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Iceman. Ice cold, no mistake and—wait he has a kid?! | Top Gun Fanfic ❄️

Summary: The day people find out about Iceman’s private life would be the day he makes sure, he knows it firsthand. In other words, Tom Kazansky meets his future wife the day his fellow pilot finds out about his daughter.

Established father daughter relationship: Iceman & Skysolo

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Hazel "Daredevil" Quinn

Note: Pre-Top Gun Maverick, so Amber Kazansky is around 5-7 years old

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There were many things Iceman was, or least how he presented himself to people. Strong, levelheaded, flies ice cold and no mistake if he had a say in it.

Some people were honest a bit scared of the man, might even idolized him, and even rather intimidated to say the least due to his looks.

Yeah sure he was rather layback and chill, cracking a few wisecracking jokes with his teammates and family. Swearing his cheeky smile with pride. Ask Maverick or Slider, they’ll tell ya the truth to that showing smile.

But one thing that Iceman made sure was to keep his private life separate from his aviation one. At home, he was just Tom. Tom Kazansky.

And there is a reason why.

His daughter.

Amber Nic Kazansky.

His angelcake, his little snowball, and his reason to keep fighting. His angel eyes. He kept her private from the public eye, safe and sound in his arms. Mentioning his kid every once in a while at work but people always assumed he was talking about Maverick’s kids or Goose’s son.

Because he was considered their uncle, to everyone on base.

But they don’t ever assume his own. He didn’t blame them, he never specifically said his daughter name out loud to the masses to hear. Only his close family and friends knew about Amber’s existence. She was one of Maverick’s sweethearts afterwards and Slider’s little glamorous girl.

And if ever did his angel eyes to work, he made sure she never left his sight. It was a big place, she could get lost however Amber was smart enough to know her way around the base too, even if Tom liked it or not…

Such as today.

Tom wasn’t supposed to have work that weekend, it was Sunday for gods sake but his bosses had other plans for the Lieutenant Commander. He was called in to finalize some paperwork, check on installations and probably head to some meetings. Which meant he would be stuck in his office for most of the day.

Tom sighed, knowing he had no choice but to bring Amber with him due to Maverick being busy and his sister being in another freaking state. However he didn’t mind the company, since he was able to show his daughter the planes, possibly getting to see a familiar face such as Wraith or Hollywood, look at the frames on the wall and the view of the building from where they were standing.

And to be honest, Amber loved it. She was shy about it all but she couldn’t help but grin. Her eyes sparkled at the huge planes, the classrooms filled with aviators, the darling style of the technology they had and clean cut frame of the building.

Tom stayed in his office playing the radio and doing paperwork with Amber by his side sitting in the blue beanbag beside from desk. Even though Tom was working, he pauses writing on a form hearing his 7 year old curls bounce as she sang one of the songs on the radio as she played with her Barbie dolls.

“And here we go, we know the start, we know the end!” She sang, brushing her doll’s hair with such passion, “Masters of the scene. We’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more..”

“You know what i mean.” Tom sang along softly, twirling his pen in between his finger grinning, “Voulez-Vous!”

One thing was sure was how much she loved singing ABBA’s popular songs when it came on the radio. She definitely got it from her aunts and uncles, he can’t blame her. When music like that starts playing it becomes contagious, where you just have to sing along.

Amber stood up from her beanbag chair and started to twirl around, dancing holding out a hand for Ice to take. He hesitated cause he was at work but he shrugged, removing himself from his seat taking his daughter’s hand and twirl her around. Her infectious laugh and cheeky grin matched her father’s gracefully.

The two of them, dancing until the song was over and radio played Dolly Parton’s 9 To 5. Tom returned back to his desk, twirling the pen back in his hand chuckling. Meanwhile Amber went to grab the grapes that were packed in her bag as she sat down and ate, looking out the window at the planes.

———

A few short hours later, Slider walked in greeting his niece and best friends, sitting down to talk with Ice over the planes they would flying next weekend. Amber was finally starting to get bored and begging her father to walk around the base with him. She wanted to spend time with him or her uncles to explore for a while, instead of being laying around in an office.

Slider noticed the look on his niece’s face and said, “Oh come Tom, it’s just a little walk to see the other side of base. I know your overprotective but cut the baby some slack.”

“Ron. I know that, she’s been here before she could walk but what if she gets lost, huh? Half of people don’t even know about her.” Tom explained, with a sigh.

“She’ll be fine! Won’t you, baby?”

“Slider!”

“Ice! We’ll have fun, right babygirl?”

Amber smiles, “Yeah! Daddy pleaseeee! I will be careful.”

With a sigh, he nodded and replied, “Alright. Okay, you can go and explore the base but be careful. I don’t want you getting lost or get both of you and your uncles in trouble.”

“No promises. They are a bunch of cowboys like you said.”

“Clever girl. And watch your tone.”

Slider chuckled taking his niece’s hand and teased his best friend on how they’re gonna cause some trouble. Probably even bring Goose and Mav along for the ride. Ice just rolled his eyes and chuckled at them.

Ron knew that his niece was very important to his pilot’s life and understood why he’s been overprotective of her since day one. He was a single father, yeah sure their friends were there too but Tom was the main caretaker of his daughter’s life. Of course he wanted her safe and sound wherever she is. It was also a private part of his life, that he wanted to maintain calm and not go off the rails.

But like everything, change happens and surprises come along the way. Weather he liked it or not.

He was talking to Hollywood when it did, keeping Amber close by the tarmac of the planes. Hollywood was kneeling down to the girls height, letting her play with his helmet in the meantime.

Both men were chatting about the way the newer pilots almost got jet washed during training session a couple of days ago and how they needed to tweak the planes safety alerts. Amber was holding Hollywood’s helmet and enjoying the colors when something caught her eye. More like someone.

On the tarmac, drew out a nice sliver dollar plane as if someone just gotten off the skies and landed on the ground. She caught wind of the small wave of damage the plane got on the edges but the man—no women, since she removed her helmet, who step out of cockpit, climbing out of the darn thing had some trouble finding grin on her.

She didn’t know if to be impressed or intimidated by her.

Dark locks like her uncle Mav, a dark olive green jumpsuit like all the other aviators and attention grabbing attitude towards the person she was talking to. Amber didn’t get a good look at her face though. So in her brain, she couldn’t if she was good news or not.

She was taken out of her gaze, following her uncle Slider and Hollywood inside still holding the helmet. Slider was called by Viper for something real quick, leaving her with Hollywood. Amber got a bit annoyed at that, she wanted to explore but she got stuck sitting on a bench instead.

It was half bad, due to her and Hollywood talking about the latest movie she saw.

Since her dad and uncles took her, Bradley, Austin, Jenny and Dane to see a rereleased of The Empire Strikes Back. The kids haven’t seen those movies yet, so it was their first time. But Hollywood couldn’t go cause he was too busy so he couldn’t, instead Wolfman went taking his place.

“And then Luke fought Darth Vader! Austin screamed saying he could do it better than him. And I said ‘no you can’t!’ but he didn’t believe me.” Amber exclaimed with a laugh, “Why did Leia kiss Luke then Han in the movie?”

Hollywood chuckled at her enthusiasm for the movie and repiled, “Well he did to prove a point to Han. But you kids will have to watch the next one to find out what happens. Did your Aunt Carole or Drey took you to see The Little Mermaid yet?”

“No! They said we gotta wait for they can buy it and we can watch it at home. But I wanna see it.”

“How about I see if I can get Drey to change her mind? How does that sound? She owes me a date anyway.”

Amber giggled at that and nodded, suddenly she had to use the restroom and Hollywood pointed to go down the hallway, next to the double doors. He watched her from where he was standing, smiling.

———

After she used the restroom, Amber noticed that Hollywood wasn’t there anymore but on the other end of the hallway talking with Wolfman. She rolled her eyes and grunted, rushing her with a glare to Hollywood.

“Hey! You said you’d wait for me.” Yelled Amber, tugging at his pant leg with a glare that similar to Iceman.

Expect that glare had a hint of fire within them, like there was smoke behind the ice cold blocks. Wolfman noticed it and would’ve chuckled if he wasn’t a bit confused about Amber being here. He was sure he saw her walking with Slider earlier.

“I’m sorry, kiddo! I got caught up with Wolf, he will telling me something important.” Hollywood apologize, for his mistake but he still saw the glares.

He noticed Amber walking away, her temper and annoyance getting the best of her. All she wanted was a small walk around the base with someone like her aunts or uncles but they were more or less distracted with work. She couldn’t even blame them for being caught up with work but she was smart enough to know she deserves some attention and respect.

Hollywood and Wolfman chased after the 7 year old, as her blonde locks bounced across the hallways of the base finding herself in the wonders of the building. She pushed her bangs past her eyes, popped up her collar of her jacket.

A few mutters and mumbles could be heard of people asking who’s child was that around the corner, as she stopped in front of the rows of pictures frames displaying days of older class photos. From 1960s to now. She blocked out the whole noise of officers, captains, commanders and even some lingering lieutenants who walked past her.

She saw a few pictures frames of planes her favorite was the Tomcat due to the display of grays and or blues, speaking volumes of the way it swords the skies and classic modeling that carried two passengers. She knows her uncle Mav had small miniature replicas near the speakers at his house, telling the kids to not play with them.

She wasn’t one to absolutely desire the trill of piloting one of those lovely things. But she wouldn’t mind being in the backseat of one, watching them go fast and the high from being in the clouds. Hell, her uncle Merlin and Maverick took her in one of those for a quick joy ride before her surprise birthday party last year. They were only off the ground for a few minutes, nothing special but it was fun.

Amber sighed, smiling softy at the pictures wishing she wasn’t alone but with her uncles. Like Merlin, Maverick, Slider or even her uncle Buzz. But then again, she did run away from them and they were busy.

She heard a loud, “Kazansky!” as she wiped her head around to see Jester and Stinger talking probably searching for her father.

As one of their fellow members, said that he was in his office and heading to a meeting.

She even heard Cain’s voice yelling “Maverick! Kazansky better get say something good about you and Merlin’s flying today or so god help me!”

She was rather shy but curious, when it came to things like this. Her uncle Mav always got into trouble for his interesting, in color words to say the least, flying skills. She winced hearing the yelling of her last name and others across the hall, as you can hear plenty muffled noises in between. Amber didn’t like it, so she glanced at the pictures once again, this time being of the 86’ class and ran finding herself outside of a briefing room.

She knew the room she stood outside of, being the same one her dad’s higher rank, Viper, taught the 86’ class in. Well it was very much similar, at least. She stood on her tippy toes at the window, looking inside to find it empty inside but the door easily locked.

It was across the small hallway her father would possibly be having his meeting in. Amber instead of boring herself, she found herself wondering outside the window playing with one of the tiny toy Blackbird plane, she had in her pocket that she took her father’s desk at home and placed it against the glass window pretending to fly it.

She giggled to herself softly using imagination and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Officer Kazansky speaking. I will be showing here the flight manners, I liked to call a barrel roll. And if you’re lucky, you can surprise the other pilots with this one by sneaking up on them.”

Little did she know, some female works were walking past her and listening giggling catching onto her last name. Some were confused even shocked, plenty around it adorable and others were jealous thinking that Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky was secretly taken if that was really his kid.

——

Just as Ice was about to enter his meeting with Jester, Cain and Stinger to explain his wingman actions up in the sky, Slider went rushing in as as Maverick was about to head inside.

“H-HEY! I-Ice, we got a little—” Slider began to explain what he heard from Hollywood and Wolfman, but was surely cut off.

“Where’s my kid?” Tom asked, looking over his shoulder and around for his daughter.

“I was just about to get to that. Long story short, I left her with Holly for a while and when I came back, he and Wolf said she was gone.”

“Gone or ran? Amber ain’t gonna run out unless something happened.”

Maverick cut in, “Wait! Amber’s here?! In the building?! Slider what’s wrong with you?”

“Hey! It wasn’t my fault Viper called me earlier into his office, so I left her with the guys! They said she ran from them as the two started to chase her down." Slider said, telling the shorter pilot.

“Find her! I don’t care about myself right now, I’ll take the heat like always but Jester would be more mad that you guys left a child unattended in the building.”

Tom shared a look with his wingman, something both him and Mav knew all too well, the panic, fear and annoyance at the thought of their children missing. Slider or some of their friends didn’t get it yet, since not all of them were parents but they had nieces and nephews. Slider was of course one step ahead of them, saying that he already sent some of the guys to go search the blonde.

Maverick gave Ice a soft smile, “Hey. They’ll find her, if not we’re leave the meeting early and get her ourselves.”

Tom’s eyes were turning ice cold with a glare that somewhat soften at his words nodding, then entered the meeting quietly. Iceman being too quiet wasn’t a good thing for anyone, it meant his mind was racing around with throughs to rush out and resume work for another day. But had to stay focused, he knew Slider and the others were on the case. Maverick was frustrated by it all, yelling for Merlin who walked past by to see if he saw Amber, who shock his head but went searching for her…

———

The girl in question was walking around the base, passing a few short notice offices and lounges to find not many familiar faces. She was getting shyer and slightly curious as the moments went on, regardless she knew she got herself in trouble by running away. Amber eventually stumbled upon an office that brought a soft smile to her face. She gently knocked on the door, fixing her jacket and holding her plane in one hand.

It open to reveal the man who this office belong to brown mustache, deep brown eyes and tipped baseball cap staring at her. Mike MetCalf, Viper, looked down at her blinking twice at her small figure. He heard a few of his 86’ class rushing across the building yelling and shouting softly a few words, as it clicked in his head. They was looking for her.

He kneeling down in front of her, noticing the same deep look as her father, covered with blushing tears as if she was trying not to shed any. He put a hand on her shoulder, “Amber, sweetheart. What happened?”

“I..I ran away..fr-from..from Hollywood and Wolfy..” She replied with a small voice, a soft glare trying to keep her tears from falling.

“That’s wasn’t the right move and you know it. I don’t know why you did it but you weren’t supposed to that..”

“I know…”

“Come on.”

He takes her hand, leading her inside his office as he lead her to the counter against the wall near the window. He told her to stay there, as he was in middle of a conversation with an pilot at the moment. She looked up at the pilot, Viper mentioned, as she titled her head remembering the dark hair women from eariler. This time, she saw her face.

She was looking right at her.

Her rather soft features combined with rich one such as the woman’s nose and eyebrows that curled in a way as if she was analyzing the situation. There was something about this women that made Amber not know if she would be scared or shy about her, as she looked away from the brunette.

Viper noticed the looks and said, “Amber Nic Kazansky, meet Hazel Quinn. One of our pilots here, she’s been here before months ago but transferred recently to hopeful longer stay.”

This time the women—Hazel, looked at Amber with a slight difference, analysis of her state with soften concern and worry for the young girl. Hazel looked at Amber, twisting in her chair and standing up to sit beside the little girl. She noticed her glares, her last name ringed bell. Iceman. Flies ice cold, no mistakes.

She never met the man or even seen pictures but heard about him. If though he never met him, she can see the results of his child from the blonde hair to the eyes. But there was a sweetness that Hazel read to her face, a loving and gentle pace to the girl. A doll that needed to be protected. She can only imagine what made this girl run away but she might have an idea coming from a family who lend their lives to the military herself.

Hazel smiled softly, “Hi.”

“Hey..” replied Amber, looking up at the women.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah I’m fine…how about you?”

“I’m alright but you don’t seem like your fine.”

“I’m fine..”

“…look, I guess you don’t want to tell me what happened cause we just met. But whatever it is, you should at least tell someone. They will try to understand.”

Amber stayed silent, her smoking glares still knees deep she wanted to say something like a witty comeback or a rude interception of her works but she didn’t.

Hazel contained her obvious observations and continued, “Okay I’ll humor you. I bet that you wanted to spend time together with your father or uncles but they got too busy, playing hand off with you instead? You wanted some kind of respect and attention today but didn’t get it or know to tell your guardian at the moment about it.”

That seemed to soften Amber up, as she looked over her shoulder and nodded, she left like she wasn’t exactly scared around this women but somehow understood and willing to listen. I guess what they say is true, sometimes a complete stranger can be the easiest person to talk to than anyone else closer to you? Huh? Hazel watched her, waited for her to say something as she noticed Amber tuned to face better and explain.

She told her, everything about how she wanted to spend time walking around the base and explore with her family members but she really secretly wanted was some more moments with her dad. But she understood he was busy today, since he originally wasn’t supposed to come into work at all for that matter. Amber couldn’t blame him and didn’t even bother to say anything but it sounded like she was annoyed with that fact herself. She knew Viper was listening, as she watched her in a way he looked at his own children and godson.

Hazel wanted to give this little lady a hug because she knew that feeling all too well herself, wanting to spend time with her parents but they were busy sometimes with military assistance. But she could tell from how Amber spoke of her father, she loved him very much and wasn’t even mad at his efforts, as if she knew she will get her attention soon enough.

————

And she was right. Because less than a half a second later, you could 8 rushing footsteps and yelling of 4 men, possibly even 5 at Viper’s doorstep.

“Amber!” Yelled the voice. As the girls turned around to see Tom Kazansky—no, Iceman, standing there with his hand on the doorknob with a mix of anger, worry and deep questions laced across his face. He continued, “Sweetheart what were—”

“I’mma stop you right there, flyboy.” Said the only female voice in the room, being Hazel, who stood up from the couch facing Iceman with a hand hovering his chest to pause him.

