Challenge Accepted, P3

Challenge Accepted, p3

Final Part

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

(Y/N) graduates soon and still insists she cannot get involved with Jake Seresin. Turns out this mission is life or death, and it all depends on Jake if he wants to pursue his heart or let her go.

Warnings: swearing, smut, dirty talking, praise kink, oral (f receiving)

"Hey, uhm. . .I'm sorry about earlier, (Y/N). He's our teacher for this mission and it seemed like you were uncomfortable, so I just thought I had to say something."

Yeah, I was the uncomfortable one, (Y/N) thought as she rolled her eyes.

"Shouldn't you be asleep now, Hangman?" Despite the gentleness of your voice, there was a slight overtone of annoyance and he didn't like that.

Also, you said Hangman.

Not Jake.

"Maybe. . .I just wanted to hear your voice one last time before we get sent off."

Right. That's the entire reason why he's here.

Why he doesn't get involved emotionally.

And why he craved you every second of the day. Jake was scared that he was falling for you because you didn't seem to be falling for him. You had goals, aspirations, and you were the kind of girl who wouldn't put any of that on hold for a man.

Not unless he was serious about you.

And he knows that's what you want. It's what you need. It's what Jake thought about, coming home to you after a long day and kissing you because he hasn't seen nor heard that pretty voice of yours and only wants to hear his name on your mouth all night long.

But is that what you wanted?

"Just how serious is it? I know it's probably classified, but-"

"I might not come back alive."

That hit you. You couldn't admit to yourself that you were falling for a man who wasn't ready to be emotionally available, but what you could say was how much that made you hurt.

"It's that serious?"

"No pilot has ever done it before. Not even the man training us."

"Oh. . ."

What does someone even say to that?

"(Y/N), I just. . .I want you to know that I. . ."

"Yes. . .Jake. . .?" You urged on, your heart racing.

"That I'm so appreciative of you showing up in my life. You're the biggest ball of sunshine in this shitshow, and everytime I think of you, I know that I have the greatest friend to come back to."

Friend.

That confirmed it for you.

"And I have the goofiest, weirdest, and second cutest pilot to see," You smiled.

"Second? I'm pretty sure I'm the cutest pilot you'll ever lay your eyes on," Jake was positive that someone like Rooster could make you happy. He's a great pilot, he's kind and would treat you right.

Jake wasn't sure if he could give you a life that you deserved.

And he knew this because he loved you.

"Scratch that, Rooster can take my place as cutest."

"And why is that?"

"Gorgeous, I'm the hottest pilot you'll ever see."

"I suppose so," You giggled, laying down OK your bed and you let the comforting silence drift between you two.

"(Y/N), I have to ask. . .why do you turn down every pilot that looks at you like they'd end the world to protect you?" He knew that because Phoenix said that's how he looked the night those two assholes were making you uncomfortable.

"You don't need to give me an answer if you don't want to. Just curious, darlin'."

"My dad. . .he was a Marine. My mom fell for his charming looks, his way with words, and they hooked up a few times. She thought they were together, and told him that she was pregnant and wanted to keep the baby. He said I wasn't his and refused to stay with her. It took a military mandated paternity test for him to even look at her, and give her the minimum amount of anything. Even when I was older, he said he wanted nothing to do with me and I was an accident that she should've killed. I was ten when he told me that," You confessed, "so everytime I'd see a uniform, I would hate it. I'd think about just how many women and men trust their spouses overseas and how much trust they can break within a second."

Jake was seething. You were a kid and your own father told you that you shouldn't exist. It scarred you and you had every right to keep your distance from men like him.

"Is that why you don't want me?"

Your breath caught in your throat.

". . .Jake?" You asked, your voice almost a whisper.

"I know I flirt, and have a reputation for having a new girl every night. Did I remind you of him?"

"Oh my god, Jake, no. You are nothing like that scumbag," To even compare Jake to that asshole was a crime in itself.

