#mentioned jake seresin

[witchwyfe]

kiss me more - jhs

pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader

précis - based on this

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,

word count - 671

You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.

But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.

Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.

He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.

When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.

"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.

"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."

You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.

"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.

"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.

"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.

He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.

"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."

Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms. 

"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?" 

"You nod against his neck."

"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."

"Thank you, Jakey."

He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.

When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.

"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.

"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.

In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.

You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.

"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.

"Not good."

He chuckles. “Yeah I figured.” He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers. 

“Thank you.” You say pathetically. 

“You’re cute when you’re drunk, ya know that?” He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “And when you’re hungover…and sober.”

“Stop!” You whine. “You’re not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.”

“Sorry darlin'.”

You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.

You’re fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck. 

“What’s that?” You wonder, thumbing at the stain.

His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. “Shoot, I must’ve missed a spot.”

“From what?”

“Why don’t you get your phone, sweet girl?” He runs a hand over the back of your head. 

Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app. 

A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jake’s, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.

“Whoops.”

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[agreatandhonorablesoldier]

incorrect quotes 13/? Daggers edition

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #*Incorrect Quotes #*My Gifs #Yes the judge mentioned in Mav's is Ice. Do with that what you will #Source for this prompt in the comments

[daggerspared]

jakes about an hour late to the latest iceman-maverick (icemav for short, as phoenix has coined) barbecue, so he’s just passing through the kitchen, not even thinking as he tosses out an easy “hey pops,” to the hosts on his way towards the doors to the backyard.

two voices call back in response. “hey kid.” “good to see you jake.”

he feels the pause. his hand hovers uncertainly over the door handle. slowly, he turns.

iceman and maverick, happily married couple, have suspended all kitchenly duties to glare at each other. “he was talking to me.”

“no, he was talking to me.”

“everyone calls me pops,” ice says, eyes narrowed. “bradley calls me pops. mickey calls me pops. even cyclone called me pops that one time that was embarrassing for all of us.”

maverick waves a hand at ice, the hand also wielding a knife he was using to chop watermelon. “yeah, but jake calls me pops. he called me pops before he knew you. that gives me pops rights.”

jakes debating just slipping out the door when they both turn towards him. in unison like good wingmen.

“jake, buddy, sport, slugger, who were you talking to?”

he offers a shrug. “uh, both of you, i guess.” it’s the truth, he wasn’t thinking too hard about it, his mind focused on getting to the backyard where he has it on good authority that his loving boyfriend is sweaty and shirtless and waiting for someone to share his lawn chair with.

ice purses his lips. “that won’t do.”

“we can’t both be pops,” maverick agrees. “that’s ridiculous.”

“right,” jake says, “that’s what’s ridiculous about this.”

“a challenge then,” ice forges on, ignoring him. “to determine who’s the better pops.”

solemn as their air boss, maverick sticks his hand out (sans knife) to shake on it. in some funhouse mirror reflection of that one photograph that seems to be everywhere, ice clasps his hand back.

and jake is somewhere between laughing, running, and bursting into tears. because no sane person has ever had this argument before and certainly not over him. nobody’s ever fought to be jake seresin’s pops before.

no one except these two ridiculous, crazy old men.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #hangster mentioned #again its the mavdad and icepops of it all im sorry #will i ever stop writing about jake seresins daddy issues probably not #they Would get competitive about something like this they would get competitive about anything given the chance #theyve never had this problem jake is the only one whos turned away the pun of icepops to call maverick pops #and maverick is clutching on to that with both of his gremlin hands #blu posts

[bo0tleg]

Despite being head over heels in love with Ice and Mav's dynamic in the original Top Gun, the same dynamic in Top Gun Maverick with Rooster and Hangman never worked for me. This is my attempt at voicing why:

DISCLAIMER: This was not created with the intention to offend anybody who ships Hangster/Sereshaw. It is simply my understanding of their relationship, and why it doesn't appeal to me. Opinions are like the butthole, everybody has their own. By all means, continue shipping them if you want to, this is only for fun.

Hangman and Rooster's entire relationship is based on resentment.

Unlike Mav and Ice, they have history. There's something from the past that lingers in all of their interactions, poisoning all of their words and actions.

Hangman is frustrated with Rooster, all the time. Of course, he banters with everyone, Phoenix about her gender, Bob about his callsign, but those are more 5th Grader Playground insults than anything. It's different with Rooster, and not in a good way.

When it comes to Rooster, Hangman goes straight to insult his character. He doubts his judgement, insults his way of being and flying, prods about how he needs to change if he wants to fly the mission.

With Ice, he was criticizing Maverick, not insulting him. Hangman is both criticizing AND insulting Rooster because he perceives him in a less that ideal light.

Hangman doesn't understand why Rooster flies the way that he does, and doesn't try to either. He just sees it as wrong and doesn't think twice about it. He goes straight to insulting him because he thinks that it's wrong, and that it's something about Rooster that needs to be fixed.

And Rooster is constantly exasperated because of it. Hangman prods, and jabs, and insults Rooster, but it never works. The more Hangman pokes, the more Rooster closes up, frustrated. He gets angry, pissed and becomes much LESS inclined to listen to anything Hangman is saying.

Rooster doesn't work well under pressure. And that's the only way Hangman operates.

Throughout the movie, Rooster doesn't listen to Hangman once. He might've been right about Rooster being too slow, but it only fell on deaf ears (not to say that he was right to bring up Goose's death, he was defo wrong about that one). All it causes is strife, to the point where Rooster almost punches Hangman because of how infuriating he was to him.

The entire movie, Hangman provoked Rooster to get him to stop being the way he is, because he sees it as a flaw of character. And it doesn't work.

Rooster only drops his need for playing it safe when Maverick tells him to 'Not think, just do'. Because Mav only gave him a push in the right direction, not throw in his face all of his flaws.

(Side note: This is also the reason Rooster doesn't listen to Mav in their argument, because he thinks Maverick was insulting his way of being by saying he wasn't ready. On the mission, by selecting Rooster as his wingman, he recognizes that he is ready, and that he trusts him with his life. Making him more inclined to listen to Mav once in the canyon.)

A relationship where one person is constantly frustrated by the other and the other is constantly exasperated by the former doesn't work.

Because that's how they are, and that's how they function, and it isn't going to change.

Rooster isn't going to stop frustrating Hangman because that's how he works, and Hangman isn't going to stop making Rooster exasperated because he doesn't know how else to voice his feelings.

I can see where the ship comes from, because obviously. Their homoerotic tension could be seen from space. I totally believe that they might have had a fling in the past that ended badly, and that they possibly could have hooked up at some point in the movie in the 'Hate Sex' vein of things. I just don't think it'd be anything beyond that.

They wouldn't work in the long haul, is what I'm trying to say.

They're too similar, and too different at the same time.

They're both hothead stubborn motherfuckers that couldn't come to an agreement if they tried.

And you might show me the scene where Hangman is happy about Dagger 2 hitting the target, and him being absolutely devastated when the same hornet is shot down. I recognize it, it demonstrates care. Hangman cares.

Thing is, that doesn't change anything that I said prior to that.

It's possible to resent, despise, be bitter towards and irritated by someone and still care about them. It's possible to hate them and still care. Hate them, and feel like you don't hate them all the time. Human emotion is a funny thing like that, nothing is ever black and white, always varying shades of gray.

Just because they hate each other (and yes, that is the reading I have on them, doesn't stop them from being horny fuckers about each other tho) doesn't mean they want the other dead.

I believe it's similar to the sentiment of "I hope you get everything you ever wished for, and that I never hear a word about it". Similar, but not the same, in a way I do not know how to describe. Thus, I used that to give the same vibe.

I can't see any future for them, in any shape or form. They hold too many grudges against each other, and both of them have a tendency of holding on to old (bad) feelings far too strongly. Even if they work through whatever problems they have now, new ones would emerge and they would go through the same process again and again and again.

That isn't healthy nor stable. It's not what either of them should strive for in a relationship. With that, I'd probably say that both of them need stable people that hold logic to high regard, and that are easy going (I say that in general terms, with no one specific in mind for either of them).

All that being said, this is my opinion. This is how I view them, and understand their relationship. They don't work for me because I see no logical way they could.

If they work for you, that's great! Enjoy the air gays 2.0 to your hearts contentment, I'm happy for you.

This was just a fun analysis of my vision, with no intention to diminish anyone who might enjoy them.

#top gun #top gun maverick #tg:m #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun hangman #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster x hangman #sereshaw #hangster #icemav #only a lil mentioned icemav #idk if i should tag any of the ship names #im scared to post this #Im probably gonna get roasted for this #But oh well

[the-ace-with-spades]

A High School AU where Jake and Bradley meet during freshman year and get into a fight straight away. So when Mav picks up Bradley from the principal's office, he instantly starts hating that Seresin boy that has a such bad influence on his Baby Goose. And Bradley keeping on complaining about Jake every time they interact at school doesn't help and in Mav's head, Jake's become the devil reincarnated. That Seresin boy.

