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unhappycylinder · 3 months

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Uhhh bestie hold tight for the next chapter 🫣🫣

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin xfem!Reader) Pt. 10

wc: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, jake's pov, gabby losing her mind

I told ya'll everything would be okay

*Jake’s POV*

“Bradshaw, Seresin! If you boys don’t get off that phone right now you’re off the mission,” your commanding officer’s yell was nothing compared to the barrage of curses and insults Gabby was throwing your way on the ship’s landline.

“Are you fucking kidding me Hangman?” She screamed, “You’re gonna call her up and start yelling right off the bat?”

“I was yelling because Roost-” you tried to cut her off to no avail.

“Oh and don’t even get me started about you Bradley. Telling Jake something I told you in confidence, something that was a secret!” You could feel her rage through the phone. At some point your index finger and thumb had traveled to your brow ridge, where you tenderly massaged in an attempt to dissolve the migraine this was bringing on.

“Lieutenants!” The commanding officer’s voice grew louder, “I will cut off that landline if I have to”

“Gabby, my love,” Rooster began

“Don’t ‘my love’ me Bradhsaw, you fucked up big time cabrón,” She hissed. Rooster sighed.

“You know its bad when she starts speaking Spanish, man,” Rooster said quietly, you chuckled.

“Okay I’m sorry,” Rooster said, “We have to go, I’ll call you later, I’m sorry,” he continued to apologize as he pulled the phone away, Gabby still yelling through the other line.

As he hung up, you both let out a sigh of relief before your commanding officer’s voice rang through the air once again and you were snapped back to reality. With a nod, you and Rooster ran to your respective F/A-18s, the mission ahead unable to conquer the space in your mind that now stressed even more over the thought of the clusterfuck you had created at home.

—

Back on the carrier, you laid in your bunk as the emotions of the past few days caught up to you. The thrill and chaos of deployment had given you an excuse to evade the consequencesof your decisions, but now that the mission was over, you no longer had the possibility of dying in an air-related accident to take your mind off your feelings.

Feelings weren’t something you were very used to expressing…or even feeling for that matter. But something about Y/n brought them out in you, and you had a pet theory that that’s why you were so keen on pushing her away.

If she wasn’t with you, you wouldn’t feel emotions, and you wouldn’t have to deal with shit like this. Logical, right?

“You should talk to her…for real this time,” Rooster’s voice cut the hum of the ship, breaking your train of thought.

“I don’t really think she wants to talk to me, man,” you stared up at the ceiling of your room, hands resting atop your chest.

“She does, trust me,” Rooster said, moving to sit on the edge of your bunk

“Tell me why I should believe you,” you quipped

“Because she tells my wife everything, and like me my wife couldn’t keep something to herself if her life depended on it”

“Y/n told Gabby that she wants to talk to me?” You asked innocently

“Yep”

“Shit,” you sat up from your bunk, locking eyes with Rooster, then standing up and making your way to the phones.

“Godspeed sailor,” Rooster sent you with a salute as you embarked on a mission arguably more dangerous than the one you were deployed for.

—

“Baby?” You asked softly when you heard the phone pick up, Y/n’s shaky breathing barely audible on the other side.

“Hi Jake,” she said warily, obviously unsure of the direction this conversation would take her.

“Honey,” you sighed, shaking your head in self disappointment, “I’m so sorry,” you held back tears, unaware of just how much this had impacted you, “God I’m so sorry. I fucked up, I fucked up big time, and I’m so so sorry I wasn’t there for you. The things I said were wrong, they were hurtful, and I wasn’t there to support you when you needed support, and I’m gonna regret that for the rest of my life. I love you so much Y/n, I can’t believe I hurt you, that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do,”

“Jake,” she cut you off, her soft voice full of disappointment, “I love you way more than I should love someone who’s said the things you’ve said. And it makes me feel so shitty how much I care about you and how much I long for you despite how much you’ve made me hurt…”

Your mind reeled through the things you’ve told her that hurt her. That she was just a stupid kid, that she was annoying, that she wasn’t there for you, that she wasn’t enough…all lies. Of course you didn’t mean them, and you knew that deep down she knew that, but your anger had made you say them. Continuously, you showed her a pattern of not being able to regulate your emotions, and she was defending herself. She was protecting herself, and how could you blame her for that?

“I want to give you another chance, I want to work this out with you, but I can’t go through this again. And I feel like I’m just gonna spend everyday waiting for you to say something or do something that’s gonna hurt me again…and I don’t wanna do that,” she sobbed into the phone, your heart breaking with each whimper that slipped out.

“God,” you whispered under your breath, “I’ve been such an idiot baby, I’m so sorry, please give me another chance. I promise you I won’t fuck it up again, I won’t hurt you. I want life with you Y/n, like you said, I only want to know a life with you next to me…please baby, I want things to be okay. I want to come home to you.”

She must have set the phone down because all you heard were distorted cries, and then the abrupt loudness of her blowing her nose, making you chuckle a little bit.

“Sorry,” she apologized, sniffling as she picked the phone back up.

“Never could do that quietly, could ya?” You joked, chuckling to yourself.

She laughed with you, “no, never could”

You both sat in silence with each other, taking time to process the information that had just been shared after days of no communication.

“Honey?” You broke the silence, “tell me what you’re thinkin’”

She sighed heavily, “Okay.”

“Okay?” You questioned.

“Let’s try it. As afraid as I am to be hurt again, it’s hurt more to be away from you…so I think we should try to work it out”

“Yes,” you celebrated, “you’re never gonna hurt again baby, not as long as I’m around”

“That better be a promise, Seresin,” she said sternly.

“Cross my heart, baby. I’m never gonna let my frustration get the best of me again. You’re my whole world, I don’t have anything if I don’t have you”

“You mean it?” She drilled you

“Yes, oh yes honey. I know its gonna take a while for you to trust me again, and I’m gonna wait as long as it takes and do whatever I can to show you that I mean it. That this is real, and I’m serious about you,” you promised her earnestly, meaning every word.

“Jake?” She questioned softly

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you…and I’m really excited for you to come home,” her words made tears well in your eyes, and a wide grin flash across your face.

“You mean it?” you joked, sniffing up tears

“Yeah,” she giggled, “I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything”

“I love you too, Smalls,” you smiled into the phone, relief washing over your body knowing she was yours again. You couldn’t fuck up this time.

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unhappycylinder · 3 months

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The gals who get it, get it 💚💛

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin xfem!Reader) Pt. 10

wc: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, jake's pov, gabby losing her mind

I told ya'll everything would be okay

*Jake’s POV*

“Are you fucking kidding me Hangman?” She screamed, “You’re gonna call her up and start yelling right off the bat?”

“I was yelling because Roost-” you tried to cut her off to no avail.