It was as if the room fell silent for a millisecond.

This brunette just stop Tom Kazansky in his tracks. The Iceman. Hollywood and Wolfman were just outside the door, as you only heard a small sniff or murmured noise coming from there. Wolfman blinked confused then recognize the voice, knowing who she was.

She was like a female Maverick but with a strong levelheaded voice, dark humor and a wildly competitive side to boot.

Princess Leia but in aviator form in simpler words.

Slider cough slightly, standing there awkwardly entering the room to check up on Amber’s current state that matched his own. They were both staring at Daredevil and Iceman, who just locked eye on another.

Tom’s ice cold glares that tend to be laced with deep fried anger watching all the angles in the room, locked eyes with the brunette. She was breathtaking. Stunning in every way possible due to the way she challenged him at the moment.

From her short brown hair with feather bangs that almost fell over eyesight that she didn’t even bother to fix. Rich blue eyes. Craved out cheekbones that enchanted her beauty. Along with the nude, almost red lip that she carried added to her frame.

It took a moment for Ice to contain his combating composure and focus on the task at hand. But dear god was this women gorgeous in his eyes!

Tom cleared his throat, scoffed with a slight chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, who might you be?”

She crossed her arms, with a light smile pointed across her face with a stance and replied, “Hazel ‘Daredevil’ Quinn. One of your new Lieutenant Commanders, sir. I’m assuming that she’s your daughter?”

“Yeah, ma’am, she is. I apologize if she intercepted your and Viper’s conversation earlier. She almost gave me a scare..”

She scoffed, “Some father. Shouldn’t you have been looking after her? Look, she told me what happened and how she felt. I don’t blame you for anything but maybe take a few minutes to listen to her next time.”

He raised a eyebrow, “Look, I would’ve been keeping an eye on her but I unfortunately got caught up with work, so I entrusted her with my friends and she got away from them. I messed up and so did they, i take full accountability for what happened today. None of this was supposed to happen but I’m more worried about her right now.”

Hazel took one a look over her shoulder at Amber, as Tom followed her gaze with a sigh already telling by his daughter eyes that she was a bit down in the dumps. He kneeled down in front of her, put a gentle hand on her cheek meeting her baby blues and asking her tell him what happened in a calmer tone this time. Hazel sat beside her, listening to what she told her.

Tom sighed lowering his head as he listened to his daughter’s words and shook his head, not catching on the small signs that she wasn’t enjoying her day, he apologized greatly for it. His first job was father, pilot second. He knew that, it’s why he tried to keep his private life separate from this base but here he was in Viper’s office listening to his baby girl thoughts.

Sometimes he forgets what’s it like to be a child and feel unheard or not wanting to bother adults with your own business.

Amber pushed back her bangs and lowered her eyes, before looking up at her father and said, “…I’m sorry, daddy..i know I shouldn’t have ran away but i wanted to see the base with you..but everyone was busy or talking with other people…it felt like Hollywood forgot about me..”

“Honey, why didn’t you come back to my office or at least, find your uncle Mav to tell us how you were feeling?” Tom asked, with a soft tone that sounded almost like a whisper, nothing like the pilot people are used to hearing.

“You were handling a lot of paperwork and i heard Jester call your name..and I didn’t like it..and uh, you were about to go into a meeting. I didn’t want to interrupt you..”

“And you through because i was about to head to a meeting to bail out your uncle Mav, I wasn’t gonna have time to talk with you? Baby, as busy or annoyed as i can get, i will always make time for you. I’m sorry you thought running around base was the best option…oh..all you wanted was a little bit of attention, didn’t you?”

She just nodded at that. She must’ve sounded selfish or brash, wanting some attention than it seemed like she already had. Hell, due to her lack of communication she had 5 men searching for her.

“Amber, honey, you’re still so young and you won’t get it now but when you’re older you will. I didn’t want to stuck in my office all day, it wasn’t even my intention to make you feel that way either. If it was up to me, i would’ve been taking you flying or have you see a new selection of planes we have gotten this month but my schedule said otherwise. When you’re old enough you will understand what i mean. I should’ve went with you and gave you my full attention instead of having you hang out with your uncle Slider.”

Slider intercepted with a light mocking gasp, “Hey! I was a nice babysitter.”

“You lost her, you idiot.” Tom commented.

“Blame Hollywood and Wolfe for that last part.”

“Yeah, sure, buddy. We will.”

Wolfman and Hollywood scoffed hearing that part but nodded, since they did take a part in losing the young blonde. The duo walked in apologizing for their mistakes, as Wolf even ruffled Amber’s hair in efforts to make her crack a smile. And to his efforts, it worked.

Hazel leaned backwards in her sat and whisper softly to the young blonde, “Well now you got all the guys fondling over you, sweetie. Feel a little better?”

Amber nodded and wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck as he picked her up, embracing his little angels warmth not wanting to let her go. He humming softly asking, “Angel eyes?”

“Hm?” Amber responded, rubbing her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Can you forgive me?”

“Well, daddy, can you forgive me?”

He chuckled nodding, “Yeah I can. I’m still a bit mad that you ran instead of coming to me first but yeah, of course I forgive you.”

She smiled at that, “I forgive you daddy..how much longer do you have to go your meeting?”

“I cut my meeting with Cain short because I had to go searching for you. But I have another one in two hours, after that I’m all yours.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Stinger understood but Jester was a little annoyed, but I think I got off the hook. And I think you need to apologize for giving Maverick and the rest of the boys a scare too, baby.”

She nodded hearing the last part, knowing she needed to do that at some point. Tom put her down on the floor, thanking Viper for keeping her in his office for the time being as the older man told him he didn’t mind it one bit. Slider was already walking walking the boys out of the office, leaving the father daughter duo and a certain someone left. Hazel was running her fingers crossed her hair, with a soft smile leading against the couch hearing them talk softly to another one prideful she was able to help.

However just as she about to continue her conversation with Mike, the two blondes turned to her. Amber thanked her firsthand, hoping to see her around more often if she gets a chance to visit the base once again and went to stand in the doorway waiting for her father.

As she stood in the doorframe of Viper’s office, she noticed something on both adults faces. Mainly because the fog cleared now for her. She would’ve giggled and cleared her throat but she was more than curious to see where this goes. Mike was standing beside her, giving the girl a small wink as he looked over his shoulder to see Maverick coming their way.

Tom cleared his throat and grinned, “Uh, thank you back there.”

“For what?” Hazel asked, with a sly smile.

“Knocking some sense into me. I wasn’t thinking straight at all, usually I’m more grounded than this.”

“So I heard. I heard of your reputation, but I never expected the whole father thing.”

“Yeah well, it’s something I don’t expect everyone to know. I have my reasons to keep my private life separated from my aviation one.”

“I get it.”

“Yeah?”

“I do. With a darling girl like that, I can see why you want to keep her safe. She’s a good girl, you got lucky.”

“I think so too. And she seems to have taken a liking to you.”

“I guess so. Uh, I’ll see you around, Iceman?”

“Most certainly, Daredevil.”

Amber rolled her eyes at her father not being as smooth as he would be and chuckled, “Ask for her number, daddy.”

All adults laughed at her comments and rolled their eyes, seeing how forwarded she was being today. To be fair, after the world-wind of a day Tom had his head wasn’t screwed on straight, so missed a stepped at being a flirt with his fellow pilots.

He gave his daughter a pointed look and chuckled, “I was just getting to that, sweetheart.” He continued looking at the brunette with his signature smile and added, “Can I have your number, beautiful?”

Hazel chuckled doubling over with a hand on her chest, still taking in the young girl’s forwardness as if it was the most obvious answer. It took her a moment before she replied with a darling smile, biting her bottom lip, “Yes. Yes you may.”

Without a second later, Hazel ripped a piece a index card from Viper’s desk and wrote down her number, handing it to Tom who grinned thanking her. The two talked for another half minute about whatever nonsense that came to mind, with a mention of a date next Friday if they’re both available and then some. Viper chuckled clearing his throat, as much as he loved seeing two pilots creating a connection, he knew time is money and he had meetings to get to today.

Both the blonde and brunette nodding grinning as Ice took his daughter’s hand and once again thanked Viper, allowing him to return to his previous meetings Daredevil earlier. Hazel waved at the two blondes and took a seat once again where she sat originally.

———

As one could imagine, the rest of the day went as follows, Ice went to his final meeting of the day with Amber this time right beside him. She didn’t mind it all, rather enjoyed being in the room with all the high ranking people and the view of the office in general. Maverick intercepted the meeting to check up on his niece and wingman, glad to see two of favorite people in the building alright and well. Stinger glared at the short pilot twice and pointed for him to exit the door as soon as possible.

Once it over, the father daughter packed it up leaving the offices and headed to the tarmac to watch the planes in the air. Since he always carried an extra pair of sunglasses, he slipped the another one in her hand as she gladly put them on.

Tom scooped up Amber, pointing out the fliers pulling the moves then landing from the safe zone. There were moments of comfortable silence between the two of them and others of them suggesting what else they should do that day.

“How about McDonald’s?” Amber asked, as her father placed her once again on the ground.

He thought for a moment, considering the opinions of today’s action and shook his head, “Sorry, angel eyes. Not today, maybe some other time.”

“It’s okay. I understand..I’m sorry again daddy for running off.”

“I know you are sweetie and I just hope next time you know not to do something like that again.”

“Yes daddy. So no McDonald’s?”

“Nope. We have food at home, but we can past McDonald’s on the drive.”

Tom smirked watching her face, as her mouth opened for a moment then shut pouting. Seeing that it would furrow her brown and having her nose snitch up at that rather rude idea. He knew it was a little mean act, but it was something his grandfather did to him as a small punishment and to see if the fast food restaurant was really worth it.

After a moment, her face returned back to normal as she let out a dramatic sigh and nodded knowing it was somewhat fair trick to play on her. She even let out a smile, following her father out away from the tarmac and into the parking lot.

The drive home was pretty okay, since the music that played on the radio allowed for a gentle sound to release whatever negative thoughts and feelings from across the day, as they went out the window. And yes, they did past by McDonald’s on their way home.

Once they got home, both ate something and showered early, that’s when Tom had the actual talk he said he was going to do earlier that day. Not to get into any heavy detail, it a long 20 minutes of Tom’s eyes almost shifting to his Iceman persona every few minutes at how his emotions sorta bottled up in him while scolding Amber.

He didn’t scream or yell, keeping his voice neutral the whole time.

Telling how that what she did was very reckless, irresponsible, that it a worrisome situation on his part and she literally made a down right stupid decision. Saying something worse could’ve happened if she wasn’t careful. He gave his two sense on the matter and explained to her all the possibilities of what might’ve went wrong today. Things she could’ve done instead and so forth.

Amber tear up hearing her father and just nodded listening to him. He said that he understood why she did it, she felt annoyed and unheard. Plus, she’s a kid, so she doesn’t know any better than to just run away from the issue and stay in her thoughts. However he does say that he felt good that she realized what she did wrong and went back to find an adult.

Yes, he rather it was him but he really liked the fact that she at least went to Viper’s office. Because it was a trusted friend and honorary member of the family.

Due to Tom sitting on the couch with her as he talked, he rubbed her shoulder and handed her a tissue to wipe away those tears that rolled down her cheeks. Apologizing as well for his decisions and own actions today, knowing he messed up on his part since he should’ve stayed with her the whole entire time, instead of leaving her with Slider and the older pilots.

That he should’ve read the signs and taken time to give her his full attention or something. Amber didn’t blame him, as she given her moments to speak her mind as well onto her own feelings. She promised to not try to run away again and go to him if she feels some certain way. She asked if it possible to go flying like old times and he replied that one day they can. Telling her how he will definitely try his best to make time for her, listen to her own thoughts better and keep himself as in the loop as possible.

He gave her a squeeze and a kiss on her cheek, as the two stayed there just talking about punishments, the rules for the rest of the week and exceptions to be set soon. She leaned into his touch and nodded hearing him talking, to be honest even though he was telling her no tv for a week and among other things, his voice was rather relaxing. Hushing her worries about a few things as she softly smile.

Overall the afternoon went well, a few shed tears and a couple of moments just to hear the other person out was exactly what was needed.

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That’s what I got for the first fic of the year (this was supposed to come out last year but shhh 🤫). I hope y’all like it.

Tell me what did you think about it in the comments below. Remember to like, share and reblog!

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callsign-daydream · 6 months

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*At the Hard Deck*

Coyote: All right, you’re clearly not listening to me. I can say whatever I want. Hangman, watching Daydream flirt with someone: Tell me about it. Coyote: I murdered Bob this weekend. Hangman: I feel you. Coyote: Now that I have the taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering. Hangman: Been there.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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What Happens In Texas Stays In Texas: intrusive obsession (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: During their first vacation after Maisie is born, Ronnie forgets the breast pump. Good thing her husband has an oral fixation and a raging curiosity.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 1410

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI (breastfeeding stuff, lactation kink, jake seresin's oral fixation, vaginal fingering, dry humping, creaming pants, this is just straight filth)

regular au masterlist

A/N: likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

Jake came out of the shower to see Ronnie sitting at the edge of the bed, top half completely bare and t-shirt tossed into the corner by their suitcase. She gripped the comforter tight, shoulders heaving as she stared at the wall.

“You okay, darlin’?” he asked as he ran the towel over his hair again.

“No,” she whimpered, voice shaken with tears.

Jake quickly yanked on a pair of briefs before rounding the bed to see what was wrong. There were tears streaming down her face, brow pinched in pain as she continuously glanced down at her chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked quietly as he got down on his knees before her.

Ronnie sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before she spoke, “Maisie didn’t finish her boob before she fell asleep.”

His face softened in understanding, his hands racking up and down her thighs in a soothing motion. And now that he was really looking at her, he could see it too. Her breasts were swollen, painfully so — full of milk undrunk, hard and aching. Ronnie whined again as more tears slipped down her cheeks. Their daughter was a good sleeper, wouldn’t need another feed until morning. So she was left full and ready to feed with nowhere to put it.

“Alright, where’d you put the pump?”

“I-I forgot to pack it.”

“Ronnie,” he sighed, head dropping down to her lap.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she cried, leaning back on the heels of her hands. “I am regretting it so much right now — this fucking hurts.”

Jake had been trying to ignore the intrusive thought since the first time he watched Ronnie breastfeed Maisie. When it first popped into his head he found it depraved, maybe even a little sick. She was producing milk to feed their daughter, for crying out loud. It was a miracle, a beautiful thing of nature that astounded him and put him in awe of his wife and all that she was capable of. But once the thoughts started it was hard to make them stop. He thought about it constantly. What it must taste like. How it must feel. His cock twitched to life even as he sat on his knees before his miserable, crying wife. He told himself he was just trying to help her.

“I mean…” He started, coughed to try and hide the arousal in his tone, then tried again. “I mean, I could…?”

She caught his meaning immediately and threw her head back with a groan. “God, please Jake, anything to make this stop.”

“Okay,” he chuckled lightly, even as he readjusted his briefs around his already half-hard member.

Ronnie pulled herself back up to sit up straight as Jake’s hands found purchase on her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed so he could fit himself between her spread thighs. Skirt bunched up around her hips to provide better access. A whimper bubbled in her throat the closer his face got to her breasts, large nipples red and irritated already beginning to leak. On instinct, he licked the drop away before it could make a mess. The noise she made forced his hips to stutter against the mattress and boxspring.

“Jake, please,” she whispered breathlessly, hands combing into his hair to urge him closer to her swollen tit.

He couldn’t hesitate anymore. Not when she was offering so freely, not when she was in so much pain, not when he had been dreaming about this for months. Not when it felt like his lips practically itched to be around her. He didn’t even care if he seemed eager — he latched onto her and sucked deeply. Ronnie’s back arched, her fingers death gripping his hair. Milk burst onto his tongue and he groaned around her nipple. The taste was sweet and everything he ever wanted.

Then she pushed at his face and he stopped immediately. Both of their chests heaved. Jake wiped at the corner of his mouth. Watching disdainfully as her milk continued to dribble down the slope of her breast. For a moment, he feared it was all too much. That he had taken it too far.

“Gentle, please,” Ronnie whispered, hands curving back into his hair. “M’really sensitive. Your daughter is intense when it comes to her boobs.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “I’ll be gentle. Unlike some people.”

He threw a look over his shoulder at the other room where Maisie was sound asleep. Ronnie laughed despite the pain that she was still experiencing.

Putting his mouth on her again, he sucked gently as he squeezed the base of her breast — remembering from when he would sit next to her as she pumped. Ronnie sighed in sweet relief, her head falling back at the lessened pressure. But as she experienced relief, Jake was experiencing more and more pressure. His cock was rock hard, jumping at the taste of her milk and the sweet little sighs she released. God, he just couldn’t help it. He needed his own relief, it was becoming unbearable, impossible to ignore — no matter how much he wanted to just focus on helping his wife. But once he started rutting against the side of the mattress he really couldn’t stop.

“Oh,” Ronnie gasped.

She could feel it — of course she could. He was practically humping her leg. Slow, calculated thrusts in time with the way he sucked at her tit. She looked down at him, really looked down at him for the first time, and the way he looked back up at her made something like a fire lick down her spine straight to her core. His pupils were blown wide, consuming any hint of green. His cheeks were flushed a light shade of red that any other time she would have found adorable. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he sucked and her back arched, pushing her chest further into him as she made another one of those pretty little sounds he knew so well.

