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promisingyounglady · 21 days

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watermelons. | JS x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Jake loves ur boobs. That’s it really.

PAIRING: Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: written for all my big tit girlies, from a big tit girlie herself.

He’s been obsessed with the girls since he first saw them.

And by the girls, he means your tits.

Like just imagine, cocky little top gun aviator, Jake Seresin, turning into a complete mess first glance at you. Spilling his beer all over his tan golden chest that one summer afternoon at the beach with the dagger squad, just because he saw you in your denim shorts and yellow halter top.

And they sit so nicely, your tits. Full, large, and beautiful.

The breeze carries the scent of salt, the air humid and yet all jake can do is stare at the girl with the sweet smile and pretty tits, laughing loudly with her friends on the Hard Deck patio.

“So you’re just gonna stare like a creep or what?” Bradley’s low voice calls out beside him, crossing his arms across his chest as he adjusts his aviator sunglasses, muscles glistening as well under the heat. He whistles softly when he sees you, to which Jake shoves his friend away playfully, annoyed that he’s looking at you too.

“Back off, Bradshaw”

And so next thing he knows, he’s by your side, immediately serenading you with his charming smile and kind eyes.

“Hi sweetheart”

It’s so fucking cheesy and simple, and yet it works on you. You’re spinning around, eyes going wide at the firm, golden chest your face to face with and the way Jake just looms over you, hands on his hips, sweaty and golden from a match of beach football.

“Would you allow me to buy the pretty girl and her friends a drink?” He asks your friend group, sending a wink that makes the girls swoon.

“Oh my fuck” slips out from one of your friends behind you, the group gawking at the sight of the tall, handsome man in front of them.

And she was right. Oh my fuck indeed.

All it took was one line of southern drawl and you were hooked.

That night when Jake has you pinned against the alleyway wall outside of the bar, both your cheeks hot and the breeze cooler, you stare up at the man you had just spent the whole day flirting to.

“So you’re stationed here for a few months?” you breathe out, staring at his broad chest and chiseled jaw, feeling so small under his gaze. You gasp when his hand shifts closer, holding your waist firm in his grasp.

He nods, no need for words when he’s busy admiring you as well. The tall man gently nestles his lips beside your ear, whispering praises as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

You shut your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at the proximity and sheer sensuality of it all.

“Can I touch you?” He asks pulling away, looking at your eyes with something more than just lust.

You smile, chest heaving as you replied coyly. “Where do you want to touch me?”

Jake is starstruck at your words, trying so hard to shield you from the world under his arms and selfishly have you all for himself.

You take both his hands in yours and wrap them over your hips, letting them grab the mounds of your flesh and groan, feeling his hard on pressing against your front.

“feel me. and show me where you want to touch me most” you gasp, eyes shutting closed.

Jake pulls his hands away to caress your cheeks, taking your face as he presses his lips against yours.

“Here” he says under his breath. That was where he wanted to touch you most.

The kiss is deep, soft under the starry beach sky.

The same hands slide down to softly squeeze your tits, and that’s when you know that was the second spot he wanted to touch most. You smirk against the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing into him further.

Jake Seresin was a tits guy.

So when Jake comes home to his apartment after a year of steady dating, he’s already making a beeline to find you, settling on the fact that you must be in the laundry room finishing up the chores.

You don’t even have time to greet your boyfriend properly before he’s shoving his face in your tits and smacking a kiss to each one.

“Jake, what is up with you?” You giggled, shocked at how needy and hot he was. “I didn’t know they let you off early”

He sighs, taking them in his strong hands and pressing a kiss to each breast again.

“Just missed my girls, that’s all” he groans, holding you closer as you give him a hug.

you rolled your eyes, watching as he continue to rub them softly, pressing a kiss to your collar bone.

“I cut up the watermelon, it’s in the fridge” you told him, pulling him away to press a peck to his cheek.

You took the laundry basket, propping it against your hip as you smiled when Jake called out while pouting at the loss of contact.

“Not the melons I need!” he exasperates, trailing after you quickly.

#fic: watermelon #promising young lady : enid writes📝#short and bad but oh well #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin smut #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #hangman smut #hangman fluff #hangman fanfiction #glen powell #glen powell smut #top gun maverick smut #jake seresin fanfiction

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thatsrightice · 7 months

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Iceman is the ultimate wingman both in the air and on the ground. Whether it’s hitting up the bars on port call during a deployment or back on base, he’s the one they want to help pick up chicks. He’s got a success rate that rivals his carrier landing grade, he can help even the most hopeless aviator laid.