“Lieutenants!” The commanding officer’s voice grew louder, “I will cut off that landline if I have to”

“Gabby, my love,” Rooster began

“Don’t ‘my love’ me Bradhsaw, you fucked up big time cabrón,” She hissed. Rooster sighed.

“You know its bad when she starts speaking Spanish, man,” Rooster said quietly, you chuckled.

“Okay I’m sorry,” Rooster said, “We have to go, I’ll call you later, I’m sorry,” he continued to apologize as he pulled the phone away, Gabby still yelling through the other line.

—

If she wasn’t with you, you wouldn’t feel emotions, and you wouldn’t have to deal with shit like this. Logical, right?

“You should talk to her…for real this time,” Rooster’s voice cut the hum of the ship, breaking your train of thought.

“I don’t really think she wants to talk to me, man,” you stared up at the ceiling of your room, hands resting atop your chest.

“She does, trust me,” Rooster said, moving to sit on the edge of your bunk

“Tell me why I should believe you,” you quipped

“Because she tells my wife everything, and like me my wife couldn’t keep something to herself if her life depended on it”

“Y/n told Gabby that she wants to talk to me?” You asked innocently

“Yep”

“Shit,” you sat up from your bunk, locking eyes with Rooster, then standing up and making your way to the phones.

“Godspeed sailor,” Rooster sent you with a salute as you embarked on a mission arguably more dangerous than the one you were deployed for.

—

“Baby?” You asked softly when you heard the phone pick up, Y/n’s shaky breathing barely audible on the other side.

“Hi Jake,” she said warily, obviously unsure of the direction this conversation would take her.

She must have set the phone down because all you heard were distorted cries, and then the abrupt loudness of her blowing her nose, making you chuckle a little bit.

“Sorry,” she apologized, sniffling as she picked the phone back up.

“Never could do that quietly, could ya?” You joked, chuckling to yourself.

She laughed with you, “no, never could”

You both sat in silence with each other, taking time to process the information that had just been shared after days of no communication.

“Honey?” You broke the silence, “tell me what you’re thinkin’”

She sighed heavily, “Okay.”

“Okay?” You questioned.

“Let’s try it. As afraid as I am to be hurt again, it’s hurt more to be away from you…so I think we should try to work it out”

“Yes,” you celebrated, “you’re never gonna hurt again baby, not as long as I’m around”

“That better be a promise, Seresin,” she said sternly.

“Cross my heart, baby. I’m never gonna let my frustration get the best of me again. You’re my whole world, I don’t have anything if I don’t have you”

“You mean it?” She drilled you

“Jake?” She questioned softly

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you…and I’m really excited for you to come home,” her words made tears well in your eyes, and a wide grin flash across your face.

“You mean it?” you joked, sniffing up tears

“Yeah,” she giggled, “I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything”

“I love you too, Smalls,” you smiled into the phone, relief washing over your body knowing she was yours again. You couldn’t fuck up this time.

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unhappycylinder · 3 months

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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!Reader) Pt. 12

WC: 1.3k

I was in the mood to cry, enjoy

Jake’s home was still stuffy, still dark, and still the same dreary bachelor pad you remembered from months ago. As you opened the door, waves of memories washed over you, enveloping you in a fog of pain, hurt, and discomfort. The last time you saw Jake in person…well…you had walked home alone with tears streaming down your face and stabbing pain in your heart.

You didn’t even know it, but you were pregnant then.

Then the memories from your pregnancy flooded your brain, and you spiraled. Where had Jake been? Why hadn’t you told him? Why was he so cruel to you? Why didn’t you ever call him back after you broke the news the day after Christmas?

There you stood, left hand gripping the door handle so hard that your knuckles were turning white, eyes sorrowfully locked on a spot on the floor. You were barely inside the house, the door still open with cool winter air flowing through it, one of Jake’s lighter bags slung over your other shoulder.

“Baby? Baby what are you doing?” Jake’s voice broke your trance, his hands reaching to take the bag off your shoulder and pull you inside. He ushered you into the house, closing the door behind you. Finally, as he turned to face you he noticed the shock on your face.

“Y/n?” He asked with concern, tossing the bag onto the ground and grabbing your shoulders. You couldn’t look at him. Preserving your emotional stability was far more important than explaining anything to him right now.

“Y/n honey please, what’s going on?” He chuckled slightly, confused by your startled expression and silence.

Shaking your head, you pushed past his grasp and walked over to his kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water and propping yourself up against the wall for some sense of stability.

All focus was on controlling your breathing and your thoughts. How could you have known that coming back into Jake’s house would be such a trigger for you?

“Y/n?” Jake asked softly, standing at the other side of the kitchen to give you some space.

“Mhmm?” You hummed, eyes closing.

“Wanna talk to me?” Jake’s tone was different, it was tender and understanding. It was almost as if he knew exactly how you were feeling…and there was no pressure behind his words.

“I think I have to,” you choked back tears, “but I don’t know if I can”

“Come here,” he opened his arms for you, gesturing toward the couch.

Even on the couch he kept his distance, letting you choose how close you wanted to sit to him, and trying his best not to look upset when you picked the complete opposite side of the couch.

“I’m having a really hard time…” you cried out after several beats of silence, no longer able to hold back the tears.

“Honey,” he reached out to rub your thigh.

“It’s like…” you took a deep breath, “I love you so much and I feel so at home with you. I’ve never felt a pain like when we’re not together, and I know you feel the same”

“Of course I do,” Jake began, “deployment was the-”

“But you don’t act like it,” you cut him off, eyes finally meeting his, which were full of regret, “you’ve said things to me that I never thought anyone could say to someone…let alone someone they love…and you break up with me over and over again like I never meant anything to you.”

Jake’s hand left your thigh, moving to wipe tears out of his eyes.

“And I keep coming back to you, and accepting your empty apologies because I can’t live without you…but nothing hurts more than living with you because I’m just constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s so unfair”

“I know, baby, I know.” Jake sobbed, “I’m so sorry Y/n”

“Jake I went through a miscarriage on my own.” You took a breath, “I carried our baby for months without even hearing a word from you…that’s how much I believed in us, how much I needed you. We weren’t even together, you had ended things with me long before, yet I still kept the baby cause I thought you’d change your mind about me by the time you got back…but I couldn’t even…” you gasped for air, unable to continue.

Jake’s arms wrapped around you, his strength melting you into his embrace as you sobbed harder than ever before. His breath shook as he cried into the top of your head, hands gripping at your back as if you were going to disappear at any moment.

“Y/n” he sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I was such an asshole. I pushed you away and I got pissed when you didn’t talk to me…I was stupid. I was so fucking stupid. I let myself lose you after promising that I’d never do that again”

He gripped your back harder as he cried. You wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into his neck and pressing soft kisses to his skin.

