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Could you write rooster x reader were they are on the mission and something happens to the reader and his reaction is very angsty and sad but he can’t go back for her. Then the ending is cute and fluffy and implied smut. Tag me if you write this!

Careful (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw X Reader)

Word Count: 4027

TW: Mentions injury, hospitals and crashing of an aircraft

AN: I hope you enjoy this! I loved writing it, and I'm working through the requests I've got- so please feel free to send more I'm loving them! Replies/feedback and requests are always welcome and needed!

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She had two great loves in her life. Two things she would give up everything for- for no reason other than she loved them so dearly, so deeply and so closely.

The first, was flying. She had no prior attachment or sentiment for it; she came from a family of plumbers, accountants and dustmen. She had always loved it- going on vacation as a kid, the thrill of taxiing to the runway, and the way her stomach would drop as they picked up speed. She just, became a nerd about planes. She wanted to know how they worked, and constantly asked about it, about how birds flew and why she couldn't; until someone bought her a book about it. She read it from cover to cover at least fifty times. So she bought more- was given more. Then VHS tapes of documentaries from the library. She couldn't get enough of it. She even made friends with the plane spotters at her local airfield, begged her mother to let her go to airshows and became obsessed with the idea of becoming a pilot. It helped that she was quite mechanically minded too- she weasled her way into getting people to show her the guts of their planes, explaining all their modifications and specs to her. No one was surprised when she got into the academy, and after that, it was almost inevitable, that someone so furiously passionate and hardworking, would graduate to Top Gun.

This is where she first clapped eyes on the second of her great loves.

It was so cliché. She saw him across the bar, she didn't even realise he was a pilot- she just knew he was pretty damn good looking. It was only when she was pulled aside by a friend and fellow pilot to meet one of the Top Gun students that they already knew- she turned, beer bottle in hand, and came face to face- well, face to well toned chest, with the dude she'd seen across the bar. Wow- he was tall close up.

"Hey-" He looked down at her and spoke. The bar was so packed, they were inches apart. "I'm Rooster." He spoke, a content smile on his face.

It was then that all ideas of 'he's hot' went out the window. He was a colleague. That, she decided, was just not gonna happen.

"I'm (Y/n); Sunny."

In her awkwardness, she cracked a joke- one that even she didn't find funny. But he laughed. A proper real laugh.

He just seemed to know how to put people at ease. His wit helped. He had a quip or saying for everything- and energy for days.

In class- they battled it out. Every dogfight was like a heated scrap for the last bone. Every time trial was a race to freedom. Every opportunity to win was taken.

It was a rivalry that was surprisingly healthy. It was all tooth and claw until they stepped off the tarmac- then it was best pals for life. Then it was share this piano stool with me. Then it was 'did you know dogs can't look up?'

Over the course of their time at Top Gun, they were stuck together like magnets. Whether they were trying to get their names on that board or just being idiots together.

When it was over- they were even. Dead even on points. They shared top spot. They were ready for a tiebreaker, to fight it out till the very last moment- until someone pointed out that it's always two names. The top two students.

After Top Gun- they were mainly apart. They obviously couldn't control where they were sent, but they kept in contact.

Sometimes that waned, they were busy people, and sometimes they did manage to get themselves together- meet up again for a drink with friends, hang out. They had worked together plenty- but it was always fleeting days, before being required somewhere else.

Then Top Gun came around again. They were wanted back.

For the first time since they'd first met there, they were working together- in proximity of eachother daily- for longer than a week. It was exciting- seeing him again. She got the message and flushed pink about it. Immediately she had texted him- and they'd had a long reminice about their Top Gun days, and it had already been so many years.

They'd learnt a lot about eachother during that training. It was soured a little as he rediscovered his past- and struggled with it. But she was who he went to. He'd lay back on her bed beside her, and he'd talk in this, quite, soft voice. He'd tell her everything about how he felt about the whole thing. Even when he was angry- with her it melted into a malleable softness. She always listened. He always felt better.

Neither of them noticed what that probably meant.

Not even when the group of pilots who had returned to Top Gun, trained with Maverick, weren't split. It was inevitable that their skills would be required again. It wasn't long before they were called up.

It was supposed to be simple.

They'd already completed the bulk of what they had to. They just had to make it back.

It was Rooster and Mav up front. They were a few kilometres ahead- Sunny, Bob and Phoenix behind.

She was carrying damage- it had already been intense. Everyone was low on ammo and she was nursing her plane home.

"I've got two inbound from the south-west" Came a voice in her ear.