It’s a great gig for a closeted gay man, his chill, no-nosense charm and charisma with the ladies provides a great cover, making his squadron mates none the wiser to where his true desires lay.

#iceman has rizz with the ladies but uses it for the greater good of his squadron #and his own personal gain #I’m sure they pay him back with snacks and shit #he tries to use those same things on maverick but the man is totally oblivious #if only he had that kind of rizz with Maverick #iceman is gay #top gun #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #iceman #top gun iceman #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #icemav #just a little thing i wrote

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greatszu · 10 months

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Summer 🔥🐓!

#miles teller #ladies and gentlemen miles fucking teller #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #rooster top gun #lieutenent bradshaw #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick

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marisatomay · 2 years

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hot people are like “great movie! did you notice that leitmotif?”

#people saying they didn’t notice lady gaga’s hold my hand melody throughout top gun maverick has actually hurt my feelings #a STUNNING score and you didn’t notice the melody??? girl.

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sassyresacon1990 · 2 years

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I won't leave 'til I understand Promise me, just hold my hand

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bobfloydsbabe · 14 days

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historical romance au (title tbd) | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc | masterlist

gold rush goes historical

this au is an anthology historical romance!au series featuring robert "bob" floyd and imogen van doren who you know and love from gold rush. it's set in victorian era london. all works can be read independently of each other, but are set in the same universe. strictly 18+/minors dni.

JOIN THE TAGLIST (same as original–please do not sign up again)

CONTENT KEY warnings on individual fics

✩ = fluff | ♧ = angst | △ = suggestive | ϟ = smut

FICS

◦ sneak peek i ◦ sneak peek ii

BLURBS

coming soon

MISCELLANEOUS

◦ moodboard | created by @ryebecca

MUSINGS

thots by readers ↳ asks sent by you, the readers, sharing your headcanons, thoughts, ideas, and the most sinful thots about eccentric professor bob.

join the conversation by sharing your own ideas

#bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #professor bob floyd #eccentric professor bob #bob floyd x oc #robert bob floyd x oc #robert floyd x oc #bob floyd fic #bob floyd masterlist #top gun maverick #tgm #historical romance au #historical au #oc: imogen van doren #otp: robert x lady imogen #lewis pullman

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chasing-caws · 1 year

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Hold My Hand is about Icemav 100%

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun 2 #maverick #iceman #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #maverick x iceman #icemav #hold my hand #lady gaga

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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Playing with Ice's hair. . . .

Ok but we've already established that Ice constantly needs to be fidgeting or playing with something and it's the same for you. While Ice is always twirling his pen around, he noticed that you would always have a piece of your hair twisted around your finger or be picking at a thread on your clothes. So, one night while you're cuddling, Ice drags your hand up, setting it on his hair wordlessly.

You would begin to run your fingers through it gently as the two of you drifted off to sleep. Over the next few days, it became almost an unconscious habit of yours. Anytime he was close enough, you would run your fingers through the soft strands.

You'll take any excuse you can to have your hands on the man you love <3

Hope you enjoyed! requests are open.

#top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun x female reader #top gun x reader #top gun fluff #my asks #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x reader #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #your-local-crzy-lady

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comesdowntotrust · 1 year

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#lady gaga #oscars #hold my hand #top gun maverick #top gun #performance #acoustic

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desert-fern · 6 months

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Fern I um.....I had a bit of an idea for the Disney!Daggers for Bob, you do not have to do anything with this if you don't want to, it was just something that randomly popped into my head and I wanted to tell you about it (lol).

How do you feel about Bob and Lady and the Tramp?? Or possibly Natasha and Pocahontas?? 😁😁😁😁

“What a perfectly beautiful little lady!”

Mary, thank you so much for this beautiful addition to the Disney!Daggers moodboard series with Bob and Wifey as Elizabeth and Jim Dear, the owners of Lady and Tramp!

#disney!daggers #fern creates #moodboard request #top gun maverick #lady and the tramp #robert bob floyd #talk to the houseplant

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promisingyounglady · 2 months

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four eyes. | BF x Reader

PAIRINGS: Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: ahem, SMUT, established relationship, profanity, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, facial, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, begging, slightly sub!reader, praise, aftercare and such sweet affection from bobby, not proofread and mdni!!, reader is a minx, brief mention of term ‘slut’, size kink, awkward sweetheart w a big dick!bob,

A/N: this is the most filthiest shit I’ve ever written and if you like this ur crazy… *reblogs, comments and likes the post*

“What are you up to?” he drawls, watching carefully as you crawl over his naked midriff and through the sea of bedsheets. Post-sex endorphins were through the roof right now for Bob, a wave of happy tiredness sweeping over the pilot.