(Meanwhile, every time Bradley complains at the dinner table about that smug bastard, Ice is having a deja vu moment)

The problem is, Bradley quickly becomes the star baseball player and Jake is the football MVP so they start hanging around similar circles of people. And by the time they're juniors, they kind of start to talk. And then hang out. And then they kind of start liking each other. And then Jake asks Bradley out and they start dating.

Bradley doesn't tell them at first, that Jake and he started dating - he knows they'll be okay with it - but he brings Jake to dinner one evening, so they could meet. It goes completely not like he thought it'd.

Mav still does not like Jake, no matter how charming Jake tries to be. And Jake doesn't know what to do because he's never had to deal with so much passive-aggressiveness. They finish dinner and try to go to Bradley's room and Mav starts saying something about how it's getting late and would you like a ride home Seresin? and he makes Jake leave and drives him home in silence. Literally doesn't say a thing.

Since Jake has, like, four siblings and his grandparents living under one roof and there's no privacy in his house, they keep on meeting at Bradley's when Mav is still at work (Ice might or might not know that the Seresin boy is in Bradley's room whenever he's working from home even if he pretends otherwise...). And then comes a time when Mav takes his annual leave and he's home all the time for two weeks.

They're teenagers. They can't stay apart for two weeks.

So Jake, one day when Bradley is sulking in his room after school, sneaks up using the tree that's near Bradley's window.

And it's exciting because they're sneaking around, Jake's taken the time to come see him and it's the thrill or maybe just hormones, but they start kissing and Jake's taking off his t-shirt and it's all just so fun--

And then Mav walks in, asking what kind of pizza Bradley wants for dinner. Sees them there, on Bradley's bed, half naked, with Jake's hands in Bradley's sweatpants and just freezes there in the door.

They scatter, Jake puts on his t-shirt in a record time and Bradley just kind of sits there for a minute, not knowing what to do because nothing like this has ever happened.

And Mav, with a completely blank face, asks, "Bradley, can I see you in Ice's office?"

Bradley leaves his bedroom telling Jake not to panic and how Mav is pretty chill usually, and meanwhile, Jake contemplates running out the window.

#Mav in Chris Argent's voice: THAT SERESIN BOY?! #meanwhile Ice makes Jake some melissa tea downstairs #hangster #icemav mention?? #mavdad makes an appearance #tgm #idk ok? #can you tell im rewatching teen wolf #op #charlie writes

[janicho88]

I Got You Masterlist

When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with.  It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago.  The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her

Series Warnings- Abusive boyfriend, injuries, hospital. Idiots in love. Other warnings will be listed in individual chapters

The first few chapters of this series start out a bit heavy, but I do promise it will move past that . This story is still being written, and maybe a little slower to upload

Taglist is open

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

TBD

#top gun maverick #jake seresin #hangman x female!reader #tw dv mention #tw injury #tw abuse

[pollyna]

Mav doesn't have a favourite "sleeping position", doesn't matter how many times Hangman insists on asking who's the big spoon between them. The only thing that matters is Ice being there with him because that's too the only way he's going to be able to really sleep.

(Also, he's a lie who lies because Mav has a favourite "sleeping position," but that's a secret between him, his husband, and no one else.)

#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #jake hangman seresin (mentioned) #to the day i will be able to sleep next to someone and develop a favourite position to sleep: 🥂 #top gun: maverick #otp: things get old our love is gold

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Livewire (Part 1)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader, Reader is Hangman's Ex

Word Count: 2794

TW: Fluff, First Meetings, Best Friend with an Ex, Flirting, Mentions of Cheating, Explicit Language

Note: Thank you to the anon who requested "Rooster takes a liking to Hangman's Ex" 💖

Part 1, Part 2 (coming soon!)

Top Gun Masterlist

From the moment Rooster stepped into the bar, he was second-guessing his decision to come back. Phoenix had given him a warm welcome (before jabbing him harshly with a pool cue) and there were some nice enough new guys he had just been introduced to. However, before he could even grab his first beer, Hangman was already all over him with subtle jabs and sarcastic comments. Rooster couldn’t deny the man was an excellent pilot, but he was also a selfish, narcissistic, jackass who got on his nerves more than anyone else he had ever met.

And this opinion was only reinforced when Hangman looked down his nose at the rest of the cadets and asked, “Who’s gonna be team leader? And which one of ya’ll has what it takes to follow me?”

Rooster opened his mouth to make a comeback when another voice sounded from over his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jake. Last time I let you lead we almost ended up under arrest for flying in restricted airspace. Think you can do better this time?”

All eyes turned as another cadet strolled up to the group. Rooster didn’t recognize you but there was something about the way you carried yourself that made him take notice. Though not as intimidating looking as most of the guys in the room, you stood as if you owned the space and dared anyone to try and take it from you. But while that attitude seemed egotistical or arrogant on someone like Hangman, your half-smile and the gleam in your eyes teased a more playful side to you as well. Rooster sat up straighter in his seat, instantly intrigued.  

However, he wasn’t the only one taking interest in you. Hangman’s eyes grew wide and a stunned smile spread across his face. “No fucking way. Livewire? Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He dropped the pool cue onto the table and immediately scooped you into his arms. You squealed and laughed as he spun you around.

Fanboy nudged Payback as he muttered, “Dude, Livewire’s here? I thought she was on some top-secret mission overseas?”

Rooster leaned in so you and Hangman wouldn’t overhear as the two of you caught up. “Who is she?”

“She was the top of the class our year. Apparently, she and Hangman used to be a thing a few years before that. Since our class was the one directly after your guys’, he was brought up a few times and she sort of mentioned their past. Seems they were pretty serious at one point.”

Rooster looked over at you and Hangman, his arms still around your waist as you rested your hand on his chest. “And now?”

Both Fanboy and Payback just shrugged, and Rooster sighed. Anyone who would date Hangman probably wasn’t someone he was going to get along with. Any excitement he had felt when he first laid eyes on you quickly faded. It seemed as if you were going to be just one more person for him to butt heads with.

However, as the evening passed, he noticed you weren’t like Hangman at all. You reconnected with Fanboy and Payback as the three of you swapped stories of your time at Top Gun together. You chatted excitedly to Bob about his position at the Naval Air Station in Lemore and how he felt about being here. You and Phoenix had a hushed conversation that involved a lot of pointing and laughing at the male cadets. And when Rooster had settled down at the piano to play “Great Balls of Fire”, you were right next to him belting out the song at the top of your lungs.

Yet, it still came as a surprise when you came over to him towards the end of the night and smiled brightly as you said, “So, mister piano man. You’re the infamous Rooster, huh? Jake’s mentioned you before.”

Rooster gave you a tightlipped smile. “All good things I hope.”

“I wouldn’t say that. But I know how he gets so I’m not putting too much stock into it.” You laughed softly. “Besides, I’ve also heard about you from other people, and from what they say about your skills in a plane, I think it was just his jealousy talking. I can’t wait to see what you can do up there with my own eyes.” You smiled as you trailed your hand down his arm. “I’m gonna go grab another beer. Do you want one?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks.”

You winked at him. “Be right back.”

Rooster watched as you headed to the bar, leaning across it to get the bartender’s attention. He had expected you to be just as belittling and stuck up as your ex, yet not only were you being kind and supportive to everyone here, but you were admitting you recognized Hangman’s flaws instead of supporting them. Maybe you weren’t the person he thought you were.

When you returned, you handed him his beer and settled into the seat next to him. For a moment, the two of you just sipped your drinks in silence until Rooster finally cleared his throat. “So…. you and Hangman, huh?”

You shook your head with a soft chuckle. “I guess word travels fast around here. Yeah, we were together, but it was a long time ago. We met back when we were both at the Naval Academy and we started dating. But once we graduated, it only lasted a few months. Now we’re just really close friends.”

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You shrugged. “Everything was fine while we were physically together at the academy but as soon as we got separate assignments far away from each other, things sort of fell apart. I thought he was cheating on me, and he thought I was cheating on him. So, in the end, we just broke up. It was insanely messy. But about a year after that, we ran into each other at a Naval banquet, talked things out, and we’ve been close friends again ever since.”

“Wow, I’m sorry he didn’t trust you.”

You laughed. “Oh no, neither one of us should have trusted the other. We were both sleeping with a lot of different people.”

“What? Really?” Rooster stared at you in surprise, both at the fact you were a serial cheater and the fact that you would so freely admit that to someone you had just met.

You shrugged again. “We were both in our early twenties, traveling all over the world, meeting new people all the time and we were never in the same location together. Plus, we thought we were pretty hot shit back then.” You glanced over at Hangman and chuckled. “Well, Jake still thinks that.”