“I’ve never had anything like you in my life before and you freak me the fuck out. You always have. I love you more than I love anything else, and I don’t know what to do with all that love. Maybe pushing you away was an attempt to protect myself…a shitty attempt…but God I can’t ever let you suffer again like this on your own…especially because of me,” he hugged you tighter, “fuck Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he sobbed.

Running your hands up and down his back, you processed his words. He had asked you to forgive him when he got home, and you did.

This regret, this pain, this sadness, all of this was new, and it told you he was being sincere. And you did forgive him, you really did. You had a lot to work through, and a lot of trust and comfort to build, but you forgave him.

“Jake,” you whispered, “look at me,” you said as you pulled away from the hug, hands moving to cup his face, now puffy from crying.

“Jake I forgive you,” you nodded at him, “You’re gonna have to work with me on building back trust and everything, but as much as I’ve been hurt by you, I know you didn’t mean it…okay? I need you, Jake, more than anything, and I forgive you.”

“I love you Y/n. We’re gonna be okay…cause I can’t live without you sweetheart,” he rested his forehead against yours before pulling you in for a kiss.

“It's just gonna take time, Jake, that's all” you hummed as you hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace, “but we're gonna be okay my love.”

That night, Jake’s first night home from deployment, had been playing in your mind since you had gotten back together while he was away. You imagined the scenarios so clearly: you surprising him with sexy lingerie, rose petals on the bed, cheesy romantic stuff. But that wasn’t how this night was fated to go.

Instead, you and Jake held each other on the couch until it felt like you had cried out every drop of water in your body…and you probably had. Jake’s hand in yours, he led you up to the bathroom where he drew you and him a nice bath, massaging your shoulders as you relaxed against him in the water. As you dried off, he called Rooster, letting him know that a trip to the Hard Deck wasn’t really in the cards for you tonight, which Rooster understood of course.

In bed, Jake’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, gentle kisses trailing up and down your neck and shoulder.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered in his sleepy voice.

“I love you too Jake,” you hummed, feigning drowsiness.

As you laid there, pretending to sleep as your mind raced through the conversation you had with him today, you felt his body tremble. Chaste tears and hushed sniffles came from Jake as he held you close…he couldn’t sleep either.

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unhappycylinder · 3 months

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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!Reader) Pt. 11

WC: 1.6 k

no warnings

the reunion finally happens

The carrier was finally docked, hoards of sailors fled the vessel as wives, husbands, parents, and children flocked to the water’s edge to get their first glimpse of their loved ones in over 3 months. The aviators often weren’t the first ones off, so you and a now heavily pregnant Gabby waited patiently in Rooster’s bronco.

“Look I love my husband but I’d sooner die than stand out in the cold waiting for thousands of men who may or may not be my husband to get off a damn boat” Gabby groaned, running her hands over her baby bump.

“I haven’t seen any flight suits walk off yet,” you peered through a pair of binoculars Rooster kept in the glove compartment, “once we see them we can head over”

“Ugh,” she exclaimed, “Fine, but I’m gonna complain the whole walk down, I hope you know”

“Oh Gabby…I know” you chuckled.

Coming down on long weekends was routine at this point. Gabby insisted on paying for your flights, you always refused, yet somehow a plane ticket always appeared in your phone wallet a couple days prior to each holiday weekend. This one was special though. Jake’s arrival coincided with MLK day, and you had come down as soon as possible to ensure you were there to welcome him home.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t petrified at the idea of seeing him again. Yes you were back together, and yes you had been talking on the phone every chance he had, but things still didn’t feel normal. His behavior still hurt and worried you, and even though he promised to never hurt you again, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would keep up the pattern when he got home. After all, college wasn’t over for another four months, and in the history of your relationship with Jake, long breaks in seeing each other hadn’t exactly been the healthiest in the past.

Gabby reclined against the headrest of the driver’s seat, “just wake me up when they’re here”

Chuckling, you agreed, and continued to peer through the binoculars as sailors and their luggage came down the carrier ramp.

After what felt like years, you finally spotted the green flight suits that you were oh so familiar with, and through the binoculars you could make out the faint details of mustaches on the faces of many of the aviators.

“Gabby I see Rooster,” you squealed, moving a hand from the binoculars to wack her thigh.

“Hm?” She hummed, still asleep.

“Your husband is here bitch,” you said flatly, making her laugh.

“Ughhhh okay lets go get the idiots.” She said as she slid out the door of the bronco. You stored the binoculars before doing the same.

“This marks the end of our peace,” Gabby joked as you both walked from the parking lot to the greeting area, “and the end of my spending rampage”

“That’s the worst part huh,” you laughed

“You know it…let’s just hope he forgets to check his credit account when he gets home,” she inhaled, shaking her head.

As you made your way to the crowd of people greeting their family members, the anxiety about seeing Jake for the first time swelled. Gabby grabbed your hand, sensing your feelings, to let you know that she was there to support you. Taking a deep breath, you and Gabby scanned the incoming sailors for your men. Rooster was quick to spot you, you standing several inches taller than your friend, and a bright smile broke out on his face as he picked up speed to get to you two.

“I see Rooster,” you said to Gabby, her face lighting up at the mention of his name

Seconds later Rooster broke through the crowd, his hair slicked back and his mustache freshly trimmed. He stopped a couple feet from Gabby, eyes scanning up and down her form, taking an extra second at her belly when he saw just how far along she was. Tears welled in his eyes as they met hers, which were now brimming with tears as well.

“Don’t just stand there pendejo,” her words quivered, “get over here”

Rooster rushed to embrace her, his bags dropping to the ground as his strong arms held his wife close, his calloused hands pulling her towards him from her lower back. You smiled at the couple as they embraced…despite how much they teased each other and complained, they loved each other more than words could ever describe, and they were gonna be great parents.

Rooster came down to capture Gabby’s lips in a passionate kiss, which they remained in for an impressively long time without coming up for air. His hands ran all over her back, taking in every inch of his wife while pushing the appropriate boundaries of what he could touch in public.

Grinning at the happy couple who still had yet to let go of each other, you failed to notice the group of five other flight-suit-clad aviators who had appeared behind you. The sound of a man clearing his throat broke you from your trance. Turning around, you were greeted by Jake….and his new mustache.

Fuck he looked hot.

Tears sprang from your eyes instantly, your feet taking off running towards him before you could even command them to do so. You launched yourself into his arms, his hands scooping you up by your ass as your legs locked around his waist and your face nuzzled into his neck.

“Oh y/n,” he hummed into your hair, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’ve missed you darlin’”

He rocked from side to side, his hands gripping your ass tighter the longer you held on. You couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing no matter how hard you protested. Finally lifting your head from the crook of his neck, you grasped the sides of his face with your hands.

“You have a mustache,” was all you could croak out. Jake laughed, his smile curling the ends of the facial hair, making you die a little inside.

