#too gun maverick

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Bob: Hey, how did Rooster get his callsign?

Phoenix: Hangman gave it to him, because he’s not a morning person.

Bob: How does Hangman know he’s not a morning person?

Phoenix: …………

#incorrect quotes #too gun maverick #dagger squad #bobnix #phoenix & bob #hangster #sereshaw #natasha trace #phoenix trace #bob floyd #robert floyd #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #jake seresin #hangman seresin

[ohtobeleah]

Eeep!! Yes! So excited for an Iris update! We’ve been waiting!

Let’s call this the mid season kick starter shall we? It’s been a hot minute but let’s get back into this series.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Jake Seresin x Younger F!reader. High tensions. Self doubting reader.

-> Read the rest of I.R.I.S here

There’s a lot of things that rattle around in Mickey Garcia's head during the day. He sometimes catches himself thinking about if he checked the expiration date on his milk before he made his morning coffee. Sometimes he catches himself thinking that he should call his Abuela on his lunch hour just to check in. There’s times where he finds himself daydreaming about being off on vacation and not teaching a class on weapons systems malfunctions, specifically deadeyes and how to combat them in a mid air raid. 

He can usually reel in his mind when it starts to wander off. But the thought of Jake and you being a couple had him so distracted that it’s Bob's voice that’s breaking through the haze of incredibly concerning R rated imagery that’s been clogging Fanboys imagination for the better half of ten minutes. Nothing else seems to break the trance. 

“You okay Mick? You’ve been grading the same paper for like ten minutes.” Bob asked quietly as they sat in the rec room. Grading the last of the papers they’d been assigned to go over. “You look a little green around the grills.” Mickey doesn’t hesitate to ask his best friend if he knew what was going on. Fanboy didn’t ask to be subjected to this kind of abuse. He didn’t wanna fucking know about Jake Seresins latest conquest and he surely didn’t want to know it was Pete Mitchell’s only daughter. 

“Did you know that Hangman was seeing someone?” Two fucking days. “Y/n.” That’s how long Mickey Garcia kept the secret that Rooster had accidentally let slip. Bob's eyes lit up like he’d just been told the world's most unbelievable story. “Like, that’s not supposed to happen right? Jake doesn’t do commitment.” Bob felt like he’d entered a paradox where Jake Seresin was capable of love, but then he remained that you were who you were. 

“Fuck!” Bob didn’t want to intrude, he really didn’t. “Jake!” But he needed to change his undershirt something chronic. It was the hottest day on record by far and Bob had been up flying with the new recruits all morning. The ones who flew with back seaters that was. Turns out? The closer you get to the sun in a multimillion dollar tin bird the hotter it gets and Bob was not dealing with it. At all. 

“Oh my god you feel so fucking good—“ Bob couldn’t see it, which was probably a good thing, but Jake had your legs wrapped around his very naked, very wet hips as he fucked you against the rules of one of the few showers in the men’s line clears room. “So fucking good for me aren’t you?” 

“I’m gonna be sick—“ Bob mumbled to himself as he shook his head and took his shirt off. He peeled the black cotton T up over his head and threw it into his locker with a huff. Here he was, slaving away in the damn heat all the while Hangman was getting his dick wet with some unknown tail. “Hey! Hangman! Get the hell out here before I report you for misconduct!” 

Jake stilled himself inside you, god he was so close. But as you looked at him with lustful, seductive eyes that had a chokehold on his ability to think rationally—he cupped a large slightly rough palm over your mouth so he knew for sure you couldn’t try anything. 

“You wouldn’t?” Jake countered Bob's threat as he slowly but surely rocked himself deep inside you. 

“Try me—“ Bob hissed as he changed out his undershirt. “I’ve been busted my ass all morning and you're in here with some girl busting a nut?” Silence fell in the men’s locker room as Bob and Jake fell into a standoff. All that could be heard was the running water gushing from the shower head. Bob broke the silence with another threat. “I’m about five seconds away from peering over the top of the door to see who’s decided you’re worth catching a venereal disease from.” 

Again, silence fell in the locker room as Hake slipped out of you and placed you down. He made sure your feet were steady on the ground before he let you go, before he took his hand away from your mouth and pinched your hardened nipples. 

“I’m clean!” Jake shouted as you let out a small audible moan that made Jake's cock twitch with need and desire. “And that’s a little perverted of you Floyd.” 

“Shocking.” Bob couldn’t help but to roll his eyes. “Hurry up, before I change my mind!” Jake planted one final kiss upon your lips before he was leaving you in the shower stall with a towel wrapped low on his hips. 

“Jake doesn’t do love Mick.” Bob wanted to throw up at the thought of it being you in the shower. “But apparently does Captains daughters just for the thrill of it.” 

“Who does captain's daughters?” Phoenix made her presence known as she flopped down on the nearby couch. Her and Rooster were just coming in from a hop. The look on Bradleys face told her everything she needed to know, there was gossip and gossip would be shared because she didn’t know about it. “Oh my god, spill the beans—“ Fanboy and Bob are tight lipped as they go back to grading papers. Rooster chooses to look anywhere but a Phoenix as she begins her investigation. “Who’s doing Mavs daughter?” 

“No one!” Bradley tries to steer Phoenix away from Jake’s trail. He’s in too deep to watch this all collapse now. 

“Is it Rebound?” When Phoenix started throwing callsigns up and into the wind it had Mickey bursting at the seams. He can’t keep a secret to save his soul. It was actually quite shocking he hasn’t been pulled for a disciplinary hearing this far along in his career. His Abuela definitely knew about a handful of highly classified documents. “Krod?” 

“It’s Hangman—“ Silence had never been so loud before as Phoenix turned to Fanboy with a glare so full of concern it made his stomach ache. Bradley had, in that very moment, already begun planning his funeral. This couldn’t get any worse. “It’s Jake, he’s apparently dating Iris.” 

“Says who!” Natasha’s eyes were wide and full of an inability to believe this wasn’t some kind of cheese nightmare. “Who would start such a ridiculous rumour Mickey?” Rooster tried to hightail it out of the rec room before Mickey could throw him under the bus, but it was to no avail. Fanboy was saying his name faster than Phoenix could turn around and grab at his flight suit. Which she aultimanty did. 

