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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Nine: The Pomegranate Theory

Summary: Jakes still trying to wrap his head around what’s happening with your health. Doctor Ignatii oversteps? And you settle in while Jake helps you write some of your newest book.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil.

Word Count: 4.3K

Author Note: My birthday present to you all is a new chapter of Was It Over. Once again I just wanted to say thank-you all so very much for all the love and support you have given me throughout this series. It truly means the world to me.

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The Pomegranate truly is the perfect symbol when comparing the differences between men and women. The enjoyment of a pomegranate is something that cannot and shouldn’t be rushed. Instead, it's something that requires patience and gentle hands. With deliberation and commitment comes the reward of its sweet, sweet flesh.

When rushed, there is failure to collect all the seeds. Many men sacrifice the collection of its entirety for the sake of saving time. They'd rather risk the loss of a percentage of the fruit for immediate gratification. What we often fail to consider is that there may be a reason for the dissimilarities between men and women. We tend to point out that the majority of men don't have the same attention to detail that women do instead of focusing on our individual strengths, and how they can balance and support each other.

Instead, you chose, for the longest of times, to consider that your husband was willing to learn something that perhaps didn't come instinctively to him as it did to you. It's the energy you put into cutting and deseeding the metaphorical pomegranate that represented your marriage, but Jake never seemed to want to learn how to carefully harvest all those beautiful seeds.

You and Jake both collectively brought so much to your marriage, you both had something to learn from one another in order to grow. But choosing resentment when you decided to step away from the man you loved more than life itself was never an option.

Because resentment always leads to isolation:

“Okay small steps for me Y/n.” Doctor Ignatii asked as he held your arms and stood before you. Everything hurt, everything felt wrong. Everything was stiff and out of place, but the sooner you were up and walking even if it was only a few steps here and there–the quicker your recovery would be. Having a stroke wasn't exactly defined as a step in your cancer treatment plan. No, it came right out of the left field and took you, your mother and your doctors by total surprise. “That's it, small steps.”

“I don't think I should keep going, it feels wrong.” Your body didn't feel like your own, the ground underneath your no-slip socks felt uneven. Your feet felt like lead–heavy and weak at the same time. Your head had maintained a dull ache since you woke up post surgery that hadn’t gone away. Overall you just didn't feel like yourself and it showed.

“Your neurological pathways need time to re-adjust to normal.” Doctor Ignatii was hopeful you'd have a pretty smooth recovery, his worry about any deficits post stroke was at a pretty low concern level just based on how quickly they were able to react to the stroke itself. “Give yourself some time, I'll touch base with the plastics department and oncology to discuss your pre-op notes prior to your mastectomy.” Doctor Ignatii explained as Jake watched with crossed arms off to the side as you took a few uneasy steps around the room littered with Christmas lights and decorations for the holiday seasons. “It's gonna be a slow but steady recovery, we just wanna make sure prior to your mastectomy that your body can handle the additional stress it's placed under while in surgery. The fact you're taking baby steps right now is a really good sign.”

“Can I have a shower soon by any chance?” All you wanted was to not feel sticky and gross. “Is that in the realm of possibility any time soon?”

“Only if you try to walk to the bathroom.” Doctor Ignittii replied with a quick wit you appreciated, he wasn't treating you like a sudden gust of a strong wind your be knocked on your sare and you truly appreciated the vote of confidence from your doctor. “But sure, I don't have any problem with you showering, maybe ask for some help?” Doctor Ignatii gestured over to where Jake stood just watching over you. He kept his respective distance but his eyes never left yours. He’s yet to leave your side for more than twenty minutes to grab something to eat, drink and take a deep breath. He was still trying to process how quickly things had changed.

“Happy to help.” Jake teased as he sent you a wink, the half sided smirk was prevalent across his flustered but composed face. “Respectfully.”

“Respectfully–” You replied as you stood on your own, Doctor Ignatti had stepped aside to let you take the lead. “You need to call our children and let them know you haven't abandoned them at their grandmother's house.”

“I should do that, shouldn't I?” Jake sighed, he'd been avoiding the call all together. With it being Christmas Eve Eve and your surgery still going ahead as planned, it was a call Jake wasn't looking forward to making.

“I think it might be a good idea–” You slowly but surely sat down on the edge of your hospital bed, the IV poll you were gripping for dear life pumped against the side before Jake stepped a little closer to fix the tangled wires and cords. “Thanks.” You smiled softly as you watched him work.

“I'll let you know how our pre-op meeting goes, Mrs Seresin.” Doctor Ignatti interrupted with a quick tight lipped smile. “And–” Jake raised an eyebrow as your doctor paused in his tracks. “Although probably unsolicited, I've seen too many families come through these halls to know time is a fickle thing, if your kids aren't aware of your current situation, I favour the side of full transparency, no matter the age.”

You didn't know how to respond so you said nothing and settled on a simple nod with kind eyes to match. Jake however, wasn't as graceful with his snarky growl. He was the very embodiment of a protective German Shepherd with his guard up.

“It's a good thing we didn't ask for your opinion then isn't it.” Jake snapped, he didn't mean to take his insecurities out on the man who had if nothing else saved your life.he was still trying to figure out who this Jensen guy was. But he did and it made you frown with shock horror that such a snarky comment would come from your husband's mouth.

“You’re right, I overstepped.” Doctor Ignatti held it hands up as if to say he was sorry. “I apologise, I'll be back later with an update for you.” You said nothing, you simply chose to remain silent until your doctor had left the room and silence had once again fallen over you and Jake.

“I didn't mean–” Jake wanted to say he didn't mean to be so snappy. That he really didn't mean to bite the hand that saved his wife, But you

“You meant it.” The tone you used broke right through the exterior of Jake's hardened shell. Despite his inability to make it known that all Jake was trying to do in that very moment was show a united front on your decision to keep your family, your husband and subsequently your children in the dark about your current situation—he still helped you back into bed, tucked your legs under the Blau and fixed your pillows. “And he’s right you know, whether we want to hear it or not the kids probably need to know why you left so abruptly.” Jake's phone had been ringing off the hook since he left his mother's house. Jasmine was persistent regardless if Jake was answering or not. Constant texts, missed calls, updates on the kids she knew he was thankful for despite his missing in action status.

“You wanna tell the kids what’s going on?” You and Jake hadn’t really discussed it, he was following your lead on this one. Jake didn’t want to overstep any boundaries you’d set he wasn’t aware of, or had unintentionally forgotten about. He was holding off on everything, telling his sister what the hell was going on, telling his mother more than she ever deserved to know, telling the kids their mum was a little sick.

“No—no, I wanna tell the kids, for now, that I’m just a little sick and that’s why I needed you here more than they needed you over the next few days.” You explained your view. “I don't want them panicking about me, they're young, too young to need to know the severity of the situation.”

“Not telling them doesn't make the truth any less real, Honey–what if we tell them and–“ Jake never got a chance to finish his sentence, he never got a chance to say that if you didn’t want to tell your kids he’d support your decision regardless if he agreed or not before you interrupted to explain where you were coming from.

“They don't need to know Jake, I can't tell them, I can't tell my children that I might be dying alright I just can't.” You were a little more harsh than need be, but the emotional weight of the situation was taking a toll on you. “But I wasn’t about to bite my brain surgeon's head off for offering a valid opinion on a rough situation.”

“You know what?” Jake cooed as he reached out to touch your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing your soft skin. The gentle touch brought you a solace you'd never truly understand as Jake's emerald eyes swirled with all the love and admiration in the world. “You’re right.” Jake didn't want to argue, not now, not when he could tell your emotions were running high and life seemed like it was against you. You needed him in your corner, for better or worse. “I’ll call Jas, I'll tell her what's going on, full God's honest truth and then we’ll tell the kids that you're just a little sick.”

“Just a little–” You replied with tears in your eyes, they were pooling at your lower lash line, ready to spill and open the flood gates. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you.” Jake listened as the pad of his thumb worked to catch the falling tears that cascaded down your cheek. “I should have–you needed to know.”

“I understand why you didn't.” Jake sighed as he sat by your bed side. “I wasn't–” he began to explain but shortly after changed what he was about to say. “I put myself in a position where I could lose you, and I shouldn't have, you and me and whatever our marriage is right now isn't the priority so just know I'm not saying this to fix that.” Jake cooed as he felt his eyes watering. “Right now all that matters is that we focus on you and your health and making sure you are the only priority.”

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“I got you one of those pant by numbers kits and some lego flowers I thought you might be able to do to fill the time.” Your mother wore a fake smile so painfully obvious that it made your heart want to burst inside your chest. This wasn't and hadn't been easy on her, carrying the burden of being the only one who knew about your diagnosis. Now, as Jake sat by your bedside, your mother wanted nothing more than to tell him how thankful she was that she now had someone else to carry the weight with.

But Mary wasn't about to do that, no. She wouldn't make the situation about her. But watching her little girl go through something she wouldn't wish upon her worst enemy was brutal.

“That's really nice of you mum, you didn't have to do that.” Jake frowned momentarily when he heard you say that go to line. ‘You didn't have to do that.’ It was a sentence he hadn’t heard in a long time. You always used to say it, Jake just wasn't sure when you had stopped saying it to him. There wasn’t an awful lot of things he was going out of his way to do that would earn him a bashful or somewhat self deprecating response like that.

“I know, but I saw them at Target and thought they might keep you occupied.” Your mothers smile faded just slightly as she placed your presents under the small christmas tree that sat on the top of the small cupboard that could be used to house clothing and personal items patients brought with them. You hadn't paid much mind to unpacking, all you had managed was your toiletries. But your mother had gone above and beyond to make the space you were taking up residency in a little more homie. “How’re you feeling anyway?”

“I'm alright, a little stiff but Doctor Ignatii said that's to be expected, he’ll be back soon to help with the first few steps.” You knew your mother wasn't really prying about a health update, but more about a romantic one. Her eyes quickly darted to where Jake still sat holding your hand in his. He was afraid that if he let go that you'd disappear. Or worse. “A little shocked to find out my children are still in Texas but I'm sure given the circumstances I'll manage.”

“Well at least they're supervised and with family, that's all that matters.” Your mother replied as she pushed a little of your hair behind your ear. “Have you given any more thought about cutting your hair?”

“You were thinking about cutting your hair?” Jake finally managed the courage to jump into the conversation, he still felt like an intruder of some sort. He was still trying to process everything, the very idea that you were battling an aggressive form of breast cancer along with the fact you'd suffered a very recent stroke was all too much for his brain to comprehend.

“I'm gonna lose it all anyway.” You shrugged as you pressed your lips together in a thin line. “May as well get ahead of the curve and shave it all off before it falls out.” Hair holds memories, in some cultures it's even considered sacred. In some religions women cover their hair after marriage for only their husbands to see, others keep theirs pure and untreated by dyes. Some women of colour from countries across the world prefer to wear their hair in protective styles that give their hair longevity and life.

But you? You were losing yours. The keratin in your follicles had stopped reproducing, your follicles were dying off and snapping. It was a hard pill to swallow if you were being completely honest, but if shaving your hair off before you were subjected to looking like your daughters weird barbie doll was something that could help you maintain whatever dignity you had left, you were going to do it, regardless if you were slightly worried about your head being an odd shape. It beats you know, dying after all.

“Doctor Ignatii already took a pretty big chunk anyway from the surgery.” Your mother added. “Besides, it's a little more empowering to shave it yourself than losing it over time.” Jake understood, so he didn't argue. It was your choice at the end of the day. “Now, I'm not staying for too long, I thought I'd head back to yours, tidy up, make sure the house is in order for when you're able to go home.” Before you had a chance to argue or say she didn't have to, Jake was advocating on your behalf.

“Thanks Maz, that's perfect.” He smiled softly as the pad of his thumb rubbed against your hand. All you did was nod along in agreement, it did sound nice. Unnecessary in your humble opinion, but nice.

It wasn't long after that your mother was saying her goodbyes to the both of you for the day, being along with Jake wasn't awkward, but it did feel a little uneasy with so much still left to discuss. All the potential what if’s and could be’s.

“Can you please pass me my laptop?” You were the first one to break the silence that had fallen between the two of you, only the steady threthem of monitors could be heard amongst the thick silence.

“You still working on that book?” Jake asked rather tentatively, it was a touchy subject. If you said yes then that meant you hadn't had time to finish it before your due date. Jake knew he played more of a role in that then he’d like to admit, but the idea you were still working on the same book meant the separation truly hadnt boded well in your favour to focus on your career. For Jake however, it had opened up another career advancement. The Daggers.

“Uh yeah actually I am.” You sat up a little straighter in your bed and fixed up the blanket covering your legs. “I shelved it there for a little while.” The explanation truly was just that, you hadn't really had all that much time to work on a new publication while trying to raise three children on your own. “I picked it up again around August, just haven't made much progress with it with everything that's been going on.”

“Do you feel like sharing some exclusive details with your number one fan?” Jake was almost unashamed in his attempt at breaking down your walls. “Who knows, I might be able to inspire some creativity.”

“Oh you're my number one fan now are you?” You chuckled softly as you watched Jake reached into the drawer your mother had put your laptop and charger in. “And there isn't much creative freedom when it comes to writing a bibliography for true crime, unless you count ghoulish overkill and an absurd use of dark humour to cover up the truly graphic details of the world's most notorious crimes.” Jake smiled back at you as he held your laptop in one hand, the rose gold Mac with stickers randomly pleased all over the lid.

“Don't be fooled by the good looks Honey, I can read a sentence or two without stuttering.”

“Could've fooled me.” You fired back without hesitation as Jake faked a shot to the heart. “You really want me to read some to you?” Jake hadn't asked about your work in months. You'd stopped wondering if he cared about your career path before you decided to walk away from your marriage to focus on yourself. At the end of it all you left believing Jake had stopped caring about the things that made you simply you.

“Yeah, of course, I mean–it would be nice to read some new material, after all–the copies I have back in North Island are pretty much falling apart from how much I tend to flick through them.” Jake had never been a big true crime fan, that was until you published your first book.

“Wait, you have my books? Which ones?” The revelation made your heart skip a beat inside your chest, so much so that Jake saw it on the monitor. It made his cheeks flush a crimson red at the very thought he could still make you this flustered.

“Uh–” Jake started as he came back down to sit beside you, opening up your laptop and placing it on the small but practical table that could go over your legs. “I have all five.” Jake would read the dedication every night before he went to bed and every morning before he went to work. They were all slightly different but the sentiment remained the same. His favourite one to read was:

“Dedicated to the man who loves me so, thank you for your service, I love you with all my heart.”

Jake knew deep down, after all the two of you had gone through, after all the hurt he’d unintentionally caused with his emotional disconnect, that the dedication in your newest book wouldn't be for him. It would be for your children.

“You've never told me this before?” Jake should have told you, he should have been more open, more honest about his feelings. He shouldn't have lost sight of what was truly important to him and it definitely shouldn't have taken losing you to realise how important you were. Jake had never known female rage until he dealt and fought with a woman who was feeling undervalued, unappreciated and unwanted.

“I should have, I know that now.” It was only a small gesture at the bottom of Everest itself but Jake knew now was the time he had to really put the effort in, to show you he truly cared, that he really did love you in sickness and in health. “I'd really like to sit here and maybe I can read what you've written so far out loud so you can just rest–and if there's anything you wanna change, I can do it for you.”

“Oh you don’t have to—“ Your sentence trailed off into nothing as you looked into your husband’s eyes, searching for an ounce of hesitation or burden in them. But all you saw were those emerald green eyes staring back at you with all the love and warmth in the world. Jake wanted to do this, truly. “Sure, yeah if uh—I’d really like that.”

It felt nice to be taken care of, to be valued and loved. But it wasn’t enough to undo the damage that Jake had unintentionally caused. He was going to have to put the work in, fight for you as much as you had to fight for your life.

“Okay.” Jake smiled as he cleared his throat and turned the laptop his way. “Alright Honey, let’s go from the top shall we?”

“Take it away Mr. Ghost Writer.” You cooed as you settled into your hospital bed and found a comfortable position, if anything you were feeling rather tired. Maybe you’d be able to get some more sleep soon—that wasn’t such a bad idea.

“In the early hours of January 1996, after an evening spent celebrating at Club Bayview in the Perth suburb of Claremonth, 18-year-old Sarah Spiers called a taxi to nearby Mosman Park. But when the cab arrived, she’d already gone. Sarah was never seen again.” Jake read out loud as you listened and laid there wondering if this was all some Lavender Haze to mask the reality that your marriage was over:

Or really how Jake wanted the two of you to be. Together again, in sickness and in health.

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“Just tilt your head a little.” Jake was being as gentle as he ever could be. “Let me know if I'm hurtin’ you.” The steam from the shower filled the bathroom as you sat on the little shower stool. The hot water cascaded down your naked self taking all the grimy sticky remanence from surgery away with it.

“Feels perfect.” You sighed in relief at the feeling of being clean once again, Jake stood behind you washing your body with a small lofa in soft circular motions. Under the water with you. It wasn't awkward to see each other so exposed, however, given the circumstances, you felt incredibly vulnerable. “Can you get my neck a little more?” Jake obliged to your request and moved the soap free suds around your next. It felt surreal, otherworldly even after the last few days. You let the silence fall around you as you reveled in the sensation of Jake's hands roaming your naked body in a not so sexual way. It felt nice to be touched in such a way that made you feel safe.