“Yeah, doll, I do,” his accent sounded sweeter than you remembered, “you like it?”

“Fuck Jake,” you kissed him briefly, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss, “I love it”

“Come here,” he grumbled, pulling you down by the base of your neck to meet his lips, your mouths working together as you made out with him. Cheers erupted from the other aviators, who had, unbeknownst to you, been watching the whole ordeal unfold.

“I missed you so much,” you cried to him as he set you down, enveloping you in his strong arms once your feet were on the ground.

“I know baby, I know. I missed you like crazy,” he kissed the top of your head, “I’m so sorry Y/n…for everything” he whispered into your ear.

You sighed, pulling away to look him in the eyes. He meant it, you could see that, “its okay. We’re okay, right?”

“You tell me, gorgeous, do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, Jake, I do.” You played with his mustache, making him smile.

“Alright y’all are making me sick,” Phoenix cut in, snaking an arm around you and pulling you away from Jake into a hug, “I missed you, girl”

“Missed you too Tash,” you hugged her, rubbing her back gently as she whispered how annoying Jake had been while you were broken up.

“Please never break up with him again, I already can’t stand his attitude, but its so much worse when he doesn’t have you” she smacked your shoulder, walking over to Gabby to give her a hug.

“Payback,” you said, turning your attention to the other aviators who were now talking to Jake.

“Y/L/n,” he said, pulling you into a quick hug before stepping aside so you could give Bob and Fanboy a quick hug as well.

“Phoenix tells me my sweet Hangman here was extra annoying for you guys this trip,” you joked, smacking Jake on the chest as he welcomed you back into his embrace.

“Oh my god Y/n,” Rooster groaned, walking over to the group with Gabby under his arm, “you can’t ever give him the silent treatment again. Dear god-”

“We’d be at 20,000 feet and all you’d hear would be ‘do you guys think she’s really done with me’” Fanboy said in a high pitched voice, teasing Jake, making the other aviators laugh.

“Or he’d just sit there,” Payback interjected, already laughing, “in the mess hall, just stabbing his food over and over like he was in some drama movie”

“Bagman was in the dumps,” Bob quipped, making the group laugh harder.

You looked up to Jake, who was laughing along with them, his smile laced with hints of remorse and regret. You shook him a little in your embrace, drawing his attention to you.

“Don’t worry guys, I’m never letting him out of my sights ever again,” you said while looking directly at Jake, he smiled a thankful smile

“We’re all holding you to that, babe,” Phoenix said, slapping you on the back, “now who’s coming to the hard deck tonight?”

“All of us,” Gabby chimed in, “Rooster’s gonna be drinking for two,” she rubbed her baby bump.

The aviators cheered for Rooster and congratulated Gabby as you all walked back to the parking lot. Jake’s arm stayed tight around your shoulder, never letting you drift more than an inch from his side.

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unhappycylinder · 6 months

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i got a thigh tattoo and it hurt so much

literally never going through that again

#i played margaritaville on repeat cause its the only thing that helped #jimmy buffett saved me #margaritaville

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unhappycylinder · 6 months

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I have another idea for Charlie Dalton👀

Reader gets detention for falling asleep in class and yk... the paddle from that scene. He's trying not to sit down and when the boys are in the shower changing after PE, Charlie notices some of the marks and he gets PISSED 👀

oooooh you know I loved cooking this up! Enjoy my dears!

Paddle Charlie Dalton x reader (no gender specified, implied male!reader)

wc: 1k

warnings: spanking i guess (not in a fun way)?

Eight hits from the paddle had you waddling down the hallway, hips struggling to place one foot in front of the other, hands aimlessly grasping at the air in front of you for some support. You muttered curses under your breath as you made your way to your next class, which you would undoubtedly be late for.

Eight hits and for what? Falling asleep during trigonometry? Nowhere in your mind could you find how that would necessitate eight hits…but that wasn’t your decision…that was up to Mr. Nolan.

Keating’s class was now right in front of you, your friends visible through the small window in the door, all laughing and enjoying the lecture from your favorite teacher. They couldn’t know. You couldn’t tell them about the paddling. You needed to play it cool.

Stepping into the classroom, a sheepish smile falsely plastered on your face, you found your seat at the back of the room next to Charlie. He wouldn’t tell you, but as your roommate and best friend, he sensed something was up, and not just because it took you a good 20 seconds to sit down.

“What page are we on?” You whispered to Charlie, leaning over, feigning normalcy.

“197,” he chirped, “you okay Y/L/N, you look like you saw a ghost?”

You chuckle, color returning to your cheeks in response to his confrontation, “if you count Nolan as a ghost, then yes I did”

Charlie laughs, catching Keating’s attention. He simply nods to the teacher, gaze returning to his book. Through his concentration, however, you caught a small smirk growing on the lips of your best friend.

The day’s lecture, regardless of the level of inspiration or interest you could have pulled from it, was entirely lost in the burning sensation that emanated through your body at the pressure of your weight on the seat beneath you. And to make matters worse, the next class was soccer practice with Mr. Keating.

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You had managed to keep yourself together all through the walk from class to the bathrooms, electing to change in a stall by yourself rather than in the locker room. You had covered your wounds, which was now a mess of bloody bruises, with a new pair of white underwear under your gym shorts, praying to god nothing would bleed through.

The friction of your skin against the shorts while you ran was enough to make tears brim at your eyes with each stride, the stickiness of the blood taking your attention from the game and focusing it on your butt, which throbbed with pain.

After two excruciating hours, practice was over, and you hobbled behind your friends as you made your way to the locker room. Once inside, the Dead Poets began washing themselves off as normal, taking turns in the showers and at the sinks as they cleaned themselves up for the night, yet you hung back, afraid to show them the marks on your body.

Sweat brimmed at your hairline as you gently slipped off your shirt, eyes catching Charlie’s as he showered in the stall across from you. He turned around, running his hands through his hair one final time, an opportunity which you took to remove your pants while he wasn’t looking. The lukewarm water from the showerhead above you stung like needles as it hit your bruised skin, the liquid working to wash away the sticky, sweaty mess that had covered the skin of your butt. You couldn’t help but let a gasp escape your lips, hand quickly coming to clutch your mouth as the other found the wall next to you, bracing yourself.

“Y/n what the hell is that?” Charlie’s voice was muffled, the pain having clogged your ears.

“Y/n?” his voice was louder, this time full of anger. Your eyes opened to find him, Charlie, standing in the shower stall with you, white towel tied lowly on his frame as a concerned hand grabbed your shoulder a little harder than it usually would.

“What?” You gasped, tears mixing with the water which fell from above your head.

“What happened?” He spun you around, his eyes tracing down your frame to your butt, where blood joined the water as it flowed to the ground.

