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greymoonfeelings · 1 year
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That's My Man
whumpuary #9: scars
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summary: Even the hottest man on the planet has insecurities about his looks
warnings: negative self talk, spice/implied smut (nothing explicit)
word count: 600
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“God, I look like shit.” Bradley mutters to himself as he examines his scars in the floor-length mirror. Fresh out of the shower, the marred skin looks more evident in the morning sun.
“Hey, that’s my man you’re talking about.” You tease, wrapping your arms around his torso. Bradley looks at you in the mirror, seemingly unmoved by your playful comment.
“That’s the mystery. What do you even find attractive about me? I look like Frankenstein.”
There’s a noticeable shift in your demeanor when you realize that your boyfriend is seriously feeling down about himself. It hurts your heart to think that he feels insecure about the man he sees in the mirror, the one that you love so deeply.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that.”
“It’s hard not to. Every time I look in the mirror it’s all I see.” His fingertips pull at his cheek, stretching the skin in a way that makes the scars look more prominent.
“Well, you know what I see?” You move in front of Bradley, blocking his view of the mirror. “I see my strong, badass boyfriend who does one of the most dangerous jobs ever yet manages to come back home to me even when the odds are against him.” You trace over the scars on his chest that he acquired when punching out of his plane that was destroyed during a dogfight.
“I see someone who fights for those he loves and never leaves a man behind.” The scars on his cheek and neck are next to be caressed, reminding him that they were the byproduct of his decision to go after Maverick during the Uranium mission.
Lastly, you take his left hand in yours, acknowledging the red mark on his palm “I also see an idiot who burned his hand on my curling iron, but I guess that’s beside the point.” You kiss the welt as Bradley shakes his head, chuckling at your cheekiness.
Lifting his face with your hands, you force him to look into your eyes so he knows that your next words are the truth. “Your scars don’t make you less attractive, Bradley, or less deserving of love. They’re proof of how resilient you are and I love you no matter what.”
“I love you too.”
You press a tender kiss to his forehead before pulling back. “And I’m not only with you for your looks, y’know.”
“Well, what are you with me for?” Bradley questions, expecting a heartfelt answer or perhaps even a sentiment about what’s between his legs.
“The great benefits that the Navy offers, duh! Who wouldn’t want to live in this amazing government housing? Having a working refrigerator is overrated!”
“You’re a tease, you know that?”
“No, I’m just a sarcastic bitch. If I were a tease I would do this…”
You lean in close to your boyfriend, leaving delicate kisses along his neck as you slowly run a hand down to the front of his gym shorts where he is sensitive. Bradley lets out a soft moan as you suck a mark against his collarbone. He reaches out for your hips but you spin away from his grasp.
Smirking at your successful attempt at riling your boyfriend up and getting his mind off his insecurities, you run out of the bedroom hollering, “Well! I’m off to run errands!”
“Oh, you’re in for it now!”
Your squeals fill the apartment as Bradley chases you through the house to get you to finish what you started. Eventually, he catches up and you spend the afternoon showing him every single thing you love about him including his scars.
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goosita · 3 months
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Playing With The Boys
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pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 (𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗: 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎) 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝟷𝟸’𝚜 𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚒𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙿𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑, 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝.
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//part one//
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“Don’t worry about it, Coryo. I’ll be fine in a few months,” Sejanus chided, leaning back on his hospital bed.
It hadn’t been anyone’s fault, honestly. Coriolanus was flying during a training mission, Sejanus in the back seat as always operating their radars. Coriolanus was dodging other jets in a simulated dogfight, but had been caught in the jet wash of the plane ahead of him. The stream of air moving so fast from the tail end of the other plane had caused enough turbulence in the air that Coriolanus lost control of his aircraft, sending them tumbling into a spin. He tried as hard as he could to recover it, but they’d had no choice but to eject.
While Coriolanus had been mostly unharmed by the emergency ejection, landing gracefully albeit a little hard and gaining a few new bruises, Sejanus’ parachute had caught on his arm. He had been left with two different breaks in the limb, putting him out of commission for a few months, minimum. Admiral Highbottom had him grounded until at least May.
“I know, I know. I just wish I could have saved it,” Coriolanus replied. He knew he should feel more guilty about his injured WSO, but he felt annoyed at himself more than anything for not being able to control the spin his aircraft had gone into. Coriolanus held himself to a high standard, one that he wasn’t sure was even possible most days.
“It happens, man. There was nothing you could do.”
Coriolanus sighed and nodded, knowing Sejanus was probably right.
“Have you heard who’s gonna take my place yet?” Sejanus asked curiously. Coriolanus shook his head.
“No clue, but there’s talk about bringing someone in from District 10. I’m supposed to meet them this afternoon.”
“Well, whoever it is will be in for a joyride with you,” Sejanus teased, grinning at his friend. Coriolanus chuckled and shrugged.
“We’ll see, I guess.”
“Lieutenant Snow?” Admiral Highbottom snapped, standing in the doorway to the infirmary. “Come with me please.”
Coriolanus gave Sejanus a look before he followed Highbottom out, eyebrows raises curiously. Sejanus gave him a smile and a thumbs-up.
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On the other end of the administration building, you stood patiently and at attention as Admiral Highbottom escorted your new partner to meet you. You watched as they approached, a little surprised by the height and shock of white-blonde hair on your new pilot.
“Lieutenant Snow, meet your new WSO for the time being,” Highbottom said, gesturing to you.
“Hello, Lt. It’s nice to meet you,” you offered with a smile, holding your hand out to Snow. He smirked and shook it, nodding.
“Likewise, ma’am.”
You weren’t sure if you liked his wolfish grin. It was a lovely grin, sure. Rosy, pretty lips parting to show off straight white teeth. Something seemingly arrogant simmered just below the surface, though. Nonetheless, you brushed it off. You’d met plenty of egotistical pilots in your career, you were sure Lt. Snow would be no different.
“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted. I expect you on the flightline at precisely 06:00 tomorrow, Lieutenants.”
“Yes, sir,” you both said in unison. You didn’t miss the way Snow’s eyes slid over to you, smirking. Once Highbotton was gone, he turned to you fully.
“Shame they throw you in the backseat with a helmet and visor, with a pretty face like that,” he commented. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
“I see you’re no better than most of the other men here,” you snarked back, crossing your arms. Of course he would think it was fine to make comments like that towards you. Most of the guys here did, too.
Being a woman in the military was hard enough, and it got even harder when you’d advanced through officer training and flight school. You fought hard for every ounce of respect you’d gained, though sometimes it still wasn’t enough.
“It was a compliment, you know. All I said was that you’re pretty.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Snow.”
He chuckled and raised his hands in defeat, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. Bad approach, I guess. I’m sorry.”
You looked at him wearily, unmoving. He was most certainly not sorry.
“Right….so, 06:00 hours then?” he asked.
“That’s it? You don’t want to…talk? About anything?” you said, confused by how brief he seemed to want to keep this initial meeting. Part of working together as partners meant you two needed to make sure you got along, understood each other and your expectations of one another.
“I’d prefer to let my flying speak for me,” he said, smiling. “We’ll talk tomorrow, during the briefing.”
His icy stare remained on you while he waited for a reply, unwavering. It almost made you want to shrink. Almost.
This man was strange; Snow was everything you’d come to know about young pilots, but something about him was still different. Other pilots acted cocky for the sake of convincing everyone else and themselves that they were good at their job. They spit out a lot of game, but it was obvious most of the time that it was overcompensating. Coriolanus Snow apparently felt no such compulsion to assert his dominance in that way. It was like he knew he was better than the others, without question. He did not suffer from imposter syndrome.
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he repeated with a breezy chuckle. “You have a wonderful rest of your day, ma’am.” He nodded to you politely and walked off down the hall, leaving you confused slightly.
What is it with this weirdo? you though, sighing as you made your way back to your assigned barracks. You figured you’d find out in the morning.
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a/n: aaaaand we’re off! icymi, i also posted an index of aviation terms! i just wanna make this as enjoyable as possible for y’all, but i realized not everyone is hyperfixated like me lmao. do feel free to come talk to me in my inbox!! lmk what you think so far :D
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COME HELL OR HIGH WATER | j.seresin
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pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x wife!reader
summary: the dagger squad gets deployed on another mission and Jake is assigned as the mission leader. When he and Rooster’s planes go down in enemy territory, Jake’s only thought is getting back to his wife and daughters.
warnings: angst (with a happy ending), doubt, incorrect navy facts (I’m not that knowledgeable about the workings of the navy). Written mostly on my phone in the queues at Disney, so sorry if there are any spelling or punctuation errors.
a/n: based on this request. @cat998877 I hope you like it!
word count: 1.65k
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The first thing on Jake's mind is his family.
The faces of his Y/n, Olive, and Charlotte. His girls. As everything appears to go to shit, as trees rustle and move around him, and Rooster shouts and curses to his left, Jake's resolve hardens even more than ever.
The mission had been going so well. The dagger squad had successfully taken out the target they had been deployed to remove, and the flyback had just about started. The removal of the target had alerted the enemy (as they had expected) but none of the officers who had prepared the pilots for this mission could have foreseen just how quickly the enemy pilots would retaliate. They had calculated the times down to the second needed for the flyback to the ship, but the second the enemy pilots had engaged Hangman and Rooster's planes in a dogfight, the timing had gone out the window.
"Get back to the ship Daggers 3 and 4!" Jake yells to his team as he hears Phoenix and Payback talking over the radio about coming in as backup, "Dagger 2 and I will take out these guys and get back right behind you!"
"Hangman..." Phoenix sounds unsure, as she watches Payback and Fanboy obey their friend's (and leader's) orders and begin the route back to the ship.
"NOW, Dagger 3! Go, go go!" Jake yells as he and Rooster fly as if they are one mind, evading and attacking simultaneously to get the three enemy jets off their backs.
Phoenix has a bad feeling as she obeys, knowing she can't ignore a direct order from her mission leader. Images of Hangman's family plague her mind as she leaves her friends to fend for themselves. She thinks of you, and how wrecked you'll be if Jake doesn't come back.
"Dagger 1, watch your right side!" Rooster yells, spotting the third enemy plane trying to get into position to shoot Hangman down.
"I see him! I see him!" Jake’s voice is strained as he maneuvers his plane out of harm's way.
"One down, two to go," Rooster yells as he pulls up so that his plane inverts completely, letting the enemy pilot’s plane fly directly underneath his fast enough to drop behind it and shoot.
"One left!" Jake yells as the second plane goes up in an explosion. He's still cautious, but he's starting to believe that this setback will be just that, a setback.
That's when everything goes to shit.
"Dagger 1, watch your back!" Rooster yells, the panic evident in his voice, as he sees the final enemy pilot's plane release a missile that was headed straight for Hangman's wing.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Jake yells as the missile makes contact with the left wing of his jet.
Rooster can do nothing but watch as his friends plane goes down, shock coursing through him, causing him to miss that the final pilot had released another missile. He hears it coming towards him a second too late, and there’s nothing he can do but brace as it makes contact with his wing.
Jake manages to right his plane just enough to where ejection is a safe option and he pulls his lever, shooting out of his plane as he hears another explosion go off behind him.
"Fuck!" Rooster’s voice comes crackling through Jake’s helmet as he ejects too, the two pilots keeping each other’s gaze as they float to the ground.
As soon as Jake’s feet touch the ground, he’s off running, releasing his parachute and leaving it there in the grass.
Swinging his head from left to right, he searches through the tree coverage for any sign of life, trying to find his wingman so that they can find a way out of here together. They have to find a way back.
Just as he’s starting to wonder if Rooster’s plane going down was some sick hallucination, Jake feels a hand on his shoulder. He whirls around, already on high alert, but calms slightly when he spots that it’s just Rooster, panting slightly.
"You ok, man?" Jake pants out, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, yeah I’m fine. You?" Rooster looks almost pitying, knowing just what Jake stands to lose if they don’t make it out of this.
"Yeah," Jake says, but Rooster can see it in his friends eyes, he’s on the verge of panic.
"Hey, man, we’re gonna get you back to them."
Jake smiles briefly, nodding his thanks to Bradley as he pulls in a few ragged breaths.
"Ok," the two men straighten together and look around them, taking in their surroundings, "what’s our game plan?"
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"Mama! Mama!" You breath deeply and paste a smile on your face, as you hear your daughter’s little voice yell from across the playground.
"Yes, Sugar?" You ask Olive as she skids to a stop next to the bench you’re sitting on.
"Are Dada and his team almost done with their mission yet?"
Your heart drops slightly at the reminder that your husband and his squad (who have quickly become your friends) are putting themselves in danger for their mission, but you don’t let it show on your face.
"I don’t know Liv, but you remember what Daddy told you and your sister right before he left, right?"
Your Olive nods eagerly, grinning up at you as she answers.
"Yeah, Daddy said that no matter what, he loves us and he will always come back to us. He said if anything goes wrong he will get home, come hell or high water! He promised."
She looks so proud of herself for remembering everything Jake told her a week ago, when he had bid them goodbye at the docks, you reach down and scoop her into your lap, careful not to jostle Charlotte, who is sleeping on the other side of the bench, head resting on the bag you had brought to the park with you.
"That’s right, Sugar," you coo, as your daughter tucks her head under your chin, curling into your lap.
"He promised, right Mama?"
Olive’s voice sounds so small, and your heart breaks a little at how unsure she sounds.
"Yeah, Liv, he did and you know that Daddy never breaks his promises, right?"
You feel Olive’s hair brush across your neck as she nods, and one of her hands comes up to play with the little heart shaped locket Jake had gotten you as a present, right before the twins had been born. Cuddling your little girl closer, you think back to the morning when he had given it too you, and the promise your husband had made.
You had been lying in bed, beyond tired because the twins kicking had kept you up all night, when Jake had come into the room after showering off his morning run.
"Hey darlin," he had whispered, slipping into the bed behind you, coming up to your back and reaching a hand around to rest on your baby bump, "how are my girls doing this morning?"
You had sighed, as your husband pressed soft kisses to the sensitive skin at the base of your neck.
When you hadn’t responded, Jake had gently turned your face to his, his green eyes lighting with worry as he took in your tear stained face.
"Oh baby…" he had cooed, brushing away your tears with the pad of his thumb, "what’s the matter?"
"I just…." You had taken a deep, shaky breath as Jake pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, where the tears had been moments before, "I’m terrified that….that something will happen to…" you hadn’t been able to even voice the possibility of losing Jake. But, he had known, like he always did.
"Listen to me, darlin," he had said, leaning down to brush what was possibly the sweetest kiss of your life on your lips, "I know that my job is not the safest one there is and I can’t promise you that nothing will ever happen, because it’s out of my control."
Your eyes had refilled with tears, and Jake had leaned down, kissing you again while he wrapped his arm protectively and lovingly over your bump.
"But I can promise you that no matter what, wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I will always fight to get back to you and our babies."
Jake had then let go of you for a moment, which caused you to whine slightly and Jake to smile as he had turned to pull a small box from his nightstands top drawer. He had turned back to you and held the small maroon box in between you.
"I wanted to give this to you when the girls were born, but I think now is better."
You had taken the box in your hands before glancing up at him, laughter in your eyes for the first time since the thoughts had started to plague your mind.
"Uh, Jakey, I don’t know if you remember, but you already did this part," you had teased, flashing your left ring finger at your husband, who had let out one of the laughs you loved so dearly, and pressed a kiss to the pair of rings sitting there.
"Darlin I’m not proposing again, this is something else. It’s just as important though…" he had trailed off and lifted his hand to the box easing the top up.
You had gasped at the beauty of the little heart shaped gold locket that lay nestled in the box. It was engraved with tiny little lilies, the first flowers Jake had ever gotten you when you started dating.