Fuck.

"Alright- Bob, tell us when they're close." She spoke, trying to sound confident.

"On it." She heard back.

She raised the nose of the aircraft- trying to get higher again, as she slowly dipped lower. She was constantly correcting it, but the damage made it less responsive. She was lower than she should have been already- but she couldn't get to the height she wanted. In this stricken plane, it just wasn't gonna happen.

She still had some ammo, a few flares left, and was confident she could pick up a bit of speed if she had to- but only if she had to. Bob and Phoenix had a little more and flew slightly behind and above to the right of her- nearby but able to see more of the Horizon.

"Here they come." She heard Bob say, and glanced over. Even she could see them rising over the horizon.

As soon as they were close enough they were releasing hails of bullets.

It took some manoeuvring to avoid that and for Pheonix and Sunny to place themselves somewhere a bit more opportune- gave themselves a fighting chance.

All Rooster could do was listen on the coms.

"Smoke in the air Sunny!" Bob yelled out.

"Got it." She had replied. "Fuck that was close-" She continued a few seconds later.

"Pheonix- now's the chance-" He heard, before a perky "One down!" The messaged crackled through. He didn't feel any fear for them. He was confident in them. He wasn't nervous. Just waiting.

"Get above him Sunny!" Pheonix shouted.

"I can't-" She responded. "Fuck- I can't, can't get-" The coms started to break up for Rooster. "Fuck!"

She had lost an engine, caught a bullet in the wrong place and couldn't get it back online.

"Got him-" He heard in Pheonix's voice. "Sunny? You-"

"I can't- altitude- it won't- online-" He could only pick up some of what was coming through- it was disrupted and muffled. Fucking hell- he thought this shit was more reliable than that.

"Bail-" He heard that and then he panicked. "Can't- Pull up- Fuck-" He heard her voice and then a sharp crackle.

"Did- a chute?" He heard Bob's voice, loud and panicking. Then nothing.

Rooster held his breath for a moment, trying to process what he just heard.

He was waiting for a reply. He got nothing.

"Fuck." He heard clearly. This time it was Maverick, flying just beside him. He glanced over and saw Mav just shaking his head slowly in his own cockpit.

"Did you see a chute?!" He yelled through his coms, hoping they could hear him. "Bob? Pheonix? Did you see a chute?"

The coms spattered back into life for a moment and then went silent again. Then finally-

"No chute- too low-" came through. He didn't catch all of it- just those words were enough.

Immediately, on instinct, he pulled his plane around. He wanted to go to her.

"Rooster-" Mav spoke sternly. "Bradley- Don't." He instructed, as the younger man ignore.

"Can't leave her behind." Was all he could think to say.

"That worked with me- but you don't have the fuel to get there- let alone get back. We're on fumes." Mav told him. They were now closer to the carrier than they were their colleagues. "And what can you do for her if you make it there?" Maverick asked. Bradley gave no reply. "I'm sorry kid." His voice held a sadness and resignation that was unfamiliar.

Mav watched as Rooster turned his plane back again. He knew he was right, and was sorry about it.

A numbness rippled through him as he turned. That cannot just be it. Was that it? Could it be that sudden?

It wasn't long before he was landed on deck- his brain fogged and expression blank. Even the procedures that were like muscle memory to him usually were now slow and clunky.

When he could finally get out of his aircraft- he didn't. He just sat there for about thirty seconds. Unscathed. Unhurt. Broken.

He hit his fist against the side of the cockpit and fnally he climbed out. As he walked across the deck, Pheonix and Bob finally came into view on the horizon.

One solitary plane where there should have been two.

He thought he was going to be sick. His knees barely held him and he just turned away. He gave one frustrated, desperate scream of 'Fuck', thinking of nothing better to say.

How was this it?

Maverick found him two hours later, still in his flight gear, his helmet lying on the floor where he'd dropped it, in the locker room. His face was just blank, his eyes glassy as he stared at the floor, hunkerd down and tense.

"Bradley-" He spoke gently, and got no response from the younger pilot. He sat down beside him. "They found her." He spoke, his own voice quite weak in the moment of emotion.

Rooster looked up at him, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Is she?" He couldn't ask the full question.

"I don't know." Mav answered. "There's a hospital on allied coast not far from here. That's where she's going." He told him. But that was all he knew.

"That's gotta be good? Right?" He asked meekly. Mav shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know."

They sat together for a few more minutes. Bradley resumed his staring at the floor and Mav watched.