“Rooster—“ 

“It’s not a rumour!” That was all Bradley’s defense relied upon. The fact that none of this was a rumour. That you and Jake were actually grounded in facts. “They’ve been messing around since the weekend before the new recruits started!” If there was one person Bradley Bradshaw was scared of besides Maverick when he found out just who’d been doing his daughter, it was Natasha Trance. She was a no bullshit type. And this? This was all a bunch of bullshit, wasn’t it. “I swear!” 

“Bradshaw, Hangmans a hell of a lot of things but he wouldn’t do that?” The rec room fell silent, who was Phoenix trying to kid? She’d known Jake Seresin for as long as she’d been in the Navy and his moral code fluctuated between semi realistic to none existent any given day of the week. “Would he?” 

“He would and he is and they’re together Nix.” Bradley ran the palms of his hands down his exhausted face. “But I’m glad you have to share this burdening secret too.” 

“Where is he?” Bradley knew exactly where Jake was. He was off with you, in secret, because that’s all Jake did these days—he just hid away with his burdening secret as the hands of inevitability slowly wrapped around his neck. “Bradshaw where, is, he?” 

“He’s with Iris—“ 

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All the while Natasha was losing her mind of the new revelations that had come to light about Hangman's newest conquest, you and Jake could be found in the back seat of Jake F-150. Eating your lunch in the peaceful tranquillity of your small little bubble. 

“What’s your favourite movie?” Jakes asking through a mouthful of his sandwich he brought from home. Turkey and Swiss, simple with a little mayonnaise for moisture. He watches the way you mull his question over carefully from beside him. 

“Dodgeball—“ Something about this feels so different than what the two of you normally get up to. “With Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn.” Usually by now you and Jake would have torn off articles of each other’s clothing and been sucking on each other tongues. “Or maybe it’s a tie with Benchwarmers.” But this felt more intimate than anything the two of you had ever done. “David Spade is my dad’s favourite actor so I grew up watching a lot of his stuff.” Right now there was no one else on earth, it was just you and Jake and your lunches. 

“Huh—“ Jake chuckled softly to himself as he took in your honest answers. “I thought you would have been more of a mission impossible type of person.” Jake never would have picked you for a comedy lover all things considered. You were a force to be reckoned with. 

“What about you?” You and Jake had gone exclusive, you weren’t fucking anyone else and he sure as hell wasn’t entertaining anyone who wasn’t Pete Mitchell’s incredibly seductive daughter—who, quiet frankly, would be the death of him. “What’s your favourite movie? Lieutenant Commander Seresin.” Jake's cock twitched in his boxer briefs at the way you said his name. You knew you had a power over him. “What’s wrong?” It was your favourite game to play, to see how hard you could get Jake before he broke. 

“Rain Man—“ Jake shook his head as he tried his best to will away the x-rated images of you naked in his bed as you looked at him with lustful eyes. “That’s my favourite movie.” He tried to not give into the temptation that was you and all your temptress ways. 

“And what about your favourite colour?” You asked innocently enough as you moved a little closer to where Jake sat, nudging his knee with yours. “Blue? Green?” 

“Whatever colour your eyes are at any time of the day.” Jake saw black and blue that your eyes changed with emotion. That they changed in any given light, under the stars, in the sky behind your visor, underneath him when he had you quivering. He loved your eyes. Your eyes were the windows that guarded your soul. A misguided and misunderstood soul that was forever living in the shadow of her father. 

“Friday night in or out?” You tried to hide the way Jake's unashamed flirting affected you but it was all too hard to keep under wraps when he had you grinning ear to ear with a heart that was pounding against your chest. 

“I’m inclined to say in—“ Jake's eyes scanned you up and down as he watched you move up onto his lap. You’d gone from sitting casually beside him enjoying your lunch together to straddling his waist. “More specifically in you, but I do enjoy a Friday night out.” You could feel how hard Jake was, his slacks didn’t do much to hide the fact. “When’s it’s my turn to ask a question again?” Jake asked as you raked your fingers through his hair. Scratching softly at his scalp the way you already knew he liked. 

“Ask away Lieutenant Commander—“ You near moaned as you rocked your hips down against Jake's hardened length. His hands flew to your flight suit clad hips. Stilling you before you could be anymore of a fucking tease. 

“Have you ever lost an hour of sleep in your life?” Jake's eyes darkened as lust bubbled away inside his chest. Your answer was nearly too quick for even him. It took his breath away for a second. 

“Many baby—and I’m prepared to lose a few more with you—“ You teased as you leaned in to take Jake's lips hostage with your own in a feverish kiss. “Fuck I want you.” 

“Stay over tonight?” Jake spoke with intent into your mouth as his tongue danced with yours. Your hands fumbled at the buttons of his tan service shirt, slowly but surely undoing them one by one to expose his chest. Littered with chest hair that made you feral. 

“I want you now, can’t wait—“ Oh no. This was risky. Jake turned his head to the left to look out the window. His car was parked at the back of staff parking. There wasn’t a soul in sight. His windows were tinted just slightly but not enough to hide an identity. “Jake—“ 

“We shouldn’t—“ It barely came out as you kissed up and down the juncture of Jake's exposed neck. He was still looking around the car park to see if anyone was nearby. “Iris.” 

“I have a hop after lunch with dad.” You began to explain as you sucked very noticeable, very sexual marking into Jake's supple neck. “Wouldn’t it be so hot if I was dripping your cum out of my freshly fucked pussy all the while Mav tries his best to keep me in check?” 

“Ohh fuck—“ You we’re going to be the death of Jake Seresin. “You’re gonna send me straight to hell, aren’t you baby?” Jake finally gave in as he turned to take your lips hostage again in a lustful needy kiss. “Gotta be quick though.” 

“I only need a few minutes.” You teased through a giddy smirk that told Jake he was in for it. You worked quickly to rid yourself of your flight suit, balling it up before you haphazardly threw it into the passenger seat of Jake truck. “And yeah, the minute you spilled that drink on me your ticket to hell was signed, sealed and delivered.” 

It didn’t take long before you were sinking low onto Jake's thick, throbbing cock. His hands were working to guide you up and down his length as you rode him the best you could in the backseat of his truck. 

“Oh fuck you feel so good—“ Pure ecstasy, that’s what Jake felt whenever he was inside you. So tight, so warm, so wet, so perfect. “Ahhh—fuck Iris.” 