He pulled his lips off of her with a gasp, chest heaving. “Shit, fuck, please tell me you’re as into this as I am?”

“God, surprisingly,” she said.

Jake was quick to run his hand up the length of her thigh, her gasp small and yearning as he easily reached the apex. Her panties were soaked through. He moaned, hips adjusting uncaringly to rut against the slightly more forgiving flesh of her calf, as he moved the ruined fabric aside and easily slipped two fingers inside.

“Jesus, you’re wet.”

“S-Surprisingly,” she repeated, stuttering the word out around the delicious curl of his fingers.

“That feel good, darlin’?” he asked, pressing his thumb into her clit.

“Fuck,” she hissed, hips grinding against his hand as her fingers fisted the comforter beneath her. “Jake, the other one — please.”

He looked to her other, ignored, leaking breast. Still so swollen and hard. Watched as the milk rolled down her body to get soaked up by the fabric of her skirt. He licked his lips before latching on, forgetting to be careful as he sucked deeply. Ronnie cried out at the sensation, instantly slapping a hand over her mouth to keep any other noises at bay. She was not about to let this get interrupted by a crying, rudely awoken baby. Jake, ever the expert at multitasking, kept up the pace of his fingers in her core — keeping it in time with the swirl of his tongue and draw of his lips on her tit.

He swirled his thumb on her clit and she whimpered soft and broken, her fingers clawing onto the back of his head to keep him right where she wanted him. “Don’t stop, please, don’t. Feels so good.”

Jake groaned around her nipple, pumping his fingers faster in time with the piston of his hips against her leg. Then, suddenly, she crashed into it. Her cunt clamping down on his fingers hard, sucking him back in. With her head thrown back and a breathless moan spilling endlessly from her lips. Jake detatched from her breast as his hips stuttered to a stop, breathless and flushed and more than anything surprised by what just happened.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, pressing his face into her belly. “I just creamed my pants like a fucking teenager.”

“I don’t think a teenager would ever do what we just did, babe,” Ronnie laughed back, smoothing down the wild strands of his hair that she herself had messed.

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insomniacchamomile · 1 month

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Et tu, Brute?

(Top gun oc!)

Introduction to my top gun oc, uh, this is probably very cringe, but cringe is freedom, so who cares if a random teen makes a stupid character!

Her name is Natalia "Brutus" Marcuzzi,called to top gun along side her RIO Christina "Cassius" Bucci, they're both italian, let's day their mission didn't go that nicely. Cassius died decapitated by a piece of plane, Brutus later became an admiral but lived all her life with survivor's guilt! (They were in love yes)

Also, au where Mav gets called back to top gun for a mission and she's their instructor :3

(P.S. lots of things are confusing and inaccurate, mostly time wise, but atp I'm just having fun with it :D)

(Even more P. S., i see Mav as one hell of a mama's boy, he went from being incredibly disrespectful to her to mistakenly calling her mom, she secretly was proud)

This is her 20 years after the incident! Cold, shut off lots of her emotions as a coping mechanism.

She's tall and muscular BECAUSE MUSCULAR AND TALL WOMEN>>>

(Although my art sucks at showing it)

Her and Cassius and unfinished chisroscuro of her!

(That on her neck and cheek is a burn scar yes)

This said, thank you for reading if you have! <3

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yourlocalqreator · 2 years

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Y'all I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT SOMTHING

if Iceman, Goose, Young Maverick, and Slider

Met

2022 Cast Of Top Gun Maverick

Bruh now that I think about it lemme make a story about it

#top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell x reader #top gun oc #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #Young Maverick

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gcthvile · 7 months

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Top Gun OCs pt. 3

Lt. Dane "Bone Saw" Bradshaw

Dane Bradshaw grew up in the shadow of his older brother Bradley, who was a natural when it came to flying. Their father, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, was a legendary pilot and a close friend of Maverick from the original Top Gun class. Unfortunately, Dane never got the chance to meet his father, as Goose tragically lost his life in a flight accident before Dane was even born.

Growing up, Dane always admired his brother's talent and passion for flying. He would listen intently as Bradley recounted stories about their father's heroics in the cockpit, and dreamt of one day following in their footsteps. Despite being separated by a significant age gap, Bradley always made an effort to include Dane in his life, sharing his love for aviation and teaching him everything he knew.

As Dane got older, he discovered that he had his own unique talents. While he didn't possess the same natural flying abilities as Bradley, he developed exceptional technical skills and a deep understanding of aircraft mechanics. Dane's passion for aviation grew stronger with each passing day, and he became determined to contribute to the world of aviation in his own way.

After finishing high school, Dane enrolled in a prestigious aviation engineering program, where he honed his skills and deepened his knowledge of aircraft systems. He excelled in his studies, earning top marks and gaining recognition for his innovative ideas and problem-solving abilities. Dane's dedication and expertise caught the attention of the Navy, and they offered him an opportunity to join the Top Gun program as an aviation engineer.

Although Dane initially had reservations about pursuing a career behind the scenes rather than in the cockpit, he realized that his skills could make a significant impact on the safety and performance of the aircraft. He accepted the offer, knowing that he would be able to contribute to the legacy his father and brother had left behind.

As Dane stepped onto the hallowed grounds of Top Gun, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew that he had big shoes to fill, but he was determined to honor his family's legacy and prove himself worthy. With his technical expertise and unwavering dedication, Dane became an integral part of the Top Gun team, ensuring that every aircraft was in optimal condition for the pilots.

Dane's journey at Top Gun was not without challenges, as he constantly battled with feelings of inadequacy compared to his brother's flying skills. However, he learned to embrace his own unique talents and realized that every role within the aviation industry was important for the success of a mission.

Throughout his time at Top Gun, Dane formed deep friendships with his fellow pilots and engineers. He became known for his unwavering support, always ready to lend a helping hand or provide technical guidance. Dane's determination, resilience, and commitment to excellence made him a valuable asset to the Top Gun program, and he played a crucial role in ensuring the safety and success of every mission.

Dane Bradshaw is a driven and determined individual who possesses a strong work ethic and a deep passion for aviation. He is known for his meticulous attention to detail and his unwavering commitment to excellence in his work. Dane's technical expertise and problem-solving skills make him an invaluable asset to the Top Gun program, as he ensures that every aircraft is in optimal condition.

Despite not having the same natural flying abilities as his brother Bradley, Dane has never let that discourage him. He is resilient and tenacious, always eager to learn and improve. Dane understands the importance of his role as an aviation engineer and takes pride in the fact that he can contribute to the safety and performance of the aircraft.

Dane's relationship with his brother Bradley is a unique blend of admiration, support, and sibling rivalry. Growing up, Dane idolized Bradley and looked up to him as a role model. He would listen intently to Bradley's stories about their father, Goose, and dreamt of one day following in their footsteps. Bradley, in turn, recognized Dane's passion for aviation and did his best to include him in his world, fostering a strong bond between the two.

While their age gap initially created a bit of a barrier, as Dane was too young to fully engage in the same activities as Bradley, they found common ground through their shared love for aviation. Bradley served as a mentor to Dane, teaching him everything he knew about flying and instilling in him a sense of discipline and dedication.

However, as Dane grew older, he also developed a sense of healthy competition with his brother. He often felt overshadowed by Bradley's natural talent and the legacy of their father, but instead of letting it discourage him, Dane used it as fuel to push himself further. He strived to prove his own worth and carve out his own path within the aviation world.

Despite the occasional rivalry, Dane and Bradley share a deep bond of brotherly love and support. They have each other's backs, cheering each other on in their respective roles. Bradley recognizes Dane's unique talents and often seeks out his input and expertise when it comes to aircraft mechanics and engineering.

Their relationship is characterized by mutual respect and admiration. Dane looks up to Bradley as a source of inspiration, and Bradley sees Dane as a constant reminder of their father's legacy. They push each other to be the best versions of themselves and find solace in the fact that they are continuing the Bradshaw family's aviation heritage together.

Dane's call sign, "Bone Saw," is a nickname given to him during his time at Top Gun. The origin of the call sign stems from a combination of his expertise in aircraft mechanics and his determined, relentless nature.

The name "Bone Saw" reflects Dane's technical prowess and his ability to dissect and analyze complex aircraft systems with precision, similar to how a surgeon uses a bone saw in a surgical procedure. Just as a bone saw is a tool used to carefully and skillfully navigate through intricate structures, Dane has a knack for unraveling the inner workings of aircraft, identifying issues, and providing effective solutions.

Moreover, the call sign also symbolizes Dane's relentless work ethic and his unwavering commitment to excellence. Like a bone saw that cuts through obstacles and challenges, Dane approaches his work with a tenacious and determined mindset. He will go to great lengths to ensure that every aircraft under his care is in optimal condition, leaving no stone unturned in his pursuit of perfection.

The call sign "Bone Saw" not only represents Dane's technical expertise but also serves as a reminder of his resilience and dedication. It showcases his ability to navigate through complex situations and his unwavering determination to overcome any obstacle that comes his way.

Overall, "Bone Saw" is a fitting, some would say call sign for Dane, for his technical expertise, relentless work ethic, and his ability to dissect and solve intricate problems within the aviation world.

And lastly, let's talk about Dane's strengths and weaknesses.

Strengths:

1. Technical Expertise: Dane possesses exceptional technical skills and a deep understanding of aircraft mechanics. His expertise allows him to analyze complex systems, identify issues, and provide effective solutions. He is meticulous and detail-oriented in his work, ensuring that every aircraft is in optimal condition.

2. Problem-Solving Abilities: Dane has a natural aptitude for problem-solving. He approaches challenges with a methodical mindset, breaking them down into manageable components and finding innovative solutions. His ability to think critically and analytically is instrumental in resolving issues and ensuring the safety and performance of the aircraft.

3. Work Ethic and Dedication: Dane is known for his strong work ethic and unwavering dedication. He is committed to excellence in his work and goes above and beyond to ensure that every task is completed to the best of his abilities. Dane's determination and perseverance enable him to overcome obstacles and deliver high-quality results.

4. Team Player: Dane understands the importance of collaboration and teamwork. He works well with others, fostering positive relationships and effective communication within the team. Dane is always ready to support his fellow pilots and engineers, offering assistance and guidance whenever needed.

Weaknesses:

1. Self-Doubt: Due to being compared to his brother Bradley and their father's legacy, Dane sometimes struggles with feelings of self-doubt. He may question his own abilities and feel overshadowed by others' natural talents. However, Dane has learned to embrace his unique skills and remind himself of the value he brings to the team.

2. Impatience: Dane's drive for perfection can sometimes lead to impatience. He may become frustrated if things don't progress as quickly as he would like or if he encounters obstacles along the way. Dane is learning to manage his impatience and strike a balance between striving for excellence and understanding the necessary time and effort required for success.

3. Lack of Flying Skills: While Dane has a deep passion for aviation, he doesn't possess the same natural flying abilities as his brother Bradley. This can occasionally create a sense of inadequacy or a feeling of being left out. However, Dane has come to embrace his role as an aviation engineer and recognizes the importance of his contributions to the team.

4. Perfectionism: Dane's pursuit of perfection can sometimes lead to an excessive focus on details, potentially causing him to overlook the bigger picture. He is learning to balance his meticulousness with the ability to prioritize and make efficient decisions.

Though, despite these weaknesses, Dane's strengths far outweigh them. His technical expertise, problem-solving abilities, work ethic, and dedication make him an invaluable asset to the team. Dane continuously learns and grows, using his weaknesses as opportunities for improvement and personal development.

Lt. Austin "Chaos" Mitchell

Austin Mitchell was born into a world of aviation. As the son of the legendary fighter pilot, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Austin was exposed to the thrill and passion of flying from a young age. Growing up, he would spend countless hours at airshows and military bases, watching his father in action and dreaming of one day following in his footsteps.

From the moment he could walk, Austin was fascinated by airplanes. His room was adorned with model planes and posters of fighter jets, and he would spend hours studying flight manuals and watching aviation documentaries. He absorbed everything he could about the world of aviation, fueled by his father's stories and experiences.

As Austin grew older, he became determined to prove himself as a pilot. He excelled academically, earning a scholarship to the prestigious United States Naval Academy. While there, he immersed himself in the study of aeronautical engineering and honed his physical and mental capabilities, preparing himself for the challenges that lay ahead.

During his time at the academy, Austin's competitive spirit and natural talent quickly became evident. He consistently stood out among his peers, impressing his superiors with his exceptional flying skills and unwavering dedication. It was clear that he had inherited his father's innate ability and love for flying.

Upon graduation, Austin was accepted into the Navy's elite fighter pilot program. He underwent rigorous training, pushing himself to the limits both physically and mentally. He proved himself time and again, mastering complex maneuvers and demonstrating a natural instinct for aerial combat.

As Austin's training progressed, he found himself constantly striving to live up to the legacy of his father, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. While he admired his father's achievements, he was determined to forge his own path and create a name for himself in the aviation world.

Despite his academic intelligence and exceptional flying skills, Austin Mitchell possesses a charmingly clumsy and awkward side to his personality. While he may be a bit of a "dummy" when it comes to real-life situations, he more than makes up for it with his determination and infectious enthusiasm.

Austin has a tendency to find himself in comical mishaps and awkward moments. Whether it's tripping over his own feet, accidentally spilling coffee on himself, or fumbling with simple tasks, he has a knack for finding himself in humorous situations. However, he never lets these moments define him or bring him down. Instead, he embraces them with a light-hearted laugh and a self-deprecating sense of humor.

Despite his occasional clumsiness, Austin's genuine warmth and enthusiasm endear him to those around him. He has a knack for making people feel at ease, often using humor to diffuse tense situations or lift the spirits of his fellow pilots. His infectious laughter and positive attitude have a way of brightening even the most challenging moments.

In social situations, Austin can sometimes come across as a bit awkward. He may stumble over his words or find it difficult to strike up conversations, especially with people he admires or finds intimidating. However, his genuine nature shines through, and people quickly realize that beneath the awkwardness lies a kind-hearted and well-intentioned individual.

Austin's ability to laugh at himself and not take life too seriously makes him a relatable and approachable person. He doesn't let his occasional clumsiness define him or hold him back. Instead, he uses it as a reminder to embrace life's imperfections and find joy in the journey.

Though, overall, Austin Mitchell is a smart, talented, and determined individual with a charmingly clumsy and awkward side. His enthusiasm for flying and his unwavering dedication to proving himself create a unique combination that endears him to those around him.

Austin's relationship with his older sister, Jenny Penelope Mitcell AKA JenPen, is one characterized by a deep bond and mutual support. Despite their different paths in life, they share a strong connection that goes beyond their sibling status.

Jenny, being the older sister, has always been a source of guidance and inspiration for Austin. She has been there to provide wisdom, encouragement, and a listening ear whenever he needed it. From a young age, Austin has looked up to his sister, admiring her strength, intelligence, and determination.

Jenny, in turn, has always been a protective and nurturing figure in Austin's life. She has taken on a role of both sister and mentor, offering guidance and advice as he navigates his own path as a pilot. She understands the challenges and pressures that come with their family legacy, and she has been a pillar of support for Austin, helping him navigate through both the triumphs and the setbacks.

Their relationship is marked by a playful camaraderie as well. They have shared countless inside jokes, playful banter, and lighthearted teasing. Austin often finds solace in his sister's presence, knowing that she will always be there to lift his spirits and bring a sense of levity to any situation.

While they may have their differences, Austin and Jenny share a common love for aviation, inherited from their father. They bond over their shared passion, often swapping stories and experiences from their respective journeys. Whether it's discussing flight maneuvers or sharing the thrill of their latest accomplishments, their love for flying connects them on a deeper level.

Austin and Jenny have a close and supportive relationship. They are each other's confidants, cheerleaders, and partners in crime. Through the ups and downs of their individual paths, they can always count on each other for unwavering support, understanding, and a shared sense of family pride.

Austin's call sign, "Chaos," is a reflection of his charmingly clumsy and unpredictable nature. While some call signs are chosen to reflect a pilot's skills or demeanor, Austin's call sign was given to him by his fellow pilots as a light-hearted acknowledgement of his tendency to bring a bit of chaos into their lives.

Despite his exceptional flying skills and determination, Austin's clumsiness and occasional mishaps have become somewhat of a running joke among his peers. Whether it's accidentally triggering an alarm during a training exercise or causing a minor disruption during briefings, Austin has a knack for unintentionally creating moments of chaos.

However, his call sign is not meant to be derogatory or demeaning. Rather, it is a playful and affectionate way for his fellow pilots to embrace his unique personality. They recognize that while Austin may bring a bit of chaos into their lives, he also brings joy, laughter, and a refreshing sense of authenticity.

Austin has embraced his call sign with good humor and a sense of self-awareness. He understands that it is a reflection of his endearing quirks and the genuine connections he has forged with his fellow pilots. Rather than being embarrassed or discouraged by it, he wears his call sign proudly, embracing the chaos and adding his own touch of humor to any situation.

In the end, "Chaos" serves as a reminder that life doesn't always go according to plan, and it's okay to embrace the unexpected. Austin Mitchell's call sign reflects his ability to find humor and joy in the midst of chaos, and his fellow pilots appreciate him for it.

And lastly, Austin's strengths and weaknesses.

Strengths:

1. Exceptional Flying Skills: Austin possesses a natural talent for flying, inherited from his father, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. He has a keen understanding of aviation principles and demonstrates exceptional skill in the cockpit. His ability to adapt quickly to different situations and make split-second decisions gives him an edge in aerial combat.