Maverick thought back on his own feelings, when he lost Goose. The guilt was immense. It wasn't his fault- there was nothing he could do. But guilt is poison and it only gets where it shouldn't be.

He didn't want this for Bradley too. Surely this kid wasn't supposed to loose everyone in his life?

"Is it obvious that I'm completely in love with her?" Rooster broke the silence but didn't look up.

"Very." Mav put a hand on his shoulder.

"Normally I'd hope you say no. But that means she probably knew, right? If..." Bradley let his voice fade for a moment."If- then at least she knew, right? I haven't gotta regret never telling her my whole life?" He asked. Mav just nodded.

"Don't think like that yet." He spoke reassuringly. "We don't know anything for sure."

They wouldn't know anything else for an agonisingly long time.

It was nearing 3am- finally Bradley had been convinced to move around, shower and join the others in the ready room. They'd just sorta been sat there. They were supposed to be asleep, but no-one could. They just sat there, silently. Waiting for something to happen.

Bradley sat alone. He didn't want to even look at anyone else. He wasn't sure he could talk if he wanted to.

Finally, the internal phone rang.

Maverick picked it up. Bradley couldn't listen- not that there was much to hear.

It was only breif- the phone was put down. He took a deep breath, sighed and gathered his thoughts.

He turned and moved to the front of the room, sitting down at a desk.

He shook his head.

"It's not good..." He spoke, not loudly like he would when addressing them to instruct, but with a noticeable softness. "But she's alive."

"Oh thank fuck-" Bradley spoke under his breath- and breathed out like he'd just surfaced from a depth.

"There's some broken bones, a bit of internal bleeding- she's just come out of surgery and they've stemmed that; but she wasn't conscious when they pulled her out of the water- they don't know what brain injuries she might have and she isn't out of the woods. They'll be able to do an MRI in the morning but it's all touch and go." He explained what he knew.

Bradley just let his head sink into his hands.

Bob, in a moment of desperate confidence and devastation, mixed with his awful guilt of not being able to do more to distract or disarm their pursuers and save his friend/colleague, quietly approached him. He put a hand on his shoulder- to which Rooster looked up at him. Bob almost expected him to be angry- but he wasn't. His eyes were just red, absent and tired.

He couldn't find any words to say, so he just patted him on the back, before Phoenix pulled him away.

Most of the others shuffled out- finally glad just to know what was going on. Finally it was just Bradley and Maverick.

Mav sat across from Bradley, who had sunk his head back down.

Very quietly he just began to sob into his hands.

"Come on-" Mav spoke quietly- pulling the kid's hands away from his face- he stood and pulled him into a hug.

Bradley was a big guy, he didn't like to show emotion strongly in front of others- but he crumbled in the arms of the older man, who he considered family again. All he had was Maverick and this group of pilots- most of which he had known for years now and he had her. She was everything- even if he'd never had the presence of mind to tell her that explicitly.

Less than two days later, and running on about three hours of poor sleep- he stood in the hallway of a foreign hospital- with signs he couldn't read and staff speaking in languages he didn't understand. He was nervous like he had never been- they hadn't heard anything more, so he'd turned up unannounced the first chance he got.

He waited out of the way at a sort of reception desk. He was ignored for a while but eventually someone approached him. He spent a good twenty minutes talking with a nurse, who didn't speak a huge amount of English. They were each trying to figure out what the other was saying, and both repeated themselves plenty- but he was polite and patient and looked enough of a nervous wreck that the nurse took pity. Eventually they managed to understand eachother, and he was told to wait for a doctor, who was starting his shift in an hour or so, who spoke better english and could tell him about (Y/n).

The nurse sat him down in a seat and reassured him that the doctor was a good one, and usually on time.

Actually, it wasn't even quite an hour, before he arrived and lead the pilot to a quiter place where they could talk for a moment.

He explained that she had quite severely broken ribs, a shattered ring finger and snapped pointer on her left hand, a fractured vertebrae in her spine and even a fractured pelvis. The internal bleeding hadn't been as severe as expected, they'd managed that quite well, but she also had had hypothermia when she had come in- thanks to being in the water for a while, and severe concussion from hitting the surface so harshly.

But they'd done the MRI as promised, she didn't seem to have anything more worrying. They had her a little sedated for the pain and to stop her moving and disrupting the plates that were now freshly littered throughout her body.

At the end of the explanation- he was just itching to ask one thing.

"Can I see her?" He asked, anxiously. The doctor nodded and smiled and lead him down a complex of corridors until he found the correct door.