"Jakey…"
"Turn it over, baby," he had cut you off, and you did, seeing the small phrase on the back.
‘Come hell or high water’ was engraved within a ring of lilies, right in the center of the back side of the locket.
"It’s a promise," Jake had whispered, brushing a piece of hair back from your face to press a kiss to your temple. "No matter what, I will fight to get home to you, come hell or high water."
"Mama?"
Charlotte’s sleepy voice breaks you out of the memory as she stirs on the bench next to you.
"Yeah, baby?" You say, bringing a hand up to stroke through Olive’s hair as she keeps her hand on the locket, cheek to your throat.
"Can we go home now?"
"Of course baby." You start to gather your things, gently easing Olive off of your lap, your heart warming as the twins grabbed each other’s hands.
The three of you make your way home, the girls holding onto each other the whole way there.
"Why don’t you guys go play for a little bit," you say as you unlock the door to your little house that you and Jake have slowly been making into a home, “I’ll bring you two some apple slices.”
"Ok, mama!" The two little girls say, before taking off down the hall to their bedroom, as you made your way into the kitchen.
Before grabbing the apples, you lean against the kitchen island and look down at your locket, opening the clasp and taking in the two pictures on the sides.
The first picture was one of you and Jake on your wedding day. It had been taken by the photographer right towards the end of the night. You were being dipped by Jake, who was smiling down at you with his heart in his eyes. Your head had been tipped back, mouth open mid-laugh. It was quite possibly your favorite picture from the day.
The second picture was a shot of Jake on the day your daughters had been born. Their birth had been relatively easy (considering that you had carried the twins to full term) and the picture in the locket captured the moment when Jake had first held Charlotte and Olive in his arms.
You sigh, stroking your hand over the pictures, not needing to remove them to see the 'Seresin Family' engraving in the windows. You raise the locket to your lips and brush a light kiss over the pictures, before closing the clasp and turning to grab a couple apples and a knife to make your daughters a snack.
Just as you're placing the apple slices into a bowl, your phone starts ringing from where you had left it in the bag by the door. Wiping your hands, you grab your phone and answer the call.
"Hello?"
There's silence for a moment and then a shuddering breath comes over the line.
"Hi, Darlin," Jake's voice sounds shaky, which immediately gets your heart going fast, fear creeping into your bones.
"Jake," you say, as he lets out another shaking breath. is he crying?
"Baby, what's wrong? what's happened?"
"I...." Jake has to stop for a minute, and you stay quiet, letting him have a moment. "The mission is complete, we're returning to base right now."
Your heart soars and you can't keep the smile off of your face, and out of your voice.
"That's great, Jakey!"
There is silence again, and your smile drops a little.
"Jake, what happened?"
"I don't....I don't think I can talk about it all yet, but mine and Bradley's planes went down in enemy territory. We....it took us two days to find a way back into communication range with the ship."
"Oh, Jake...." You whisper, hand over your mouth, "I'm so sorry baby. What can I do to help you?"
"Just be waiting when I get home."
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The next morning, you wake up at 5:30 am. After flipping over a few times, you give in to the fact that you aren’t going to be able to sleep. You sit up, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed, hand coming up to scrub over your eyes.
Getting out of bed, you walk into your closet and find a pastel green sweat suit to wear to protect against the slight chill in the air. You pull your hair up into a claw clip and head out into the kitchen and living room area. You tidy up a bit, and pour some cereal into a bowl for yourself as you sit at the island, scrolling through your phone idly.
By the time it’s a reasonable hour to wake the girls up, you’ve cleaned nearly the entire house and made a list of things you need to restock in the kitchen.
“Good Morning,” you sing softly, flipping on the fairy lights above your daughters beds as you go over to their closet to pull matching sweat suits to yours out, laying a pink one on the end of Charlotte’s bed and a purple one on Olive’s.
Olive is the first one to wake up, turning over under her mountain of blankets to blink blearily up at you.
“Good morning, Mama,” she says, a little smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
You smile at her and ask her to please get dressed before making your way over to Charlotte’s bed, nestled in the corner of the room. The top of her dark blonde head is the only part of her visible under her soft white duvet with little pink flowers on it. You sit down, putting your hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. She doesn’t say anything as her head turns over her shoulder, eyes blinking open slowly.
“Hey, baby,” you say, “it’s time to wake up!”
“Otay,” she says, her voice still scratchy from sleep and she allows you to pull the covers back far enough for her to scoot out of them.
As soon as her feet touch the ground, Olive is right there, fully dressed in the sweatpants and little matching hoodie. She holds out her arms for a hug and Charlotte steps straight into them, curling her own arms around her sisters waist.
“Good morning, Lottie.”
“Morning, Liv.”
You smile as you head to the door, calling over your shoulder.
“Your breakfast is on the table, girls, so please come out when Charlotte is dressed.”
“Otay!” You hear Olive shout back, making you smile.
A little while later, after the girls have finished their breakfast and the three of you had flopped onto the couch for some snuggles (a daily occurrence for you whenever Jake was deployed), Olive looks like she’s just about to nod off and Charlotte doesn’t look much more awake. Your daughters heads both snap up, however, as the doorbell ringing sounds through the house.
“Mama, is that…?” Olive is already up and bouncing on her toes as she looks at you expectantly. You smile, watching your daughter’s faces light up, as you nod.
“Let’s go welcome Daddy home, yeah?” You ask, already up and moving to the door, the twins hot on your heels.
Your heart is pounding as your hand comes up to the lock, turning it and pulling the door open. And just like that, your weeks of worry and stress melt off of you in an instant. Because he’s here, your Jake is right in front of you, looking tired, but whole. Looking alive.
“Hey, Darlin.” His tired smile seeps into your soul and you take a step forward, and then another and before you can even blink, Jake has dropped his duffle onto the front stoop and has you wrapped in a tight embrace. His face goes immediately to the crook of your neck, pressing into the sensitive skin there as he pulls you as close to his body as possible. You reciprocate the hug, and smile as you see and feel your girls attach themselves to a leg each.
“Hi Jakey,” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, trailing your hands up and down his back.
You stand there for a long moment, before Jake finally manages to detach himself from you to bend and scoop his daughters into his arms. Olive and Charlotte both immediately curl their arms around his neck and start sprinkling kisses on his cheeks.
Later, when your little family has fallen asleep snuggled close together on the couch, the tv still playing a movie quietly, you look over at your husband, where he’s lying with Charlotte curled up on his chest and Olive plastered to his side. You softly stroke over the worry lines on his forehead. You know that he won’t be ready to open up for a while about what happened to him and Rooster, but you silently vow to just be there for him, for whatever he needs, in the next couple weeks.
Come hell or high water.
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a/n: thank you so much for reading! If you have any requests for this family or any other story ideas you’d like to see, I’m always open to them (just send them to my asks).
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calkale · 5 months
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top gun ask game
Favourite ship and why?
Top Gun (1986) or Top Gun Maverick?
Favourite character from Top Gun (1986) and why?
Favourite character from Top Gun Maverick and why?
Favourite scene?
If you could be any character for a day who would you be?
Do you have any headcanons about [character or ship]?
Favourite plane used in the movies?
Favourite screencap from either movie?
If you could change one thing about either movie what would it be?
Favourite song off the soundtracks?
Favourite fic? 
Favourite piece of fanart?
Favourite fic/art you created?
Ship(s) you dislike?
Underrated ship?
If you had a callsign what would it be?
Scene that makes you emotional? 
Unpopular opinion?
If you could re-design any helmet or design your own what would it look like? 
Favourite helmet design?
If you had the time and resources would you get a pilots license? Why or why not?
Quote from either movie that speaks to you?
A line you quote all the time?
Would you rather play beach volleyball with the 86 crew or dogfight football with the daggers?
Character from Top Gun (1986) you wish was in Top Gun Maverick?
Do you want a third movie? If so what would the plot be?
What character do you think you would get along with the most?
Did you get into aviation because of top gun or were you a fan before?
Do you own any merch?
How many times have you watched each movie?
Dress whites, service khakis or flight suits?
Line or scene from the script that you wish made it into the movie?
Character you wish got more screen time?
Volleyball scene or dogfight football scene?
Who’s the better pilot?
Outfit one of the characters wears you wish you could steal?
Which character do you project onto the most?
Ship that makes you feel the most feelings? (Does not need to be your favourite ship)
Favourite manoeuvre used in the movies?
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starryeyedstories · 1 year
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I have a few ideas for the roomies. How about the roommates having a game night. Idk why but I can see Bradley cheating at monopoly or at least trying to cheat. Or them having a really intense Mario cart session. OR them playing the game of life and as they add people to their cars they can’t help but imagine a future with the other in it. I’m gonna stop before this gets out of control.
True story, I’ve never played monopoly in my life! I am so in love with your Mario Kart idea, I just had to write it.
Also, you’re always welcome to send any ideas or requests you have for the AU!!
And They Were Roommates
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Your neighbours across the hall were probably cursing your name as you let out a triumphant laugh, almost flinging your controller in the air in celebration. Beside you, Bradley groaned in defeat, his head dropping back onto the sofa. Neither of you could remember exactly when during your Mario Kart tournament you had both moved from sitting on the sofa to sitting against it on the floor.
“How are you so good at this?” he demanded.
You grinned.
“I’m a woman of many talents, Bradshaw. Pay up.”
He glared at you.
“I’m not paying you anymore. I was lured into this challenge under the false understanding that you weren’t a Mario Kart assassin,” he grumbled, “I’ve been conned.”
You snorted.
“Boo-fucking-hoo. What you’ve been is defeated, flyboy. Easily defeated, I might add. I can’t believe they let you fly multimillion dollar planes when you can’t even stay on the road in Mario Kart.”
“There aren’t any banana skins in a dogfight,” he said loftily, “I want a rematch.”
“Do you really?” you asked, popping a piece of popcorn from the bowl that sat between you in your mouth, “You gonna be able to afford your rent this month if I beat you again?”
“You’re not gonna beat me again,” he said confidently, tossing a piece of popcorn up in the air and catching it in his mouth. He grinned at you, the kernel held between his teeth, and you rolled your eyes at him.
“You’re gross. And you’re full of shit. I hope you’re ready to get your ass handed to you again.”
“You’re really mean when we play games,” he commented as he set up another game on the TV screen, “What happened to my sweet, kind roommate?”
You bit your lip to stop yourself smiling at the knowledge that he thought of you as sweet and kind. You were not about to let your stupid crush lose you the game.
“I beat her too,” you quipped, and he let out an amused snort as the countdown to the race appeared on the screen, “Better get your wallet open now, Bradshaw.”
“In your dreams, sweetheart.”
Almost immediately, your character sped ahead of Bradley’s on the screen, and you let out the most unattractive cackle of laughter you had ever heard. Bradley watched you out of the corner of his eye, unable to stop the soft smile on his face at the way the light from the TV made your profile glow, and the way your tongue poked out from between your lips in concentration. Even the way you leaned from side to side as if you were actually driving a car at high speed was ridiculously adorable.
“Dude, you’re not even moving now!” you pointed out, giggling, “At least make an effort!”
His eyes snapped to the screen and saw that his character’s car was stuck against the edge of the track, going nowhere fast.
“Shit,” he cursed, hoping against hope that you hadn’t realised he’d been too busy staring at you to play.
Perhaps it was time to resort to cheating.
“I think I’ll use my winnings to- hey!”
Your world went black as Bradley’s hand covered your eyes, his laughter echoing from beside you as you tried blindly to keep steering whilst struggling to get away from him. Kicking out blindly, it was your turn to laugh as you heard the clatter of plastic on wood that meant you had successfully knocked his controller from his hands. His hand left your eyes and, before you could adjust to the sudden return of the light, he had grabbed your controller from you and sent it across the floor to land beside his.
A glance at the screen showed that the race was far from over, both of your characters stuck against the side of the track…right beside each other. You looked at each other in surprise, and then at your controllers a few metres away on the floor, and you both dived for them at the same time.
Bradley had the advantage of being both closer to the controllers and having longer arms than you; he managed to grab them both before you got the chance. Still, you weren’t giving up.
Grabbing his wrist, you tried to prise your controller from his grasp, but his grip was strong. He rolled onto his back to try and sit up, inadvertently dragging you on top of him with the motion, your thigh sliding between his and your face inches from his own. Above his head, you had his wrists pinned to the floor.
You both seemed to realise the compromising position you had gotten yourselves into at the same time, freezing in your battle for the controllers and staring at each other in surprise. Your lips parted with the intention of saying something to break the tension that suddenly existed between you, but the way that Bradley’s eyes flitted to your mouth had any words dying on your tongue.
“Truce?” he whispered hoarsely.
Clearing your throat, you nodded and scrambled back so that you were no longer on top of him. He sat up slowly, as if he was slightly dazed, and you found that you couldn’t meet his eyes. You hated how much your heart was racing from the moment- had it been a moment?- that had just occurred.
There weren’t many platonic explanations for your roommate staring at your lips…were there?
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Fix it.
Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x reader
Summary: Hangman offers to help Bob with a crush he has on the Hard Decks barmaid. 
Warnings: Swearing, degradation of women, use of the term slut, mentions of sex, degradation during sex, mild mention of wanting to crash a plane, misogyny, inaccuracies about women and daddy issues, throwing a drink in someone's face, the term bumping uglies is used and I feel like that should be a warning.  
Word Count: 4003
Author's note: So, this is the first time I have ever written for Top Gun, I know nothing about the military, so please forgive me. But, here it is, and I hope you all like it. Also, I obviously do not believe the nonsense about women and daddy issues or any of the other degrading things said about women, It is all to further the story. Please remember to be kind. And remember, do not tolerate, let alone fall for, anyone who degrades you! 
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“So, tell me little Bobby Boy”, the chair squeaked across the linoleum floor as Hangman turned it around, taking a seat across from Phoenix and Bob, who were clearly engaged in a private conversation, “were my eyes deceiving me or were you blushing when you were talking to Penny’s new pretty little barmaid?” Neither the scowl on Phoenix’s face nor the blush on Bob’s could be prevented, and these both deepened the smirk on Hangmans. 
“What’s it to you Bagman?” There were very specific moments Bob was thankful for Phoenix, and intercepting hangman when they all knew he was about to get too much was one of them. The ever deepening crush on ‘Penny's new pretty little barmaid’ was something Bob was hoping to just, kind of, get through. He was well aware that this was something that was never going to happen and he needed it to blow over, now. 
So Phoenix sitting here quietly trying to encourage him to ask for your number was not helping squash any and all hope he had that he MIGHT get the courage to ask, but now he also had Bagman asking questions on top of it? What happened to the days where no one noticed him?
“Well, you see, I myself had my eyes on her, but the second I saw Baby On Board over here looking redder than Rooster after a game of DogFight, I knew I had to do my good deed of the week and help my man out over here.” Phoenix felt her annoyance rise the longer she stared at that godforsaken toothpick hanging out of his mouth. Bobby didn’t need help, not from Hangman at least. 
“I’ve got it, but thanks Bagman” Phoenix twisted in her chair, fully facing Bob’s side profile now, the man in question focusing on a spot on the table in front of him, hoping they’d forget he was even there at this point while he tried to get his own blushing under control. 
“Ah! So he does have a crush on her!” Hangman's voice carried across the room causing the other Daggers to start paying more attention to what was happening in the once seemingly quiet corner of the room. 
“Who has a crush on who now?” Rooster made his way over, mimicking Hangman as he took the chair next to him and spun it round, heaving himself into it as he waited for an explanation. Coyote, Fanboy and Payback all sauntered after him, the entire table now surrounded, Bob’s head dropping even lower, eyes scrunched shut, refusing to push his glasses further up his nose from where they had begun slipping down in fear of moving and drawing attention to himself. 