2. Determination and Perseverance: Austin is driven by a deep sense of determination and perseverance. He possesses an unwavering commitment to his goals and is willing to put in the hard work necessary to achieve them. He is not easily discouraged by setbacks or challenges, instead using them as fuel to push himself further.

3. Positive Attitude and Charisma: Austin's infectious enthusiasm and positive attitude have a way of uplifting those around him. He has a natural charisma that draws people in and makes them feel at ease. His sense of humor and ability to find joy in even the most difficult situations make him a valuable asset to any team.

Weaknesses:

1. Clumsiness and Awkwardness: Austin has a tendency to be clumsy and awkward in real-life situations. While this doesn't affect his flying abilities, it can sometimes lead to comical mishaps or moments of embarrassment. However, he doesn't let these moments define him and often uses them as opportunities to laugh at himself and bring levity to the situation.

2. Impulsiveness: At times, Austin can be impulsive and act before fully considering the consequences. While this trait can be advantageous in certain situations, it can also lead to hasty decision-making or taking unnecessary risks. He is aware of this tendency and actively works on finding a balance between spontaneity and thoughtful decision-making.

3. Difficulty with Social Interactions: Austin can sometimes struggle with social interactions, especially when he finds himself in the presence of people he admires or finds intimidating. He may stumble over his words or find it challenging to initiate conversations. However, his genuine nature and warm personality often help him overcome these obstacles and build meaningful connections with others.

Overall, Austin Mitchell's strengths lie in his exceptional flying skills, determination, and positive attitude. While he may have weaknesses in clumsiness, impulsiveness, and social interactions, he recognizes them and works to improve upon them, constantly striving to become a better pilot and person.

Captain Hazel "Daredevil" Quinn

Hazel Quinn was born into a family with a deep military heritage. Her father was a retired Navy pilot, and her mother served as an intelligence officer. Growing up, Hazel was surrounded by stories of bravery, adventure, and a strong sense of duty. Inspired by her family's legacy, she developed a fascination with aviation from a young age.

With her natural talent for flying, Hazel excelled in her high school's aviation program. She was determined to follow in her father's footsteps and become a Navy pilot. After graduating with top honors, she earned a scholarship to the United States Naval Academy.

During her time at the academy, Hazel faced numerous challenges and obstacles. Being one of the few women pursuing a career in aviation, she encountered skepticism and prejudice. However, her unwavering determination and exceptional skills quickly gained her respect among her peers and instructors.

Upon graduation, Hazel was selected to attend the prestigious Top Gun program. Her selection came as no surprise to those who knew her, as she had already proven herself as an exceptional pilot during her time at the academy.

At Top Gun, Hazel faced even greater challenges. The program was known for its intense training and rigorous competitions. But Hazel was undeterred. She embraced the pressure and pushed herself to the limit, determined to prove that gender was not a barrier to success in the world of aviation.

During her time at Top Gun, Hazel formed a close bond with her fellow pilots, both male and female. Together, they supported and pushed each other to be the best they could be. Hazel's skill, determination, and camaraderie earned her the respect and admiration of her peers and instructors.

After completing the Top Gun program, Hazel was assigned to an elite fighter squadron. She quickly proved herself as a formidable pilot, consistently exceeding expectations in combat simulations and real-life missions. Her exceptional flying skills, combined with her strategic thinking and composure under pressure, made her a valuable asset to her squadron.

Throughout her career, Hazel continued to break barriers and inspire others. She became an advocate for gender equality in the military, working to create opportunities for women in aviation. Her passion, talent, and unwavering dedication to her craft made her a role model for aspiring pilots, both male and female.

Hazel Quinn's journey as a female Top Gun pilot is a testament to her resilience, determination, and the power of following one's dreams. She not only shattered stereotypes but also proved that with hard work and perseverance, anyone can fly high and achieve greatness in the skies.

Hazel Quinn possesses a fiery spirit and a feisty nature that sets her apart from her peers. She is not one to back down from a challenge, and her determination fuels her pursuit of excellence in everything she does. Whether it's in the cockpit or in a heated debate, Hazel's spirited nature shines through.

With a quick wit and a sharp tongue, Hazel possesses a sassy demeanor that can catch others off guard. She has a knack for delivering biting remarks and sarcastic comments, often using humor as a shield to mask her vulnerability. Her sarcastic remarks, though sometimes biting, are usually meant to lighten the mood or inject a dose of reality into a situation.

Hazel's tough exterior is a result of the relentless training and demanding nature of her profession. She has faced numerous hardships and setbacks throughout her career, but she has learned to adapt and persevere. Her toughness is evident in her ability to remain calm and focused under pressure, even in the most challenging situations.

Underneath her tough exterior, Hazel harbors a darker side. She carries the weight of her responsibilities and the sacrifices she has made for her career. This darkness fuels her drive and determination, but it also adds a layer of complexity to her personality. She has experienced loss and heartbreak, and these experiences have shaped her into a more introspective and guarded individual.

Hazel can come across as grouchy at times, especially when she is focused on a task or dealing with frustrating situations. She is not one to sugarcoat her opinions or hide her frustrations. However, this grouchy demeanor is often a result of her high standards and a desire for excellence. She expects the best from herself and those around her, and she can become easily annoyed when things fall short of her expectations.

Despite her fiery and sometimes challenging personality, Hazel possesses a fiercely loyal and protective nature. She cares deeply for her fellow pilots and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and success. Her loyalty extends beyond her squadron, as she fights for equality and fairness within the military.

Hazel's personality is a complex blend of feistiness, sass, toughness, darkness, grouchiness, and sarcasm. While she may have a sharp tongue and a tough exterior, beneath it all, she is driven by a strong sense of duty, a desire for excellence, and a commitment to making a difference.

Hazel Quinn and Tom Kazansky, AKA Iceman, have an intriguing relationship that starts off as rivals but gradually evolves into something more.

From the moment they meet, Hazel and Tom have a natural competitive dynamic. They are both exceptionally skilled pilots who constantly push each other to be better. Tom, with his cool and composed demeanor, tends to tease and annoy Hazel, often trying to get under her skin. Hazel, being feisty and quick-witted, is always ready with a comeback or a witty comment to match his provocations.

Their banter and constant back-and-forth create a playful tension between them. Their competitive nature fuels their drive to outperform each other, and they often find themselves vying for the top spot in training exercises and missions. Each success or failure only intensifies their rivalry, pushing them to work harder and prove themselves to one another.

However, beneath the surface of their rivalry, there is a mutual respect and admiration that grows over time. As they witness each other's skills and determination, they begin to recognize the depth of their abilities and the passion they share for flying. This mutual respect becomes the foundation for a deeper connection between them.

As their relationship progresses, Hazel and Tom start to see past their competitive façades. They discover common ground and shared experiences that create a bond beyond their rivalry. They become allies and confidants, understanding the unique challenges they face as top pilots in a male-dominated field.

Their banter and playful teasing gradually evolve into a deeper understanding and affection. The witty comments and comebacks become laced with a genuine fondness and care for one another. They develop a level of trust and reliance, knowing that they can count on each other in the most critical moments.

The transition from rivals to lovers is marked by moments of vulnerability and growth. They learn to let their guards down and show their true selves, allowing their relationship to blossom into something more profound. Their shared experiences and deep connection become the foundation for a passionate romance that transcends their initial rivalry.

In summary, Hazel and Tom's relationship begins as rivals, with Tom teasing and annoying Hazel, and Hazel responding with her trademark wit. However, their rivalry gradually transforms into mutual respect and admiration, leading to a deep connection and a passionate romance. Their journey from rivals to lovers is marked by growth, vulnerability, and a shared love for flying and each other.

Hazel's call sign, Daredevil, is a reflection of her fearless and daring nature in the skies.

Throughout her training and career, Hazel has consistently demonstrated a willingness to take risks and push the limits of her abilities. She thrives on the adrenaline rush that comes from pushing her aircraft to its maximum potential, often engaging in daring maneuvers that leave others in awe.

Hazel's fearlessness is not just limited to her flying skills. She approaches challenges head-on, unafraid to tackle difficult situations or confront obstacles with determination and courage. Her willingness to take calculated risks sets her apart from her peers and earns her the admiration of those who fly alongside her.

The call sign Daredevil also speaks to Hazel's ability to remain calm and composed in high-pressure situations. Even when faced with intense combat scenarios or dangerous missions, she maintains a level-headedness that allows her to make split-second decisions and take decisive action. Her ability to stay cool under fire further solidifies her reputation as a daredevil in the skies.

Additionally, the call sign Daredevil captures Hazel's audacious and rebellious spirit. She is not one to conform to traditional norms or be limited by societal expectations. Instead, she embraces her own unique style and approach, often challenging the status quo and pushing boundaries. Her refusal to be bound by convention makes her a true daredevil, both in the air and in life.

So her call sign, Daredevil, represents her fearless, daring, and audacious nature. It reflects her willingness to take risks, her ability to remain composed under pressure, and her rebellious spirit that sets her apart from the crowd.

And again, lastly, we get to the strengths and weaknesses part.

Strengths:

1. Exceptional Flying Skills: Hazel possesses exceptional flying skills, making her a standout pilot. Her natural talent, combined with her extensive training and experience, allows her to excel in the skies.

2. Determination and Perseverance: Hazel is known for her unwavering determination and perseverance. She is not one to give up easily and will go to great lengths to achieve her goals. This determination drives her to overcome obstacles and push herself to new heights.

3. Quick Wit and Sharp Tongue: Hazel has a quick wit and a sharp tongue, allowing her to deliver clever comebacks and sarcastic remarks. Her wit often helps her diffuse tense situations and adds a touch of humor to her interactions.

4. Fearlessness and Daring Nature: Hazel is fearless and daring, always willing to take calculated risks and push the limits of her abilities. Her audacious approach to flying and life sets her apart from others and earns her the nickname "Daredevil."

5. Leadership Skills: Hazel possesses strong leadership skills, making her a respected figure among her peers. She has the ability to inspire and motivate others, leading by example and fostering a sense of camaraderie within her squadron.

Weaknesses:

1. Stubbornness: Hazel can be stubborn at times, often refusing to back down from her opinions or change her course of action. While her determination is a strength, her stubbornness can sometimes hinder her ability to adapt to new situations or consider alternative perspectives.

2. Guarded and Introspective: Hazel carries a certain darkness and guardedness within her. While this adds depth to her character, it can also make it challenging for others to get close to her. She tends to keep her emotions and vulnerabilities hidden, which can create barriers in her relationships.

3. Impatience: Hazel can be impatient, especially when she feels that others are not performing up to her standards or when things are moving too slowly. Her impatience can sometimes lead to frustration and a lack of understanding for others who may have different approaches or learning curves.

4. Difficulty Trusting Others: Due to her past experiences and the competitive nature of her profession, Hazel finds it challenging to trust others fully. This can create barriers in her relationships and make it difficult for her to rely on others for support.

5. Tendency to Take Risks: While Hazel's fearlessness and daring nature are strengths, they can also be considered a weakness. Her willingness to take risks, although calculated, can sometimes lead to dangerous situations or unnecessary challenges.

Overall, Hazel Quinn's strengths lie in her exceptional flying skills, determination, quick wit, fearlessness, and leadership abilities. However, her weaknesses include stubbornness, guardedness, impatience, difficulty trusting others, and a tendency to take risks. These strengths and weaknesses contribute to her complex and compelling character.

Back with another set of Top Gun OCs! Yes, they're all quite long and I've spent a lot of time on them, so I'd really appreciate your comments and reblogs! ♥️

(also now I'm going by my new system of making OCs as you can see hehe)

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bobfloydsbabe · 2 years

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hands in your hair | jake 'hangman' seresin x oc

Rating: T+ Warnings: Alcohol, kissing Prompt: Running fingers through hair Requested: Yes, by @natrace Word count: ~1.4k (i blacked out) Summary: Jake doesn't mean to touch Jas' hair.

A/N: Thank you so much to Lyra, who requested this drabble, which turned out much longer than I intended. She's having a pretty shit day with people impersonating her because of her connection to me, so I thought finally posting this might cheer her up. This does not fall into the overall canon of the Turning Tables universe. Enjoy!

Likes are nice, but comments (and reblogs, esp. with tags) are golden!

They were sitting in a booth at the Hard Deck. Jas was arguing animatedly with Phoenix and Payback about something Jake wasn't even remotely interested in.

He watched Jas as she moved her hands, incensed that neither of her sparring partners was on her side. Her lips pursed as she listened to Phoenix, her nose scrunched in concentration, and her light brown hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves.

He liked her like this the most. Relaxed and free, out of that heinous uniform that made very few people look good. Actually, he liked her best when she was falling apart under him, but this image wasn't far behind.

He wanted to tell her, but Jas would tell him to fuck off. It felt like a miracle that she was even sitting next to him.

"That's just stupid," Jas huffed, clearly horrified at whatever Payback had just said.

Jake's arm was slung across the back of the booth, his eyes trained on her side profile. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin under his fingertips, and hear her sigh his name like she did when they were alone and tangled up in each other. When she called him Jake instead of Seresin.

"Whatever," Payback said, shaking his head in surrender. He got up and headed to the bar to get another beer. Phoenix followed him out of the booth and joined the rest of the squad at the pool table.

Jas turned her head to him with an incredulous look. "What do you think you're doing?"

The bottle he was raising to his lips halted halfway in the air, his brows knitting together. "I'm not doing anything."

Jas narrowed her eyes at him. She then looked over her shoulder at his hand resting on the back of the booth. "You're touching my hair."

Jake opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out as he caught a glimpse of his hand very clearly in Jas' hair.

He hadn't realized he was doing it.

He removed his hand and pulled it to himself, letting it fall back at his side. "Sorry," he muttered and took a sip of his beer. He wasn't, though, not really.

Jas held his gaze. She looked disappointed, but he had to be imagining it. There's no way he wasn't. Jas had made it very clear that what happened in her office was a one-time thing, which meant that intimate gestures like playing with her hair, intentional or not, were off-limits.

"It's okay," she finally said and turned her head back to the rest of the squad, who appeared to be discussing teams for another round of pool.

There was something in her tone Jake couldn't quite place.

She finished off her beer and moved to stand. "I need some air."

He watched her leave. She crossed the expanse of the bar at a rapid pace, ignoring Rooster when he asked her to join him for a round of darts. Jas flung the door to the deck open, and Jake watched her shoulders slump through the window the moment she was outside.

Jake caught Phoenix's eye as they flickered from the door Jas had disappeared out of to Jake, who still sat in the booth nursing a beer. She walked back towards him, ignoring Coyote's question of where she was going.

She stopped in front of the booth. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." He hadn't, and Jas said it was okay.

Phoenix didn't look convinced. "You must've done something to make her storm out of here."

Jake shrugged. "She said she needed some air."

Phoenix offered him a skeptical look, but she didn't say anything. She just went back to the pool table to continue the game, flipping Coyote off when he made a remark she didn't appreciate.

Jake replayed the conversation with Jas in his head. The only thing he'd really done was touch her hair without asking first, but it was an absentminded gesture, and Jas hadn't been mad at him, had she? She didn't seem angry, and he'd never known her to hold back.

He had to talk to her and clear the air if she was upset, so he downed the rest of his beer in one go. He got out of the booth, strolled across the bar, and out to the deck. The door clicked shut behind him, and the noise from the bar faded to the background.

He stood there for a second, enjoying the cool ocean breeze, before looking around for Jas. He found her leaning against the outer wall of the bar, looking up at the night sky. Her figure was illuminated by a porch light holding on for dear life.

It occurred to Jake, not for the first time, that she was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen. He could look at her forever and never get tired of it.

"You okay?" He asked and approached her.

Her eyes left the stars and found him. Her features remained schooled into chilly indifference, no indication that she was mad at him. He took it as a good sign as he stopped in front of her, feeling the heat radiate off her in steady waves.

"Yeah," she said, her eyes darting away for a second before returning to him.

"There's something else going on," he observed matter-of-factly. Jake couldn't read her and would probably never be able to, but something told him he'd hit the nail on the head.

Jas looked down at her feet, and that's when Jake spotted the rosy tint to her neck that looked suspiciously like a fading flush.

Some part of him knew it was a bold move, but he still raised his hand and placed it under her chin to make Jas look at him. He was mesmerized by just how blue her eyes were, even in the shitty lighting of the desperate porch lamp.

It was so out of character for her not to offer a snarky remark, and Jake was a little stunned that he was still touching her.

"I just needed some air," she finally said.

He dropped his hand, not wanting to push his luck. "Because I touched your hair or…?"

Jas groaned in frustration. "Yes."

He was missing something. He had to be. He felt like he was back in high school trying to solve equations, but the answer was just out of reach.

"Why?"

Jas groaned again, the exasperation clear on her features. She looked at him, and he watched the war in her mind raging as her pupils grew in size, making her blue irises disappear.

The realization hit him a split second before her lips crashed onto his in a searing kiss.

His hands came up to her cheeks, and he pulled her face closer to him. He wanted to feel all of her, even if he couldn't quite believe she was letting him kiss her again.

She tasted as good as he remembered.

His hands moved from her face into her hair, and she moaned into his mouth when he gripped it.

He pulled back and stared at her, surprised at his discovery. Jas' pupils were blown wider than before, and her lips were swollen from their borderline teenage make-out session.