Bradley nearly broke the thing off it's hinges with the force and speed at which he entered the room.

There she was. Hooked up to an IV, bruised- a black eye the most obvious and dark one, a little bloody, and padded in various places with gauze, mainly where she had had the plates inserted.

"(Y/n)!" He exclaimed- or tried to. It came out a quite, croaky cry.

She was still dazed but looked up at him. She even managed a smile.

"Hey Rooster-" She croaked a little too.

He nearly sprinted to be closer to her.

"How you feeling?" He asked, his eyes frantically darting around her face and then body, seeing the drips and such platered all over her.

"Pretty shit-" she started. "Better now you're here though. Nice to hear a familiar voice." She smiled a bit of a toothy smile. As she did, she moved her non-broken hand to point to her tooth, not at the very front but visible.

"Hey look- I chipped a tooth!" She laughed, but winced because that hurt quite a lot to do.

"Oh yeah-" He smiled, he wasn't really looking at it. He was just looking at her, breathing, moving, existing alive. "I'm glad you're still with us." He spoke.

"So am I." She nodded. "Is everyone else okay?" She asked.

"Yeah- just worried about you is all." He spoke, placing his hand on hers. "You had us on the ropes a bit there, babe." He spoke and used a nickname he'd never onced used before for her but which he didn't care enough not to anymore. He'd always wanted to and fuck it- now he decided whatever he did was worth it.

She paused for a second, hearing the epithet- but she didn't care. Truly- she didn't care. Not in that way- she flushed pink a little, which she hoped he didn't notice, but she thought it a sweet and optimistic thing.

"I'm sorry for it-" She spoke and turned her hand over, so that they were palm to palm.

She watched as his eyes darted to their hands, and let a mischievous smile grow on her lips. As he focused on her hand, she was focused on his expression- his lips slightly parted, in awe and disbelief, his cheeks flushed red suddenly and eyes glossy and wide.

She closed her hand around his, tangling their fingers together and squeezed it tight.

"I forgive you-" He smiled, still not able to take his gaze away from her hand. "Just don't do it again." He finally looked up and their eyes met.

"I'll try my best, Rooster-baby." She laughed. It still hurt but it was worth it.

He looked at her for a moment.

"Don't tease me-" He spoke slowly, dreamily, in that lowered, rough voice of his, with an uncharacteristically shy smile and tilting his head a little toward her.

"I'm not teasing." She shook her head and retained her smile.

"Yes, you are." He laughed.

"No. I like you." She paused. "Scratch that. I really like you." She spoke quietly, through an irresistible smile. He didn't know what to say.

"There's nothing like a near death experience and being pumped up on morphine to help you admit it." She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to reply.

"You really mean that?" He still felt like this couldn't be true.

"Yeah-" She nodded. "I mean- I know we've known eachother for a long time, we work together, but fuck-" She giggled slightly. "Bradley- You're so pretty." She grinned and squeezed his hand. "And- God- You're funny. Pretty sweet too. Look at you- you're sat here by my bedside even though I'm sat here like a smashed up bit of china." She shook her head and grinned.

"Yeah?" He nodded. "That's okay- that's okay..." He breathed deeply. "Well I guess you can tell I'm not just here as a friend- though, don't get me wrong, you're one of the best... But it's been a while now, you know?" He spoke gently.

"Yeah- I knew. I thought I was being stupid, what with us going through training together- but when we came back to Top Gun... I guess I realised it."

"Not to be competitive- but I think it's been longer than that for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Remember the last time we saw eachother, before we went back to Top Gun?" He asked. She nodded.

"About a year before?" She asked.

"Yeah- You brought that boyfriend you had, wore that dress. I was so jealous. I was goddamn itching sat talking to him about something dumb- house prices or something- and I could smell your perfume on him..."

"That's kinda hot-" She laughed.

"What?" He questioned.

"That you were jealous." She grinned. She shook her head. "You don't have to be jealous anymore- not if you don't want to?"

It was two weeks later that she was moved to a military treatment facility that had the correct staff and equipment to take care of her- and another seven weeks when Bradley was meeting her at the airport in California. She was a couple weeks of physio away from the possibility being signed off to start flying again, but let Bradley think it was perfectly necessary for him to put an arm around her, just in case.

Until then, she was staying off base, a small apartment had been found for her to stay in, some strings got pulled.

He opened the door for her, treating her as if she were going to break if he brushed past her a bit too fast.

She just laughed.

"I'm made of metal now! I won't fall apart- I promise!" She spoke, walking in and turning around, leaning back on the arm of the sofa.

