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callsign-joyride · 14 days

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Fortnight | J.H.S

Summary: You realize that things with Jake aren't going to work out. Content Warnings: Angst (LOTS of it) Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader Lyric: "Thought of calling you, but you won't pick up. 'Nother fortnight lost in America." A note: I've been loving TTPD so I've decided to write fanfics inspired by the album! Each fic will be based on a different track/lyric, and they will all be about different characters! Some will be smutty, others not so much.

You thought that you were happy with Jake. Really, you did. Despite the fact that both of you were out of town, you had managed to stay together for almost a year and you were already moved in. You had met each other’s families a few times, and everything seemed to be going good. That was until you started to have work trip after work trip with your promotion, and he had what felt like back-to-back deployments.You only had two months and some weekends together out of the upcoming year, as far as both of you knew.

It was starting to get to a point where you were considering leaving and moving back home. Maybe this wasn’t a lifestyle that you were cut out for. Penny would come by the apartment a few times a week when you were both gone to dust and make sure that nothing was stolen, but it wasn’t an ideal situation at all. You finally broke down and cried three months into Jake’s deployment.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore… I did the math and we’ll barely see each other over the next year. We both travel a lot for our jobs now, but I didn’t think it would be like this,” you said, over wine with your girl friends from work.

“Aw, hun, I know exactly how you feel. Things on your end should be calming down in the next few months. I wasn’t home much in my first year, either,” Estelle said.

“But that’s the thing, I don’t know if I can make it a few more months. I feel like I’m missing out on what the other couples are doing because my boyfriend is overseas doing God knows what and I’m always on another plane.”

“You should try to give him a call when you sober up. Tell him what you want.”

You finished your glass of wine and went back up to your hotel room. Calling him late at night would be too much work, and you were too tired to even try it. So, you tried to call him in the morning when you were feeling better, like Estelle said.

“Hey, this is Hangman. Leave a message.”

You sighed and heard the tone beep before taking a deep breath and taking a moment to think of what you were going to say.

“Hey, I really need to talk to you about something. It’s important. Call me back when you get the chance.”

He have good enough service to check his voicemails and text messages until it was around dinner time for you. And of course, his phone was barely working, so all he could get from the message was that it was from you and you were upst about something.

“Rooster, man, I need to borrow your phone! My girl called, she was upset about something.”

“Alright, but make it quick. I told my wife I’d call her as soon as I got the chance.”

“Thanks, I owe you.”

Jake sat on his bed before he dialed your number. It was so relieving to hear your voice, and you didn’t sound so upset this time.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Hey, it’s me. My phone’s being a piece of shit right now so I only heard part of your message. Is everything okay?”

You sighed and sat on the hotel bed.

“No, actually. Jake, I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can make this work anymore.”

“What… What do you mean by that?”

“I love you, but I don’t know if all of the distance and us traveling all the time will work out. We’ll hardly be seeing each other at all this year, I did the math. And, you know, I thought being a Navy girlfriend would be easy, but that was before I got promoted. I know that none of this has been planned, but I’m traveling so much that I don’t know if this relationsip will work anymore.”

“Fuck, okay, well, maybe there’s something I can do, right?”

“I don’t want you to lose your job because of me, and I don’t wanna jinx it but, it seems like I’m the only reason you’d come home early, and there isn’t an emergency.”

“So, what’s next?”

“Well, I’m gonna start looking for places soon. There’s a chance I’ll be moved out by the time you get back. I’m really sorry, Jake. Truly.”

“I am, too.”

You weren’t in a rush to move out, but you did start to put non-essential things in boxes while you looked for apartments. There was a brief moment where you thought of moving back home to New Hampshire, but it wouldn’t really work out because of your job. Between traveling for work and awkwardly exchanging texts with Jake and the Dagger Squad, you were finally moved out after a month and a half.

The last time that you saw Jake, it was when you met up to fill out paperwork to be removed from the lease. You still felt awful about everything. He’d try to call you over the next few months, but you never answered. You never read any of his texts, either.

“Hey! If you’re hearing this, I’m busy. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you!”

He quickly got used to hearing your voicemail, and eventually stopped calling.

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jasmines-library · 8 months

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WHUMPTOBER DAY 14. Prompt: Water inhalation. Fandom: Top Gun (Maverick daughter reader x Bradley Bradshaw)

Summary: When a mission goes wrong and you and Rooster are sent into a tizzy, forcing you to eject, you run into a sticky situation when your lifevest fails to inflate.

Warnings: Drowning, Water inhalation, Near death experience, minor ptsd.

Word count: 2K

Notes: I'm sorry. (Side note, this can be plationic or romantic.)

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The sun was just rising above the skyline as the familiar rumble of the jet started up. Shortly after that came the weightlessness as it soared into the sky. It was supposed to be a simple mission, take down a couple of fighters that had stepped over the territory line, then return in time for a drink down at the ‘Hard Deck’.

You would never not admire the way the world looked from up here as you soared between the mountains towards the ocean, leaving the base as a tiny grey speck in the distance. It took your breath away.

“How’s it looking back there, Viper?” Rooster asked from the front of the jet. The com crackled in your ear.

“All good, roo.” You replied, glancing down at the multitude of buttons and screens.

Rooster has been your best friend since you were young. You had grown up with each other and worked your way through Top Gun to follow in your parents’ footsteps. He was the Goose to your Maverick. Literally. Although the two of you were only young when his dad passed, you had seen the way that it broke him, much like the way it broke your dad. And although you would never completely be able to understand Roosters grief, you stuck to him through thick and thin.

Once you were finally old enough to join Top Gun, your dad was hesitant. He had lost his best friend. He wouldn’t lose you too, though it was all you knew. It was all you had wanted to do since you were 6 years old and playing with model planes in the garden with Brad. And so, there you were; strapped tightly to the chair of a plane hurtling through the atmosphere as your best friend’s RIO. And you couldn’t think of anything better.

Time passed nonchalantly as the fighter edged towards the opposition. Although it was a standard mission that you had done hundreds of times you still couldn’t help but form an anxious knot in your stomach, especially when the other jets came into view.

“Bandits ahead.” You informed the Phoenix and Bob who were cruising along besides you.

“Copy.”

You watched the small dots dance across the green screen. The triangle of fighters heading straight towards the four of you. “Heading straight towards us.” You told Rooster, who nodded abruptly and began to manoeuvre the plane to the right.

“Taking evasive action.”

The jet swerved as it raced past the enemy, before setting in line behind them. They broke apart, scattering around you.

“Shit.” Cursing, you tried to adjust the monitors to locate the plane that had slipped from view on the monitor. “I’ve lost one of them. Bob, anything.”

“Negative.”

As Rooster flew, you kept a keen eye out for the third plane which had vanished within the clouds that obscure your view.

Thanks to his skilled training, Rooster managed to take down one of the enemy vessels without an issue. The second one was trickier, with both pairs of planes making a beeline towards it as it raced away, You could feel the force on your body making it harder to move as Bradley urged the plane forwards. You could see the two dots inching closer together until they were nearly aligned.”

“Rooster, I can’t get the shot.” Phoenix called out over.

“Copy. Just give me a moment.”

Narrowing his eyes, Rooster placed his thumb over the missile, twisting the jet so that he could get a clear shot. When the lines finally aligned and the control panel let out a happy chirp, he pressed the trigger down, launching the missile which hit its target and sent it careening into the water. Phoenix congratulated your partner as you continued to search the sky for the missing plane. Though seemingly it was truly out of sight. After deciding that it may have retreated, and receiving the go ahead from Maverick to return to base, you reeled back around and began the journey home.

“I’m glad I can bring you back in one piece Y/N.” Brad sighed from in front of you. “Now there’s one less reason for Mav to kill me.”

That was when the monitors began blinking, and the third dot reappeared on the scanner.

“Break! Break!” You yelled as they locked onto your jet, launching a missile towards you. Quick on his feet, Rooster swerved.

“Bandit found!” He called out over the comms as you moved to fiddle with the switches, although the frantic movement made it hard to move as it sent you sliding around.

The enemy was suddenly coming up in front of you, causing Bradley to break hard. “Shit!”

When it pushed in front of you, the force which it left with, shoved your plane harshly, causing you to slam into the side of your chair.

“Jet-wash!” He cried out.

There was no time to react as the force sent your plane spiralling. Lights flashed frantically in the cockpit as the high pitched alarm screeched. “Both engines out!”

Without the aid of the engines the fighter jet was forced into a tizzy, twisting as it spun out of control. At some point the motion had slammed you into the glass of the cockpit. You cried out painfully.

“Viper!?”

Your body screamed at you as you tried to move but the force of your body as the jet rapidly dropped in attitude was too much to allow you to move.

“Eject!” You told him, craning your head to twist towards the two loops that hung in between where the two of you were stationed. “I can’t reach the handles. You have to eject!”

Eyes wide and frantic, Rooster reached behind him , fumbling for the fabric. When his shaky hands wrapped around them, he gave them a sharp tug and then the two of you went tumbling from the plane and hurtling towards the bottomless ocean.

Rooster groaned against the heavy pull as his parachute opened. He watched anxiously for yours to fly open, letting out a breath when he saw it fly out behind you and your fall slow. But something was wrong, because when you hit the water, you didn’t come back up.

Your arms flailed frantically as you tried to keep yourself afloat, but you had hit the water hard and every movement you made with your legs sent agony across your body, and without the aid of your life jacket, which failed to inflate, the parachute which quickly absorbed the water began to drag you down. You took a gasping breath as you heaved, trying to keep your head above the churning water, but it w as no use. You vanished beneath the surface of the water.

It was dark. And cold. And your lungs burned for air that wouldn’t come as your lungs filled with water. You twisted, struggling within the fabric and rope which had wrapped itself around your body, tangling around you like you were a fish caught in a net. Your eyes stung with the assault of the water as you stared blankly at the inky green above you. Your movements slowed as your energy began to deplete, and soon you knew nothing but the dark and icy water.

Rooster watched in horror as your head disappeared below the water and you didn't resurface. Struggling against the water, he swam as fast as he could. The heavy weight of his parachute slowed him down, trying to drag him towards the same fate as you, but he pushed himself forwards. He had to keep going, he had to get to you. Barely registering the loud humming of the helicopter above, he swam to the green ink that leaked from your suit and began to dive down. The resistance of his life jacket tried to pull him back towards the surface, but he could see you now. Your hair floated around your face, drifting as you lay motionless in the water. Your skin was pale and your lips were turning a shade of blue. He could see the chute wrapped around your ankle and the def

He outstretched his hand until his fingertips brushed yours, but then he was yanked back harshly by the buoyancy-aid. Cursing loudly, he dived back into the icy water, propelling himself forwards. When he finally managed to wrap his hands around yours, he pulled you towards him. His lungs burned and tiny air bubbles escaped from his nose. Fumbling, he struggled to unclip you from the parachute, but after finally freeing you from the binds, your body floated up with his easily.

With a hard kick, Brad resurfaced and took a gasping breath, sucking the air greedily into his lungs and allowing the life jacket to do its job.

You lay morbidly still across his chest. Lips chapped and an ugly shade of blue. Bradley called out, crying your name and begging for your response but you said nothing. Did nothing. Not even your chest rose and fell. The helicopter settled above the water and soon there were hands on him, parting your lifeless body from him. He struggled against them, ignoring the pleading of the medics and the rescue team. He needed to get to you, but you were just too far away.

Maverick watched you anxiously from where you lay on the bed, hooked up to a line of machines. There was a cannula attached to your right side, so he held the left, bringing it up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to it. Maverick would never forget the moment that he heard the alert come through on the radio. His body tensed and his heart stopped in his chest as though he had been gripped by one massive, icy hand. He refused to leave your side. Not even to sleep and that was because every time he closed his eyes, he was hit with the image of Goose, lying lifeless in the ocean. It was too similar; too much of a sick coincidence spat out by fate. But this time it was different. The two of you had clawed your way back. Rooster had been in a state when he returned; frantic and rambling. Mav hardly made him feel any better after yelling at him. The pilot’s stomach sank at that thought. Unmeaning to hurt the boy, scared he yelled at him- words he would never have said. The thought was relentless as it echoed in his head.