“And you don’t?”

“Nah. I got knocked down a few pegs when I was trying to show off on a mission. I almost got shot down and that would have compromised everything. Luckily, my wingman was able to cover my ass and he completed the mission for me. After that, it kind of sobered me up and I straightened out. That’s when I got into Top Gun originally and the rest is history. But I still have a wild streak every once and a while in case you were wondering.” You winked at Rooster as you took a sip of your beer, and he couldn’t hide the smile that spread across his face.

It seemed as if he might have judged you too quickly based on your relationship with Hangman. You weren’t like him at all. In fact, there was just something about you that was unlike anyone else Rooster had ever met. You were confident yet not cocky. Snarky yet not cruel. Intelligent yet not belittling. You were a mess of contradictions, and Rooster needed to figure them all out.

But before he could ask you another question, a voice cut him off. “Bradshaw! Are you flirting with my number one girl over here?” Hangman appeared at your side and threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in close to him.

You rolled your eyes and shoved him away playfully. “Oh, come on, Jakey. Calm down. We’re just talking. Don’t get jealous.”

“Jealous? Of Rooster here? I doubt it. Besides, I wouldn’t hold your breath with him. By the time he works up the courage to make a move, we’ll all be old and retired. Rooster has a tendency of waiting for the right moment even though it never comes.” Hangman narrowed his eyes slightly with a smirk.

But it quickly faded as you smacked his arm. “Well, who says I need him to make the first move? Or are you forgetting I’m the one who kissed you first? Besides, maybe I need someone a little more cautious and less reckless in my life.” You smiled at Rooster, but Hangman wasn’t letting it go.

He scoffed, “He couldn’t handle you. There’s a reason they call you Livewire.”

“Yeah, and there’s a reason they call you Hangman. So, drop it, Jake. You don’t have a say in what I do with my life anymore or who I become friends with.”

Hangman opened his mouth to respond, but Rooster cut him off. “Listen, I don’t need to be in the middle of whatever this is between you two. I just came here to relax, meet up with some old friends, and grab a drink before things start getting intense in the next few weeks. But since that doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anymore, I’m just going to head back to base. See you tomorrow.”

Rooster downed the rest of his beer in a single gulp then turned and walked out the bar, ignoring the arguing he heard coming from behind him.

However, he was only to the side of the building when he heard you calling after him. “Hey, Rooster! Wait up!”

Reluctantly, he stopped walking as you hurried to catch up to him. “Hey.”

“Thanks for waiting. Listen, I know there’s already some tension or animosity between you and Jake and I totally get that. Jake can be…. a lot. Well, more accurately, he can be an asshole.” You rolled your eyes. “But I’ll talk to him and get him to back off some. He’s just being a little protective over me because we still care about each other, and he just really doesn’t like you. However, from what I’ve seen tonight, you seem like a great guy. I just don’t want my friendship with Jake to sour the chance for us to get to know each other a little better.”

Rooster nodded softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, I wouldn’t want that. I like what I’ve seen of you so far too.”

You grinned, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes. Gesturing down to your outfit, you said, “If this is impressing you, just wait until I’m out of uniform. You ain’t seen nothing yet….. but I have a feeling you might soon. Goodnight.” You winked at him and slowly backed away, leaving Rooster standing there stunned and not quite sure what had just happened.

But as he stood there trying to figure it out, he realized he never paid you for the beers. Quickly hurrying after you, he skidded to a stop as he heard familiar voices coming from just around the corner.

“Hey, we need to talk.”

“Hey, Jake, what’s up? Is something wrong?” you asked.

Rooster carefully peeked his head around the side of the building to see you and Hangman standing close together at the edge of the parking lot. Hangman reached out and took your hand. “We need to talk about us. Now that we’re gonna be here together for the next month, maybe we could try working something out. Maybe this time-”

However, you cut him off with a sad sigh as you pulled your hand away. “Jake, just stop, okay? We both know that’s not gonna work. I love you and I will always love you. But…. I don’t think I can ever be in love with you again. And if you’re honest with yourself, I don’t think that’s really what you want anyway. You like the idea of us together, but the reality is so much different than the thought. We just don’t work as a couple. When we tried it again last year, we almost ruined everything we had built between us and I don’t want that to happen again. You were too jealous, I was too controlling, and it’s all because neither one of us really trusts each other after what happened the first time. We need to just be friends, best friends, but nothing more.”

“I know.” Hangman stared down at the ground, his hands shoved in his pockets. “You’re right. I do love you, but not in that way. Not anymore. I think I’m just afraid of losing what we have if you find someone else. And I do want you to be happy, really I do. But do you seriously have to go out with Rooster of all people?” Rooster’s head snapped to attention. Since when was that decided?

You must have had a similar thought as your brow scrunched in confusion. “Who said anything about going out with him? We just met tonight and all we did was talk. You were the one who brought up him making a move!”

“Yeah, but you like him, I can tell.”

Now it was your turn to look shyly down at the ground. “I mean, it wasn’t a long conversation or anything, but yeah, I do. He seems to know who he is, and he owns it. I like that. And I know you two have your differences or whatever, but if something were to happen between us, I’m not going to not see him because of that. I respect your opinion, Jake, but if I didn’t date any guy you had friction with, I might as well join a nunnery.”

“I’m not that bad!” Your ex scoffed.

“Of all the people here, the only people you like are me and Coyote. That’s it. And I heard you tell Coyote that he better not try anything with me. So, who does that leave me with?”

“Fine. I get your point. I’ll try to behave.”

You grabbed his chin between your fingers and squeezed it playfully before planting a kiss on his cheek. “That’s all I ask.”

Hangman sighed dejectedly. “But could you at least not try rubbing it in my face. I don’t need to see you guys making out or whatever in front of me all the time.”

“Oh, come on, Jakey! Don’t spoil all my fun! I was planning on sneaking in tonight and making out with Rooster on your bed. Then having sex with him in the cockpit of your plane in the morning.” Rooster knew you were joking, but he still felt his face grow red as he shifted, flustered at the mental image you had just created in his head.

 Hangman pretended to gag. “Ugh! Don’t even make me think about that! Just…. don’t do that and I’ll deal with whatever else you want to do.”

You smiled and placed another soft kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, Jake. And I know seeing me possibly with someone else can be tough, so I will try my best not to flaunt anything that might end up happening between me and anyone else.”

“Thanks,” Hangman grumbled softly. Then he dug his keys out of his pocket and said, “It’s late and we have an early morning tomorrow. We should both probably get some sleep.”

“Good idea.” You took his hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “It’s good to see you in person again, and I’m glad we’re able to go through this together, whatever this mission is.”

Hangman smiled. “Yeah, I’m glad too. But watch your back because that team leader spot is mine!”

“We’ll just have to see about that,” you chuckled. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“’Nite, Livewire.”

Rooster stared at your back as you watched Hangman disappear into the darkness. Then, without turning around, you called out, “So, now that we have his blessing, what do you think, Rooster? Dinner tomorrow night after our training? Just the two of us?”

Rooster froze as he realized you must have known he had been here the whole-time listening in. But you were still asking him to dinner so that was a good sign… he guessed. In a hesitant, yet excited voice, he said, “Yeah. I would really like that.”

And though you still didn’t turn to face him as you started to walk away, Rooster could hear the smile in your voice as you said, “Good. It’s a date.”

I might do a Part 2 for this if there is interest. So, let me know! 🥰

Taglist: @valoraxx, @m3laniehearts, @autumnleaves1991-blog, @rule107, @vintageleather, @impossiblebagelcowboyfreak, @slutforadambanks

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[themissingmango]

Chef Jake Seresin!

#my art #top gun fanart #top gun fandom #top gun maverick #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #chef Seresin #thanks for the discord for mentioning this as an idea because clearly my brain liked it #tgm fanart

[growup-thatbeautiful]

Pretty Girl | 4. last goodbye

1. pretty girl. | 2. lover, you should’ve come over | 3. been on my mind | 4. last goodbye | 5. hold my hand

warnings: cursing, discussions of an ed (if that’s not something you want to read, you can skip this chapter and read the next one!)

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enews Do we see some drama raining on the new couple's parade? After they publically announced their relationship, Y/n Y/l/n"s ex Davey George was interviewed with Vouge and cast some light on the previously dark recent breakup scandal. Here are some of the highlights we collected for you.

About their relationship: "She was distant throughout the relationship. Call it prioritizing her career, but it just felt like I was a second thought. Which, you know, is funny, considering how it felt like I was the one doing her a favor by going out with her in the first place. I mean, she was a mess when we first got together. Crying all the time, shit like that. It felt like she couldn't be real around me because of how much she was upset about a breakup that I got the impression she didn't even care about... It was one guy after the other, for her, with a few girls mixed in, and I can see why nothing ever stuck. Good luck to Seresin, though."