"It doesn't hurt to be careful, Sunny." He smiled and grabbed her bag from the car, dumping it on the floor as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"No- but it kinda ruins some things?" She looked up at him, nudging him in the shin with her foot as he stood over her.

"What? Being careful?" He asked, uncertain for a moment. They'd not been able to persue their feelings in person much since they'd confessed them.

"Now." She breathed the word, reaching out to him and then running her hands up his forearms as he leant down and into her. Her hands travelled up, via his muscular chest, to his shoulder and neck- where they hung over and across the back of, her pointer fingers just linked loosely. "Is not the time for being careful-" She whispered, having inched closer to him- now just barely millimetres away from him- she plunged into a slow and hungry kiss as soon as all the words were out.

His hands had snaked around her waist as he'd got closer, then sat on her hips as they kissed. Now they slid under her thighs and pressed the imprints of his fingertips into them as he pulled her up and toward him.

She'd wanted this since she saw him across the bar all those years before. Crashing a multiple million dollar jet into the ocean wasn't a normal way to make a relationship work- but Jesus had it worked for them.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months

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Kate narrating a documentary about bee-keeping and honeymaking? Earthshot giving us a 6 episode documentary series about their winners narrated by Cate Blanchett or a 2-hour special about Cape Town and South Africa (and every Earthshot city) by David Attenborough or a local expert? A 30-minute travel program about Cornwall by the Duchy of Cornwall? 3-minute YouTube videos about their charities and patronages produced by the people who work there or who benefit from services posted ahead of their visits? William narrating a documentary about his homeless initiative in Cornwall? A summer exhibition in KP’s display hall of Kate’s dresses or a Kate-curated show of the Royal Collection or loans from her patronages?

Yes, yes, and yes!!!! William and Catherine really are the first gen of royals to belong wholly to the social media generation. They should use it’s global reach much more expansively and more expertly.

For Catherine: yes to beekeeping lol! Show the children - during small, limited vignettes - helping her. Further though, she has a degree in Art History. The BRF/RCT has a priceless art collection, most of it largely unseen/unknown by the greater public. Pair these two gems together in some (“fun yet informative”) documentaries…even a series. Same for the BRF photo collection. The BRF has been photographed by iconic photographers…Cecil Beaton, Richard Avedon (D/Dss of Windsor lol), Annie Leibowitz, Mario Testino (those stunning Diana photos). Sure, some of it’s been done before, but let the people see these treasures again in an updated modern media presentation - interspersed/“edited” :) with pertinent film footage and interviews - and hosted by Catherine.

And not just the BRF art/photography treasures, but ditto for their fashion (an entire series in itself!), jewelry/tiaras (what exactly IS inside the Royal Vault, anyway, hiding unseen?), castles/palaces/homes (let’s see inside Balmoral, Sandringham, Kensington, Adelaide Cottage (limited access), Frogmore House - but minus Frog Cott…we already know what Soho House design looks like, although Frog Cott cemetery might be informative…), priceless antique furniture, properties/gardens, horse stables and animals, even their vehicles (rare carriages, automobiles, boats, aircraft)! How about a documentary on the Royal Ballet, hosted by Catherine and Charlotte, w footage included of Granny Diana at the RB? Each of these categories could easily fill an episode, presented by C. The catch, of course, would be to present all of this “to the people” in a way that doesn’t scream “let y'all eat cake!” but rather “this is yours, be proud of its beauty and history, which also is yours” ala Jackie Kennedy at the White House.

And separately from the above “fine arts” themes, yes, let’s also see much more in-depth coverage - by William and Catherine - of their charities and the bts work/progress involved, especially as related to Early Years research and work!

For William: yes to a documentary tour and inside look at the Duchy of Cornwall (that is much larger than just Cornwall lol)! William could pilot the helicopter - filmed up-close-and-personal inside the cockpit - as he takes us on the tour, with on-the-ground coverage as well, of course. And YES to expanded coverage of Earthshot and the ongoing progress of its winners (and nominees). Show the people what innovations Earthshot is catalyzing. This also has the built in advantage of appealing to youth, diversity/CW, and cutting edge climate change concerns….ie, the future. BTW tie in Earthshot with the Duchy of Cornwall and show us how the Duchy is incorporating climate change initiatives…organic farming, wind power, sustainability, re-planting, etc.