You began to stir, blinking heavily against the fluorescent lights. Maverick sat forwards from where he was slumped in the armchair. He greeted you with a gentle smile as you turned to face him.

“Hey kiddo.”

“Hm?” the noise you made was groggy as you shuffled. Your entire body ached like you had been bit by a truck.

“Oh kid…” He cooed, tracing circles on your palm. “I’m so glad you’re ok.”

You nodded, scanning the room. “Brad?” Your voice was hoarse.

“He’s…” Maverick didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had warned the boy away. But he was saved when the door peeled open and the tired boy pushed his way into the room. He had a small cut on his cheek and a blanket shawled around his shoulders. Bradley also shivered slightly. He stopped dead when he saw your eyes on him.

“Y/N.”

You smiled. “Hey, Roo.”

Maverick watched the two of you intently. His daughter and his best friend's son. He saw the way that his features softened around you and the way that your eyes glistened as you listened to him chatter away. It was a moment of tenderness that brought a proud grin to his face and in that moment, Maverick knew that as long as you two had each other, you would always pull through.

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desert-fern · 11 months

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 13: I’m Not Gonna Lose You Now

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Image is not mine, found on Pinterest*

Chapter title from Lindsay Sterling and Mako’s song Lose You Now

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: blood, death, kidnapping, murder, guns, knives, fighting, straight angst people

Word Count: 2.3k

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Numbness was a funny feeling. Bear could feel the sand under her palms, the tears running down her face, but not the stillness that had worked its way into her body, sitting on her chest and making it hard to breathe. Yet somehow, through the gaping hole that seemed to have opened in her chest, she still found enough strength to stand. “…ar? Bear? Can you hear me?” FAK was crouched in front of her, their hand waving in front of her unfocused eyes. “Bear?”

“Yes,” she rasped out. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Yes, I can hear you.”

FAK nodded, hand rifling to find the penlight they kept in their bag. “Just a bit of a bright light here,” they began, going to shine it in her eyes.

Bear batted the medic’s hand away. “I’m-I’m fine. Just…just stop.” But her tone was hollow and empty, much like how her heart felt at this particular moment.

Her comms were a mess of screaming pilots all demanding orders for something, anything they could do. “Daggers. Return to base. Now,” Bear managed to say weakly.

“Bear, he could be hurt!” Halo argued. She and the others had done their last drop and were now trying to frantically locate their wingman in the darkness.

“No. This is a direct order.” Her heart broke even more at these words. His team wanted to find him, they were demanding that they help her. But she wouldn’t risk it. She couldn’t risk it. She had already lost one of her men, and now Jake. No one else was dying tonight. Not if she had any say in it.

“Bear…please,” Coyote tried, his own voice thick with emotion. “You have to let us help find him.”

“I said no, Coyote,” Bear replied in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not losing anyone else.”

The comms fell silent. No one wanted to leave Jake behind. Hangman was gone and the world seemed darker for it. He might have been a cocky shit, but he was their friend, their teammate, and someone they had all trusted with their lives. And now, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

“Maverick. Alpha team 1, 2, and 4 returning home,” Bear spoke tearfully to the older pilot, who sat in stunned silence, staring at the table in front of him. “Alpha 3 shot down by enemy ground forces. Presumed KIA.” Her voice shook, emotion making it hard to speak those last two words. The confirmation of what had just taken place was too much to say aloud, and Bear let out a muffled sob, trying her best to stay professional.

Overhead three planes flew by, each carrying pilots quietly mourning a man whom they all admired in secret, but had never told that to his face. The same could be said for those left on base. Rooster sat in stunned silence in the cockpit of his jet, mind blank. Everything he had said to Jake before, if only he could take part of it back. If he could just tell him that he admired him, or that Jake was-. The ‘was’ threw him. One minute he was there, grinning and teasing, the next, he was gone. He was reduced to past tense in a matter of seconds.

Bear, like Rooster and Maverick, stood in silence. Each one mourning the man they knew. Maverick mourned a young pilot, mourned for him like he had mourned for his own RIO 40 years ago and still did today. Rooster and the Daggers mourned a friend, a teammate, and a damn good pilot, leaving Bear to grieve in silence for the man she had slowly and suddenly fallen in love with.

The world was quiet. Everyone around Bear was eyeing one another, unsure on how to proceed. They had never seen her like this before, quiet and still. That wasn’t their Commander. But Bug quickly took charge, directing everyone to pack up the evidence found and place the remaining bodies in their bags, being careful to do so out of Bear’s line of sight.

The woman in question stepped away from the crowd of people, trying to give herself room to process. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Laughing darkly, Bear brushed her tears away. “Someone is having a fucking field day now, huh. Guess this is karma for being too scared to make a move,” she spat, her pain turning to anger. And she was furious. They took him from her. They didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye. And now Bear was left standing alone on the sand, struggling to comprehend everything.

But what she didn’t know was that way back by the compound stood a group of men, watching her with poorly concealed humor in their eyes. “The mighty Bear brought to her knees because a man died,” one of them chuckled. “Guess Miller was right. Saif’s intel was good.”

“Watch it,” hissed another. “Bug is getting close. I am not going to prison because one of you couldn’t keep your mouths shut.”

“Shut the fuck up, you dick. This was your idea. If anyone is going down, it’s you.”

A few more hushed words were exchanged before they dispersed to “help” with the clean up. In reality, photos were being secretly taken and would be sent to al-Hameed’s spy network, who would take this information to the IJU and use it to plan attacks in the name of their fallen leader.

All was going according to plan.

Except for Flare racing over to Bear, her eyes wide. “Echo 5 saw a chute, he must have ejected!” the woman cried out.

Bear froze. Just like that, a burst of heat flared open in her heart, filling the once gaping void with hope. “FAK, get your gear. You, me, Chip, Daisy, and the Tweedles are going after him. Bug, you are in charge until I get back. If anyone has a problem with that, then too bad. Am I clear?” Bear ordered.

“Yes ma’am. Bring him home.” Bug nodded, whistling for the others to continue what they were doing as Bear and the other piled into a helicopter, following the directions of Echo 5 who had eyes on Jake.

Bear’s hand was shaking the entire time they were airborne. She and the others scanned the desert for any sign of the truck that had shot Jake down, but to no avail. Nothing moved in the desert below them, and once again, the not knowing made everything ten times worse. The pilot flew them out past the watch of the two other Echo teams, Bear having to turn at the sight of the debris casting blacker shadows on the ground in spite of the just barely rising sun. She swallowed back the bile rising in her throat, everything felt off. She was shaken and in no condition to lead her team, but she had to try. Jake needed her, would need her if he was indeed alive, and she had to stay strong for him.

She sat stock still, the terrain below blurring together until Chip shook her gently. “We’re here ma’am,” he told her quietly, breaking through her thoughts.

Bear nodded. “Toss the ropes down. Maxwell, you can land a little ways off. We will need you for the ride home,” she informed the man in the cockpit, who gave her a thumbs up.

The ropes went down and down slid the rescue team, Bear bringing up the rear, weapon raised and ready should it be needed. She kept her head up, not being able to handle accidentally catching sight of Jake’s body, should he not have made it, but a shout from FAK had her hurrying through the sand.

Laying half-tucked in the shell of his aircraft, was Jake. He lay hidden in the shadows, curled around himself with one hand out-stretched like he had been reaching for something. The sight of his pale face was enough to still her every thought.

Bear let out a strangled gasp, hand coming to cover her mouth in shock and horror at the sight of the shrapnel caught in his leg and the cuts across his arms where blood had turned his khaki flight suit a copper brown.

FAK sprang into action, immediately sinking to their knees and checking for a pulse. The group was silent, waiting with baited breath for the proclamation of his life of death and it was a heartbreaking silence. Finally, after a minute or two, FAK turned to Bear, eyes shining with tears. “He’s alive, Ma’am,” the medic said, their voice shaking just a little as they watched Bear crumple to her knees, overwhelmed with emotion at the news. “We need to get him out of here. He will bleed out if we don’t get him airborne and back to base immediately.”

Daisy and Chip nodded, each moving to support FAK but quickly stopped when the unconscious man’s hand twitched. “Bear,” Daisy said. “Come here.”

And she did. Crouching next to Jake, Bear picked up his hand, holding it in hers as FAK and Chip made to stabilize the piece of metal in his leg. She stared down at his face, taking in the smoothness of his features. Even on the brink of death, he was beautiful. “We’re ready to move him,” FAK said softly, placing their hand on Bear’s. “I need you to let go.”

Bear nodded, but she hesitated, glancing down one final time to see those green eyes she loved so much staring up at her. “Teddy…” he slurred, making to reach for her face before his hand slumped back to the ground and his eyes slid shut once again.

“We have to go. Now,” one of the Tweedles spoke as he ran over to where the others were huddled. “Three trucks approaching quickly.”

“What?” Bear stood, hurrying over to look for herself, and sure enough, there were three trucks barely a minute away and gaining on them. “What the fuck? What happened to the comms?”

“I don’t know, they aren’t working. We can’t get through,” he told her, eyes fixed on the vehicles.

Bear whirled around, the anger she had doused rearing back once more. Jake was alive. For now. And she would do everything she could to keep him that way. “FAK and Tweedles, get him to Max. Daisy, Chip on me, we buy them time. Move!” Bear ordered, picking up her rifle from where it hung over her shoulder and opened fire.

Bullets ricocheted off the paneling of the approaching trucks, a few finding their marks in the men on board. Their yells only increased her fury. The mask of impenetrable calm descended and she felt it settle as she ducked behind a large piece of a wing. They wouldn’t be taking him from her again. Not if she had anything to say about it. Nearby, Daisy and Chip had drawn fire from the other two vehicles, picking off their occupants one at a time until they heard FAK scream at them to move.

Bear turned just briefly, reeling back as a bullet flew past her face. “Go!” She yelled at Daisy. “Get back!” Daisy did just that, she dropped her weapon and took off across the sand towards the ready helicopter only a little ways back.

Working together, Chip and Bear had created enough space for one of them to make a break for it. “Chip! Go!”

“Not without you!” He yelled back.

Bear growled. “Go! You have a kid waiting for you to come home. Move your ass!” The look in her eyes must have contained hellfire itself because all it took was one glance at her face and Chip was racing across the sand.

She was now holding all of the enemy’s fire at her position, gritting her teeth as she loaded her last clip into her weapon. Bear vaguely heard Daisy and Chip open fire from the helicopter that had begun to take off, a rope ladder dangling from the side. “Bear!” Without a thought, Bear sprinted from her hiding spot, her weapon slapping into her thigh as she ran as hard as she could across the sand.

Not even ten steps from the ladder, a hand wrapped around her arm and yanked her back. Bear swore, whirling with her knife in hand, stabbing and slashing at anything that moved. But it was futile. She could see it on FAK’s face as they swore and began CPR. Bear had to make a choice. Save her team and doom herself or save herself and lose Jake.

It was an easy choice.

“Go!” Bear screamed at the helicopter. “Go! Leave me here!”

Daisy shook her head, eyes wide. “We don’t leave Seals behind!”

A blade slashed Bear’s arm, spurring her on to redouble her fight against her attackers. “Save him!”

Her team screamed at her, their begging and pleading falling on deaf ears as Bear slashed and stabbed. But each attacker that fell dead, another seemed to appear. It finally took one of the men opening fire at the helicopter for the message to sink in. The helicopter had to leave now, else its occupants would be killed.

It was only when her team was far enough away that they couldn’t be harmed, did Bear stop fighting. One final man fell dead at her feet but the remaining seven stared at her with contempt, and all it took was a kick to her stomach to make her double over.

The man spat something at her in a language she couldn’t understand over the pounding of her heart in her ears, and it was at this moment that it sunk in. Jake was safe. She saved him. Whatever happened now, he was safe. That was all that mattered in the end.

So Bear lifted her knife once more and plunged it into the chest of the man that had kicked her, driving it in deep. “Hope I don’t fucking see you in Hell,” she hissed. “You’d be the only man in history to die twice.”

Then a blinding pain erupted from the back of her head, and it all went black.

All she remembered was being dragged through the sand when she awoke in a cell little bigger than a closet in a building she didn’t recognize.

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A/N: Again, I'm sorry. Thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for yelling at me and helping me out with words.

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Games and Complaints

Summary: A football game leads to another thing and Jake is on the brink of losing you.