About the breakup: "Things got bad, quick. One day, she was cuddling with me and watching movies, the next she can't stand to see me and is fucking around with some guy behind my back...I should've expected it from someone like her. All I did was take care of her, and she tossed me aside. Literally. She threw my shit out the window, changed the locks, the whole nine yards. Wouldn't even listen when I tried to explain myself."

About the recent announcement: "Shit, man, I can't say I'm surprised. She ran out of guys not in her friend group to fuck. All I can say is that Bradshaw and Machado better watch the fuck out. Even her best friend's man isn't out of the picture...It won't last long, though. Her shit'll get in the way like it always does. First, she'll stop being fun, then she'll stop eating. All the crap you'd expect from a model, right?"

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jakeyswiffe this is absolutely horrible

daveyyyy i knew there was some reason he was so upset, what a bitch

y/nsgirl anyone else smell bs?

bradbradbob she better stay away from bradley

-> natasha_pho for reallll

seresinhangman did he really say all of this?? i knew he was a shitty person

models_uno she sounds horrible omg

y/nhubby damn this is so disappointing to hear, stay safe out there guys

jakeeee_s okay but anyone else upset that he talked about her ed like that??

-> callieslove definitely

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Messages

you: i didn’t cheat on him

jakey: baby

you: i didn’t do it i swear

you: i don’t want you to think i would do something like that

jakey: i know you didn’t

jakey: he’s a goddamn liar

jakey: and that’s not what i’m worried about

you: what are you worried about?

you: i mean i’m dedicated to my job but it won’t get in the way or anything

jakey: i’m not worried about that either

you: ??

jakey: honey

jakey: have you eaten today?

you: yes

jakey: i’m gonna ask again

jakey: have you eaten today?

you: i said yes

you: is this about what davey said?

jakey: is it true?

you: some of it

you: i’m better than i used to be

jakey: okay

jakey: why didn’t you tell me?

you: it’s not that easy

you: and i didn’t think it was important

jakey: how could this not be important

you: i don’t my ed to be the thing that defines me

you: i already have enough labels, i didn’t need any more

jakey: that has nothing to do with us though

jakey: it’s not like i would tell anyone

you: you would look at me different

you: everyone does when they find out

jakey: i don’t see you any different

jakey: i’m not like all of your shitty exes

you: really?

you: that’s what you want to bring up?

jakey: i didn’t mean it like that and you know it

you: sure

jakey: i’m just saying that i’m different from them

jakey: i care about you and i don’t want to see you get hurt

you: oh, haven’t you heard?

you: apparently i’m going to be the one to hurt you and throw you out of my apartment

jakey: come on

jakey: don’t be like that

you: i’m not being like anything

you: i’m going to sleep

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Messages

you: are you busy?

tash: not particularly

you: i need a tasha hug

tash: babe you’re in new york

tash: but i can get a plane ticket

you: not if you have anything important

tash: come on

tash: you’re more important than anything else

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You put down your phone and curl up further into the mess of blankets and pillows that you’ve scattered around your bed. Even thought it’s night, the city noise is still going strong outside, but you’re high up enough for it to be a distant, pleasant hum other than it’s actual chaotic bustle. It’s one of the perks of having enough money to buy yourself an apartment as high as you want.

Your PR manager told you to lay low for a while, not because you did anything wrong, but because it would give her time to figure out a way to take this into your hands. You can’t complain; you’re not sure you would be up for doing much right now.

It’s not like this was anything unexpected. Eventually- because Davey never could stand not having attention- someone was going to say something about you. You’ve finally come to accept that, in your line of work, you don’t really have room for secrets.

But right now, it feels so overwhelming. You’ve had exes share details about you before (the whole world knows that you hide in closets at parties when you want alone time), but it’s never been anything as…personal.

And then there’s Jake. The conversation you had earlier with him didn’t exactly go as you wanted it to, and now, for the first time in weeks, he’s in San Diego while you’re in New York. It had been pre-planned for you to go back to your apartment for a while and for him to get enough space in his house for you to move in some of your stuff, but the timing feels abrupt. You have your first fight and you can’t even look him in the eye. You can’t make up with a few words and a kiss, and he can’t sweep you off your feet in a bear-like hug.

You could break first and ask him to come to New York. But after some of the things he said, you’re not sure if you want to be that person. For your whole career, you’ve been positioned as a girl who chases after the guy until he’s too boring. With Jake, it hadn’t been like that. It had been a whirlwind, and you undeniably wanted him just as much as he wanted you, but it had also been easy.

It’s always been true that no matter how mad at Jake you are, you still want him by your side. But do you still want him by your side if he doesn’t trust you? If he thinks you’re keeping secrets from him based on one interview, how can something long-term possibly last? If he can’t be supportive when you need him to be, then how can you stay with him?

You’re not embarrassed or ashamed of your history with food. It’s something you’ve been struggling with for years, and you can proudly say that you’re much better now than you used to be. But that doesn’t meant that you haven’t had setbacks. While you were dating Davey, there was a particularly hard shoot. Your body, which you’re used to being on display, hadn’t looked how you wanted it to look, especially compared to the other women you worked with. Against them, you didn’t feel like you deserved to be on the cover of any magazine.

So you’d skipped meals. It didn’t start intentionally. It was hardest on lazy days when you didn’t have anything planned. It was so easy to tell yourself that you didn’t need food, and Davey wasn’t around enough to notice or help you. It was a hard time, but, with help from Natasha, you’d gotten yourself out of the situation. Part of that meant getting rid of Davey, which turned out exactly how you thought it would: with him telling the world about all your flaws.

Tossing and turning throughout most of the night, you end up falling asleep with Jake’s hoodie underneath your head.

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y/n.username i’m so so proud and humbled to have been included in this project. taylor, thank you for choosing me to be a part of your beautiful, tragic vision. it came at just the right time for me. all too well (10 minute version) (taylor’s version) the short film out now. 🧣 good luck, babes.

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y/n.fan what did he do to her 😭

roo_bradshaw so proud of you ♥️

taylorswift Working with your was a dream ♥️

-> natashasgirll uhh new moms just dropped?

tasha.trace i love you!!

tasha.trace i’m gonna cry i adore you

bob.bob.floyd this is amazing! you’re unstoppable

the_real_taytay IM SCREAMIMG AHHHH

halo_cal_bass my god i love you but why would you make me watch that i’m sobbing

penny.benny Way to go!

jakeyswifee she doesn’t post anything for a month then drops this, love a chaos queen

-> tasha.trace i support all of her chaos

maverick.mitchell You’ve now convinced me: you can do anything.

model_y/n oh you can tell that she’s not acting in some scenes

model_y/n don’t let jake see this

swiftietaylor the combo i didn’t know i needed

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Messages

javy: hey

javy: i’m proud of you!

you: thanks :))

javy: he really misses you, you know

javy: i know he was an idiot

javy: and that probably hasn’t changed

javy: but he’s a mess

javy: and he’s sorry for whatever he did

you: he didn’t tell you?

javy: he wouldn’t say a thing

you: did he ask you to say this?

javy: he’s too proud to do that

javy: as his best friend, i know when he’s suffering and when he’s too stubborn to admit he was wrong

javy: right now he’s both

you: right

you: thanks for telling me

javy: at least let him know you’re okay

javy: are you okay?

you: i am

you: i do miss jake though

javy: tell him that

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It’s been a month. A month of throwing yourself into your work and trying to pretend that whatever was happening with Jake, wasn’t happening. You thought that the fight would blow over. He would apologize, or you would make him apologize, and you would be back to spending your days staring into his ocean eyes.

But every-time you thought about reaching out, you could never convince yourself to actually reach out and accept his hand. He’s tried to talk to you, through text messages and missed calls, but you’ve stayed strong.

Then you got the opportunity of a lifetime to work with Taylor on a short film, and that was the distraction you needed to clear the anger and the fog of grief from out of your mind. Being in such an emotional, raw project allowed you to feel your own emotions as well as dip into your character’s. Tasha’s been with you the whole time, sometimes physically and sometimes virtually when she had to work. Callie’s been there too; she even made a girls trip up to New York despite being in the middle of a directing project. If any of the other Mav’s have felt awkward talking to you, they haven’t shown it. The only difference has been the lack of Jake.

Now, you’re starting to doubt if it’s worth it to keep up the lack of communication. Jake’s been part of your life for so long, and you miss him. You kind of wish there was something deeper behind it, but it’s really that simple: you miss Jake. More often than not you find yourself asking the question is it really worth it to miss him when you could try and sort out the misunderstanding?

If Javy’s telling the truth and Jake really is a mess, like you are, then maybe it’s time to reach out. Surely you can sort this out, right? You can explain your side like an adult, and Jake can tell you his.