All of this could be widely and easily disseminated to a large, young, global audience both on social media/KP youtube and via media networks (ITV, BBC, etc.). Get busy, William and Catherine! Make your impending future reign a glorious one, a British Renaissance! (From an American fan with British ancestry)

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My hope is for Kate to include the kids in one of her promo videos for her Christmas carol service. I’d love to see them decorating a tree together or baking holiday cookies while they’re still young and small(ish).

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dronescapesvideos · 6 months

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The Wright Brothers, 1903

DOCUMENTARY ➤➤ https://youtu.be/sklryxX01D8

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veturiusofserra · 9 months

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look what you made me do | part 1/6

jake seresin x pilot!reader

summary: Y/n Harris, the top student at Top Gun Academy finds her match in Jake "Hangman" Seresin, unraveling a fierce rivalry and uncharted feelings.

warnings: your surname will be Harris, only for plot purposes, suggestive talk (?), your father name is John (ik) and your mother is Karen – while writing i had to come up with this or it would be confusing, sorrey

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The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon as young Y/n Harris stood on the beach, her eyes fixed on the distant naval base. With each passing day, her yearning to be part of the Navy grew stronger, fueled by her father's heroic stories from his time as a fighter pilot. She knew that her destiny lay in the skies, and she was determined to become a Navy pilot, just like him.

Raised in a family with a strong military background, Y/n grew up surrounded by tales of bravery, camaraderie, and patriotism. Her father, Captain John Harris, was a respected and decorated Navy pilot who had flown countless missions during his career. As Y/n watched him don his uniform with pride, she couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration and longing.

From a young age, Y/n was drawn to the concept of flight. She spent hours building model airplanes, studying aircraft manuals, and watching documentaries about the Navy's elite pilots. Her bedroom walls were adorned with posters of fighter jets, and her dreams were filled with the roar of engines and the thrill of aerial acrobatics.

Her determination to become a pilot was evident in every aspect of her life. She excelled in her studies, acing science and mathematics, knowing that a strong academic background would be crucial for her dream to take flight. Yet, Y/n knew that being a Navy pilot required more than just knowledge and skill; it demanded unwavering determination and mental fortitude.

As she reached her teenage years, Y/n faced the daunting task of convincing her parents to support her decision. Although her father understood her passion for flying, her mother, Karen, was apprehensive about the dangers that came with being a pilot. Y/n, however, was resolute in her desire, and she spent hours talking to her mother, addressing her concerns and reassuring her that she would take every precaution to stay safe.

Eventually, her parents saw the fire in her eyes and the unwavering conviction in her heart. They knew that trying to dissuade her would be futile; she was destined for the skies, and they could do nothing but support her dreams. As her father proudly pinned the Navy pilot wings on her uniform, Y/n felt a surge of joy and gratitude. She had taken her first step towards becoming Lieutenant Y/n Harris, a future ace Navy pilot.

Her journey through the Naval Academy was no less than a rollercoaster ride. The grueling training tested her physical and mental endurance, but she was determined to excel. Her fellow cadets admired her resilience and admired her dedication to the craft of flying. She was often found at the airfield long after training hours, honing her skills, and immersing herself in the world of aviation.

During her training, Y/n discovered an intriguing aspect of her personality – her ability to captivate and charm people. It wasn't that she was consciously trying to be persuasive; it was simply a part of who she was. She had an uncanny knack for connecting with people, making them feel valued, and leaving a lasting impression. This quality earned her the nickname "Python" – a reference to the serpentine charm she wielded, as well as her extraordinary skills as a pilot.

As she progressed through the ranks, Python found herself effortlessly building relationships with her peers and superiors. Her genuine interest in others and her ability to make people feel important made her a sought-after companion. Little did they know that her charm was often a calculated move to win their trust and cooperation.

During her second year at the Naval Academy, she met Lieutenant Paul Richardson, an ambitious and talented pilot. His sky-blue eyes and warm smile drew Python in, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to befriend him. As their friendship blossomed, Python subtly guided their interactions, making Paul believe that it was he who was taking the lead.

"Paul, you have such a unique way of seeing things," she would say with an enchanting smile. "I've never met anyone who understands the dynamics of aerodynamics quite like you do."

Paul blushed, flattered by her praise. "Thanks, Python. But you're pretty amazing yourself. I mean, who else can pull off those daring stunts in the sky?"

Their camaraderie grew stronger, and Paul became more and more enamored by the vivacious and captivating Python. Unbeknownst to him, every compliment, every shared laugh, and every intimate conversation were part of her carefully orchestrated plan to gain his trust.