He wanted her, had wanted her since he first laid eyes on her.

Jas raised an eyebrow, daring him to ask the question she knew was on the tip of his tongue.

He didn't, though. He loosened his grip on her hair and ran his hands through it instead. Gently, like he had inside the bar. He loved the sensation of her locks running through his fingers.

He smiled to himself at the knowledge that she liked having her hair pulled. He stored it in the box labeled Jas in the back of his mind, keeping the information for a rainy day when he'd need the upper hand. With Jas, you never knew when that would be.

For now, he leaned in again and captured her lips in a kiss that felt dangerously romantic. It lacked the fervor of the previous one.

Jake took a step back, winked at Jas, who looked ready to tear his clothes off, and walked back into the Hard Deck like nothing had happened.

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beenc0 · 1 year

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2 old mfs and their kids

#top gun 1986 #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #iceman top gun #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun oc #icemav

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daaxolotlartist · 2 months

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MELANIE !!!!!! RAGHHH top gun insop character :p

I FRICKING LOVE HER AHFJFHFUFBDHFB

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #daaxo's art #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun oc #axolotl

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨ Cute Little Thing ✨

Summary: Based on @mischievous-thunder // Person B: *Comes home covered in blood that's not theirs*Person A, bubbling with excitement: Here comes my cute little darling!

Pairing: Pete Maverick Mitchell x OC Seven "Shark" Kriegel

Words: 554 (blurb)

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Blood.

Thick and warm blood all over her face.

She brings her hand to her face, trembling fingers brushing her philtrum. She tries to wipe it, but only smears the red hemoglobin to her left cheek when she does so.

It is not hers - or maybe there is a bit of her own blood too this time. After all, the dude had thrown her one nasty punch right to her nose. Thing is, she does not feel any peculiar pain in this area. Only a kind of soreness. She is numbed to the pain after years of serving as a Navy SEAL.

She had punched him even harder in return. Her knuckles raining on his face like deadly monsoon. She knocked the fuck out of him . Okay, it was brutal but he did deserved it - she had seen him put drugs in a girl’s drink.

No tissues in the pockets of her flight jacket. Never mind. She shrugs it off and walks through the base with her face, knuckles and white t-shirt sprinkles with deep dark red dots and stains. Fortunately enough, there are not so many people at the naval base at this time of the day. She crosses path with Phoenix, who shoots her a worried and questioning look. Shark simply answers with a thumb up and a sharp, fang-filled smile which stretches her mouth in a crooked and slightly creepy way. Then, she makes her way to Maverick’s hangar without noticing the other pilots and soldiers’ reactions. All she wants is taking a shower.

Maverick frowns at the sound of footsteps coming closer. He drops the screwdriver he has been using to fix his plane, and grabs a towel to wipe grease and motor oil from his hands. As soon as the hangar’s door cracks open, Maverick’s emerald eyes shine. A wide smile lights up his charming face when he recognizes Shark’s silhouette. Tired from his day, he had preferred staying at the base rather than going to town to drink something. Shark went alone for he knew she was able to defend herself. Years of being Navy Seal again. And years of Muay Thai.

“Here comes my cute little darling!”

Maverick says in a soft yet bubbly voice that immediately warms the girl’s heart. She never thought someone could be home until she met him. Her own instructor. Shark raises her pale blue eyes towards him with a sparkle of joy. She runs to him and, almost tackles him with a hug. Mav laughs, forced to take a few steps back because of the impact but he keeps her in his arms.

“Hey hey, you’re going to break me in half.” He says, amusement in his voice. His fingers gently runs through her platinum hair.

“I’ve missed you Maaaaav~”

“Missed you too, murder bean.” He grabs her chin between his fingers and softly raises it to look at her juvenile face. His eyes squinted when he smiles, forming adorable crow’s feet.

“Fuck, you’re so damn cute.” He almost purrs, pinching her bloody cheek.

#top gun fic #Pete maverick mitchell #Maverick imagine #Pete mitchell x oc #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick #maverick x oc #maverick imagines #top gun maverick fic #top gun x oc #top gun oc #call sign shark #top gun maverick fandom

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joaquinwhorres · 2 years

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Tailspin - Part 1 (Fanboy Garcia x F!OC)

SUMMARY ››››› Having grown up just across the bridge from North Island, Carolina Alvarez has been told her whole life to stay away from the Top Gun boys. And for the most part, she has. That is, until Fanboy catches her putting quarters in the jukebox at The Hard Deck and initiates a game of cat and mouse that ends with her exactly where she swore she’d never be.

PAIRING ››››› Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x F!OC

WORD COUNT ››››› 5,721

WARNINGS ››››› None

MASTERLIST ››››› Here

A/N ››››› These two are my babiest babies. I'm absolutely in love with this couple. Mickey is such an underrated character, and everything I've been planning for this love story just has me so excited to share more of this.

If Caro had things her way, they wouldn't be here.

Instead, the group of girls would be in the middle of a dancefloor, surrounded by strangers as they downed enough shots to feel like they were living inside of a synth pop song.

She'd even be happy with taking over a line of stools at the shitty bar three blocks down from their apartment, drinking beer and alternating between telling stories and guessing at what was happening on the sporting event broadcasted on the TVs.

And if there was no other acceptable place in the vast array of options that the San Diego nightlife offered, they could have bought a couple bottles of wine and binged The Bachelorette from the comfort of their own home.

But they were here. And instead of a scandalously tight dress or shorts and a cute tank top or a soft set of pajamas, she wore a cotton sundress from Old Navy which had only been meant for Sunday dinners with her abuela. Then again, wearing it to the pseudo-goodbye party for her best friend for the past four years seemed like an acceptable exception.

Sami grinned at her across the table. "I still can't believe you agreed to come here," she said.

Caro shrugged. "You have to finish your bucket list, and I wanted to spend time with you."

"But you're here," Sami said, gesturing around the room. "You hate this place." It felt surprisingly cramped for a beach front bar where one whole wall was windows. If Caro had to guess it had something to do with the little model airplanes and mugs that hung from the ceiling and the fact that every wall that wasn't a window was covered with Navy memorabilia. The bar also might have felt more crowded than it actually was given that half the people here wore the same tan uniform. But as small as the place felt, there was a relaxed atmosphere that permeated the place, reminding her of her abuela's living room during a family party.

"I don't hate this place," Caro corrected, her tone suggesting Sami's ridiculousness. "Just everything it stands for."

Sami laughed at this, and the other girls broke into smiles and shaking heads.

"Drinks are good though," Caro said, toasting Sami with the Collins glass of her mojito. "And the company's not bad."

"You can't tell me you don't enjoy the eye candy either," Amber added, lifting the tiny black straw and pointing it towards the group of Navy guys in the back whose loud cheers carried across the bar as one of them stood up from where they'd just taken a shot on the pool table. He was shaking his head, but a friend had already peeled off from the group and towards the bar.

"It's like they were plucked out of an Abercrombie ad," Amber said, her voice laced with awe.

"That's their whole appeal," Caro remarked, watching as the red haired pilot drummed his hands against the bar top waiting to be served.

Sami acknowledged this with a nod of her head and wry smile. "You're not wrong."

"You're a little wrong," Kayleigh disagreed, punctuating the statement with a pause and a glance around the table to make sure she had everyone's attention. "They're fantastic in bed."

Caro rolled her eyes with a smile as Amber and Sami laughed. Kayleigh took a sip from her drink looking very self-satisfied.

"I'm sure they're only half as good as they think they are," Caro remarked, and Kayleigh gave another shrug.

"Still three times better than most men."

As Kayleigh was the only one with experience, having snagged a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Texan pilot last year, Caro ceded the point with an incline of her head.

"Speaking of all this," Sami said, waving a hand in Kayleigh's direction. "You need to help me with strategy."

This seemed like an excellent opportunity for Caro to slip away and make her way over to the corner of the bar that she'd been eyeing all night. "Got it," Caro said, pointing a finger at Sami. "I'm going to go find the perfect song to make someone come over and sweep you off your feet."

Sami's brows furrowed in confusion before her eyes landed on the old fashioned jukebox that was currently belting out Creedence Clearwater Revival. Her face softened into a teasing grin. "I'm not going to see you for the rest of the night, am I?"

"Not if everything goes according to plan," Caro shook her head, scooching out of the booth. She smoothed down the skirt of her dress before looking up at her friends. "Any requests?"

The group shook their heads, and Caro turned away from them, weaving through the crowd towards the jukebox, its neon lights guiding her way.

There was something innately comforting about sifting through a jukebox's catalog of songs. Even when she found herself in the very place she'd been warned away from for most of her life, at least she was here with the Beatles and the Eagles and Patsy Cline. The familiar song titles greeted her like old friends' faces in a high school yearbook, and as she flipped through them and remembering people she'd forgotten about and finding other surprises like "Mambo No. 5" it was enough to put her at ease for the first time all night.

Sami might be leaving. Adulthood might be before her. But her music was here and would be for as long as there were jukeboxes.

So, even when she sensed someone come up behind her, she didn't stop to look at them or feel tension creep up her spine at the prospect of conversation. She remembered that a jukebox naturally caused lines and that she had all night to peruse through its songs before making sure her friends were either going home with someone else or safely back in the Lyft with her.

Caro finally located the song she had been searching for in the back of the alphabet, pressing in the number and smiling softly as the familiar strums of the guitar filled the bar along with the shaking tambourine.

It was in this moment, as she listened to the first few lines of the song and fiddled with her next quarter, that the person behind her spoke.

"This is a great song."

Caro looked over her shoulder, finding a young Naval officer with a buzzcut standing a few paces behind her. Maybe, if he hadn't been so right that this was a great song—or if he hadn't left so much space between himself and her, honoring the privacy of her jukebox ritual–or if hadn't offered up the warm and earnest kind of smile he gave her—maybe, if he hadn't done all that, she would have just nodded or shot a quick smile and gotten out of there. But instead, because he seemed to get it and the compliment was simple and straightforward and not about her at all, she offered her own genuine smile back along with a "Thanks."

"It's the Temptations right?" he asked, taking a step closer.

The smile faded from her lips as her lapse in judgment became all too clear.

"Van Morrison, actually," she corrected, turning back around to the jukebox and slipping her second quarter in.

She flipped through the pages slightly faster this time, passing by "Dancing in the Moonlight," "Hey Mickey," and "American Girl" as she worked her way back to the beginning of the alphabet. Behind her, she could feel the officer take another step closer, and her back stiffened. Rather than continue to creep up behind her, though, he moved into her line of sight, standing next to the jukebox to watch the catalog pages turn.

"Need a recommendation?" he asked, shooting a slightly more hesitant smile than before, this one going completely ignored.

"From the man who thought The Temptations sang 'Brown-Eyed Girl?'" she asked, letting the question sink in as another two pages of song options went by. "I'm good."

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head at himself. "Maybe I can redeem myself."

"And maybe I'm not interested," Caro retorted.

The words hung in the air between them, the sheepish smile slipping from his face, instead replaced by a slightly bewildered expression. She couldn't entirely blame him. The words had come out sharper than she'd meant them to, and all things told, this was far from the worst pick up attempt she'd ever faced.

Her finger slipped from the next button as her shoulders relaxed from where they'd been raised in defense. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "I just–I don't date sailors, so you're wasting your time with me."

Confusion overtook his features, his eyebrows drawing together in a questioning look as his head tilted to the left. It was almost like he'd never experienced rejection, which, based on his boyish good looks, wouldn't be all that surprising.

"You do know you're at a Navy bar, right?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"And you know people come to bars for reasons other than picking someone up, right?" she returned, mirroring the head tilt.

He laughed at this, acquiescing the point with a nod. "I don't suppose it'd make a difference if I told you that I was more of a pilot than an actual sailor, would it?"

She eyed his haircut which was unusually basic for a Top Gun boy. His demeanor also seemed to hide the trademark overinflated sense of ego especially well. Compared to Kayleigh's Texan from last year, she had to wonder if he was lying in hopes that her answer would be anything other than what it was.

"Not a good difference," she remarked, a smirk curling up the corner of her lips. "I don't even talk to Naval Aviators if I can help it."

"In that case, I'm honored," he said, grinning good naturedly, and she shook her head at him, turning back to the jukebox and her selection.

He moved a bit closer to her, the smile fading as his eyebrow rose instead. "So, no Navy boys at all no matter what? No dating or flirting or letting them buy you a drink?"

"Nope," Caro said, letting the "p" pop.

"What about a song?" he asked, tilting his head towards the jukebox, and Caro felt a smile grow despite herself. She tilted her head to look up at him.

"I already put my quarter in."

"Another song?" he persisted, and she shook her head.

"If it means that much to you though, I'll dedicate my next song to you." Caro said, looking back down to the song selection. It was in the beat between her offer and his response that she found the perfect selection, pressing in the selection as he voiced his doubt.

"This isn't going to be good is it?" he asked, and Caro grinned as she backed away from the jukebox.

"It's a great song," she responded with a shrug before spinning on her heel and making her way back to her friends, enjoying the last verse of "Brown-Eyed Girl" in peace.

Upon arriving at the table she found they were down a girl.

"What happened to Amber?" Caro asked, sliding back in next to Sami.

Kayleigh looked over her shoulder towards the bar. "She went over there to buy some girl a drink and hasn't come back." She shrugged, turning back to face the other two girls. "Looks like it's going well."

Caro's gaze was drawn to Sami who seemed perfectly fine with Amber ditching the group for a girl despite the fact that tonight was their last night together and supposed to be all about Sami. Before Caro could comment on it though, Sami spoke.

"Oooh, I like this song," she said, nodding along to the lyrics. "Good choice."

"Thanks," Caro said, pausing to listen to "Fox on the Run" instead as she contemplated whether or not to push the issue of Amber's disappearance.

...you think you got a pretty face

But the rest of you is out of place

I've heard it all before…

Seeing Sami bop along to the upbeat song was enough to make Caro decide to let the issue drop. Instead, she steered the conversation into learning Sami's top picks of boys for the night and what she had nicknamed each of them. From there, Kayleigh picked out a few that she thought might be underrated–Buzzcut included–and both teased Caro mercilessly for her lack of interest in choosing any of the boys whatsoever.

It was in the middle of pestering Caro to at least choose the one she'd find the least objectionable if they were the last two people on earth, that Sami stopped mid-sentence. "Didn't we, like, just hear this song?"

The table quieted, each girl listening to the familiar tambourine and tenor voice.

"We definitely did," Kayleigh agreed, the confusion Caro felt mirrored on the other girls' face.

"I swear to God Caro, if you're going to John Mulaney us with 'Brown-Eyed Girl,' I'm giving out your number to every Navy boy in this place," Sami threatened.

"I only put in the two songs!" Caro protested. "It's probably just a weird coi–" she stopped mid-thought, turning in her seat to face the jukebox. No one was there. Or anywhere near it really. But as she scanned the bar, finally finding Buzzcut sitting by the pool tables, the source of the repeat was all too clear. Because he was already looking at her. He smiled and mouthed something to her.

As if she could read lips across a crowded bar. Or at all.

Annoyed confusion overtook her face, and he responded by tapping his ear.

A reluctant, mildly amused smile grew as she shook her head and turned back to her friends.

"Oh my God, Caro, who are you smiling at?" Sami asked, bumping shoulders with her.

"An idiot I met at the jukebox who keeps trying to shoot a shot he missed," Caro said, taking a sip of her mojito.

"There was an idiot at the jukebox, and you're just telling us now?" Sami asked, "Which one?" She stood slightly, looking over the crowd, and Caro flicked her arm.

"Buzzcut, with the other Navy boys," Caro answered, fixedly taking another sip.

"The one with the smile?" Kayleigh asked, fully turning around in her seat to look. Caro flicked her too, but she just waved a hand back.

"He's cute. Even with that haircut," Kayleigh mused, nodding approvingly at Caro.

Caro gave her a very unamused look as Sami grinned. The final bit of "Brown-Eyed Girl" played out as the song shifted to the Beatles.

And then she realized which Beatles song was playing and looked over to Buzzcut who offered her a smile and tilted his head towards the jukebox. As if to acknowledge that yes, he'd played this song too. She let out a small huff which could have easily been mistaken for a laugh as she looked back at her friends.

Each of them were still, listening to the lyrics as if trying to deduce whether or not this was another song played for Caro. It hit them at exactly the same moment.

So how could I dance with another? When I saw her standing there?

"So he totally played this song for you too," Kayleigh said.

"Yeah." Caro nodded, not even bothering to deny it. She looked down at her mojito, attempting to stir the ice even more as the lyrics continued to sink in.

Well, she looked at me, and I, I could see

That before too long, I'd fall in love with her

"Oh my God, this is working on you, isn't it?" Sami bumped Caro's shoulder with her own.

"It's not working. It's just surprisingly accurate," Caro refuted with a jerky shrug.

"So is his heart going boom right now, then?" Sami pressed, and Caro spun in her chair quickly as the girls laughed at her quick reaction only to find no one approaching.

She glared at them, sticking up her middle finger as the other two collapsed into giggles.

"Look, you could at least let me live vicariously through you," Sami reasoned. "And if you won't let me have that as my going away present, you could at least continue this song battle for my enjoyment."

Caro sighed dramatically as she stood from the table, and Sami cheered. "This is for you, and just for you," she said, pointing a finger at Sami.