You still think- no, you know, that he was wrong to say what he said. But part of you recognizes now that he had been hurting just like you had. Now that the drama has died down, you find yourself wanting Jake to come back, mistakes and all.

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you: hey

you: do you want to talk?

jakey: i would love to

jakey: call me?

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A/n: how’s everyone feeling? lots of big emotions here lol

taglist lovelies: @rosiahills22 @fangirlvibez @djs8891 @shanimallina87 @abaker74

#pretty girl #tw ed recovery #tw ed discussion #ed discussion #tw: ed mention #jake seresin fanfic #jake hangman x y/n #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake hangman fic #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #tgm #top gun

[oh-surprise-its-me]

This is fully inspired by @aki-draws-things saying Chris is Icarus in a story David makes up ( Ron is the sun he’s in love with. I took it one step farther and made Tom the moon.)

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When Chris first got the urge to fly David said his wings would melt. It was too dangerous. The sun would hurt him even if he didn’t mean to. Chris knows he still has to try.

Chris falls. The sun catches him though. He’s set back on the ground.

He watches that night as the sun sets. The moon comes up and he waves. The moon has comforted him every late night he’s ever had. Been there for everything. It practically twinkles at him.

Chris keeps making plans.

One day he meets a man named Tom. He’s gorgeous, Chris ends up loving him but he can’t help but think of the sun and the moon still.

Tom always leaves at night, says he has things to take care of. Chris could be concerned if Tom wasn’t so dedicated to loving him.

During the night one day he finds man in the woods looking like he crashed there. His skin is hot to the touch. Chris brings him home to heal him. He stays up most of the night talking with the man called Ron. Right before morning Ron says he has to leave. He’ll be back soon though. Chris watches him go. He can’t wait to tell Tom about him.

Tom is excited, he tells Chris that if he wants he’s welcome to love Ron during the night, Tom has him during the day.

Chris wakes one day to the sky being covered, it’s what some would call a dark day. Chris in talking to some of the people in the village knows it’s just when the sun is covered by the moon.

Suddenly Tom and Ron are in front of him. He gasps. They grab him. He holds onto them both. He’s never seen them together but they have talked about each other before.

“What are you doing here?”

Tom brushes a kiss across Chris’s cheek. “Sunny here wanted to see you today. We decided to make a deal with the clouds. We can see you at the same time those days.”

Chris blinks, that’s insane. “You’re saying that you’re the sun and the moon.”

Ron nods. He brushes a hand down Chris’s arm, “are you disappointed?” Chris has never shaken his head faster. “I’ve been in love with you two since I was a child. Dreamed of the day I’d be able to see you in person.”

They smile at him. It’s overwhelming to be looked at with such love.

“Join us? Become the eclipse? Become the thing that brings us together. Live in our house.”

Chris grabs them into a hug, “how could I say anything but yes.” He runs that day to tell David. He’s so happy for him.

David who’s found his own love in the underworld, a dark man but a dedicated to his love of David.

Chris packs his few things that night and leaves with them. He lives in their mansion, it’s a gorgeous combination of their personalities. Chris eventually becomes immortal and joins them for eternity. David sends them a small god one day. A child. That someone threw down into the underworld.

They protect the child. Watch him grow until he’s his own god. Watch him fall in love with Hermes, Javy has always been a wonderful person. He’s a young god himself.

They keep doing their jobs. Chris pulls them together a few times a year. The humans eventually declare it a celebration. Chris agrees wholeheartedly that it should be celebration. He loves his gods. Wouldn’t change a thing.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #greek myth au #tom x ron x chris #tom kazansky x ron kerner #chris seresin x tom iceman kazansky #ron x chris x tom #mentioned jake seresin #olympic gods au #mac writes top gun

[callsign-daydream]

It's Just a Costume - TGM

Summary: Amelia's throwing a Halloween party, and all the Daggers are invited. Jake decides he and Hallie are going in together on a costume--just as friends! Yet he might find he regrets his decision...

Warnings/Content: Starred out swearing, suggestive jokes, dumb fluff, denial of feelings, just silliness, OC included (about her here), Hangman x OC, mention of big bro Rooster to Amelia aka Birdfam

Word Count: 992

A/N: Surprise! I wrote a random short and barely edited it, but it was super fun to write, and I hope it's fun to read. Enjoy, and have a safe halloween if you celebrate! <3

It's Just a Costume

“You going to Amelia’s party?”

Hallie looked up from her phone to the blonde man sprawled on her couch, who was also on his phone. She wasn’t sure when Jake had started ending up there every Tuesday night, but she still hadn’t kicked him out. Apparently he was permanently in her post-work life now.

“Yeah, why?”

Bradley had begged them all before briefings that day to come to a Halloween party Amelia was throwing. She’d invited all her school friends plus some of the “cool kids,” and having fully embraced his role as an non-blood-related big brother, Bradley promised her it was going to be the bash of the century. Part of that plan was inviting the Daggers, despite the strict no drinking rule Penny had set out from the start.

“We have to decide on our costume.”

Hallie stared, despite Jake’s face continuing to be glued to his phone. They weren’t dating. Their Tuesdays always ended promptly with Jake leaving at eleven. Any weekend plans usually involved other Daggers. Hallie knew they were just friends, and she didn’t have a problem with that. She knew Jake and watched him flirt his way around the Hard Deck every Friday, and did her own fair share of it when the occasion arose.

Yet he’d drop a line like that from time to time and make her wonder why he always slunk his way back to her couch. If he was ever serious about his flirtatious catchphrases, she didn’t know if she’d slap him or flirt back. As far as work was concerned, it was best not to consider either.

“We’re not a couple.” She voiced her thoughts.

“And?”

“So why would we wear a couple’s costume?”

He finally sat up and smirked at her over the back of the couch. His hair was out of place from his lounging. Hallie decided not to mention it.

“You can wear matching costumes as friends. Unless you really want to dress as my girl.”

“In your dreams.”

“Every night.”

Hallie threw a Chips Ahoy at him. Jake laughed.

“Besides, how can you resist this?” He held out his phone.

Hallie found it hard to believe that was what he’d been doing all night until she came closer and saw the “inspiration” photo he found.

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Jake, we’re already naval aviators.”

“These are sexy naval aviators.”

“This is a teen’s party!”

“So you’d wear it to the afterparty at the Hard Deck?”

Hallie felt her face turning red and willed it to stop. “I like to be covered, thank you very much.”

“This is covered.”

“Forget it!” Hallie crossed her arms. “Besides, I already consider myself a sexy naval aviator without booty shorts.”

His eyes flicked over her current outfit. Hallie rolled her eyes, but pulled at the hem of her shorts anyway. Short, maybe, but at least three inches longer than the photo.

“You have to try harder than that if you want to see my ***,” she added.

Jake turned red, opened his mouth, then shut it. He was quick to go back to his phone. Revenge was sweet when she could manage to corner him verbally, rare as it was. She savored it, sweet as the taste of her next chocolate chip cookie.

He stayed quiet as he scrolled. Pity struck her. She hated when he deflated like a kid benched at their first football game.

“We could be a cowgirl and a cowboy,” Hallie suggested, trying to boost his mood.

He made a face. “My culture ain’t your costume.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “Fine then, Little Red Riding Hood. You can be the wolf.”

“And hide this face?”

“I’m about to do something you won’t like to that face.”

“Easy there, Dreamgirl.” He held his phone up again. “How ‘bout this?”

Hallie cocked her head. It was definitely a couple’s costume, not a pair of friends, and she was about to say so when she caught his eyes. The little kid was back, like a boy asking his mom what she thought of his latest stick figure drawing. Innocent, almost hopeful. Hallie cursed in her head. She needed to stop letting him get his way.

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d love it.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he shook her shoulder.

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“You ready, Dreamgirl?”

Jake strolled into the apartment. Unlocked, as always. He really needed to find an auto-locking doorknob for Hallie. He was always amazed she hadn’t been robbed yet.

“In a minute!” Hallie’s voice rang out from the bathroom.

He took the opportunity to check his costume in the mirror. He was pretty proud of how it’d come together, black leather jacket and all, despite his blonde hair admittedly ruining the Danny Zuko look. His hair had some extra gel in it, and he was just getting out the comb he’d brought along to shape it more when he heard the clacking of Hallie’s heels behind him.

He turned and had to remind his jaw to stay up.

The tight black leggings suited her too well. Her blonde curls, normally tamed into braids each day, were allowed free and wild, and her red lips matched her heels. It’d apparently been a long time since he’d seen her out of a flightsuit or Tuesday-night sweats, because for a moment, his brain screamed at him to pull her to his side and keep her there all night.

Maybe this costume was a bad idea.

“Problem, Seresin?” Her smirk said it all. She knew she looked good.