"You've protected me, you've been there like no other, and you. . .you scared me with this mission. Even if I can push past everything, in the back of my mind, all I'll be able to think about is if another pretty girl catches your eye-"

"But there is no other girl!" You flinched from the sound of frustration and desperation for you from the phone.

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Every night and every morning, I just think about what I'm going to do to make you smile when I see you. How am I going to make sure that this woman knows that she's the only one I have eyes for. And that fucking scares me, (Y/N). You have a life that you formed before me - a beautiful life where you have ambition and goals and I've never been a part of it. And even if you decided to say yes and stay, I would hate myself for the rest of my life because I kept you from your dreams. I made you stay. I made you wait for me to come home and not know if I'm dead or alive. Even though I know that I'm never going to feel the way about another girl the way I feel about you, you deserve more than me."

Your eyes teared up. You didn't think that Hangman would say such stunning words that made your heart race, or if you thought that all of those moments were just ways for him to get into your pants.

And he felt like he didn't deserve you.

"Jake, I love you. . .it goes against everything I said, all of my boundaries, but I know that I do. You think you don't deserve me? I look at you and think that everyday. You graduated at the top one percent! That means something! You've earned your place, and you fought for it and yet you think you can't possibly earn the heart of a lonely college student?"

"I. . .I can't do that to you-"

"Yes, you can! Be selfish and take the love that you want," You pleaded, some tears making their way down your cheeks as he chuckled.

"I've been selfish long enough, sunshine. I leave tomorrow, and after that, you'll never see me again."

"Jake Seresin, don't you dare do this to me. Don't you dare deny yourself and I the love we deserve," You held onto your phone like it was going to run off.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

"Jake-!"

The call ended and you held your hand to your mouth as sobs escaped you. He loved you. Jake Seresin fell in love but never felt good enough for a life of true love. He was a pilot, he couldn't settle down and drag someone along for the ride of 'will I die today?'.

/ / /

"You fucking dick!"

Hangman turned around to see Phoenix coming at him at full force. Before he could even ask, he was met with a punch to the face.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What's going on?!" Everyone gathered around as he cradled his cheek in one hand and a bag in the other.

"I told you not do it! And you did it! You broke her fucking heart!" Phoenix shouted at him as Bob held her back.

"(Y/N)? What did you do?" Rooster demanded, his voice suddenly going serious. They just had survived this mission and now he has to survive his comrades.

"I told her I'm not coming back. She doesn't need me," Jake insisted.

"Bullshit! She loves you!" The air in the room stilled.

"I know, and that's why I can't go back. She's going to go to New York and become a Clinical Psychologist, and she's going to do it without a husband who could die any day of the week."

"New York was a lie!" Phoenix confessed.

"What are you saying?" Jake questioned, stepping forward.

"She told you that before all of this - before she fell in love with you to keep you away. She applied at an office here a week ago and got the job, they'll take her right after she graduates. But she was too scared to tell you because she doesn't want you to let her down," Bob let Phoenix go, feeling like she wouldn't sock him in the face again.

"Seresin, do not play her and leave her high and dry. Don't do what you always do."

"I'd never hurt her," He said.

"Then go. She's waiting and she doesn't know whether Jake Seresin survived or not. But I swear to God, if you hurt her, I'll make everyday a living Hell for you," Phoenix threatened, staring him down but all she could see was a sight that not even God could've predicted.

Hangman in love.

"I'm sure of it. Now I need to get my girl," Jake started running off base, and Phoenix stared in confusion.

"You don't have her address!"

"Send it to me!"

You had fallen asleep crying. You were terrified about his fate and just how dangerous this mission is. When you woke up, you told Phoenix everything but none of her calls were going through, so the only indication you got that she read it was the 'read' on your messages.

No one had contacted you since then. With a sigh, you pulled yourself together and realized that it was almost 2pm. Then again, you did spend the last few days barely sleeping because of your own feelings so this felt like it was much needed.