You huff, hand outstretched as you reach for Bob's glasses perched on the bedside table.

“I wanna try these on” you say to him, balancing yourself as you try to grab the frames. Bob chuckles, a hand coming to rub your ass lovingly.

You bit your lip to fight the feeling of a grin spreading on your face, the feeling of Bob's soft hands tickling you as you playfully pushed him away, all the while he simply beams at you.

The hand supporting yourself on his hard chest slips, causing you to collapse on top of your boyfriend, your naked breasts brushing over his cock and sending a shiver down his spine.

A firm hand comes to still yourself. “Careful” he says softly, hands warm.

Bob looks over, grabbing the glasses just as you were about to pick them up, and holding them out of your reach. You protest, trying to get ahold of the frames you loved so much. Bob puts them on, allowing himself to properly see his girl.

“You don’t wanna wear these, they don’t look good on anyone. Including me.” he mumbles, adjusting you on top of him.

But you're quick to swipe them off his face, ignoring Bob's laughs when you put the glasses on yourself and straddle his hips. “I like them, they’re cute,” you tell him.

“Well what d’ya know?” Bob utters softly to himself when he sees you, gazing up at his girl wearing the steel rimmed aviators and looking absolutely breathtaking.

“Hi there, four eyes” he chuckles, finding it odd saying a phrase he’s been nicknamed all his childhood. Hell, even Seresin has no problem calling him that to this day.

Bob smiles, strong but soft hands coming to rest on your hips as you sat dangerously close to where his happy trail leads to. Your brows furrowed as you viewed the world through his lenses.

“Jesus, Bob, you really are blind!” You uttered, looking down at the blurry man seated against the bedpost.

Bob’s become busy at the moment, pressing pecks to your hardended nipples. He simply nods, pretending he’s listening.

“You should go to the eye doctor, honey”

Bob peaks through, giving you a look. “That’s where I got them”

“Hm.”

The room is silent, a soft glow of the afternoon sunlight peeking through the white shutters. You feel the corners of Bob’s lips curling into a smile against your skin, a silent worship to your body.

“You’re so soft.” he murmurs.

“Honey,” you call to your boyfriend.

“Hm?” Bob replies absentmindedly, still brushing his face along your chest, hugging you closer.

You tug on his brown locks, pulling his head from your body and looking down at him.

“I wanna try something.” you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes mixed with a bottle of excitement. You quickly press a kiss to his lips.

Bob watches as you pull from his grasp, lips forming a small frown from the loss of contact as you shuffled down the bed so you were now kneeling on the floor by the edge.

Bob looks over at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to before you beckon towards him, ushering him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Come sit, Robert” you directed, calling him by his birth name to get his attention.

His soft cock limps near his thighs as he adjusts himself, sitting before you in all his naked glory, hair tousled by your hands and a pink blush ghosting his cheeks. His hand comes up to play with your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You look up in seriousness and confess.

“I want you to cum on these glasses”

Bob stops all motion, hand still tucked behind your ear. The room falls silent.

“What?”

You ignore the bafflement of your crimson cheeked boyfriend, bending down to lick a long stripe up his veiny shaft. A loud moan and harsh tug against your scalp brings you to take him further, almost triggering your gag reflexes. It all happens so fast. Bob mutters incoherently from the sudden gesture, both of you going slightly insane when your nose presses against his pubic bone as tears form near your eyes.

“Baby, hold on a moment, Jesus fuck!”

You’re worried you’re going to make a mess on the floor from the way your slick almost drips from your pussy.

You’ve been thinking of this fantasy for a while if you were to be honest. Bob pulls you back, gasping for air as a proud feeling settles in your chest. It’s not everyday you hear Bob cuss like that.

He’s panting hard, watching as a bit of saliva is smeared on your lips, eyes glossy. Bob sighs in exasperation as you decide to stroke his cock with your hands.

“You gotta let me speak-“

“Please, Bobby” you beg, pressing kisses to the pink tip and relishing in the way you feel him harden in your hand. A loud groan escapes Bob's throat, feeling sensitive despite having had sex the whole afternoon with you.

“I want you to cum while I have your glasses on” you told him, kitten licks getting the best of your boyfriend. “Like in those pornos” you mumble softly, your shy giggles driving Bob insane.