It was true, your callsign had been given to you because you were just one of those people who needed supervision at all times. But the more Jake hung around with you, the more he snuck around with you behind everyone’s backs, behind your fathers back? It was beginning to look like you’d become an expert at evading that ever so important supervision. Because here you were, fucking Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin like he was your personal play thing in the backseat of his truck like there wasn’t a single consequence to your actions. 

“Want you to cum inside me.” You moaned as you leaned forward to rest your forehead on Jake’s broad shoulder. “Fill me up so I can make a mess, walk around for the rest of the day full of you.” 

“You’ve got daddy issues—“ Jake groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and planted his feet firmly on the floor. Complying with your request. “You know that right?” 

“You’re gonna have daddy issues when he finds out your fucking his little girl, filling her with your cum, treating her like a little fuck toy.” You battered your eyes and sent Jake an oh so innocent look as he fucked up deep inside you. It didn’t take long at all for you to crack and change the expression on your face to more appropriately convey the utter euphoria you were experiencing. “Ahhhhh fuck yes you feel so fucking good!” 

“Do I?” Jake asked through a groan. “Do I feel good fucking you?”

“So good! I need to cum, make me cum! Please—“ In the heat of the moment, neither of you saw an irate Phoenix bounding over towards Jake's slightly rocking F-180 series with a soon to be skinned alive Bradley Bradshaw trailing behind her. 

“Nix! Just—slow down for a minute!” Bradley tried to get Natasha off Jake's back but his efforts had been to no avail. She wasn’t okay with this. This wasn’t morally correct, wasn’t remotely right. You were Mavs' daughter. His only daughter. 

“He’s in  there with her isn’t he?” Phoenix asked as she approached Jake's car close enough to see the outline of two people clearly getting it on. The sun was beaming in at just the right angle to blind her from seeing you clearly. “He’s got to be fucking insane!” 

“It’s Hangman Tash! Why does any of this surprise you in any way!” Rooster tried to once again aid in Jake's defence. “He’s never had a moral code.” Just as Bradley finished his sentence Phoenix was reaching out to pull open the door. “No! No, don't do that!—“ It was too late. 

There you were, exposed and just about to reach your peak when all of a sudden the door was being torn off its hinges. There she stood, Natasha Phoenix Trance, staring at you like you were some sort of succubus. 

“Lieutenant Mitchell I’m going to give you to the count of five to get out of the truck and change back into your uniform.” 

“Phoenix!” Jake gasped as you scurried off of Jake's lap. He worked just as quickly to tuck himself back into his slacks as Rooster looked up to the sky above, he didn’t need to see this. “What the hell are you doing!?” 

“What the hell am I doing?” Phoenix replied. “What the hell are you doing Jake, Jesus fucking Christ she’s half you’d god damn age!” 

“I actually don’t think it’s that big of an age gap.” Rooster was trying his best to keep this whole situation from imploding before his very eyes. He wasn’t doing a very good job. 

“She’s Mavs daughter!” Phoenix squared her shoulders as Jake got out of his truck and shut the door behind him, leaving you since to get dressed in some privacy. “Are you insane!?” 

“She's not just Mavs daughter to me!” Jake explained as rage bubbled to the surface, he was so pissed. “She’s Iris, she’s her own person.” 

“Jake—“ Phoenix sighed in utter disbelief. “You have done a hell of a lot of stupid shit in the time I’ve known you, but this? Messing around with Pete’s daughter has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” You couldn't deny that Phoenix wasn’t right as you zipped up your flight suit and sat just to listen to the fight happening outside the door. “She’s your student! You can’t take advantage of her like this! Have you ever stopped to think about what would happen if Mav found out?” 

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” Jake replied sternly as he looked at Rooster who tried to not look so guilty. “Who the fuck else knows Bradshaw?” 

“Bob and Fanboy.” 

“The WSO’s!” Jake sighed as he held the bridge of his nose and placed a hand on his hip. “Jesus Christ—“ You couldn’t help but to feel like this was your fault, the tension between Jake and his colleagues and friends. 

“You need to pull your head out of your own ass and stop whatever you think this is Jake.” Phoenix sighed. “You could lose everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve because of her.” Phoenix was right, you knew she was. There was a pain in your chest you’d never experienced before as you held back tears. The same eyes that had just been looking at Jake with lust and want were now murky with guilt and heartbreak. 

It’s always just fun and games until someone gets hurt. 

“You don’t know that.” Jake tried to defend his actions. “Look, I’m not just messing around with her.” It was time to fess up. “I actually really like—“

“Don’t.” Phoenix interrupted. “Don’t say you’re in love with her because that would make me sick, she’s a kid!” 

“She’s not.” Bradley cringed. “She’s not a kid Tash, she's an adult, come on, this isn’t that big of a deal when you look at it from all the angels.” 

“You’re just trying to save yourself from the blowout of what Mavs gonna do when he finds out!” Phoenix snapped at Rooster. He didn’t have anything else to say as he pressed his lips together in a tight line. 

“I’m serious about her.” Jake ended his argument at that. “You don’t understand that? That’s not my problem Natasha.” Jake turned on his heels as he opened the door of his truck. “C’mon Iris, let’s—Iris?” 

You’d snuck out the other side around the part of the argument where Phoenix, well within her own right as a concerned friend, brought up the fact you were Mavs daughter. Around the time she had asked if Jake had stopped to think about the repercussions of his actions. 

“Y/n?” Jake looked around the cap and saw the slightly ajar door. You were gone. “For fuck sake.” This was all your fault. You weren’t good enough for Jake and you knew that. You knew that the two of you would never really work and yet here you were, rushing back to the locker room before anyone could see you burn in. 

But you just couldn’t catch a break. 

“Holy shit what happened to you?” Rebound asked as he saw you making your way through the corridor. 

“Just finished fucking your mother, she said to tell you that you’re gonna have to change your diaper soon—“ You were  immediately on the defense as he walked beside you. Doing his best to keep up as you fixed your hair and wiped your face clean of the few tears you’d begun to shed. “Seriously, it's been three days.” 

“Are you gonna be good for our flight course?” He asked as you pushed the doors open to the female change room. Gender was an artificial construct apparently because Rebound pained no mind to the little back symbol on the door. “Because I’m stuck with you and your shitty attitude so you better not cost me any seconds on that timer.” 

“The only thing that’s gonna cost you time, Coen, is the fact you can’t fly for shit.” 