"I need food-" You stopped at your door once you heard the front door open. Was someone breaking in? Who? Why?

"(Y/N)?! Please don't tell me you've already left," Jake feared that you didn't even want to be in San Diego anymore and left. He did break your heart last night and wouldn't blame you for it, but all you could do was stand there as his boots got closer and closer to your bedroom.

"Jake?" You swung the door open, fearing it was too good to be true but he was right there. His brilliant eyes, tall build, his handsome face and the way he immediately stopped just to admire you.

He wrapped his arms around you, feeling the weight of the world lifted off of his shoulders as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a sniffle.

"I thought I lost you," Great, I'm crying again, you thought.

"You could never lose me," He said into your hair before pulling back and holding your face in his hands, wiping away the fresh tears.

"I'm so sorry. I thought that you would be better off because of New York, but Phoenix said you got a job here. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was so soon. I planned on them saying no but the second I got the call, all I could think about was you. That's when I knew that I loved you but you're a ladies man. I felt like if I said anything, you'd tell me that you didn't feel the same and I did it all for nothing. But you said you love me, and the only thing I could think about was always being with you," You confessed.

"Even if it means-"

"No more talking," You grabbed him by his chest and pulled him in. The second his lips met yours, he melted into you. Your taste on him made him feel drunk and all he wanted to drink was you. His hands went on your hips and pulled you closer as your hands reached into his hair.

"All I want is you. Always," He whispered against your lips, his hand traveling down to your ass and holding you against him.

Just because he was in love doesn't mean his mind was any less perverted.

"Then take me, Jake."

He wasted no time and his lips were right on yours again, but this was different. It wasn't a kiss of desperation because you were both terrified of losing eachother. It was a different kind of neediness as his hands went to your ass and lifted you up, your back against the wall as his tongue ventured into your mouth.

You could already feel the heat in your core building, but a surprise moan fell from your mouth as you felt him.

"Jake-"

"Are you sure you still want this?" You were shocked as you looked at him. This wasn't the cocky pilot you met at the Hard Deck, this was a man so desperate to be close to you that he became needy. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, concentrated on your lips like he was addicted

"Make love to me, Jake. Please," You whimpered, your legs around his hips and you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you up.

"Yes, ma'am," He placed you on the bed while doing open mouth kisses down your neck, leaving you sighing in bliss before he started to suckle gently on the skin. While his lips worked on your neck, his other hand removed your pajama bottoms and started tracing you outside of your panties.

"Jake, please. . ."

"Use your words. Please what?" He taunted in your ear before his thumb slowly circled your clit outside of your soaking underwear.

"I need you-oh!" Your back arched as his hand made its way in and he stuck in two fingers inside of you, going agonizingly slow. His fingers curled inside of you, and he stared up at you as he lowered himself off of the bed.

Your hands gripped your bed cover, trying to find anything to hold onto as the pressure began to build. Not being intimate except with only one serious partner made you feel like you were about to snap if he kept going and you'd be embarrassed.

"You want to cum on my fingers, baby?"

"Fuck yes. Jake, I-" A gasp of delight and pleasure escaped you and you could feel his grin as he stared up at you, his tongue working wonders on you.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," He purred, watching you squirm as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. Just watching you moan and beg him for more made him hard, his dick straining against his pants.

Your heavy breathing turned erratic as he kept his pace, his tongue setting you ablaze,

"Jake, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it. Be a good girl and cum for me," God, his voice alone and his continued lapping of your pussy could have sent you over the edge. With one look down at him, his half lidded gaze and watching as he wanted nothing more than to please you, sent you over the edge.

Your legs twitched beneath him and he let you ride out your high, keeping one leg down as he lapped up what you oh so graciously gave him.

"How'd I make you feel?" He asked as he came up to you and kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

"So good, Jake," You breathed out, still catching your breath and he smirked.