"And it is much appreciated," Sami grinned back. With that, Caro took a long drink from her mojito before heading back off towards the jukebox. Buzzcut seemed to notice her approach and separated himself from his own friends, going to meet her, but instead she brushed past, not even bothering to look or speak to him on her way to the jukebox.

Laughter followed in her wake as did, apparently, Buzzcut.

Caro ignored his presence as she flipped through the catalog, looking for the perfect response.

"Told you I can pick a good song," Buzzcut said, and she could hear the grin in his voice.

"I don't think copying my song choice counts as you picking a good song," Caro responded, giving a shrug as she kept her eyes focused on the songs before her.

"Obviously that doesn't count," he agreed. "I just had to get your attention somehow."

"And annoy everyone else in the bar?"

He shrugged. "I annoyed you the first time it played, they can be annoyed the second."

She shook her head, fighting the smile that was attempting to make itself known. "How thoughtful," she said flatly.

"My actual song was pretty good though."

"It was the Beatles," she dismissed, eyes narrowing in on the jukebox's David Bowie offerings. "Of course it was good."

"Yeah, but it was so good it got you to talk to me again," he pressed, and Caro shook her head as she entered the number for "Modern Love."

She stepped back from the jukebox, arms crossed. "So is this like a bet?"

Surprise infiltrated his face. "What? No–"

"A dare? Because if your friends told you to come over here to like get my number or something, I'm not interested, but I do have a friend who might be." Caro said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"There's no game or bet or anything," the boy protested, looking back over at his friends and cringing slightly as he turned back. "I just saw you across the bar and thought I'd take a chance. The only thing my friends are doing right now is watching me blow it pretty badly."

Caro's eyes darted towards the pool tables, finding a group of boys staring in their direction. One of them waved at her when he caught her gaze, and another elbowed him. Her eyes flicked back to the boy in front of her.

"That's pretty embarrassing."

He huffed a laugh and looked back up at her. "Extremely," he agreed. A silence took over between the two of them, as Bowie continued his song.

Never gonna fall for Modern love, walks beside meModern love, walks on by

Buzzcut pointed to the jukebox, and Caro stepped aside, assuming his position on the side so she could watch him flip through the songs. He was mercifully quiet as he turned back towards the beginning of the alphabet. It took him a suspiciously short time to enter in the code, and as she matched it to the options available, she let out a laugh.

Take a Chance on Me - ABBA.

He looked up at her with eyebrows raised, and she shook her head.

"It's my friend's last night in San Diego," she said, shrugging. "And she's the only reason I'm here. Once she's paired off with some Top Gun pilot and crossed it off her bucket list, I'm taking off."

"Bucket list?" he repeated, quirking an eyebrow.

Caro nodded. "It's a thing we did at the beginning of freshman year. We each made up a list of things we wanted to accomplish before we graduated and left for the real world, and she, for some unknown reason, decided that she wanted to take a Top Gun boy home."

"I'm guessing you don't have that on your list," he said, an amused smile on his face.

"That would be correct."

"You know, I happen to know a couple of people that could help your friend out."

"You could help my friend out," she returned.

He shook his head. "Not interested in your friend."

"You haven't even seen her."

"Don't need to."

The comment hung between them and Caro rolled her eyes even as her cheeks warmed a bit.

"Why don't you guys come over and join us," he said, gesturing with his head towards the pool tables and the group of pilots over there. "You get to hang out with your friend, and she gets to cross off her bucket list item."

It was undeniably an offer she shouldn't refuse. It would give Sami the in she needed to be able to accomplish all of the major items on her bucket list, and she would still be able to spend time with her even as the other girl attempted to find her way into a pilot's pants. Knowing Kayleigh and the fact that it was practically a miracle no one had come up to whisk her away yet, she would also probably peel off with some pilot and have a great night. All Caro would have to do was put up with some admittedly respectful if not persistent flirting from a cute boy.

There were worse ways to spend a Friday night.

But as she looked over at her table and at Kayleigh and Sami laughing at each other, a protective jealousy rose up in her.

"As much as this might make me a terrible wingwoman, I kinda want to keep her to myself," Caro admitted, looking back at Buzzcut.

His face was surprisingly understanding. "I get it," he nodded. "Goodbyes are weird."

Caro pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, casting another glance at Sami, and wishing that she was a slightly better person. Instead she turned to the Navy boy and shrugged. "I'm sorry."

ABBA started up on the jukebox and rather than responding he pointed to the jukebox as it sang the line: If you change your mind, I'm the first in line.

Caro smiled. "Have a good night, and good luck, with everything…."

"Mickey," he supplied.

Her eyebrows rose. "Your callsign? Really?"

He grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. "No, uh, it's my real name."

Her jaw dropped. Actually hung open in disbelief. "No it isn't."

He nodded his head. "It is."

"Your parents named you after a cartoon mouse?" Caro asked, a laugh waving as an undercurrent in her voice.

He shrugged. "I think they just liked the sound of it."

She shook her head in continued disbelief before looking back up at him. "Well, extra good luck with a name like Mickey," she said before turning around.

"Do I at least get to know your name?" he called after her, and she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Caro."

He smiled, and despite herself, she did too before making her way, for the last time, to the booth that held both of her friends.

"Aaaaaaaaaaand?" Sami asked as Caro once more sat down on the bench next to her.

"That looked really flirty," Kayleigh said, putting her head in her palm. "You guys were smiling at each other a lot."

Caro shrugged. "He's nice."

"He's nice," Sami mimicked, nudging at Caro. "And yet you're still over here with us."

"Because he's still a Top Gun boy," Caro returned, pulling her mojito back over to her and taking a sip.

Sami and Kayleigh gave each other a look before Sami turned back to Caro. "You knoooow," she dragged out, waiting for Caro to acknowledge her before continuing. "It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for you to have one one-night-stand. Just to celebrate graduation and the last day of your unbridled youth."

Caro snorted at this, and even Kayleigh shook her head at Sami.

"You know, listen to ABBA, take a chance," Sami pressed, and Caro turned back to her drink, taking a sip and ignoring her friend. Sami looked like she wanted to say more, but before she could further press the issue, her eyes flicked up as two boys approached the table.

One was the bar drummer from before, with light orange hair and a scattering of freckles across his nose. He hardly looked any older than them, and looked like he could be one of the frat boys from Fiji. Next to him was a dark skinned boy, his hair cut into a close cropped fade and his hands tucked into his pockets.

"I don't suppose any of you know how to play pool?" The drummer asked.

Sami flashed a smile up at him. Because of course she was into the drummer. "When you say 'know,' does it mean I have to be any good?"

He exhaled a laugh and shook his head. "We can teach you. We just need partners," he said, gesturing between himself and the other man.

It was quite obvious that they didn't. For one thing, they could play just the two of them, and for another, the girls had witnessed them playing all night with the other people in their group. But, Sami didn't seem to mind how lame the excuse to talk to her was. Instead, she told him, "Yeah, I'll play. Kayleigh?"

Kayleigh eyed the quieter of the two, eyes dragging from his face down his thin muscular body to shined shoes. There was a pause before her eyes moved back to Sami. "Yeah, I'm in."

"Great," he smiled. "You're welcome too by the way," he offered to Caro. "There's a group of us in the corner." She didn't even bother looking. She knew exactly what corner he meant and who was probably there eyeing her. It was well played, she had to admit.

"Besides, you can watch me kick Kayleigh's ass," Sami said, motioning Caro out of the booth so that she could slip out to play pool. The guy laughed as the two girls joined them.

Caro shook her head at her friends. "You guys have fun. I think I'm going to finish my drink and head out."

"No," the two protested, but Caro continued to shake her head to ward off any protests.

"I've got breakfast with my parents tomorrow," she lied. "I'd have to leave soon anyway." Sami frowned but stopped fighting, instead stepping forward to wrap Caro in a tight hug. The two girls swayed back and forth as Caro fought to keep herself from crying in front of strangers.

"I'll call you on the road tomorrow," Sami promised into Caro's hair, and Caro squeezed her even tighter.

"You better."

Sami pressed a kiss to Caro's cheek and then released her, offering an attempt at a smile and letting Kayleigh give Caro a goodbye hug. This one was quicker and after she released there was an awkward pause before Caro told them goodbye and the boys started back towards the pool tables, the girls heading off with them.

Caro watched them leave, not even bothering to sit as she finished off the last of her drink and started towards the door, phone in hand to summon her Lyft.

She had barely been outside for five minutes, her ride just picked up when the door behind her opened and a familiar voice spoke. "You weren't kidding about leaving, then."

She didn't bother looking at him, instead eyeing the distance of her driver to the beachside bar. "Nope."

"Need a ride?"

This time, she did look at him, eyebrows raised. "I'm not getting in the car with a stranger who's been trying to take me home all night."

He laughed, hands raised in front of his body as if to demonstrate he meant no harm. "Fair enough." He dropped his arms and the two stood in silence, Caro looking at the 12 minutes between Faruq's present location and hers. The silence wasn't long lasting though, as Mickey spoke again. "I have a proposal for you."

"A proposal? Already?" Caro asked, and he laughed at her.

"If I can guess your favorite song, will you give me your number?"

She eyed him: the hope and amusement on his face and the unassuming nature of his smile. Matched with the absurdity of his request, the proposal seemed entirely harmless. Almost ridiculously harmless. More as if it were for show for her than an actual request.

"I'll cancel my Lyft if you can guess my favorite song."

He grinned slowly and then began nodding. "Alright. Ok." He patted down his pockets before noticing something over her shoulder. He darted away but before she could even turn to ask where he was doing, he was back, holding a cocktail napkin out to her. "Here, write it down on this so you can't change it."

Caro accepted the napkin but looked up at him. "I don't have a pen."

He looked at her and then the napkin, eyes cutting to a group of girls huddling around the side of the building with colorful drinks in hand. "One second," he said, holding up a finger before walking backwards and then turning to go over to the group of girls.

Caro watched as they each eyed him with interest and excitement, one letting her eyes trace up and down his body as he talked to her friend. Two of the girls dug into their bags with more enthusiasm than a request for a pen necessarily warranted, and Caro felt her lips turn up as she watched his face.

He was completely oblivious in his eagerness.

Mickey looked over his shoulder, as if to check that she was still there, and seeing her looking at him with amusement, he smiled at her and then turned his attention back to the girls, one finally digging up an ugly yellow and purple Planet Fitness pen and passing it to him.

Caro could tell he was thanking her before he walked quickly back over to her and passed it over.

She shook her head, leaning against the railing to write down the song name, one hand cupping over her writing as she did so. "You realize that any of them would happily give you your number, right?"

"No way," he said, shaking his head, and Caro paused her writing to give a raised eyebrow up at him. "They were married."

She leaned her head out, looking again at the group of girls, this time scanning their hands. At least three of them did have wedding bands on. Including the one who very obviously checked him out.

"Besides," he said, pulling her attention back to him. "I don't want their numbers."

She rolled her eyes and finished off writing the band name, passing the pen over to him to return. He did so quickly before coming back and looking at her with a mock intensity. His eyebrows narrowed, and he held his hand up to his chin.

"Am I allowed questions?"

Caro smiled and nodded. "Three. Yes or no only."

"So I get three yes or no questions and one guess or I lose my chance?" he clarified, and Caro nodded.

"And you'll shake on it?" he asked.

Caro laughed and offered her hand. "Yes, I'll shake on it."

"Good," he said, taking her hand in his and shaking it a few times before letting it go and taking a step closer.

"Hm." He squinted his eyes at her, back in his assessing mode.

"Is the song in English?" he asked, finally.

She nodded. Wondering if it was her own bronzed skin or cleverness that prompted the question.

"Ok," he nodded, almost as if her answer confirmed his expectation. He waited another moment before asking his next question. "Does it make you nostalgic?"

She tilted her head at this, eyeing him herself. It was a surprisingly good question. Not only did it speak to when she'd heard it for the first time and its age but it also covered the vibes of the song.

"Come on, you have to answer."

She smiled, shaking her head."No. It doesn't make me nostalgic ."

"No," he repeated, eyes raised. "I'll have to think about this," he said, turning out to look at the parking lot. Her phone buzzed. Your Lyft driver is approaching.

"Time's almost up," she said, looking up at him, and he furrowed his brow, eyes focused on hers as if trying to see into her head, reading her thoughts.

A pair of headlights pulled into the parking lot, circling a row of cars as it started towards her. She shrugged, moving towards the black Nissan that pulled up next to the curb.

"I still have a question," he called out, and Caro looked over at him.

Sami's words echoed in her head. Listen to ABBA.

"How about this," she started, and he walked forward, closing the distance. "I'll come back on some random night and some random time this week and stay for a drink. If you happen to be here too, I'll give you a guess. If not, I'll go about my life, and you'll find someone else for the summer."

A smile split his face in two as he nodded. "Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?"

She stuck out her hand again and he shook it. Even as he stopped moving it up and down though, he didn't let go, and despite herself and the Lyft driver patiently waiting for her to get into the car, Caro didn't pull it away. His thumb ran over the side of her hand, and she pushed the feeling of butterflies aside, keeping her face as straight as possible.

"Goodnight for good this time, Mickey," she said, attempting to slip her hand out of his. He stopped her with a slight squeeze before releasing his hold.

"Goodnight for now, Caro," he said, allowing her to get into the car.

He stayed in front of the bar until the car pulled out onto the main road, and even then, she lost sight of him before he went inside.

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jackiequick · 2 months

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Headcanons for the Mitchell-Bradshaw kids (+ friends & family) because I can | Top Gun AU ✈️

Summary: What happens when you live with 4 little ducklings? Unforgettable memories!

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw & Jenny Mitchell

Characters included/mentioned: Dane Bradshaw, Austin Mitchell, Maverick, Slider, Iceman, Carole and etc

Note: Fluffy/ Top Gun Headcanon fic

1) Bradley and Austin used to volunteer at an Animal Shelter, full of puppies and full grown dogs if all breeds. One day, Slider’s kids wanted to adopt another dog but couldn’t since they already had 4 already so in result, they called Iceman to help them out and so in result he adopted the doggie.

But there was a catch, the Yorkie made so much more barking than expected and had so much darling energy, so Iceman had no choice but to call him—Maverick!! Let’s just say the real Maverick wasn’t the happiest person after hearing that and the kids laughed so loudly at his reaction

2) Speaking of dogs, Austin Mitchell may or may not have brought home in an panic a week later. Jenny was sending text messages on her laptop when he rushed in yelling, “Don’t tell Dad!”

She was confused and looked up, “What did you do?”

“I want you to know that I love you VERY much and you’re always welcome in my room for the bigger closest room.”

“Aussy, what happened? Did you break his motorcycle again?”

“No and for the 10th time that was Dane!”

He hoped the door for a puppy to walk in as his sister’s jaw dropped to the floor, hugging the fur ball to tackle her. He laughed at the moment and whistles as two more dogs came in grinning brightly.

“Sooo? What do we think?” He asked with a matching grin as the dogs, carrying the puppy.

“We ain’t NEVER telling Dad!” She repiled with a little giggle falling in love with the dogs.

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3) As a kid, Dane really in awe of Ice's ability to flip pens like it was nothing and wants to be his student to learn the trick, begging for him to teach him one day after school. His mom brought him a small pack of pens and pencils to practice with for flipping tricks, eventually he gets the hang of it where he showcasing his tricks in class.

He thanked his Uncle Ice later on for showing him the trick, calling him cooler than Maverick jokingly and laughed running off to show his friends his new tricks

4) Speaking of Dane, is maths kid in school. History was never his strong suit but surprisingly, numbers came much more naturally to him. It resulted in the type of career he would have in the future.

His brother and siblings knew this fact very well, being able to be crafty where he can calculate prices of analysis for planes. As well as when needed he can calculate, like the the tax and measurement when it comes to paying for a restaurant bill.

It would surprise his mother as she would ask, “Not bad, sweetie. How did you do that so fast?”

In result he would hold up the pen and napkin he used to do the math then reply, “I counted.”

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5) When it comes to certain things, Jenny is terrible at keeping secrets and wants to gossip, so she can be a little nosy at times (she gets better at it with age). Ice and her dad like to say, she got from their Aunt Carole, since Sunset was most likely the one to be hush hush about certain subjects.

When she was 5, and Bradley was 7, she knew he had a silly little crush on the babysitter cause she was so nice. So she told her auntie Carole who stayed gushing with her all about it, teasing her son about it

When she was 10, she heard all about uncle Slider becoming Commander after watching the adults talk about it and went running to her daddy to spill the news giggling with excitement. It was supposed to be a secret for a few short days but she couldn’t help herself.

When she was 16, she found out that Dane and Austin had a crush on the same girl or so she thought. She squeals so loudly, knowing that she would have to be quiet about it or else. Bradley even gave her an odd look.

But Jenny had other plans as she sneaked up on her brother and asked, “Sooo who’s the girl?”

“What girl? There is no girl!” Austin exclaimed playing video games on the computer.

“Oh my god it’s the senior!”

“How did y-no! I am not into a senior.”

“But I saw you talking about some girl name ‘Avery’…”

That’s when her brother snorted, “No, Avery Thompson is the senior leader of the drama club. I’m into Avery Rodriguez, he’s on the basketball team.”

Her eyes widen and gasps, “HIM?! Damn, you got good taste!”

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6) Jenny had a small crush on Bradley when they were kids, jokingly saying ‘You are my boyfriend.’ when she was 7 but let it go a while later. Especially since fictional boys existed on Tv duh! However, Bradley thought girls had cooties and said, ‘Gross!’