Jake was quick to recover. They were friends. Coworkers. Nothing else.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without grease on your face.” He made a swipe at her and earned a shove back.

“Whatever, Bagman. Let’s go help so Roo doesn’t put us on cleanup duty.”

She led the way down the hall. He caught his eyes wandering and snapped to military attention right before she sent a smirk back at him.

Definitely a bad idea.

#daydream writes #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fanfiction #oc: hallie a jones #top gun oc #hallie daydream a jones #jake hangman seresin #birdfam #(mentioned) #be safe out there for those who celebrate halloween! #oneshot #hangman X oc

[hanni-simp]

Idk how but y’all convinced me that Jake cant spell so heres a HC I guess

Jake kept accidentally spelling “Braldey” instead of “Bradley”, and after getting teased on no less than four times in three days, he’s already getting fed up with it. Eventually just starts putting “Roo” instead, and when Bradley objects to this he doubles down on it so that he’s calling him “Roo” in nearly every conversation.

One day, he just stops, and Bradley asks him what his deal is. Jake just looks at him for a second and then grins, “I knew you secretly loved it, Roo.”

Bradley smiles right back, “You know, it’s starting to grow on me, Hangy.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x jake seresin #hangster #jake hangman seresin #top gun #top gun: maverick #sereshaw #HC #Im sorry #oh didnt think I mentioned it but theyre in love #I guess its implied #‘implied’ #ah yes #subtext #Its a harsh contrast to my usual #which is domtext #haha #im HILARIOUS

[the-ace-with-spades]

I have the urge to write a seven-season-long medical drama, so here is a concept for Top Gun Hospital AU with ER hate-to-love hangster AU that no one asked for.

as a warning: this is a bit incohesive and silly

All the aviators are doctors and all the WSOs are nurses. With the exception of Bradley (but there’s an explanation for it).

Mav — cardiothoracic surgeon; Ice — former neurosurgeon and Chief of Surgery, current Head of Patient and Medical Services (so, entirely admin). I imagine they have the same kind of relationship as House and Cuddy in this, including Ice keeping an entire legal team for Mav’s unconventional practice methods. They've met during med school and had been rivals up until they both finished general surgery residency. Slider is an OR nurse turned anesthesia nurse. Goose was an ER nurse and met Mav during his rotation as a med student and died after an incident in the ER during Mav’s residency (that was the moment he switched from emergency medicine to surgery).

Phoenix — emergency, but she managed the impossible (like Mav) and switched from obgyn residency after the first year (only chose obgyn in the first place because of her mom, a renowned obgyn in Oregon), she's still really passionate about the obgyn field but didn't enjoy the work enough to do it for the rest of her life; Javy — general surgery; Payback — emergency with sub-spec in pediatrics; Friz — respiratory medicine; Omaha — oncology; Yale — ortho surgery.

Bob — a former OBGYN nurse, left because of a toxic work environment, working in the ER six months now, Phoenix's favorite nurse now, duh; Fanboy — started in peds oncology, had to switch because it was too hard on him mentally and is now peds emergency; Halo — started as a palliative care nurse, switched to oncology after a few years; Harvard — OR nurse, switched from general team to ortho

Hangman is the new trauma surgeon starting in their ER. Born and raised on a ranch, was expected to take over the ranch but never wanted to. Thankfully, he had too perfect grades to not send him to college — his parents wanted him to be a vet, which obviously didn’t happen, so he could stay close to the family business. He moved to California for his MD. He has terrible bedside manners with patients and patients’ family, but is surprisingly decent with kids, has lost respect for nurses sometime during his first residency year, and had a terrible case of Ego hit him during his trauma surg fellowship.

Now, about Rooster:

Bradley got into a pre-med program, Mav (who had set up Bradley’s college fund) said he’s not going to pay for it since he doesn’t want Bradley to be a doctor (long hours, lack of work-life balance, burnout, high stress, etc. It was more complicated because Mav still has the Goose trauma). So they had the fallout, Bradley moved out and deferred college to find a way to pay for it and, wanting to gather hospital experience, started working as a CNA in Peds ICU at a children’s hospital which accidentally was having a new CNA intake at the time. He liked it, actually loved it, and started hesitating whether he should continue with pre-med and be like Mav or go for nursing, like his dad. Year after, he got an offer from the hospital that said hey, we’ll fund some of your BSN as long as you work for us while you study and then work for us for another four years after getting your license. So he became a nurse, got certified as peds nurse after working two years in PICU and after another three, switched to the Pediatric Rapid Response Team, where he stayed for another two years before getting a spot as a senior nurse in adult/peds ER in a different hospital.

His relation to Mav and Ice only came to light a few months after the hiring process, as Bradley didn’t even know they worked there when he applied and it’s still a hash-hash topic in the ER. He’s been in the ER for almost three years now and has become an unofficial second-in-command as one of the few with substantial experience.

I imagine he’s definitely one the best nurses you could have as a patient — he’s honest but in an empathetic way, he’s worked in the most demanding environments with the most complex patients (ICU and RRT), he’s skilled and experienced in most procedures. Because he is one of the few male nurses, he’s the one dealing with inappropriate patients, aggressive patients, patients that need restraint, frequent flyers, etc. and he genuinely doesn’t mind — he is the perfect mix of calm and firm that makes him very reliable in most difficult situations. He is absolutely most reassuring and guiding with new stuff, be it new nurses or med students that don’t know what’s happening, and he doesn’t judge. It does help, too, that he was partially raised by two very cocksure surgeons and therefore knows how to deal with doctors that turned a bit too arrogant.

Before I go to the hangster part of this shit, I want y’all to know it all started because I found this Rooster-coded scrubs:

I imagine that he buys most of his scrubs since the work-issued scrubs don’t fit well on men (most unisex ones are very much just female fit stamped with unisex label) and peds nurses can have lots of cute ones so the kids feel less nervous around them

Also, this is a warning that yes, Bradley is trans in this scenario, too, because I said so. It's relevant to a few scenes, I think?? and there's tw for transphobic OC

Now, a bunch of scenarios I can see for this AU:

On the first day at his new workplace, Jake makes a reputation for himself. He confuses Nat, in her hospital-issued scrubs and with her doctor tag clearly on display, for a nurse and literally talks over her in front of a patient. Same thing happens with Billy because he’s Filipino and there is a large number of Filipino nurses everywhere and he’s stereotyping. Then he makes another patient’s parents agitated. This is when he meets Bradley — he takes over to talk to the parents and calm them down before it can escalate, basically shushing Jake out of the room. Jake doesn’t clock he’s a nurse at first — he’s a big, very fit, very well-built, very handsome dude with a questionable mustache who looks comical in a pastel pink scrub top with a teddy bear pattern and a matching headband on his forehead, but also the sheer shock of how different to all the nurses he looks gives Jake a pause  — so he doesn’t say anything even if it pisses him off a nurse just forced him out of the room.

*

It starts innocently with Bradley though — Bradley comes up and asks, “Jake, can you put the narcotics order into the system for Lily?” and Jake scoffs and corrects, “Doctor,” tapping his full tag with Dr. Jacob Seresin.

Bradley, as the nurse’s tag says, raises an eyebrow and says, “Doctor Jake, can you put the narcotics order for Lily?”  Natasha, standing behind him, snorts. Jake doesn’t even have the time to tell him off because he’s already gone when his brain processes.

*

Natasha drops off a patient on him — a taxi driver who had a stroke while driving and had been in a car accident, that had been thrombolysed but might need emergency surgery because of a suspected GI bleed. He’s stable, so they're going to check if he can be admitted to neurosurg and wait for his turn there or if Jake will need to take over before that.

Bradley hands him a tablet the minute he walks into the room.

“What’s that?”

“Results,” he supplies before going back to setting up an oxygen cylinder at the bottom of the bed.

“I didn’t order that,” he notes. The blood and urine panels are what he would order with suspected operable GI bleed but he’s barely looked at the patient’s case before he walked in there.

“I did,” Bradley tells him as he switches the oxygen from the wall socket to the tank supply. “Faster this way.”

“No,” Jake says, blood boiling. “You do exactly what I tell you to do and only that.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows, high on her forehead. Bradley doesn’t hesitate — waves on Bob from behind the glass wall and they both grab each side of the bed.

“I supposed you want to put the CT order yourself then,” Bradley says as Bob takes the small back monitor and attaches it to the frame. He steps on the bed brake and rolls out the bed, straight into Jake and Nat, fast enough that he moves out of the way on instinct. “Better do it fast because it’s free now and I’m going.” *

“Did you see that? Who the heck does he think he is?” Jake asks Nat.

“Better put that CT scan order,” is all Natasha replies as she walks away.