“Bob has a crush on the new barmaid” Hangmans gaze hadn’t left Phoenix’s glaring eyes and that shit eating grin had yet to leave his face. 
“Oh shit! No wonder he was so willing to get the drinks Friday night then.” a large hand came down on the table in front of them, the loud noise causing Bob to jump, a bewildered (and very red looking face) turning to Phoenix, a silent plea to get them out of this situation. 
“Well, yes, but we don’t need-” Phoenix tried, she really did, but when these men got in on information like this, it was hard to get them out of it again. 
“So, when are you making your move?” Fanboys' question was innocent enough, but considering he was one of the few pilots that knew Bob a little better than the rest, just after Phoenix, it was a fairly dumb question and the alarmed look on Bob's face was indication enough of that. 
And if the look on Bob’s face wasn’t enough, the look of exasperation on Phoenix’s was. 
“We were working on getting Bob to that point before Hangman over here,” an accusatory finger was thrown in the offender's direction, “interrupted me”. 
“And here I was to extend a helping hand. It’s kind of seeming like you aren’t all that appreciative of that help here Bobby Boy” the entire table, other than Phoenix (again, thank you Phoenix), was now staring directly at Bob. 
“That’s a little rude of you Bob” Cyotes voice could be heard behind him. 
Roosters popping up next, “Yeah Bob, the man’s just trying to help.” 
“Since when are you siding with Bagman of all people!” Phoenix couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How had all of these men, who seemingly couldn't stand Hangman, suddenly be siding with him. 
“Since he knows how to work women. The least Bob could do would be to hear him out.” Payback tried to offer a voice of reason, knowing that when it came to Phoenix and Hangman though, it was probably falling on deaf ears. 
“Work women! Are you hearing yourself?” She needed to get Bob out of here quickly. 
“Listen, he has a point. Just, the goal is to get Bob and this girl together-” Rooster began before Phoenix interrupted him. 
“No, the goal is to get him to have courage to ask for her number.” 
“You’re thinking too small. Bobby’s a good looking guy, we can get him laid.” Bobs head shot up, wide eyes meeting Hangman’s own, more relaxed face, which was now looking directly at him, “So, what do you say? Want big ol’ Hangman's help to get you laid?” 
“I don’t, it’s not really like that.” Bob muttered out weakly. I mean, yes, the thought of potentially bedding you was definitely something he didn’t want to discount, but it was more than that. 
He wanted to date you. He wanted to ask for your number and talk to you for two weeks to a month over the phone and at the Hard Deck and then he wanted to ask you on a real date. And then he wanted to go on more dates and he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend and then well, if in any of that you thought he deserved it, yeah, he wanted to bed you. If he ever got the courage to do any of that, but that’s what he wanted. That was the game plan. 
“Of course it’s like that. Do you or do you not want to bump uglies?” The round of ew’s did nothing to deter Hangman from the question. 
“I, well, of course I want to bed her.” Bob couldn't help but beg for the ground beneath him to open up and so he could just fall into it, but Bob also knew that he rarely got so lucky. 
“Bed her?” 
“He means ‘fuck’ Bagman” 
“Ah, thank you Rooster. But also, bed her? Seriously? Even bump uglies sounds better than that.” Hangman knew he was just getting a rise out of Bob at this point, the kick beneath the table directly into his shin from Phoenix a sharp warning to drop it, “Regardless, you’ve got our help there friend. Don’t you worry, I’ll have her eating out of your hand by the end of the night, that is a guaranteed promise.”
“Bob, listen, this is a bad idea. This is Hangman for gods sake, do you honestly think this is going to go well?” Phoenix was trying her best to dissuade him from agreeing to Hangmans help. 
Bob swung his gaze between the two pilots, completely unsure of what to do. On one hand, Hangman did kind of know what he was doing when it came to women. He was frequently leaving the Hard Deck with them to get up to what Bob can only assume was some pretty disgusting activities, but on the other hand, Phoenix was completely right, this was Hangman they were talking about, one of the most cocky and degrading men any of them had ever known. 
But he needed to make a call, and desperate times call for desperate measures, and Lord knows Bob was desperate for you to notice him.  
“What do I need to do?” It was almost a whisper directed at Hangman followed by a groan from Phoenix and a round of cheers from the others. 
“Bobby, you will not regret this, I promise you, and honestly, I’m willing to start your lessons on women right here, right now.” He swung towards Phoenix, his smile so wide Phoenix had to do everything physically possible not to wipe it off with her fist. 
“The most important thing you need to remember when it comes to women,” Hangman was now looking back at Bob, who was leaning forward, attentive as always, praying this would be the lifeline he needed when it came to you, “they love what they think they can’t have and they LOVE it when you call them a slut.” The sound of Hangman and Coyotes hands meeting in a high-five was heard, shortly followed by a chair being shoved away from the desk they were currently sitting at as Phoenix rose to her feet. 
“Jesus, Bob, don’t you dare come crawling to me when this goes balls up.” With one final scowl directed at hangman she was leaving the group of men, a last middle finger thrown up as a “Bye Phoenix” was shouted after her from the cockiest pilot known to man, deciding to leave whatever this mess was alone for good. 
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“So you decided to come anyway?” Rooster asked as Phoenix settled next to him, watching the pool game happening between Fanboy and Payback, both pilots taking a sip of their individual beers.
“Came to see the shit show.” Her eyes landed on Bob and Hangman in the corner. The latter vividly talking as if he was instructing a boxer in the corner of the ring before their next round. 
“I know you have your doubts, but Hangman can actually be a good man. He isn’t trying to hurt Bob, he’s just trying to help as best as he knows how.” Rooster just shrugged as Phoenix let out a sigh, both knowing what he had just said was completely true. 
“I know, but God, saying women like to be called a slut?” she threw Rooster a disapproving look, concerned at the smile on her friends face. 
“He explained it to Bob after you left. He meant it purely from a sex perspective. Like, you know when you’re going at it and you say ‘such a good little slut, just for me’ kind of vibe? None of us actually think women are sluts, especially not the ones willing to sleep with us. Honestly, we’re all just really thankful they are willing to even sleep with us.” Rooster tried to placate Phoenix. 
“Even Hangman?” She wasn’t going to stop until he had been knocked down a peg or two. 
“You didn’t hear it from me, but especially Bagman. He speaks like that to get a rise out of you, but honestly, he’s actually terrifyingly respectful. I'm pretty sure he even hates calling women anything degrading in bed. I think he’d prefer to be called something gross and degrading now that I think about it.” Rooster could only shrug at the alarmed look Phoenix had given him at the new i information he had casually dropped on her, “You know that bullshit that women with daddy issues like to be degraded? Well, I never met anyone with bigger daddy issues than Bagman over there, and that’s coming from me.” A knowing look following the statement.
Phoenix couldn't find a surface to place her beer fast enough before she was letting out a full belly laugh at what Rooster had just told her, her drink spilling all over her hand as she tried to picture Hangman of all people begging a woman to call him her pretty little slut. She hated that Rooster made sense, but yeah, it fit. Suddenly she felt like she understood Hangman just that much better. 
Suddenly Coyote was rushing into the little section the dagger squad had carved out for themselves, “Shut up! She’s coming! Act natural!”
“We can shut up or we can act natural, you gotta choose here bud” Hangman was the first to address the confusion caused by their friend, “Bob, it’s your time to shine, here she comes”, a final clap on the back and Hangman was making his way over to Rooster and Phoenix to watch how well his own little protege did trying to pick up you up. 
As Bob watched you walk over with their drinks all neatly lined up on a tray, he tried to calm himself down, replaying all the lessons Hangman had taught him in his mind, reminding himself he could actually do this. 
This was all just to get your attention. 
You just needed to know he existed. 
Women like what they can't have. 
Women liked being called a slut. 
Yes, that was it. That's what Hangman had said. 
Why was he so sweaty? 
Women like what they can't have. 
Women liked being called a slut. 
“You look like a slut.” 
A silence descended over the entire area. All eyes, wide, now focusing on Bob. Music was the only thing that could be heard between any of them. No one is willing to move out of fear alone. 
Although to him, all he could hear was his own blood pounding in his ears, nerves fully taking over. But he did it and now he was just waiting for you to fall at his feet, at least, that's what Hangman told him would happen. 
Although this, this felt wrong. He had messed up. He knew he had messed up somehow, but his brain wasn’t working fast enough for him to figure it out. 
“Excuse me?” You were the first to speak up after Bob’s faux pas. 
“Oh, I said, you look like a slut.” From there, the entire group watched events unfold in slow motion. 
“No Bob! It’s -” Before Hangman could interject, you’d already thrown a drink over him. Bob covered head to toe in someone's beer, “rhetorical.” 
“Get out Bobby Floyd!” Your look was icy, finger pointed towards the Hard Decks doors. 
“Yes Ma’am.” Bob knew better than to argue with you. He immediately got up, head down, tail between his legs and made his way to the doors, praying he could get out of there as quickly as possible, making promises that he’d never step foot into the Hard Deck again, mentally figuring out how to crash his plane tomorrow.  
Hangman could feel Phoenix seething next to him, against his better judgment he turned to look at her only to find her already staring holes into him, “You have 24 hours to fix it Hangman, before I shoot you out of the sky myself,” and with that she was gone, following Bob outside, but not before she was profusely apologizing to you, promising that this was not Bob.  
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Bob isn’t sure how Phoenix had convinced him to come to the Hard Deck tonight, but here he was outside its doors, breathing deeply as he tried to convince himself to step inside. 
And if he happened to see you, well, the written out three page apology was ready. He had no shame in groveling if it got you to forgive him. 
One last deep breath and he made his way in, beelining for the pool table where he knew Phoenix was waiting for him. He couldn’t give a damn about anyone else there, actively making the choice to ignore every single one of them. He knew technically it wasn’t their fault, it was him, he was the one who had messed it up, but this felt right. 
And if he had gotten an extra confidence boost from telling Bagman to fuck off the next day at work in front everyone, well, that was no one else’s business but his. 
The air was awkward, everyone could feel it, everyone was being extra nice to him and despite him being polite, he was still avoiding actually entertaining conversation with anyone else except Phoenix, until “Hey Bob, you need a drink, go get one.” He glared at Hangman, the other pilot only shrugging his shoulders, nudging his head in the direction of the bar. 
“Go, I know you don’t trust him, but trust me, go get your drink.” It was Phoenix, giving him a slight push off his stool. As he made his way to the bar, already getting his apology pages out of his pocket, he noticed the entire dagger squad quietly watching him make his way over. He felt bitter, but he knew that he had to do this. He was ready to beg. 
“Bob,” it was Penny leaning over the bar, lemonade in hand, a smirk firmly plastered on her face as she handed it over to him, “I think you owe this bar a round of drinks considering last week's indiscretion.” 
“Ma’am, a round of drinks for the bar is probably the least I could do considering what I did,” Bob ran a hand over his face as Penny cackled, making her way over to the bell, its humiliating ring sounding throughout the bar, all the patrons giving a loud cheer as the prospect of a free drink from a stranger who had somehow wronged the bar owner. 
“Who fucked up this time Pen?” Your voice sounded out as you made your way back around the bar from the kitchen, clearly not having noticed Bob yet, but when you did, a smile a mile wide graced your face and Bob felt both humiliated and blessed all at once, “Ah, I assume this is penance for his sins of last week?” You and Penny shared a knowing look, and Bob wished he was in on the joke instead of the butt of it. 
“And he will be paying for it.” Penny let out one more laugh as she slapped the top of her bar and gave a quick look around at how full her bar was this evening, knowing this was going to take a hefty chunk out of Bob's money, throwing Bob a wink as she left you two to talk. 
“I’m sorry.” Bob wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He had felt awful all week and he needed to make amends and find out how he could fix this as soon as he could. 
“Why on earth would you get Hangman to help you get  a girl's number?” Bob froze, you knew. You knew he had needed someone else's help to try and flirt with you. He might not have crashed his plane last week, but tomorrow, it was definitely happening tomorrow. 
“I will regret doing that until the day I die.” Bob groaned out as you watched him squirm in front of you, a laugh leaving you once again at his misery, “He is possibly the worst person I have ever met in my entire life.” 
“Hey, he’s not that bad, considering the groveling he did this week and all.” You shrugged as you continued to wipe down the bar in front of you. 
“What groveling?” Bob hadn’t heard anything about Hangman groveling, but when he threw a look towards his fellow aviators, the shy smile on all their faces, Hangmans in particular, showed that maybe they had been in his corner all along, even if he had messed up as badly as he did. 
“Well, after you told me I looked like a slut,” Bob felt the humiliation flood him again, “Hangman profusely apologized and the lot of them had explained that you may have a crush on me and were just super nervous to ask for my number, so he had offered to coach you and that you may have gotten just a little nervous and duffed it a little bit.” 
“That may have been exactly what happened.” Bob chanced a look at you, the soft smile you sported gave him hope that maybe you weren’t all that mad with him after Hangman had pulled his weight to remedy the situation, “And I think duffed it a little bit is the understatement of the century.” 
“Oh Bobby Floyd, I was just trying to be polite, but you completely fucked it. Didn’t anyone tell you that you only call a girl a slut while you’re busy rawing her from behind?” If Bob didn’t already look like a loser in front of you, him choking on his spit and face going even redder than it already was at the thought of ‘rawing you’ did not do him any favors. 
“Ma’am, I will never call a woman a slut, ever again, under any circumstances, I can promise you that.” Bob had made this promise the second he had said the word to you last week, but this just solidified it to him. 
“Oh, well, that’s a bit of a pity, I was kind of hoping after our third date, you might be willing to while you bed me.” Bob was sure his heart stopped. 
“Date?” It was all he could get out. If he didn’t want to make more of a fool of himself, this was all he was willing to get out. 
“Yeah, the date Hangman offered to pay for, after that first one though, it’s on us.” You were enamored with the look of wonder on his face as you told him you’d be going on a date with him. 
“You’re seriously willing to go on a date with me after everything?” In lieu of an answer, you instead just glanced down to the napkin Bob hadn’t even seen you place in front of him, your name and number scrawled on it, all nice and neat just for him, “I promise it will be the best and most expensive date you ever go on.” The look of absolute shock never leaving his fae=ce as he immediately pocketed your number, not willing to jinx anything more. 
“Oh I bank on it being the most expensive date we ever go on, I mean, it’s the least we can do to thank Hangman for his lesson.” With that you swung your cloth over your shoulder, “I look forward to your call Bobby Floyd.” and with one last wink you were making your way to the other side of the bar to help Penny with the ever increasing amount of patrons swamping the bar for a free drink. 
As Bob stood there with possibly the biggest smile on his face, he felt a nudge to his shoulder, seeing his Captain with a small smile of his own, “Mav”, he greeted with a nod of his head, receiving one in return, embarrassed that his superior had to hear all that. 
“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop Bob, but did she just use the term ‘bed you’ when telling you she hoped you’d call her a slut while you sleep with her?” Mav didn’t really care what term she used, in truth, he was just sure Bob hadn’t even really registered she’d said it at all, and honestly, he was rooting for Bob, he wanted him to know that he hadn’t completely fumbled the bag when it came to you. 
“Bed me?” Bob hadn’t even fully registered what Mav had said before he heard Rooster behind him. 
“He means ‘fuck’ Bob” 
And for the second time, Rooster had to watch Bob end up with a drink all over him at the Hard Deck, this time though it was infinitely funnier as he watched Bob spill his own lemonade all over himself in shock. 
“Did she see that?” Bob’s eyes were closed, refusing to look at you. 
