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Mishaps and Apologies

Summary: Jake wants to apologise but You wont give him a chance to speak until...

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warnings/Tags: Jake being Jake. for the sake of this fic, there has been a change that is different to the movie. please roll with it. ANGST, ANGTY, DID I MENTION THE ANGST?

A/n: Here is your early new years gift! I speed wrote this chapter between 12am and 4 am, and well I'm gonna sleep after posting it. This chapter is a mess. BUT we only have a few more to go!

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“Good morning, the Uranium enrichment plant that is your target will be operational earlier than expected. Raw uranium will be delivered to the plant in ten days time. As a result, your mission has been moved up, one week.”

Fucking great. One phrase that was bouncing off the walls of all the aviators gathered in the room. Sure, the mission is difficult but so far none of them have even cleared the valley simulation to move on to the next step, much less complete the training by next week.

You leaned forward in your chair as Admiral Bates continued his announcement and took his leave as Mav came on. The noise from jets landing and taking off made it harder for you to hear him. You wanted to fly this mission no matter what. Nothing was going to get in your way of it.

However, there is one person that may get in the way. Jake Seresin. You had been going above and beyond to avoid him today, after the ‘talk’ yesterday, you didn't want to face him again unless you had victory of being on the team.

“We have one week left to focus on Phase Two. It’s the most difficult stage of the mission. A pop-up strike with a steep dive, requiring nothing less than two consecutive miracles.” Maverick spoke, pacing back and forth on the little step in front of them. The screen lit up showing a U shaped valley with the uranium plant at the center of it, surrounded by two tall mountains. The Gs on the way out will be significant, you thought as you listened to Mav.

“Two pairs of F-18s will fly in a welded wing formation. Teamwork. Precise coordination of their aircraft is essential to both mission success and your survival.” He warned.

“As you know, the plant rests between two mountains. On final approach, you’ll invert directly into a steep dive. This allows you to maintain the lowest possible altitude and the only possible attack angle.” It made sense. Somehow, the first part of the approach up till now made sense in your head and hopefully was do-able. Until he explained further about the Coffin Corner…

“Egress is a steep high-G climb out to avoid hitting this mountain-

“A steep climb at that speed, you’re pulling at least eight G’s.” Jake cuts in.

“Nine, minimum.”

“The stress limit of the F-18’s airframe is 7.5.” It's Rooster who pipes up this time. Challenging Mav. While they have had a rocky relationship thus far, Rooster is managing to retort back to Mav during each exercise.

While Maverick goes further into the exercise and the rest of the mission, there isn't one moment where your foot hasn't stopped shaking. Yes, there was nervousness in the air about flying this mission, but more so about who was gonna be flying it.

“Sir, is this even achievable?” Phoenix questions, almost as if she read the minds of the pilots in the room, who were thinking the same thing.

“The answer to that will come down to the pilot in the box.”

Well shit. This is not gonna go well.

For this exercise, Mav had paired you and Phoenix, along with Coyote. While Phoenix usually has Bob as her backseater, Mav has paired you up with her.

You didn't think much of it, at least it wasn't with anyone else, it was Phoenix.

Exiting the room, to move to their assigned teams and places, you felt his stare. He had tried catching up with your fast pace when you were out on your morning run at the beach. Even when you had came to the base early to clear your head, he was there. But you didn't give him a second of your time. Managing to slip away every time he came too close.

Now, as you moves through the halls and narrow corridors of the naval base, he is hot on your heels. Calling after you as you increase your pace; taking one swift turn after another, trying to shake him off but he is relentless until you take one last turn and comes face to face with the door that leads outside to your respective planes. Before he could catch up, you had already exited, leaving the door swinging wide open and close.

Jake closes his eyes, breathing out a deep sigh and turns around to make his way to the lounge where he had to be with the rest of the pilots while you, Phoenix and Coyote were up in the air. He made his way to sit next to the radio, which was situated right next to where Rooster sat. Wanting to avoid any questioning from the man, he sat himself down at a safe distance, giving him a nod to acknowledge his presence before carefully listening through the radio for your voice.

…

“Talk to me, Athena!”

“We are 12 seconds late on target. We gotta move, Phoenix!” You spoke in a panicked voice, eyes blown out wide. you needed to hurry up. Testing the target lens again, making sure it was working well before they reached the target point.

As Phoenix mumbled slight curses under her breath, Coyote agreed; “Copy. Try to stay with me.”