“Um,” you hesitated, hot tears becoming more noticeable through the water, “Nolan,” you croaked out.

“Nolan did this?” Charlie fumed, his fingers digging into your shoulder, “how many times did he hit you?”

“Eight”

“What?”

“Eight…he hit me eight times Charlie,” you hung your head, shame filling your body.

“He hit you eight times,” he paused, “and you still went to soccer? And class? And didn’t think to say a damn thing?” His eyes searched yours, a mix of worry and anger behind his usually soft gaze.

“Yeah” was all you managed to say before Charlie took his hand off yours and slammed it into the shower wall, the vibration reverberating around the room.

“Dammit Y/n,” he yelled at you, running his hands through his hair, “you need to fucking take care of yourself, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you cried harder, ashamed of yourself. Charlie’s eyes found yours again, this time full of remorse.

“No, hey,” his hands gently cupped the sides of your face, “no no, don’t apologize. I’m sorry I yelled…I’m just so pissed at Nolan! It’s not your fault….just next time please for the love of god tell me about this before you hurt yourself more, okay?”

You nodded, resting your forehead against Charlie’s as you let your tears flow, finally letting the pain and emotions of the day go.

Finishing your shower, you let Charlie help you clean yourself up and bandage the cuts on your body, laughing through the embarrassment of it all together. He walked you back to your shared dorm, letting you use him for support whenever you needed, and making you promise to never hide your pain from him again.

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society fluff #dead poets fanfic #dead poets society #charlie dalton x you #charlie dalton fluff #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton

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unhappycylinder · 7 months

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Hello, I just wanted to tell you, that your Charlie Dalton OS was pretty good

and it had re-sparked my inspiration

I love you and I'm so happy to have re-sparked your inspiration <3

I live to inspire

#charlie dalton x you #dead poets society #dead poets society fluff

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unhappycylinder · 7 months

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Help

for the life of me idk how to continue my hangman fic, pls message me or comment ideas besties!!!!!!!!!! or lmk any other characters you want me to write for

I'm begging

#top gun #top gun fic #jake seresin x reader #stranger things fic #top gun maverick #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake seresin #stranger things #top gun hangman #hangman x reader #dead poets society fluff #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanfic #dead poets society

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Hey!:) Could you do a Charlie Dalton x male!reader?

Reader is anxious, more than ever, and he's pacing and pacing like there's no tomorrow in his dorm because feels weird about his best friend, Charlie. He doesn't know how to describe it and he's terrified to find out what it is (the lovely boy is bisexual). One day he walks into his dorm, the door being forgotten and wide open and he just begins to slam his head into his desk over and over until he starts to bleed a little bit. Charlie walks in and asks him what's wrong and what's all the noise and reader ends up having a mental breakdown about bow confused he feels about a friend. As they talk, Charlie realizes that reader's crush is him and tells him after one of the meetings in the cave when he realized he felt the same way about reader :)

aaahhhhh yes, i love this!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for this request!! I've never written xmale!reader before so pls give me feedback in the comments and let me know if you like it :)

No Unreturned Love - Charlie Dalton x male!Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: negative self talk, self harm, kissing, charlie begin an angel, shitty whitman references

Charlie’s joke…if you could call it that…came as a dagger to the chest, especially since you were at the brunt of it. The rest of your friends, the entirety of the newly-formed Welton chapter of the Dead Poets Society, howled with laughter and praise in the dining hall, hands clapping you on the back with each wave of entertainment. You, on the other hand, had shrunk into yourself, blood filling your ears and face, making your hearing fade and your skin flush.

“You don’t have to room with him,” Charlie’s voice replayed in your mind, “God knows what he thinks about when he stays up under the covers after lights out”

It was an innocent jab, somewhere deep down you understood that, but rationality only went so far when the source of your discomfort was your roommate, and the boy you had been falling for since the first day of term.

Neil’s laughter subsided as his arm snaked around your shoulders, your eyes refusing to open as you focused your consciousness on subsiding the anxiety bubbling in your throat.

“I gotta go,” you barked out, wiggling from Neil’s grasp and removing yourself from the dinner table, “excuse me.”

“Hey,” Charlie’s taunting voice had turned concerned, “Y/n where you going? It was just a joke man,” he called after you. You paid his words no mind, half because you simply couldn’t hear him, and half because you couldn’t be bothered to stay at that suffocating table any longer.

The walk back to your shared room went by in a flash, anxiety and the need for solitude propelling your legs up the stairs and down the hall. Door insight, the tears threatened to flow, the proximity of seclusion breaking your emotional control.

“Fuck,” your voice trembled as you swung the door open and flopped onto your bed. Your pillow was your support as you cried it out, salty tears darkening the grey fabric until a puddle had formed.

With shaking hands, you pushed yourself up off the mattress and swung yourself into your desk chair, anxiously-chewed fingernails digging into your scalp as you rested your head in your hands.

“Y/n you idiot,” flowed from your lips like a mantra, repeating until you believed your words more than you had ever believed anything before. Words turned into actions, your anger at yourself fueling the fire of self-hate that propelled you to begin tapping your forehead against the wooden desk.

“Stupid” joined the affirmations as tears wet the wood beneath your head, which was now throbbing and tender…how long had you been doing this?

The voices of your classmates and friends coming down the hall were lost within your words, your head continuously contacting the desk with more force each time.

“Woah,” Charlie’s voice sounded like a dream, and you were certain it was, until the sudden slam of the door and the warm contact of his hands on your shoulders broke you from your trance, “Y/n…Y/n,” the repetition of your name became the new mantra in your mind.

He had pulled you away from the desk, his hands now resting on the sides of your face, cradling the weight of your head. He was squatting on the floor in between your legs, your body defeatedly slumped in the desk chair.

“What are you doing?” He chastised you, “you’re hurting yourself, what’s wrong?”

“Charlie,” you groaned, voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m here, you can talk to me,” his thumb wiped the specks of blood from your forehead, his eyes full of pain and wonder.

“I can’t,” you sobbed out, pulling your head out of his hands, “I can’t talk to you about anything”

“Y/n?” He asked, shocked, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“You don’t know,” you whined, delirium taking the reins of your words, “you just don’t know”

“I don’t know what?” Charlie rubbed your knee tenderly, sending chills up your spine, but also sending grief through your body as you mourned what would never be.

“Y/n, I’m your best friend. I’m sorry about the joke at dinner, I didn’t know it was a touchy subject, I really-”

“It’s not about the joke Charlie,” you sighed, your voice audible to him only because of the amount of concentration and attention he was dedicating to you in this moment.

“What’s it about then?” His hands gripped your legs as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb, his eyes locked on yours to get any sense of what was bothering you.

Your eyes trailed down to his hands, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched him touch you, “nothing,” you whispered, tears gently streaming down your blushing cheeks.