“She definitely saw that” Rooster couldn’t lie, flashing a smile to you as he turned Bob away, “Go, run,” shoving Bob back in the direction of their friends, but Bob couldn’t even find himself to be embarrassed this time as he pulled your number out the closer he got, waving it like a flag as all his friends cheered him on, dripping, covered in lemonade and with your number clutched in his hand. 
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Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 8
A/N- thank you guys so much for being patient with me, I know that cliffhanger shook everyone up but I promise your patience will be rewarded!
Pairing- Jake Seresin x Reader (OC Stormy)
Warnings- injuries, cursing, smut
Song inspo- “Like I’m gonna lose you” - Meghan Trainor
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It had been nearly 6 weeks since your accident, ejecting over the ocean in an aircraft during a dogfight which resulted in your shoot not properly deploying, sending you spiraling towards the ocean at a speed that thankfully didn’t kill you or your pilot. The emergency team that life flighted you to Maryland had to sedate you heavily to manage your pain, so excruciating that it required what the doctor had called a medically induced coma. Broken collarbone, broken left wrist, fractured femur and a gnarly concussion that had you out for several days, waking up alive certainly not what you were expecting; the first thing that caught your eyes was the golden blonde hair and green eyes of the man you loved. Jake had been there through it all, every sleepless night, surgery, pt until you were finally released to go back to your home in Pensacola. You knew your godfather had facilitated some sort of miracle to allow Jake so much time away from his job and for that you couldn’t be more grateful, Uncle Beau couldn’t be your support team so he made sure you had everything you needed.
You were exhausted, the plane ride had been painful and as much as you’d tried to put on a brave face Jake could tell you were suffering, he got you inside and settled in bed and refused to let you do anything other than rest, you knew he had to be running on fumes but if he was he didn’t show it. You weren’t wrong, he was wrung out both emotionally and physically but if he stopped pushing forward he knew he’d break down, there had been nights when you were sedated that he worried you wouldn’t get through it and having to face life alone without you was too much for his heart to bear. Now that he had you home and safe he couldn’t imagine going back to North Island, let alone watching you get back into your jet, the thought sent a shudder through him; losing you was never something he’d imagined before all of this but now it consumed his every waking moment. It wasn’t healthy, and he was a bad liar so he knew you could tell he was fraying at the edges, your doctor had suggested that it would be beneficial for you both to do therapy together or separate and he was sure that was an option that needed to be explored. He started a load of laundry and as the clothes swirled in the washer he scrolled through his phone to find admiral Simpsons number, maybe requesting a transfer could give him the peace he needed to sleep at night.
A week goes by, pt is going well, your godfather has extended Jake’s leave once again but his request for transfer was denied (which you expected and told him at least 1,000 times you didn’t need him to move across the country to babysit you), but you could tell his nerves were shot. when you woke up most nights he wasn’t in the bed, usually in the living room reading or watching tv, sometimes on a run that would last for hours. Therapy hadn’t been easy the first session, you’d rehashed the drama of your crash and had ended it in tears, you’d been assured it would get easier but it felt like it never would, especially with the walls it felt like Jake was building around you. He treated you like glass and it was becoming more and more frustrating, he didn’t want to talk about what was going on in his head, he definitely wouldn’t sleep with you and all you’d gotten were a handful of kisses and hand holding since you’d come back to Florida. It felt like he was pushing you away and that was what you knew would push you over the edge, injuries you could heal from but losing him? That would destroy you.
Jake of course is clueless to your fears, he is just pushing through each day trying to make sure you are healthy and getting better, the thought hasn’t even occurred to him that he’s been distant, how could he be? He’s with you all the time! But when he gets back from his nearly 10 mile run the tension he hadn’t noticed is palpable, you’ve somehow showered and changed without him and when he catches your eyes from your spot on the couch he knows you are ready for a fight. He’s seen that look over a dozen times but never aimed at him, the storm is raging in your features, jaw clenched and eyes red rimmed with tears; you’ve been crying and somehow it’s his fault.
“Baby what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Why didn’t you wait for me? You shouldn’t be doing anything by yourself-“ he started but you waved your hand dismissively and continued to scowl and tear up, he didn’t know what was going on but whatever he’d done he would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he had to. “I’m not hurt, I managed to take my brace off to shower and put it back on by myself, that’s not the problem. The problem is us.” You said the last part in almost a whisper as you burst into tears, you’d never been much for crying when you were upset but everything had gotten so overwhelming and you couldn’t get your thoughts together, Jake surged forward to scoop you up and it didn’t matter that he was sweaty and gross you needed his touch more than you could say. You clawed at his skin and gasped out as you tried to stall your tears, pulling at his face to kiss you and he reciprocated but continued to hold you as gently as possible, afraid to jostle you too much and hurt your leg. Your eyes looked wild as he pulled you back a little to calm you down, but you kept clinging to him and trying to pull him closer, he didn’t want to stop but the fear of hurting you was prevalent so he pulled back completely and stood up, only to be met with another round of tears. “Hey hey, you gotta talk to me sugar I don’t understand what’s going on? You’re scaring me baby, just tell me what it is and I’ll fix it ok?” You looked at him and huffed like a petulant child and he almost laughed but knew it would only make it worse, something was eating you up and he didn’t have a clue where to start. “I don’t understand how you don’t get it, you’re doing it to me right now! You’re pushing me away, I’m not made of glass Jake! You’ve barely touched me since we got home, it’s like you don’t even want me anymore and I can’t stand it!” You wailed out and he had never felt more idiotic in his life. He had been so focused on your recovery that it had never even occurred to him that you would want him like that right now, but of course you did; you needed him physically just like he always had when things were hard and somehow he’d completely missed it. You were still sniffling as he ran his hand over his face and chuckled, which made you scrunch your face up angrily at him because how was this funny? He had been acting like an ass, of course he’d done everything to be your caretaker but damnit you wanted your boyfriend.
“Oh sweet thing I’m so sorry, I really have been stupid huh?” He said as he stepped back into your space and wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I didn’t realize, baby, can I fix it? Take you to bed and show you how sorry I am?” You nodded furiously and put your hands out for him to scoop you up, letting him carry you down the hall to the bedroom as you kissed his face and neck, running your hands through his sweaty hair and down his shoulders. He still treats you like your fragile, but it’s in the form of soft touches and gentle kisses placed all over your body as he removes your clothes, there’s a reverence in the way he loves you, you’d missed the intimacy of being with him so much it hurt, and now that he knew what you needed you knew he’d give you everything. He could tell you were irritated by the leg brace, couldn’t quite get close to him the way you wanted, you were terrible at hiding it with your furrowed brows and frustrated huffs as you tried to gain leverage and push up against him. He stilled you with a hand on your hips and kissed you sweetly on the forehead trying to smooth away the irritation. “You’re so stubborn, lay still and be a good girl ok baby girl I’m gonna get you there I promise, be sweet for me like I know you can.” You huffed out again but did what he asked, watching as he kissed down your torso and hitched your good leg over his shoulder, you were already so wet and gasping for him but he was going to draw this out as long as possible, you said you needed him to touch you so he would until you couldn’t take it anymore.
He was so damn lucky, and he knew it. He could’ve lost you, missed out on moments like this, watching you come undone for him as he tasted you over and over again until you were a crying mess, taking you to the precipice as you writhed and begged for him to let you cum, but he wouldn't let you just yet, white knuckling the sheets and sobbing his name, pussy leaking all over his hands and mouth as your beautiful eyes rolled back, it was heaven on earth being with you like this and he’d never take it for granted. You were positive that you’d come out of your own skin if he didn’t let you come soon, pulling at his hair and pleading him with wasn’t working, and soon you were too far gone to even do that, just letting little noises out as you rolled your head back and forth and gasped his name, and finally he pulled away from you, climbing back up your body to sloppily lick into your mouth, he was covered in you and it was sinful, you couldn’t stop bucking into him and squirming and he just chuckled as he groped your chest and kissed your neck. “Jake- I get it ok, I was being a brat just- just please please fuck me, need it oh fuck please please” you couldn’t stop babbling even as he began to glide his cock through your slick, and he slid into you with no resistance, your body so wound up that you couldn’t stop, immediately clamping down on him and succumbing to your orgasm. He growled into your neck at how good you were, continuing to fuck you through it as you gushed all over him and onto the sheets, he’d been so turned on by edging you that he was hopeless to hold back his own orgasm, thrusting into you hard a few times and spilling into you, both of you sweat slicked and sated, finally feeling like maybe you’d made it through the worst of this season of life.
You’d fallen asleep shortly after, going in and out as he cleaned you up and tucked you in, promises to come back after he started the laundry. You knew it hadn’t been long because the sun was still out but when you woke his side of the bed was still made and cold, so you hobbled down the hall until you could hear him talking to someone on the phone. “I know Mama, she’s gonna be alright but I don’t know how to leave her, I’m scared to death to let her out of my sight let alone in her jet again. Yeah, they’re sending me back next week, I’m gonna do everything I can to make things easier but- I don’t know mama I can ask if she wants the company, she’s got an extra room but I don’t want to overwhelm her, I just want to keep her safe.” You could hear the rawness in his voice, and your heart broke, you weren’t ready to be without him either but he had to go back, you’d already been given too many favors and the navy wasn’t likely to give anymore. “Jake” you called to him and he fumbled with the phone and swiped his eyes, looking up at you with the saddest smile you’d ever seen. “Tell your mama I’d love to have her here, you’re right I could use the company and we are definitely overdue for the girl time.” There it was, his thousand watt smile you fell in love with, he crossed the room to scoop you in his arms and you could see the relief on his face. You swiped the phone from his hand and laughed, “Hey Mama Leigh, how about we order you that plane ticket? We’ve got all sorts of catching up to do, and you can fill me in on all Jake’s most embarrassing stories.”
Leigh Seresin was the very picture of a southern grandma, styled blonde hair and perfect makeup, but none of the catty attitude, just warmth and kindness. When you and Jake picked her up from the airport she pulled you both up into a hug, fussing at you for not using your crutches and producing a big container of homemade chocolate chip cookies. She reminded you so much of your grandmother in so many ways, she wasn’t pushy but she wouldn’t let you lift a finger, making sure you were settled and then ushering Jake into the kitchen to help her make dinner as you dozed on the couch. She knew you were the one for her son, could see it on his face months ago when he’d admitted that you two were together, she wasn’t surprised one bit, she’d known for years that he had a thing for you and eventually you two would figure it out. Checking to make sure you were still asleep she dug through her never ending coach bag (Jake always called her Mary poppins because she seemed to have everything) and produced a small velvet box. “You said you wanted me to give this to you when you were ready, and I know right now may not be the right time but son one day it will be. She’s the right one sweetheart, I can feel it in my bones.” There inside the little green box was the thing he’d dreamed about putting on your finger from that very first weekend, Grandma Seresin’s vintage engagement ring. He knew he’d have to wait a little while, let you heal up all the way and see where your career took you but holding it in his hand and watching you sleep on the couch he couldn’t help but feel like everything was falling into place.
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Reviewing every rpg book on my shelf: 5, Flying Circus
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Flying Circus is a a game by Erika Chappell where you fly planes, have messy dramatic relationships, and find out who you are. Sometimes all at the same time. More specifically you fly *rickety planes from the dawn of aviation* and have messy, dramatic relationships, and find out who you are *in an essentially queer way*.
The first thing I love about Flying Circus is it's sheer audacity in taking pbta (usually deployed for low crunch storygame-y titles) and twisting it into a highly detailed and technical system for running dogfights. I think its really clever how Erika has taken the idea of a detailed combat system are re-appraised it from the ground up in the context of dogfighting.
There is no grid based movement here, it simply is not useful in the three dimensional world that planes inhabit. Instead your positioning is modelled through altitude and air speed, with each being tradeable for the other and spend able to perform maneuvers.
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Honestly the whole system is rather intimidating (a fact the book freely admits). Each plane requires a little personal instrument panel sheet (and a few extra side sheets) that resemble somthing you would expect in a euro-game boardgame more than an rpg. The system goes as far as modelling how your plane performs as you use up your modelling fuel and with varying altitude. There are also a lot of fairly involved moves that it feels would be a little tricky to keep aware of while running a dogfight. However, from what I hear, the system works well and, once you understand it, isn't /that/ tricky to run. I think this isn't actually that crunchy when compared to your standard tactical battlers, it's just completely new (and working in a zone most people have less of an intuitive understanding of [although its worth noting that most peoples intuitive understanding of medieval style combat is dead wrong]) so we are unably to draw upon our preexisting assumptions.
You will notice I have to fall back on reports and intiitions here because I am yet to be able to play the game, which is honestly my biggest problem with it: it carves such a specific niche that I think I will really struggle to ever bring it to the table. Anyone I have talked to about the game has always responded to the effect of 'I don't think I'm into planes enough for this'.
I am also not half as into planes specifically as Erika Chappell is. But what I am into is getting deep into things in general, and this whole system excels at letting you get incredibly technical and nerdy about your plane (as far as things like exactly what radiator fluid it has, if you use the advanced rules) and making those choices actually matter in play.
ok, that's probably enough about planes (a phrase I anticipate has never once been uttered by the author of this book), what are you doing when you get out of the planes?
The game follows a cycle of mission and downtime, which you spend relieving stress (in healthy or unhealthy ways) and running upkeep on your company. This is where you do a lot of the character work and bring into focus the 'coming of age' narrative that the game intends.
Which seems a good lead in to talking about the playbooks. Each playbook is focused around a particular thematic idea or experience, which is helpfully spelled out directly in a 'themes' section for each one. This isn't a game where you play as a fighter because you want to solve problems by hitting them but rather one where you play as a Fisher because you want to engage with "a queer reclamation of the monstous", or a scion because you want to engage with "privilege and power, and what obligations come with it", or a believer because you want to engage with "a mindset that thrives on radicalism", or a survivor because you want to engage with "a metaphor for what it feels like to be a transgender person escaping an unwelcome or abusive situation".
Obviously, alongside themes you do also get a load of cool abilities to use.
Of the many games that claim to be ghibli-esque but I think Flying Circus hews closest on account of two things: understanding miyazaki's perspective on war and also due to being absolutely unhinged about planes.
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So happy that you added top gun maverick to your fandom list. If you’re up for it could you do a Rooster x reader enemies to lovers where he’s in love with her but doesn’t want to get attached to anyone cause what happened to his dad and his repressed feelings manifest as him teasing and picking on her. She takes it like a champ and throws it right back at him (which only makes him fall for her more). One day she gets hurt (she can be another pilot or something else if you’d prefer) and she’s expecting him to make fun of her for fucking up but instead he’s very serious about taking care of her. Then they both confess their feelings for each other.
i am always up for top gun
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y/c means your callsign btw
In a world as crazy as that of the US Navy pilots, you’ve learned to treasure the brief moments of peace. They come few and far between, usually overshadowed by missions of great calamity. Those you can find, though, are certainly wonderful indeed. 
You’re in the midst of one of such instances of tranquility now, staring over the railing of a balcony high up in one of the administrative buildings. It offers you a beautiful view of the ocean, which is not too far off in the distance. It’s just you and your best friend Phoenix. Also the pilot you hate most of all briskly walking your way. 
Rooster. 
No. 
Thus another blissful moment is ruined. You turn to Natasha with a look of utter horror, and she has to clap a hand over her mouth to stop from breaking out in laughter. You glance around for a chance to flee, but Bradshaw’s too close, there’s nothing you can do but face him.
His footsteps stop behind you, and your knuckles tighten on the balcony railing. “Rooster. How wonderful of you to ruin my morning.”
You don’t have to look behind you to know that Rooster’s fixing you with the same smug grin he always seems to wear whenever you’re around. “Y/C. Still searching for ways to be faster than me? I admit, the ocean is pretty big and beautiful and all that, but it still might not be deep enough to hold all the secrets you’d need to beat my records.”