Your eyes scanned the radar in front of you, noticing a small aircraft making its way towards them. You let out a sound of bewilderment as you heard Mav over the radio.

“Wait, who's that?”

“Blue team, you've been spotted. I’m a bandit on course to intercept. What are you gonna do?” he announced himself, as you examined his location. He may be able to catch up with them if they keep this speed. They had to make a move.

“He’s 20 miles left, ten o’clock. 700 knots closure.” You informed Phoenix and Coyote.

“Your call, what do you want to do?” Coyote proposes.

“Continue, we’re close. Stay on target.” Phoenix ordered before you could have a say. You wanted to buy in and tell them that it wouldn't be a good idea to stay on course without dealing with Mav or increasing their speed further.

“Phoenix, he’s swinging around to the North! Maybe we should-”

Before you could finish the pop up point closed in. Making Phoenix shout; “be ready on that laser, Thena.”

“Copy, I’m on it.” you sat back in your seat, focusing on the situation in front of you as your hand closed around the laser joystick. Testing the Laser focus, the plane shot straight up before rotating on its back. Blood rushed to your head as you gripped the stick tighter. Closing your eyes and trying to regain focus.

“Talk to me, Thena. Where’s Mav?” you heard Coyote through the helmet, eyes opening as you analyzed Mav’s location.

“He’s uhh five miles out. He’s coming in fast!” You shouted and immediately regretted doing so. your head throbbed by all the noise around you- regardless of the thick earmuffs headphones that were sitting snug on your head.

The planes rotated back into their normal positions, moving at the same speed that you knew was too slow but chose not to speak of just yet.

“Where’s my laser, Thia?” Coyote questioned the younger woman. Gathering any strength you had left, shaking your head. Narrowing your eyes on the target screen in front as the laser moved uncontrollably.

“Shit. Deadeye! Deadeye! It’s no good if I can't get a lock. I’m sorry.” You repeated into the mic.

“We’re out of time. I’m dropping blind.” He panted before dropping the bombs and hoping that it would hit. But it missed just by a meter as they flew by.

“Damn it. That's a miss!” He exclaimed before the planes straightened out again for Coffin Corner. You could feel your lungs compress; skin and flight suit starting to dig into your ribs.

The oxygen mask you had on felt too much to breathe into. Your breathing became ragged. Vision blurring out, regardless of the aviator glasses you had on, similar to Bob’s. Tunnel vision was not uncommon during this but your version of it was always the worst.

Many aviators experience a blurred circle and darkness around that point when under an immense high G pressure. But for you, it was a fully darkened vision with spots of lights like it was farther away than it was meant to be. You felt your hearing starting to give out just as a familiar, piercing ringing took over your ears.

“Maverick’s got a missile lock on us.” You spoke through a blind sight. You knew the tone, so it didn't take a flying genius to know that they were dead. Breathing out a sigh of relief and disappointment, she heard Phoenix over the comms.

“Shit, we’re dead.” She steered the jet around, leveling out. Making their way back to the ship before you noticed that Coyote was still leveled up in Coffin Corner. That wasn't right.

“Coyote? Do you copy?” You heard yourself shouting into the comms before Mav repeated the words. Becoming more and more concerned about your best friend. you noticed his plane started to drop, rotating its way towards the ground at a high speed. Something clicked into your mind. He must be in G-LOC.

“Mav, I think he is in G-LOC, I repeat, Coyote is in G-LOC. He’s gonna burn in.” You swiftly informed the older man. Silently praying for his safety as you closed your eyes.

“Damnit! I’m going after him.”

You watched in shock as Mav tried to get a missile lock on him, hoping it would snap him out of it. You called after him over the comms over and over again. Trusting him not to die on you. It was getting harder for you to breathe now. You couldn't lose him. He was gonna fly this mission with you. He’d promised. Your eyes were tightly shut as Mav finally got the missile lock. You needed to hear him. To know that he was okay. But you couldn't do it with your eyes open. Otherwise you were sure you would end up throwing up in the oxygen mask.

“I'm okay. I’m good.” Javy repeated as you breathed out a sigh of relief. Not noticing the small tears that blurred your vision.

“You ever do that again, Coyote, I will personally kill you.” You threatened in fake annoyance. Happy that he was safe. Hearing him laugh but before he could retort something, you saw something smack the jet’s canopy and get caught in the back engine. Which set off a bunch of alarms and warnings at the screen in front of you. The left engine was on fire.