“Guess we’ll just have to see about that huh?” Rebound pressed his tongue inside the side of his cheek and he crossed his arms across his chest and stood tall, watching as you fixed yourself up over the sink. Splashing water in your face. “Don’t think I don’t know how you wheeled your way back into the program.” He scoffed, you tried your best to ignore the trajectory this was going. But if history were to repeat itself it would be right about now. “Must be nice having dear old dad around to boost your ego and blow smoke up that pretty little ass of yours.” 

“Is that really all you think of me?” You snapped. “That I’m just some Nepo baby that’s never worked hard a day in her life?” You asked as you stalked over to where Rebound stood. He was about to cop what you couldn’t say to Phoenix without being reported to the admirals. “Or do I just intimidate you so much that that’s what you have to tell yourself I am so that fact I’m ten times better than you at everything I do? strings a little fucking less?” 

“Don’t fuck with me Iris because it’ll be the last thing you do.” Coen Rebound Rhodes was built like a shit brick house. He was rugged and broad and six foot something. Yet his structure didn’t scare you. Not for a second. 

“I only fuck with people I envy—“ You snarled. “And there isn’t an ounce of you or your pathetic fucking waist of military funding ass that I envy.” Rebound could still see the hurt in your eyes, the tears that threatened to spill. He’d never seen you so angry before, so hurt. This wasn’t even about him. “So get off my dick and focus on how you’re gonna have my back up there so we can get this TopGun bullshit over and done with.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time Jake had finally managed to find you after you’d snuck out of his truck, a full hour had already passed. He was back in his office—pacing back and forth putting tracks in his carpet because he was so out of his mind worrying about you. 

“They have a hop in forty five—“ Bradley reminded Jake as he sat in one of the chairs near Jake's Desk. “She’ll turn up eventually.” 

“I’m worried about her—“ 

“It’s Iris we’re talking about here, not much seems to phase her.” What Bradley didn’t know was that something did phase you, something big. Jake knew you hated being compared to your dad. He knew it really got in your head when people made it abundantly clear who they thought you were. 

Just Mavs daughter wasn’t good enough for you, but it sure as hell played on your mind. 

“Phoenix was a little outta line, but she’s only looking out for you man.” Bradley sighed, he didn’t know what his role in all of this was supposed to be. “Someone has to, because I’m starting to think you don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing.” Jake was too busy looking out the little window in his door to be listening to whatever Rooster was saying. And it was a good thing he was too because there you were, walking down the corridor with your helmet in hand. 

Jake opened his door without a second of hesitation and stepped out into the hall. He noticed the way you froze like you weren’t sure if he was going to yell at you or barrel you over in a hug so forceful it would send you to the ground. 

“Iris, can I see you for a minute?” It sounded more professional than personal and you knew it was because Mayhem was just rounding the corner. 

“Sure can, Lieutenant Commander.” You smiled as you entered the room and rolled your eyes as soon as you saw Bradley. The second the door was closed you let him have it. “You been running your fucking mouth to everyone about us or?” 

“Hey! Don’t get snarky with me. I've been putting out fires on your behalf since you got here!” 

“Enough—“ Jake sighed as he came to stand before you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and watched as you looked up at him. “You okay?” 

“Just peachy.” You forced a smile. “I have a hop with Rebound, need to get to pre-flight checks.” It was obvious you were trying to run, so Jake kept you still with his hands on your shoulders. “I’m fine.” You wanted to wait until after work to do it, but Jake wouldn’t let up. 

“I don’t believe you.” Jake countered as he tried to read your face, something was brewing behind those eyes he loved so dearly. “I’m sorry about what happened before, I’ll talk to Phoenix and—“ So you just ripped the Band-Aid off as quickly and as efficiently as you could. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if we keep doing whatever this is.” You interrupted and Bradley’s jaw hit the ground. That was the most sense he’d heard all day. “Phoenix was right, I’m not good for you or your career Jake.” 

“Y/n—?” Jake thought he was going into cardiac arrest with the amount his heart hurt inside his chest. “Don’t say that, come on I know we’ve joke about it but—“ 

“No, no, listen to me.” You shook yourself from Jake’s hold and stepped back against the doorframe. “It was fun while it lasted, right? No harm no foul? You had your fun and I had mine and we both get to walk away with your careers intact and dad doesn’t find out.” 

“Iris, we can sort through this—Phoenix just needs time to process us.” 

“I don’t want to be with you Jake what are you fucking getting right now?” The switch up was night and day between what you were saying now to what you had been like in the car now an hour prior. “I’m not good for you!” Usually it was Jake hearing that he wasn’t good enough for others. “I’m not going to fuck you’re life up for a good root either, so just—let’s just cut our losses before shit hits the fan.” 

“No stop—we’re not doing this okay.” Jake held the bridge of his nose as tears fell from your eyes. Bradley had never seen you so distraught before. Holy shit, maybe you actually really like Jake? “Let me figure this out.” 

“I have a hop.” Was all you said as you shook your head. “Lieutenant Commander.” Before Jake knew what had hit him you were gone. You’d opened and closed the door to his office and that was it. You were just gone. 

Had the love of Jake's life just walked out after breaking up with him? Is that what just happened? 

“I feel like I’m living in an episode of the twilight zone—“ Bradley sighed out as he flung his head back. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna try and fight her decision to end whatever the two of you are?” 

Jake still stood where you’d left him, if he closed his eyes he could still smell the notes of your favourite perfume encompassing him. 

“I have to.” Was all Jake said. Rooster groaned in defeat. This was an internal fucking hell. 

“Why man? To me this seems like a pretty good get out of jail free card.” But Bradley didn’t understand, no one understood. For the first time in Jake Seresins life he actually cared about someone. He actually cared about wanting to be with someone every day, every time of day. You were on his mind all the time for all the wrong reasons at first but now? You were just on his mind. 

“Because I think I love her Rooster.”

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#iris // jake seresin #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin fan fic #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin series #jake hangman fic #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun hangman #too gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

[mintcaramelhazel]

I bet the dagger squad can’t play never have I ever w Mav because they did it one time and they had to rush Mav to A&E for alcohol poisoning. It is not that Maverick has done the most unhitched things and knowing that traumatices them. That’s just a tiny reason. It is getting scold by the Commander of the Pacific Fleet because the idiot of his husband can’t lie/won’t lie for honourable reasons.