You snort. “A puddle would hold all the secrets I’d need to beat you. I already do that.”
You turn around at last, and Bradley folds his arms across his chest, the perfect picture of military indignation. “Is that so?” He asks slowly, “because I seem to remember Maverick struggling way more to take me out yesterday morning than he did for you.”
“I recall it being the opposite that afternoon,” you reply. “I wouldn’t blame you for having a bad memory, though. You’re bad at everything.”
By your side, Phoenix makes a choking sound that’s most likely her trying to disguise another laugh. “Keep it down, you guys. We only get one morning off from practice, and I’m trying to enjoy it without the constant sound of you two sniping at each other.”
“You don’t have to worry about Rooster sniping at me,” you say pleasantly, “he’d never hit. Just like in a plane.”
You think you see Rooster’s jaw drop, just a little. “So not true. I’d kick your ass in a dogfight any day if Maverick would let us fight each other instead of him.”
You arch a brow. “Then how about you ask him to let us fight? You’re close to him, aren’t you? Go use your advantage for an actual result instead of just trying to get a better showing than me. At least that’s a reasonable goal.”
Bradley scoffs. “That so? I think you’d go down in about half a second.”
“Not a chance,” you declare, “I’d have you in my sights in less time than it takes you to do a roll.”
“Prove it,” Rooster says, “I’d hate to think you’re just talk.”
During the course of the conversation/expressions of deep hatred, you and Bradley have slowly gravitated towards each other, unconsciously taking a step forward in an attempt to get the upper hand. Right now, the two of you are practically breathing down each other’s shirts, neither willing to back down first.
It takes Natasha sighing exasperatedly and shoving the two of you apart for the situation to ease. “Back off, you two. Is it possible for you to stop fighting for two seconds? You’re worse than Hangman.”
You chuckle. “That’s a pretty terrible comparison. Alright, Nat, let’s go somewhere with a better view. I’m getting tired of this one at the moment.”
You widen your eyes in mock horror as you say it, and Rooster rolls his eyes. Ignoring him, you link your arm around Phoenix’s and lead her away. 
Natasha starts grinning once Bradley is out of earshot. “You guys are insane, you know that? At some point, you’re going to have to stop flirting with each other and actually go get drinks or something.”
You nearly choke on your own indignation. “Flirting? Natasha Trace, you must be out of your mind. I’m not flirting in the slightest.”
“You must be serious, you’re using my full name,” Phoenix muses, “but you’re wrong. You guys have more tension than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“Yeah,” you agree, “tension because we hate each other. Bad tension.”
“Good tension,” she argues, “because you love each other dearly.”
You shove her on the shoulder, but the action only serves to make Natasha’s smile broaden. “You can’t say anything to convince me otherwise,” she reminds you, “I know what I see.”
You roll your eyes. “You might have to get your vision checked if you’re that blind.”
Despite your comebacks, you can’t be annoyed with Phoenix forever, even if she’s way off in her predictions of what is to come between you and Rooster. She’s your best friend, both among the pilots and outside of work.
That’s why she must know better than to think that you and Bradley would ever be interested in each other that way. First of all, Rooster would never allow that to happen, your own feelings be damned. He’s been a lone wolf since day one. Sure, he’ll talk to his friends, and get drinks with a big crowd just like anyone else, but he’s not looking for anyone closer than a buddy from work. That much is certain.
There are rumors, of course, about why that would be. Some whisper that Bradley lost his father in an airplane crash and so he refuses to let himself get attached to any one pilot out of fear of history repeating itself. Others say that he’s so competitive about getting the top result that he wouldn’t want to weaken himself by tying himself to another pilot.
Regardless, you know one thing for sure:  Rooster is not the kind of person to fall for you. Ever. From the moment he met you, Bradley’s been teasing you nonstop. The two of you engage in verbal warfare every time you’re stuck in a room together for longer than a minute. During aerial practice, the two of you risk your necks to outdo each other, and back on solid ground, you’re firing comebacks at each other like missiles.
Thus, the force of Bradley’s obstinance alone could thwart any idea of yours. There are no ideas of yours, though, none in the slightest. Rooster is a thorn in your side, a too-clever piece trying to stop you from crossing the chess board and beating him once and for all. If you have ever looked at him with different eyes, ones that shine instead of glare, that must be blamed on too many drinks or too many late nights. Anything else would be traitorous.
So, you turn your focus towards doing better, always doing better. Maverick’s demands for his selected group of pilots are a hair short of perfection; seeing as you’re one of them, you have to cross that line, be flawless as no other fighter pilot can be. You are the best of the best, but you must prove it every single time you crawl into your cockpit.
Maybe that’s why you end up pushing harder than you should during daily practice. Maybe that’s why you ignore every warning thrown your way that you’re going to get in trouble. In the end, you do, but not over a disciplinary violation. Instead, the danger headed your way is physical.
You didn’t crash. You feel like that should be stated another dozen times. Your plane was never impacted, nor was anyone harmed. The whole thing happened so quickly that you’d swear it was just a figment of your imagination were it not for the radio logs played over and over again, showing just what you did.
More specifically, the comms show what you didn’t do, and that was stay conscious during the flight. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends just trying to keep your place ahead of the other pilots, and it’s finally slowing you down instead of speeding you up. You were coming out of a sharp dive when the exhaustion took its toll.
You passed out then and there. Maverick’s shouting over your comms didn’t do anything to wake you up. Your eyes opened when you were far below the hard deck, plummeting towards the ground. It took every bit of skill in you to pull the nose of your plane up and save yourself from fiery impact.
Even after you landed, your trouble wasn’t over. You barely managed to climb out of the cockpit before you were passing out again, tumbling over the edge of the plane and falling towards the hard ground below. Your head would have struck the concrete if it weren’t for someone managing to catch you, and of all the people to be your savior, it was Rooster.
That still bewilders you. You ended up staying in the medical wing for a couple of hours with an IV to get your stats back to normal, but you’ve been cleared since then, let go with a warning to take it easy. From the moment you regained consciousness and learned what happened, you haven’t been able to stop wondering why Bradley would have been the one to catch your falling body and not any one of the other pilots.
For one thing, he would have had to act quickly to notice and grab you before your head hit the ground. For another, he would have had to be by your plane in the first place. That means Bradley was waiting for you, something he has obviously never done before. The whole situation makes no sense, and your mood isn’t exactly lifted to see Rooster waiting for you by the door of the med wing when you finally get out.
He’s been leaning up against the wall, but straightens up when he sees you. “Y/C. Good to see you upright.”
Your head is still a little fuzzy, and you really, really don’t want to hear him sniping at you, especially not after the results of the day. You don’t lose control, not when you’re in a plane. You can already picture him calling you out for that little lapse, so you decide to cut to the chase and cut him off before Bradley gets the chance.
You hold up a hand before he can say anything else. “I don’t want to hear it,” you warn him.
Rooster blinks in surprise. “Hear what?”
You laugh bitterly. “You’re here to make fun of me for passing out, obviously. If I hear a single joke about me falling for you, I’ll kick your knees in, how about that?”
“Well, I’d prefer if my knees stay intact,” Rooster says slowly, “besides, that’s not why I’m here.”
You stare at him, confused. “Why the hell else would you be here?”
Bradley spreads his hands. “To check in on you. You’ve got us all worried, Y/C. I just happen to prefer you alive rather than dead, and I wanted to make sure you were going to stay that way.”
This takes you by surprise. “Really?”
He laughs. “Is it really that much of a shocker that I might care about if you’re alright? I saw you fall when you were in that plane. I thought you wouldn’t be able to save yourself. I haven’t been shaken like that since–”
Bradley cuts himself off abruptly, but you sense what he was trying to say. No one has clear memories when they’re that young, but losing your father would do something to remind you of what it’s like to hurt.
You reach over and gently place a hand on Rooster’s back. “I’m okay,” you assure him, “due in part to someone making sure I stayed that way. Thanks for catching me.”
“Thanks for catching yourself when you were in the air,” he replies back, “that would have been harder for me to stop. Just don’t make it a habit. I’m not used to doubting you.”
You laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be this nice to me. Keep doing it, will you?”
Rooster’s smile is soft when you look back at him. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
It occurs to you that Phoenix might have been right. You’ll have to check in with her later and ask what other revelations she’d been keeping from you. In the meantime, you’re perfectly content to walk back with Bradley, to talk and be happy with him. You don’t think you need anything else. Not even a top finish.
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steampunkforever · 8 months
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We sold your golden retriever boyfriend to an underground dogfighting ring. We told him it was about planes but hes gonna get his throat ripped out by an irish wolfhound
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The Life I Didn't Know
Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, f!reader Summary: Mickey Garcia thought returning to Top Gun was the most life-changing thing to ever happen to him. And that was before a ghost from his past confronted him on the tarmac. What you tell him next will change both how he views his past and his vision for his future. Word Count: 4591 TW: Lies, Secret Reveals, Hidden Child, Ghosting, Confessions; Unplanned Pregnancy; Reader is a Mom Note: Written for day 12 of @whumpthemusical's event for "Unplanned Pregnancy" from Waitress. Thank you to @musings-of-a-rose for your ask that inspired this fic 🥰 I'm just sorry it's taken almost 10 months to finish (but I guess it fits thematically 😂). And thank you to @topguncortez and @lorecraft for beta reading for me! 💕
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Mickey Garcia always expected the greatest honor of his career would be when he was accepted into Top Gun. However, he never imagined he would be chosen to return as one of the best of the best a few years later. Yet he had done it! Selected along with his pilot and close friend, Payback, as one of the few to train for a top-secret mission. It was a dream come true.
He met most of the other aviators the night before at the Hard Deck, and with one possible exception, everyone seemed very nice and supportive. Then, after the debriefing this morning, he was excited—if a little nervous—about the next few weeks of training. He still can’t believe he was selected as a potential member of the mission. He doesn’t have high expectations for being chosen, but he is still going to try his very best.
After running back out to his car to grab some paperwork, he’s heading for the row of hangars so he can meet Payback to prep their plane for their first practice, a wide grin spread across his face. The fact he is about to fly in a training dogfight with Maverick—the Maverick—still feels like a dream to him. It feels like he’s being trained by Han Solo or Captain Kirk! He is a legend that other legends look up to and Mickey had never imagined he would get an opportunity like this. Could this day get any better?
Mickey should have known better than to send something like that into the universe.
As he reaches the tarmac, Mickey suddenly stumbles to a stop and his face drops as he catches sight of the ghost from his past standing in the way, almost as if waiting for him. But it’s impossible. He double-checked the roster ten times just to make sure there was no chance you were going to be here. 
And yet here you are. Five—almost six—years older but still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. 
“Falcon…” 
You worry your lip between your teeth just like you used to when you got nervous or were deep in thought, but your eyes shine brightly when your callsign slipped from his lips. “Hey there, Fanboy.” 
Oh, God… that voice. Instantly, a thousand memories flash through Mickey’s mind: the first time he laid eyes on you at boot camp with your brilliant smile and Death Star tattoo; flying with you as his pilot, and how he instantly knew he never wanted to fly with anyone else; you dubbing him Fanboy after seeing him nearly burst into tears after running into William Shatner in a coffee shop and him naming you Falcon after the iconic Star Wars ship; all the stolen, secret moments and rendezvous as your friendship blossomed into something deeper despite the risk of Command finding out; the morning he found your letter left on his bunk saying you had transferred and had already left without a warning or a goodbye.
With a Herculean effort, Mickey pulls himself together enough to ask, “Wha…. What are you doing here?”
“I work here. I’ve been an instructor at Top Gun for the past two years.” Your leg is bouncing slightly and you keep clenching and unclenching your hands. “I guess you were in the class the year before I started, but I was so proud when I heard you made it. Of course, I always knew you could.”
Instructors. Mickey groans softly to himself. He had been so focused on what other aviators  had been recruited for the mission it never crossed his mind to check who the instructors would be. But it’s too late to do anything about it now. 
“So, does that mean you’ll be teaching me?” It’s hard enough seeing you standing before him. But if he has to see you on a daily basis, listen to your lessons, follow your orders…there is no way he’ll make it the next three weeks.
Luckily, you shake your head. “No, it’s all top secret and I don’t have the clearance. I’m not even sure what your mission is. All they’ve told us is that they need the best of the best in the hopes of completing it, so I wasn’t surprised to see your name on the list. I never flew better than with you in my backseat.”
Mickey silently sighs in relief before he jams his hands in his pockets and coldly asks, “If you don’t have anything to do with my mission, what do you want, Falcon? After you disappeared for almost six years, I don’t really have anything I want to say to you. I think it’s better if we keep things the way you wanted it and just pretend the other doesn’t exist.” 
He starts to walk around you, but you step in front of him, holding up your hand to block his retreat. “Is that really what you think I did? Left and never gave you another thought? Because you’re wrong. I think about you every single day, Mickey. And I haven’t been able to get into a plane without you in my head. No matter who I’m flying with, your voice is in my headset giving me directions, or doing systems checks, or failing to stump me with random trivia about another movie or tv show just like it used to be.” You take a deep breath as you let your hand drop to your side. “But maybe if I didn’t care, it would make all of this easier. I–”
You are close to tears as your voice trembles with every word, but Mickey is having none of it. “No! Uh uh. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to act like you’re the one who was hurt here,” he says, jamming his finger accusingly at you. “You’re the one who put in for a transfer without even talking to me about it first, so don’t act like you’re the victim. One day, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, flying with the woman I love at the stick, and the next, I wake up to a note telling me you’d left to fly with another unit. No explanation. No nothing. I never even got to say goodbye! You just disappeared from my life and you took my heart with you. But you never gave a shit.”
“Yes, I did! I swear!” Tears now begin to flow freely down your cheeks. You try to close the distance between you, but when Mickey steps back, you stop. Clutching your arms across your chest, you beg, “Mickey, I loved you. If there had been another way, I would have moved Heaven and Earth to stay with you but I didn’t have a choice.”
“Really?” Mickey scoffs. “Why not?”
“Because they found out about us.”
Needing no further context to understand what you are referring to, a cold dread washes over him. “W-who did?” 
“Command. They heard from a few different people that we were ‘fraternizing’ outside of our duties. That we had started sleeping together a few months earlier and that it had evolved into an actual relationship.”
Mickey shakes his head as, in a softer tone, he says, “I never told anyone. I swear.”
Smiling warmly at him, you say, “I never doubted that. And just so you know, I didn’t either. But someone must have found some sort of evidence and turned us in. I tried to find out who, but I never had any luck. All I know is I got called into the discipline office and they said they were starting an investigation into our alleged relationship and if it were true…” 
You take a deep breath as your arms tighten around your chest. “I knew if they went looking, they’d find out about us so I did the only thing I could think of to save our careers. I told them it wasn’t true but if they were still concerned, I would voluntarily opt for a different WSO or even transfer to another unit if that would clear things up. And they took me up on my offer.”
Missing pieces of Mickey’s past suddenly start to click into place. While it was against regulation for pilots and their backseaters to “fraternize” with any kind of romantic or sexual relationship, the rule was hardly ever enforced. However, around the time you disappeared, a pilot in another unit almost botched a mission saving his injured WSO instead of carrying out his assignment. When it was discovered they were in a romantic relationship at the time, Command began taking the regulation very seriously. Mickey recalls the two of you even had a nervous conversation about it at one point but just agreed to be more discreet while on base. 
However, it still left some gaping holes in your excuse.
“But why did you do it? Some anonymous jerk claims we were dating and that’s it? We could have fought it. If you had told me what was going on, we could have both denied everything and there was no way they could prove it.”