“Bird strike! Bird strike!” Phoenix announced, panicked.

“Phoenix, the left engine is on fire!”

“Climbing.” She shot the jet up in the air, turning away from the bird strike as she turned off the left engine. Throttling back while Y/n noticed another warning pop up.

“The right engine is out! It's still spinning.” This was not good.

“Copy, trying to restart it. Throttling up.” Phoenix spoke as she faintly heard Mav warn her about something being on fire. But before you could ask him to repeat, the plane started spinning out of control.

you were on fire. Red lights flashing wherever you looked.

“Hydraulic failure! I repeat we are on fire.” This was not the time to panic. You had to think. THINK, THINK, THINK!

“We’re going in, Phoenix! We’re going in!” Shouts, warnings and toned ringing was all you heard. you could faintly make out Mav over the comms as Phoenix repeated his words.

“EJECT, EJECT, EJECT!”

Reaching to pull the ejection tab that rested upright between your legs. Having a steady grip before you pulled, waiting for the seat to take off. Nothing..

“Mav, my ejection seat isn't working!” You called urgently, pulling harder on the duct tape wrapped rope.

“Athena, pull harder, you gotta pull harder. Come on, you're gonna crash!” He encouraged. The urgency in his voice was evident as you heard Coyote.

“Y/n focus on my voice. Come on, you gotta pull harder.” taking a quick breath, gathering any strength that you had left and pulled as if your life depended on it. Immediately, you felt yourself shoot off into the air, the bottom of the seat lit on fire. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see the plane crash as a sharp sting took over your skull, smashing with a force you had only imagined. Before all you heard was silence.

…

Jake heard the entire situation. He‘d already played and replayed it in his head over a million times. Pacing in the empty radio room, where only he and Rooster sat. Rooster was weirdly calm. Jake didn't know why but he didn't want to ask either. She is gonna be okay, She’s strong. she’ll pull through. He had been repeating those words in his head like a mantra. He felt helpless. all he wanted to do at this moment was be with you, apologize to you. Hell, he’d go and personally ask the Striker team and Torch to take you back in.

Mav entered the room, a solemn expression on his face which Hangman thought could bring both good or bad news. Mav looked towards the two men. As he and Jake met eyes, he didn't see a pilot, or a son or someone who was concerned for a friend. He saw a man that was on the brink of losing someone he loves dearly. Tears were gathered in his eyes that he had refused to let go. Rooster wasn't any better, yet he didn't hold the same, intense love that Mav knew Jake held for you.

“They’ll keep Phoenix in the hospital overnight for observation. But, there is something you should know. There was a problem with Athena's ejection seat which caused her to pull out much later than she had intended to. It caused some problems, she sustained a few injuries to the back of her head.”

No, no this could not be happening right now. Jake felt like all the air in his lungs was suddenly being pushed out. His head was dizzy as he managed to grab onto the nearest table to steady himself.

“Wha-? What did the doctors say? Is she gonna be okay, Maverick?” The words spewed out of his mouth like a waterfall. One after the other, it didn't make sense.

“She is in surgery right now.” That was all it took for him to storm out the room in a hurry. Exiting the base as he grabbed a few of his things from his locker before sprinting to his car. He managed to break every single traffic light and speed limit just to get to the hospital.

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The Morning After

Part 2 of Prompts: “Take. It. Off.” and “If you touch her, I’ll break your hand.”

Hangman x reader

Summary: After watching you drink copious amounts of alcohol Hangman has enough and he takes you home. His home. You wake up to breakfast. But, you can’t remember if anything happened between the two of you.

A sliver of sunlight bores into your eyes waking you up. You groan. Fuck, your head hurts. You roll away to try to sleep some more in hopes that it would ease your raging headache.

But then you hear the squeak of pantry doors being opened and fear snaps you awake. You live alone, nobody should be in the kitchen.

You get up as quickly as your headache allows you to. Still, you must swallow down the nausea you feel when you sit up. The room spins around you for a few seconds before slowing down to a stop. When it does, you realize that your wall is a different color. So is the flooring and so is the furniture.

Panic shoots through you when you realize, (embarrassingly slow actually), that you were in somebody else’s room. And judging by the furniture you were in a man’s room to be exact.