As early high school rolled around, Jenny was watching Disney Channel movies and texting her friends as she watched the boys play guitar and drums in the center of the garage. Austin, Dane and Bradley were jamming out in their band laughing and singing covers.

Tracy and Rachel, Jenny’s friends, walked into the garage jamming out to the songs as she greeted her with a hug. They were chatting and gossiping about the latest movies, along with newest episodes of Gossip Girl.

“Can you believe Blair said that to Serena?! That was uncalled for!” Tracy exclaimed as they sat on the bench, sipping water bottles.

“I know right?! But Serena had a point though.” Jenny yelled, chuckling.

“Blair was better.” Rachel added for a debating measure, “But I love Serena too.”

Bradley was tuning his guitar but paused to look at the girls with a loopy smile, stuck in a mini trance.

That’s when Austin threw an empty water bottle at his head and yelled, “Dude! Stop staring that’s my sister.”

Dane laughed at his brother’s face, waving at Tracy, Rachel and Jenny who giggled. Bradley just glared at Austin as he stuck out his tongue muttering a few things.

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callsign-daydream · 3 months

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Hangman: I think I have a crush on Hallie. Coyote: Congrats! You are officially the last person to know. Hangman: … Coyote: Even Cyclone knew.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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Come Over Here and Overwhelm Me: an even better life (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Goin' to the courthouse and they're gonna get married - life is even better than either of them could imagine.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 4815

Warnings: just some old-fashioned tooth-rotting fluff, my babies are getting married y'all, flashforward, pregnancy stuff

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Ronnie smoothed out the skirt of her simple white dress one last time. She was lucky she even had one. Tucked away in the back of her closet with the tag still on. She distinctly remembered that she had every intention of returning it, thinking it too bridal for the backyard barbeque she bought it for.

For just a moment she fretted over not having any nice shoes, but everyone insisted the white pair of Berks she owned were too perfect for her not to wear. Too like her. Too like them.

Then Ronnie adjusted the grip she had on the small bundle of flowers held in her hands. They were nothing special, and she would have been content with no flowers at all. But then Phoenix went outside from where the girls were getting ready at Ronnie’s house, and came back in a few minutes later with the little bouquet. Ronnie recognized the flowers instantly from her neighbor’s yard. A girl needs flowers on her wedding day, Phoenix explained while she put the bundle in a cup of water to keep them fresh.

Ronnie was getting married today.

And according to the clock, she was getting married in less than five minutes.

The thought made a laugh bubble up in her throat. Unbelieving and giddy like she was sixteen and being asked to prom again. She stared at the wood of the courtroom doors practically begging them to open. Jake was the one who insisted on doing at least this part traditionally. With the reveal of the bride and being walked down the makeshift aisle. Let the anticipation grow a lil’, sweets.

So Bradley stood beside her just outside the county courtroom, hands folded in front of himself, looking more nervous than she was. Still in his dress khakis, he had readjusted his ribbons at least ten times since they arrived.

She spent another minute watching his anxious fiddling before he suddenly asked, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Ronnie’s eyes went wide for a moment before she guffawed. “What? No! I mean, would that be such a bad thing if I was?”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant. It’s just…Are you sure you don’t wanna… I don’t know… wait?” he asked, looking down at her softly and full of brotherly concern that she missed and hated all at once. “Do the whole ceremony thing with the big dress and the invitations and the party?”

“I don’t really care about any of that stuff.” Ronnie shrugged with a smile. “I just wanna be married. I wanna be married to Jake.”

Bradley laughed with a disbelieving shake of his head. “How can you be so confident just all the time?”

It was meant to be a joke, but Bradley was pretty sure it flopped. There was too much behind it for it to really land. Bradley had always had a problem with hesitation. Waiting too long to act, going through all the variables, taking things slow just in case. While Ronnie had never hesitated about anything in her entire life. If she wanted something she went after it. A medal in surfing, a degree in business, the man that she loved.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, and Bradley felt even worse that he had to explain himself.

“I mean…” He sighed, dragging a hand down his face as he thought of the right words. “If I were in your shoes — I’d be thinking over every single little thing. If I were Hangman I don’t even know if I would’ve found the guts to ask you to marry me let alone just elope. I mean, what if things go bad and you get divorced? What if his family doesn’t like you? What if this isn’t the right choice at all?”

“Well, okay, number one — I’m glad you didn’t ask me to marry you, ‘cause that’s gross and also illegal,” she said with a grin and he shoved her shoulder playfully, rolling his eyes. “But, number two, of course I’m thinking about that stuff. I’m not insane. But…None of that really matters. What does matter is that I love Jake and he loves me. Nothin’ else to it. If I’ve got him, none of that other stuff worries me at all.”

Bradley just looked at her for a moment. Ronnie’s brown eyes so much like his own, so much like their dad’s, that shone with a kind of love he thought was made up for movies. Her in that white dress with the wilting flowers and hair curled. It was a sight he never thought he would get to see — let alone that she would ask him to walk her down the aisle.

Then he shook his head. “I don’t think I could do that…”

“That might be my fault, in all honesty,” she chuckled back. “I definitely was insane as a kid. Made you do all my worrying for me.”

Bradley ran an exasperated hand over his face. “God, remember that time you slid down the roof in a laundry basket and broke your arm?”

“Yeah. Best ten seconds of my life,” Ronnie joked with a nudge back.

There was shuffling behind the oak doors and Ronnie sucked in a sharp breath. The five minutes were up. It was time. Despite his reservations and concern for her, Bradley offered Ronnie his arm. She took it gladly. He was the only one she would ever let walk her down the aisle. It was always going to be her older brother. No matter how much space was between them. He taught her how to tie her shoes, helped her with her homework, and helped her grow into the woman standing before those courthouse doors. She never wanted her wedding day without him.

God, she was getting married today.

“I think these ones are about to take top spot,” Bradley muttered.

Ronnie took a deep breath, her heart racing, and butterflies filling her stomach. “You might be right.”

The doors swung open, the first few notes of some NSYNC song filling the too-large space for so few people. It was just a county courthouse, nothing fancy. All wooden furniture bolted to green carpet and pictures of old judges lining the walls. But none of that mattered.

No, it didn’t matter at all because Jake was standing there in his dress blues with a smile on his face. He had his hands clasped in front of him, but she noticed the way he quickly wiped beneath his eyes as Bradley escorted her down the aisle.

Holy shit, she mouthed to him and he laughed.

Javy was standing right beside him; hopefully, with his mission completed and a ring in his pocket. The portly judge with his wire grey mustache, wearing the black robe was on Jakes other side, grinning like it was his own child's wedding. And standing off to the side was Penny, wearing a pretty pink dress and holding a single daisy.

The rest of the aviators were standing in front of the wooden benches. Mickey held the speaker playing the NSYNC, looking pleased with himself. Ronnie could hear Maverick sniffling as she passed him. She wished her parents could be there to see this, but she was glad Pete Mitchell was.

Bradley let her hand slip from the crook of his elbow. Then Jake reached for her with a gentle grin, held out his hand for her to take. But Ronnie waited. Looked back at her brother one lsat time. And he grinned at her with a nod of his head, a nudge, go on.

She went. She turned to Jake and took his hand with a smile. The judge started speaking but she couldn’t hear a word he was saying. Not when Jake Seresin was looking at her like his life was truly, finally, completely about to start. With her. Only took them five years and a chance reunion to figure it out. It was insane now, standing in that county courthouse and white-knuckling his hand, to think back on the dread that filled her when he walked into the var that day. There was no dread now, no fear. Just anticipation, just love, just a life truly, finally, completely about to start. Together.

“Oh, she’s pretty,” a feminine voice said, crackling like they were on the other end of a phone. “Even prettier than the pictures he sent me.”

“Can you see? She pregnant or what?” a male voice asked.

“Tony! You shush!”

Ronnie tried to focus on what the judge was saying, something about opportunities like this and love and never having so many witnesses to a courthouse wedding before, but she was finding it increasingly difficult with that going on in the background. She just barely caught the judge’s instruction for them to turn to one another. Passing off her flowers to Penny before taking both of Jake’s hands.

The two voices continued to chatter.

“Who’s on the phone right now?” she mumbled to Jake as the judge went on with the ceremony.

“Javy — with my parents,” he replied under his breath. “They’re on FaceTime. Don’t think they know we can hear them.”

“Oh, they definitely don’t,” she chuckled lightly, and he did too.

“May we have the rings?” the judge asked, looking to Javy, who fished the rings out of his pocket and handed them over with a smile.

Then the judge passed off the simple golden band to Ronnie. Her breath stuttered out of her as she took it with a shaking hand. Jake gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. But it wasn’t nerves that made her tremble now. It was eagerness.

“Do you, Veronica, commit yourself to Jake as your husband to learn and grow with, to respect hi min everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun?”

“I do,” she answered without hesitation, brown eyes boring into Jake’s with all the love and trust in the world.

“Now repeat after me,” the judge went on, “With this ring…I wed you…And pledge you my love…Now and forever.”

With her last repetition, she slipped the ring onto his finger. And she grinned from ear to ear at the sight. The ring a few sizes too big on him, but it didn’t even matter. Jake Seresin was hers. Truly, finally, completely. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she looked up into his grinning face.

“Holy shit,” she said aloud, mostly to herself, thumb running over the cool metal now adorning his finger.

Distantly, she heard everyone in the room laugh at her proclamation. Even Jake’s parents on the phone. But the only laugh she could truly hear, the only smile she could see, was Jake’s. His eyes watery and crinkled at the corners, and cheeks red as he looked at her like he wanted to spend all his moments in between with her.

The judge handed Jake her mother’s engagement ring. The ring only a few hours ago he asked her to marry him with in the first place.

“Do you, Jake, commit yourself to Veronica as your wife to learn and grow with, to respect her in everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun?”

“Absolutely, I do,” he replied with a kind of stern earnestness that even the most vile would believe to the core.

“Now repeat after me. With this ring…I wed you…And pledge you my love…Now and forever.”

“Now…And forever,” Jake repeated as he slipped the ring on her finger for the second time that day.

He wanted her. He chose her. Now and forever. Truly, finally, completely. He wanted to stay. To spend the night, every night. He wanted to hold and comfort as she cried, pick out furniture with her, listen to her singing in the shower, disagree with her over little and big things, know about her day. He wanted her up close and personal and every day. For so long, Ronnie thought no one would ever want her like that. But Jake did. It was written all over his face as he took her hand completely and tugged her in close.

“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Everyone cheered and whooped and hollered as Jake pulled her in and pressed his lips to hers. It was firm and sure and sweet. And it didn’t surprise her at all when he dipped her nearly to the floor. Trusting him completely to hold her up as they both smiled into the kiss.

The chilled Maryland spring air blew through the open window. Despite how much she had complained about the cold East-coast weather the past six months, Ronnie had to admit the breeze felt amazing as she lifted one of the last remaining boxes and began carrying it down the hall to the front room.

It felt like only yesterday they were packing up her stuff in Miramar. But now their time in DC was complete — Jake’s detachment with the Blue Blasters in Oceana had come to a close. They had spent the time making a home together in their cheap rental, attending Navy balls and award ceremonies, and seeing as many of the sights as Jake would allow Ronnie to drag him to. Now, Jake was taking two weeks of leave, the most time he had ever taken since joining the Academy, to get them settled in their new home.

A house built on his parent’s land in Austin, Texas. Ronnie hoped the weather down there would be more agreeable with her. Less cold at the very least. Once settled, he would start his new instructor position at Fort Worth. A brand new training squadron in the heart of Texas. It was amazing the kind of sway he could carry on his requests now that he was a Lieutenant Commander.

As Ronnie entered the front room, Jake came back inside the small house from where he had been putting things in the moving truck.

He hadn’t shaved in three days, a new record for him, and was already sporting a nice layer of stubble. Ronnie regretted it as soon as she told him it looked good, only succeeding in fueling his ego. He had sweat through his grey t-shirt, leaving massive stains on his chest and back. He puts his hands on his hips and sighed when he spotted her carrying the box into the room.

“Hey, I got it, darlin’. I got it,” Jake said as he scooped it out of her arms.

Ronnie rolled her eyes. “I can carry a box, Jake. It’s not even that heavy.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a strong and capable woman.” He kissed her forehead as he shifted the box in his arms.

“Damn straight,” she muttered back with a slight pout.

“Who’s also eighteen weeks pregnant and has a husband who loves her too much.”

She looked down at her bump, unsuccessfully hidden beneath the overalls she struggled to put on that morning. Just another thing that no longer fit — but Ronnie swore still did. She felt her cheeks heat up and butterflies fill her stomach as she glanced up at Jake’s knowing grin. It was a little miracle. One that most days she still couldn’t believe. Her greatest dream finally come true — given to her by the man she loved.

Ronnie looked back up at him now, trying not to smile as she said, “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up.” Jake grinned himself as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her own. Then he nodded his head down at the box. “What’s in this one?”

“Baby stuff,” she replied.

All those onesies she just couldn’t help but buy even though they didn’t know the sex yet. All those outfits Jake couldn’t stop himself from ordering because he’ll look like a tiny adult.

“Okay. This one’ll go in the truck. Then I think we’re good to go.”

He raised his eyebrows at her excitedly before he turned and walked back out the door. Ronnie sighed as she looked around the place one last time. The rental was small and in desperate need of updating. The walls were thin and the grass was perpetually dead. And Jake more than once had to call maintenance and nearly yell at them to get their asses out there to fix something. But it was their first place, their first home, together. Now, all their stuff was packed up save for the furniture they got with the place and were going to leave for the next tenant. The perks of military provided housing.

She sunk down onto that lumpy couch that was being left behind with another deep breath. Okay, she wasn’t going to miss this exactly. But…

Ronnie found out she was pregnant in that bathroom straight out of the eighties. Screaming and crying and running around the house while Jake just watched her with an amused smile. They tried cooking together in that kitchen. Meal kits with easy instructions because they were both terrible at it. She and Jake slow danced in that front room. When they first moved in — because it was Tuesday — after their first prenatal appointment and they heard that sweet hummingbird-like heartbeat for the first time. Maverick and Penny came to visit and they played charades on that back porch. They heard the good news and Maverick cried, thinking about her mom and dad and how they would be so proud.

There were so many memories in that house. Ones she didn’t want to forget.

But home was the two of them, together. Soon to be the three of them. Subconsciously, she put a hand on her belly. A year ago she was alone in her room in Miramar, eating Chinese takeout with some shitty reality show on in the background after a day of surfing and feeling sorry for herself. Missing her brother, missing her friends, thinking that maybe she was incapable of finding someone to love. It amazed her now how she thought that life was good. Satisfactory. Enough. This was a good life — an even better one than anything she ever had before. She had a husband who loved her, a brother who called, and a little one on the way she couldn’t wait to meet.

Jake came back inside, brushing his hands off on one another. He dropped down onto the couch beside her with a groan, slinging one arm up behind her as he took one last look around the place. He smelled like sweat, but Ronnie didn’t mind. She wondered if he was thinking about all those moments too. All those memories they had there. When he reached down and squeezed her shoulder, she knew that he was.

“You ready to go?” he asked quietly, giving her arm another squeeze.

“Uh, yeah. Prolly should go pee again though.”

“Good call.”

But she didn’t get up. She stayed rooted to the couch, glued under his soft touch and the sinking feeling in her gut at leaving. Starting over. Being with his family. She had seen the pictures. Their house was only a few yards away from the Seresin family ranch where his parents lived. They might not be living in the same house, but they were going to be around all the time. Ronnie had never been that close to family, to people in her entire life. And sure, she met Grace Seresin, that good Southern momma who raised an amazing son, and her husband Anthony, when they came to visit DC for a week. They ate at the good restaurants Jake and Ronnie had found and Grace talked about the party she wanted to throw for them, a late reception, when they found themselves in Texas. But then they left. Ronnie had never loved someone up close before. Even with Jake, it was a struggle at first to have him near and tangible and all the time. Uncertainty filled her now, which Jake seemed to notice, his arm curling around her shoulder and tugging her in close to his sweaty chest.

“Do you…” she started quietly, reaching up to fiddle with his dog tags that had slipped out from beneath his shirt. “Do you think they’ll like me?”

Jake leaned out so he could look her in the face with a furrowed brow. “They already love you? You talk to my mom on the phone literally all the time.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…” She sighed, dropping her hand into his lap. “In person is different. And they’re just right there. What if I run out of stuff to talk about?”

“You’re having another Seresin grandbaby — trust me, you’ll have plenty to talk about,” he said with a reassuring grin.

“But you’ll…You’ll be there to help me though, right?” Ronnie tilted her head up to look at him with those big brown eyes and Jake was a goner.

“Of course I will, darlin’.” He kissed her forehead, then her lips. “You know I’m always gonna be there.”

Ronnie nodded before she sunk into him further, burrowing her head into his shoulder as she wrapped her arms as best she could around his middle. Jake chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. It was nearly insane to think that a year ago he was a bachelor stationed at Lemoore, hooking up with whoever just to feel something. Anything besides lonely and scared and angry. Thinking about a girl he left behind because he was too stupid to see past himself. Now, he was a husband. He was going to be a father. A thought that terrified and excited him all at once. All with that girl he left and found again — the best thing that ever happened to him. He kissed her head again, breathed in her scent of coconut and sandy shores, and thanked whatever was out there for giving him another chance.