“Yes, they could.” Your voice quivers slightly even as you scoff humorlessly. “There was one piece of undeniable proof that would have had us both discharged if they had discovered it.”
“What?”
Tears slip from your eyes as you whisper, “I was pregnant.”
All the air is sucked from Mickey’s lungs. He feels like he’s doing barrel rolls in his jet as the world spins around him and an immense pressure weighs on his chest. “You… you were… what?”
You nod gently. “I had only found out a few days before and I was trying to figure out how to tell you. But then the investigation was brought up and it changed everything. All they had was the word of someone else we were dating, but if they knew I was pregnant with your baby, well, that’s pretty solid evidence. I didn’t know if you wanted kids. Hell, I didn’t even know if I wanted kids. So, I didn’t say anything and they transferred me two days later.”
“How could you not tell me?” Mickey whispers, trying to wrap his head around this life-changing revelation. “I would have been by your side for every minute. We could have figured it out together, we could have found a way to make it work. But even if we couldn’t, I loved you. I wanted to spend my life with you. And if that meant giving up everything else, I would have done it.”
“I know you would have. And that’s why I couldn’t say anything.” You take a few steps towards him. This time, Mickey doesn’t move back, but you still keep a little space between you so you don’t overwhelm him. “I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t let me leave and it would be the end of both our careers. We’d both worked so hard to get where we were, I couldn’t let you throw everything away for a kid I still didn’t know if I even wanted. And by the time I had decided, it was too late to change what I’d done. So, when I reported to Command I was pregnant a few months later, I said it was from a nameless one-night stand I met at a bar right after I transferred.”
Mickey’s head is still reeling from everything you have told him, yet he catches one important detail in what you just said. “Wait. You reported it. Does that mean…did you…do we…?”
“Yeah, Mickey,” you half sob as more tears flow steadily down your face. “We have a son.”
“A son…” 
It is the final straw. Stumbling over to the nearby wall, Mickey slides down it until he is sitting on the ground and rests his head on his knees. He has a son. A four- or five-year-old son that he never knew about. Someone who was already walking, and talking, and going to school. Who was his own person with his own personality and likes and dislikes. Who Mickey knows absolutely nothing about.
The two of you had never talked about whether you wanted kids or a family. Until the moment you disappeared, Mickey had never doubted you both loved each other deeply but your relationship had been too complicated by rules and regulations to face what might happen in the future. So, the two of you had lived in the moment and tried to enjoy what time you had together instead of talking about the future. But that didn’t mean Mickey hadn’t thought about it. He had known from a young age he wanted to be a father. He helped take care of his younger siblings growing up and he couldn’t wait to have a family of his own. 
So to find out now that he has a child is simultaneously exhilarating and devastating. He could have had everything he had always dreamed of, but you had taken all those early milestones, all those precious irreplaceable moments with his son, and Mickey doesn’t know how to accept that. What if his son never forgives him for not being there? Mickey might not have known he even existed until a few moments ago, but that doesn’t change the fact his son has had to grow up not knowing what it was like to have a father. To have a void in his life where others around him had a loving, supportive presence. Will his son even want him in his life at this point?
He hears you walking over to him and can see your feet stop a few inches from him out of the corner of his eye. 
In a voice thick with tears, you whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so incredibly sorry. I just…I didn’t…I didn’t know…” You can’t find the words to finish that sentence.
“Why are you telling me this now?” Mickey raises his head to glare up at you, all of his swirling emotions finding a much-needed target to explode at. “Even if I accept why you let them transfer you or that you didn’t tell me right then, why didn’t you tell me at any point during the last five years! Is it just because I’m here? If I hadn’t come back to Top Gun, would you ever have told me?”
You open your mouth to respond but then close it again as you try to find the best way to answer. “Those are all fair questions. I figured if I told you while I was still pregnant or right after I gave birth, we would still get in trouble. My superiors weren’t happy that I had just transferred to fly with one of their WSOs and this happened but they had to accept it. I flew for another month or two but then I was placed on desk duty until I got this job at Top Gun. I hated being grounded but at least I was someplace consistent where I could go home to my family every night.”
“‘Your family’? Do you mean you…?” Maybe his son has had a father-figure in his life after all.
You seem confused for a moment but as soon as you realize what he is asking, you quickly clarify, “Oh, no, no, no! Nothing like that. My mom moved in a month before I gave birth and stayed so she could watch the kiddo while I was at work.” You duck your head to stare at the ground as you mutter, “But no, there, uh, there hasn’t been anyone like that since you. I’ve got one little man who has my whole heart, and between him and work, I don’t have the time or the energy to spend on anyone else.”
Mickey hates the way his heart warmed slightly at that. He should hate you right now, not be happy that you aren’t with someone. Quickly changing the topic before he lets himself dwell on that for too long, he says, “You still haven’t answered my question. Why now? Why are you telling me about him now?”
“He asked about you.”
“What?”
“Well, not you specifically but he started asking about his dad. He doesn’t understand….” Your voice breaks as your lip begins to quiver. Mickey’s resolve wavers and he starts to reach for your hand but then he remembers the reason you are upset in the first place and lets his hand fall. Taking a deep breath, you continue, “He’s too young to understand and I’m too selfish to admit it’s my fault you’re not there, so I just told him his dad was a Naval aviator like me and he’s off protecting everyone from danger. I was hoping…I don’t know what I was hoping, but it didn’t satisfy him like I thought it would. Two weeks ago, he told me all he wants for his birthday next month is to meet his dad.”
“He…he wants to meet me?” Mickey asks.
You nod. “And I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea where in the world you were, if you had your own family by now, or if you would even want to meet him once you knew. But then a few days ago I saw you were coming here and…it seemed like fate. I knew telling you would be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I couldn’t go home and look into our son’s eyes if I didn’t at least try. That’s why I’m telling you now.”
“So this is just a way for you to clear your conscience?” Mickey asks. “You finally tell me I have a son, and that’s supposed to absolve you of everything? You took nearly five years I could have had with him away from me! I missed out on so many firsts!” Mickey suddenly freezes, all the anger evaporating in an instant as a sober realization sets in. “I still don’t even know his name….”
“Miguel. His name’s Miguel.” 
Tears spring to Mickey’s eyes as he whispers, “Miguel?”
You smile at the reverence on Mickey’s face. “It was the only name I ever considered.” Pulling out your phone and tapping the screen a few times, you offer it to him. “It turns out it was perfect. He’s the spitting image of his namesake.”
With shaking hands, Mickey takes the phone from you. Looking down, he sees a little boy staring back at him with a wide grin that’s too big for his face, a mess of dark curly hair, and rich brown eyes that make Mickey feel like he is looking into a mirror. You weren’t far off. Miguel looks almost exactly like the baby photos Mickey had seen of himself at that age. However, he can also see traces of you in the toddler’s face; in the shape of his lips and the cut of his jaw. There’s no way to deny it any longer. This was his kid. Yours and his together. 
Watching the waves of emotions washing across his face, you murmur, “I swear, I never wanted to hurt you…either of you. I just didn’t know what to do and then, once I made a decision, I didn’t know how to tell you the truth. The longer I put it off, the more impossible it got to tell you. But you did nothing wrong and I just thought he should have another piece of you to carry with him, even if he doesn’t understand it yet.”
Mickey swipes his finger across the phone and the photo changes to one of you balancing Miguel on your hip as you point towards the camera. He looks younger here but the same joy is evident on his face as he clings to you with one arm and to a ratty-looking Spider-Man plush in the other. Another swipe shows Miguel blowing out a candle on a birthday cake shaped like a Stegosaurus. There is a big “4” balloon floating in the background next to a woman Mickey recognizes as your mother. He swipes again to see a picture of you fast asleep in a rocking chair with an infant Migual curled on your chest. He is so tiny that he could only have been a month or two old. You look disheveled and exhausted even in sleep, yet Mickey doesn’t think he can remember a time you were more breathtaking.
He is about to swipe again when something at the top of the picture stops him. Zooming in closer, he inhales sharply. 
There is a small framed drawing hanging on the wall just above Miguel’s crib. It’s of two stick people looking at each other with little hearts above their heads. He doubts a single other person would have ever noticed it, but he would recognize it anywhere. He had doodled it on a note he slipped you right after his friendship with you had developed into a romance. And you had kept it all of these years then hung it so it would watch over your son.
Tears that have been threatening to fall finally crest over his eyes as Mickey chokes out, “Can I meet him?”
“You really want to?”
He nods before tearing his eyes from the phone to look up at you. “Yeah. More than anything.”
“Okay, then yeah, of course you can,” you say eagerly as your face lights up. But then it dims slightly as you add, “But, um, I think it’s better if we wait just a few days.” Mickey starts to protest but you hold up your hand. “I know I’ve already made you wait far too long for this, but we need to figure out some things first and I’m sure once you’ve had time to process everything, you’ll have a million questions. I just want you to be as prepared for this as possible so you both feel comfortable. It’s a big deal and Miguel is the sweetest kid you’ll ever meet, but he is pretty shy around new people and I don’t want to just spring this on him without talking to him first.”
Mickey can’t help smiling to himself. He was the exact same way when he was little. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I already have a thousand questions and I’m sure by tomorrow, I’ll have a thousand more. How ‘bout we say Friday after training? I could come over or meet you guys somewhere or whatever you think is best.”
You hesitate for a minute. “I have an appointment Friday afternoon and I’m not sure how long it’ll last. Why don’t we do Saturday morning? We could meet for pancakes. That’ll definitely get you on Miguel’s good side.”
“Pancakes it is.” Mickey climbs to his feet and holds out your phone to you. But just as you are about to take it, he pulls it back slightly. “Um…do you think…could you send me some photos of Miguel?”
Smiling softly, you say, “Of course, Mickey. As many as you want. And I have some videos too. Do you still have the same number?”
“You still have it saved?” Mickey asks in surprise.
You duck your head. “I couldn’t delete it. I stared at it countless nights with my finger hovering over the call button, but I always chickened out. However, I knew one day I’d find the strength to tell you everything, and when that happened, I’d need a way to contact you so I kept it. I’m still just so sorry it took me this long.”
Mickey sighs as he stares off across the open tarmac. “Part of me gets it, you know? It was a no-win situation given the circumstances.”
“Yeah…” you mutter, wrapping your arms around yourself once again. “I felt like I was in my own personal Kobayashi Maru except no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t figure out how to cheat the system.”
Oh God. The ease at which that perfect Star Trek metaphor slips from your lips once again has Mickey flashing back to all the little reasons he fell in love with you in the first place. However, after the secrets you revealed today, he can’t let himself fall back into what was. 
“That might be true, but another part of me doesn’t know if I can ever forgive you for stealing these last five years I could have had with my son.” He scrubs his hand over his closely buzzed hair. “Right now, I just don’t know how to feel about you or what you did. However, I do know that I can be pleasant and get along when we’re around Miguel, though I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to get back to a point where we’re friends again.”
You bob your head, tears dampening your eyes even as a small smile spreads across your face. “That’s fair. That’s more than fair. Honestly, I half expected you never to want to see me again after I told you, so I’ll take pleasant. Thank you, Mickey.”
He nods and holds out your phone. As you take it, your fingers brush against his and Mickey feels a jolt run up his arm as he touches you for the first time in almost six years. And based on the way your eyes widened, you felt it too. The two of you gaze at each other, your hands still both holding the phone between you. Mickey feels his heart start to race slightly in his chest, and he wonders if maybe he’s wrong and forgiving you won’t be as difficult as he thinks it is. 
But then you pull the phone from his hand and slip it into your pocket. Taking a few steps back, you mutter, “I’ll send you those pictures. And please do text me any questions you have this week. Otherwise, I’ll call you Friday to figure out the details for breakfast Saturday.”
And with that, you pivot and hurry across the tarmac before disappearing into one of the hangars.
For several minutes, Mickey continues to stare at where you had been standing, still half wondering if anything that just happened was real or not. He always knew returning to Top Gun would be life-changing, but he had never expected this in a million years. 
Still in a daze, he stumbles off towards the hangar where his plane is housed. As he approaches, he sees Payback already dressed in his flight suit and busy checking out the plane. He looks up when he hears Mickey approaching.
“Hey, there you are. I thought you were just gonna be a minute.” As he gets closer, Payback does a double-take when he notices Mickey’s face. “Oh, man, are you okay?”
Mickey is still wondering that himself, but he says, “Yeah… yeah, I’m good.”
As Mickey walks past him to put his stuff in his locker and pull out his flight suit, Payback follows him, concern etched across his face. “Dude, you’re a mess.”
“I’m not a mess.”
“Yeah, you are. You look like you’re about to pass out and I can tell you’ve been crying.”
“Yeah, guess I have.” Just then, Mickey’s phone vibrates and he pulls it out to see you have sent him a link to a folder filled with hundreds of pictures and videos of Miguel. Just a brief scan of them makes tears begin to well up in his eyes once more. But when he looks back up at Payback, the smile on his face is so wide it hurts. “But it’s all good. In fact… It’s never been better.”
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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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I Got You -Chapter 5
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Pairing- Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female! Kazansky reader
Word count- 2,084
Warnings- Language, mentions of domestic violence, injuries, and abuse, abusive boyfriend, hurt reader, protective Jake. If I missed something, please let me know.
A/N- Before we get any further into this, there will be a few differences from the movie. Ice was sick, but beat it, the aviators are there for a six-week training, not three. I'm sure there are going to be Naval inaccuracies. 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. Thank you to @slightly-psycho-multifan for beta'ing!
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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Penny is still sitting across the street, after Y/N has made her way back inside the house.  ‘What is she doing here?’  Penny asks herself.  It wasn’t long ago Sarah had been telling her how upset she was about not seeing her daughter in a few months.  The distraught mother told Penny, her daughter barely even calls anymore. 
As she goes over the conversation in her head, she swears Sarah had told her Y/N was living in LA with her boyfriend.  Oh, has she heard the complaints about him from Ice and Sarah, but they couldn’t seem to get their daughter to see what they did.  So, what’s she doing here now with Jake?  As Penny drives away from the house, she knows what it is Jake owes her to repay her for this little trip.  Answers. 
Back on base the aviators are getting ready to suit up and head back to the ready room to wait.  Or in Jake's case, just head to the ready room. By now, everyone is just leaving the agitated aviator to himself.  By the time the last pair of planes is in the air, Jake can’t take the boredom of just sitting around anymore, especially with his lack of sleep. As the sound of dogfighting comes over the radio, he shuts his eyes.  It will just be for a second.  He’s awoken a short time later, by Hondo yelling his callsign.  Apparently, he came to dismiss the group for the day.  The others have already cleared out, and Hangman tries to gather himself.  
“Sorry Hondo.”
“What’s going on with you today, Hangman?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Hopefully that nothing is taken care of tomorrow.’
“Yes, sir.”
Great Jake thinks as he makes his way to the locker room.  Everyone is on his ass today.  He doesn't bother changing, it’s not like he did anything today. Just grabs his bag from the locker and tries to leave.
“Yo, Hangman.  You comin’ to the Hard Deck tonight?” Coyote questions before he can get out of the locker room.
“Can’t tonight.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I’ve got things to do.”
“Is that thing the reason you were late this morning?  Should we expect you to be grounded again tomorrow?”  Rooster tries to push him.
“Where did you disappear to last night?” Coyote asks. 
He doesn’t stop to answer his friend or rival, just hurries out of the building.  First stop, the pharmacy, to drop off your prescription.  Then a quick stop at the Hard Deck to pay Penny, followed by a grocery run, then back to the pharmacy. 
Throwing on a smile Jake makes his way inside the bar.  Amelia is at the counter working on something, and Penny is wiping out glasses behind the bar.  