Charlie’s eyes followed yours down to his hands, which immediately stopped moving, instead staying statically gripping your lower thighs. He breathed deeply, your anxiety overwhelming you in his silence. Silently, you were cursing yourself, wondering if he had figured out your feelings. He sighed, his eyes closing as he looked to be trying to remember something.

“Sometimes-” he began, eyes still closed, “sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love,” he opened his eyes, finding yours instantly, “But now I think there is no unreturned love, the pay is certain one way or another”

Your mouth fell open, words failing to come to your tongue, electing instead to stare at him with wide-eyes, praying to every higher power that you had indeed heard him correctly.

“Whitman,” he shrugged, a laugh escaping his lips briefly, “did I get that right?”

“Which part?” you whispered, “the quote or the message within it?”

“I’m hoping both,” he smirked, his thumbs beginning to rub gentle circles on your thigh again.

“Yeah, yeah I think both,” you smiled, your tears drying up and your anxiety fading, “I really think both”

“Okay,” Charlie chuckled, “can I kiss you?”

“Kiss….me?” You stared at him with pure shock, “yes. Please”

And with your permission, Charlie stood up, leaning down to grasp your face with his hands once again, his lips meeting yours in a soft, quick kiss. Months of wondering, wishing, anxiously treading on eggshells in every aspect of your friendship fading away as you took in every sensation of this moment.

He pulled away with a smile, standing up and fixing his hair, “you know I’ve wanted to do that since the first society meeting in the cave?”

“Bullshit,” you laughed, “there’s no way”

“I’m dead serious, how could I lie to you?” He stroked your jaw with his hand, “I had a feeling you felt the same, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You couldn’t have told me before I slammed my head into my desk?” You glanced at the red stain on the wood, then back at Charlie.

“I’ll work on my timing” he winked, walking towards the door, “don’t go anywhere, I’m gonna get some stuff to clean you up.”

Leaving you to throw your head back and breathe the first clear breath you’d had in months, you sighed in relief that you had finally come clean to the boy you loved…and he loved you all the same.

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society #dead poets fanfic #dps fandom #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton x male!reader #charlie dalton x you #charlie dalton fluff #dead poets society fluff #dps fluff

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The things I'd do to be her (murder, espionage, larceny, you name it)

#top gun #top gun will be the death of me #I'm carole Bradshaw in my dreams

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unhappycylinder · 7 months

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Ask not what fanfic can do for you, but what you can do for fanfic 🫡

#real #president #slay queen

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unhappycylinder · 7 months

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Hey besties sorry I haven't posted in a bit, I almost got kidnapped! Anyways my brain is elsewhere but I really want to write so pls comment ideas for any of my fics or any requests you have!

Stay safe out there ladies 🫡

#top gun fic #stranger things fic #stranger things #dead poets fanfic #dead poets society #top gun #they were waiting outside my workplace #cops were involved #fearing for my life #why do I live in a small town where trafficking is a legit industry #not very slay

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unhappycylinder · 8 months

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I would simply die for him.

Anthony Edwards on the set of Top Gun

#nick goose bradshaw #top gun #anthony edwards #goose top gun #goose

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unhappycylinder · 8 months

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I'm gonna need to take a few weeks off after seeing this y'all....cruel and unusual punishment

#top gun #jake seresin #top gun hangman #glen powell

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Saunter (Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x fem!Reader)

wc: 3.5k No warnings! Enjoy and please let me know what you think!! Summary: As Viper's secretary, you encounter a new set of hotshot pilots every 6 weeks, but a certain WSO catches your eye, and you can't help but fall for him...and his mustache.

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“You boys are grounded! Until further notice, neither of your asses are gonna be up in the air under any circumstance,” Viper’s voice cut through the office, sending a chill down your spine.

You had been a secretary at North Island’s ‘Fighter Weapons School’ for some time now, hopping from admiral to commander when duty saw fit. Usually, you found yourself sitting at some small, beige, creaky, metal desk a couple feet in front of one of the higher-ups’ offices, your sole purpose fetching coffee and checking in the arrogant pilots who got called in to get their asses whooped.

Two weeks ago however, when you got assigned to the beige desk outside of Viper’s office, you realized just how much business these Top Gun men meant. Every other day it seemed the same two sweaty idiots were wandering past your desk, muttering their callsigns with their heads low, and returning after a screaming fit from Viper, heads held even lower. You had never said a word to them, never really even lifted your head to notice them, just shrugged them off as another pair of cocky assholes who flew too close to the sun.

“Maverick, this is your last warning!” Viper yelled

“Yeesh,” you muttered under your breath, the tip of your pencil swirling over the name ‘Maverick’ scribbled into your ledger.

“And Goose,” Viper said quieter, almost disappointedly, “You’re a good backseater, you’re a gifted flyer, you gotta stop letting an idiot like Maverick play with your life like that,” he finished with an almost fatherly tone.

“Final warning boys,” Viper sighed, “do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” their voices intersected each other, morale completely defeated.

You found yourself tracing the two o’s in Goose’s name when the also creaky door to Viper’s office opened, startling you enough to look over to the two men coming out, heads low. The one in front was shorter, strong build, jet black hair, and the other was tall, lanky, blonde, and had a mustache…and boy were you a sucker for a good mustache.

“That sounded brutal,” you said quietly, your eyes darting to the taller one’s briefly, catching his gaze and sending a blush through your cheeks.

“Brutal doesn’t even begin to describe it,” the shorter one said, his palms darting up to cover his eyes, “ugh Goose what the hell are we gonna do?”

So that was his name. He was Goose, Viper’s so called ‘gifted flier.’

“What are we gonna do?” Goose questioned, revealing his sweet lilted voice, “Mav I love you buddy but only one of us is flying the plane…what we do up there is kinda on you.” He sounded defeated, like he felt bad for having to reality check his best friend after such a serious conversation with Viper.

“Yeah, yeah,” Maverick shrugged him off, walking instead over to the front of your desk, “hey you’re here all the time right?”

Was he asking you? You looked up from your ledger to meet his hooded blue eyes.

“Me?” You asked, surprised, eliciting a chuckle from Goose

“Yeah, you.” Maverick responded, “you’re outside of Viper’s office all the time…does he get this pissed at all his pilots?”

“Well,” you looked down at your ledger to read his name, “Maverick,” you turned to Goose, “and Goose,” he smiled at you saying his name, “I’ve been here for all of two weeks, but I can say with absolute certainty that neither has anyone come in as frequently as you two, nor has anyone gotten Viper as riled up…”

Maverick hung his head as Goose walked over to him, patting him on the back.

“Motherfucker!” Maverick yelled, slamming his fist down on your desk, making it rattle and sending your pencil from your hand.

Goose bent down to pick up your pencil, standing to place it delicately in your hand and greet you with his tender gaze and warm smile, his teeth barely peeking through his mustache.