“Oh!” Ronnie squirmed, the baby who had been still since she woke up that morning now practically doing backflips in her belly. She pried one arm loose to rest a hand on her bump. “Someone finally decided to wake up. Sleepy-head.”

Jake was quick to have a hand of his own on her growing bump, trying to feel what she felt. His touch was firm, assured against her body as Ronnie angled her back against his chest so he could reach better. With a smile, she placed her hand over his and guided it to where the baby was kicking up a storm, feather-light little pulses that had them both laughing softly. Jake kissed her neck as his fingers spread wide, nearly covering the whole bump, content to stroke her through her overalls. And she was content to feel completely held.

“I think he’s telling us we should go,” Jake muttered against that spot just beneath her ear, making her shoulders bunch up.

“He?” Ronnie questioned as Jake untangled himself and rose from the couch with a stretch. “How do you know it’s not a girl?”

He pulled at the hem of his shirt, trying to dry out the massive sweat stains before they rode in the car for ten hours. “Trust me, Seresins are only capable of shooting out boys. Going back three generations.”

“God, now I really want it to be a girl,” she said, scooting herself to the edge of the couch.

Jake came over and held out his hands, which Ronnie gladly took in order to hoist herself out of the cushions. She hoped the couch his mom picked out was easier to get off of at least.

“It’s not gonna be,” he told her once she was standing.

She shrugged. “Okay, well, now you’re just jinxing yourself.”

“Pee so we can go, please?” he laughed with a roll of his eyes, pointing towards the hall. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

“Yes, Commander.” She saluted playfully and he glared at her before turning towards the door.

A few minutes later, Ronnie was out the door and locking it behind her. She dropped the key in the old metal letterbox still screwed into the drab tan siding so their landlord could pick it up later. She looked at the place one last time. Took in the flowers she had planted herself that were just coming back up for their second season. Took in the chipped paint on the door that drove Jake insane because he couldn’t just repaint and seal it himself (Yeah, I know the landlord’s supposed to do it, but I know how, Ronnie!). She put her hand to the doorframe with an affectionate smile.

“Bye, house,” she whispered before turning and going down the front steps.

Jake stood by the moving truck talking to his brother Darren and his two teenage boys. Ronnie was immensely appreciative that he could take leave and help them get moved. Darren was the only one of Jake’s brothers that she had met so far. He lived in DC, worked in administration at Naval District Washington. Jake joked about him being a Yeoman a lot, but Darren just took it in stride. He was quiet but kind, a sternness about him that really only came with experience. And he loved his little brother a lot. Not to mention, he was attractive. Clean cut jaw and those Seresin green eyes. Ronnie had to wonder if Jake just came from a family of models turned Navy men.

“There she is!” one of Darren’s sons, Isaiah, cheered as Ronnie came down the last step. The other one, Harvey, just stood there and blushed crimson at his brother’s antics. “There’s that hot mama!”

“Dude,” Jake warned his nephew with one hand up in question.

“What? I love it when eighteen-year-olds call me hot mama,” Ronnie said as she wrapped an arm around Jake’s waist. “I’m hot and I’m gonna be a mama — it’s just facts, babe.”

“Yeah, it’s just facts, babe,” Isaiah butted in.

“Whatever, can we just go, please?” Jake gestured towards the car.

“Yep, it’s a long drive, we better get goin’,” Darren groaned, stretching out his back as he pulled the moving truck keys from his pocket.

Ronnie put a hand to his elbow with a smile. “Thanks for doing this again. Be safe, okay? Call if you need anything.”

“Happy to help,” Darren replied.

“See you in Texas, hot mama!” Isaiah called out, already having climbed into the front of the truck with Harvey still blushing crimson.

Ronnie laughed, head thrown back and a hand on her hip. When she turned, Jake was standing on her side of the car holding the door open, looking slightly grumpy. He got rid of his Corvette a long time ago, albeit mournfully. He really loved that car. But it wasn’t a family car. Now he drove around proudly in a Subaru with a large trunk and enough backseat space for at least two carseats. Something he liked to remind Ronnie about constantly. She shook her head as she approached him.

“Why are you pouting?” she asked, only slightly mocking, as she came to a stop — the car door sandwiched between them.

“‘Cause…” When he spoke again it was quiet, delivered with a shrug. “‘Cause you’re my hot mama.”

“Oh, babe,” she laughed, taking his face in her hands and bringing him down for a soft kiss. “Of course I’m your hot mama. Wouldn’t be one without you, so…”

Jake chuckled against her lips before kissing her again. Slow and sweet and filled with so much joy. Then the moving truck’s horn went off and Ronnie nearly jumped out of her skin. The couple turned, and Isaiah was falling back into the passenger seat with a cackle. Jake just flipped him the bird, which earned him a quieter honk from Darren, before giving his wife one last peck at the corner of her mouth.

“Come on.” Jake nodded his head for her to climb inside the car.

And she did, settling into the seat and already getting out a packet of chips to munch on. Jake joined her in the driver’s seat soon enough. And then they were off. Towards a new life, a new home, a new adventure. Ronnie’s breath sighed from her like soft summer rain as she looked over her shoulder at the house one last time, watched it disappear from view as they turned onto the main road. Jake took her hand and gave it a squeeze, reassuring and empowering.

With Jake, she was home. She was loved. She was powerful. She could do anything with him by her side. Even live a life better than anything she could have ever imagined.

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Amelia "Frost" Kazansky

Introducing

Amelia "Frost" Kazansky, the younger sister of the infamous "Iceman" Tom Kazansky. With her striking features—natural light blonde hair, captivating light blue eyes, and a touch of freckles—she turns heads effortlessly. Amelia's long, icy blonde hair, often naturally wavy, adds to her charm. Despite her fair appearance, she's no stranger to the intense world of fighter pilots.

Known by her callsign "Frost," she inherits her brother's confidence and charm, mastering the art of flirtation. Amelia's playful nature masks a sharp wit, making her a force to be reckoned with both in and out of the cockpit. However, her occasional moments of coldness reveal an edge reminiscent of her brother's famed stoicism.

Amelia grew up in the shadow of her older brother Tom, absorbing the intensity and discipline that came with his pursuit of excellence in the world of fighter aviation. Their sibling rivalry fueled her desire to stand out and make a name for herself. From an early age, she displayed a natural talent for flying, earning her place among the elite at the Top Gun academy.

Her flirtatious demeanor and penchant for mischief made her a favorite among her peers, but beneath the playful exterior was a fierce competitor. Frost excelled in the cockpit, mastering maneuvers that left seasoned pilots in awe. Despite her friendly facade, she carried the Kazansky family legacy with pride, determined to prove that she could surpass even her brother's legendary reputation.

Amelia's journey was not without challenges. The male-dominated world of fighter pilots often tested her resilience, but she met adversity with a smirk and a clever retort. Her relationships were as complex as her flying skills, as she navigated the fine line between camaraderie and competition.

Personality:

Amelia is a captivating blend of charisma and determination. Her playful and flirtatious nature, inherited from her brother Tom, makes her a magnetic presence both in the skies and on the ground. She possesses a sharp sense of humor, often using wit and banter to navigate through the challenges of the competitive aviation world. Beneath her affable exterior, Frost harbors a fierce competitive spirit. Her confidence in the cockpit is matched only by her desire to prove herself as an exceptional pilot, independent of her brother's legacy. She faces challenges head-on, using setbacks as fuel to push her boundaries and refine her skills.

While her flirtatious antics and occasional teasing may make her seem carefree, there's a depth to Frost's character. She values loyalty and camaraderie among her fellow pilots, forming connections that extend beyond the boundaries of competition. Her relationships are complex, reflecting the intricacies of balancing competition with genuine friendships. Beneath her occasional moments of aloofness lies a sister fiercely proud of her family name. Frost is not afraid to challenge conventions, and her unpredictability both in the air and in her interactions keeps those around her on their toes.

Callsign:

Amelia earned her callsign during an intense training exercise in the unforgiving skies. The origin of her callsign traces back to her exceptional ability to maintain a cool and composed demeanor, even in the most challenging and high-pressure situations.

During a particularly icy dogfight where others might have succumbed to panic, Frost exhibited remarkable composure and precision. Her ability to stay calm under pressure, combined with her icy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, caught the attention of her fellow pilots. Impressed by her poise and grace, they bestowed upon her the callsign "Frost." The name not only pays homage to her natural coolness in the cockpit but also reflects her ability to navigate the turbulent world of aerial combat with a calm and collected demeanor. "Frost" became more than just a callsign, it became a symbol of her resilience and mastery of the skies.

The Glacial Spiral:

Frost's signature flying method is the "Glacial Spiral." This maneuver combines her finesse for agile evasion with a strategic and deceptive approach, creating a captivating and effective technique in aerial combat.

Firstly, Frost begins by entering a steep climb, drawing opponents into thinking she's retreating or attempting to gain altitude. Then, suddenly, she executes a rapid and controlled descent, turning the tables on pursuers who anticipated a straightforward escape. This descent is marked by tight corkscrew-like spirals, resembling the graceful dance of falling snowflakes. During the descent, Frost skillfully weaves through her own spiraling contrail, creating a visual distraction for adversaries. This deceptive element disrupts their tracking systems and confuses their targeting calculations. As she nears the end of the spiral, Frost seamlessly transitions into a series of precision strikes, taking advantage of the disoriented opponents. Her accurate aiming and calculated shots leave little room for escape. The Glacial Spiral concludes with a sudden and elegant pull-up, bringing Frost back into a dominant position. Her aircraft emerges from the spiral with a graceful and controlled ascent, showcasing both her technical prowess and the unpredictability of her flying style.

Big brother:

Amelia shares a complex and dynamic relationship with her older brother, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. While their bond is undeniable, it is colored by a mix of sibling rivalry, mutual respect, and a deep understanding forged through the shared experiences of growing up in a family with a strong aviation legacy. From their childhood, Frost and Iceman engaged in friendly competition, each striving to outdo the other. This rivalry, fueled by a desire to prove themselves individually, contributed to the development of their distinct personalities and flying styles.

Underneath the competitive banter and occasional clashes, there exists a profound respect between Frost and Iceman. They recognize and appreciate each other's skills, acknowledging the unique strengths that make them formidable pilots in their own right. Iceman, as the older sibling, has played a role in mentoring Frost throughout her aviation journey. His guidance, tempered with tough love, has helped shape her into the skilled and confident pilot she has become.

The Kazansky name is synonymous with aviation excellence, and both siblings carry the weight of this legacy. While Iceman blazed the trail, Frost is determined to carve her own path, contributing to the family's storied history in the world of fighter pilots. Despite any rivalry or differences, there's a protective instinct that Iceman harbors for his younger sister. He is keenly aware of the challenges she faces in a male-dominated field and offers support, albeit in his stoic manner.

Like any siblings, Frost and Iceman aren't immune to disagreements. The occasional tension arises from their strong personalities and the pressures of their demanding profession. However, these conflicts serve to strengthen their bond rather than fracture it.

The Snowflake:

Amelia's relationship with her niece, Amber "Skysolo" Kazansky, is a dynamic mix of familial connection, mentorship, and a unique blend of personalities.

Despite the age difference, Frost and Skysolo share a strong familial bond. The Kazansky legacy runs deep between them, creating a connection that extends beyond the cockpit. As a seasoned pilot, Frost serves as a mentor to Skysolo, offering guidance and sharing her experiences in the world of aviation. This mentorship extends beyond flying skills, encompassing the challenges and triumphs of navigating a career in a demanding profession.

Given Frost's flirtatious nature and Skysolo's sweet and fun-loving personality, there's likely to be playful banter between the two. Their interactions may include teasing, light-hearted jokes, and occasional friendly competitions. Frost plays the role of a supportive aunt, encouraging Skysolo to pursue her passions while providing a listening ear when needed. Her confidence and charisma serve as a source of inspiration for her niece.

Frost's flirtatious nature may create a unique dynamic with Skysolo, balancing the fun and openness with occasional moments of closeness. Despite any differences, they find common ground in their shared love for flying and the Kazansky legacy. Understanding Skysolo's closed-off tendencies, Frost approaches her with patience and empathy. She recognizes the importance of allowing her niece to open up at her own pace while offering a supportive presence.

Given their shared passion for aviation, it's likely that Frost and Skysolo collaborate on flying missions and training exercises. This shared experience strengthens their bond and provides opportunities for mutual growth. The Kazansky family's aviation legacy may involve unique traditions or rituals that Frost and Skysolo participate in together, further solidifying their connection to each other and to their family heritage.

The double-ego:

Amelia's relationship with Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is a dynamic mix of camaraderie, friendly competition, and mutual admiration within the high-stakes world of fighter aviation.

Frost and Maverick share a strong camaraderie in the cockpit, forged through countless hours of training and missions together. Their flying styles, while distinct, complement each other, creating a formidable duo in the skies. Given Maverick's reputation as a maverick pilot with a penchant for pushing boundaries, Frost finds both inspiration and a friendly challenge in their interactions. Their competitive banter is laced with mutual respect, each pilot pushing the other to excel and break new ground.

Maverick, known for his unorthodox but effective flying methods, admires Frost's precision and calculated risk-taking. Conversely, Frost appreciates Maverick's daring maneuvers and sees him as a source of inspiration, often incorporating elements of his flying style into her own. In squadron missions, Frost and Maverick seamlessly coordinate, leveraging their individual strengths to enhance the overall effectiveness of the team. Their ability to work in tandem reflects a shared understanding of each other's capabilities and a commitment to achieving mission success.

Given their strong personalities and competitive spirits, there may be occasional clashes of egos. However, these moments serve as opportunities for growth and mutual understanding, reinforcing the resilience of their professional relationship. Beyond the cockpit, Frost and Maverick provide mutual support in navigating the challenges of the aviation world. Whether facing scrutiny, competition, or personal struggles, they serve as pillars of encouragement for one another.

Top Gun: Maverick

In the Top Gun: Maverick timeline, Amelia takes on the role of mentor, or more like a helper for Pete to Top Gun's elite graduates, bringing a unique blend of experience, charisma, and a no-nonsense approach to her mentoring methods. Frost sets the standard by consistently showcasing her exceptional flying skills. Her precision in the cockpit and strategic thinking serve as a living example for the aspiring Top Gun graduates, encouraging them to strive for excellence.

Recognizing that each pilot has unique strengths and areas for improvement, Frost tailors her guidance to the individual needs of her mentees. Whether refining specific maneuvers or addressing psychological aspects of flying, she provides personalized mentorship.

Frost's mentoring style includes a dose of tough love. She challenges her mentees to push beyond their comfort zones and confront their weaknesses. This approach, while demanding, fosters resilience and growth in the face of adversity. To prepare the graduates for the challenges they may face in real combat situations, Frost designs and leads realistic simulations. These exercises not only hone their flying skills but also instill a sense of teamwork and adaptability under pressure. After each training session or simulation, Frost conducts thorough debrief sessions. These discussions focus on both the technical aspects of flying and the mental fortitude required in high-stress situations. Constructive feedback and lessons learned become integral parts of the learning process.

Frost encourages graduates to think creatively and innovatively. She values pilots who can adapt and improvise in unpredictable situations, fostering a mindset that goes beyond textbook tactics. While recognizing the importance of individual skills, Frost places a strong emphasis on teamwork. She guides the graduates in understanding how collaboration and effective communication contribute to mission success.

Leveraging her own experiences, Frost guides the graduates in navigating high-pressure scenarios. Her insights into maintaining composure and making split-second decisions become invaluable lessons for those entering the challenging world of modern aerial combat.

Strengths and weaknesses:

Strengths:

1. Exceptional Flying Skills: Frost possesses exceptional flying skills, marked by precision, agility, and a mastery of daring maneuvers. Her prowess in the cockpit sets her apart as a top-tier pilot.

2. Strategic Thinking: Drawing inspiration from her brother's strategic mindset, Frost excels in strategic thinking during aerial combat. She can analyze situations quickly and make calculated decisions that give her an edge in high-pressure scenarios.

3. Charismatic Leadership: Frost's charismatic and confident demeanor makes her a natural leader. She has the ability to inspire and motivate her fellow pilots, fostering a sense of camaraderie within the squadron.

4. Adaptability: Whether faced with changing weather conditions or unpredictable enemy tactics, Frost is adept at adapting on the fly. Her ability to remain calm and flexible contributes to her success in dynamic and challenging situations.

5. Innovative Flying Style: Frost's flying style is innovative, incorporating a mix of traditional techniques and her own unique maneuvers. This creativity keeps her adversaries guessing and allows her to stay one step ahead in combat.

Weaknesses:

1. Occasional Aloofness: Frost's cool and composed exterior can sometimes come off as aloof or distant, making it challenging for others to gauge her true feelings or intentions.

2. Risk-Taking Tendencies: While calculated risk-taking is a strength, Frost's penchant for high-risk maneuvers can occasionally lead to situations where the margin for error is slim. Balancing risk with caution is an ongoing challenge.

3. Struggles with Delegating: As a natural leader, Frost may find it challenging to delegate tasks, occasionally taking on too much herself. Learning to trust and empower her team further could enhance overall squadron effectiveness.

4. Competitive Streak: Frost's competitive nature, while driving her to excel, can lead to moments of intense rivalry with peers. Managing this competitive streak is crucial to maintaining positive relationships within the squadron.

5. Reluctance to Seek Help: Frost's independent nature may make her hesitant to seek assistance or share concerns. Recognizing the value of collaboration and seeking support when needed is an area for potential growth.

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