Revelations that surfaced that night but nobody could remember later on bc Iceman scared them so much they blocked any memories of said night:

It is not clear that Natasha has killed a man but they’re pretty sure that Bradley and/or Callie helped her to hide the body

Bob might had an affair with a famous musician but he is a gentleman and he will carry the identity of that person to the grave

Not only was Mav pulling Bradley’s papers off the academy what risked his career in the Navy. Bradley used to be a street racer and he almost got caught. Twice

Jake might had an affair with one of their instructors of Top Gun (Not new information to Javy. Also, that when he discovered that Jake was queer)

Bradley and Jake had obviously been involved with a member of their same squad (when they used to be in the same squad 👀) (Natasha and Javy drink anyways bc flashbacks)

Reuben has discovered information about a brass member and has use it as a free from jail card to save a friend

Mickey got once in trouble with a commander with admiral pretensions. He’s still in the Navy (w clean record) bc a friend blackmailed that commander

Javy crashed one weeding on accident and become friends with the couple after kicking out one problematics relatives (they text and sometimes he gets care packages from them)

Billy got viral once in the internet (although the video is really hard to find now bc it has music/material from Disney and it’s blocked for copyright infringement)

Neil was bicycling when the bike tore apart and had to be grounded for almost two months to give him time to recover

Logan was mistaken once for an actor during holidays and he tried his best to be nice to his fans. (It’s one of the top interactions the fandom of the actor quote to say ‘their baby boy is the best’)

Brigham used to box and won once a competition. He bought his godson a car and his mother kinda hated him for it

#top gun maverick #tg:m headcanon #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun #hangster #too gun maverick #iceman lives #mavdad #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #dagger squad #icemav

[kryptonitejelly]

Blurb on Jake seeing you in his shirt/hoodie out in public or in and around the house(both would be great) And getting a little possessive and loving every second of it seeing you like that? Bonus if he getsall proud because someone else notices you’re in his clothes ? Low key it’s definitely a turn on for him

uhm yessssss, he would be so into this. and i would be so into wearing his clothes as well.

i’ve imagined this in my Flyboy universe - post them getting together (despite that mini-series not being complete yet at the point of writing this blurb but let me live… )

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“Grab the bottles in the fridge please.” You call out as you tug on your sneakers beside the door while balancing a covered casserole dish in your hand.

“Bottles acquired.” Jake walks into view, holding a wine in each hand, the green glass of the bottles already sweating from being outside the fridge. You tug one out of his hand, allowing him the dexterity to slip on his shoes before he takes it back from you. You open the front door, letting him step out before you.

“Babe.” He studies you from behind for a second, his gaze trailing down your back, before he leans forward as you focus on locking the door behind you both. You feel his face next to yours, his breath skimming across your ear. “Are you even wearing any shorts?”

You hear a clink in his hands as he shifts to balance the neck of both wine bottles in one hand, his hand that is now free sliding up your inner thigh. Jake’s hand is cold from holding onto the wine bottle and both the temperature of his hand and the sudden contact with your skin makes you jump slightly.

“I am.” You gasp out in surprise as his hand meets the inner seam of the small pair of cotton shorts which you have on, hidden from view by his t-shirt, oversized on him and even more so on you, hanging from your frame.

“Just checking,” he says, hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh. “As much as I love seeing you in my shirt sans shorts around the house, I wouldn’t want your ass on display for the rest of them.”

He drops his hand and you turn around, eyes narrowing at him. The sight makes him chuckle, you practically swimming in his t-shirt, despite the sleeves already being rolled up, clutching a casserole dish in hand, but attempting to look intimidating.

“You’re cute when you try look mad.” He says as he bends down to press a kiss to your lips.

“God Hangman, can’t you keep your hands off her for even one second?” You both hear Rooster, and instead of pulling away, Jake lets his lips linger on yours, and you oblige him.

“No can do Bradshaw,” he drawls out lazily as he finally pulls himself away, but not before shooting a wink at you, to turn to face Rooster and Phoenix who have stopped on your driveway, each bearing items of their own in their hold.

“Will you ever stop wearing his clothes?” Tash smirks, raising a brow as she identifies your outfit as being Jake’s.

“Never.” You grin, much to Jake’s pleasure as the four of you head across the road towards Bob’s.

“Attagirl.”

#asks #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #too gun maverick #jake seresin blurb #blurb #flyboy #flyboy fic #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #not cm #flyboy universe #flyboy blurb

[blazingstar29]

“and how to come home…and how to come home sir”

that little eye brow raise, leaning back in his chair, cyclones whole demeanour in that seen made me not hate him. in that moment he understands the motive of the infamous captain pete mitchell, it’s not danger that propels him, its other people.

“you know what happens to you if we go through with this”

“i know what happens to everyone else if i don’t”

even the test flight maverick was fighting for pilots. he’s fighting for pilots to fly, he’s fighting for pilots to come home and in that moment cyclone understands. he understands that maverick takes the risks because he’s been to the funerals, he’s seen the widows and the orphans. not just in carol and bradley but in his own mother, himself.

in that moment cyclone sees what Admiral Kazansky always has

#i loved that change of expression so much i needed to talk abt it #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #beau cyclone simpson #too gun maverick #character analysis

[cherrycruise]

#tom cruise #thomas cruise #actor icons #celeb icons #random icons #tom cruise icons #random moodboard #top gun #too gun maverick #pete mitchell #mission impossible #ethan hunt #rock of ages #eyes wide shut #days of thunder #cinema icons #movie icons #movie moodboard #dark icons #dark moodboard #celebrity icons

[bilesandthesourwolf]

the best thing about hangster is the fact they can drag eachother around using their dog tags

#im definitely right about this #too gun maverick #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #mine

[hannaxjo]

finally watched top gun: maveric, and i was certain that rooster and hangman were ex’s who had a messy break up. thought they were gonna kiss in the end scene.

#hangster #too gun maverick #gay subtext #i mean all that angry flirting in the beginning? #i’m not stupid #i saw it #actually there were multiple moments where i thought they were going to kiss

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

“tonight, i want you to take control” with mr iceman >>:))

Tehehehe you’re wish is my command

Tag list: @discoseal and @marchingicenotes7

Cold as ice

A Gn! Reader x iceman drabble

Word count: 323

Summary: ice let’s you take control and you see if he’s really as old as ice

Cw: temperature play (ice)

(I am sorry this is short you said to tease soooo)

“Tonight I want you to take in control”

That was what Ice said to you earlier, he tried to keep a stoic face yet you could see him struggling with the goosebumps on his skin forming from the ice. You gently rubbed it along his abs yet you could see him shiver and sigh making you smirk. You continued as ice let out a small whimper as you got closer towards his crotch.