“You’ll have to excuse my dear friend Maverick here,” he said sarcastically, placing his hands on his friend’s shoulders to guide him up from your desk, “he’s had a bit of a rough day and unfortunately likes to handle that by making rash decisions that put everyone’s lives in danger,” Goose pat him on the back with a chuckle

“That’s about what I’ve gathered from all your little conversations in there,” you said as you gestured to Viper’s office.

“You’ve heard all those, have you?”

“Oh yeah,” you chuckled, “probably a little more than I’d like to, Goose”

He blushed as you said his name again, a smile peeking through his mustache once more.

“Well, I better be getting this flyboy home so he can forget today ever happened,” he said as he slapped Maverick’s chest, making him groan in annoyance, “ain’t that right honey?”

“As much as I love your company, I’m hoping I don’t see either of you again, for the sake of your careers,” you said, making Goose chuckle and Maverick groan again.

“My name’s y/n by the way,” you said quickly as they started to shuffle away, but they didn’t seem to hear you.

“What was that?” Goose asked, turning around and leaning back so he could face you

“Oh,” you blushed, mostly out of embarrassment, “I said my name is y/n”

“Y/n” Goose repeated, your name rolling off his tongue sending chills down your spine, “I like it…I think I’ll remember it”

You laughed, shooting them a small salute as Goose turned around and walked with his best friend to the parking lot, leaving you alone to question how you couldn’t stop thinking about a certain naval aviator.

“Y/n!” Viper’s yell cut you out of your daydream, spinning you around in your chair to face him

“Yes sir?”

“Fix this damn door when you’re done fawning over my flyers, it's too damn creaky!

“Oh god,” you blushed, making Viper chuckle, “yes sir”

“Listen Y/n,” his tone changed, returning to the normal calm voice you were used to when he talked to you, “I’m fine with it…as long as it's not Maverick”

“It's definitely not Maverick sir”

“So it's Goose then?”

“Why are you asking me about this, sir?” you couldn’t help but question him. You had been working with Viper for weeks now and although he had always been friendly towards you, and you had shared a few conversations in between meetings here and there, he had never asked you anything personal.

“Because I’ve been standing here since you botched telling Goose your name…and it’s hard not to notice.”

“Oh god have you actually?”

“You were so flustered you didn’t even hear the door creak…” he clicked his tongue, “I guess I’ll have to find more reasons to bring Bradshaw in here then…” he taunted as he turned around and walked back into his office, closing the very creaky door behind him.

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“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your liiips,” a warped voice sang from within the bar next to base.

You had talked yourself into going out and trying to make some friends, and the best place for that just so happened to be the bar a mere 2 blocks from your work. It had been months since you moved here and you still knew virtually nobody outside of Viper who you guessed counted as a friend now? You had let your hair down after work, and had swapped your suit jacket and skirt out for high waisted jeans and a light sweater. Nothing fancy, but also nothing that screamed military, just something that would help you blend in a bit.

The awful voice continued to sing, now joined by what sounded like twenty other equally awful voices, “You’ve lost that lovin feelin!”

“Oh god,” you thought to yourself, wondering how you planned on accomplishing anything in there.

Once you were inside you saw a crowd of navy men in their dress whites dissipating from the bar, some laughing, some continuing to sing the remainder of the song. At the epicenter of it all was none other than Maverick. Of course. Sitting next to him was a rather flushed blonde woman wearing a very similar outfit to you, and Maverick was obviously trying to work his charm.

Your gaze traveled from Maverick to other parts of the room, glancing at couples sitting in booths along the walls, aviators trying to chat up women at tables scattered around, and lone men in white nursing their beers throughout the bar. Eventually your eyes settled on one blonde, mustached man in particular, Goose. He was sat at the opposite end of the bar as Maverick, beer in hand, eyes wandering the label of the bottle.

This was your chance.

You sauntered over, hands deep in the pockets of your jeans fiddling with the fabric. Goose didn’t even look up when you approached him, too lost in the contents of his beer to even notice your presence, you just stood there amused, watching him lost in thought.

“Evenin’ sailor,” you said softly, a blush creeping along your cheeks as Goose’s eyes drifted up the barrel of the bottle, up your frame, and eventually to your eyes.

“Well I’ll be damned!” He beamed, scooting over and patting the bar stool beside him, “if it isn’t miss secretary herself.”

“You keep calling me that and I’m gonna think you forgot my name, Chicken,” you teased as you purposefully messed up his callsign, eliciting a sweet melodic laugh from his lips.

“How could I ever forget a name as beautiful as y/n,” he said as he tilted his head down, his eyes looking up at yours through his lashes.

“Well well, the Goose has a good memory,” you smiled, flagging down the bartender to order a beer for yourself

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” you said, resting your elbows on the bartop

“Put it on my tab,” Goose interjected, shooting a quick wink your way

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to flirt with me sir,” you shot him a suspicious look

“Well who says I’m not?” Goose asked, shooting the same look your way

“I just find it hard to flirt with a man who’s only identification is the name of a bird” you said sarcastically, accepting your beer from the bartender and taking a sip

“Lieutenant Nicholas Brashaw, callsign Goose,” he drawled out, holding his hand out for you to shake

“Y/n L/n, secretary” you said with the same tone, placing your hand in his

Goose brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of it, his mustache hairs tickling your skin and giving you a chill.

“So, Nick, I gotta ask you,” you began as soon as Goose let your hand go

“Shoot,” he prompted you, taking a sip of his beer

“Why on earth do you all let Maverick sing if he’s so damn bad at it?”

Goose threw his head back in a laugh, “It's a bet.”

“A bet?”

“Twenty bucks…he’s gotta have carnal knowledge of a lady on the premises…and that is our top selling approach”

“Top selling huh? So you’ve done this before?”

“Once for Mav, he crashed and burned…never for me though”

“And why not? The bet doesn’t extend both ways?”

“Well I guess it's cause you weren’t here to catch my eye,” he smiled a confident smile at you, “had I seen you sitting across the bar all by yourself, well it wouldn’t have been Mav up there singing today”

“Oh you would have done that for me?” You chuckled

“Honey I’ll sing you whatever song you want whenever you want it”

“You’re one smooth man Goose,” you smiled at him, he smiled back, making you both blush.

Just as Goose was about to speak, the blonde woman from earlier walked by, fixing her lipstick with her finger

“Your friend was magnificent by the way,” she chimed as she walked by, causing your and Goose’s mouths to drop. Maverick followed close behind, a spring in his step.

“Nah,” Goose said, his eyes on the woman, “nah!” he said even louder as his eyes found his best friend.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” you said stunned, turning to face Maverick as he approached you and Goose.