As Python's reputation as an exceptional pilot and a charismatic presence spread, she was selected to join the prestigious Top Gun Academy, an elite group of Navy pilots renowned for their exceptional skills and aerial prowess. It was a dream come true for Python, and she knew that it was an opportunity to take her manipulation and seduction to new heights.

As she stepped foot on the Top Gun base, she felt the weight of expectations on her shoulders. The competition was fierce, and the male-dominated environment challenged her to prove herself at every turn. But Python was more than up to the task. With each flight, she wove her spell, leaving her fellow pilots captivated and intrigued by the enigmatic woman known as Python.

One day, as she stood on the tarmac, preparing for a training mission, a tall and confident figure approached her. It was Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin – a pilot with a reputation to match his callsign.

"Hello, Python," Jake said with a cocky grin. "They say you're quite the charmer."

Python returned his smile, intrigued by the challenge he presented. "They're not wrong, Hangman. But I hear you're quite the daredevil yourself."

And so, a rivalry was born, fueled by their competitive spirits and mutual fascination. Little did Jake know that he had just walked into Python's carefully crafted web of seduction.

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun imagines #jake seresin imagines #reputation series #jake seresin fic

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tendervulture · 11 months

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Watched a documentary on aircraft carriers and enamored with the though of a huge mech that turns into an aircraft carrier hosting an entire rookery of flightframes. The flightframes protect their bestie and home, and in term the aricraft carrier gives them a safe place to roost and companionship. Flightframes shooting the breeze on the top deck with their buddies, including the aircraft carrier, making sure they feel included.

Multiple generations of flightframes growing up on top of the aircraft carrier. Alternatively, an aircraft carrier inheriting their parent’s colony of seekers when their parent deactivates.

There might even a group of destroyers who travel with the aircraft carrier, forming an entire floating/flying community.

#transformers #maccadam #cybertronian #tf headcanons #seekers #aircraft carrier #tf #i speak #headcanons #mine #text post #fluff #sorry I just needed something cute #sparklings

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thatsrightice · 5 months

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THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER ROCK

Saw this video on tik tok and loved it so much. Of course I immediately knew it wasn’t an aircraft carrier, but because I’m me I did some digging on the effects of rough seas on aircraft carriers.

I remember seeing the pitching deck covered in an episode of Carrier, a PBS documentary covering life on an aircraft carrier that I refuse to shut up about. In a previous post I highlighted the effects of the pitching deck on pilots during nighttime carrier landings and just how TERRIFYING they are by adding a video from PBS Carrier episode Rite of Passage. During that episode a pilot had this to say:

Dude, all I know was I was in close and they’re like ‘a little power’ and I look down and saw the ******* back of the ship above me and I was like AHHHHHHH!!!!

But it’s dark and we can’t really see from that one video just how much it’s moving but like holy swear word tumblr won’t let me say!

And it’s crazy because to those below deck it looks a little different. Thanks to the sheer size and intricate design of aircraft carriers, there’s nothing more than a little sway to those on board.

I mean one wrong step and you’ll be hitting something hard I’m sure.

Of course there’s more to it than that. One person stated that you really just had to time when to go up ladders like when the ship falls off of a big wave you’ll kind of float up the ladder. He also had the following to say:

The North Atlantic is a bitch during winter. On the USS Kennedy 1976, in really bad weather, the seas were very rough. The ship turns into the waves, and goes up and down, no “rolling”. I watched 6 sailors, watching the TV in the berthing compartment, rise 4 feet into the air, and fall back to the Deck. no one even moved from the chairs. They were watching the recorded “Muppet Show”. A big hit back then!

Insane.

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dutchmn007 · 2 years

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Episode XXXXII:"Tech Takes Over"; Cmdr John B. Lipinski US Navy, Ret.

#youtube #usnavy #naval aviation #jet #united states navy #aircraft carrier #american legion #annapolis #human interest #documentary #documentary series #beer #booze #drinking booze

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mariacallous · 19 days

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More than two-thirds of the Russian tanks that Ukraine’s military has destroyed in recent months have been taken out using first-person-view (FPV) drones, a NATO official told Foreign Policy, an increasing sign of Kyiv’s reliance on the unpiloted aircraft as it awaits more artillery ammunition from the United States and other Western countries.

With much-needed funding and artillery rounds held up in Washington, the Ukrainian military has largely turned to FPV drones to carry out anti-tank attacks. Ukrainian troops operate the drones via a controller and are able to watch the machines’ “suicide” attacks on Russian vehicles through video feeds, which now play on a loop on Ukrainian social media channels on Telegram and other platforms.