“We aren’t open yet,” Amelia calls out as Penny turns.
“I know, I just need to settle up with your mom for a favor.”
Penny quickly looks at her daughter, before turning back to the aviator.  “Let’s go outside.”
Amelia stares at the two of them as they exit the building to the back patio.  Her mom has been a little weird this afternoon. 
“Thank you so much for helping me out with that, Penny.  I really appreciate it.”
“Is Y/N Kazansky at your place?”
Jake stares at her for a moment, how does she know?  “I’m sorry, what?”
“Don’t lie to me, Jake.  I saw her grab the food.  There were bruises on her face too, I know it.”
Sighing he walks away from Penny and over to the edge of the railing looking out over the water.  Penny comes and stands next to him.   
“What’s going on?  Sarah told me she was in LA.”
“It’s not my story to tell.  She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s here.  Please, please promise me you won’t tell anyone?  That includes her parents.”  He turns his head to look at the bartender next to him.
“How long has she been here?”  When he doesn’t answer she continues on.  “You want me to keep this secret, I need some answers.”
“I went to LA last night and picked her up.”
“That’s why you ran out of here like your tail was on fire.”
“Yeah.”
“The bruises.”
“Not my story, but I intend to keep her from getting any more.”
"Was it the asshole she was dating?"
Jake turns, surprise in his eyes as he looks at Penny. He opens and closes his mouth a few times as he tries to figure out his answer.
The bartender takes pity on him, "I've heard about him from her parents. They don't care for him."
"Yeah, I never did either. That was before I found out what I did last night."
"Did you ever tell her?"
"No. I thought she was happy, and I was just..."
He trails off, but Penny has seen the two of you together in the past to get an idea of where his comment was heading. Jake was jealous. She won't bring it up right now, understanding you are going to need some time to heal from whatever Josh did. Maybe, just maybe this time you two have together is just what you both need.
Penny reaches over, and puts her hand on Jake's arm, “I won’t tell anyone.  If you or her need anything, please let me know.  I’m here for both of you.”
“Thank you.  What do I owe you for today?”
“Nothing.”
When he goes to argue, she stops him.  “I mean it.  She’s like a second daughter to me.  I would do anything for her.”
“Thank you.  I need to get going, still need to get to the store and back to pick up her prescriptions.”
“Keep me updated, alright?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As he’s hurrying through the grocery store, Jake realizes he isn’t up for making dinner tonight and calls in an order at a nearby Italian restaurant while he’s in line to checkout.  Once he picks up your meds, and dinner he is finally on his way back home to you.  
Walking in the house, he announces himself so you know it’s him coming in.  Seeing you walk around the corner in his old sweatshirt stops him in his tracks. It stirs feelings inside him he thought he had pushed down years ago. 
“Hey Darlin’, I’m sorry about lunch.  Captain wouldn’t let me leave today.”
“It’s okay,” your raspy voice answers him.  You don’t miss how Jake’s shoulders tense when you speak.
“I have your meds, and grabbed you some cough drops, hard candy and tea for your throat.  I didn’t know what would help best.  How are you feeling?”
“A little sore, all over.”
“I’m sorry.  We’ll get some medicine in you, and see if that helps.  I picked up dinner, wasn’t really up to cooking tonight. It's been a day.  I thought pasta might not be too hard to swallow if your throat was sore.”
“Sounds good.”
“Take a cough drop or something and sit down, while I get this put away.  Then I’ll plate up your pasta.”
Sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, you watch Jake move around the kitchen putting everything away. He looks over at you while he’s standing in front of the open freezer.  “Did you ice your wrist today?”
Slightly shaking your head, Jake sighs. He’s barely been home a half an hour and you’ve already done something to upset him, you tell yourself, way to go.
“Darlin’, you need to ice it a few times a day. We can’t let all these frozen peas from yesterday go to waste now,” he tries to tease you, but it goes over your head.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, staring down at the floor.
You can hear Jake’s footsteps as he walks over to you.  “Hey, you don’t have to be sorry.  I just want you to feel better, and icing your wrist and maybe even your bruised ribs will help that along.”
After you give him a slight nod, he moves back to the freezer and grabs you two bags of frozen peas to ice the top and bottom of your wrist.  
“I found this at the pharmacy, but it won’t be ready to use until tomorrow.”  Looking over at him, Jake is holding up a wrap around ice pack.  He continues on when you don’t say anything.  “I thought it might be softer than the peas or the bag of mixed fruit.  Especially right now when it’s so sore.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s no problem princess, I’d do anything to help you feel better.  I just wish this never happened to you in the first place.”
“Me too,” you whisper so softly, he barely hears you.
“Okay, well let’s get you some food and pain pills.”
Moving around the kitchen Jake grabs your pills and sets them in front of you on the counter, then dishes up a plate of alfredo and sets it down in front of you.
“I’m going to grab a shower and change, I'll be right back and join you.” 
Standing in the shower, he turns the shower head so it is blasting hot water on his tight shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension that's worked its way in today.  Tomorrow has got to go better, he can’t take another day like today.
Jake heads back downstairs after throwing on a tshirt and sweatpants. Once he fills his plate, he sits down at the counter next to you, while you pick at your own food. 
“Is it alright, or would you like something different?  I picked up a few cans of soup, I can warm them up if you would rather have that.”
“No thanks, I’m just slow.”
On base Maverick has a meeting with Cyclone and Warlock after the hops finished, exiting Cyclone’s office he runs into Hondo leaving for the night. 
“Night Hondo.”
“See you tomorrow Mav. Oh hey, before I go, do you know what was up with Hangman today?  When I dismissed them for the day he was sleeping in the ready room.”
Maverick sighs, running a hand down his face.  “No I don’t.  Cyclone informed me, he told him one more screw up and he’s gone.”
The older pilot heads to his temporary office to write down some notes for the day before taking off. If he pulled a file on Hangman, well no one needs to know that right?  Looking through the file the captain confirms what he saw himself yesterday, the lieutenant is very good.  But if Seresin’s head isn’t in it, and he’s going to start acting out of line like today, Maverick knows he isn’t going to be able to pick him for the mission. That means he’ll have to pick Rooster, and he can’t do that, the kid isn’t ready.  And he isn’t ready to lose another Bradshaw.  The other problem is, can he trust Hangman to look out for anyone besides himself?  Taking note of the pilot's temporary contact info in the folder Maverick takes off.
When dinner is picked up you follow Jake to the living where he flops down on one end of the couch and puts his feet up on the coffee table. Looking between the chair and the other end of the couch, you decide you would rather be closer to Jake and curl up in the other corner. 
“Is there anything you would like to watch?” he questions. 
A slight shake of your head is the only reply given.  He turns on the news, when that half an hour is over, he flips through until he finds the Hallmark channel. Turning slightly you send him a questioning look.
“Honestly, I’m too tired to pay attention to much right now.  There isn’t a game on tonight, you don’t care for the horror movies that are on.  You can watch your happy ending, I can watch my eyelids.  You thought he was joking until someone started knocking at the door a short time later, and you turn to find Jake sound asleep.  The pounding gets louder before the person on the other side starts yelling.   
“I know you’re here, I need to speak with you.  Open the door!”
The noise finally stirs Jake, who takes one sleepy look at your terrified face and is instantly awake.  Jumping off the couch he moves to the front door and looks through the peephole. Turning back to you, he mouths “kitchen,” and points that way.  He doesn’t open the door until you move.
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Y'know, I once had a conversation with a veteran about paratrooper deployment. He emphasized over and over that you only deploy paratroopers after establishing air superiority. Sending them into still-contested skies is sending them to their death. The only real exception to the rule is when paratrooper infiltrators are deployed behind enemy lines (D-Day is a well-know example of this), and obviously that works very differently from your standard deployment. Imagine jumping out of a plane in the middle of an active dogfight. Yeah.
Anyways Blades of Damocles opens with Ultramarines airdropping into a combat zone with aircraft actively fighting all around them. I...I kinda feel like this says a lot about the Imperium.
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All we Need - Jake Seresin x Reader - Part 2
A/N: Here is part two, I have enjoyed writing this hence why I am getting the parts up pretty quickly. Feedback is welcome and so are request!
Pairings: Jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!pilot!Benjamin Reader
Warning: Angst Fluff Naval Inaccuracies mentions of death and mentions of the mission from the movie
Note: this is a bot of an AU where Iceman is fine and better!
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“Daddy,” I hear a whisper next to me and a slight tap on my shoulder opening my eyes to see my daughter with a sad look on her face.
“What’s the matter Daisy?”
“Thena gone.” She replies tears brimming in her eyes and I shoot up out of bed, any indication that last night was a dream gone as I look at the tears threatening to fall.
“No baby maybe she just had an early start you know how she likes to wake up early to go make sure everything is safe for you.” She nods and starts making grabby hands indicating she wanted to be picked. I picked her up and headed toward the kitchen to start breakfast looking at the clock seeing that it was only 7am, Sarah wouldn’t be here for another half an hour to pick Daisy up. We eventually sat down for breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Sarah standing there a wide grin on her face as she stepped through the house.
“Hi miss Daisy” Daisy lifted her head with a small smile.
“Hi grandma Sarah”
Sarah shot me a confused look and I sighed normally Daisy would jump out of her seat for Sarah.
“Y/N got home last night, but was gone before we could wake up.” Sarah nodded immediately understanding the gloominess of the two Seresin’s.
“I am sure she will be home tonight Daisy, until then did you want to spend some time with me and Papa Ice and we can go to the zoo” Daisy head pops up and she sprints to her room to get ready suddenly excited at the sound of going to he zoo.
“I will grab some money for you to take her to the zoo, Sarah, thank you for looking after her.”
“Don’t you dare Jake, it is always our pleasure, since Ice got better he loves spending time with her and besides I know how hard it is for kids to grow up in this lifestyle.”
“Thank you” I say giving her a hug, for some reason this last deployment of Athena’s seemed harder than normally and now with this mission we are all stressed, the only silver lining was that Iceman was better lifting everyones spirits slightly. “Can you help Daisy get ready, I need to be on base in 30 mins.” Sarah nodded before walking into Daisy’s room.
After getting ready I waved to Sarah and Daisy before heading off towards base. When I arrived I walked into the classroom to noticed I was the last one to arrive with still no sign of Athena anywhere I start thing maybe she hadn’t been recalled and was just home early from deployment. As I took my seat next to Coyote, Warlock and Cyclone walk in explaining the details of the mission.
“And now to introduce the pilot instructed to teach all of you how to successfully fly this mission……Captain Pete Mitchell call sign Maverick.”
I turn to see Mav walking down the centre of the chairs, he hives me a subtle nod as I see Coyote Payback and Fanboy drop their heads while an angry look crosses Roosters face.
“What did you do Coyote”
“We throw him overboard about 1 min after you left last night.” I laugh lowly as Mad starts talking about the F-18 handbook.
“Today’s training will be basic dogfighting, you will be going up in pairs, first up Hangman, Payback and Fanboy, be ready in 15, I will meet you in the air.” We all start to stand up and head towards our jets, I see Rooster looking angry.
“Rooster man you okay?” He rolls his eyes at me
“Go away Hangman.”
“Okay but just so you know you can talk to me I know normally you would talk to Athena about it but you can talk to me.”
“I really thought she would be here.”
“Me too.” We turn to look as we hear a jet take off from the 2nd runway where the instructors planes normally are.
“Well that must be Mav that’s my cue, don’t let whatever is getting to you get to you Rooster.” I leave it at that and walk toward my jet before doing pre-flight checks. Once I was ready to go I lined up on the tarmac as Payback and Fanboy take off, after I have taken off we start idling above the training area waiting for instructions.
“Morning Aviators and welcome to basic dogfighting, you are not to go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. The goal shoot before you get shot down.”
Mav starts through the radio before Payback interrupts.
“What happens if we don’t, sir”
“I shoot back.” I can here the snideness in his voice.
“How bout we put some skin in the game.”
“What are you thinking Payback?”
“Whoever gets shot down has to do 200 push ups.”
“Alright you are on Payback.”
“Guys. That is a lot of push ups.” My heart nearly plummets to the ground when I hear the voice through the radio, a voice I would no anywhere suddenly the sun is blocked out of my canopy and I look up as I see Athena had moved her jet so she was upside over my jet.
“Hey cowboy, miss me.”
“Shit is that…” Payback breaks through the radio and Fanboy finished the sentence
“Athena, shit.”
Readers POV
I giggle as I hear Payback and Fanboy swear looking down at Jake just able to make out the shocked expression, i knew he knew i was home but I had still managed to surprise him.
‘Alright boys, its on.’ I quickly break away from my inclined position getting into a fight position, I knew Jake was going to be the tough one to beat, i also knew he had a bad habit of leaving his wingman so I went after Payback and Fanboy first, the put up on hell of a fight radio for Jake who i had seen sneak up behind me arrogance in his voice.
“This fellas is how you kill a goddess.”
“Right Hangman, time to teach you a lesson,,,,you’re out Payback.”
“Copy Athena” i break away and Jake follows as i start flying toward the sun, i can hear him asking payback for help to which payback responds with ‘i’m dead dickhead.’ And I giggle knowing i am now out of jakes line of sight i pull the control stick and flip over the top to land behind him.
‘You’re out Hangman, next time don’t leave your wingman.’ I see him hit the canopy before we all head back to base. I was the first to land, after i landed i popped the canopy and climb down the wing as i hit the ground I was wrapped in a tight pair of arms.
‘I missed you too Roo.’ He didn’t say anything just hugged me tighter.
‘I havent seen you in what a year and you dont even call to tell me your back.’ Before i can answer two more sets of arms wrap around me I look to see both Bob and Phoenix hugging me
‘Good to see you both as well.’ I reach up and ruffle bobs hair to which he groans through a wide smile.
‘Phe, we need lots of drinks tonight, on me.’ She nods
‘I missed you thena’
‘Me too Phe.’
I spot Jake over Phoenix’s head I smile before sprinting across the tarmac, Jake smiles even wider as I leap in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist.
‘Miss me did you Thena.’
‘You know I did, sorry I didn’t call, I didnt know I was coming back till I was practically on the plane.’
‘Daisy was upset you weren’t there this morning.’ He says placing me on the ground. I lower my head, suggesting ice cream and movies before we go to the Bar tonight.
‘I gotta go see Mav, but I will see you all in the classroom soon yeah.’ And i take off towards where Mav is standing with Cyclone.
Jakes POV
I watch as she takes off running toward Mav and Cyclone so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t hear Rooster come up behind me
‘That was odd.’ I turn to Rooster.
‘What are you on about man she just needed to talk to Mav.’ I replied though Rooster was right we hadn’t seen each other in months and she said two sentences to me. Rooster just shrugged and walked towards the classroom where everyone else was gathering. I walked it taking my seat next to Coyote normally Athena would sit on the other side but right now she was standing still fully kitted up next to Mav. Cyclone moves to the front of the room gaining everyone’s attention
‘Now the she has graced as with her appearance can I introduce your team leader and co-instructor for this mission, the only pilot on active duty to be an Ace by having five air-to-air kills, and the best pilot that Navy has had in decades Lieutenant Commander Y/N Benjamin, call sign Athena.’ I turn in shock to look at Phoenix and Rooster who are also looking with at the front in shock as she moves to the front, Coyote taps my shoulder whispering in my ear
‘She is an Ace and got a promotion and you didn’t tell me.’
‘I didn’t know.’ And i turn back to the front of the room my full attention on Athena.
‘Most of you I know and have flown with before for some it is the first time, the point of these next few weeks is to teach you all how to fly this mission and get you all home safely.’