“Nobody says pornos anymore” he mumbles telling you, swallowing hard when you tug on his cock tighter for not responding.

Bob clears his throat. “You, um, want me to give you a facial?” He asks softly, holding onto your hand that's stroking his cock.

You nod eagerly.

“A-Are you sure?” He says, worried that taking him like this is gonna wear you out. In all honesty, the boy can’t help but grow hard at the thought of cumming all over your innocent face, big eyes covered by his glasses milked by his seed.

You nod, excitement and horniness flowing through your body.

“Please, honey, I want you to see me painted” you sighed, thumb brushing over the thick tip, smearing precum over the slit.

Bob thinks he’s gonna cum just from this angle, but he needs you so badly he tries to regain composure. He bends down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips and letting your face be held in his soft touch. “Let me know if it's too much baby” he addresses in concern, the tears on your cheeks worrying him.

You sniffle, nodding your head to assure him. “Want you so bad, Bobby, let me suck you”

Your last few words are incoherent from the way you let Bob’s big cock stuff your throat, making you gag but desperately hold on. Bob lets go, both hands coming to balance himself on the edge, one gripping the bed sheets.

The sensation is fucking marvellous. You feel so full, loving the way the stretch of your mouth and untouched ache of your pussy turn you cockdrunk on Bob Floyd’s dick.

You look up, desperate to see how he's taking you, wanting to see the expression of him getting the daylights sucked out of him.

Lieutenant Bob ruts his hips pathetically, trying so hard not to make a mess of your mouth and hurt you. His head is pulled back, groans falling from his soft lips as he praises you so good.

“That’s it baby, doing so well for me” he sighs, now two large hands coming to push you a little further, a groan falling from his lips as you take him fully now.

“God, I love you!” he cries out loud, an instinctive response coming from your boyfriend as he caresses your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. You smile, aviator lenses reflecting the light as your lips are wrapped securely around his dick.

”So pretty, such a pretty girl” he says under his breath, admiring the way your tits bounce along with every stroke on his cock. You gasp, pulling away as you let your fist do the rest.

“I love you too, Bobby” you gasped, looking up to find Bob staring at you intensely, with such a fierce gaze of love, sensuality, and pure awe.

”H-How,” he begins, starting to feel a familiar feeling settle inside him. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He admits, wanting nothing more but to see his cum painting his glasses you’re wearing. He thinks he might just let you have them. Being able to see is overrated anyways.

“I think I’m gonna cum, baby” he lets out, watching as your eyes get eager, adjusting your sore knees so you can get the perfect angle.

“Please baby, give it to me” you begged, pussy so sensitive you have to make sure you hold yourself up enough so the cold wooden floors don’t brush against your folds.

Watching you rub his dick like that, mouth open and face ready is an image Bob will have ingrained in his mind forever, a hot spurt of milky liquid shooting onto your lips as Bob finally gives you what you wanted.

Incoherent mumbles fill the sweaty bedroom, letting one hand cup his balls as the other makes sure to smear the warm fluid all over your lips, glasses starting to get foggy.

“Fucking hell” Bob cries out, spilling your name from his lips like a sacred mantra.

You hum, a wave of both happiness and satisfaction washing over you as you sit in front of Bob’s glory.

You let the man come down from his high, tasting salt and your boyfriend in your mouth. Before you can even clean yourself up, Bob is ripping off the dirtied glasses framing your face, and grabbing you towards him for a passionate kiss. The action makes you dizzy, your red, sore knees almost buckling under.

It’s only a while after when he pulls away, grabbing for a box of tissues near the nightstand and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry for the mess” he replies shyly, the image of this tall, naked, handsome, and yet totally awkward giant taking care of you making it all worthwhile.

“It’s okay” you reply, voice hoarse. You couldn’t help but feel happy, even if you didn’t cum (Bob would see to it later of course).

You feel him use the tissues to wipe your chin, face, and tits, or really, what was leftover after you sucked it all up like a slut.

“You’re crazy sometimes, you know that?” Bob mumbles, shaking his head as he smiles at you, his soft touch so rewarding.

You laugh, latching your arms around his neck and letting him hoist you up so easily. His semi-hard cock limps against your stomach, both of you standing up and lips pressing together in another soft kiss.

”Thank you for the most mind blowing head of my life.” He jokes.

”Thanks for the facial” you gleam, sucking your fingers with a pop that makes Bob weak, falling back down on the mattress and taking you with him so you’re straddling him again.