Word count: 2.7K

Pairing:Jake seresin x pilot!reader callsign: Athena/Thena/Thia (Coyote calls her Thia)

Warning/tags: angst, Jake being jake, i dont know anything about fighter pilot training so take the info with a pinch of salt, lmk if i missed anything!

A/n: ITS TIMEEEEE!!!! HAPPY CHRISTMASSS!! I hope everyone had a great Christmas or Hanukkah (to whomever that celebrate). anyone looking forward to the new year? omg this chapter is...!!!! you guys will find out anyway. Enjoyyyy <333

English is not my first language so there may be grammar mistakes. You have been warned.

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Week two of training was the most difficult for all of them. Maverick explaining the depth of the mission and its details seemed to only add to your doubt that someone may not be coming back from the mission. But also fueling into the idea that it’s downright impossible.

“...Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target; two and a half minutes…”

Mission details were unfolded one by one. You glanced towards Coyote as you sat next to him, eyes wandering towards Hangman who was just cross. He looked weirdly relaxed for a mission which was probably impossible. The cold AC from above you was doing nothing to calm your shaking.

Maverick continued about how time was to be your greatest adversary and the amount of forced G’s your will be facing throughout the simulated mission before dismissing everyone into their teams for the exercise.

“Time to target is one minute thirty, we are two seconds behind.”

“We gotta move, Coyote, Athena.”

You heard Bob and Phoenix warn over the radio, examining the pathway ahead of you. The sheer force of gravity pushed the air out of your lungs as you let the familiar thrill of it take over you. A good one in fact-whenever you were at a high altitude. But now at a much lower hard deck, you felt like this was the last thing you’d ever wanted to do.

“Increase speed to 480 knots.” You ordered Coyote from behind him in the dual jet.

“Copy, increasing speed.” Javy replied back just as he increased his speed to Bob. You looked down on the pathway ahead through the small screen, taking notice of a slight edge that was sticking out of the hill. A possible disruption that could be a problem when Javy takes a turn. But before you could issue a warning Javy pushed on the throttle to increase his speed; instantly pulling it back down as he almost made contact with the side of the hill.

“Oh shit.” Phoenix grunted over the radio, leaving You to look over their plane as it manoeuvred over yours, hitting the max ceiling.

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Everyone had taken their turns, with only Rooster managing to successfully complete the exercise without breaking any of the conditions. They sat back in the hanger, analysing where everyone had gone wrong. You were starting to zone out next to Coyote but tried to keep a straight mind and focus on Mav’s critics. Before you could fully fall asleep on Javy, he tapped your thigh softly. Gesturing to the simulation that was now playing again on the screen.

“Why are they dead?” Mav questioned. Looking pointedly towards you and Coyote but before you could open her mouth to answer him, Phoenix piped up.

“We broke the 300-foot ceiling. The SAMs took us out.” She explained causing Maverick to shake his head and looking back at you and Coyote straight in the eye.

“No, why are they dead?” Dragging each word out.

“I slowed down and I didn’t give her a warning. It's my fault.” Coyote answered.

“Athena? Why are they dead? Was there a reason you didn't communicate with your team?” He pressed again. He knew about the systems as well as any other fighter pilot, he was once best friends with a WSO.

He had heard about your tales during your academy days through Warlock and Cyclone. The best of the best. So, for someone like you to not be at the top of your game was slightly concerning to Maverick.

“I saw the obstruction but I didn't give a warning in time. This led to Coyote increasing and decreasing his speed in an instant. Phoenix almost crashed into us before she had to break the ceiling in order to not crash. I’m sorry, sir.” You explained yourself, adding the apology at the end to console him as if you were talking to their family.

“An apology their family will accept at the funeral.” He stated before moving onto Phoenix and Bob.

Your head was hung low as you tried thinking back to when you were completing the exercise. To anyone it would have looked as though she saw it coming but weren't fast enough to give a warning in time. But to you, it was a late reaction time. As someone who was known to have a quick reaction to almost anything, this was unusual. A turn on the terrain that you were briefed on prior to it was only the simplest of tasks that even an undergraduate would have done. What is going on with your mind?

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Football was a weird game. Having grown up playing anything other than the most beloved sport in the country, you- to this day couldn't understand why it was called football when all you did was pass the football with your hands.

Regardless, you didn't have much of a choice as it was already decided long ago by Maverick that today was Dogfight Football day.

“Offence and defense at the same time.” as Mav put it before selecting teams. Somehow you had ended up on the team opposite to Hangman’s. Lining up in your respective positions, you locked eyes with him. Putting two fingers up to where his eyes were and then pointing them back towards yourself as you heard Hindi’s whistle go off.

Every move you made, you felt him somewhere behind, but everytime you looked behind you found nothing.

You didn't know how long it had been since you’d started playing under the scorching heat that was beating down your backs. All you could feel was Hangman’s burning gaze in the back of your skull everytime you moved to defend.

“Yo, Thena! Heads up!” Payback shouted from ahead of you. Pointing to Rooster who was about to throw the ball in your direction.

You successfully managed to grab the ball from him, and just as she was about to throw it to Coyote, you felt it. A growing numbness in your skull. Head throbbing as it had done countless times in the last week. You shook your head, making a run for it regardless and throwing the ball towards Coyote without a second thought. He catched it with ease as you felt some of the people move from behind you to intercept it.

A hand suddenly appeared on your shoulder, jumping back in surprise, you turned towards the person who had just scared the living shit out of you.

“Woah. sorry, didn't mean to scare ya’ there, Athena.” Mav apologised before managing to grab a distance between the two of you.

“This is probably not the best time to talk about this but do y’ have a moment?” He asked politely before gesturing you off the makeshift field that you’d been playing on.

“Is everything okay, sir? If this is about the exercise the other day, I truly didn't have enough time to react to it-”

“It's not that.” He stopped you from rambling on before it got out of control. “I read your records, you graduated as a WSO and Fighter pilot?”

“Yes, sir.” You moved your hands behind your back, answering him curtly as you started walking back towards the beach chairs.

“May I ask how? It's not to be rude or anything, just curious. You don't see something like that everyday on someone’s file.”

Highlighting an interest in your training was something many people had done in the past. It was true, the path of training for both statuses wasn't nearly as easy as you had thought. It wasn’t even possible when you had presented the idea to her training officer back when you were a Top Gun trainee.

“I taught myself, actually. My training instructor said it was impossible and not typical for US pilots to be trained in both. But I already had previous training in both fields from being an weapons system operator overseas as an apprentice. I passed basic and complex training programmes for them. So they let me graduate with both diplomas.” You explained, going over each detail of your training. Which led Mav to question you further as you reached the end of the wet sands where Colonel Simpson stood, hands on his hips.

“What is this?” He questioned, looking over to the team that had Bob on their shoulders cheering for him as he made the last touchdown.

It made you smile.

“It’s dogfight football, offence and defence at the same time.” Mav repeated what he had explained to the rest earlier.

As Cyclone enquires further about the Mav’s game plan of making the guys a team, you moved further up the beach where Penny sat, most likely doing her taxes.

“Hey kiddo.” Penny says as you approach the bench she was sat on. Giving you a small wave. “There is beer inside if you want any, on the house.”

“Thank you Penny, but I’m technically working.” Slumping down across from her on the warm wood, you gave her a smile before looking out towards your friends and teammates. A solemn look on your face.

You let your eyes scan for him. Not wanting to make the staring obvious, but failing, because at that exact moment you unintentionally makes eye contact with his green orbs. Even from a few hindered yards of distance, you could make out that damn smirk that graces his lips again, sending you a wink.

“So, what’s up with you and Hangman?” Penny piped up, a suggestive smile on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows.

“What? Nothing. Nothing is going on between me and Jake.” You clarified, blood rushing it’s way up your neck and ears as you felt them burn hot.

“Didn’t look like that the other night.” That piqued your interest, looking back towards the older woman with a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“The man couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night, sweetie. Unfortunately, you were far too gone to notice it that day. Looked like a kicked puppy when you left with Coyote.” She explains,

“I think you should talk to him about it.”

Your mind wanders back to that night. A blurry haze of whiskey and pool. It was true that you had feel his stare from the moment you’d stepped foot at the hard deck but it didn’t take you long before you had completely blanked out.

“Oh” was the only thing you managed to choke out before you took notice of everyone that was currently making their way back towards the Hard Deck. Sending a wave towards them, you saw Payback and Coyote making a run towards you. Immediately knowing what they were up to, you made a run for it.

“You can’t run from us, Thena!” You heard them shout from behind you.

Running as fast as your lungs could take you. Causing them to lose your tail in the process but just as you were about to make a turn around the back entrance of the Hard Deck, you collided with hard flesh, almost losing your balance. Sweaty arms wrapped themselves around your waist as your eyes locked with marble irises. Jake. Your hands found a place at the centre of his chest as you stabled on your feet again.

“Woah there, sweetheart. Where are you off to?” Goddamn that accent was gonna be the death of you. You shook her head, as if physically trying to push the thoughts away from your mind. Refusing to speak to him, afraid that if you did- everything Penny had just told you about that night would spill like a waterfall.

Hesitantly, you cleared your throat, attempting to get away from him but his hands stayed put at the dip of your hips, locking you in place. You resisted his touch, struggling to remove his hands from you as he trapped you between him and the unusually cold wall behind her.

“Hangman, let go.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

He laughed at your failed attempts, there was no malice in it, but you couldn’t quite place what else it could be either.

He shook his head when you give up, crossing you arms in front of your chest. Looking up at him through thick lashes. The glowing sun that bounced off his back and the grains of sand that stuck to his chest did nothing to stop you from staring at him only made him look more heavenly. Stop it, you scolded yourself.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

You blinked, once, then twice, eyes widening in shock as your mouth fell open. Thinking you may have misheard him. Or even failed to hear a word or two before he said it.

“What?”

“I want you.”

It fell off his lips so softly that you almost melted in place. He placed a hand just under your jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eyes as he cupped the right side of your face. He looked at you with such tender and soft eyes, it made you dizzy. Heat radiating itself off his body suddenly did nothing to stop that.

You shook your head. This couldn't be happening. Not now…not when you were so close to proving yourself to him. That you didn't need him, not for the mission, not in any way.

“Jake...” His name floated out her mouth like a prayer, pleading. You tried again, to remove his touch that was burning into your skin, like it was to leave its traces forever.

You finally broke eye contact, looking down towards your feet that were buried in the sand, digging your toes further into them. Trying to ground or bury yourself in the warm grains.

“Jake, no, I can’t.” Pleading to him.

You didn't want to explain your reasoning, it was stupid, yes. But you don't wants to give him the satisfaction of doing a bigger mission without having to tell you why he left. If he had done so just before he had left, you may have forgiven him, but it’s done.

“Thena…if this is about me leaving you in Atlanta, i am so-”

“No, Jake. You don’t get to just leave and then apologise about it later. What if we weren't invited back to fighter town for this mission? Then what? What would you have done? Came back and apologised? Would you have done that?” You questioned, anger and frustration lacing your words.

His hands dropped, head hung low as he moved a step away before you continued; “No, you wouldn't because you are Jake Seresin. You don't get to stand here and confess that you want me when you could have been a decent person and apologised when we saw each other again at the hard deck two weeks ago.”

You huffed, vision blurring with the tears that were rolling down your cheeks in anger. You wiped them off immediately, finished with the reason as to why you were so angry at him.

“They kicked me off the team a day after you left, Hangman.”

His callsign held no malice as it left your mouth. This caused his head to turn back up, looking at you with a frown as you continued,

“Torch had called me into his office after you left and told me to pack my bags and leave. Saying I wasn’t needed on the team because you weren't there.”

He stood there with his feet planted into the sand. In disbelief. He hadn't known they had kicked you off the team, sure he had told Torch (the commanding officer for the mission) his reason for leaving but he hadn't expected them to throw you off the team.

But before he could open his mouth to apologise or comfort you, you moved, away towards your car that was parked just across from where you stood in the parking lot. Backing away while he still stood in front of the wall, pondering over his actions.

Snapping out of his daze, he ran after you, calling your name, telling you to stop which only made you go faster. As you got near to your car, you slowed, fresh tears still falling from your eyes. You tried to calm down.