*

It’s Reuben’s patient, an eleven years old boy with blunt trauma, and Jake makes a verbal order to Bradshaw, who is the boy’s nurse. “I understand but I think that—” and Jake goes, “If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”

The whole room gets quiet and everyone looks to him — Reuben, Mickey, and the technician are wide-eyed.

Bradley just says, “Alright,” in a perfectly leveled voice and leaves the room.

 Mickey is not making eye contact as he quips under his nose, on his way out of the room, “You do realize he basically runs this ER, right? You’re making your life a lot harder.”

*

Jake orders IV fluids for one of his patients which is also in Rooster’s section that day and he bleeps the order info to Rooster. Fifteen minutes later he sees that it hasn’t been filled and is like, hah, I knew there is a reason I hate that guy. Finds him when he passes Jake in the corridor and is like, “I want you to start the IV for room 7. Now,” and Rooster  just tells him, “No, do it yourself or find someone else.” 

They have a little back and forth as Jake follows him down the corridor which ends with another, “No.”

There’s still no charge nurse in the ER (she’s on medical leave that will most likely end with her leaving employment, from what Jake gathers) so he makes a datix and the ER nurse manager (Warlock) following up is apprehensive because obviously, he knows Bradley, and hears about what actually happened — Bradley was getting an igel for a toddler from the peds side and deemed it more important than starting a bag of saline to bust someone's blood pressure.

Jake feels like an idiot.

*

Jake and Reuben are charting next to each other and Reuben gets bleeped his patient’s lab results. Jake, who is also waiting for lab results, complains about how he sent a pod to the lab before Reuben. Reuben just gives him a look and says, “Yeah, that’s because I asked Bradley to put my request in.”

And Jake is like, “What does he have to do with anything?”

Reuben looks at him like he’s dumb and says, “He has more sway with the lab,” and walks away with his tablet.

*

Javy is doing a consult for Nat and stops to chat to Jake (they know each other from residency days) and Bradley comes by and says, “Maggie’s becoming hypotensive again,” and Javy observes as Jake looks at the nurse that came, gives him a very long, very detailed look and licks his lips.

He manages to think Oh before Jake asks, “Maggie?”

The nurse looks seconds from rolling his eyes. “Mrs. Lawrence? Room 5?” 

“That's Margaret.”

“She prefers Maggie.”

And it goes on, with Jake standing there rigid, puffing up his chest and cocking his hip out. “Did you start the fluids?”

“Finshed already.”

“Start another bag.”

The nurse looks unimpressed and instead of confirming says, slowly, like he’s talking to a child, “Her fluid balance is positive. She’s usually on pressors.” Jake’s face gets red and he goes, “Then put an order for her.”

It’s kind of funny to observe and to be fair, the nurse does give Jake a minute to go over what he said, leaning his elbow on the counter, eyebrows raised, before he points out, in that damn slow, unimpressed tone, “I can't put orders for things like pressors."

He hands Jake the closest tablet and starts walking away.

Jake calls after him. "What, you're not even going to draft it for me?"

He doesn't even turn around and Javy is silently shaking from the laughter he's holding in, "I thought I wasn't allowed to do that, doctor."

*

Mav comes down to the ER to talk to Rooster on a slower day — about how they’re about to sponsor a new CRNA for the cardiothoracic surg unit and maybe he could put a good word for their development team for Bradley and yada yada.

It happens like that: Mav comes down, Bradley is charting next to the monitors station, Jake is going over a scan on the opposite side when The Dr. Mitchell himself comes down and stops next to Bradley. He gives Bradley and his pink Paw Patrol scrubs a look and clears his throat a couple of times before Bradley raises his gaze toward him, turning away a second later and ignoring him again.

Jake is freaking out — this is The Dr. Mitchell and one of the reasons Jake wanted to work in this exact hospital, along with the rumored to-be-announced cardiothoracic surg fellowship under Dr. Mitchell he had his eyes on. He’s been thinking about how to make contact with Dr. Mitchell since he started in the ER and here he is, telling unresponsive Bradshaw, “I heard you’re looking to go back for your Master’s in the near future.” Bradshaw doesn’t say anything and Dr. Mitchell adds, “We have a CRNA development spot for—” and Bradley tells him, not turning away from the screen, “I’m not an OR nurse,” and then taps his card on the computer’s reader to log out and walks away.

Dr. Mitchell is a fucking legend, a VIP of this hospital, so Jake just stands there, contemplating how the heck Bradshaw could do that and hears him mumbling under his breath, “Really slick, Mav,” and jumps on the opportunity to say, “I’ll be talking to his supervisor about this, his attitude is unacceptable, Dr. Mitchell.”

And Dr. Mitchell turns to him, raises an eyebrow and asks, “Excuse me?” 

“The nurse you were talking to. He might be senior in here but his attitude’s been horrible and I’ll personally step in. This won’t happen again.”

Dr. Mitchell gives him a look before slowly saying, “I suggest you mind your own business, Dr. Seresin,” and walks away.

Nat is silently laughing a few feet away and Jake asks her what’s so funny. His heart dead-ass stops when she says, “You do know Dr. Mitchell is Bradley’s dad, right? They might not be on the best of terms but that’s still his son.” And Jake has the urge to bang his head on the keyboard in front of him. 

* 

TW for transphobia.

There’s a new nurse practitioner to be (graduated, about to get her cert) that's rumored to be a candidate for the charge nurse position. Izzy. She’s quite young for that, younger than Bradley for sure, must have barely worked in the clinical area before going for her Master’s. Jake doesn’t know if it’s on purpose but the nurse manager and Bradley keep on putting her in his section.

She’s—well, she’s a bit too in his face. She agrees with everything Jake says and doesn’t roll his eyes at him, which is boring, and she’s, for an NP, not that knowledgeable. She doesn’t argue with him, which is a change, and Jake starts to hate it after about five hours. Her voice is saccharine sweet, she keeps on standing a bit too close to him at all times, and she’s decent with patients, but she keeps on asking him about the smallest of things.

Jake’s section is less busy, usually, since he deals primarily with trauma in the ER, but she never bounces off to help others when she is free, like Bradley did. She’s clinging to his section, a little bit, and he doesn’t get why. It’s not like he is any nicer to her than to Bradley or any other nurse.

She is busy taking bloods and Bradley finds him when he has a second alone, finally, and enlightens him about why.

“If you don’t believe me, you can just ask any other nurse. Everyone noticed.”

“If you really think that then why do you keep putting her in my sections?”

“I don’t. She’s senior as an NP, she’s taken over allocation from me now.”

Jake’s mind only focuses on one detail. “You were allocating yourself to my sections?”

“Only because no one wants to work with you and because I’m actually certified in trauma.” That makes sense. It’s not like Bradley would work with him voluntarily. “Look, all I’m saying, you watch out — you fool around with her and then reject her and she’s going to HR. I know the type.”

“The type?”

“You know, the girl that thought she’ll become a nurse, snag a rich doctor and never work again? Well, it’s not always women, there are guys who do that too, but in this case, she’s very much the type.”

“And you think she’s trying to—snag me?”

“She’s certainly not going after the residents that are getting paid twelve bucks an hour or Reuben who is married,” he points out. Which, again, fair, even if he didn’t know Reuben is married prior to this strange conversation.

Jake stares at him, processing, until he blurts out, “I’m gay.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Bradley says after a second, eyes barely noticeably a bit wider, before he walks away.

“Was he bothering you, doctor?”

She calls him doctor, always, and it honestly makes him grit his teeth. Now even more. He’s got a bad feeling about it.

It gets confirmed later when Jake is taking care of a six-year-old girl who had fallen down the stairs. She’s dehydrated and Izzy’s just tried to put a cannula on her three times before Jake told her to grab the bedside ultrasound and not make the girl cry even more.

Bradley passes by the room and Jake’s learned that he can’t leave a distressed child alone, so he comes in and gets the parents and the girl relaxed. He’s about to go in and tell him to leave it alone until Izzy brings the ultrasound when Nat grabs him by the arm and tells him, “He was in a Rapid Response Team, I’m pretty sure he can put a cannula in blind. Just let him do it.”

And he does let him. Watches, expecting the girl to burst into tears at any moment but she never does. Bradley’s literally been in the room for less than ten minutes and it’s all back to calmness.

Izzy comes back with the ultrasound. It should not have taken her so long to grab it. “What is he doing there? That's my patient.”

"He said he can put the IV line without the ultrasound.” Well, Nat said so. Jake can’t believe he’s saying but, “He’s a peds nurse, he’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure the girl's parents wouldn’t want him anywhere near her.”

This sets alarm bells in Jake’s head. “What do you mean?”

"People like him shouldn't be around kids," she says, to his horror. She leans in, way closer than needed, and conspiringly whispers, "Dr. Seresin, haven't you known that he is, you know, a she in disguise?"

He’s dumbstruck. "I'm sorry?"