Bob reaches for the glasses, getting a tissue so he could wipe them before an idea pops in your head and you stop him.

You put on the glasses again. He looks up.

“Bobby, where’s the Polaroid camera?”

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lightscamerabitchsmileee · 5 months

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greatszu · 1 year

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You come to your kitchen and see THIS.

What is your reaction 👀?

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #rooster top gun #top gun #top gun maverick #rooster #lieutenent bradshaw #ladies and gentlemen miles fucking teller #daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry.

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callsign-joyride · 2 years

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If you take requests; can I request a hangman x f!reader where they argue before he goes on a mission cuz she told him that she loves him and he didn’t answer.. and then there’s an accident but she’s by his side as he wakes up and he tells her that all he could think of was her and that he loves her too!! Sorry this got kind of long! Love your writing

Hold My Hand | J.H.S.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

Content warnings: SO MUCH angst (with a happy ending), injury, cursing

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! I've never written a request before but I tried my best. I named it after Lady Gaga's song for the movie. Hopefully I'll write something happier soon.

My inbox is open!

"It's literally not a big deal," you calmly said as you and Jake walked into your apartment.

"Not a big deal? Y/N, he tried to get your number and you almost gave it to him! I was sitting right in front of you!"

"Oh for fucks sake. He's a waiter and he knew we were together! I was signing the receipt!"

"I paid for dinner!"

"The checkbook was closest to me!"

"I wonder why!"

"Do you realize how stupid you sound right now? And did you ever stop to think that I wouldn't cheat on you because I love you?"

It kind of just slipped out. Your mouth was moving faster than your brain. The room went dead silent. You and Jake looked at each other and your heart sank as he turned to leave.

"I have to leave for a mission tomorrow," was all he said before he walked out of your apartment. You ran for your bedroom and changed out of your dress and into something more comfortable.

As you laid on your bed, you decided to call Penny and vent to her. Jake and Phoenix were doing the mission together, so venting to her felt like it would be practically useless.

"Spend a few days with me and Amelia. I don't want you to be alone," Penny said. You gladly accepted her offer and grabbed a duffel bag from inside of your closet. After texting Phoenix where you would be over the next few days, you drove to Penny's house. Maverick was leaving as you pulled into the driveway and he waved at you.

"You don't have to tell me. I know I fucked up and I know that she's at Penny's," Jake told Phoenix the next morning.

"I saw her car in the driveway on my way here. It's not weird," he explained.

"Sure. But you know you upset her, right? I don't know why you didn't say anything. I love her and she's not even my girlfriend."

"Yeah, well, I don't know either, so let's just not talk about it until after the mission."

Days had gone by and you knew that the mission was supposed to be over. You didn't even know why you cared but you did. You hadn't heard anything from the team, but you figured that they were back because you saw Maverick's motorcycle in the parking lot of The Hard Deck.

You were helping Amelia with her homework when your phone started ringing. It was a call from Rooster. The team rarely called you.

"Y/N, thank God. We're at the hospital. There was an accident during the mission and Jake was hurt. He's knocked out and I know that you're probably holding a grudge for what happened last week but you should see him."

"Oh my God. What hospital?"

"I'll text you the address."

You put the address in your phone and grabbed your bag and keys before heading out the door. The hospital was about half an hour away, and it felt like the worst thirty minutes of your life.

"No overnight visitors unless you're family," the receptionist said.

"I'm his wife," you lied. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bob cover his face with a magazine. She handed you a visitors pass and told you where the room was. Jake wasn't in the ICU, but you didn't expect to see all of the cords and wires in the room.

As you held his hand, you put your head in your arms as an attempt to get some sleep. You woke up the next morning when a nurse came to check on him. She said that his condition seemed to be improving but you felt like you couldn't look at her.

The whole gang walked in a few minutes later and that was when you really cried.

"I think he really loves you. He flew with a picture of you in his plane during the mission," Phoenix said.

"I can't believe you lied about being his wife. That was pretty funny," Bob added. You chuckled and Phoenix gave him a stern look, which made you laugh.

You felt Jake start to move his hand and you gasped. As he started to open his eyes, the group decided to leave the room so that the two of you could be alone together.

"I'm sorry about what happened the other night. I didn't expect you to tell me that and all. I lost an engine and all I could think about was you. I didn't think I would make it back and I looked at that picture and... Y/N, I love you too."

You gently wrapped your arms around Jake before you started crying. He hugged you back as best as he could.

#request #top gun maverick #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #hangman #rooster #phoenix #bob #maverick #angst #lady gaga

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