“Jake–?” Your voice sounded softer than it did just a few moments ago, your eyes lingered over to the sink where in the corner of your eye, you could see the clippers you’d bought with you to the hospital in preparation for this very moment. Originally you were going to do it yourself, then, you thought perhaps you could ask your mother–but now, sitting under the stream of steady warm water with Jake helping to cleanse your weakened body post surgery– you knew you had to ask him.

“Yeah Honey?” Jake cooed as he washed your body, being ever so careful to not knock and bump the cords and wires that were still attached to your arms. Doctor Ignatii had assured Jake they could get wet–but he was still sus.

“Will–will you shave my head?” The silence that followed as deafening as you felt Jake's hands nearly came to a complete stop. “I just–I dont think I'm strong enough to do it myself.” Again, Jake's silence was all consuming. “You don't have to if you don't want to, I uh–i understand if it’s too big of an ask–I can always ask mu–” Before you could go off on a tangent, Jake was interrupting as he came around to kneel before you.

“No, no Honey, of course I'll help you.” Jake made sure to clarify. “It's just–it's just no one ever prepares you for your wife to ask you to do something like this.” You saw the sadness in Jake's eyes, the understanding and compassion. “But of course, yes, I'll do whatever you need me to and if being your barber is something you need then consider me the best in the biz.”

Your heart couldn't contain itself inside your chest as you reached out to caress Jake's scruffed cheek. For whatever reason, you couldn't stop the worlds from escaping your lips.

“I love you–” The Pomegranate truly is the perfect symbol when comparing the differences between men and women. The enjoyment of a pomegranate is something that cannot and shouldn’t be rushed. Instead, it's something that requires patience and gentle hands. With deliberation and commitment comes the reward of its sweet flesh.

Jake knew it was the environment, the situation and the fear of being slowly taken by disease, but he couldn't help but to lean in, cup your face and kiss you like he’d missed you everyday since you left him back in January. The slow pull of desire ached in Jake's chest as your tongue danced with his: and as he pulled away to let his forehead rest against yours? He allowed himself just a single moment of reprieve:

“I love you so much Honey–oh so much.”

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Code Baby- J. Seresin

➣pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!wife

➣word count: 4k ➣warnings: child birth, mentions of a miscarriage, Rooster being a total himbo, cursing. ➣synopsis: Elliot Lewis Seresin has decided to take his sweet time coming into the world. But then he realizes he's Hangman's son, and finds the need for speed early. ➣Opposites Attract Masterlist || Masterlist

It was literally going to be anyday. The little boy in her belly was running out of room, and driving his mother crazy. Y/N had always carried right to term with her older two babies. Ella and Alex had been punctual, showing up on their due date. But for some reason, Baby Boy Seresin decided he didn’t want to come on his due date. He was comfortable right where he was, sitting high up in his mother’s belly. Y/N had let out a curse when she went to her 39 week doctor's appointment, and Dr. Carpenter had told her that her baby was yet to drop.

Jake’s mother, Jolene, had told Y/N this is exactly what happened when she was pregnant with Jake. Jake was her third baby too, and for some reason, the most stubborn one. He had decided to stay tucked away inside her womb for two whole weeks, and Jolene had to be induced, and even then, Hangman still took his time. Y/N found it comical that Jake was so late, because he had a thing against being late to anything.

“I am tired of this!” Y/N groaned, as she sat down on the couch, “God, can you speed it up please, you’re past your eviction,” She poked at her belly, receiving a nudge in response. She was, just like Jolene was with Jake, two weeks overdue, and growing impatient by the day. Doctor Carpenter said that if Baby Boy didn’t come by the end of the week, then they would be inducing her on monday. The only good thing was that she wasn’t pregnant in the summer. It was February now, and the wilted roses Jake had gotten her for Valentine’s day were still sitting on the counter.

“At least it’s not hot out,” Jake said, walking down the hallway, and placing a kiss on her forehead, “I gotta head back to work. Elles is napping.”

“Thank you for stopping by during lunch,” She said, and tried pushing herself up from the couch, which was a lot harder now with her belly in the way. She let out a huff of air and Jake smiled, helping her up from the couch, “And thank you for helping me get off the couch.”

“Anything for you, sweets,” Jake kissed her lips, “Phoenix said she’ll be by this afternoon to pick Ella up for dance, Rooster and Bob are gonna get Alex from school. I got a late hop this afternoon.”

As much as Jake had grumbled about, he loved the fact that his kids were in dance. Jake had done dance as a child, and he swears that it helped with his agility as an athlete and now as an aviator. And, his kids were pretty good at it, which made it even more fun to have them enrolled. Y/N usually took them to dance, and Jake picked them up. But with her being about ready to pop, the other members of the Dagger Squad had volunteered to take the kids. Y/N waddled behind her husband, walking him to the door.

“Bye,” Jake said, and kissed her again. He then squatted down to be eye level with her bump, “Bye to you too, better not show up while I’m at work.”

“Doubtful,” Y/N rolled her eyes and rubbed her belly, “If the sex and spicy food didn’t kick start his eviction, I don’t think sitting on the couch watching Supernatural reruns will either.”

“You never know,” Jake shrugged and stood back up. He kissed his wife one more time, before reluctantly heading for his truck. Jake had gotten a new truck when Y/N said she was pregnant with baby number three. The truck had basically become Jake’s third child, with the amount of time and care he put into it. Y/N waved at her husband as he pulled out of the driveway, and once his truck disappeared down the street, she walked back inside, and back down on the couch.

The rest of her afternoon went fairly smoothly. Ella napped for about an hour and was ready to bake cookies for the Dagger Squad when she woke up. If you thought Y/N Seresin was impatient, you clearly haven't met Ella Monica Seresin. Ella was excited to be a big sister, and was taking the role of it well. Jake and Y/N had been a bit nervous, knowing the bad rap that middle children got. But Ella was a good sister, and got along well with Alex, and was head over heels in love with the idea of having a little brother to dress up and play tea party with.

“How much longer until Baby is here?” Ella asked as Y/N helped her get in her tights and leotard for dance.

“He’ll be here soon, Elles,” Y/N said, and helped put her tutu on the little girl, “You’re gonna help me with him right?”

“Of course! He’s my baby too!” Ella smiled, and ran out of the room.

Y/N sighed as she leaned back in the rocking chair, and took a deep breath as she felt another jolt of pain through her body. She had been feeling some contractions for the better part of the past month. But Doctor Carpenter only said she was a centimeter dilated at her appointment last week. She groaned as she felt her stomach tighten, and closed her eyes. Ella came running back in, and stopped in the doorway sensing something was wrong. Ella was smart like her dad, and could tell when something was off even though she didn’t really understand it.

“Mommy? What’s wrong?” Ella asked, and slowly made her way to her mom’s side.

“Nothing baby,” Y/N smiled, and ran her hand over Ella’s cheek, “Just your brother is moving around. Probably so he can get ready to come and meet you soon.”

Ella smiled, and laid her cheek on Y/N’s belly. Y/N ran her hand over her blonde locks of hair as the doorbell rang. Ella perked her head up and went sprinting down the hallway. Y/N pushed herself up from the rocking chair, pausing as she felt a wave of pain ripple through her back. She carefully got up on her shaky feet, and walked down the hallway, keeping one hand on the wall, and one on her belly.

“That’s so cool-” Phoenix’s words were cut off as Y/N walked into the living room, “Ella, why don’t you go wait outside with Uncle Bob.” Ella nodded and went running off, as Y/N finally made it to the couch, “Is it contractions? Do I need to call Jake?”

“No, not contractions,” Y/N said, brushing her off, “Not even close yet. He was still sitting up too high three days ago.”

“Yeah well, he looks like he’s dropped now,” Phoenix said, as Rooster walked through the door, a look of concern on his face.

“Ella said something is wrong,” Rooster said.

“Nothing is wrong! Can you just. . .” Y/N took a deep breath as another contraction rippled through her body, “Phoenix, can you take the kids to dance, please.” Phoenix and Rooster shared a look, but they both knew better than to argue with Y/N. Phoenix nodded and got up off the couch.

“She starts going into labor or her contractions get closer, you call Jake and then me,” Phoenix said and Rooster nodded.

Bob walked into the house as Phoenix walked out, and his eyes widened. He had grown up on a farm, he knew a laboring mom when he saw one. He opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N shot him a death glare that made the back of his neck turn red. Instead, he walked over to the couch and sat down next to her, grabbing her arm and looking at the watch on her wrist. He counted the seconds until she released a slow breath.

“Thirty seconds?” Bob asked, and Y/N nodded.

“Every fifteen minutes or so. This isn’t labor, so shut up,” Y/N demanded and Bob nodded, “When is Jake off?”

“Not sure,” Rooster said, “They wanted to get some night training in. My guess is maybe nineteen hundred.” Y/N looked at the clock and saw that it was only 4 in the afternoon. It would be another three hours until Jake was home with the kids. She groaned and leaned back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.

The moment of bliss didn’t last long. It was about an hour after Bob and Rooster had arrived that Y/N’s contractions had gotten worse, and closer together. Rooster looked on the verge of a breakdown as Bob added counterpressure to Y/N’s back as she stood at the counter trying to make dinner.

“I think we need to go to the hospital,” Rooster said.

“No!” Y/N said, and took in a short breath, “I’m fine.” She sniffled and stood up straighter, pushing Bob’s hands away as she walked back over to the vegetables she was cutting. Rooster shot Bob a look of complete helplessness. Bob knew that Y/N would go to the hospital when she felt ready to. She had two babies before this and knew what labor was like. If she felt more comfortable at home for a while, then she was going to stay at home. They would have to take her when she made up her mind.

“You heard her,” Bob shrugged and went back to helping her cut veggies.

“You two,” Rooster pointed between the two of them, “Are insane.”

Y/N and Bob laughed at Rooster, as he finally sat down in a chair instead of pacing a hole into her kitchen floor. Bob kept an eye on Y/N, timing how long her contractions lasted and the break in between them. Bob was a little nervous, but he tried to keep his nerves at bay, and did what he could to help Y/N through them. Everything seemed fine, as the three of them carried on a conversation about Rooster’s failing love life with Phoenix’s sister, Dragon. Every so often Rooster would pause and get that jolt in his bones as Y/N would grasp on to the counter as he belly tightened with a contraction. It all seemed to be fine. . .until she felt her water break.

“Oh okay, listen, we’re going now,” Rooster said, standing up from his chair, and going to her side. She grabbed onto his arm, feeling dizzy from the onset of sudden pain. She looked up at Bob, and he looked like a deer in the headlights. His calm flyboy demeanor went out the window when he realized that look on her face.

“We’re not gonna make it,” Bob said.

“The fuck you mean ‘we’re not gonna make it’” Rooster said mocking Bob’s accent.

“Hey! Not nice,” Y/N said.

“Sorry Floyd,” Rooster said.

“I mean, she’s not gonna make it to the hospital. Rooster, get her to the bedroom. Y/N, where are your towels?” Bob asked, moving quickly down the hallway.

“Last closet on the right!” Y/N called out, and pushed herself away from Rooster, who was trying to comprehend what he was just told.

“Oh my god, you mean it literally,” Rooster moved, and offered his arm to Y/N. He slowly lowered her down to the bedroom floor. Bob came in with towels and started spreading them around as Y/N tried breathing through contractions. The rush through her body let her know that Baby Boy Seresin had made up his mind, and he suddenly had the need for speed.

“Oh my god!” She cursed, as she felt her baby drop. Rooster felt like he was going to pass out or throw up, or both, “Oh it hurts!”

“You sure we can’t get to the-”

“No time!” Y/N gritted out, cutting Rooster off.

“Call 9-1-1, and then Jake,” Bob said, as he got down on the floor in front of Y/N, “Are you okay with this? We can wait.”

“No! Bob, I need to push!” Y/N groaned, “Better you than Birdboy.”

“The miracle of life is not for everyone, Y/N!” Bradley yelled, as he looked up from calling the paramedics. He put the phone on speaker as it rang and set it down next to Bob, “You know what you’re doing?”

“I delivered cows before,” Bob said.

“Did you just compare me to a fucking cow, Floyd!”

“I-”

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” Bob was saved by the operator answering.

“My friend is having a baby,” Bob said, as calmly as he could. He remembered from the times he did deliver cows, that you being nervous didn’t help the mom at all.

“What’s your name sir, and is she crowning?” Bob looked up at Y/N, and she nodded at him to remove the shorts she wore.

“My name is Bob, and yeah, she is.”

Rooster gagged at the sight in front of him, “Oh god, that’s not normal.”

“Rooster, fuck off,” Y/N groaned feeling the overwhelming urge to push, “I need to push!”

“That’s good,” The operator said, “One that next contraction I want you to push, okay!”

“Okay,” Y/N said as she tried to sit up a bit, “Rooster, get behind me.”

“Y/N, please don’t make me,” Rooster whined, but if looks could kill, Rooster would be dead on sight. In this moment, Bradley Bradshaw was more scared of shy, quiet Y/N Seresin than he had ever been in his whole Naval career, and he had barely survived the Uranium Mission. Bradley gulped and moved to sit behind her, having her back against his chest.

“Fuck! Okay, I’m pushing!” Y/N cried out, as she bore down, gripping onto Rooster’s hands tightly as she pushed. Bob did his best to encourage her, while Rooster closed his eyes at the pain of her grip. He didn’t know how she got so strong.

“What do you see, Bob?” The operator asked.

“His head,” Bob said, “N-no cord, that’s good right?”

“That is!” The operator said, and Bob smiled, “Since there is no cord, momma just needs to keep pushing until the baby’s head is born.”

“Come on, Y/N, push!” Bob said, as he watched the woman’s face contort in pain as she pushed. Bob’s blue eyes were wide with fear and wonder as he watched her. He had seen the miracle of birth before, but this was a whole nother level, “Okay! Head’s out.”

“Gross,” Rooster gagged.

“Okay, that was the hardest part,” The operator said, “Ambulance is fifteen minutes out, but this next part will go quickly. Bob, you need to support the baby’s head and position them upwards. Do you have a shirt, or towel to help you catch them?”

“Yeah, I have a towel!” Bob said, and grabbed a spare towel from the side of him, and draped it over his arms.

“Next contraction, I need momma to give it her all, okay?”

“I’m fucking trying!” Y/N cursed. Rooster grabbed a cloth and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “Fucking Christ!” This was probably the most either man had heard Y/N curse, but neither one blamed her.

Bob did what the operator told him, angling the baby upward as Y/N pushed with all the strength she had. Y/N could feel the searing pain in her body and then the relief as Baby Boy Seresin left her body. She gasped and leaned back against Rooster, who’s brown eyes were wet with tears as he looked at the newborn in Bob’s arms.

“Bob, you need to clear out their nose and mouth airway,” The operator said, and Bob nodded, grabbing the bulb syringe he had found in the nursery. He did as directed, “You need to get him to cry.”

“Come on,” Bob said, as he rubbed the baby’s back, “Come on!”

“Why isn’t he crying!?” Y/N called out, “Bob! What’s wrong?”

“He’s just. . .” Bob kept rubbing the baby’s back, trying to get him to cry. He could hear Rooster, Y/N and the operator calling to him, asking him the same question: why isn’t he crying. Bob felt his heart beat in his ears as he repeated for Baby Boy Seresin to cry. The second that cry broke, Bob sighed in relief, “Stubborn.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N said, and leaned back. Bob handed Y/N her baby, placing him on her chest. She rubbed his back gently as he cried, “Hi, buddy. You’re not supposed to be here, but we’re happy you’re here.”

“Paramedics!”

— — —

Jake smiled as he walked into the locker room after his hop. He had successfully shot down the top two pilots in his current class. Jake loved being an instructor. He said it was as rewarding as being a father. Opening his locker, he was met with the various pictures of his family, and it made his heart swell with pride. He grabbed his phone, turned it on and sat down on the bench. He was one of the few who didn’t take his phone up with him or into the classroom. He said it distracts him. But now, he was wishing he took it. Jake stood up quickly, reading the messages, and felt his heart beating out of his chest. He didn’t even grab his bag as he ran out of the locker room.

“Seresin!” Admiral Bates yelled as the blonde pilot ran into him as he left the locker room.

“S-sorry!” Jake yelled as he ran down the hallway towards the doors. He quickly dialed Rooster’s number as he jumped into the truck, turning it on quickly and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Hello?” Rooster answered.

“The fuck you mean she had the baby!?”

“Oh like, Bob is holding your son right now.”

“And no one thought to fucking get me?! Where are you?”

“Memorial Hospital. And we were kinda busy with the fact that your wife had him on your bedroom floor.”

“She fucking what?”

“Is that Jake?” He could hear Y/N’s voice from the other side, “Hang up and tell him I’ll fill him in when he gets here.”

“Rooster, don’t you fucking hang-” Jake’s threat was cut off by the end tone of the call, “Fucking dammit.”

Jake probably broke every traffic law as he got to the hospital in record time. Rooster was in the waiting room with Alex and Ella, the two little Seresins running over to their dad as he walked in. Jake looked a mess, a layer of sweat covering his body. He had tried to calm his nerves, but he wasn’t sure what the status of his wife and newborn were. He assumed because she was telling Rooster to hang up, that she was okay. Rooster didn’t say much as he walked Jake down to Y/N’s room other than the fact he is surprised he didn’t pass out.