"I want to," Your hand went down to his pants, seeing his bulge and you wanted nothing more than to please him. To know what kind of noises he made - how he would look.

"Today's all about you, baby," He removed your fingers from his zipper.

"Then start undressing," You told him.

"Needy, aren't we?" He chuckled, quickly throwing his shirt off and working on his pants.

"Only for you," You sat up, beginning by giving him passion filled kiss before going down his neck and replacing his hands with your own, slowly removing his pants.

Jake groaned as you went from gentle kisses to sucking, sure to leave marks on his neck that would show the world that Jake Seresin was a taken man. He let out a breathy moan as your hand removed his boxers and you started stroking his cock, his head slightly falling back.

"Shit, (Y/N)," He cursed as you rubbed your thumb around the tip, and kissed him. His groans filled your mouth as his hand went into your hair, struggling not to just burst from your touches alone.

"I only want to cum if it's in you," As much as he was enjoying this, he only wanted to be in you. Watch as your face contorts into pleasure and you scream out his name for the whole world to hear.

"Condom?"

He didn't even hesitate to grab one from his wallet and ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it onto himself before he had you lay down and teased you with the head of his cock.

"Please," You pleaded, already so hot and bothered after cumming only a few moments ago.

"Please what?" He taunted.

"I need you to fuck me."

He didn't hesitate and let his cock slip in slowly, but by God was it hard. You were dripping, and he was so used to just fucking and leaving but he wanted to savor this with you. He wanted to feel all of you and right now it was absolute Heaven. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you felt overwhelmed, but not in a bad way.

Because God he was huge.

You already felt so full and he wasn't even all the way inside. Your nails scratched at his back as you felt him go deeper. But you needed him to move faster.

"I said fuck me, Jake. We can go slow any other day," That's when he lost it. That loving gaze full of neediness and desperation for him, and he pulled himself out before slamming back in. You threw your head back onto the pillow, and let out a loud moan as he started going faster.

"Sh-shit, you feel so good around my cock," He groaned into your neck, biting down on an already forming hicky.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," You wrapped your legs around his hips, wanting to feel him deeper and closer. You felt so full and so good, completely fucked out but the orgasm started to build faster.

And as much as Jake prided himself on lasting long, just how wet you were and the lewd noises you were making was bringing him closer to the edge. Each time he plunged himself into you, he was so sure he could cum but the bliss wouldn't end.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, the feeling of completely ecstasy building and building.

"Jake, I'm gonna. . .I'm gonna cum soon," You confessed.

"Me too, baby," Jake wanted to look you in the eyes as he did it, and continued his pace as his green eyes met your own.

"Oh, fuck! Jake!"

"M-me too. . .oh fuck!"

He felt himself unload into the condom, so euphoric as he looked at your fucked out gaze and kissed you as you came, letting out a moan into his mouth. Your hand came up into his hair, caressing his scalp as he pulled away and still inside of you.

"I love you," He breathed out, completely and utterly in love with the brilliant woman beneath him.

"I love you more," You giggled.

"Pretty sure that's impossible," He grinned, staring down at you with the most lovesick gaze possible.

"Jake. . .round two in the shower?" You suggested, but before you could even do anything, he lifted you up. You yelped, him still being inside of you, and whimpered.

"Think you can make it to round three?"

Oh God, you thought, but didn't object because you had Jake and he had (Y/N).

And that's all he ever really needed.

Hangman *notices Bradley continually glancing over at Y/N*: What are you looking at?

Bradley: Nothing.

Hangman: You ever going to tell her how you feel?

Bradley *looking at Y/N from across the bar* I’m this close to falling in love with her.

Hangman: Your fingertips are touching. 