Opening your car and locking the door. You heard frantic knocks on the window before Jake’s voice came through, muffled.

“Thena, Open the door! I just want to talk about this! Please!”

You ignored his pleading, closing your eyes and breathing deep before you fished out the keys from your shorts pocket and started the car. The knocking only got louder and his shouting more frantic as you pulled out of the parking space. Leaving him standing in the middle of the parking lot tarmac as you drove off.

You wished you could turn back time. Back to that goddamn mission and not argued with him everytime he opened his mouth. Maybe he would have stayed, maybe then you would have told him how you had liked him for so long. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so hard on you if you had told him this years ago. Spilling all of your love out for him the second he’d showed up at your doorstep that night when Javy wasn't in town to comfort you over a break up. Maybe he would have been the one…

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When You're Ready - P. Mitchell

pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Female!Reader (age gap implied) word count: 1k warnings: Uranium Mission, bruises, mentions of character death, mentions of death, mentions of traumatic injuries, TopGun Shit Maverick Masterlist | Main Masterlist

If Pete Mitchell could have had things his way you and Bradley wouldn’t have been anywhere near the carrier or this mission. But he knew that Bradley was one of the best pilots the Navy had to offer, and you were one of the best doctors. He knew that if things were wayward, and they were more than likely going to, they would need you to do what you could to save their lives.

You had been standing in the comms listening to every single thing that was happening. The second that Phoenix said that Maverick’s plane had been hit, you left the room and sprinted to the infirmary to prepare the team for the worst. You had seen enough pilots who had been shot out of the sky to know what to expect; burns, carnage, missing limbs, blood and even death.

In the back of your mind as you stood on the carrier, watching as the other pilots landed and saw the sad looks on their faces, you knew that the chances of Maverick coming back alive are slim to nothing. You also had Rooster to worry about too, having heard that he had been shot down too. You had lost pilots before, good pilots, some of the best you had ever seen, but nothing would prepare you to lose the man you love and the boy you consider a son.

Eventually, you had to step away from the flight deck, getting direct orders from Admiral Simpson to return to the infirmary and wait for the chaplain to advise your team on what to do next. This was the part of the job you hated. Having to go down to the ship's storage and bring up two metal boxes and black body bags. You wanted to cry, you wanted to break down and yell at Simpson to get a rescue mission underway, but you also had a job to maintain.

You weren’t sure how long you were waiting to hear that they were sending a recovery team out to try and find their bodies. Your eyes were locked on the metal boxes and the brand new flags that were in clear plastic packages to be draped over them. It felt like just yesterday you were standing next to Sarah Kazansky as she accepted Iceman’s flag, and now, you were probably going to accept one for yourself.

You were near tears as you heard footsteps running towards the infirmary.

“Doctor Mitchell!” A sailor exclaimed.

“Yes?” You asked, lifting your head up.

“They’re coming in for a landing.”

You didn’t even pause for a moment, pushing yourself up from your seat and running with the sailor to the flight deck. The crew was busy hurrying about, trying to set up the net so they could stop the plane. You saw Hangman jump down from his plane and run over to where you were standing.

“Are they-”

“They stole an f-14,” Hangman explained, “Might be bruised from the ejection.”

The second the plane landed, and you saw Rooster get out first, a bright smile on his face as the crew came over and cheered for them. It felt like the air had returned back to your lungs seeing both men that you cared so much about back on the carrier. But the moment of happiness ended quickly as you looked at the blood on Rooster’s flight suit, and the way Maverick winced as he jumped down from the plane.

You pushed through the crowd and ran straight to your husband. He grunted as your body collided with his and pulled you into a tight hug. He smelt of smoke and jet fuel, but you could even smell the faintest bit of his cologne underneath all that. You pulled away from him and looked him over, seeing the cuts and scrapes on his face.

“I’m fine,” Maverick said, grabbing your face with both of his hands, “I’m okay.”

“The hell you are!” You cursed and smacked his hands away, “What the hell was that, Mitchell!”

Maverick laughed, “That was just me doing pilot things.”

“Bullshit,” You said and grabbed the sides of his flight suit, bringing him in for a kiss. Rooster looked over at the two of you, a smile on his face, “If you would’ve died on our anniversary that would’ve sucked.”

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t,” Maverick put his arm around your shoulders, “Now, I might need you to look at this bruise.”

The rest of the night was spent taking care of both Rooster and Maverick. Their injuries weren’t nearly as bad as you thought they were going to be, and you were thankful for that. Rooster needed a couple of bandaids and a splint for one of his fingers. Maverick, on the other hand, had bruises and scrapes along his body, having had a harsher landing than Rooster.

“Ow, fuck,” Maverick cursed as you cleaned one of the scrapes, “Can you make it hurt less?”

“How about we don’t eject out of metal death traps at nearly fifty-five years old,” You sassed back and Maverick gave you a look, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Maverick sighed, “I think. . . I think I’m done after this one.”

“What do you mean?” You looked up at your husband. His eyes were glossy and you couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or from what he just said, “Mav, I was just kidding-”

“No,” Maverick cleared his throat, “You’re right. I am fifty-five years old, most of the guys I flew with are retired by now, they have families, grandkids even, and I. . . I have no one to mourn when I burn in.”

“You have me,” You grabbed his hand, “And I said that I would wait on the kids thing until you were ready.”

“Well, I’m ready now,” Maverick smiled and squeezed your hand. You felt like crying too.

You sniffled and pulled your hand back so you could finish patching him up. It was going to be the end of an epic era, Captain Pete Mitchell retiring and settling down to be a family man, but he knew that he was making the right choice. He smiled to himself and leaned back against the crinkly paper of the exam table, and let you finish patching him up.

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onlyvrse · 2 years

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hold onto these for me

“need ‘ya to hold onto these for me, can you do that for me, princess?”

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x female!pilot!reader

summary: in which rooster gives you his aviators to take care of. he’s very adamant that you don’t drop them.

genre: porn with plot, that’s it.

warnings: unprotected sex (not recommended), oral f! receiving, dirty talk, reader attempts to be a brat but gets put into her place very fast, soft!dom bradley, possessive boyfriend rooster, public sex (they do it in a bathroom?) hangman is a whiny bitch (yes, that’s a warning), teeny tiny spoilers ( i think?)

a/n: always in lower case. trying to pace smut a bit better lol be patient with me. i love phoenix and bob, cries. c/s = call sign. still working on pacing smut a little better but um yes

word count: 2.3k

this is purely a work of fiction

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you watch as phoenix proceeds to beat hangman’s ass at pool, giggling from your position in your boyfriends lap, a hand placed on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb as he’s preoccupied in conversation. “seresin, man, i thought you were supposed to be good at pool.” bradley chuckles, taking a sip of his beer as he watches, entertained by hangman’s constant complaints of losing. “well, rooster, why don’t you play for me instead of dry humping c/s in-front of all of us?” your head whips to the blonde aviator as soon as the comment leaves his mouth, you tilt your head, amused. “s’okay to be jealous jake, we all know roos beat you to me, not that you had much of a chance anyway. what’s past is past, for all of us.” phoenix sputters out into laughter, your eyes flicker to coyote who has a hand over his mouth in attempts not to laugh along with her. your eyes make their way back to hangman, his lips are in a tight line- instead of a snarky remark, which you were expecting, he shakes his head and continues to play pool- even if he is losing. “always had an attitude didn’t you?” bradley asks, a hand snaking around your waist as you giggle, “you love it, roos.” he takes another sip of his beer, pushing his aviators up the bridge of his nose.

“that i do.”

hangman, ironically, hangs his head before tapping his pool cue against the hardwood floor, “you guys better not fuck in the open where we can see you, i swear to god rooster if i find some sticky white shit in your plane-” he’s cut off by a pool cue to the abdomen courtesy of phoenix. “leave ‘em alone, bagman.” he winces, bracing himself on the edge of the pool table as bob laughs at him. “atta girl, phoenix!” you call out, laughing as you lean back against your boyfriend. “you’re lucky you’re pretty, c/s.” he grunts, straightening up to his full height. “that she is, hangman. ‘nd i suggest you keep on playing pool and keep your eyes to yourself unless you wanna end up in an early grave.” your boyfriend curtly responds, putting the man in his place as he nonchalantly takes a sip of his beer. you watch as seresin and rooster stare each other down from their respective places. “easy, lieutenants. let’s try not to kill each other before we even know what the mission is.” phoenix sighs and you smile at her, mouthing a ‘thank you.’ she’d always been the peacemaker between your boyfriend and hangman. as much as you try to stop them, the cocky bastard would always get under your skin eventually, and you too, would end up joining bradley in attempts to shut him up.

your squadron always knew that if someone messed with you, they were messing with rooster too. vice versa. due to the high level of risk associated with your jobs, you had each-others backs no matter the situation, whether it be in the sky or on the ground. you two were inseparable.

thankfully, the tension eases rather swiftly and a new pool game has started. you laugh at phoenix and bob’s antics, shifting slightly before a harsh grip meets your hips. “stop moving, damn it.” he orders, a hush in your ear as he continues to sip at the beer bottle in his hand. you cough, clearing your throat as you continue to spectate the game. you knowingly shift your position again, making sure to put a bit of pressure on the growing tent in his pants- this earns a low groan from the man behind you. “what’d i say?” he asks, grip still tight on your hips. you feign an innocent look, “m’sorry roos, didn’t mean to.” that’s a lie. “uh-huh, sure.” he mumbles, downing the rest off his beer before setting it on the bar top. both of his arms are wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. you move again.

“y’never listen, do you?”

you shake your head, biting your lip in anticipation of what he does next. cheers erupt from behind you, followed by a chanting of bob’s name- you assume he’s won the pool game, but suddenly you’re being dragged away by the wrist. “what’re you-” bradley pulls you both into a random room, locking the door behind him before lifting you up onto the counter. his lips crash onto yours before you even have the time to process where you are, he bites at your bottom lip and you gasp into his mouth, bradley taking the opportunity to slide his tongue in. you moan against his lips, his hands kneading the fat of your ass through your denim shorts as he begins to kiss his way from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. you whine under his touch, his hand reaching for your breast as he gropes harshly, you whine- he smiles against your skin, knowing how easily he can get you to melt under his touch.

he looks up at you through his aviators before taking them off. you think he’s going to tuck them into his shirt like usual, but no. he places them delicately on the top of your head, tucking the hooks behind your ears.“need ‘ya to hold onto these for me, can you do that for me, princess?” you audibly swallow, nodding at him as you let him unzip your shorts, his fingers hooking at the belt loops and you lift your hips to help him take them off. the aviators slip to the bridge of your nose as you look down at him hungrily and he tuts, grabbing your chin so you make eye contact. “you better not drop them. you’re gonna be good for me, right baby?” you nod, taking in your surroundings as you lift his aviators to perch on top of your head again.

you’re in a fucking disabled stall.

he notices your eyes scanning around and he cups the side of your face, rubbing this thumb against your cheek before hovering it over your bottom lip. better be quiet, darlin’. don’t want anyone hearing you but me.” and without any warning, there’s a finger rubbing against your clothed cunt and you whine, he kisses you again to swallow the sound. “y’so brave and cold up in the sky baby, but you’re such a needy little thing for me, aren't you?” you mewl at the comment, kissing him feverishly as he continues to tease you. “roos, fuck, please-.” before you can even finish your sentence, his knuckle’s pushed your underwear to the side and he’s gathering your slick with two fingers. “you’re fucking soaked, doll.” you mewl at the comment, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he begins to toy with your bundle of nerves. your hips buck against his hand, desperate for more friction. “patience, doll. i’ll give you what you want, just give me a sec, y’look so pretty like this.” you head lulls back at the comment, gasping as you feel the sunglasses slip to the back of your head- you’re quick to catch them and reposition them to where you want them, thankfully. he notices this, “that’s my girl, so good for me,” he mumbles before a finger enters you and you cry out as he pumps it in and out of you. “shh, baby, people will hear you. y’gotta be quiet for me can you do that? you can be as loud as you want when we’re home.” another finger. you bite down on your lip as you watch him kneel on the ground, pushing his fingers in and out of you and marvelling at the sinful noises.

you whine softly as he stills his fingers, he starts kissing your inner thighs before licking a stripe up your soaked cunt. you throw your head back against the wall, heavily panting as you try to stop yourself from moaning out his name. his digits then resume their previous action, all while he’s sucking at your clit, his moustache giving extra stimulation to your already sensitive heat. his fingers curl up against the spongy spot in you and you rut your hips against his face, only to have him groan against you. you tangle your hands in his hair, gripping at his locks tightly as you feel the pressure building up in your stomach. “m’gonna- fuck, rooster,” you pant out, and he knows what this means, he knew it was coming by the way your walls clenched around his fingers. “i got you darlin’ you can let go.” your legs start to spasm around his fingers and he stands up to his full height, fingers still plunging inside of you. his thumb now focused on your clit while he kisses you, and you hum, tasting yourself on his lips. you’re pushed over the edge by another quick bite on your bottom lip, his lips on yours to hopefully, muffle the sound of your release. you’re panting once he pulls away, already fiddling with the zipper of his jeans as you pepper kisses anywhere you can reach, jaw, collarbone, neck.

you feel the tip of his length slide up and down your sensitive cunt, gathering slick before he sinks into you fully, both of you moaning at the all-too familiar feeling.

now you’re fucking, in a fucking disabled stall.