In the third year of Russia’s full-scale invasion, FPV drones have become nearly ubiquitous on the Ukrainian battlefield. Many of them can carry 10 pounds of explosives or more, and after nearly 780 days of nonstop war, drone pilots on both sides have gotten plenty of practice.

“I used to shoot such ‘cinematic’ videos with the help of FPV-drones before the war,” Ukrainian documentary filmmaker Anton Ptushkin posted on X (formerly Twitter) last November. “Now we use FPV to defend our land.”

But for every success, there are nearly as many blooper reel-worthy incidents. These aren’t the $20 million-a-piece Predator drones that the United States uses to hunt terrorist targets in the Middle East. These are inexpensive off-the-shelf drones that go for $400. They have cheap cameras, making them more difficult to aim at night or in cloudy weather, and they often carry improvised munitions such as grenades or homebuilt bombs, which sometimes detonate midflight. Some are duds. In one video shared on Telegram, a Ukrainian FPV drone gets stuck in the front window of a Russian minivan and doesn’t explode. Others hit Russian quadcopters and tanks that have already been abandoned. “What we’re seeing probably is a fraction of what’s actually happening,” said Samuel Bendett, an advisor at CNA and a member of the think tank’s Russia studies program. “FPV drones have a short range. So even if the Ukrainians lack enough long-range artillery, they can only use a few drones up to 10 kilometers [about 6 miles] because that’s the normal range.”

Analysts tracking the Ukrainian military believe the attacks are having mixed results. Rob Lee, a senior fellow in the Foreign Policy Research Institute’s Eurasia program who last traveled to Ukraine to embed last November, said the overall accuracy of FPV drones is less than 50 percent. It’s an experienced pilot who is going to score a “kill” of a tank—and the soldiers inside—with an FPV drone, not a newbie.

Even those drones that get through Russia’s increasingly sophisticated, if unchic, countermeasures—boxes of signals equipment strapped to tanks—might not deal a fatal blow. “You usually don’t kill a tank the first few times,” Lee said. “It can take 10 or more [FPV drones] to kill a tank.”

Still, Russia has a good reason to cover up its tanks with camouflage and jamming equipment, Lee said. It is running low on armored vehicles and tanks. If Ukraine keeps attriting at this rate and Russia keeps sending in more tanks to replace the destroyed ones at the rate it has been, the Kremlin could lose its numerical edge in tanks, which could make it more difficult for the Russians to carry out offensive operations in the future.

But Russia still has more troops. “The issue is that Russia’s getting a lot of manpower,” Lee added.

The all-out use of cheap drones indicates that the Ukrainians are turning to increasingly desperate measures to improvise weapons to fight back the Russian assault, which has moved farther west into the contested areas of Donetsk. Ukraine is using a network of microphones—similar to the one you might find on your iPhone—to sense incoming targets. The microphones are good enough to classify what type of munition is coming in, what direction it’s going, and what trajectory it’s on just by using acoustics.

And with limited air defense munitions, Ukrainian troops have rigged heavy machines with sensors to shoot down most of the Iranian-made Shahed suicide drones that are overflying their positions. The NATO official, speaking anonymously based on conditions set by the alliance, said Ukraine’s hit rate against Shahed drones with simple machine guns and small caliber weapons is about 80 percent. It’s not a complete fix, though: Ukrainian officials have spent recent days urging the United States to send more Patriot air defense systems.

And the FPV drones are not a match for artillery ammunition when it comes to keeping up a high rate of fire or for creating explosive effects. They can also be more expensive. “You cannot replace a 155 [mm] shell,” one Ukrainian official said. “It’s like replacing a Kalashnikov with a small gun.” And artillery is immune to electronic warfare. It’s just a bombshell that’s flying through the air.

The rapid pace of innovation for drones has made U.S. military leaders second-guess big, expensive drone programs. The future, officials think, will be cheap and attritable.

“I don’t think we could buy a drone and say it’s going to be in our formation for the next 20 years,” U.S. Army Chief of Staff Gen. Randy George said. “We can’t do that.”

It’s not clear how effective they will be in the long term. But like improvised explosive devices in the Iraq War, cheap drones have revolutionized the battlefield—for now.

“It’s possible that any vehicle, any system, any soldier that moves on the Ukrainian battlefield right now can be seen, observed, and ultimately hit with a [unmanned aerial vehicle],” said Bendett, the CNA advisor. “There’s no such thing as just moving around uncontested anymore.”

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