“But you should’ve seen Bob, he was amazing!” Rooster said, as he opened the door to the room. Y/N turned her head from the WSO who was sitting in the rocking chair next to her, and smiled at her husband.

“Hey,” She said, and Jake looked exhausted, “You kinda missed a lot.”

“I see that,” Jake sighed, as he set his daughter down, and walked over to his wife. He kissed her and caressed her cheek, “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Little sore, a little traumatized, but I’ll survive.”

“I might not!” Rooster said from the doorway. Y/N gave her kids a look and then a nod.

“Attack Uncle Birdy!” Ella said, and turned around shoving Rooster out of the door, with Alex doing the same. Rooster laughed as they pushed him out, and he picked them both up in his strong arms and carried them down the hall to the waiting room.

“So that’s him,” Jake said, looking over at the newborn in Bob’s arms, “You delivered my son, Floyd?”

“I did, Bagman,” Bob said, and looked up from the baby. He gave Y/N and Jake a little half smile, before looking back down at the baby. Bob was amazed at the tiny human in his arms. He had never held a baby before. He was always too scared to hold Ella when she was younger (she was also really squirmy so it didn’t help), but Baby Boy Seresin was sleeping peacefully in his Uncle Bob’s arms. Jake walked over to the other side, and looked over the WSO’s shoulder at his son.

“Here, you should hold him,” Bob said, and handed the baby to Jake, “I’ve had my fair share.”

“You’re welcome to hold him anytime you want, Bob,” Y/N said as Jake sat down next to her, “We have you to thank for getting him here safely.” Bob blushed and scratched at the back of his neck. Y/N and Jake shared a look, an unspoken agreement, “Would you be Elliot’s godfather?”

“You really mean that?” Bob asked, his eyes filling with tears, “I mean, you don’t have to because I helped deliver him. Any of us would’ve done it. Maybe not Bradshaw because he looked close to death.”

“We mean it,” Jake said, “You gotta make sure he gets into UT.”

“Or Yale,” Y/N said, and Jake rolled his eyes.

“Being a longhorn is cooler,” Jake whispered to his son, and kissed his forehead.

“I can do that,” Bob nodded and smiled, “Thank you. I promise, I won’t let you down.”

“We know,” Y/N said and let out a yawn, “Now get out of here, go have a drink for me. I know you need it.”

“Yeah,” Bob said, “Gotta call my mom and tell her.”

Y/N giggled as Bob left the room, leaving the three of them alone. It felt like when she had Alex all over again. Just the three of them cuddled on the bed together. They both looked over the features of their beautiful boy. Eli already had Jake’s beautiful green eyes, just like his siblings. Y/N and Jake had determined that Eli was probably going to be like Jake, stubborn and hardheaded, but now that he was here in their arms, they were seeing how he was like his mother.

“This is our last baby,” Y/N said, sadly, “Our rainbow baby.”

“You really want this to end?” Jake asked her.

“See, if you asked me during labor, I would’ve said yes,” Y/N laughed, “But I’m not sure now. This is our last newborn phase. I’m not sure if I am one hundred percent sure to be done with it yet, but knowing how hard it was to get to this point. . . I might be okay with it.”

Jake lifted his baby to his nose, and took in a sniff of his scent, “God, I’ll miss the way they smell when they are babies. Ella always smells like jet fuel and worms.”

“Hey!” Y/N laughed, hitting her husband’s shoulder gently, “She’s like her handsome father, adventurous.”

“And Alex is like his beautiful mother, a kind soul,” Jake said, and kissed his wife, “And who will you be like, mister Elliot Lewis Seresin?”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Tailspin

The story of Pete "Maverick" Mitchell’s wild descent into love with none other than his number one rival’s girlfriend.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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vintagemulti · 2 years

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rainfall (part five)

pairings: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x pilot!reader

desc: there was always going to be a final mission. maybe this was yours, maybe it was bradley’s. only time can tell.

warnings: swearing, blood, canon typical injury, alcohol mentions, sex mentions, family loss/death, suicide/depression

a/n: this is technically the second last part☹️ part seven is a little different and might not make you guys love me but .. a writer will do what a writer has to do. sorry for the wait btw, i’ve been suuuper busy.

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it was cold now. your flight suit felt frozen stuck to your body, glued on with the cold sweat running down your back. your head hurt, ringing in your ears being something you had to constantly push away.

bradley sat in the same silence with you, heavy breathing being a tell that he was stressed; you’d been in this room for hours. what felt like days, really. you were waiting for the news about pheonix and bob.

in the silence, you swore you could hear his heart beat. you could hear the thrum of the air around him, hear the blood rushing through his veins. it was something you’d never admit; that even with two of your teammates in hospital, all you could think about was bradley.

it was two days away from his dads anniversary. god - how long would it be? twenty years? twenty two? you didn’t keep count. the only measurement for you was bradley getting older, becoming one of the world’s best pilots, and his dad wasn’t there to see it.

god, if you could swap places with goose, let yourself die for him to see his son grow, you would. you would do it a hundred times over.

you never met goose, but from the stories carole had told you over dinner and the tales from the older pilots, you felt like you knew him a little bit. carole always told you that she saw goose in bradley, in everything he did.

and from what you’d heard, he was his father’s son.

a door opening broke your thoughts, you and bradley turning in unison.

“pheonix broke her arm,” maverick started, closing the door behind him. “bob’s only god a few scratches.”

you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. but then it came to you - fuck, pheonix couldn’t fly with a broken arm. fuck.

“i’ve never lost a wingman,” bradley mumbled, not meeting mavericks eye.

“fly for long enough, it happens.” maverick replied.

that seemed to tip bradley over the edge, him taking the few steps forward to where maverick was stood, only a few centimetres between them.

“why did you pull my papers?” he almost yelled.

you knew the question was coming, really, how long could he avoid it for? maverick had to be held accountable at some point.

“you weren’t ready,” maverick answered, not sounding like he was sure in his answer. “you just- you weren’t ready, bradley.”

“and that was your fucking call to make!?” bradley was fully yelling now.

“look, bradley-”

“you set my career back by four fucking years!”

hanging your head, you looked down at the floor below you and leant against the nearest wall, back pressing against the concrete. this was not your argument to get involved in.

“bradley, you need to believe in me! i know why i did it, alright?” maverick raised his hands in defence.

a beat.

“my dad believed in you,” you snapped your head up at the mention of goose. “i’m not gonna make thay same mistake.”

maverick’s mouth hung slightly open. another beat. he looked like he was ready to say something, when a knock interrupted him.

“maverick?” a voice came from the door.

he turned, giving bradley one last, hurt look before he walked out of the door. you could see his shadow from behind the blurred glass, someone seemed to be breaking news to him.

“fuckin’ hate him.” bradley mumbled, kicking a nearby chair.

your head turned first, eyes still invested in whatever maverick was being told. “yeah, i don’t blame you.”

“god, i wish it was him that died instead of my dad.”

the sentence took you by surprise - sure, bradley had made some pretty snide comments about maverick before, but nothing quite as harsh as that.

did you blame him? no. it was two days until his dads anniversary, after all.

tom “iceman” kazansky was a man you’d came across many times. when you entered the naval academy, a massive picture of him greeted you at the door. at the base in fightertown, another massive picture of him.

you looked at the picture of him, the exact same one. it didn’t have the plaque underneath it this time, though. just propped up on a stand, in front of the coffin.

the coffin. god, you couldn’t believe iceman was gone. he was a good pilot, an even better man.

funerals were not your favourite thing; not just because you had to keep your back straight, chin up, wearing that ridiculous hat, no. you hated funerals because all it did was reinforce your fear.

you were afraid to die.

not of death, you were actually quite curious as to where you go after life. but it was dying that scared you, being gone from the face of the earth, like you never even existed.

the question kept you up at night, one that a teammate had asked you years ago after a bad mission;

“rainfall,” they had mumbled, half asleep on the carrier.

you’d hummed a reply, staring at the ceiling.

“if it was you that died today,” they said. “do you think anyone would mourn you?”

and that was the question that had plagued you for the last god knows how many years. would anyone mourn you?

your parents were both dead, you didn’t have any siblings, any immediate family. all your friends were from work, people who were so accustomed to death that they’d easily be able to fly the day after your death.

bradley was the only person who came to mind when you thought of someone mourning you. you were his best friend, surely he’d miss you? if it wasn’t prolonged and expected, surely he would be upset.

but that’s what scared you; a sudden death. dying without completing your bucket list.

and right on the top of your bucket list was, underlined over and over again, circled in ball point pen;

tell bradley you love him.

you didn’t care if it was a deathbed confession. you would not let yourself die, not without knowing that bradley was aware he held the key to your heart. something he’d had since the first time you met, all those years ago.

and that’s what you thought about for the whole funeral. you couldn’t keep your mind off of the subject, it kept creeping back into the forefront of your mind like a parasite.

not even the guns, the trumpet, the chatter of the people around you could break you from your thoughts.

but then another question popped into your head. someone was telling lies yesterday, and you wanted to know why.

making your way through the small crowd, you eyed maverick, who was speaking to mrs. kazansky.

“mrs kazansky,” you smiled at her, giving her a brief hug. “i’m so sorry for your loss, really.”

“thank you, lieutenant.”

“i was wondering if i could steal maverick, just for a few minutes?”

she nodded, “of course.”

bidding her a quick goodbye, you led maverick away from the crowd, somewhere much quieter.

“what’s all this about, rainfall?” he asked, looking around.

“you lied.” you stated.

he furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly. “about what?”

“why you pulled bradley’s papers. it wasn’t because you didn’t think he was ready, was it?”

maverick sighed, bowing his head a little. “rainfall, that’s personal. i can’t tell you shit like that.”

“what?” you shrugged. “i’m not gonna tell bradley. it’s been bugging me, mav. you ruined his career - he could’ve been a captain by now.”

“why do you care?”

“because if you didn’t pull those papers, i never would have met him. i owe you something, but i want to know why you did it.”

maverick bit the inside of his cheek, looking quickly back at the crowd before back to you. “you cannot tell bradley, alright?”

you raised your hand, showing him your three-fingered salute. “scouts honour.”

“you weren’t in the scouts.”

“doesn’t matter.”

maverick laughed a little, looking away for a moment before he met your eyes. “i pulled bradley’s papers because his mom asked me to.”

“wait-” you couldn’t hide your surprise. “carole asked you to stop him joining the navy?”

“she didn’t want him to end up like his dad,” he nodded. “she begged me to stop him from joining.”

“holy shit,” you mumbled. “maverick, you should tell him, he- he hates you, mav. he fucking hates you, ‘cause he thinks you pulled his papers for no reason.”

maverick suddenly looked very serious. “no. rainfall, i will never tell him, and you won’t either.”

“why? maverick, why do you want him to hate you?”

a beat and- oh. oh.

“you want him to hate you so he doesn’t hate carole.” you answered your own question.

“yeah, something like that.”

it had never crossed your mind before, that maybe, just maybe, pete mitchell was a good man. who did things out of selflessness, in other peoples best interest.

you felt a drop of respect for him deep into you.

“is that all you wanted to ask me?” maverick asked.

nodding, you said; “yeah, that’s it. thanks, mav.”

“no, it’s alright.”

you were halfway away from him when he called back to you;

“and don’t you fucking dare tell your boyfriend!”

you were beginning to think the people on your team just looked for an excuse to drink. it was fanboy who had suggested it; going to the hard deck after the funeral. everyone else seemed more than happy to be there.

well, almost everyone else.

both you and bradley had barely touched your drinks, only speaking when someone spoke to you. for him, you assumed it was the lingering thought of his father’s anniversary, which was backed up by the countless amounts of times that his eyes flicked back to outside the window, looking out at the ocean.

but for you, it was different. you just had a feeling. a bad feeling, in the pit of your stomach. that kind of feeling that you couldn’t shake, no matter how many times you tried to take your mind off of it.

a feeling that was only made worse by your phone screen lighting up with a call; maverick.

“hey, i’ll just be a second,” you mumbled to bob, who was sitting next to you.

“i’ll watch your drink.” he smiled back.

making your way through the crowd, you pushed open the back door, hot summer air hitting your face as soon as you stepped out.

“hey, mav.” you answered the call, lifting your phone to your ear.

“rainfall, hey,” he sounded breathless. “have you been drinking?”

“um,” you trailed out the syllable. “i’ve had like two drinks, yeah.”

“of what?”

“blue WKD, why do you care?”

“i need a favour,” maverick said, desperation in his voice. “like, a really big favour.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you took a breath. “what is it?”

silence came through the receiver, silence so loud you thought he had hung up on you.

“maverick?” you said, hoping he was still there.

a sigh; “you’re not gonna like it, rainfall.”

you laughed lightly. “how back could it be?”

it was worse than bad.

it was absolutely bat shit, off the rails, fucking mental. completely and utterly crazy. you could lose your job for this - fuck, you could be dishonourably discharged. you could lose everything.

and yet, you still said yes.

you said yes, and for the first time since you left the naval academy, your hands were shaking as you got ready to take off. literally - you had to grip your gearstick ten times tighter than normal just so you wouldn’t shake it.

fuck, you were crazy for this one.

“rainfall, you’re cleared for takeoff.” maverick said over the radio.

taking a deep breath, you tried to push the worries to the back of your mind. maverick had explained exactly how you would get out of this, and you trusted him.

you trusted him, right?

feeling yourself be pushed back in your seat, you nodded. you trusted him. as the carrier faded away below you gained more height, you saw maverick take off behind you, following you to the coordinates he had set.

“maverick to controls, requesting route coordination.”

“this is controls, we see you and the request is approved but, uh- you weren’t scheduled for a coordination.”

“i know,” you could almost feel his smirk through the radio. “but i’m gonna do it anyway.”

if only you could have seen the rest of your teams face, thousands of feet away, listening to the radio in complete silence. even hangman had shut up.

“for the record, i’m here with rainfall, who is here completely against her will because i told her if she didn’t do this i would kick her out of the training program. isn’t that right, rainfall?”

“oh, absolutely,” you smirked. “i had no idea this is what we were meant to be doing.”

“alright, what the fuck.” bradley sighed, eyes glued to the board in front of him.

the admiral that had tried to take over from maverick was staring too, face in complete disbelief.

“change the time to one-fifteen, please.” you said, timer changing from four minutes to one minute and fifteen seconds.

“that’s impossible.” fanboy piped up from on the carried, voicing what everyone was thinking.

you imagined someone saying that exact thing, half annoyed that you couldn’t be there to see it. god - it would’ve been so funny to see all their faces, completely shocked that good old rainfall was willing to break the rules.

you wanted to see it so badly that you’d asked pheonix to take pictures of hangman and bradley’s faces when they realised what you were doing. you would frame them, put them front and centre on your mantle.

“alright maverick, i’m in place. how far away are you?” you asked.

“right behind you.” he said, and looking over your shoulder you saw him appear not far behind you.

“ready to begin in three, two, one.. start.”

the timer on your dashboard turned red, ticking down as you instantly sped up, the familiar feeling of g-force pushing down on you at every turn.

this route was almost muscle memory now, you’d done it so often. but this was the quickest you’d ever been asked to do it in, your personal best being one minute and twenty seconds.

but personal bests are made to be broken.

“can’t keep up, old man?” you laughed, seeing maverick slip slightly behind you in the course.

“god, you’re fast.” he mumbled back.

laughing a little, you checked the timer. you were thirty seconds in, and you were more than half way there - in fact, you were almost ready to start the climb up.

“hurry up, maverick. i’m almost there.”

back on the carrier, there was silence in the meeting room. complete quiet, everyone watching the little planes on the board love forward, yours almost at the target. the closer you got, the rowdier your teammates became. a few of them were standing, not able to believe their eyes.

bradley’s hands shook. he knew you were a good pilot, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. this was it, he was sure. this was the end of your navy career. how the fuck were you meant to get out of this one?

“alright, mav, i’m getting ready to drop.” you said, the target coming into your view.

“go for it.”

that was all you needed; your missile lock almost instantly catching onto the target, pressing the button as soon as you heard the dial tone.

“bombs away!” you called.

“good, now get ready for that pull up.” maverick responded.

you heard the bang, looking behind you for a moment to check where it had landed.

“bullseye! mav, you’re open to drop!” you yelled.

your teammates in the carrier cheered, almost not believing that this was really happening.

and then came the pull up, the dreaded fucking pull up. you had thirty seconds left to get out of there, and as long as you didn’t faint, everything would be fine.

as long as you didn’t faint.

“getting ready to drop.” was the last thing you heard over the radio before your ears went that familiarly cloudy way.

it was a feeling you didn’t get used to, the light, floaty, thoughtless feeling. it was nice, sure, but a little unsettling.

like your brain had gone completely blank, all trains of thought stopping service. quiet. completely, utterly quiet.

until it wasn’t to quiet.