Bradley: Exactly.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw fanfic is up on Wattpad if anyone would like to check it out! @ autogirls

have some husband/father rooster headcanons

bradley being fiercely protective of those he loves is very on brand

he can take personal insults people may throw at him, but heaven forbid anyone say anything about his wife or babies

he's been known to get into physical fights with people who've made inappropriate comments about his wife, and rest assured, he will defend her with whatever it takes

he isn't above saying things like "apologize to her or i'll beat it out of you" and that usually does the trick, the person stumbles over themselves to apologize

but when it comes to his kids? god help anyone who dares badmouth or mistreat his kids. we're talking an "i will rain hellfire upon you" type of attitude

his kids grow up knowing that they have an ally in their daddy; that he will always stick up for them no matter what

once a teacher at school made a baseless accusation toward bradley's son, nick

and you'd best believe he was in that man's face, saying "don't you ever accuse my son again unless you have definitive proof"

"are you threatening me, mr. bradshaw?"

"you're goddamn right i'm threatening you. no one comes for my children and gets away with it"

the teacher never picks on nick again

and when nick asks his dad about it, bradley says, "i will always stick up for you, kid. don't you ever forget that"

in conclusion, i pity anyone who dares come for those he loves, because rooster bradshaw won't hesitate, bitch

i know that people are NOW just finding Miles Teller attractive, but ive found him attractive since Divergent

congrats on 500! very much deserved ☺️ i want to get my ask in early for…..fake dating with bradley. i feel like he’d oddly get really into it, man is a showman thru and thru

♡ pairing ; rooster x female!reader

♡ wc ; 1.2k

♡ warnings ; a creepy dude tries to hit on you?, mentions of alcohol consumption

♡ note ; thank you so so so much for requesting jordan :(( you're so right!!! if this was longer, i definitely would have gotten into rooster pulling out all the stops. that man would buy couple looks for him and his fake girlfriend, change my mind.

The guy is there again.

You spot him across the bar the moment he comes in, so attuned to it by now that it’s all you do. Like there’s some kind of radar newly installed inside of you. You look for him around corners and in supermarkets and especially at night when you do the five-minute trek from your job to your apartment in the dark of the night, only intercepted by flickering streetlights. 

It was fun in the beginning when you met him at the bar: A bit of harmless flirting, a few winks, a number scribbled on a napkin. But then you didn’t call him, too busy and too shy and honestly not interested enough, and suddenly it wasn’t all that fun anymore.

Suddenly, it got scary. Every time you arrive for drinks with your friends, he lingers somewhere at your periphery. By the toilets, by the jukebox, by the pinball machine. Always keeping an eye on you. Always glowering, always nursing a drink, only disappearing outside for periodic breaks and then coming back reeking of cigarettes.

It’s not like he ever does anything, and so you’re too embarrassed to tell your friends about it, to ask them to change locations for your Friday post-work drinks, when the Hard Deck has been a firmly cemented part of the routine for years. What if they laugh at you? What if they think you’re overreacting? What if they tell you not to act like the whole world revolves around you, not to be so full of yourself that you think any guy that looks at you in crowded bars might be a stalker?

So nothing really bad has happened - but the fear is there. Lodged firmly in your chest, sinking its ugly, icy claws into you at every turn. The fear that something could happen, something really, awfully, truly bad. You don’t want to end up on Dateline.

And tonight, you’re alone. One of your friends just canceled, citing a cold, and the other two are stuck in San Diego’s rush-hour traffic. So you’re alone at your usual table in the corner, in a new dress that suddenly seems too short, fidgeting with the glass of gin and tonic in front of you, drawing shapes into the condensation that do nothing to calm the racing of your heart.

You glance at the guy again, just to gauge how far he is from you. But when you spot him leaning against the wall, he’s already looking at you. Your eyes meet, and ice-cold, instantaneous panic trickles into you.

Oh god, you think as he pushes off the wall, as he grins at you, oh god, no. That wasn’t intentional. Oh god.

He pushes his way through the crowd, and you look around, frantic, both hands gripping the table’s edge, heart in your throat, eyes burning, and then… You spot a flicker of something colorful.