“’magine jake seeing you like this huh, all fucked out cause of me? only i can get you like this, baby. this pussy’s all mine. you’re all mine.” he starts rutting into you, fast, and your mouth is agape, senseless babbles and whines leaving your lips as you clutch at his shirt. “’m all yours.” you whimper, and he wraps a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as his lips crash onto yours- this time it’s hungrier, desperate. his tongue licks against your bottom lip and you let him in, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. your arms are draped around his neck, lazily grabbing for the hairs at the back of his neck as he continues to thrust into you. your head falls to his shoulder due to the overwhelming feeling of him stuffing you full. “what’d i say about moving?” he says, thrusting into your cunt as you whimper. “don’t- don’t drop, the glasses.” you mumble, raising your head and trying to balance the aviators despite his thick length rutting in and out of you at an insanely fast pace. “good girl.” one of his hands snakes between you, and his thumb is on your clit again. “can y’do one more for me, baby?” “no, no- s’too much roos.” you babble, grabbing at his hair, “you can do it doll, i've got you, okay? you’re doing so well, baby.” you nod softly before kissing him again, moaning against his lips as he hits the spot with the tip of his dick, continuing to thrust into your heat as he toys with your clit.

“gonna, fuck- gonna cum again,”

he doesn’t speed up, or slow down- he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing as he’s licking and biting at your neck, anywhere he can. you clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that leaves you as your body feeling like it’s being covered in white-hot pleasure, legs trembling as he lowly moans at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. “atta girl, fuck, c/s. so good for me.” he groans, his hips stuttering in pace as you continue to whine at the feeling. “gonna fill you up, doll, and y’gonna take every last drop.” you tug at his hair when he thrusts into you particularly deeper, his aviators are now barely on the bridge of your nose as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure, his head falling to your shoulder, moaning as he finishes inside of you and you whimper at the feeling of him coating your walls. the air is hot, and smells like sex. both of you take a second to catch your breath. you make an incoherent noise as he pulls out, fixing your underwear to it’s original position as he fixes his appearance. he places a kiss to your temple before handing you your denim shorts. you smile at him weakly, “need a hand?” he asks, shit-eating-grin on his face as he watches your legs shake when you push yourself off of the counter. “no-” you stumble, “maybe.” he laughs heartily, placing an arm on your shoulder as you dress yourself again. “fuck, penny is going to kill us if she ever finds out.” he shrugs, “let’s just make sure she doesn’t then, our little secret.”

“here, take this.”

you’re draped in his hawaiian shirt leaving the stall, walking towards the bar where phoenix and bob are stationed spectating the rest of the squadron. you wince at the feeling of your boyfriend’s seed slowly soaking your underwear. phoenix notices this. “you alright, c/s?” you nod, a little too enthusiastically. “yeah! yeah, all good, just a ‘lil dazed s’all.”

“dazed, huh?” her eyes scan over the two of you, quizzically. she notes the bite mark on your lip, the fresh maroon of a hickey just under the hem of your shirt, how you’re wearing his sunglasses, and his shirt- then she turns her attention to him, she notes the faint scratch mark by his shoulder. you watch her eyes widen as she pieces it together, smacking bobs arm with the back of her hand. “oh my god, bob!” bob stares, mouth still partially full of the bars complimentary peanuts.

“what! what is it? what am i missing?”

you giggle, leaning into your boyfriend as bob desperately tries to figure out what’s going on. “not so much of a secret anymore, roos.”

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hope you enjoy! i'm so sorry this took so long to get out pff my brain doesn't like me currently

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clacefe · 2 years

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"As you wish."

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

Summary: Reader does a dangerous stunt while training with Maverick. Rooster doesn't really like that.

Warnings: Fluff -- angst if you squint

“Good morning, aviators.” Maverick’s voice and the sound of his jet’s engine filtered through the speaker in your helmet. “This is your Captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighter maneuvres. As briefed, today’s exercise is dogfighting. Gun only. No missiles.”

The word caused excitement to rush through your entire body. It had been a while since you’d had the chance to have a good dogfight –ever since you graduated from Top Gun.

The only thing combat-wise that you’d already done with the jet since graduating was firing missiles. And that hadn’t even been in close range. And so, you were almost bouncing in your seat from elation. For God’s sake, you had the chance to dogfight with one of the best –if not the best– pilots in history!

Payback and his WSO Fanboy were in the jet flying beside you. Already thinking ahead, you put the cord of your oxygen mask around the hook on your helmet.

“We do not go below the hard deck of 5000 feet. Working as a team, you have to shoot me down or else–”

“Or else what, Sir?” you opened your mouth for the first time since being in the air.

“Or else I shoot back. If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose,” he responded.

“Sir, let’s say we put some skin in the game,” Payback said. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Whoever gets shot down first has to do 200 push-ups.”

“Guys!” you protested, not at all looking forward to the heavy exercise that was waiting for any of you once you’ve touched down.

“That’s a lot of push-ups,” Maverick agreed.

“Well, uh, they don’t call it an exercise for nothing, Sir!” Fanboy laughed.

“You got yourself a deal, gentlemen. Light’s on. Let’s turn and burn!”

You flipped your visor down, ready for the challenge.

“You see him, Ace?” Payback asked you while looking around.

Scanning the area yourself, you responded, “Nothing here, Payback. He must be behind us if he’s not showing up on the radar.”

You’d barely even spoken the sentence before Maverick’s jet flew up in the space between you and the two other men.

Surprised –and, to be honest, a little bit panicked– you fumbled for the joystick between your legs, desperately trying to make the jet stop spinning. You heard the gentlemen’s cries of surprise from the other jet.

You set your eyes on your target, who was flying to where you were.

“Ace, where’s your wingman?” you heard Maverick ask through the radio.

“We’re coming, hold on!” Payback shouted through the comms.

It wasn’t long before you saw that Maverick was trying to get a lock on you.

But you weren’t about to do 200 push-ups. No way. They didn’t call you Ace for nothing. You were the best of your class. You tried to be the best in everything that you did. And you weren’t about to lose now.

So, you pushed the stick away from you, making the nose of the jet careen downwards. You felt the negative G-forces almost instantly, making you grunt.

You weaved from right to left, making sure that Maverick wasn’t able to get a lock on you.

“Ace, pull up!” You ignored the cries of your wingmen, going closer and closer to the ground. The altitude system in the jet started going red. A computer voice repeated, “Pull up.”

Once you knew that you were close enough to the ground with Maverick still following you, you finally pulled up, drawing the joystick as close as possible to your body.

The change in G-forces didn’t do any wonders for your body, making you feel weak. But this is what you’d trained for. You could handle it.

You twisted the plane in a looping, making sure that you ended up behind Maverick. And just before your system had a lock on the experienced pilot, he did the famous Cobra manoeuvre.

“Holy shit!” you heard Fanboy shout through the radio.

You were going to twist sideways in order to avoid being locked on, but it was too late. The tell-tale beeping alerted you that Maverick had gotten a lock on you.

“You’re out, Ace. Return to base, everyone.”

“Damn it,” you muttered under your breath, defeated.

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You nursed a cold bottle of water after having been forced to do 200 push-ups in the blistering sun. You still felt drops of sweat trickling down your neck, but you had no desire to immediately jump into the shower.

The cafeteria was empty, save for the resident cook that was about to turn in for the night.

“Good night, Ace. Don’t fall asleep here, will you?”

You nodded, not really looking at him. Your gaze was set on the pictures on the wall opposite of you. Everyone must’ve been at the Hard Deck by now. You included, normally.

That’s why you looked surprised as the door to the cafeteria opened once again.

“There you are.” Rooster’s familiar voice echoed around the room.

You two used to be classmates at Top Gun. During that time, you’d built a friendship with him. But you had always felt that there was something more to it. Something more than just friendly hugs and pats on the back.

However, unfortunately, it had always been one-sided. You knew that Rooster would never have any romantic feelings toward you. You weren’t like any of the other girls he’d dated in the past.

The metal bench creaked as he sat beside you, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“You scared me, you know,” he spoke after a beat of silence. “I heard Payback and Fanboy shouting through the radio that you weren’t pulling up.”

You shook your head. He had nothing to worry about. “I had everything under control, Bradley. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have spun out.”

He turned his head toward you, his gaze was pained. “But what if you did?” he whispered.

“Then I would’ve ejected. It’s not as if the move I did was life-endangering,” you scoffed.

You stood up, ready to leave the cafeteria and this argument behind.

Rooster hastily stood up too and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving.

“Look, y/n. I don’t like worrying about you. But in our line of work, it’s almost impossible to not put ourselves in danger. But please.”

He cupped your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Please don’t endanger your life by pulling stupid stunts like that.”

You looked into his brown eyes, conflicted. The emotions raging around in those brown orbs were nothing short of endearing. Maybe even loving.

You looked at him, confused. But before you could say anything, Bradley dipped his head and connected your lips. It was slow, and careful how he moved his lips against yours.

As if he was uncertain that you’d reciprocate.

Without any further ado, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you, relishing the feeling of the kiss.

You separated and looked at him, breathless. “Can we do that again?”

Bradley smirked, “As you wish.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fic #rooster x you #rooster x y/n #top gun imagine #rooster fluff #oneshot

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oh-surprise-its-me · 8 months

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As much as I love Roos, I can't get over how protective Jav is if Jake. Like!!! He gets all serious when the jokes takes a serious turns, and holds back Roos before he cam jump at him.

So--! Married. Jake's dads know, so does javys mom and sister. Hell, they secretly had bets on who would make the first move and everything, javy is basically family since forever. But the daggers don't know (and okay, they both are very good at keeping secrets, Jake kept his whole family a secret ever since flight school!), they find out when one of them is hurt and the other just panics because fuck. Fuck close call how am I supposed to react there?? Sir? Mr compacflt how do you react to your admiral husband getting hurt Sir??? (Yeah, well, whoever of them it is, the answer never changes, and Tom never reacts well).

Could be random training/mission, could be the dagger training before bird strike, could be after Jake takes off as dagger spare but shit goes wrong...could be anything, but the daggers thought those two were just friends, close friends, and messing up with them about having a house together, and plans, and the rings too...

AHAHAHAAAAA MY TIME TO BE EVIL.

I live for Jake x Javy. I desperately need more of it. It’s like I’m 8 again and sticking two ken dolls together to kiss. I love this.

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When Jake slammed out of his plane they all could only watch. Javy can’t believe he just had to watch Jake eject. He’s never seen Jake eject before.

Fuck.

“Mav what’s happening! Why did Jake just go out???”

“His plane wasn’t responding to any controls Coyote. He ejected. Everyone come back now. No arguments.”

Javy scans the sky for the med helicopter. “Mav where is med.” “still coming Coyote. Return back to base.”

Javy can’t leave him out there. What kind of husband would that make him. Oh fuck Jake’s dads. They’re on base today. Javy is going to have to tell them their son is dead.

“JAVY!”

He snaps out of it at Tom’s voice. “Sir?” “Oh thank god Javy. It’s fine. Jake will be fine. Come back down. You hear me son?”