"He's actually a woman, just pretending to be a man because he's mentally—You're the doctor, I'm sure you know better than I how the brains of people like them work. He shouldn't be around that girl, is what I'm saying. I certainly wouldn't like him around my child, if I had one."

Jake didn’t know this about Bradley but he understands what she means, even with how awful she is about it. This, however, should not be a piece of information thrown around in public if Bradley didn't wish to disclose it, and certainly not in such a manner. "And how do you know that, exactly?"

"Nurses share a locker room, it's not hard to notice how she, you know, mutilated herself."

Jake doesn’t say anything out loud but mentally he is preparing datix report in his head. He catches the ER’s nurse manager before he goes home, too, because that’s some shit he doesn’t stand for. He might be an asshole but he’s not a bigot.

Next time he comes to work, Bradley is back in his section and Izzy is no longer employed.

“Thanks,” Bradley says, when they’re at the station, next to each other, in a relatively slow moment. “If I went on my own, we’d have a weeks-long investigation that would probably end with her or me moving to a different unit.”

“She said this shit to your face?”

“Kept calling me she in front of patients,” Bradley admits after a moment. “I think most of them thought they misheard but—I knew.”

“Well, good riddance then.”

Bradley snorts, but he’s looking down at the tablet in his hands, smiling, and wow, the apples of his cheeks are so round and his eyes so bright and Jake can't breathe for a second.

---

(there might be a second part coming because I meant seven-season-long medical drama literally-- including Jake realizing he's an idiot, Mavdad drama, Jake having his hands inside Bradley (in the literal, surgical sense) and jealousy that could rival the McDreamy/Dr. Grey drama)

#this is unrealistic b/c its a med soap drama-like #not the actual chaos of er-like #as in med nonsense to be precise #also I don't know how american ers work #ive talked to a trauma surgeon twice in my life so sorry #i’ve mostly written it while trying to stay awake in the break room at 2am or to not fall asleep on the bus home #still having cluster headaches btw we're just too short-staffed to not go to work even if I have to sit out for an hour in the break room #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangster #icemav mention #tgm #tgm au #trans bradley rooster bradshaw #<< im going to fill that tag even if it takes me years #op #charlie writes #hangster hospital au

[janicho88]

I Got You- Chapter 1

Pairing- Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female!Reader

Word count- 963

Warnings- Some language, mentions of domestic violence, and abuse, abusive boyfriend, hurt reader. If I missed something please let me know.

A/N- Birthday post 2. This one has been sitting in my WIP since last fall. First Jake story, I hope I can do him justice. The first few chapters will be a little heavy, but we will move past that.

Summary- When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with.  It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago.  The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her

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After a long first day of being back at Top Gun, Jake is sitting at the bar of the Hard Deck nursing his first beer of the night.  Some of the other aviators from this detachment are by the pool table, after spending the day around them, he isn’t inclined to head over right now.  The bar itself isn’t crowded yet, the night’s still early. 

“I don’t usually see you sitting at my bar by yourself, you alright?”  Penny questions as she wipes down the empty bar around him.

“Yeah, just been a long day Penny.” he returns with a slight smirk.

“Are you sure that’s all?”  The bartender remembers Jake from his first go around at Top Gun.  Maverick’s Goddaughter brought him in on his first night in town, and introduced Jake to Penny.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  The pilot is staring at his beer before he speaks again.  “Did you know the man we threw out last night was a Captain, and an instructor at Top Gun?”

“Oh God, Pete’s your instructor?”  Much to Jake's frustration she laughs.

“Sure is, not really the best first impression one wants to make.”

“Don’t worry, that man has made much worse first impressions.” 

“Doesn’t really help me now, Penny,” Jake responds with a shake of his head, and takes a drink of his beer.  He has every intention of leading this mission, and last night’s little incident isn’t the best way to make that happen. 

“There’s a blonde over by the wall who's been staring at you for a good ten minutes if you’re looking for company to take your mind off Mave,” she teases as she moves to help another patron. 

Shaking his head once more, Jake’s attention goes back to the beer in front of him. It isn't long before his phone rings and he pulls it out of his pocket, not bothering to look at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello.”

No one responds, but he can faintly hear breathing on the other end.

“Hello,” he tries again with a little impatience in his tone. 

“J..Jake?  Where are you?”

He pulls the phone away from his ear and looks at the caller ID.  Seeing the number he assumes his eyes are playing tricks on him.  He hasn’t heard from you in a few months. 

“Are you there?  Please…I..”

He can hear the desperation in your voice now.

“I’m still here princess, little surprised to be hearing from you though.  What’s going on?”

“Are you in Lemoore?”

“No, I’m actually…” he’s cut off by your sob.

“What’s wrong?  Talk to me Y/N,” he pleads, turning away from the bar.

“I… I… need help,” you finally whisper.

“Where are you?”  Jake stands and throws some money down to cover his drink and tip Penny before hurrying out of the bar.

“I’m in L.A., but if you’re not in Lemoore…”

“I’m at Top Gun, I’m on my way.  What’s your address?”

He puts it in his GPS as he speeds out of the parking lot and toward the highway determined to get to you as quickly as he can.  He keeps you on the phone the entire drive, but here isn’t much said between the two of you.  Jake does his best to console you over the phone as he listens to your tears.  When he asks if your boyfriend is around, you just start crying harder.  The urge to punch someone or something growing inside of him.  Pushing the speed limit the aviator gets to your apartment in just under 2 hours, you buzz him in and he’s running up the stairs to your apartment.

Still on the phone with you, Jake lets you know he’s outside your door.  The man is slightly confused when the door opens and he doesn’t see you.  Carefully walking inside he looks around the room and quickly turns when the door shuts behind him. His longtime friend is standing behind the door with her head down and hair covering her face, he slowly reaches out to lift her chin and push the hair back. Jake can’t help the gasp that escapes as he takes in the sight in front of him, as she recoils from his touch.

“Y/N, princess, what happened?  Who did this?”   

Unable to answer Jake’s question, you return to staring at the floor.  Maybe you shouldn’t have bothered your friend, but you didn’t know what else to do.  You knew if Jake was still at Lemoore he would help you.  Tonight was the worst it’s been and you were terrified of what the next time would bring. 

“Sweets, did Josh do this to you?”  Jake is seeing red, trying to rein his temper in for your sake.  He never cared for your boyfriend, and if he finds out this is that man’s doing, Jake won’t be holding himself back next time he sees him.  There are bruises forming on your left cheek and chin, and dried blood near your nose. Your left arm has some cuts he can see from the ripped sleeve of your shirt. 

The only answer he receives is a slight nod of the head.

“Where is he?”  When you don’t respond he tries again.  “He isn’t here right?”

You shake your head no, before finding your voice.  “Probably at the bar getting drunk and finding a better girl to go home with,” you mumble.

Jake can’t keep himself away any longer he comes and slowly wraps you up in a hug holding you close to him.  You are tense when he first touches you, but slowly melt into his hold. This spurs on another round of tears, you can’t believe you still have any left.

“Okay, we need to get you out of here before he comes back.”

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 2

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#jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #tw dv mention #tw injury #tw abuse #jake hangman seresin

[pollyna]

Bradley is eight the first time his mom buys him a Hawaiian shirt and it's the end of it. By the time he's sixteen uncle Tom and uncle Pete have to buy another closet just for them because they don't leave space for any other type of clothes. It takes them three an entire afternoon to assemble the whole thing and at the end Bradley is tired and his stomach hurts for how much he laughed.

At thirty eight and still wearing awful shirts with even worst pattern Bradley, now Rooster, is going to explain to Maverick that it never really was about the shirts but more the memories they carry. Carole taking him to shopping, the icecream after his first shirt and the two hours long drive where she talked about his dad laughing and not crying for the first time, the time uncle Tom took him to buy a new one after a particularly good essay and proceeded to have a serious discussion about pattern with him and a clearly stoned clerk, when he was wearing his uniform and everyone was looking at him like an alien. He took me to the movies after! We ate so much pop corn I haven't touched another one since then! To not forget all the time Maverick himself took him to buy new ones, all the things they did together while they were trying to find the most perfectly fine patterns or the one year long bet to see whom of them would have found the worst hawaiian shirt ever made in the history of hawaiian shirts. And he says with a lower voice, there's a particular one I'm going to wear the day me and Jake are going to figure it out. I wore that for out first date and I'm going to wear it for our second first date.

#hawaiian shirts=good memories #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #uncle tom and uncle pete #au: they raised him #still the fallout between them but things get better #jake hangman seresin (mentioned) #past hangstar #future!hangstar #phoenix could tell tales of their shopping trips and the search for the worst print ever made #or even the story of why bradley doesn't eat pop corn anymore #uncle & nephew relationship #happy memories #top gun: maverick