“How’s it feel Tommy?”, you teased as he tensed, you saw his muscles flex as you teased around his crotch.

“F-Fine”, he stuttered out, he was slightly chattering from how much ice you rubbed on him. You heard him groan when you went back to his chest, hissing when you delicately dropped some of the water onto his nipples. He looked so helpless like this, so cute and so utterly frustrated with you.

“Shhhh don’t worry I’ll give you what you want”, you kissed his forehead going back down to his crotch, it was so warm yet he squirmed and dug his nails into the bed, “awww does that feel good icy?”

He didn’t answer.

“Tom I need an answer”

“Yes…feels real good”, you smiled at his response before gently kissing his neck, your warm lips making him dizzy as you traced along his inner thighs. He tried his best to hold in his gasp yet he couldn’t help it, that gasp soon turned into a moan.

“I thought the iceman was always cold? You seem to be really struggling.”, you giggled before he grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him.

“Make me cum”, he said quite seriously making you smile.

“Sir yes sir”, you say jokingly before kissing his lips, a groan esp aced his mouth as you rubbed around his nipples again making him squirm, you could see how hard he was and you couldn’t help but smile, “but remember ice only good boys get to cum…”

#top gun smut #too gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #iceman x reader #tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky x reader #top gun x reader

[birdy-bat-writes]

Me: *sees a TikTok about a girl getting her bf to do the book boy doorframe lean*

Me: *loses my shit*

Me: *thinks about how Jake is 6 feet tall and could easily do this*

Me: *loses my shit again*

Me: *chokes on air and runs to grab my computer because it’s time to write*

#top gun smut #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin headcanon #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin #too gun maverick #hangman fluff #jake hangman fic #hangman top gun #top gun hangman

[fentybucky]

now it’s a good morning 💘

#harry + miles #big YES #instagram decided to bless me like this today #miles teller #harry styles #too gun maverick #top gun #late night talking #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(after Hangman has a bad accident while flying) Rooster:…I can’t go through what my mom went through. Honestly, I don’t even know how she got up in the morning, after my dad died. (Hangman says nothing, just stares at him) Rooster(emotional):What’re we doing?!…I mean, you’re everything for me. And I HATE feeling like this - because you’re my world. (Hangman walks closer to him, hugs him and kisses him) Hangman:You’re mine…you’re my world.

#incorrect quotes #too gun maverick #hangaroo #hangster #sereshaw #original: ncis los angeles #that’s right I opted for sappy this time - SUFFER 😜 #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #jake seresin #hangman seresin

[ohtobeleah]

💕 Galentines Day Song Prompt List 💕

Leah’s Galentines Day Special! Rules & Regulations are as followed 👇

🫶 All entries must be submitted over the weekend of the 17th & 18th of February. (Remember I’m Australian so this may be subject to Timezone differences)

🫶 All participants must be 18+ (Blogs will be checked upon entry for something that indicates this)

🫶 Participants must direct message me & requests a song to use as their prompt. Once a song has been recorded, selected and given to you, your @ will be tagged next to your chosen song.

-> Example: “Hi Leah, May I please select *Song of choice* for your Galentine’s Day special”

🫶 No kink!shaming allowed (Reader discretion will be advised by the participants involved) It will be the job of the Author to ensure their work is properly tagged and that warnings are properly placed.

🫶 Although this is a Valentines Day Soecial, angst is also encouraged as well as Smutty ideas, and of course our fluffy lovey dovey ideas. 💡

🫶 No Minimum or Maximum word count required.

🫶 Any art or moodboards are also welcome.

🫶 Submissions can be stand alone One-Shots or a blurb using previously established characters from worlds authors have already created.

🫶 All Submissions are to be tagged with #leahsgalentinesdayspecial and @ohtobeleah tagged.

🫶 All Submissions will be added to the official Galentines Day Soecial Masterlist as well as reblogged by yours truly.

-> I’m Yours ~ Jason Marx

-> You're Still The One ~ Shania Twain @senawashere

-> Bubbly ~ Colbie Caillat @shinycupcakebaker

-> You and I ~ Lady Gaga @briseisgone

-> You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This ~ Toby Keith @a-reader-and-a-writer

-> Chasing Stars ~ Rupert Pope, Giles Palmer

-> Delicate ~ Taylor Swift @purelyfiction

-> Lavender Haze ~ Taylor Swift @becks-things

-> Style ~ Taylor Swift

-> Wildest Dreams ~ Taylor Swift

-> Lover ~ Taylor Swift @sorchathered

-> Wonderland ~ Taylor Swift @sparklehippie17

-> Love Again ~ Dua Lipa

-> Kiss Me ~ Sixpence None The Richer @muddwheelz123

-> Can’t Help Falling In Love ~ Elvis Presley @seresinsbrat

-> Can’t Take My Eyes Off You ~ Frankie Valli @withahappyrefrain

-> Be My Baby ~ The Robettes @nerdgirljen

-> Bad Romance ~ Lady Gaga @briseisgone

-> Somebody To Love ~ Queen @rockstxr-x

-> Lovefool ~ The Cardigans

-> Like a Wrecking Ball ~ Eric Church @mynameismackenziemae

-> Counting Stars ~ OneRepublic

-> Adore You ~ Harry Styles @seitmai

-> Radio ~ Lana Del Rey

-> All Of Me ~ John Legend @fanboyswhore9

-> Always Be My Baby ~ Mariah Carey @ryebecca

-> Let’s Stay Together ~ Al Green

-> Here I Am ~ Bryan Adams @auroralightsthesky

-> Something Just Like This ~ The Chainsmokers, Coldplay

-> Jessie’s Girl ~ Rick Springfield

-> Dandelions ~ Ruth. B @callsign-phoenix

-> I Want It That Way ~ Backstreet Boys

-> You & I ~ One Direction

-> A Thousand Miles ~ Vanessa Carlton

-> Hey Lover ~ The Daughters Of Eve @sunlightmurdock

-> She Will Be Loved ~ Maroon Five

-> Maps ~ Maroon Five

-> Girls Like You ~ Maroon Five

-> Stay With Me ~ Sam Smith

-> Love On The Brain ~ Rihanna @moonlight-prose

-> Mary Me ~ Train @sailor-aviator

-> Young & Beautiful ~ Lana Del Rey

-> I'm In Love ~ Hailey Whitters @purelyfiction

-> For Once In My Life ~ Stevie Wonder

-> Just Give Me A Reason ~ P!nk, Nate Ruess @bradshawsbaby

-> Just The Way You Are ~ Bruno Mars @mamachasesmayhem

-> I Don’t Wanna Live Forever ~ Zayn, Taylor Swift

-> How To Save A Life ~ The Fray

-> Love Me Like You Do ~ Ellie Golding @senawashere

🫶 Don’t see a song you’d like to use? Not a problem, direct message me your preferred song and I’ll add not only your song of choice but you to the list!