Headache completely forgotten; you jump out of bed. You look around for something in the room to use as a weapon. Your eyes land on a rather heavy looking lamp. You walk out of the bedroom and use the sound of rustling pots and pans to guide you to where the stranger was. You hold your lamp ready to strike your kidnapper.

You walk in and the sight in front of stuns you. “Am I dreaming?” He was the last person you thought you would see. And never in a million years would you have guessed the cocky pilot wore an apron to cook.

“Dream about me often, sweetheart?” Hangman smirks. And just like that you knew this was really him. Said pilot raises an eyebrow at the lamp you are currently holding. “You going to put that away?” he uses the spatula he’s holding to point at the lamp.

You place the lamp on the island slowly, and you take a seat next to it. It doesn’t escape his notice how close you stay to your makeshift weapon as if expecting to use it. You watch Hangman continue to cook. The man surprisingly knows his way around the kitchen.

“Care to explain why I woke up in your apartment?” Hangman didn’t answer you, instead, he replaces the cooked pancake with more batter.

“You look like shit.” Hangman states, completely ignoring your question. You roll your eyes at his words but still pat down your bed head. You look down at your clothes trying to determine how disgusting they were when you notice the “Seresin” name tag on the shirt.

A silly thought crosses your mind. You’re face grows hot.

“Hangman, we didn’t... we didn’t umm you know... last night,” you squeaked making wild gestures with your hands to try to convey your meaning. You knew his reputation with women.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” Hangman only tilts his head in question. But the amusement that rings his eyes is a dead giveaway. “Maybe if you used your words, I’d understand you,” the cocky jerk throws you a half smirk. Usually, you wouldn’t play this game with him. Any other day, you’d call him out on his bullshit. But this time was unlike any other. You were desperate.

“We didn’t… ugh, sleep together did we?” you flushed pink and the blonde aviator wished he could see how far down your blush went. He let you sit there for a few seconds, enjoying making you squirm. Usually, he would make it last longer but not after yesterday. He didn’t want to upset you like that again.

“Trust me sweetheart, if we had slept together, you’d remember. Or at least, feel it,” The lieutenant held your gaze and you saw the whispers of a promise in his green eyes.

Hangman broke eye contact first to flip the pancake in the pan. You sat there watching him at a loss for words. The aviator deposited the cooked pancake onto a plate that held a second pancake surrounded by eggs and bacon. He then slid the plate towards you along with a bottle of syrup.

He finally took off the silly apron and then grabbed a smoothie you hadn’t noticed from the counter. He leaned against the sink to drink it. Hangman had cooked you breakfast. Specifically, he had cooked ONLY you breakfast. If it was anybody else, you would think they were trying to apologize. But this was Hangman, and he didn’t do apologies.

The food smelled so good, but you refused to be distracted. “But we didn’t, right?” you asked slowly. Why couldn’t he just say no, plain and simple. Was that so hard?

The corner of Hangman’s lip quirked up. “I might be a lot of things darling, but I don’t take advantage of drunk women.” He took a sip of his smoothie. “Plus, I like to have my girls begging for me to take them to bed,” he licked his lips free of any residual droplet of smoothie. You were ashamed by the reaction your body had to his words. His words had lit up your core. You shook your head, dispelling the traitorous thoughts the aviator had stirred.

You tore into your pancake quickly after that. Holy shit, the man knew how to cook. Damn, the pancake was sinfully good. “Where did you learn how to cook,” you asked around a mouthful of pancake.

“My mom,” Hangman took another sip of his drink. “She thought it might come in handy if I wanted to woo a girl,” the look the fighter pilot gave you stopped you mid chew. His eyes were practically dancing in fire.

You swallowed your bite. “Are you trying to woo me lieutenant,” you joked. He turned away to wash his smoothie cup and some of the dishes he had in there.

“If I was, would it work?” He answered over his shoulder. You didn’t know which one you were more surprised by. His response or seeing him do domestic things like wash dishes. Once finished, he dried dried his hands on a towel and turned back to you.

You had yet to answer him. You had never seen the cocky aviator look so nervous. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and didn’t meet your eyes. Honestly, you didn’t know he could feel anything besides arrogance.

“If you were trying to woo, I would say these pancakes are a pretty good start.” You smiled seeing Hangman’s face light up at your words and a genuine smile you had never seen before spread across his face.

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Author’s note: sorry for posting so late. I couldn’t stop picturing this in my head so I finally just wrote it. Hope y’all enjoy :)

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