“Rooster!”

You rise half out of your chair, waving frantically.

Rooster turns around, genuine confusion on his face. You remember him vaguely from a drunk night a month or two ago when your friend’s friend Phoenix introduced her fellow Naval aviators to you. He’d been nice enough, a little absent-minded, drinking beer and bobbing his head along to Springsteen tunes. Wearing the same fading Hawaiian shirt.

Mostly, you remember his face from a rather embarrassing, rather steamy dream you had about a day or two later. What can you say? The mustache might look like it’s jumped right out of a 70s porno, but it sorta works for you.

Which makes you seriously worry about your taste in men, but that’s beside the point.

He raises an eyebrow but comes over anyway. Smiles at you. Says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you answer. “You remember me?”

Rooster nods. “Phoenix’s friend, right?”

And then he even repeats your name, and it shouldn’t matter, but it sort of makes your heart stutter. You wish you could indulge in the giddy feeling, in the oh my god, he remembers me of it all, but over his shoulder, the man is still approaching, something unreadable, something dark, something frightening on his face.

You don’t know what you look like, but Rooster’s brows furrow as he looks at you.

“You alright?”

“I…” You pause, wonder if maybe you’ve read too many romance books, wonder if you’ve watched too many Hallmark movies, but then you think fuck it, who cares, whatever. “The guy behind you… he’s been bothering me for some time now.”

Something like anger crosses Rooster’s face. His mustache trembles a little bit. 

“Did he hurt you? I can…”

“No, nothing like that, just….” You shrug, suddenly helpless. “Can you… I know this sounds insane, but will you just pretend to be my boyfriend? Please? Only for like five minutes….”

Your voice starts trailing off towards the end of the sentence. Nerves set in, tingle up your spine, turn your insides liquid. God, this must be the worst idea of all time. You don’t even know Rooster, can’t explain why you’re asking him this.

Just… There's something about him that makes you feel strangely, inexplicably safe. You want him to stay with you a little longer.

Rooster’s throat moves as he swallows, looking down at you with something searching in those brown eyes. That gaze almost makes you squirm on the spot.

And then suddenly, Rooster’s arm is sliding around your waist, his nose is buried in your hair, and he’s whispering, “Sorry for not asking first, I’ll stop touching you in a second.”

In your chest, your heart flutters like a robin. You don’t even want him to stop touching you.

He withdraws, turning both of you to face the guy. He’s stopped just a step or two from your table, brows furrowed over dark, glinting eyes, an expression on his face as if he’s just bitten into a lemon. Your first instinct is to shrink back, to hide behind Rooster, but he gives your waist a reassuring squeeze. 

Suddenly, it’s not so difficult. Suddenly, you don’t feel so afraid. Not with Rooster there.

“You got a problem, pal?” Rooster asks, and you can feel the echoes of his voice rumbling in his chest.

The man’s eyes flicker towards you just for a second, then he looks back at Rooster. Seems to gauge his chances. Deem them relatively low.

He shrugs, jerks his head, disappears into the crowd.

You let out a shuddering breath, letting go of all that fear that’s been building for weeks, that’s been weighing you down more than you’d like to admit.

“Thank you,” you whisper, stepping away from him, leaving the circle of his arms reluctantly. “That… I’m sorry. But thank you. You helped me so much.”

Rooster throws another glance in the direction the man disappeared in, something vigilant in his eyes. Then he looks down at you, and the steel in his gaze dissolves. Eyes, once again, like molten chocolate.

“No worries,” he says, smiling softly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

You nod dumbly, watch his retreating back as you slowly sink down into your chair again.

And then Rooster stops, halfway to the counter, turns around, says your name.

Once he’s sure he has your attention, he smiles, almost bashfully.

He delivers the killing blow, the thing you’re sure you’ll think about for years to come, that will crawl beneath your skin, into your bloodstream, and settle there, live there, grow there.

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime. Real or fake.”