#leahs galentines day special #top gun fandom #top gun fanfiction #top gun au #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bob floyd imagine #mickey garcia #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #too gun maverick

[mintcaramelhazel]

Hangman: but I am leaving for India

Rooster: and it is not far enough

do you think there is a corner on this earth

that you could travel to far away enough

to free me from this torment

i am a gentleman

my father raised me to act with honour

but that honour is hanging by a thread

that grows more precarious

with every moment I spend in your presence

you are the bane of my existence

and the object of all my desires

#bridgerton #anthony x kate #incorrect top gun quotes #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #too gun maverick #hangster #you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires #enemies to lovers #bridgerton au #this is what really happen

[kryptonitejelly]

5 sentence blurb

Bradley absolutely used to bartend but also day drinking and baseball games with him please

We all know that man could have gone pro 👀 his arm sling over your shoulders, you in an old jersey of his and watching the game drinking a beer and wine slushee, he’d be absolutely living his best life. I feel like he would absolutely don a white tee with another jersey and just a ball cap and fucking crush itttt

what is a wine slushie and why have i never had one - this feels like something i need to have, stat.

“This is good,” you hum appreciatively as you take a sip of the wine slushie which Bradley had handed to you, complete with a colourful straw sticking out if the stemless wine glass, while settling back against his side as his arm slides around your shoulders. The sliding doors to your back patio have been thrown open, sunlight and a gentle breeze slipping into the living room, complimenting the baseball game and commentary playing on television.

“You look good,” is what Bradley says as he presses a kiss to the side of your head, his eyes raking down your body, nothing but his old jersey hanging from your frame; you had gone braless and pants-less, and the sight of the outline of your nipples visible through the fabric, and the flesh of your thighs meeting the end of the jersey, your face free of product, is one of Bradley’s favourite sights in the world.

“Not as good as you,” is what you respond, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. Bradley grins, distracted from the game as he turns his head so that his lips meet yours; you can taste the beer, bitter and malty on his tongue.

#kj’s 5 sentence baby blurbs! #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster imagine #rooster #too gun maverick #top gun imagine #not cm

[icanfixhimclub]

𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒，𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒 || 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙

Pairings: Pete Mitchell x Daughter!oc

Warnings: Angst, blood, guns, mentions of death, swearing

Summary: Hummingbird, Mavericks daughter, was chosen to be apart of the dagger team.

Notes: Yall I finally saw TGM and just had the urge to write a angsty post abt it idk why

The tension was in the air, everyone felt it. Maverick had to choose, who would his wingman be? Three people, one wingman, two stand by’s.

“Hummingbird.”

You sucked in a breathe of air. You could feel their glares, you knew they felt you were favored, being Maverick’s daughter. You didn’t want that, you didn’t want to be chosen because of being his daughter, you wanted to be chosen because you could do it, because this was your mission.

“Dismissed.”

You were the first to leave, wanting to get to your plane as soon as you could. A hand caught your shoulder and you snapped your head to look at the perpetrator. Hangman stood there with a blank look.

“Hangman,-“

“Be careful.” He pulled you into a hug and after your initial shock, you hugged back. You had formed quite a bond in your time together at Top Gun, but you weren’t expecting a hug, rather a back handed complement.

When you pulled apart, you nodded at each other and went on your way. “Hummingbird!” Rooster called as he ran to catch up to you. You froze to a stop, afraid of what he would say, afraid he wouldn’t be so nice. “Just so you know, you better hope that you have what it takes up there, just because Mav’s your da-“

“Don’t start Rooster. Trust me, I’m not ecstatic to be picked either if it’s only out of favoritism.” You snapped back. Bradley’s mouth snapped shut as he stared at your harsh glare. He nodded and walked away, leaving you to close your eyes and take a deep breath. You saw your dad about to get into the plane next to yours and jogged to stop him. “Dad!”

Mavericks head turned to look at you, smiling slightly. “Hey, what’s…” he paused at your slight frown, “what’s wrong, birdie?”

“Please, tell me you didn’t pick me because you felt obligated too. If that’s the deal then I don’t want to be flying if you think I can’t do it.” Your exasperated voice hurt his heart. Maverick didn’t want you to think he didn’t believe in you, hell he believed you were just as capable as him.

“Y/n, I picked you because I know you can do this. Not because you’re my daughter, but because you’re the best pilot here.” He pulled you in for a hug and you hugged back tightly, needing the words of reassurance. “Now go, we have a mission to fulfill.”

“Yes sir.” You smiled back and went into your plane, putting on your helmet. You took a deep breath and let everything sink in.

⍟

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I’m out of flares! I’m out of damn flares! Looks like no amo either!” Your almost panicked voice came through everyone’s com’s as you began your best to avoid income SAM’s.

“Hang on, hummingbird, I’m coming.” Maverick used a move to fly back and stay on top of you, using his flares to get rid of your incoming missiles. Until a SAM neither of you saw hit his engines and sent him spiraling down. “DAD!” You screamed as you watched the plane crash into the landscape. “We have to circle back for him!”

Your rushed voice broke everyone’s heart. “Bird, he’s gone.” Bobs voice came through your com’s but you weren’t paying attention.

“Are you going to send a search and rescue?” You all but pleaded.

“Not with active bandits.”

“But!-“

“Hummingbird, he’s gone, we have to get back to the ship.” Coyotes voice was white noise to you. Everyone kept trying to reach you as you didn’t respond, stuck in your own head. You don’t know what came over you, but you turned your plane around and went back to the direction your dad crashed. Everyone was shouting at you to turn around, but you ignored them. Back on the ship, Hangman and Rooster exchanged worried glances.