Javy opens his mouth and closes it. “Sir…?” Tom sighs. “Kid your husband and my son will be fine. He’s resilient. Bounced back as much as Ron does. Come home.” Javy obeys, he trusts Tom with anything. If he says Jake is fine then he’ll be fine.

When Javy lands he falls out of the cockpit. Somehow Ron is there to catch him. He takes him all the way to the ground with his weight. “Jake?” Ron nods. “Hospital. He’s fine though.”

The daggers are all standing on the side watching this unfold. Tom makes his way over. “Hey kiddo? Ready to go see him?”

Javy shakes out another sob. He can’t help it. He can’t lose Jake.

They slowly make their way up to the med bay.

There’s Jake. His incredible husband Jake.

“Javy!” Javy blinks. Apparently Jake is awake. That’s a good sign. He’s got blood in his blond hair but otherwise a soft cast on his wrist looks to be the worst.

“Broke my nose again tata! That might get me close to beating Papa’s record!”

Tom laughs and sits next to the bed after shoving Javy into the other chair, “baby not something to be proud of.” Jake grins. “So you called me husband across the entire radio huh? Is that why my phone is blowing up?”

Javy blinks. Whoops. He rubs the back of his neck and doesn’t look Jake in the eyes. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Jake laughs. “Baby I can’t wait to hold your hand while being out. But you know the daggers are going to as so many questions.”

Ron kisses Jake’s head and brushes a hand across Tom’s shoulders. “We’re going back to our room. We’ll see you in the morning okay boys?” The two younger men nod, “good. Love you both.”

Phoenix and Rooster slip into the room a few minutes later. “How’s he doing?” Javy shrugs from where he’s holding Jake. “Fine. Nothing lasting. Got lucky.”

Rooster nods. “Canwe ask you something?” Javy sighs, he knew this would be coming.

“Are you two happy like this?”

Oh fuck Javy wasn’t expecting that.

“Extremely. Never been happier. I’ve spend so much time with him already I wouldn’t know how to live without him.” Phoe nods and pats a hand on Jake’s hair. Roo claps a hand on Javy’s shoulders. “For the record I’m very happy for you both.”

“Thanks I’m happy for us as well.”

When Jake wakes up he’s warm. Javy must be in bed with him. He starts to wiggle to break free but remembers his wrist and hip are fucked up. He slowly just starts petting Javy’s hair. It’s like having a puppy right there in front of him at all times.

Jake voiced that thought once and got a spanking of a lifetime. He hasn’t said that out loud again (yet..)

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #tom x ron x chris #ron x chris x tom #top gun #jake hangman seresin #jake x Javy #javy coyote machado #javy machado x jake seresin #slider is jake's dad au #mac writes top gun #literally fell asleep writing this hopefully it makes sense

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phantomtgm · 10 months

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Phantom - Chapter Twenty Five

*very short chapter :p

Maverick’s P.O.V

I exhaled a breath as I heard Ava ejecting from her plane. Even though she had successfully ejected from the plane, that did not mean she was okay. She could be shot at by a bandit and the fact that I couldn’t do anything about it in my current situation was about to drive me off the wall.

It was enough for me to say fuck it and go after her but I was in a difficult dogfighting situation myself.

The pain in my chest was not from the high G’s that I had pulled, it was the heartbreak that I was currently feeling for Ava.

I didn’t know if she survived the ejection, I couldn’t hear her voice and I was ten seconds away from losing it completely.

She was most likely dead because of the impact of that ejection at that speed along with the fact that where we were at, she landed in a dangerous area with our enemies soaring above and down below. I clenched my fist around the control stick and struggled to get it together.

I swore if she did survive the ejection then the first thing I was going to do when we got back was make sure I married her even though I had never wanted to marry someone in my entire life.

Not even paying attention enough to listen to what was going around me, I maneuvered my way around, that is until I heard Rooster shout.

“I’m all out of countermeasures Mav!” My headshot to the left as I watched Rooster move in and out of place attempting to avoid getting hit by the enemy.

Shit.

I had to do something fast. I couldn’t let him die too. I made a promise to his mother. I thought about Ava once more and a tear fell down my face and my heart clenched in pain.

I needed to come to terms that the love of my life most likely didn’t survive that ejection so instead of allowing two people to die today, I did what I promised my best friend’s wife, I saved Rooster.

#maverick imagine #top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #maverick fanfic #pete mitchell #top gun 1986 #pete mitchell fanfiction

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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 1 year

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The Crash: Bradley Bradshaw

uh hi so this is a doozy of a fanfic. this is an alternate universe but i can’t really tell you why without spoiling the ending. This is going to be a 2 or 3 part story. In this, kind of like another fanfic you’ll be a WSO with Rooster as your pilot…sorry for the repeatitiveness. This first part may be a little short because i’m anxious to get to the punch line.

A Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader: enemies to lovers type shit (with a little soon to be ex!Hangman and best friend!Bob action for spice)

Warnings: injury, death, cursing

(if i miss any lmk!)

It was the day of the uranium mission. To say you were shitting your pants would be an understatement. Maverick had changed up everything and made you backseat with Rooster, who was also the man you hated. He also hated you. It had always been that way, ever since you were kids. You grew up together with you being the daughter of Maverick. After Goose died, he grew up having a vendetta against you and your dad. Everyone knew it wasn’t Maverick’s fault that Goose had passed, yet Bradley never let go.

You were all headed out to the tarmac. “Babe!!” You heard Jake call behind you. He was wingman on this mission and it scared you that he might not make it back with you. “Just remember, we have dinner plans tonight okay?” You laughed as he placed a kiss on your lips.

“You better come back on my hip Seresin.” You had tears stinging your eyes.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a mission for you to lose me.” You kissed him one more time before heading to your plane.

You were getting in your plane when Bradley leaned back, “Don’t fuck this up okay? We don’t need a repeat of what happened 30 years ago. I know Bradshaw’s and Mitchell’s don’t do well in planes together. Some of us wanna make it home okay?”

“Uncalled for Rooster. This is a fucking mission. Act like an adult. Last time I checked, I’m in your dads position, so I should be yelling at you to not fuck this up.” Lately his vendetta with your dad had been resolved, but you, he still hated. You’d never know why. All these years later and it’s almost like he blames you for his dads death when you were only 15 months old when it happened.

Getting into the air was fine, trying to play nice after getting yelled at by Phoenix. She was your secret weapon. You were best friends with her and Rooster seemed to listen well to her. She was constantly on his ass when he was talking shit to you.

You were getting ready to get into attack formation, getting behind Hangman. Phoenix and Bob were behind Mav. You all entered enemy territory and the whole time Rooster and Hangman were arguing about speed, and once again Phoenix had to jump in. “Boys! Knock it off! I’m about to pop and I need to be able to hear Maverick!!” Both boys mumbled an apology. You had to try not to laugh to yourself. They acted like they had just been scolded by their mother.

Approaching the lift, you started double checking your laser, making sure it was under control. “Come on darling, get me eyes.” Jake’s soothing order came through as you attempted to lock on. “Come on baby, you got it.” Bradley went to interject with a rude comment when you locked on.

“Got it! Got it!! Fire!”

You heard Jake’s confirmation and as you both popped up, pulling unbearable G’s, you watched closely before yelling “Bullseye! Bullseye!!!” You heard no cheering, Phoenix, Bob and Maverick being in coffin corner. You knew deep down Range Control was cheering for them.

You both caught up and approached coffin corner.

“Dagger 1 defending.”

“Phoenix! Flank Right!”

“Flanking Right!”

“Dagger 3! Two on your 6!”

“Dagger 4 defending!”

“Dagger 1 defending!”

“Dagger 4! Flank left!”

It was a mess keeping up with everyone, but everyone seemed to be going fine until you heard Bob’s panic come through. “I’m out of flares!!!” You saw Hangman quickly speed up, but in a blink of an eye you heard Phoenix call over to Range Control.

“Dagger 1 is hit! I repeat Dagger 1 is hit!!” The comms fell silent. Your dad had been hit. You looked up and saw the cloud of smoke and the plane go to the ground, no parachute in sight. You felt numb. The only family you had left was gone.

“C/S…breathe. They’ll send search and rescue, I’m sure of it.” You heard Bob’s reassurance but it went in one ear and out the other.

“Baby, you need to stay focused for me okay? We’re about to leave enemy territory and we have two bandits coming our way.” Jake’s words came in and out too. You didn’t even realize Bradley had turned around. You hadn’t realized everyone was screaming over the comms. You hadn’t realized you’d been hit until Bradley ejected.

“Shit!” You quickly pulled the strings and ejected, but far too close to the ground.

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“You’re an asshole! You fucking left her for dead!!” Jake was screaming at Bradley on the tarmac. Him and Maverick had made it back in an F-14, without you. Bradley told him you never ejected, went down with the plane. Maverick couldn’t muster a word, knowing he had to make sure him and Bradley weren’t more casualties. Maverick had immediately gone inside, didn’t even bother celebrating once landed. He didn’t even do a fly by.

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The funeral was beautiful. It was a traditional Navy Aviator funeral complete with Taps, a 21 gun salute and the plane salute. Your dad was the one to push his wings into the coffin, albeit empty. Your body was never recovered, so when the funeral was held, your dad opted for an empty casket to be buried in your place, just as Carol did for Goose thirty years ago. His body was never found either, so your dad just felt his body going through the motions, reliving that day for weeks after your service.

Jake and your dad didn’t talk to anyone but each other for weeks. As much as he didn’t approve of Jake, he was all your dad had after your death. Penny had tried to reach out a few times, but he refused to let her see him like this.

He had went to dinner with Hangman a few times. He even got coffee with Bradley once or twice, not wanting to know what happened, but as a father needing to know what happened to his baby girl. It has been months since your death, and Maverick, Bradley and Jake had somewhat began to reconcile with each other. They had weekly Sunday morning breakfast at Mavericks house and constantly looked through old pictures and shared stories of you, connecting through memories of you.

Maverick had asked Penny to marry him, their wedding set for the following spring. Amelia didn’t love the news of your passing either, and did everything in her power not to let your memory disappear. She always reminded Maverick that she was his stepdaughter, the youngest daughter. She sometimes acted like you were still with them. Still alive and a thought in the wedding planning, in the family. She had pictures of you and her from when she was younger hanging on her wall. You were always a big part in her life. Such a sisterly figure when Penny was around. Throughout every falling in and out that Penny and Mav had, you were a constant in her life and she cherished all the memories you guys had made.

The one who took it the hardest was Rooster though. Although you two always had a fire of hatred for each other, he always had just been angry at you because he had feelings for you and hated himself for it. He knew it would never happen with your family lineage and thought if he pushed you away, he’d be able to forget about it. Now, he grieves every day because he may have pushed too far and now, they’ve buried an empty casket.

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A year had passed since your death, and everyone was at Mavericks for a barbecue. It was fourth of July weekend and Penny and Maverick had just finished moving in together after the wedding. Maverick was grilling as everyone was in the backyard playing football or enjoying beer. The only one not inside was Bradley. He had went to go collect plates and silverware for Mav. Even over the music, Maverick would hear the plates shatter. Penny and Jake quickly ran inside and Mav heard the commotion. He told Coyote to take over.

He quickly rid of his apron as he approached the kitchen. He about fainted when he saw what was causing the commotion. You were standing in the kitchen, clearly pissed off as everyone stood around you, not daring to get closer in case you’d disappear into thin air. You had bruises and scars, but were well dressed.

“Hi Dad.” You sneered, not moving. “I have a wedding gift for you.”

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(back to the day of the crash)

You laid there on the ground, barely holding onto consciousness. Waiting for your dad or Bradley’s face to appear, but neither of them did. They had left you to die, not bothering to check if you actually make it. You started crying, knowing this would be it. You could feel the pain radiating in every part of your body, the smoke from the crash filling your lungs. You ejected and landed barely out of the crash’s reach, barely making it out alive. Just as the black was about to take over, you felt two arms detach you from your chair and lift you. “Just hang in there Y/N, just hang in there okay?” Before you could see the face of your savior, your body caved in.