I took note of the way she was phrasing the mission objectives and how she was always saying you and not us, I made a mental note to talk to her about it in private, we all knew this mission was dangerous but the way she is speaking is that someone is coming home and that someone is her.
‘Now next in the air going up against Maverick is Rooster, Phoenix and Bob.’ Rooster shoots a small glare at her and she shrugs slightly.
‘As for the rest of you report to the rec room there is a schedule there of who is flying and when except Payback, Fanboy and Hangman.’ I flinch at my call sign coming out of her mouth through all our years she has always referred to me as Jake.
‘Ma’am where do we report.’ Fanboy asked.
‘To Hondo, Fanboy, you three owe me 200 pushups.’
Readers POV
I saw Payback and Fanboy groan as the head towards Hondo, I glance to Jake who looks hurt that i had kept the promotion and the fact i was now an Ace a secret. As he stood up i yelled out to him to get his attention to stay back.
‘Ma’am is there something i can do for you.’ I could hear the sarcasm in his voice with hints of anger
‘Cut it out Hangman, I was going to tell you I just hadn’t got time to.’
‘How could you not get time is your phone broken or something.’
‘I got told i was being recalled then shoved on a plane before i finishing packing my bag, by the time i got home I just wanted to sleep.’
‘What happened on you last mission Athena?!’ I saw his face soften as i struggled to control my emotions a flash of sadness making its way across my face, before i could answer Cyclone called me to report to his office.
‘I want to tell you Jake, but I don’t know if i am ready, tonight can we go together to get daisy and then maybe grab some ice cream by the beach.’ He just nodded in response and i patted him on the arm before walking to cyclones office.
‘Sir,’
‘Athena, how was it being back in the air after everything today?’
‘Fine sir, no issues at all it felt like i never left.’
‘Losing a wingman is never easy Athena if you need to talk to someone whether its professionally or Iceman you need to talk about it.’
‘I know thank you sir, with regard Iceman is helping me as he knows the details of the mission.’
‘Very well and well done on the promotion, I am sure you are happy’
‘Yes Sir, thank you.’ As he dismissed me and i headed toward the locker room hoping Phoenix was still in the sky. As i picked up the pace tears threatening to spill i crashed into a hard chest looking up to see who it was i widen my eyes in surprise.
‘Uncle Ice?’
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Hey I was just asking if you could write a Pete Mitchell x daughter reader??
Like the reader looses her wingman in the same way her dad did and when it happens she attempts to close everyone out in the same Mitchell fashion. But Maverick isn’t buying it so he pushes her to the breaking point in order to get her falls to crumble and he is there to help her and lend a pair of arms for her to cuddle and seek comfort in.
Thank you
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I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before
Title: I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before
Pairing: Mitchell!Pilot Reader x Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Implied Rooster x Reader
Summary: History repeats itself and the reader does her best to put up a wall to hide her true feelings, but Maverick refuses to let his daughter make the same mistake he did.
Warnings: angst, character death (Falcon, readers WSO), depression, self blame, guilt, Maverick comforting his daughter.
A/N: Readers callsign is MJ (Maverick Junior)
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After the uranium plant mission the dagger squad became permanently assigned to top gun, either to train new pilots or to fly high risk missions. You and you’re WSO Falcon we’re picked as the 2nd bravo team alongside Phoenix and Bob, it was your job to fly with your father Maverick while Phoenix and Bob were with your honorary brother Rooster.
It had been 6 months since the mission and now there is a new group of Top Gun students coming through the program. All week you had all been taking turns doing flight trainings and now it is you and Falcon who are going to be leading this dogfighting exercise.
You and Falcon were walking side by side with his arm slung over your shoulder as he showed you a new picture he was adding to his cockpit.
“Kate’s 20 weeks, can you believe that? Me? I’m going to be a father.” Falcon chuckled shaking his head in disbelief making you smile
“That’s going to be the luckiest kid in the world, because they have me as godmother. Obviously.” You smiled making Falcon laugh and squeeze your shoulder
“Obviously. Not because they have the funniest and sexiest guy in the world as their dad. It’s definitely because of you.” Falcon said and you nodded
“Exactly.” You said before looking back down at the ultrasound picture. “But seriously. I’m happy for you, you’ll make the best dad.”
“Thanks MJ. That means a lot coming from you.” Falcon smiled
The two of you climbed up into your F-18 and got situated in, clipping your helmets on and double checking all your systems were in tiptop shape. Before you knew it you were taking off and souring across the sky.
“Alright Aviators, today MJ and Falcon will be leading you in dogfight maneuvers. You will have to evade MJ and if she gets a lock on you then you are out, report back to the tarmac for 200 push-ups. Good luck.” Maverick spoke over the radio as he flew a little ways behind you
“Talk to me Fal.” You said as you glanced around your surroundings looking for the other planes
“Looks like we’ve got 2 bogeys, about half a mile southeast.” Falcon said and you nodded before immediately flying that direction
“Gotcha, I’m in pursuit.” You said said as the two other planes came into view
“Shit! MJ’s on our tail!” One of the TopGun recruits, the WSO Flame spoke
“Damn right. Better make a move.” You smirked getting ready to perform a radar lock, you could have easily already taken them out but you wanted to give them the chance to make a move
“Break right, Dutch!” Flame instructed her pilot, Dutch
“Copy! Breaking right!” Dutch replied and did as he was told
You were already 1 step ahead though, anticipating the turn you got ahead and were able to get a lock on them making them groan in defeat, while Falcon laughed.
“You can’t beat the best.” Falcon chuckled shaking his head and you just shook your head fondly
“Nice try Dutch. Good communication Flame. Both of you head back to base.” You instructed as you flew behind them
“Copy.” Dutch spoke before increasing his speed
You followed behind them increasing your speed when suddenly your jet shook and alarms started blaring.
“What the fuck!” You exclaimed having no idea why this was happening or what this even was
“Shit! We flew into their jet wash!” Falcon exclaimed from the back as your jet shook
“I can’t control it Fal! Something wrong with the control system!” You exclaimed jerking the controls but nothing happened, it was like your jet was on autopilot and there was nothing you could do about it
“Left engine failure! Right engine failure! We’ve lost both engines MJ!” Falcon exclaimed as your jet suddenly began to spin
“Mayday! Mayday! MJ and Falcon are in trouble! They’re in a flat spin heading out to sea!” Dutch exclaimed over the radio
“The engines won’t restart! I can’t control this thing!” You exclaimed while you and Falcon both groaned as your jet kept spinning
“Altitude 8,000. 7,000. 6! We’re at 6, MJ!” Falcon exclaimed, his voice strained
“MJ! Falcon! Eject! Eject! You can’t save the plane! Eject damn it!” Mavericks voice suddenly exclaimed over the radio
“Fuck! Falcon, I can’t reach the ejection handle! You need to punch us out!” You exclaimed feeling yourself pinned forward against the controls because of the G force
“I’ve got it!” Falcon exclaimed reaching up for the ejection handle
“Watch the canopy!” You warned before you were ejected from the plane, everything from that moment happened in slow motion
Your head flipped backwards from the force of the ejection making you groan, you caught sight of Falcon as he ejected and your heart dropped and a bile raised in the back of your throat as he smacked right into the canopy. It was exactly how your father explained how Goose died all those years ago, you never knew the full extent of how your dad felt until this very second.
Falcons parachute deployed first lowering him down into the water and then yours did immediately after, you hit the water with a start the cold water shocking you momentarily. You felt your arms hit some of the debris that already fell from your plane, cutting your skin but none of that mattered.
“Falcon!” You exclaimed swimming towards his limp body. “Oh! Oh no! Falcon!”
You got to him and pulled him into your arms, his helmet was busted open and blood was leaking from a deep head laceration, his head bobbed around limply and you could feel the deep sense of dread bubbling to the surface.
“No! You can’t die! You can’t die! Please! Please! Goose! Goose please don’t take him! Please!” You screamed hysterically, feeling your emotions bubble up knowing what you feared was true. “Oh god!”
There was nothing you could do for Falcon. He was dead, just like that. No warning. No preparation. He was just gone. You held him tight and let your head rest against his as the tears flowed.
The rescue helicopter appeared and it took everything in you to get yourself together and shove your emotions down, Falcon was dead and he may have been your best friend but you weren’t the one who would miss him most. His pregnant wife and their unborn child will miss him most. He’ll never get to be the great dad you know he would have been.
And it was all your fault.
When the rescue helicopter landed at base the first person you caught sight of was your father. Maverick looked like a mess, his eyes were rimmed red and his hair was all out of place like he had continuously ran his fingers through it.
The medical team rushed towards the helicopter and unloaded Falcon onto a stretcher and rushed him into the infirmary. You numbly accepted the hand of another medic and felt Maverick wrap his arms around you tugging you to his chest. He held you against him, one hand on the back of your head while his other rested on your upper back. You could feel your resolve slipping and quickly pulled away, spotting your dads frown as your helmet clattered to the tarmac before you rushed into the building feeling that bile rise in your throat.
You busted into the bathroom and dropped to your knees in front of the toilet before throwing up everything that had been on your stomach, which wasn’t a lot but it was enough to have you heaving into the toilet bowl. After you were done you flushed the toilet then flopped back against the wall. Your adrenaline was wearing off and you could feel the ache in your limbs and around your stomach.
You pulled yourself up off the ground and stood in front of the mirror, your skin was blotchy and red and you could see a bruise starting to form around your eye from the force of hitting the water. You splashed some water on your face before unzipping your flight suit leaving you in a sports bra and a pair of spandex shorts as you kicked your flight suit over to the side along with your boots.
You looked at your reflection and saw a bruise forming around your ribcage more than likely from the force of your parachute deploying. You had cuts along your arms so you filled the sink with warm water before grabbing some of the disinfectant soap and a wash cloth, you dipped the wash cloth in the water and squirted some of the soap onto the washcloth before dabbing your wounds. All while blankly looking into the mirror watching yourself.
You looked away as someone knocked on the doorframe, Warlock was standing there giving you a sympathetic look that made you immediately look away from him. He sighed and stepped towards you settling beside you and leaning against the sink.
“Falcon is dead.” Warlock informed you and you just blankly nodded
“Yeah. I figured. It didn’t look good.” You said pausing to look up and catch his eyes before going back to what you were doing
“Your father went to inform Falcon’s wife about the accident. He said she might take it better from a familiar face.” Warlock said and you scoffed shaking her head
“It doesn’t matter who breaks the news. In the end her husband and the father of her unborn child is dead. This is going to be the worst day of her life regardless of who tells her.” You snapped before sighing and resting your head against your crossed arms on the sink. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to snap.”
“I understand MJ. These next couple of weeks are going to be tough on you and I want to let you know that there are people you can talk to. At least one person knows what your going through. One is a lot closer than the others.” Warlock said giving you a knowing look before patting your back and leaving.
You sighed and finished cleaning your wounds before grabbing your discarded flight suit and boots before leaving, you walked into the locker room and spotted Rooster waiting for you leaning against his locker. He sighed in relief when he saw you and got up to pull you into a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re ok.” Rooster said kissing your forehead
“Yeah.” You mumbled tightening your hold around his waist
“I heard about Falcon. I’m so sorry baby.” Rooster said cupping your cheeks and you nodded
“Yeah me too. He was a great WSO.” You replied before pulling away and moving to your locker, you dropped your flight suit into the hamper beside it before grabbing your clothes you brought to change into and changing ignoring the look of worry Rooster was giving you. “I just want to go home.”
“Ok. Yeah. Let’s go home.” Rooster nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist leading you out of the locker room.
“Y/N.” Maverick said as he jogged up to you and Rooster. “Can we have a second Rooster?”
“Yeah. Sure. I’ll go start the car.” Rooster said kissing you on the forehead before leaving allowing you to turn back to your father
“I know what your thinking right now. But this wasn’t your fault, it’s impossible to recover from a spin like that. Trust me I’d know.” Maverick said making you sigh
“I am the pilot. It’s my job to keep my WSO safe and I didn’t do that. So yes it is my fault. I guess I really am Maverick Junior. Killing our WSO’s is just a Mitchell thing I guess.” You said shaking your head as you felt tears form in your eyes before rushing away, not noticing the heartbroken expression on Mavericks face.
The next few days have been the longest of your entire life, there was a hearing about the accident and it was ruled that there was nothing you could have done to avoid or recover from what happened and were put back on full duty. You were immediately told by Cyclone that you would be flying today and you just wanted to get it over with and go back to normal.
You were flying solo today in a F-4 instead of your normal F-18, they thought it might be a good idea to try something different instead of jumping right back into a F-18.
You had just taken off and were flying in formation with another one of the TopGun pilots when you felt it. Your chest was so tight it hurt to take a breath, your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest, you were shaking and sweating. You didn’t know what was happening but you knew you couldn’t focus.
“MJ, you alright?” You vaguely heard one of the pilots ask you but you couldn’t respond
“I think somethings wrong with MJ.”
“MJ?”
“MJ report.”
You could hear everything everyone was saying but couldn’t bring yourself to respond, all that was going through your head was flashes of the accident.
“Altitude 8,000. 7,000. 6! We’re at 6, MJ!” Falcon exclaimed, his voice strained
“MJ! Falcon! Eject! Eject! You can’t save the plane! Eject damn it!” Mavericks voice suddenly exclaimed over the radio
“Fuck! Falcon, I can’t reach the ejection handle! You need to punch us out!” You exclaimed feeling yourself pinned forward against the controls because of the G force
“I’ve got it!” Falcon exclaimed reaching up for the ejection handle
“Watch the canopy!” You warned before you were ejected from the plane, everything from that moment happened in slow motion
Your head flipped backwards from the force of the ejection making you groan, you caught sight of Falcon as he ejected and your heart dropped and a bile raised in the back of your throat as he smacked right into the canopy. It was exactly how your father explained how Goose died all those years ago, you never knew the full extent of how your dad felt until this very second.
Falcons parachute deployed first lowering him down into the water and then yours did immediately after, you hit the water with a start the cold water shocking you momentarily. You felt your arms hit some of the debris that already fell from your plane, cutting your skin but none of that mattered.
“Falcon!” You exclaimed swimming towards his limp body. “Oh! Oh no! Falcon!”
You got to him and pulled him into your arms, his helmet was busted open and blood was leaking from a deep head laceration, his head bobbed around limply and you could feel the deep sense of dread bubbling to the surface.
“No! You can’t die! You can’t die! Please! Please! Goose! Goose please don’t take him! Please!” You screamed hysterically, feeling your emotions bubble up knowing what you feared was true. “Oh god!”
There was nothing you could do for Falcon. He was dead, just like that. No warning. No preparation. He was just gone. You held him tight and let your head rest against his as the tears flowed.
“MJ! Hey snap out of it. Y/N! Honey look at me!” Maverick exclaimed and you managed to look over and saw your fathers jet right next to yours. “You’re ok. Everything’s going to be ok, follow me back to base. I’ll be with you the whole way.”
You somehow managed to land your plane and immediately jumped down onto the tarmac ripping your helmet off and gasping for air as you lowered yourself to your knees. Arms wrapped around your body and you were met with the smell of cedar wood and jet fuel, your dads scent.
“I’ve got you honey. I’ve got you.” Maverick soothed rocking you back and forth like he did to calm you from a nightmare when you were a child.
“I don’t think I’m ok.” You shakily admitted and Maverick gave you a understanding smile
“I know. You won’t be for a little while, but eventually it will get easier. Not much easier but it will be more bearable. I’ll be with you the whole way.” Maverick promised kissing your forehead
“I love you dad. I’m sorry about what I said.” You guiltily spoke, remembering the comment you made about Mitchell’s killing their backseaters
“I love you too. It’s ok.” Maverick assured you. “I’m going to help you get through this. I promise.”
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