“bullseye!” maverick yelled, bringing you back out of your trance.

you let yourself go level, having pulled up enough. checking the timer, there was less than fifteen seconds left. that was enough time for maverick to get out, right?

the seconds ticked down so slowly, like they were waiting years before changing. thirteen, twelve, eleven. he had to hurry up. eight, seven, six, five. he was never going to make it.

three, two, one-

“made it!” maverick finally called, coming level with you.

letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, you swore you could hear the cheers of your teammates below you. they were loud enough that you could hear them from space.

bradley breathed a sigh of relief too, but still felt the tension in his stomach. it was all well and good that you had proved a point, but was it worth losing your job, your everything, over?

you thought about that question as you waiting outside the admirals office. was this worth losing your job over? in the name of proving a fucking point?

god, you hoped maverick had covered your ass with his story.

“come in, lieutenant.” a voice called from behind the door.

taking a deep breath, you pushed it open. it wasn’t like you’d never been yelled at before, of course you had. but this? this was different. you could lose everything.

“admiral.” you saluted, standing completely straight.

“now i don’t know if you’re suicidal, hate your job, or just really love proving points, but whatever one it is, you’re asking to be dishonourably discharged.”

“sir, if i may-”

“no, you may not, lieutenant. you stole a multi-million dollar aircraft, and flew it in a way that it may never be flown again. i don’t know how many code of honour violations you’ve got, but for god’s sake, rainfall, you might as well have handed in your wings.”

you swallowed. maverick hadn’t covered your ass, after all.

“but none of that matters,” the admiral took a breath. “because you did it against your will.”

or maybe he had covered your ass.

the admiral turned to maverick, who was a few feet away from you. “you could have lost one of our best pilots her wings, maverick. i hope you know that.”

“yes, sir.” maverick said, eyes straight ahead.

walking away, the admiral elected to look out of the window. “you have both put me in an extremely difficult position. i can dishonourably discharge both of you and keep my authority in tact, or i can make maverick team leader and get this mission done.”

you prayed he picked the second one. not just for your sake, but for your entire teams.

maverick turned to you, making eye contact for a moment before looking back at the admiral. “sir, if you discharge anyone it should be me. lieutenant l/n is an extremely capable pilot, but she had to idea what she was doing was wrong.”

the admiral sighed, turning to look at you both. “the carrier leaves at zero-five hundred hours. don’t be late. both of you are dismissed.”

saluting him once more, you almost ran out of the office, back hitting the wall next to the door as you let out a sigh of relief.

maverick looked at you as he walked past, laughing lightly.

“good god, maverick, never make me do that again.” you pushed yourself off of the wall, following him down the corridor.

“what, you never been yelled at before?”

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ANGST

Try Losing One

After a big fight, Hangman takes a drive to clear his mind. A song that comes on the radio fits perfectly. Warnings: Fighting, Arguments.

Clock Don’t Stop

After a big fight, you need some time away from Jake. A song that you are listening to reminds you of a very important lesson. Can you and Jake fix things? Warnings: Angst, Fighting, Arguments.

Karma

The fight that leads up to the events of ‘Try Losing One’ and ‘Clock Don’t Stop’. Warnings: Cheating, Bad childhood, Arguments.

Nothing To Lose

The real reason behind why Jake Seresin’s flying is so reckless. Warnings: Car crashes, Death, Child loss.

Come Get Me

Your boyfriend comes to pick you up after a fight between your parents spirals out of control. Warnings: Angst, Parents fighting, Alcoholism, Cheating,Domestic violence, Arguing, Throwing objects, Panic attack.

I Hate You

Jake finds you injured in the parking lot. It leads to a confession of feelings you never saw coming. Warnings: Cuts, Scrapes, Drinking, Light angst, Enemies to lovers.

Cheap Perfume

After weeks of your boyfriend staying out until the early hours of the morning, you final find out why. Warnings: Cheating, Drinking, Break ups.

Forget Me Not

SMUT

Broken Boundaries

Things get taken too far in the bedroom. Warnings: smut, bondage, overstimulation, foul language, oral sex (f!recieving), fingering, use of safe word, daddy kink, aftercare.

FLUFF

Birthday Girl

Hangman wants to surprise you for your birthday. Warnings: None.

Shark Week

Jake comes home to find that you have an extremely sore back. Luckily, he’s become an expert at massaging it. Warnings: Periods, Cramps, Allusions of smut.

Ohio State

You take your fiance to an Ohio State football game. Warnings: None.

Summer Breeze

Jake shows you the perfect spot to escape the California summer heat. Warnings: None.

Cheering Casualty

Your boyfriend comes to watch you cheer. When something goes wrong, he immediately rushes you to the hospital. Warnings: Broken bones, Pain, Hospitals, light angst, Allusions of smut.

Prank Wars

When you and Iceman become invested in a prank war between Jake and Maverick, all bets are off. Warnings: None.

What Can I Say

At Peace

Jake comes home after a long day at work to find you asleep during the thunderstorm. He can’t help but join you. Warnings: None.

His Little Girl

You knew that Jake would be an amazing father to your baby girl. He didn’t hesitate to prove it. Warnings: pregnancy, hospital, & mentions of blood.

SERIES

Summer Chronicles

Ever since you and Jake were younger, you had been attached at the hip. It only seems like fate when the two of you become part of a permanent detachment in Mirimar.

When your friendship is tested in ways that it never has been before, will the two of you make it through? Will you end up as strangers? Or will you make it through with a newly formed bond? And maybe a new title to go with it. Warnings: Angst.

Something In The Orange

Forget Me Not

MOODBOARDS

Nothing To Lose || Moodboard

His Little Girl || Moodboard

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angelmavmurdock · 2 years

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Lock & Key: Part Four - B.B.

WARNINGS: a fight, some emotional damage, exposed secrets, and rooster being hot and wet...just your typical saturday. enjoy!

As soon as your boots touched ground, you ripped your helmet off, already fuming at the fact you failed at the mission. Rooster looked at you briefly as he walked to the training room, but turned his head away quickly. Bob walked hesitantly next to you, already having a feeling you were about to blow.

"Rooster." You called out.

He kept walking. You stood your ground and shouted.

"Rooster!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you. He was probably just as fuming as you. His hand gripped his helmet in one hand and the other held onto his tactical vest. He didn't move. And neither did you. It looked like a stand off.

"What the hell was that?" You gestured to the jets with your helmet.

"I'm gonna go..." Bob commented quietly, before slipping away inside.

Rooster shook his head and bore a cocky grin on his face.

"What?" You snapped, annoyed at him even more.

"We were the only team that got to the target, Locket." He stated.

"I fucking know that, Rooster, but we would have been dead the second we evacuated."

"Mitchell-"

"No," You silenced him, holding your finger up and walking towards him with purpose.

"We would have been dead, and it would have been your fault. Maybe you think you could get out of the insane dogfight that would occur after that but I know I wouldn't. 5th generation fighters, Rooster. You can't lag behind schedule. If I - as your wingman - advise and tell you to do something, for fucks sake just do it!"

You were out of breath when you finished ranting. Rooster stood in front of you, just listening to you fume. His jaw was clenched tightly, beads of sweat trickling down his temples and the bridge of his nose. You felt like you were burning up, again. Whether it was how raging you were or how hot the flight suit was, or even if it was because Rooster hadn't averted eye contact with you the whole time you were ranting to him.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a piece of shit, Locket." He said.

His volume and tone made you realise how loud you got. You felt sweat drip down the back of your neck and you shivered a little.

"Fuck," You sighed, wiping your sweaty upper lip.

"I didn't mean to...shout and talk to you like that." You told him.

"I'm sorry. But I know how risky this mission is and I don't want to lose anyone. I get that this is training but you have to think about the consequences that would come even if you were just 20 seconds late."

He nodded, looking away from you as if he couldn't stand to be around you any longer.

"I get told off enough by your Dad, y/n, I don't need it from you, too." He said.

He turned, giving you one last glance before walking back inside, rubbing the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

You sighed, letting your head roll back to your shoulders.

"Fuck me." You whispered, before regaining your composure and walking back inside.

Everyone changed back into regular uniform and were called to the briefing room to go over the failed missions. No one succeeded. You were the only team to actually get to the target but apart from that you were toast.

Phoenix and Bob sat down the front as usual, with Rooster by himself on the other side of them. You sat up the back yourself with Hangman in front of you and the rest of the team in their own pairings.

You had gone through everyone's mishaps and mistakes and everyone was doing the same thing. You were all going above ceiling height, or 'crashing', or in Hangman's case, going too fast.

"You kill everyone if you're too fast, Hangman." Rooster commented.

Hangman smirked and leaned back, "They couldn't keep up."

Everyone collectively rolled their eyes and your Dad moved onto you and Rooster's team.

"Why're you dead? You're team leader up there. Why are you - and why is your team dead?" Dad started, talking to Rooster and showing the GPS flight you took.

"Sir, they were the only one's who made it to the target-" Phoenix interrupted.

"A minute late. You gave the enemy aircraft time to shoot you all down. You are all dead." Your Dad spoke and you could feel a shift in his tone.

"You don't know that." Rooster interjected, looking down at his lap.

"You're not flying fast enough. You don't have a second to waste." Hangman said to Rooster.

You gulped, feeling something bigger brewing. Not only between Rooster and Hangman, but with your Dad, too. Something wasn't right. And you think you were the only person who felt it.

"We were the only team that made it to the target-"

"And a superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out." Your Dad argued.

"Then it's a dogfight." Rooster one-upped.

You shook your head at his response. You knew exactly why he was this way and so did your Dad. But the lid was about to pop off of whatever this three-way argument was.

"You have no chance against 5th generation pilots in an F-18, Rooster."

"It's not the plane, sir...it's the pilot." Rooster said in a commanding voice, knowing exactly what he was saying and why.

You sucked in a breath and held it. The tension could be cut with a knife. You looked at your Dad. He used his line.

"Exactly." Your Dad said in a shaky tone.

You exhaled sharply and held a hand over your mouth to compose yourself. Your Dad wasn't having any of Rooster's back chat and vice-versa. You felt hotter than you did up in the air.

"There's more than one way to fly this mission." Rooster stated matter-of-factly.

"You just don't get it do you?" Hangman scoffed, leaning forward.

You cringed, clamping your mouth shut, and looking at the back of the blonde's head as he spoke. Rooster didn't even turn around. He wasn't entertaining anything Hangman was saying.

"On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back."

You clenched your jaw. What was he getting at?

"No offence intended, of course." He added.

And the lid popped off.

"You're conservative. That's all. I get it." Hangman continued.

"Lieutenant, please." Your Dad pleaded.

This man needed a silencer. You were ready to go off on him at any point. You were armed and ready to go. Your foot bounced up and down in your claustrophobic boots, and your collar seemed to be getting tighter against your throat.

How dare he speak to Rooster like that. There are always rivalries with pilots but this was getting to be a step too far.

"Listen, Rooster. We need to get out of this mission alive. You have to go faster. This is no time to be thinking about the past."

Oh you fucking cunt, Hangman.

You looked to your Dad and he looked to you. The same look of dread at what you both know was about to happen. And neither of you could really stop it.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Rooster twisted his head to the right. He didn't turn fully. He just moved enough to show he was listening, now.

"Rooster-" Your Dad tried to cut in.

"I can't be the only one that knows that Maverick flew with his old man?"

"That's enough." Dad cut in again, his voice raising.

You gulped, shifting to the edge of your seat in case you needed to break up a fight. Or get in one. At the rate Hangman was going, you wouldn't be surprised. It wouldn't be your first rodeo fighting off an overly-cocky aviator.

"And he was flying when Rooster's old man-"

Rooster pounced and everyone shot up in their seats, fighting past their tables to reach both parties in time. Rooster swung at Hangman but he was dragged away at just the right time. You stood between the two of them, pushing Hangman back. Your Dad was still standing at the front of the class, frozen and unsure what to do. He was panicking now and you knew it.

"You son of a bitch!" Rooster shouted, still getting dragged back by Coyote and Fanboy.

Chairs and tables screeched and crashed onto the hard floor, everyone shouting at each other to keep people calm.

"Hey, I'm cool! I'm cool." Hangman shrugged the guys off of him, fixing his collar.

"But I mean...come on. You think we wouldn't find out about the Mitchell family, either?" Hangman added.

"Hangman. Shut the fuck up." You hissed at him, heading towards Rooster.

"It's not every day you get to be in the same class as your Dad, is it, Locket?" He taunted.

You shook your head, attempting to ignore his baseless words.

"She's just pissed she'll never fly as well as her old man. And maybe she's pissed that Rooster is getting favoured over her."

"Lieutenant Seresin!" Your Dad snapped.

You pressed a hand to his arm, attempting to calm him, and walked up to Hangman. You could feel your skin crawling with rage as you approached the cocky smirking pilot.

"Talk about me, my Dad, or Rooster like that ever again, and this will be your last fucking mission, Hangman." You threatened.

"That's enough." Your Dad's voice echoed in the silent room.

All you could hear were the heavy breaths of the team, and an ashamed silence. You backed up from Hangman and stood in the middle aisle between the two men and in front of your Dad, who's face had dropped and gone white. You clenched your jaw and hung your head in shame.

"Everyone is dismissed."

You stood next to your Dad in front of Admiral's Simpson and Bates. You were both getting told off for what happened today. Apparently your Dad had made a deal that no one was to know about your relationship so that they wouldn't think you were getting special treatment.

"Sir, I don't think this will make much difference. Hangman is arrogant, but he's a great pilot. He's only saying these things to get a rise out of Rooster." Your Dad told the Admirals.

"It's day three, Maverick. This can't happen. You need to fix this sooner rather than later." Bates told your Dad.

"I will, sir. I've got an idea for teamwork skills." He said.

"And Locket? You'll get away with speaking like that to Hangman because he was the one who instigated it, but if you ever use language like that again to anyone, you'll be forced off the team. Do you understand?"

You swallowed, "Yes, sir."

Both of the Admirals looked to each other then back to you and your dad, sighing.

"You're dismissed. Take the night off. Everyone needs time to rest." Bates added.

"Thank you, sir." Your Dad spoke, turning to the right and walking out the door, you following along.

You both sighed in relief as soon as the door closed behind you, leaning against the wall next to the door. Your Dad looked to you and you turned to look at him, smiling weakly.

"You alright?" He asked, reaching his hand over to yours.

You nodded, "I'll be fine. You?"

He exhaled through his nose and squeezed your hand, "I need the night off."

You smirked, "I get it."

You squeezed his hand back, "I'm your wingman, Dad. Always have been."

"Always will be, sweetie."

You smiled, letting go of his hand and pressing a kiss against his cheek before walking past him.

"I'm heading to get a shower. I'll see you back at the house?" You asked, walking backwards down the hall.

He saluted you, "Yes, ma'am."

You smiled and turned back, walking towards base camp.

You got to the locker rooms and prayed it would only be Bob or Phoenix or someone like that inside, as you heard showers going. You walked in and checked up and down the room, walking in confidently when you saw there was no one there. You got to your locker and put the key in, opening it up.

The locker room wasn't a place you loved. Especially now that they were unisex. Guys stank and were extremely messy. Girls were messy in a familiar, clean up later kind. But guys were just unnecessarily messy. In the academy, you and the rest of your class had to be pulled aside to get in trouble for having piss marks all over the toilet floor. That's how disgusting the men were. You'd think after years of practise, they'd know how to aim.

The lockers stunk of the usual sweat and BO, along with a few scents of cologne and perfume hovering in certain areas. You dug your towel and toilet bag out and sat them on the bench behind you.

When you looked back up, Rooster walked into the room. Your stomach dropped and your mouth went dry, swallowing as you caught his eye.

He had clearly just come out of the shower and was only wearing a towel lowly around his hips, his surprisingly ripped, tanned, torso glistening and dripping with water. His shoulders looked broad and muscular and you didn't fail to notice the dog tags he wore backwards around his neck. The chain sitting right below his Adams apple, and the dog tags sitting between his shoulder blades.

He noticed you looking him up and down. He didn't have anything new to look at but he still checked you out. You cleared your throat and placed your attention back on the locker.

He didn't say anything. And neither did you. You looked behind you slowly and watched as he took his uniform out, setting it on the bench between you. He caught you looking and you whipped your head around, closing your own locker.

"Saw you in Bate's office." He spoke.

The sound of his voice caused a ripple up your spine. You slowly turned, leaning back against the lockers. He kept his back to you, sorting his locker out. You were screaming inside.

Jesus Christ, when did he get this big?

"Yeah. I'm guessing you and Hangman got the same treatment?" You asked, folding your arms.

He nodded, looking back at you. His hair was messily tousled on his head and water droplets dripped onto his forehead and neck.

"Yeah, we did. I don't get why you had to be there, though."

You shrugged, "We were told to keep the father-daughter relationship on the down-low. They didn't want anyone thinking I'd get special treatment. But that's blown out the water now."

You sighed, pushing yourself off of the locker and you swung a leg over the bench, straddling it. Rooster furrowed his brows, looking down at you as he folded his polo shirt.

"That's shit. It doesn't matter who your Dad is, you're a completely separate person from him."

"I know." You agreed.

"And Mav wouldn't treat you any differently than he would with us out on the field. You're really good. It's in your blood. You don't need special treatment."

You smiled a little at him. Why was he suddenly being nice to you again?

"How are you after what Hangman said?" You asked.

You watched as Rooster picked up a white t-shirt and lifted it over his head, grunting softly as he pulled it over. This training was hard on everyone's bodies. You couldn't blame him. But you also couldn't help the rush of blood that flooded south at the noise and view.