You woke up in a small shed, an oxygen mask attached to your face, you tried to lean up a small bit, quickly noting the half-assed patchwork on your body and poorly done stitches on your face as you reached up to your forehead. “Sorry for the shotty medical work. I’ve never really been good at that. It’s why I fly planes and didn’t go to be a Naval Doctor.” You heard a laugh as your turned your head. You saw a tall man pouring two cups of some hot liquid. “Let’s get you sat up and warmed up shall we?” He turned around to come assist you and your nearly choked on the air being administered to your lungs.

“Hi kid. Long time no see.”

Standing in front of you was your Uncle Goose, alice and well.

Yup, you were dead.

#jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun au #top gun rooster #hangman seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader

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callsign-fox · 2 years

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Nightmares - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader.

Warning: PTSD, nightmares.

I am going to consider this more of a drabble...Thank you to my darlings for reading it over @fanficgirl429 & @mrsroosterbradshaw02 <3

Requested by anon: Can you do an imagine with Rooster when you have a nightmare.

Enjoy xoxo

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The sound of jet engines filled my ears as I stared off into the endless ocean from the carrier. Hondo stood beside me, voices echoing from the intercom he held in his hand. It was overly large, too large really to fit in his hand. I found that strange but ignored it. He turned to face me and waved, but his eyes weren't focused on me.

“Locked and loaded?” he asked.

A moment later, I was inside my own plane, my boyfriend Rooster in another plane to my left as we flew over snow capped mountains. I smiled and waved at him, but he continued looking straight ahead.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, but he didn't say a word.

Suddenly his jet plummeted toward the ground. I followed behind him, screaming at him to eject, but there was nothing I could do.

There was a cloud of smoke, the jet was blown into smithereens, and Rooster was nowhere to be seen.

I jolted awake and sat upright, my hands shaking as I looked around the room. Nothing was familiar to me. I let out a gasp when a pair of hands reached out from the opposite side of the bed, pressing against my back and reaching for my hand. I blinked a few times, finally registering where I was.

“Holy shit.” My eyes filled with tears and I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees.

The person beside me sat up and inched closer to me, “Hey, it’s okay. You're okay.”

I recognized his voice and turned to look at him.

It was Rooster. He was okay, It was only a nightmare.

“I got you, you’re okay,” he said again, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his lap, “What happened this time?”

I shook my head and wiped the tears that had fallen on my cheek, “You didn't eject in time, and your jet crashed into the mountain. It was the same shitty dream I keep having over, and over again.”

He pulled me in tighter, his lips making contact with my temple. “Baby, you’re scaring me with all these nightmares you’ve been having. You’ve barely slept.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

He shook his head and drew soft circles on my back, “Baby, don’t apologize. I'm just worried about you. Was it about the mission again?”

“Yes, but I can’t control it. I was so scared when I heard comanche say you went down. They didn’t give any other information. They didn’t say if they lost comms, if you ejected, nothing! And when I screamed your name you didn’t answer.”

He pulled me in closer, “I know, I'm sorry, but I had to go back for Mav.”

“I know you did,” I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek, “But you scared the shit out of me. I thought I lost you forever.”

“You didn’t lose me, you will never lose me. You’re stuck with me for life.”

I smiled before he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me passionately.

“I love you, we’ll get through this together. I promise,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine.

My heart raced, “I love you, Bradley.”

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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What if reader was a bartender at The Hard Deck and she had a very close relationship to the top gun crew, and one day told them that she had never been in any kind of plane before. Bonus - she’s dating Hangman and Phoenix. I think they would all have a day out flying for reader!

A/N: I'm going to be honest, I have older requests sitting right now but I can not stop thinking about this one!!

You were wiping down the counter in The Hard Deck. It was near closing so all your friends moved to the bar to sit there while some drunks hung out at the back tables. They were talking about flying because Jake was complaining that he hated the way the pilot flew when he had to travel bases for a few days. They all were agreeing and you just listened, shaking your head fondly. "Okay y/n, what is your opinion on flying? As a civilian of course" Jake winked playfully. You rolled your eyes, starting to stock up some of the beer, "I've never been in a plane before so I don't get an opinion" you shrugged.

You walked away as they stared in shock, you grabbed a case of beer and brought it over as you started filling the area with cold drinks. You felt four pairs of eyes burning a hole in you, "What?" You asked. "You've never been in a plane before?" Robert asked you in shock, making you blush. "Nope, I've never been in a plane" you told them.

They all whispered amongst each other as you worked and they finally included Maverick who saw you like a daughter. "Take her up in your plane! It'll be fun! Show her some of that pilot shit Mav" Rooster grinned. Maverick smirked and leaned on the bar "Y/n, you're friends with aviators but you were never in a plane before? We can make a day out of it. I'll take you up in my plane. How about Saturday?" he told you. You bit your lip and glanced at Penny, "You need me to work that day Pen?" You asked her. She shook her head "We have a full crew, you're free. Have fun" she laughed. You sighed "Okay, fine. I'll go" you said, rolling your eyes "It better be worth it" you joked. They all didn't know you were a major adrenaline junkie but you didn't have the time to do all the fun stuff you wanted to.

Saturday rolled around quickly and you all met in Mavericks hanger. Phoenix came over and patted your shoulder "You're going to love it" she grinned and you eyes her suspiciously "If you say so" you told her. Mav helped you into the back seat and explained everything to you. "If we lose an engine I will go inverted and dump you out as you eject, okay?" He told you. You raised a brow "Isn't there only one engine?" You asked and he nodded. "Im not to sure I'm too confident in your ability now as you reference more then the singular engine" you said, leaning back. He waved you off and you were both ready for take off soon.

You looked around, in awe of the sights around you right now. Your heart was pounding in your chest "This is incredible. Absolutely incredible Maverick!" You said excitedly, enjoying the speed. "Yeah? Give me a sec, I want to check something out" he told you before going inverted. You shrieked but it was in excitement "Holy shit! This is incredible!" You cried, taking in the view. You couldn't see the look of shock on Mavericks face as he proceeded to do more tricks in the air. You were whooping and cheering excitedly, not even close to puking. "God! I wish I could be up in one of the other planes. I love this speed!" You said happily.

Maverick was grinning like a lunatic and happily indulged you by doing stunts in the air until he finally had to go back. As soon as you were on solid ground, you hugged Maverick tightly "I really loved that! Thank you Mav!" You told him and placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, all platonically.

You turned to the others and they stared at you in shock. "You're insane. You have never been flying before and you wanted to go faster!? With even more stupid stunts!?" Robert said in shock. You shrugged "I'm an adrenaline junkie. I just work too much to indulge in it" you said with a cheeky grin. They all shook their heads and Mav put an arm around your shoulder "I might be able to sneak you onto a faster plane... No promises" he said as you bounced with excitement. You loved the stupid stunts Mav did and it only made you want more.

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charliewrites99 · 2 years

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I just came back from re-watching Top gun, because apparently a movie with plot of "planes go vroomm" has a chokehold on me.

I went to watch it with my hangster are exes mentality locked and loaded.

And I saw something.

That scene where Hangman tells everyone about Goose and Maverick and he just looks so...weirdly hurt. When Rooster loses it and jumps up and shoves him, Hangman seems pissed, but in a "why didn't you tell me. How could you not tell me about something so pivital to your life? Did we really mean so little to eachother?" way.

And he even has that fake smug expression that (in my mind at least) he uses to mask how betrayed he feels by this.

Rooster on the other hand has the most transparent reaction. First he pushes Hangman, but then just LOOK at his face. "Out of all the people I didn't think you would do this to me. Did I hurt you that much?"

Seriously as soon as they pull them apart he doesn't seem as pissed as just straight up gutted.

Then Hangman is all "he isn't ready, you know it ect ect." But does anyone else think that while it was part Hangman letting out the last of his frustration with Rooster not letting him in on that part of his life, but he was also worried for Rooster. He isn't ready and he is going to die and Hangman cannot handle that.

Am I reaching? Yes.

Do I give a shit? No.

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smaptain-smerica · 2 years

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

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"Today we are going to be playing a game of tag." Maverick's voice rang out in our ears as Rooster and I flew side by side in the air.

"Each radar lock is a point. We will alternate who is 'it' by my command. Whoever has the most points moves on to the next round."

"A bracket game of tag?" I heard rooster ask with a chuckle.

"Exactly." Maverick replied. I could hear the mischief laced in his voice. In my head I could picture the smirk on his face.

I looked over at Roosters Plane and saw him looking back. He gave me a thumbs up, which I reciprocated with a smile.

"Ready?" Maverick asked us.

I took some steady breaths, gripping on the planes joystick with eagerness to start. There was a silence in the atmosphere that brought on an intense feeling of edginess. Like one wind gust would knock me over the edge.

"Rooster, you're it."

I jerked the plane to the side, making a sharp and precise 180 degree turn to fly off in the other direction. Being a single person plane had a downside of not being able to check your own flank as easily. I suppose that was part of the exercise, being conscious of your surroundings.

I used a series of maneuvers to try and throw Rooster off my tail. I struggled to move the metal bird back and forth at the top speeds. I heard the warning buzzing that he was about to toggle radar lock onto me.

"Shit shit shit." I cursed before quickly pulling up into the cloud cover. I made a few turns before ducking back down. I cruised through the sky alone. The silence was eerie, I checked around me for any other planes.

Then I heard it, the fate defining buzzing noise. I looked directly above me and saw rooster's plane. I quickly did a nosedive, crashing back down towards the hard deck.

"Switch! Wolf's it!"

Maverick's voice was like music to my ears. I was eager and more than ready to play chase. I hooked around quickly, Charging full force towards rooster and his plane.

It felt like only seconds had gone by, but 20 minutes came and gone and I beat rooster by two points. I admit, he had some balls on him. His flying had improved in just the short time we had been training. I don't want to brag, but I want to say flying with me made him more confident. And who wouldn't?

The bracket dwindled down over the course of the day. Until finally, Hangman and I flew side by side. "Prepare to lose, wolf." Hangman sneered in my ears. I looked over at him. Although I could only see his eyes, I could tell he was meaning it in a playful way.

"Prepare to have your ass handed to you." I replied back in the same playful and sassy manner.

The match started, I was chosen as it first. Hangman put on a good chase. I had managed to get a radar lock on him twice before we had to switch. When it was Hangman's turn, he also 'shot' me twice. We were neck and neck the entire time. By this time, I had flown against everybody, I figured out the rounds lasted 5 minutes before Maverick gave us the switch que.

I knew the time was running out, Hangman was putting on a good pursuit. I held my own and pulled out every single trick that I had known. The warning buzzer started going crazy in my cabin as I struggled to shake it off of my tail. I knew that Hangman was about to get a lock on my plane.

"Time is up!" And then the sound of tone.

I let out the breath that I had been holding in and leveled out my plane, preparing for the landing. Hangman appeared beside me, the smugness in his voice present.

"Told you, prepare to lose."

"Hold on, Mav said time was up before you got a lock!" I challenged him.

"I don't think so." He said in a sing-song tone before speeding up to be set up to land in front of me.

Once we were back on the ground, I got out of my plane and took my helmet off. I waited for Hangman to get out of his plane before I walked over to him. "You did not get that last point." I said confidently, defending my ground.

"I did too! You just don't want me to win." He put his hand on his chest pretending to be offended.

"You think I'd rather us tie?"

"Hey hey hey!" Both of us looked over to see rooster jogging over to his, his hands extended out towards either of us. "Let's calm down now."

I pushed my eyebrows together, shoving his arm away from me. "Oh shut up. We're fine."

Rooster looked over at hangman, who put his hands up in surrender, shooting me a wink through his blackened eye. I rolled my eyes with a smug smile on my face and happened to see Maverick walking over to us.

"Mav! Tell hangman he didn't get that last point."

"You just don't want to admit that I am better."

Maverick sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Sorry hangman, Wolf's right."

"Ha!" I pointed at his face in a childish way. I felt a little embarrassed afterwards, but it was my unfiltered reaction.

"Shit." Hangman scuffed his foot on the ground.

"Wait so who won the bracket?" Rooster asked. Maverick raised his eyebrows and looked between the three of us.

"Oh I want keeping score. I just put you all against each other and told you it was a competition so you'd try harder." With a wink, Maverick turned on his heel and walked back towards the door of the hangar, leaving Rooster, hangman and I to feel rather embarrassed.