“What can I say,” Maverick shrugged, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

“There’s no way,” Goose said, mouth agape, “there’s really no way Mav”

“Where there’s a will, Goosey, there’s a way,” Maverick said, slapping Goose on the shoulder, “I see you’ve found our secretary from earlier”

You tilted your beer up to cheer Mav, who was now sitting on Goose’s other side.

“You know Goose here hasn’t shut up about you-”

“No no no no,” Goose turned to face him, placing a hand over Maverick’s mouth, “we don’t need to talk about that Mav, we don’t need to bring that up I don’t think”

“Oh yes we do Goose,” he muttered through Goose’s hand.

“No, Goose, let him talk,” you bit your lip as you smiled at Maverick, “I want to hear what he has to say about you”

“The woman wants to hear,” Maverick muttered

“Mav, it's not happening. I’ll stay here all night if I have to”

“Goose!” You whined, “I want to know!”

Maverick pried Goose’s hand from his mouth for enough time to blurt out, “hasn’t shut up about you since we left base today! Said he thinks you’re gorgeous!”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Goose said, getting up and facing his best friend, “that’s it, Mav, you’re a dead man”

“Awww,” you chuckled as Goose grabbed Maverick by his collar and threw him off his stool, sending Maverick into a laughing fit nearby,

“Pretend you didn’t hear any of that,” Goose said as he sat back down

“That’s not happening” you said as you shook your head

“And why not?”

“Cause I’ve been thinking the same thing,” you blushed. Maverick returned in time to slap his friend on the back in congratulations.

“Yeehaw!” Goose exclaimed, his cheeks burning red and his smile beaming towards you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

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Now you were sat at your desk, pencil in your hand, waiting to check in whoever Viper was gonna sink his teeth into next. Your mind however was replaying the events of several nights ago, when you and Maverick and Goose became a sort of inseparable trio at the bar: Goose’s sweet flirtations filling your ears every chance he got, and his arm swung around the back of your seat in Maverick’s car as they drove you to your house, and Goose’s gentle kiss on your hand as he said goodnight to you.

“Goodmorning ma’am,” a voice cut you out of your daze. Your eyes traced up the slender frame to Goose, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Morning lieutenant,” you spoke softly, “am I meant to check you in? You and Maverick get up to trouble again?”

Goose laughed, “no, no, Mav left his ego at home today and we landed early, so I wanted to stop by and say hi”

“Well hi,” you blinked up at him

“Hi” he said back confidently, “listen I was hoping you’d want to uh-”

“Bradshaw!” Viper’s voice rang from the other side of the door.

“Oh god,” you laughed, eyes darting down to your ledger

“I'm in for it now honey,” Goose said as he stood up straight and prepared for Viper’s reprimanding

“Lieutenant,” he began, the squeaking of the door muffling his words, “you're not distracting my secretary are you?”

“I hope not sir”

“I don't know if I believe you Bradshaw. Whether or not distraction was your intention, she looks pretty distracted to me,” Viper smiled down at you

“Sir,” you shook your head as you plopped your face into your hands to conceal your blush

“She was working perfectly before you arrived Lieutenant, and now she can't even lift her head high enough to read what's on the page in front of her!” Viper yelled sarcastically, gesturing to you, “you better right your wrongs or I'll have you and that hotshot pilot of yours grounded for another week!”

Viper spun around, shooting you a wink as you raised your head from your hands, and closed the door to his office, satisfied with his work.

“Well…” you began

“Commander's orders miss L/n…what could I possibly do to rectify the situation,” Goose jokingly pondered

“Hmmm let's think,” you said, twirling your pen

“How's about I take you out…” Goose blushed, his mustache curling up into a smile, “on a date.”

“A date?” You teased

“Yeah. Just you and me. No idiot Maverick to tease us the whole time,” he smiled

“Yeah Bradshaw, I’d like that”

“You free tonight honey?” He drawled

“Pick me up at six Lieutenant, not a minute later,” you shook your pencil at him

With a salute and a “yes ma'am,” Goose was walking down the hallway head held high.

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5:59 the clock blinked as you sat in front of it, makeup and hair done, a light blue slip dress gently hugging your frame. This had felt like the longest minute of your life, sitting in front of your digital clock just waiting for the minute to change and Goose to arrive.

6:00 blinked and your heart started racing uncontrollably. The noise of it thumping was so loud it just about drowned out the knocking at your door. Breathing sharply to calm down, you stood up and smoothed out your dress, heading slowly towards the front door.

Opening it, your eyes scanned up Goose’s frame, taking in his pressed khaki pants, his white button down tucked into it, sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone, and his mustache curled up into a smile.

“My goodness,” he hollered, “don’t you look mighty fine darlin”

“Back at ya flyboy,” you blushed

“You ready for the best date of your life?” Goose asked, his soft eyes gazing down into yours.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day, Viper hasn’t heard the end of it,” you said as you locked your door and followed Goose to his bronco.

“Is that right, sugar?” He asked as he helped you into the passenger seat, goofy smile curling his mustache

“Oh yeah Lieutenant”

“Even the part about Viper?” He asked as he walked around to the driver’s seat and hopped in

“Especially the part about Viper. You better be on your best behavior or he’ll be hot on your tail,” you joked

“Ah-ha,” Goose hollered.

Goose drove you two down the sunset-lit road, gentle rock music playing from his stereo, his aviators resting gently on the bridge of his nose as his hand grasped the headrest of your seat.

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Your date with Goose was full of laughter, good food, many drinks, and even more flirting. He told you the story of how he joined the Navy, and how he met Maverick in training and they became attached at the hip, and even how he was nervous about Maverick’s flying sometimes but he trusted him with his life. He asked you all about yourself, and as you told him about your upbringing and your career and your family, he sat with his head in his hands staring at you with bright eyes and curiosity. You loved listening to him talk about himself, and from the looks of him it seemed he felt the same about you.

After offering to pay multiple times, Goose finally wore you down as he set cash, plus a generous tip, down on the table.

“Thanks Goose,” you said genuinely, grabbing his hand in your own and looking him deep in the eyes.

“Anything for you, sugar,” he returned your gaze with a smile, his mustache curling over his lip, “ready to hit the road?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, keeping your hand in his as you stood up from your booth and walked towards the door, “where to next?”

“If it's not too forward,” he began, leaning down to speak softly into your ear once you exited the restaurant, “and tell me if it is…but I was hoping you’d want to come back to my place for a little?”

“And what exactly is there to do at your place?” You feigned confusion.

Goose simply shrugged, a smirk threatening his lips, as he walked to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for you.

“Never leave room for the imagination, Bradshaw,” you muttered, getting in the car and watching Goose saunter around to the driver’s side.

With a smile on his face, Goose’s hand traveled across the center console until it found yours, his fingers gently lacing with yours as his thumb rubbed gentle circles while you drove the short distance back to Goose’s house.

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