"Not great. It was a low blow, even for him. I think we need to sleep on it and hopefully he'll come to me tomorrow to say something but...I doubt he even will." He sighed, fixing his shirt and moving his dog tags round to rest above his shirt between his pecs.

You swung your legs back around to face the opposite way, knowing he was having to put underwear on. You sat your toilet bag in your lap, pretending to search for something inside.

"He's an asshole. You didn't deserve that. And who knows, maybe he will apologise." You shrugged.

Rooster scoffed behind you, "Yeah. I don't think so."

You bit your lip, rummaging aimlessly through your toiletries. You could feel him looking at you and you hated it. His eyes felt like lasers at this point, and they were stuck on the back of your head.

It was silent between you two, now. Neither of you sure what else to say. The only sounds in the background was the running of showers and distant chatter from other locker rooms. You stood up and sat your bag down, turning back to Rooster.

He was fully dressed, again. But in casual clothes. A white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. You smiled a little at him and he reciprocated.

You stood awkwardly, waiting for him to move or say something. He didn't. And you didn't. You chewed your lip and fiddled with your rings. He looked at your hands then back to your eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked, amusement laced in his tone.

"I uh...I need to get changed." You said, itching the back of your head awkwardly.

A smirk grew on his face and he nodded, shutting the locker door. You watched timidly as he picked up his gym bag full of clothes.

He looked you up and down, "Nothing I haven't seen before, Mitchell."

Your mouth hung open slightly, taken aback by his comment. You didn't even attempt to say anything. He just kept that smug smirk on his face and walked out, leaving only the fresh smell of his body wash behind and the ache between your legs. You didn't even notice how you had crossed your thighs over one another. He must have noticed. Embarrassing.

"Jesus Christ, y/n." You whispered to yourself, leaning your forehead on the locker.

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suck4angststory · 2 years

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Ambrosia (Series)

[Ambrosia means "immortality" in Greek; it is derived from the Greek word ambrotos ("immortal"), which combines the prefix a- (meaning "not") with mbrotos ("mortal").]

Pairing: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader (Past), Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Author Note: This series is inspired by the movie 'The Age of Adaline'. If you want to be tagged, just let me know in the comment.

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(Y/N) always living on absconding. Her condition forces her to move away to a new place with a new name every ten years. This day, she lives in San Diego with the name of Diana Ross where she met with her great-granddaughter, Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace. One day, Natasha took her to one of the Military parties where she met Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. Bradley ask for her number but she turned him down, it's not because she didn't persuade by him. When she first saw him, she was stunned at how handsome he is. He helped her from a creep that wants to hit on her. She rejected him because she doesn't want him to get hurt by her condition right now.

But Bradley is not a person that easily to give up. He just have to wait for a right moment to make his move. His Rooster moment.

Prologue Part One Part two

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lonelywriter10 · 7 months

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She's a hurricane

Bradley Bradsahw x OC!Layla Seresin

Synopsis- Layla Seresin moves to San Diego, desperate to leave Texas behind her and in search of something new and refreshing. A blur of red hair and green eyes Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw meets a mysterious Woman at the Hard Deck one night after work, unbeknownst to him, Hangman’s cousin, he finds the girl isn’t just the wild child she paints herself to be.

Playlist-

Layla - Derek and the Dominoes

I can see you - Taylor Swift

Touch - Josh Abbott Band

Ruin my life - Zara Larsson

Back to you - Selena Gomez

Set fire to the rain - Adele

Part 1

A/N- AHHH I'M SO EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE THIS SERIES!! I havent quite finished the first part yet but after losing my original blog I'm very excited to announce this series I've been cooking up for a while and I hope you guys look forward to the first part coming out in the next little while!

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decantedenchanted · 8 months

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Summer Camp (Top Gun AU)

Dedicated to @topgun-imagines (I'm counselor anon)

Length: short (less than 500 words)

Mav x reader

Part 1 (pt. 2 coming soon)

Note: I'll update this series as time goes on and what events happen

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*Based off a true story*

When it came to summer camps, you never really expected to love someone at first sight. However, this camp was different. As you dropped your bags off in the room that you would be staying at for the next two days, you looked around at your fellow campers.

One camper had short black hair that was very messy, but you had a feeling that this was no ordinary person. You had a tendency to know who would be important and who wouldn't, and this guy seemed very important.

It turned out that he was a counselor and you realized he was way out of your league. After all, you were just a freshman. You decided to take a shot and talk to him anyways.

"What's your name?" you asked him, sitting down across from him on the floor.

"I'm Pete, but you can call me Mav." he responded, his eyes shining.

"Mav..." you said, knowing you would remember it instantly.

You suddenly got a warm feeling in your heart. You had been homesick for a while after coming to the camp, but this was different.

"Hey, I wish we could talk more but I have to do my counselor duties," Mav said while standing up. "I'll see you around."

You waved at him but you knew you would see him again. That night, you laid down in your sleeping bag and tried to drift off. The homesick feeling settled in again and you began to hyperventilate. Breathing in and out, you tried to calm yourself down. You decided to go downstairs and get a drink and possibly talk to the camp leader.

You tried to be quiet while walking down the stairs but ended up being face to face with Mav. You asked him if you could speak with the leader, but he said she was staying in a different cabin. Your eyes began to water again and you sat down on a bench. Mav sat across from you, trying to comfort you.

"Hey, I know how you feel. I live far away as well," he said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this," you said, trying to maintain composure.

"I'm here for you if you need anything," he looked at you.

"Thank you, I'm just homesick but it hurts a lot," you said, not meeting his gaze.

Mav sat with you and talked about his life - where he was from, what he did, and even about his plans later on. As you listened to him talk, you realized you admired him a lot. Eventually, you calmed down and he walked you to your room.

"Thanks again, Mav. You really helped me," you said, meeting his gaze for the first time. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

He smiled and walked away, and your heart began to soar.

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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The Heartbreak Prince - Chapter Two

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

A/N - I had to do a literal ton of research for this one, and you can check on google maps that the campus of UC San Diego is a lot closer to Miramar than you might think, even I was shocked. A marvel easter egg if you squint. featuring a very awkward ex-best friend's meeting.

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Present Day

“Hey.” Nisha step forward, donning the same smile that was once Bradley’s favorite thing about her. The way her eyes wrinkled and her nose scrunched, he was always enamored by it.

Can someone’s smile get better with age?

“What- hey!” he practically ran to her, opening his arms to engulf her in a hug at the same time she extended her hand.

He stopped.

He extended his hand to shake hers then, but this time she opened her arms to hug him. They stared at each other, realizing how awkward it was between them after so many years. Bradley retreated his hand and shoved them into the pockets of his khakis. Nisha nodded once and held her cart.

Bradley took his time to look at her. She wore a maroon shirt and black pants. Her hair was loose, falling elegantly on her shoulders, once reaching her waist, but now just above her elbows.

“You finally grew the mustache.” she smiles, pointing at his face.

“Yeah, I did.” He laughed.

Silence fell between them, Nisha subconsciously rolling the shopping cart.

“Okay, I'm just gonna to say this, what are you doing here?” Bradley asks, the question nagging him at the back of his head for quite a while.

“I’m a professor at UC San Diego, I got a transfer from LA.” she nods.

Bradley’s eyes rose up, “wait, so that means…”

“Dr. Bagchi. She points at herself and says, "Doctorate in Physics."

Bradley’s jaw dropped.

The conversations of their youth played inside his head, how Nisha was dead set on getting the highest grades, the best scores in every single subject. How she could solve lengthy equations in seconds, the piles of books and test papers her room would overflow with. He realized Nisha understood the biggest life lesson first; respect isn't given, it's earned.

“Nisha! I’m so proud of you!” he held his head with both his hands, in awe of his best friend accomplishing her dream. He could just imagine how hard she had to work to get to this point in her life.

Can he still call her that? After years of not exchanging words.

“Thank you. Seeing as you're in fighter town, you're now an aviator?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and cocking her head to the side.

“Yeah, I’ve been flying for 12 years now, give or take.”

"That’s… a lot of jet fuel.”

Bradley rolls his eyes, which in turn makes her grimace, “that was, very lame. I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I did use a lot of jet fuel, you know,” he smiles.

The sound of his ringtone fills the air as he pulls it out of his phone, Amelia’s name flashing on it.

“Just, gimme a second…” he says, and picks it up.

“Hey, there brad brad.”

“Hello,” he answers unamused.

“Just want to say I’m waiting for whatever 80s monstrosity you’re about to show me, and also for my popcorn.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there, just ran into an old friend.”

"Oooh, old girlfriend? Is she hot?”

Bradley turned red, “I’ll be there Amy. Try not to burn the house down.”

He turns to Nisha, “sorry, it’s just Amelia, we’re having a movie night…”

"Who?” she asks him confused. He then realised she had no idea what a roller coaster ride the past few months have been.

How would she? It's not like you talked to her about it, or anything, for years Bradley.

“She’s Penny’s daughter. Mav’s wife.”

“Maverick got married!” her eyes blew wide in shock.

“Yeah, it’s a long story.”

—/—/—

There was no way Bradley was gonna let go of Nisha when she insisted on calling an uber. Therefore, he just grabbed her groceries and shoved them in his bronco. Nisha had no choice but to follow. As they drove towards Nisha’s house, Bradley caught her up in the whirlwind of plot twists that happened in the past few months.

“...and now Pete and Penny are in Hawaii and Amelia is making my life difficult.”

She squints her eyes at him, “Wait, so, Pete has been living in a hangar all this time?”

“I told you all this and that’s what you ask me?” he laughed out loud.

Nisha looks at Bradley sitting in the passenger seat of his bronco. This brought back memories of how she used to open the window and stick her head out when Bradley would drive on deserted roads. Also, that one time when they spilled milkshakes all over the front and Carole made them clean it in the driveway. He had grown into his features, a darker tan, and a 70s mustache that suited him way more than it should have. Those eyes were just as sweet and bright as they've always been.

We used to laugh until our stomachs hurt.

Her eyes met his and she snapped out, “Enough about me, what about you?” he asked, leaning back in his seat.

“It’s going well. San Diego is an absolute dream. The campus is much more lively than LA, and the people are amazing! Bradley, you have to visit the campus.”

“Of course I will visit!" he exclaims, “Do I have to call you Doctor when I’m there? Or is it reserved for the kids you teach?”

“I don't know, do I have to call you Lieutenant? Or is it reserved for your girl?” Nisha scoffs as Bradley turns red, letting out a chuckle. "Yeah... I don’t have anyone. Too busy with the Navy.”

“Oh shut up! I bet the girls here would be throwing themselves at you any chance they get.”

“They do that because they want one night with a pilot, to tell tales of how they once hooked up with the hot pilot guy from fighter town. I learned my lesson watching Jake.”

“Hmm,” she says, drumming her fingers on the dashboard, resisting the urge to mention Elena, the old ex.

“You got anyone?" he asks as he slows down the jeep nearing the location.

"I did," Nisha says, fidgeting with her fingers. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, he was definitely not expecting this, “What happened?”

“That,” she takes a deep breath, “is a story for another time.” she looks at him and purses her lips, giving a sad smile.

Bradley stops the jeep in front of a small suburban-styled house, complete with a frontal porch and the side door indicating a backyard. It was somewhat similar to her parents' house in Virginia, but that had a wrap-around porch and a swing in the front.

“I have an early lecture tomorrow, got to be there at nine,” she says, as she collects her things, Bradley gets out and helps her with the bags.

“ I’d have dropped you at the campus, but I have to report at the base at 7.”

“It’s fine, thank you sunny.” she squeezes his arm, taking the groceries from him.

“Well, I'll call you, let’s hang out when you’re free.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, ignoring the jump that his heart did at the moment, watching her as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I, uh, changed my number.” she shrugs her shoulders.

“Oh, okay then, you’re on my Facebook. I’ll see you there,” he replies.

“You’re still on Facebook?” Nisha chuckles.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?" he furrows his brows, offended.

“Believe me, I got the same question from my class. Everyone’s abandoned the app that started it all!” she backtracks, spreading her hands. She turns to the house, waving back at him, “Bye sunny!”

“See you Pun- uh- see ya,” he shouts, closing his eyes as he almost called her punk.

What the fuck was I thinking?

—/—/—

Nisha rested her head on the door once she was inside. It was spinning from whatever had happened in the past few minutes.

Bradley Bradshaw.

The first guy to sweep her off her feet, who didn’t even know it.

It's always the unrequited ones that hurt the most, isn't it?

Flashes of her past flood her mind, how she would always save his seat during classes, how she would make sure to attend all his games and help him with academics. And him holding onto her hand as they walked, pinching her cheeks during arguments, and lifting her off her feet every time he hugged her, all of his acts that never failed to make her heart race faster.

Without realizing it, their innocent glances and stupid conversations turned into more. She had fallen for him, unapologetically. His smile, his laughter, the way he held her hand, his eyes, his hugs that always felt so full.

Nisha loved him too much, the amount that you couldn’t handle at seventeen.

And Bradley never saw it.

Some part of Nisha knew she will always be his best friend, his punk, but she still waited for that moment when he would see her more than that. In fact, she almost told him on their last night together, and she would often debate whether he would have stayed if she told him.

“Who was that?" The silky voice of Nisha’s friend filled the air, as Erin walked into the living room carrying a box full of doughnuts.

"Bradley Bradshaw,” Nisha replies

Erin gasped loudly and he would have tripped off the box of doughnuts but caught it just in time. "The Bradley Bradshaw!" He practically ran to the front door to catch a glimpse, but he had already left.

“Do you know him?” Nisha asks.

“Do I know him? Girl, the entire town knows him! You were not present at The Hard Deck when he sang that oldie song, had the whole bar on their feet! And he looks like that!" he says, pointing in the general direction where his bronco went.

“Let me guess, it was Great Balls Of Fire.”

“Yes! How do you know that?”

“We were friends in high school,” she says as she takes the groceries to the kitchen.

"Oooh, did you ever hook up? Because I would have if I were you. Oh my god, is he hot now or was he the same back then? Like, on a scale of Zac Effron to Chris Evans.”

“Erin,” she looks at him, crooking her head to the side and giving him a look. He was years younger than her, but he knew exactly what was going on by the look on her face.

“Oh honey,” his smile disappears, “you never told him, did you?”

Nisha takes a deep breath, “It was a long time ago, plus he had someone back then.”

"Nishiii…” he rushes to her and gives her a sideways hug, “it’s gonna be okay honey. I will plot you against each other like the fucking Parent Trap.”

“Erin,” she looks at him, “I don’t… want that. Bad things happen when I fall for someone, and you know it.”

Erin rubs her arm, hugging her tighter. "You say that because you haven’t found the right person yet. When you do, it will feel like you’re at peace, you know. You don’t question yourself, or anything, your inner self knows that it’s true.” he gives her a squeeze and let go, “now,” he straightens up, “I want you to go pick a book, and read it. I’ll make the dinner, and then we’ll have a sleepover.”

“We literally live together!”

“We’re crashing on the couch then, I won’t take a no. Now moooove!" He practically shoved her into her bedroom and Nisha silently thanked the higher power for having friends like Erin. Who annoys the shit out of her, but also has the purest of hearts out there.

—/—/—

Bradley did not protest when Amelia put on some superhero movie instead of Goonies and was fawning over the guy with the metal arm. He let her eat all the popcorn and the chips, leaving the soda, and was zoned out the entire duration of the movie.

His mind reverted back to Nisha's smile. It felt exactly the same, but years in his profession made him question it. He felt like there was something else. A sort of darkness hung over her features. She had grown into a capable and intelligent person. Despite being only a year younger than him, she seemed more mature, more elegant than him. She was more reserved than before, and she kept fidgeting with her hands a lot.

Holy Shit.

Amelia was startled by the sudden movement as Bradley sits up in sudden realization.

Nisha had a lighter tan on the ring finger of her left hand, reminiscent of a ring.

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Opposites Attract III- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x shy!wife (mentioned Bradley Bradshaw x Trace!Female) word count: 3.5k synopsis: the Dagger Squadron has become an official squadron at North Island, meaning Hangman and his wife have relocated. pt. I, pt. II masterlist based on this request:

She never wanted to be pregnant in the summer, or at least not heavily pregnant. When Y/N and Hangman talked about kids, all those years ago under the stars on a beach in Pensacola, she told Jake she didn’t want to be pregnant in the summer. She had watched the women in her life deal with uncomfortable times while pregnant in the heat of San Diego. She would be damned if she would be one of them.

Flash Forward five years, as she sat in the cool pool in the backyard of their house. Her belly was on full display as she tried to get some sort of relief from the heat. She tilted her head back, her eyes covered in a pair of Jake’s aviators she had stolen from his car, and felt the unforgiving sun on her skin. It was mid July, and being eight months pregnant was not on her to-do list. And on top of that, she had a rambunctious three year old tearing up their unpacked house.

After the team had successfully completed the mission, they all got permanently relocated to North Island, becoming the Dagger squadron. Y/N was beyond ecstatic at the news of moving back to San Diego, being closer to her family. Jake was already planning on putting in for a transfer after the TopGun mission back to San Diego. While Y/N was sleeping he would be looking at houses. It did make her somewhat emotional to leave the area she had learned to love. The small community that had helped her through hard times while Jake was gone.

“Momma!” Alex said, and Y/N lifted her head up, just in time to see him jump into the pool.

“Wow! Look at you!” Y/N smiled and walked over to him. Alex loved the water and she was happy that Jake had agreed to getting a pool for the summer. It was one of the first things they had got when they moved to the house.

“Sissy in there,” Alex said, putting his small hands on her bump. It always made her heart flutter seeing Alex so enthralled with his unborn sister. Y/N and Jake were a little nervous at first, worried how Alex was going to take not being the only child anymore. But, true to his mother’s nature, he went with it, and was always begging to see the ultrasound pictures of her.

“Yes she is, a couple more weeks and then she’ll be here.”

“She be in my room?”

“No baby, your sister will have your own room,” Y/N ran her hand over his blonde hair, “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

— — —

“God he’s just so damn cute,”

“I know I am.”

“Not you Bagman,” Phoenix said with a roll of her eyes, looking at the pictures Jake was showing them of Alex and Y/N. After the mission, Jake took them on a trip to Washington state. They had fallen in love with the rainy state, being able to explore and hike in the woods, almost completely turned off from cell phones and technology, “How is she doing?”

“Pregnant,” Jake sighed and sat down in his usual spot, up near the front of the room.

“Still?” Rooster asked.

“Very, very pregnant,” Jake answered, “She made me buy a pool last week, claiming ‘the baby needs it’. She told me when we first got together not to knock her up before summer. Only during summer.”

“And clearly, you failed,” Bob added and Hangman rolled his eyes.

The day was long, as the team sat and listened to various briefs about what their squadron was going to be doing. Their next possible mission was a couple months out, and Jake knew that he wasn’t going to be a part of it. He had already talked to Maverick, Jake would do what he could to plan and help train his team for it, but he wasn’t going to fly it. Jake wasn’t going to miss the first months of his child’s life like he did with Alex. Y/N would have Jake’s balls if he did.

At the end of the day, Jake invited the team over for a couple drinks, knowing that they would probably like to see Alex, Y/N and their new house. Y/N had also been asking relentlessly when she was going to be able to see the team again. It had been a long eight months of texts, phone calls and snapchats. Alex would still ask where his ‘Uncle’ Rooster was.

Jake could hear the squeals of his little boy and the yell of his wife’s voice as he stood outside his front door. It brought a smile to his face as he unlocked it, and saw his child run down the hallway with a toy plane in his hand.

“Alex! I’m not telling you again, pick your toys up!” Y/N yelled, waddling into the entryway, her hands on her hips, “Oh! You’re here, now you can parent your son.”

“Why is he always ‘my’ son when he’s not listening?” Jake asked, setting his keys on the hook and slipping his sunglasses off his eyes. He greeted his wife with a kiss, his hands going straight to her bump.

“Cause I listened to my mother,” Y/N smiled, draping her arms around his neck.

“And you’re saying I didn’t?”

“I heard the stories of you knocking over the Christmas tree,” Y/N leaned up and kissed her husband’s nose, then pulled away and made her way towards the kitchen, “I made a grocery run for tonight. I got fruit, veggies, hamburgers, beer-”

“It was just supposed to be a small thing babe,” Jake said, following her into the kitchen. His eyes widened at the sight of grocery bags all over, “Did you do this all yourself? Bring all this in?”

“Well yeah, I wasn’t going to let it spoil.”

“You’re not supposed to be doing this,” Jake sighed, “You’re about to pop, you need to be resting.”

“This is resting!” Y/N said, “I didn’t go on a walk today-”

“You went to the grocery store by yourself and with a three year old.”

“Daddy!” As if on cue, Alex came running in with his f-14 in his hand. Hangman picked him up in his arms, and spun him in a circle, making the little boy burst out in giggles.

“What did you do today?” Jake asked his son.

“Shopping!”

“Did you help your mommy?”

“I felt sissy kick.”

Y/N smiled and rubbed a hand over her bump, feeling her daughter turn. The baby was getting more and more rambunctious as time went on, and Y/N could feel her feet starting to kick her in her rib cage. Based on their last appointment, Baby Girl Seresin was proving to take her time on wanting to come out, still sitting up high and sideways in her mother’s belly. Baby Girl was already taking after her father too, already trying to be the center of attention and she wasn’t even here. There were times where the only thing that would get her to stop kicking her mother’s bladder was Jake talking to her. Jake was already wrapped around her finger.

“It’s cool, right?” Jake asked him, placing a kiss on his cheek before setting him down and going back to touch Y/N’s bump, “Like an alien.”

Y/N scoffed and hit his chest, moving to get the groceries organized before the team came over. Jake changed quickly out of his flight suit and began helping his wife. Slowly the team started showing up, Bob and Phoenix first. Y/N giggled as Phoenix walked into the house and Bob scolded her about knocking first.

“It’s not like they didn’t know we were coming,” Phoenix argued back as they walked into the kitchen, “I thought you said it was just drinks!?”

“It was! I didn’t know she went to the store until I got home,” Jake responded.

“Well if we would’ve known, we could’ve brought something,” Bob said, placing the pack of beers on the counter.

“It’s fine,” Y/N said, walking around from the counter. Phoenix walked right over to her and hugged her the best she could with the growing bump.

“Look at you! Oh my goodness, you look ready to pop!”

“Feels like it too,” Y/N smiled and then greeted Bob.

The house slowly started to fill up with the Dagger Squadron, and Y/N was finding herself uncomfortable by the amount of people in her house. For the past eight months it had just been her, Jake, Alex and their growing baby in her belly. Occasionally her mother would stop over but it wasn’t for very long. Y/N felt even hotter than she had before, and tried to put on a smile, but Jake could clearly see through it.

She was bringing out a bowl of fruit to their outside table that she had set up. Phoenix had helped her but the pregnant woman sent the pilot away to go share drinks and laughs with her friends. Jake watched his wife as she moved things around the table, Alex trying to pull at her arm to get her attention. She sighed, turning towards him and helping him out with whatever he asked for. Y/N handed her son a small bowl of fruit and watched as the little boy went running back to Bob, who was standing by Rooster at the grill.

“You look stressed,” Jake said walking up behind his wife, causing her to jump.

“Not stressed, just. . . uncomfortable? I don’t know, there’s just a lot of people and I feel increasingly huge and-”

“I’ll kick them-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, knowing what he was going to say, “I’m just being the dramatic pregnant woman, it’s fine, they’re fine.”

“You’re nine months pregnant, you are allowed to be dramatic,” Jake said and placed a kiss on her neck. Jake trailed his hands down her belly, trailing down underneath it. Y/N sucked in a breath and leaned back against him, as Jake gently lifted up on her belly. The second Jake had seen the trick on tiktok he was running to find Y/N to try (even though at the time Y/N was only four months along) and ever since whenever he could he would lift up her belly to relieve some of the weight.

“Now that’s the cutest shit i’ve ever seen,” Phoenix said looking over at the two of them. Rooster looked over his shoulder and smiled at the two of them. After their last mission, Rooster and Hangman had become close friends. Rooster would text them or facetime them, he even flew to Lemoore to watch Alex one time. Rooster couldn’t help but be reminded of the sparse memories of his parents while watching Jake and Y/N.

“Yeah, they’re pretty damn cute,” Rooster said, “HEY! TAKE YOUR CUTE SHIT ELSEWHERE THERE’S KIDS AROUND!”

“Screw off!” Hangman yelled back and caused Y/N to giggle. Jake kissed her cheek, “I’m gonna set you back down.” Y/N let out a whine in protest and Jake chuckled, gently setting her belly back down, “Soon, very, very soon.”

“You can carry the next one,” Y/N said and Jake looked at her with wide eyes, “What?”

“You want another one? A-After this one?”

“Well yeah,” Y/N smiled, “I’m pretty sure it was you who said ‘i want enough kids to fill a football team’.”

“I love you,” Jake said, and leaned in to kiss his wife but was cut off by Rooster making gagging sounds.

“Go help the other kids we have,” Y/N smiled and patted Jake’s chest, moving to the side and heading back inside to grab something else.

Three days later, Rooster found himself driving the streets of San Diego at 2 in the morning. He got to their house pretty quickly, being one of the only drivers on the road at the time. He took a deep breath as he parked on the street, making sure to not be in the way of their car. He quickly ran up to the door and Jake opened it before Rooster had the chance to knock.

“Thank you for coming,” Jake rushed out.

“No problem, anything I can help with?” Rooster asked, walking into the house. Jake disappeared back down the hallway towards his shared bedroom.

“No,” Y/N said as she let out a breath, clutching the back of the couch, “Alex is still asleep, he sleeps until about eight in the morning, for breakfast there are frozen waffles in the freezer, I think we’ll be home by lunch-”

“You think?” Jake said, rushing back into the living room with two bags in his hands and out the front door.

“Alex came quickly and, oh Jesus,” Her speech was cut off by another contraction. Bradley’s eyes widened as he saw Y/N’s belly tighten underneath the tank top she was wearing. He quickly walked over to her, and placed a comforting hand on her back. Y/N released a breath as the contraction subsided and she looked up at him, “I’m pretty sure we’ll be back by lunch, if not he can have pizza rolls or a PB&J, no strawberry jelly! He’s allergic. Jake! Did you call my mom!”

“Yeah! And Phoenix!” Hangman called back as he walked back through the open front door, “Your water hasn’t even broken yet, Alex’s water broke when we went to the hospital.”

“Yeah, and he came an hour after that cause I contracted at home,” Y/N said, “Now come on, I’m not too keen on having a baby on my brand new hardwood floors.”

“It’d break in the new house,” Rooster said and Y/N rolled her eyes. Bradley helped Y/N walk to her car as Jake waited there with the door open. Once she was situated in the car, Bradley shut the door, “Well I would say have fun but I'm guessing it won’t be.”

“Not in the slightest,” Y/N said. Bradley smiled and leaned in to give her a hug and kissed her cheek. He then moved and hugged Jake, “We’ll call you when you can bring him up.”

“Sounds good, good luck,” Rooster smiled and stood in the driveway watching as the couple drove to the hospital to bring their new baby into the world.

It was closer to dinner time when Bradley had gotten the call from Phoenix that the Seresins wanted him to bring their now oldest child to the hospital. Bradley had spent the day watching cartoons, going to the beach, spending lunch with Maverick and Penny, and taking a nap. Every so often Alex would ask if his sister was here yet and Bradley kept checking his phone all day waiting for the moment he could tell him yes.

Bradley walked down the brightly lit hallways with Alex’s small hand in his. Alex clutched a teddy bear in his free hand (he insisted on bringing it to give to his sister). Bradley stopped outside of the correct room number and kneeled down in front of Alex.

“Alright, you look good,” Bradley said and fixed the blue patterned button up he put Alex in, “Hair looks good, shoes are cleaned, brush your teeth?”

“Yes!” Alex nodded.

“Good shit,” Bradley smiled, “Remember what we talked about in the car?” Alex nodded, “Your mommy is going to be very tired, and really sore. You have to be quiet, okay, your sister is probably going to be sleeping a lot at first.”

“Will she like me?”

“Yeah,” Bradley said, “You’re going to be the best big brother ever, I know you will.”

Alex launched himself at Bradley, hugging him tightly. Bradley grunted at the weight of the small boy hitting him, “I love you uncle Rooster.”

“I love you too, kid,” Bradley kissed his forehead, “Now come on.”

Bradley stood up and knocked on the door, hearing a faint invite to come in. The second the Seresins saw their little boy, both their faces lit up. Alex grabbed Bradley’s hand feeling a bit nervous. Bradley gave Alex’s small hand a comforting squeez and Jake climbed off the bed and walked towards him.

“Daddy!” Alex said, and Jake picked his son up.

“Hey,” Jake said, and kissed his cheek, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Alex said and leaned his head on his father’s shoulder, “Sissy?”

“Right here,” Y/N said and Jake turned around so Alex could see his little sister, “Hey Rooster.”

“Hey, congrats,” Rooster said, “I’m gonna step out, go annoy Phoenix for a bit.”

“We gotta stay the night, doctor's orders, so we’ll have you take him back if it’s okay?” Jake asked.

“Totally,” Bradley nodded, before leaving the room.

Jake sat down in a chair next to his wife’s hospital bed and let Alex look at his baby sister. Y/N carefully moved over and made room for Alex to climb up on the bed. The little boy sat next to his mother as she very carefully put the baby in his arms. Alex’s green eyes were wide with fascination as he looked at her. Even compared to Alex, Ella was small. Jake snapped all the pictures he possibly could of the three of them cuddled into bed together. Jake was all smiles and loved being with his family.

It was just nine months ago he thought he would never be able to see this moment ever. The night he had come home to see his wife asleep, dried tear streaks on her face and the open manila envelope on the bedside table. The Uranium Plant mission was the mission that almost took more than just Jake’s life, but Maverick’s and Rooster’s. Even though it had only been a short amount of time, both Rooster and Maverick had become important parts of Alex and Y/N’s life, it would have been devastating to lose all three of them in one go. For a moment, Y/N thought she would be doing this alone, bringing another Seresin child into the world by herself, but the second Jake had woken her up and held her in his arms, all doubt fell away.

Rooster sat down next to Phoenix in the waiting room, and she smiled at him. She looked tired, having been at the hospital since last night when Y/N and Jake first got here. Phoenix and Y/N had quickly become best friends, so it was a no-brainer that Phoenix would be there when she gave birth to Ella.

“You see the baby?” Phoenix asked him.

“A glimpse,” Rooster sighed, “I let them have a moment after I dropped Alex off.”

Phoenix looked at her friend, and knew there was something else he wanted to say. His body language said more than what he was actually saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Bradley said, and felt his throat close with tears, “I remember when I was about four maybe, before my dad died, I heard my parents talking about having another kid. My mom said, I would’ve been the best big brother. I wonder if my dad lived, if they would’ve had another.”

“Rooster-”

“Hangman’s lucky he found his one,” Bradley looked down at his hands, “Think I’ve missed mine.”

“What about Dragon?”

“Your sister?”

Phoenix sighed, “As much as I despise it. . . I can see the way you look at her. And she’s annoying, but maybe there’s something more than just looking across the tarmac.”

Bradley opened his mouth to rebuttal but was cut off by Hangman calling his name. Hangman gave Phoenix a nod, and she smiled, patting Rooster’s arm as he stood up and walked towards him. They walked back down to their room. Y/N smiled up at them as they walked in. Jake clapped his hand down on his friend’s shoulder as he walked over to his wife.

“Wanna hold her?” Y/N asked Bradley.

“Yeah,” He nodded, “I don’t really know how-”

Jake took his daughter from his wife and walked over to Bradley. The aviator held his arms out as Jake carefully put the baby in his arms, explaining to support her head and her bottom. Rooster held her against his body and smiled at the baby in his arms.

“How does it feel to hold your goddaughter?” Jake asked him.

“My what-”

“Alex already calls you ‘Uncle Rooster’, so we thought why not make it official,” Y/N shrugged, “Only if you-”

“Yes!” Bradley said, cutting her off. Y/N giggled and leaned against her husband, watching Bradley hold their daughter. For once, Bradley felt like he belonged to a family. He wondered, is that what Maverick felt, all those years ago, watching Goose and Carole with Bradley? For years, Bradley had been searching for a family, finding love in the wrong places, having his heart broken repeatedly, but now he finally had it. Bradley cleared his throat, feeling tears in his eyes as he looked at his family.

“Hey kid, I’m your uncle Rooster,”

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are you going to finish faking it with rooster? 🥹 love your work!

I will I will I will I will pinky swear?? I think I’ve rewritten it seven times now and it still feels unfinished. And I don’t really want to post it just to get it over with, you know? I usually can just feel when a piece of writing is complete, and I haven’t felt that for this yet. It’s like a click and I’m waiting for the click. I sound cuckoo, don’t I? 😅

But I know that I’ve been promising for a while and I just want to say that I really appreciate your patience ❤️

#faking it fic #top gun series #top gun story #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw fic #ask reply #asks open

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shinysugar · 2 years

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Breaking Horizons

Part 2

PAIRING: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x OC (Saturn)

SUMMARY: Sarah “Saturn” Hastings is one of the first female pilots to be able to attend the legendary Top Gun. Alongside her RIO, Bookworm, her one, and only goal is that trophy at the end, but Maverick is looking for a trophy of his own - and his may end with a ring instead of a plaque.

WORD COUNT: 2021

WARNINGS: Sexism, Cannon typical violence

The O-Club was bustling as usual. Civilians dressed up in the hopes of snatching their own officer for the night, and the officers themselves dressed to the nines in formal attire to go fishing themselves. Saturn herself was dressed down for the occasion, she wouldn’t have even been there if Bookworm hadn’t been egging her on all day. You see, Saturn was Bookworm’s secret weapon when it came to finding a hookup. She’d sit at the bar, dressed down like the other girls, and have a few drinks. Then, when the moment was right, she’d seamlessly introduce Bookworm to whatever group of ladies she had infiltrated. It was a well-practiced routine that worked most of the time, except for that time in one of Japan’s red light districts, but Saturn’s Japanese wasn’t great at the time! She didn’t expect that the woman she had set him up with was a hooker!

But regardless, Saturn had let her hair down for the night. She’d even put a little yellow flower in her auburn hair for the occasion, letting her whole outfit scream “Tourist”. Still, despite how annoying it all was, Saturn still did it without much of a complaint. Not many RIOs wanted to fly behind a woman and if it hadn’t been for Bookworm, Saturn would have been delegated to a desk job like so many of her fellow women. Getting Bookworm laid was the least she could do for her friend, and the cookie baskets he got for her afterward were always a plus.

But unbeknownst to Saturn, someone else was on the prowl that night as well. And the pretty little thing from Top Gun was certainly on the top of his list.

“This is what I call a target-rich environment,” Pete “Maverick” Mitchell said to his RIO, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, over the loud music of the O-Club.

“You live your life between your legs, Mav,” Goose chastised, slapping his friend’s back before leading him through the bar.

“Goose, even you could get laid in a place like this!”

“I’m telling you, I’d be happy to find a girl who’d talk dirty to me.”

Beers in hand and settled at the bar, Maverick and Goose watched men and women come and go around them. Just off to the side, they could see the guy who dropped his notebook all over the floor in class. He had a drink in hand that he was sipping, looking off to where they couldn’t quite see. And just in front of them, Goose spotted their most well-known classmate.

“Mav, you wanna know who the best is?” Goose asked, pointing to where he was standing, aviators on and a blonde broad on his arm, “That’s him, Iceman. That’s the way he flies, ice-cold, no mistakes. Just wears you down. You get bored, frustrated, and do something stupid, and he’s got you - hey, hey, Slider!” Goose caught the attention of Ice’s RIO who was just walking through, “Thought you wanted to be a pilot, man, what happened?”

“Goose, you’re such a dickhead,” Slider laughed, “Who’s butt did you have to kiss to get in here?”

“Well, the list is long, but distinguished,” Goose joked back.

“Yeah, well, so is my johnson!”

“So you’re flying with Iceman, huh?” Goose asked.

“It’s Mr. Iceman to you-”

“Hey, Mother Goose! How’s it going?” Ice interrupted, greeting his old friend and pointedly not Maverick.

“Good Tom!” He turned to the man beside him, “This is Pete Mitchell, Tom Kazansky.”

“Congratulations on Top Gun,” Ice said drily, not even letting Maverick get a word in before breezing to why he was really there, “Sorry to hear about Cougar. He and I were like brothers in flight school, he was a good man.”

“Still is a good man,” Maverick pointed out, but the tension was already thickening.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.”

“Thought so.”

“Say, you need any help?”

“With what?” Maverick asked after a pause, not entirely excited about whatever Ice’s next topic of conversation would be.

“You figured it out yet?” Ice clarified, “Who’s the best pilot.”

“No, I think I can figure that one out on my own.”

“I heard that about you,” Ice was in his face now, “You like to work alone.”

“Mav, you must’ve soloed under a lucky star, huh?” Slider cut in, despite his friendship with Goose, the well-wishes clearly did not extend to his pilot, “I mean, first the MiG, and then you guys slide into Cougar’s spot.”

“We didn’t slide into Cougar’s spot. It was ours, okay?” Goose defended.

“Yeah, well, some pilots wait their whole career just to see a MiG up close,” Slider took a drink, “Guess you guys are lucky and famous?”

“No, you mean notorious,” Ice deadpanned, “I’ll see you later.”

“You can count on it,” Maverick replied, watching the other men go.

“They were abused children,” Goose tried to cheer up his friend.”

Maverick simply smiled and nodded, “We’re gonna have a good time.”

And as their beer bottles clinked together, the two men spun around to get a better look at the club floor, eyes hungry and wandering. Women were cheering and drinking, eyeing up the two men just as much as they watched them. It was as if the entire bar was filled exclusively with young singles, the perfect hunting ground for Maverick. He knew he was attractive and he knew he was good, but lately, things were getting just a bit too easy for him judging by the way just one charming smile and wink sent a small trio of women into giggles and whispers.

“Okay, I guess it's my turn, isn’t it?” Goose said, setting down his drink, “All right, the bet is $20.”

“$20, right,” Maverick echoed, already searching for his target.

“You have to have carnal knowledge, of a lady this time,” Goose clarified, the last incident with a very convincing crossdresser still fresh in their minds, “on the premises.”

“On the premises,” Mav replied, but he was only half listening.

He had found her.

He recognized Saturn from across the bar, though he had to admit it took him a moment. She looked so different out of uniform, dressed in a pair of slacks and a nicely fit white blouse. She had been breathtaking in those ugly khakis, but here, with a smile on her face and a drink in her hand, she was positively angelic. Or at least, that’s what he told himself he would tell their future kids.

Sarah “Saturn” Hastings was the perfect challenge. He had heard enough scuttlebutt about the female pilot who tossed engagement rings into the ocean like they were pool rings. Flew like a beast and every single squadron boasted they knew what she was like between the sheets until her RIO swore he had never heard of those pilots in his life. She was like the holy grail of aviators, and by God, Maverick wanted to take a drink out of her.

“You’ve got to be kidding, Mav,” Goose said, looking between him and the girl sipping her cocktail at the bar, “No way you’ll get anywhere with her! Easiest $20 I’ll ever make!”

“A dime a dozen, Goose,” Maverick said, “Besides, someone's got to take a shot,” He looked at Goose hard, placing a hand on his shoulder, “She’s lost that loving feeling.”

“She’s lost- No, she hasn’t!”

~**~

When the music came to an abrupt stop, Saturn thought that someone must have fucked up and gotten everyone kicked out. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened. Juicer and Pony Boy once got into a brawl that broke the bartender’s leg and got everyone banned for life, and Saturn was tired of being kicked out because of her squad’s stupidity.

“Excuse me, miss,” Saturn turned around, at the tap on her arm, a frustratingly familiar voice from earlier in the day cutting through her hen-hunt.

The handsome man who thought he was better than everyone else.

She never learned his name, but she knew that he knew exactly who she was. That glint in his eye when he grabbed her arm, she had seen it a thousand times before, but she was curious. What exactly did he have in store for her?

“Hey, Saturn,” She looked up to see Goose, recognizing him from earlier, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.”

And for a moment, she really thought he was going to take his pilot by the arm and take him away. He was called Mother Goose for a reason after all, but breaking into song, truly, was something she never expected in her wildest dreams.

“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips~!” The handsome stranger sang into the karaoke microphone.

Saturn’s mouth opened slightly of its own accord, her cheeks turning a fierce shade of pink. Julie, the girl Saturn had been chatting to, drunkenly slapped Saturn’s thigh laughing jovially at the turn of events.

“There’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips~” Goose took over, snapping his fingers in a way that seemed to get the entire bar transfixed.

Saturn tucked her lips in, trying not to smile at the unbelievable cliche she was experiencing, but that just seemed to egg the men on.

“You’re trying hard not to show it~”

“BABY” The pilots around her chorused, much to Saturn’s horror and embarrassment.

“BUT BABY! BELIEVE ME I KNOW IT! YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING! WHOA THAT LOVING FEELING! YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING NOW ITS GONE, GONE, GONE! WHOA WHOA WHOA! Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom boom boom ba-doom!”

“Alright, Flyboy,” Saturn said, at the very least to get them all to stop, “Sit down.”

The handsome pilot sat down beside her, laughing as the others continued to sing. But his eyes stayed fixed on Saturn. Saturn turned on her stool to face him, taking a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea and taking in the man she had been serenaded by.

“I’ve never been sung to like that before, Flyboy,” She told him.

“I’m full of surprises,” He replied easily, tipping his bear towards her with a charming smile.

“Sarah Hastings,” She introduced herself, shaking his hand, “Callsign, Saturn, but I have a feeling you knew that already.”

“I’m Maverick,” He said, “And I’ve heard a thing or two, but I prefer to find things out for myself.”

“You mean get shot down?”

“Well I made it this far, didn’t I?”

“I suppose you did, Maverick,” Saturn smiled back, leaning against the bar, “And if this is as far as your hands go?”

“Then maybe I’ll just have to sing to you again.”

“What, you got more than one routine?” Saturn teased, but she really was curious.

“I’ll have to come up with another one, but uh,” He flashed her a grin, “I think you’re worth the extra effort.”

“I’ve had more than my fair share of flirty aviators try to get in my pants, Maverick,” Saturn said, grabbing her coat, “I’m a pilot, through and through, just like any other man in this room. Even if I want to, the risk for me is much higher than the risk for you. I deserve more than that.”

Maverick handed Saturn her drink, “I know,” He said, “I’ll earn it.”

Now that got her attention, it was easy to just lay it out and wait for the man to walk away. No one was interested in someone who was high maintenance, even just for a good lay. But there was just something about Maverick. She couldn’t put her finger on it; what made him different from the others. He looked like them, talked like them, acted like them, and yet - there was just something. Maybe it was the soft buzz of alcohol, the cheesy pick up, or maybe it was the fact that Saturn was lonely, but for Mav, maybe the rules could be bent a little. Just enough to see where things went.

“Then work for it, Flyboy,” She told him, leaving him at the bar with a grin on his face and an even bigger one cutting across hers.

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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ANGST

Captain Bradshaw

You are reunited with your husband before the uranium mission. Warnings: Angst, Death, Funerals, Crying, Arguments.

Know You Better

Rooster knows that you only drink green tea when you’re feeling anxious. Warnings: Death, Anxiety.

Something In The Orange

When Mav pulls Bradley’s papers, you have no idea. You only find out when your boyfriend dissapears in the middle of the night. Warnings: smut, blowjobs, handjob, oral sex (male & fem!receiving) fingering, penetrative sex, foul language, loss of virginity, angst, break ups, crying, insecurity, complicated relationships, drifting apart.

Accidents Happen

Accidents happen. Or do they? You and Bradley may have different opinions in this case. Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault. While it isn’t too bad, please don’t read if this is something you’re uncomfortable with.

No Worse Pain

Bradley has been extended stressed at work lately. You don’t want to add to that by telling him about the pain you’re in. Warnings: periods, cramps, pain.

SMUT

Say My Name

You find out just how big Bradley is. He really does live up to his call sign. Warnings: smut, oral sex (f!recieving), fingering, anal fingering, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cum play.

FLUFF

Carnival Confessions

At the carnival, Rooster finally confesses his feelings. After many, many attempts. Warnings: Light angst.

Pain Meds

After an incident during training you put your husband on bed rest until he feels better. The only problem is that the painkillers hurt his stomach. Warnings: Death, Plane crashes, Wounds, Stitches, Medication.

Day Off

Bradley spends his day off helping you feel better while you’re on your period. Warnings: Periods, Cramps, Blood.

For My Daughter

When Bradley rushes home from training, Maverick follows him and discovers something he never would have guessed. Bradley has a daughter. Warnings: Crying baby, Death, Abandonment by a parent

The Pregnancy Glow

Rooster can’t help but admire his wife. It’s only a bonus that you’re pregnant. Warnings: Pregnancy.

Love At First Sight

When Bradley sees Jake flirting with you, he realizes that he needs to tell you how he feels. Warnings: Drinking, Mutual pinning.

The Egg Hunt

You and your husband enjoy Easter morning with your kiddos. Warnings: None.

Best One Yet

After years of horrible birthdays, Bradley will stop at nothing to make sure that you know how much he loves you. Warnings: light angst.

The One With The Barista

Bradley is a regular at the coffee shop you work at. One day, he finally works up the courage to talk to you. Warnings: none.

SERIES

For My Daughter

In the middle of Bradley’s career, he winds up facing something he never would have seen coming. It turns out that Bradley Bradshaw is a father to a little baby girl.

What will happen when he has to raise his baby girl all by himself? Will everything change when the Dagger Squad becomes a crucial part of his life? Warning: Angst, Death, Abandonment by a parent.

MOODBOARDS

Carnival Confessions || Moodboard

The Pregnancy Glow || Moodboard

Rooster || Moodboard

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angelmavmurdock · 2 years

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*Lock & Key: Part Seven - B.B.

WARNINGS: anxiety, angst, smut if you squint.

A/N: P.S. sorry for the long wait, I was in London :’). Enjoy!!

"The mission has been moved up a week." Admiral Bates told you and the team the next morning.

You and Rooster shot each other a look. You were sitting on your own desk and Rooster was sitting alone in the one across from you. His brows were furrowed in more confusion than anything else. Your heart rate rose. You both turned to the front, catching Phoenix's eye on the way.

Bates passed the lesson back to your Dad who stood in front of the classroom, cracking his neck side to side before clicking on a presentation. You leaned forward, leg shaking quietly beneath the desk.

"We only have one week to complete your training on what will be the hardest mission you will ever have to pull off. I expect you all to be on your A-game." Your Dad spoke, looking around the room.

"No more fights." He looked to Rooster and Rooster kept his eyes straight on, his jaw clenching.

"No more stupid, childish comments or language." He looked to Hangman at the front.

"You are the best pilots in America. Act like it."

You all felt as if you were getting a telling off like you were still in school. But it was true, not everyone in the team was acting the way the should. Your Dad thankfully moved on quickly from the subject, back to the mission and began explaining your task for the day.

Everyone in the room felt as if this mission would be impossible. And as your Dad was saying, it was going to take at least 3 miracles for it to work successfully with no one getting hurt.

The tension in the room was palpable, everyone was so focused on the mission and what they had to do that you were hardly breathing.

"If either team misses the target, the mission is a failure." Your Dad stated.

You ran a hand over your mouth and glanced quickly to Rooster, who looked to you as well, before you both turned to the front.

"After this, there's a steep, high G climb to avoid hitting this mountain."

"A steep climb at that speed? You're pulling at least 8 G's." Hangman commented, twirling a pencil in his fingers.

"9. Minimum." Your Dad countered.

Everyone simultaneously exhaled in exhaustion just thinking about it.

"This is coffin corner. Assuming you avoid crashing into this mountain, you'll climb straight up into enemy radar while losing all of your air speed. Within seconds, you'll be fired upon by enemy SAMs."

You bit your lip. You couldn't believe this mission. How were any of you going to make it out alive or without screwing it up.

"You've all sustained G's before but this...this is going to take you and your aircraft to the breaking point." Your Dad said.

"Sir, is this even achievable?" Phoenix asked, leaning forward.

"The answer to that question will come down to the pilot in the box."

Your Dad looked to you. Then to Rooster. And down at his feet, before dismissing everyone to get ready for tarmac.

Shit.

You and Bob were paired with Rooster for the run through of the mission. As you walked with them out to tarmac, Bob decided to go ahead and check the jet before take-off.

You and Rooster slowed your walking pace. You were silent, but the business around you was loud. The constant shouting from different people doing different jobs, and the hurriedness of everyone and every thing was making your anxiety skyrocket more than usual.

"You alright?" Rooster asked you, stopping to look at you.

You looked up into his brown eyes, noticing the concern laced in his voice and plastered on his face. You nodded, looking to Bob then back to him.

"I just have a weird feeling about this."

Rooster cocked his head, "What do you mean?"

"Uh..."

You could feel a lump rise in your throat and the waves of nerves were making you feel ill. It was one of those feelings you had in your gut that was either just your overthinking getting the better of you, or something weird was going on.

"I have that...that gut feeling, you know?" You pressed a hand to your stomach to calm it.

You were going to cry. You could feel it now. Why was this happening? You never got like this moments before take off.

"Hey, hey, you're fine." Rooster attempted to calm you, placing his helmet under his arm.

"I'm fine! I am. I just need to chill out." You huffed a breath, trying to hide your evidently upset face from Bob who could still see you.

"y/n, look at me," Rooster said softly.

The use of your name caught your attention, almost startling you. You felt a few tears roll down your cheek as you looked up at him. His brows were furrowed and his lips were parted. He swapped his helmet to go under his left arm and then he lifted his right, his gloved thumb brushing gently over your skin to wipe away the tears that had escaped your eyes.

You immediately calmed and you didn't dare tear your eyes from his.

"You're going to be fine. We've got this. I've got you. You understand?"

You didn't realise how close you were and how low his voice got until you could feel the fan of his breath on your skin. Your breath caught in your throat when you attempted to say something.

"I've got you." He repeated, his thumb caressed your cheek again, sending a shiver down your spine.

That time wasn't just for the tears. Your lips parted as you stared into his dilating eyes, your body involuntarily moving closer to his.

Both of you cracked out of your trance at the sound of footsteps behind you. You darted away from him and looked behind you, watching as Hangman, Cayote and Payback made their way outside.

"Let's get this party started!" Hangman exclaimed, smacking his helmet.

You looked to Rooster who gave you an encouraging nod. You reciprocated and you both went your separate ways to your jets.

"You've got this." You whispered to yourself as you neared the plane.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed, as you, Bob, and Rooster had finally made it up and out of the mission in time and perfectly executed.

"We did it!" Bob laughed behind you.

"Oh my god," You exhaled, letting your body relax a little.

Your whole body ached from the tensing you were doing and the insane amount of G's you had pulled only moments earlier.

"I can't believe it." You said, flying up beside Rooster.

He held a thumbs up to you, "Told you, Locket."

You grinned, "Couldn't have done it without you, Bradshaw."

He chuckled and you waited on more information from your Dad. The sky was clear and now, it was quiet. No one was grunting down the comms or shouting at each other, it was peaceful. You did it.

But the quiet was soon interrupted when out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the jets spiralling down.

"Guys! Maverick, do you see that?" You panicked over comms.

"It's Cayote." Your Dad responded.

"Shit." Rooster cursed.

"I'm going after him." Your Dad announced.

"Oh my god." You exhaled.

You knew something was going to happen. You tried to keep your breathing under control, focusing on only that. You couldn't let yourself think about your Dad or Cayote getting hurt.

"Cayote, come on!"

Your dad was toning him, trying to get him to wake up from blackout.

"Cayote, pull up!"

"Pull up!"

"Cayote, come on!"

"Pull up!" You and your fellow pilots screamed down the comms as Cayote plunged below deck level.

It went silent.

"Bob? What's going on?" You asked, your heart banging in your chest.

"He's up!" Bob exclaimed, watching Cayote pull up and over the hill.

Everyone collectively sighed in relief and you spoke into your comms.

"You alright, Cayote?" You asked.

"I'm good. I'm okay." He responded.

"Thank god."

"Good. Good. That's enough for today." Your Dad spoke to everyone.

Everyone got into formation to fly back to base, letting your hearts settle and your breaths get back to normal.

"That was close." Hangman commented.

"Too close." Your Dad sighed.

Everyone took a beat of silence, acknowledging how bad that situation could've been. That was the level of the mission. Near death. Just the amount of G-force could kill you, never mind the actual dog fight we could have to get into if we failed.

A noise sounded throughout the comms, startling you.

"Bird strike!" Your Dad shouted.

You gasped, seeing the swarm of birds heading in your direction - and fast. You jolted the jet away, but still catching some.

"Shit!"

You exclaimed, the sirens in the jet sounding and too many red lights beeping for you to tell which one was which.

"Both engines are on fire!" Bob shouted.

"Climbing!"

You pulled up, out of the way from everyone else. Your heart was racing but you weren't thinking about anything else other than getting the jet back to normal and keeping yourself safe.

"Shutting off left engine. Extinguishing fire!"

You pressed the extinguisher and more red lights and sirens sounded.

"Right engine's out!" Bob exclaimed.

"It's still spinning! Try to restart it." You told him.

You felt a jolt in the jet, "Locket, it's on fire, go up!"

"Travelling up."

You pulled up and tried to get things going again, but none of the engines were budging.

"Oh my god." You vaguely heard your Dads voice over the comms but you couldn't think about him right now.

"We're on fire! We're on fire!" Bob shouted.

"Shit!"

You kept trying to extinguish the fires but nothing was working.

Engine fire, right, the jet announced to you as if you didn't already fucking know.

"Extinguishing right engine! Come on, dammit!" You screamed.

"y/n, Bob, punch out, punch out!" Your Dad shouted over comms.

"There's warning lights everywhere! Hydraulics failure!" Bob announced.

The joystick went loose under your grip, "I can't control it!" You panicked, not able to gain any sort of grip on the control.

"We're going down, Locket!" Bob screamed.

"You can't shake it, eject! Eject!" Your Dad shouted.

"Eject, eject!" You repeated.

You grappled for the ejection knob, your sense of direction and coordination all over the shop. Your hands struggled for it before grabbing it and pulling.

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Rooster sat alone in a classroom, his fingers fiddling with his dog tags he had taken from around his neck. His heart hadn't stopped pounding since the bird strike hit. And now he was sitting with the worst feeling settled in his stomach, churning away, as he had to wait at base for any sort of news on you and Bob.

He wanted to go after you when everyone was up in the air, but Mav's clear and threatening instructions told him not to. Maverick didn't even go after you. He had to follow protocol for once in his life. Rooster didn't know why Maverick wasn't allowing himself or Rooster to go, because both of them would have done it without a second thought.

The room was silent and empty, but Rooster's mind was filled with everything that could have possibly happened. He could feel the burning in his nose when he thought of the worst thing that could have happened.

Surely not, he thought. Not you.

He couldn't handle someone else getting hurt, let alone you. He wouldn't let it happen.

Just as a tear threatened to escape his eye, Maverick walked slowly into the classroom. Rooster sniffled and looked up at the man he once thought of as a father figure. Rage filled him from the inside out. Maverick stood with a dishevelled look on his face and a slumped figure, hinting to Rooster that something bad had happened.

Rooster's body shifted from rage, waiting to hear what Mav had to say.

"y/n and Bob are getting kept in hospital for more check-up's but they're okay. Nothing severe." He said.

Rooster's body relaxed and he sighed in relief, looking down at his dog tags and running his thumb over the indents.

He nodded, "That's good."

Maverick watched Rooster for a few seconds. The way he was sitting, staring down at his hands and not wanting to look up. It broke his heart.

"I've never lost a wingman." Rooster spoke.

Mav swallowed, "You're lucky. You fly long enough, it'll happen."

Rooster nodded then scoffed, lifting his tags and putting them back around his neck.

"Easy for you to say." He started, tucking the tags beneath his navy t-shirt.

He still didn't look at Mav. The years of anger and resentment were boiling beneath the surface, ready to blow at any moment. Maverick knew it was coming.

"No wife or friends. Only y/n to mourn you when you burn in." Rooster said, finally looking up at Maverick.

Maverick was now the one averting eye contact, not wanting to fuel any sort of fire that was already burning.

"Just...go home. Get some rest." Mav said, turning around to walk back out of the classroom.

Rooster stood abruptly, the chair he was sitting on sliding back from him and screeching across the floor.

"Why did you pull my papers from the academy?" He raised his voice.

"Why did you stand in my way?" He pointed a finger at Maverick, despite his back being turned.

Maverick stopped in the doorway, turning his head back, "You weren't ready."

"Ready for what? Huh? To fly like you?"

Maverick turned around fully, facing the man that was now taller than him by a few inches. When he looked at Rooster he could just see Goose.

"No. Ready for trusting your instincts. Don't think; just do. You think up there, you're dead. Believe me." He retorted.

Rooster was up close to Mav now, not letting him get away with anything.

"My Dad believed in you. I'm not going to make the same mistake." Rooster said in a hushed voice.

Maverick inhaled sharply, taken aback by what Rooster had just said. His jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists, fingernails digging into his palms.

Just as he was about to say something to Rooster, Admiral Bates appeared at the door. Neither Rooster nor Maverick knew how long he was standing there for.

"Maverick..."

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A knock sounded on the door of your hospital room, waking you. You grumbled slightly, rubbing your eye with your knuckles and forcing yourself to look to the door.

"y/n? Honey?"

The familiar and comforting sound of your Dads voice relaxed you, and you smiled when your eyes focused on his figure. You shifted, sitting more upright in the semi-comfortable bed.

"Hey, Dad." You smiled.

You winced as you relaxed into your new position, your spine aching. Your Dad closed the door behind him and walked to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. He had changed into casual clothes, his signature leather jacket in hand.

He seemed tired, which you weren't surprised at, but something about him felt off.

"How are you?" He asked, resting a hand on your ankle.

You yawned, shrugging slightly.

"Exhausted. My back hurts a lot, obviously, but the pain killers are doing their job."

He nodded, "Good. Hopefully you'll be back in business soon."

You smiled, "I've gotta be."

Your Dad flashed a smile, but it faded quickly. You studied his face for a moment. He wasn't looking at you, only at his hand that was now rubbing your ankle.

"Dad, what's wrong?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

He sighed, and ran a hand over his face. Dread began to fill you from your stomach. Your cheeks began to burn. Something bad had happened.

"Ice just passed away."

The news knocked the wind out of you.

What?

"What? Are you- are you serious?" You asked.

He nodded, finally looking to you. His eyes glistened with tears and you could feel your eyes begin to sting.

"Damn it." You let your head fall back, and the tears fall.

Ice wasn't family by blood, but he was still family to you and Dad. He was your Uncle Ice. The guy you used to go to for lessons and advice if you couldn't ask your Dad. The guy who would sit up for hours just telling you stories of him and your Dad at Top Gun all those years ago.

You had watched him suffer through cancer all that time and you knew he wasn't going to get better, but the thought of him dying was one you never, ever, wanted to think about.

"Dad, I'm so sorry." You cried, looking back to him.

He shook his head and shuffled up the bed, wrapping his arms around you. You lifted your arms around your Dads back, ignoring the pain in your limbs as you moved. You both cried onto each other, hands gripping your backs as you came to terms with the grief.

"He wanted the best for us, sweetheart." Your Dad said, brushing a hand over your hair.

You nodded, sniffling and pulling away from him. He wiped his nose and looked to you with a weak smile.

"What're you gonna do now he's gone, huh?" You laughed.

"No one's gonna be saving your ass."

He laughed and shrugged, "I guess I gotta behave a little."

You grinned at him, "Never."

He smiled back and placed his hand on your shin, rubbing your bare skin up and down. You hated seeing the tortured look on his face. He had gone through so much already, and he was hoping for a fresh, new, start at Top Gun, but this was hurting him badly and you could tell. You hated seeing your Dad like this, and you're not sure if you've seen him this upset since Carole passed.

You put your hand over his, leaning forward and ignoring the screech of pain in your back.

"I'm your wingman, Dad. Always have been."

He nodded, and you saw a tear drip down his face.

"Always will be." He replied in a whisper.

A knock at the door startled the two of you. You both looked up as the door opened to see Rooster walking in timidly, his head poking in the door before his body. His mouth dropped a little when he saw that you and your Dad were obviously having a private moment.

Your Dad cleared his throat and tapped your leg before standing up from your bed. He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Bye, hun. Text me later." He said.

You nodded and sat back into a comfortable position in bed, watching as Rooster opened the door for your Dad, letting him past with nothing but a nod. You could feel an odd tension between them as your Dad nodded back to him and left the room.

The room went silent when Rooster shut the door. Your heart started beating ever-so slightly faster under the hospital gown and you attempted to control your breathing. You had no idea why you kept getting like this around him. Why your body reacted to him in such a way. You hadn't felt like this around a man since...- well, him, in high school.

He stood at the other side of the room, almost like he was afraid he'd hurt you if he even got close.

"Rooster?" You piped up.

He was wearing a black crewneck jumper with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and jeans that complimented his thighs. He looked darker than usual.

"A-are you okay?" He asked.

You just stared at him, watching his hesitant expressions. It was a good few seconds you two were just looking at each other, not sure how to react in the situation.

Until you broke the tension, holding a hand out to him. You saw him gulp, his Adams apple bobbing. He moved towards you slowly, and gently accepted your hand. You felt how warm he was, and you nodded for him to sit on the bed. He sat on the edge, not wanting to take up too much space. He gripped your hand tightly and you did it back.

"I wanted to go back for you." He whispered, looking at your hands.

You nodded, "I know. But that would have been stupid."

He smiled a little. Your heart broke seeing him so quiet and sad. You intertwined your hands, your fingers slotting perfectly between his. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like this was the relief he had been waiting for.

"I've only hurt my back. I'm hoping I'll be fine by next week. I'm not missing this mission." You told him.

He tensed and finally looked up at you.

"You're not going back up there."

You cocked your head back in shock, "What?"

"You're injured, y/n, I'm not letting you fly like this."

"I won't be this bad by next week, Rooster."

He rolled his eyes, "But you'll still be injured. What if you go up there and pull those insane amount of G's and your back gives out? You know what it feels like up there and its a lot of weight. There's no way you can do it."

"You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do." You scoffed.

"I don't care. I'm telling you not to go up."

"Rooster-"

"Would you stop calling me that!" He snapped.

You gasped a little at the volume of his voice and the harshness. He immediately closed his eyes, realising how sharp he sounded. You felt your nose sting again. You really didn't want to cry in front of him again. Not today, at least.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, contrasting his previous volume.

He dipped his head down and brought your joint hands to his forehead, pressing your hand directly onto his skin. You watched in slight shock as he held tightly onto you, and you felt his body shudder. He was crying. And it was going to make you sob if he kept going.

"I just- I thought that something bad happened to you." He stuttered quietly, his face shielded by your hands.

Your brows knitted together and you felt a tear drip down your cheek. Your heart broke for him.

"But I'm fine." You said, matching his low volume, your voice shaky.

He shook his head, "But what if you weren't? What would I have done?"

You sniffled, more tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

"You don't have to think about that, Brad, okay? You don't." You cried, shaking your head.

He moved your hand down his face, sobbing into it, his lips messily pressed against the back of your hand. You burst into your own set of tears watching him.

"I'm okay, Brad, I'm okay." You repeated softly.

You opened your palm and cupped the side of his face, catching a few of his tears on your fingers. You swiped your thumb over his cheek as he did to you just that morning. His long, dark, eyelashes clumped together as he clenched his eyes shut, as if he was trying to stop crying.

"Look at me," You whispered shakily.

He held your wrist, not wanting you to let go of him. And you weren't going to. His eyes lifted to yours, teary and tired. Your stomach dropped and fluttered. Even like this, he looked at you the same way he always did. With the dark stare that felt like he was staring into your soul and reading your darkest secrets.

Your hand stilled on his face as you looked to his lips. You swear you didn't mean to. It just happened. And when you looked back to his eyes, they were on your lips, and your stomach fluttered even more.

Your thumb moved before you could think about it. It slowly slid to his lips, and your eyes focused on what you were doing. You pressed the pad of your thumb against his bottom lip, and swiped it along to the middle. His lips parted, and you pushed your thumb gently into his mouth. His tongue met your thumb before he closed his lips around it, only licking the tip of it. Your core pulsed under you, your own mouth dropping open and your eyes falling heavy with lust.

The hand that stayed on your wrist pulled your hand away from his face. His eyes were blown out, and with his other hand, he reached towards you. He pushed back some hair from your neck and moved closer to you.

You lifted your head to make some contribution to the effort, and his hand cupped your face. Your breath quickened as he closed the space between the two of you. And when his lips touched yours so delicately and gently, you hummed in relief. As if you had been waiting your whole life for this kiss. You relaxed into him, and moved into it.

His lips slotted between yours and softly kissed you, taking his time to savour everything. You held onto his forearms, not able to reach forward to hold onto anything else. His arms were strong under your hands, and you felt safe wrapped in him.

His masculine and fresh scent enveloped you as he intensified the kiss, moving closer to you on the bed. You licked your tongue slowly into his mouth, tasting how familiar he was to you. He hummed, intensifying the kiss with his own tongue, and his hands gripping the nape of your neck. Your hands gripped his forearms, digging your fingernails lightly into his skin.

His lips and tongue began to move from your lips, down your jaw, and to your neck. You moaned, moving your hands to his hair. He slid his hands down, one of them resting on the front of your upper stomach, and the other going around to your lower back for support.

His lips sucked at your skin, licking over and kissing any skin he could get.

"Bradley," You moaned breathlessly.

He groaned against your skin and switched sides, moving kisses up to your ear where he sucked and bit your earlobe slightly. You tugged on his hair, feeling the bristles of his facial hair tickle you.

"Touch me," You whispered to him.

"I don't want to hurt you, honey." He whispered back, kissing the side of your jaw.

"You won't, I'm fine. I need you." You moaned.

He groaned, moving his face from yours to look at you. You stared at him and brushed a hand over his messy hair. He was so fucking pretty. You missed him so much.

"You need to recover." He told you.

You scrunched your eyebrows together. Why was he being so nice? Could he just not care about you so much for a while? You wanted him. Needed him.

"I want to, though." You whispered, almost embarrassed at how desperate you were being.

He smiled and kissed the palm of your hand that rested on his cheek.

"I can't tell you how much it hurts me - physically and emotionally - to wait but I think we should. You need to recover." He smiled softly.

You sighed, knowing he was right. He dipped his head and ghosted his lips over yours. Your breath caught in your throat and your whole body stilled. You closed your eyes in bliss but his were open slightly to watch your reaction. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, his bottom lip encased by yours.

He gripped your hip tightly and you held onto the back of his neck like you were savouring every second. He pulled away slowly, and your body followed until your lips parted.

Another knock came at the door. You wiped your nose and groaned, and Rooster sat back at the end of the bed with a blush and a smile.

"Jesus Christ, how many people are coming today? Come in!" You responded.

Your Dad walked in to both you and Rooster's surprise. He awkwardly looked between the two of you and then turned his head to you.

"I need to talk to you..."

"No, it's fine." You interrupted, looking to Rooster.

He nodded at you then turned to your Dad, "I was just leaving."

Your Dad nodded and stood by the open door. Rooster stood slowly, not sure how to say goodbye to you when your Dad was watching. You noticed the slight bulge in his jeans and clamped your lips shut.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He said to you.

You smiled, "Sure."

He nodded and turned around to walk out the door. Your Dad stood with a curious look on his face as you both watched Rooster leave the awkward room.

"Could you not have waited until he left?" You asked.

Your Dad smirked, "I don't even need to talk to you about anything. He was just in here alone with you for too long."

You scoffed, "Dad! That's so rude!"

He laughed, "I love you, get a good rest. I'll come back tomorrow morning."

You shook your head and ran a hand over your face, "You're insufferable. Goodnight."

"Night, sweetie."

You shook your head and giggled as your Dad left the room. You slid down into a comfortable sleeping position, a pillow behind you to support your back. You fell asleep almost straight away, with thoughts of Bradley - and only Bradley - in your mind.

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