•••

After a much needed shower, I returned to my room. I had on a pair of comfy grey sweatpants as well as a black tank top that I didn't care about. I took my hair out of the towel and began to towel-dry it vigorously. With my head tilted to the side, I noticed a green sweatshirt thrown over the back of the chair.

I stopped what I was doing and walked over to it. I picked it up and subconsciously brought it to my nose. The faint smell of tangy pine and sweet amber wafted into my senses. I couldn't tell at this point if I had liked the smell, or the fact that it was what Rooster smelled like.

I picked the sweatshirt up and headed for my door to see if rooster was still around. I passed by the cafeteria and popped my head in. Phoenix with fanboy and payback. "Hey guys," I called out to my friends, who in turn looked my direction.

"Have you guys seen Rooster?"

Fanboy hummed around his food while nodding his head. "He just left."

"If you run you might catch him." Payback advised, a lingering smirk on his face confused me as he glanced in Phoenix's direction. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Okay, thanks."

I made my way to the exit at a light jog, sweatshirt gripped tightly in my hand so I wouldn't loose it. I broke through the exit door to see Rooster lifting himself into his car.

"Bradley!" I called to him, raising one arm to catch his attention more. He seemed surprised by me calling him by his real name, as he looked at me with raised eyebrows. I walked up to the driver side door of his car where he sat. I thought the sweatshirt up to absent window and handed it to him.

"Here. I wanted to give this back before I forgot." I gave him a small smile. Rooster reached over and took the sweatshirt from me. "Oh, thank you."

"No problem." I tapped on the car door gently with the palm of my hand before I turned on my heel to walk away. I felt my hand catch and I turned around to see that Rooster had put his hand on top of mine to stop me. I looked at him expectedly, waiting as he gathered up the courage to ask whatever was clearly on his mine.

"Would you, um, do you want to get dinner?"

I let his stuttering words linger in my ears before they fully processed in my brain. "Are you asking me on a date Bradshaw?"

He looked bashful, a red glow was brought to his face. "Well I- no. Yes but, no not yet." He stuttered, getting frustrated with himself for skipping over words.

I raised an eyebrow at him, leaning my hip against the front of his car. "You're stuttering."

"Take out. We get takeout and, we will go from there." Rooster finally choked the words he wanted to say out of his throat. I smirked at him, walking around to the passenger side and hopping in the Bronco.

"Let's go eat then."

Rooster drove us away from the academy, down the paved road and past the landing strips. The sand of the deserts turned red in the light of the setting sun. I held my hand out the window, laying it flat so my hand surfed through the air. My hair whipped around in the warm air that blew around the topless car.

I felt my phone buzz and I looked down to unlock it.

I decided not to answer. I clicked my phone closed and threw it down in my lap. "Who was that?" Rooster asked.

I shook my head, waving my hand submissively. "Just Bagman."

"Oh." There was a moment of processing before Rooster continued his train of thought. "We're you two close in flight school?"

"Oh no, we hated each other. I guess over the years we got more friendly. Sometimes we text each other with our accomplishments to see who was doing better." This made rooster chuckle, I watched as his smile lines spread across his face and the mustache on his lips moved. "That sounds like him."

We ended up choosing a Japanese food drive through where I got an order of lo mein with chicken and Rooster ended up getting the same. I got one of my favorite drinks and Rooster got a sweet tea. We drove off, quickly appearing at the oceans shoreline as we drove along side it. I could smell the saltiness in the air and the breeze was significantly cooler.

We turned off on a section where the sand met the road. It looked like many other cars had gone off the road there because the decline was significantly flattened with visible tread marks on it. We unpacked our things, popping the tailgate down and setting down on it to eat while facing the ocean.

We sparked a few conversations, mostly about todays exercises and things we could have done better. Things we learned flying against the other aviators.

There was a silence between us that was comforting. I closed my eyes while chewing the last of my food. I basked in the sounds of the ocean waves and signed happily.

"Y/n, I wanted to talk about something." Roosters voice brought me from my trance and i looked over at him. He was aimlessly poking his chopsticks into his takeout container.

"A few days ago, the kiss. I know we were both under the influence but I realized I was acting on underlying feelings."

I turned my sitting position to face him, crossing my legs underneath myself.

"You... You are one of the most captivating women I've ever met. You are dangerous, hot headed, stubborn, a little full of yourself sometimes. But there's something about you that I can't keep myself from. I tried distancing myself to see if it was real or in my head."

My heart was swelling, I wasn't sure what to say in response to this. I had never heard anybody say such nice things about me. "Bradley..."

"No let me finish. I knew that with Maverick being your father would complicate things. I didn't want my relationship with him to be compromised if I ever hurt you. But I think I'm willing to take that risk. If you are."

Rooster smiled down at me with a toothless grin. He flipped his hand over with the palm facing upwards. I looked down at his hand and then back up at his eyes. Tears brimmed in my eyes from the overwhelming feeling of mixed emotions that were stirring inside of me.

"What, what does all of this mean?"

Rooster sucked air through his teeth, taking the initiative of grabbing my hand in his. "It means, go on a date with me. Go on a date with me this Saturday and if you don't hate me, then let's go on another. Okay?"

I felt his rough and callused hands squeeze mine. I looked up at his face, at the scars covering his face and the end-of-the-day stubble he was starting to grow. His handsome, stoic face that was illuminated by the faint golden glow of the sun. "Okay."

"Okay?" Rooster asked eagerly.

"Okay."

His face looked relieved as his smile grew across his face. "Perfect. I'll get you at 7."

"Make it 6:30, I want to sleep in on Sunday."

It was as though there was a magnet in our chest, pulling us toward each other as we talked. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest as our faces got closer.

"6:30 sharp."

Our lips connected in a sweet affair. It wasn't with the same sloppy drunkenness as the first time. It was gentle, purposeful, it brought hope for the future. I wasn't one to hold on to hope very tightly. But with this, maybe a little hope wasn't a bad thing.

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Pulling Rank

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x pilot!wife!reader

Summary: Angst to fluff. Mentions of missiles and gunfire. Couple curse words here and there, but nothing super major. Readers call sign is 'Blaze'.

A/N: This is my first fic in quite a while, so I hope you all enjoy! Also, I am aware that this isn't exactly what happened in the movie, but the movie isn't streaming yet so I can't really check dialogue. I will put out my rules for requests either later today, or tomorrow and then I will work on requests. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

“Shit!" I shouted. “I lost my right engine, I'm losing control." I could see the Top Gun landing pad beneath me, but I was unsure if I could get my plane under control. “Blaze, land that plane. Now." I heard Maverick's voice in my headset. “I'm trying!" Maverick flew next to me and looked over. “You've got this, focus." I nodded, and Mav flew ahead of me. We were training for the mission, and I pulled some stupid stunt to try and get missile lock on him and instead I lost an engine. I steadied my plane to the point where I controlled it long enough to land. When I finally shut my plane off, I was able to breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. I took one more second to myself and then climbed out of the plane.

"Shit, Y/n, you okay?" Hangman asked me. "I'm good." "Thank God. I am so sorry." "It's not your fault, it happens." He nodded, and I could tell he was beating himself up about it even if he didn't want to admit it to me. "Jake, it's not your fault. I promise." "I know, just glad you're not hurt." "Me too." "I think someone else might be glad to find out you're okay." He pointed up to the building in front of us. Bradley sat with his head in his hands, he obviously heard I lost an engine. "I better go talk to him, please don't beat yourself up over this." "I could never." He answered with his signature smirk. I waved bye to him and made my way up to Rooster.

He stood up from where he was sitting when he saw me walk in. "You're okay." I nodded, and he pulled me into a hug. "I'm okay, it wasn't anything big." "It wasn't that big? You could've died all because you decided to pull some stupid stunt to show off." He wasn't technically wrong, I did pull a stunt, I tried to get missile lock on Hangman and instead lost an engine. "Seriously? You can't just be happy that I'm okay, and that I landed my plane safely?" "I am, but all I'm saying is if I was up there, I would've ordered you to land your plane as soon as I figured out what you were doing." I laughed coldly. "You would've tried to pull my rank on me? Are you serious?" "If it meant you were safe, then yes. I would have!" "Did you fail to remember that I am the same rank as you?" "That's not the point Y/n! You keep pulling stupid stunts like that, you're going to get yourself killed!" "I have worked my ass off to be here Rooster! I know you worked hard, and I know you were set back four years, but I worked ten times harder to get here all because I am a female in a male dominated field. You will never know what that is like, so don't you dare tell me I'm going to get myself killed! I landed my plane, and I am still here, that is all that matters. If you don't like that, too bad. Go screw yourself Rooster!" I walked away from him, not caring to fight anymore.

A couple days later, we all sat in a training room waiting for Maverick to announce who would be going on the mission. Rooster sat by himself, a weird feeling settled over the room, as we would usually sit together, but I had bigger things to worry about. Today was the day that I would find out if all my hard work really did pay off. "Good morning, aviators, I'm sure you're all anxious to find out who will be going on the mission." I looked over at Bradley, who was nervously tapping his foot. "Okay, coming with me will be Rooster, Phoenix and Bob, and Payback and Fanboy. Congratulations. Blaze and Hangman will wait on standby in the case something goes wrong." Maverick gave us a chance to look around at each other. "You're all dismissed, I want you all geared up tomorrow morning."

Hangman and I sat in separate planes that were parked next to each other. Everyone else had taken off already, and we listened closely on the radios. Maverick was almost at the target, which meant Phoenix and Bob were not far behind him. "Lasers ready, take your shot." Bob's voice rang out. "Got it, let's get out of here and open up the air space for Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy." Everything after that went smoothly, and even though Fanboy's laser didn't work correctly, Rooster was still able to get the shot. Now was the worst part. The enemy was sure to know they were there, and it was going to be a dog fight to get out. I heard shots being fired and people screaming over the radio. "We lost connection with Maverick. He's offline." When I heard that, I got really worried. That must mean he was shot down. "Rooster, why are you going back towards the enemy?" Phoenix shouted into the radio. "I have to find him!" The next few minutes were Phoenix and Payback trying to convince Rooster not to go back for him. There were 2 explosions and then the line went quiet. "Roosters offline." My heart jumped into my throat when I heard that. I looked over to Hangman, stopping the tears from falling from my eyes. "Do I have permission to go up?" I asked the tower. "Negative Blaze. Stay grounded." "Damnit!"

I sat in silence, waiting for everyone else to come back. I truly believe Rooster was still alive, Maverick with him, but I couldn't go up and see for myself. "Who the hells flying the f-14?" Payback said into the radio. It caught my attention, even if it meant nothing. "Holy shit, is that Maverick?" Fanboy said afterwards. I looked over at Hangman, while he began talking to the tower. "Roosters riding backseat!" Was the next thing to come out of Fanboy's mouth. "We got to go back and help them." "No need, you guys get back here safely. I'm coming up." Hangman's voice cut through. I watched Hangman put his helmet on. "Be safe!" I yelled before the canopy came down. He sent me a peace sign and I watched him take off.

While he was gone, Phoenix and Bob landed. I stayed in my plane to wait for any updates. After Phoenix got out of her own plane, she came over to mine. "You guys alright?" I asked. "We're good." She said with a smile. I heard the radio crackle to life, so I turned my full attention over to it. "Good morning aviators, this is your savior speaking." Cocky Hangman. "I got Mav and Rooster, we're on our way back now." I felt like a weight was truly lifted off of me when I heard that. "He's going to be okay." I smiled at Nat. "He's going to be okay."

Fanboy and Payback weren't far behind Bob and Phoenix and landed just a couple minutes before them. After I gave each of them a hug, I waited with them on the tarmac for my husband's arrival. I saw Hangman's plane and following him was an old f-14 with Maverick in the pilot's seat. Hangman moved out of the way to let them land first. They were missing a wheel, so this was going to be tricky. They landed onto the tarmac but did not slow down until they hit the netting and the plane came to a halt. After Hangman landed, I ran over to the f-14 just as soon as Rooster jumped out. I threw my arms around him, and he didn't hesitate to do the same. "I was so scared. Thank God you're okay." "I'm okay." He kissed the top of my head. I pulled away to look at him. "I'm so sorry about the past couple days." "It's okay." "I tried to go up and they wouldn't let me." "I know, but none of that matters now. I'm safe and I'm with you and that's all I need."

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