You saw the helicopter shoot at something on the ground and then watched it relocate to shoot at the same thing. With your last missile, you locked target and shot it down, flying over head as you tried turning to see if it was shooting at Maverick. With no sight of him you faced forward and started to turn around, but instead faced heart first to an incoming MIG. With nothing left, you pushed forward, taking all the hits until you were 2 feet away and ejected.

Your body was littered with shrapnel and sparks from the collision as you floated down to the ground. The adrenaline wasn’t enough for you to not feel the pain of the piece of metal lodged into your left side, or the pieces digging into your thigh. You unhooked your parachute and started your way towards your dad. “DAD! MAVERICK!” You called out.

“BIRD?” You heard his voice and took of in a limping run/jog. Ignoring the pain in your leg, you followed his voice til he was in your sights. Maverick sprinted to you and caught you in a bone crushing hug, you returning it.

Then he pushed you back, “What the hell were you thinking?” He yelled.

“We’ll I mostly wasn’t, but what I was, was that I don’t want to outlive my father and have to go on with out him!” You winced as you yelled back, holding onto your side as Pete just took notice.

“Holy shit, Bird, are you ok?” He asked but sighed when he saw your glare, “Okay, dumb question. We gotta get you somewhere safe.”

“Yeah well, they’re not sending search and rescue so what’s the plan.”

“First, we need to get that metal out of you. We’re too far from my plane and yours is most likely in pieces so I’m gonna have to pull them out then just wrap it as tight as I can.” He said motioning you to sit down. You did and he unzipped his flight suit and pulled off his shirt, ripping it into strips.

You unzipped you suit and lifted up your shirt so he can get to the shrapnel in your side.

“Alright this is gonna hurt like hell so bare with me and try not to scream.” He looked at you and you nodded in understanding. He gripped the metal and started to pull it out as you bit your fist to muffle your screams. It broke his heart to her you in pain but Mav kept going until it was out. He then took the longest strip from his shirt and started wrapping it around you as tight as he could. He wrapped an extra strip around it to help soak up the blood too.

“This hurts like a bitch.” You seethed as he moved to pull the shards out of your leg. Tears we’re streaming down your face by time he finished with what he could and he wrapped around the suit of your leg, hoping it’ll help with the blood. He tied it as tight as he could and helped you put your flight suit back on and stand up.

“Alright come on, I have a plan.”

⍟

“You wanna steal an enemy F-14 that we’re not even sure runs.”

“That’s the plan.”

“You can’t be serious.” He answered your question by taking off towards it, “He’s serious.” You mumbled, taking off to catch up to him.

“Alright, it’s probably gonna hurt getting in, especially with my shitty patch job with our limited resources. But just try to act natural, and please, don’t close your eyes.” He pleaded the last part, glancing at you. You both knew that while it would’ve been safer, there was no way to go unnoticed in enemy territory with a chunk of metal sticking out of your side.

⍟

“Aright Dad, he’s the last one.” You reassured as Maverick focused on gunning down the last MIG that was stopping your safe return. He started up the guns and used the last of the amo to take down the plane, sending it into the terrain. “Yeah!” We both cheered as we continued out and above the ocean. You started again to look for the switch for the radio and reached down with a groan but flipped the switches and got it on.

“Hey, I got the radio working!” Your celebration was cut short as another plane was detected. “Shit, shit where is it?” You looked around when your dads voice stopped you.

“He’s in front of us. Hang on, this is gonna hurt.” Mav broke right, now set on evading the MIG. “Those two handles above your head are the eject, pull those when I say so.”

“Wait what?”

“Birdie, it’s the only way, we have no way to defend ourselves, I’ll gain altitude, then you have to eject.” He said sternly. He took a sharp break left and you groaned as you hit your left side. He started climbing, the g-force starting to get to you. “Alright, eject!”

You pulled the handles but it didn’t budge, “Dad it’s not working!”

“Eject, eject, eject!” You started to panic and pull with all your might.

“I’m sorry! It’s not working! I love you!” You we’re in tears, the pain was becoming too much while mixed with the climbing g-force and your flight suit was drenched in blood.

“Shit! I love you too! Keep trying!” Suddenly, the MIG on your tail burst into flames, and Hangman’s jet came into view. You both breathed out a sigh, yours a little softer as the blood loss and small loss of adrenaline started to kick in.

“Good after…and gentlemen…your…” Hangman’s voice was fading in and out as you began to start feeling tired.

“Dad? I’m really tired, are you tired?” Your voice was soft and slurred together.

“Y/n? It’s ok, it’ll be ok, don’t fall asleep, were almost on the ship I promise.” His voice fell on deaf ears as you faded in and out of consciousness. “Hum!…listen to!…”

Maverick had felt fear before, but looking in your backseat to see the girl you had raised from a baby looking lifeless while drenched in blood is a whole new level. “Hangman! Hummingbird is unconscious! She’s lost a lot of blood and is unconscious!” Mavericks voice was panicked and everyone on the ship was suddenly aware of the situation now that he’s made it clear.

When he finally landed with you, and the canopy opened, he was pulling himself out before unbuckling you and pulling you out. Everyone watched with horror at the sight of you, your whole left side of your suit drenched in blood, almost no sign of life, being cradled in Mavericks arms as he was in tears. Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, the person everyone had thought was this badass fighter pilot, was sobbing over his only daughter, who he had thought died in his arms. He tried to feel for a pulse but in his erratic state couldn’t find one.

You had to be pried from his grip as you were taken in by the medics, Pete collapsing as soon as you were out of his arms. He could hear it, as much as he wishes he didn’t, he heard the scream rip from Phoenix’s throat when she saw you on the stretcher. Rooster, who was crying as well, sat beside Maverick and they both just cried into each other. Hangman had disappeared somewhere as soon as he saw you. He couldn’t bear looking at you, not like that.

There wasn’t a single person on that ship that knew you that wasn’t crying. You weren’t hard to like. Your smile could light up the room and make just about anyone near you feel better.

Mav couldn’t do this, he couldn’t lose two of his best friends and his daughter. He regrets ever letting you end up like him, joining the navy, being a reckless flyer and being taught ‘don’t think, just do’. Look where it got you. If you were dead right now he would never forgive himself, because this could’ve been prevented. He had know this would happen, we would’ve never picked you for this mission, or even let you become a pilot.

He would’ve never let you die.

#angsty #bradley bradshaw #tgm fic #pete maverick mitchell #maverick imagine #top gun #too gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin