Warnings: this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise
You hadn't exactly planned on your truck breaking down at the side of the road, but it seemed like the odds were against your favor.
The party you were invited to had started an hour ago and you were running more than fashionably late, with your phone battery dead for an even longer time period.
You were sweating and exhausted, had no tools to repair your car and no means to contact anyone.
It was just your luck that your truck had broken down at the most deserted road in Texas.
You were too exhausted to be relieved about the car stopping next to you, but the surprise of finding your ex kindergarten boyfriend looking back at you hit you like a truck.
Jake’s grin was wide as he greeted you, getting out of his car to take a look at yours.
It had been years since you had last seen Jake.
While he had been your boyfriend in kindergarten you drifted apart in different schools, but at town gatherings you had always been cordial.
Now you were immensely grateful to see Jake, and you were surprised how much he had changed.
Jake had been a smug idiot with more head than body when you had last seen him four years ago, but he had filled out beautifully, his face getting sharper too.
You were sure you were blushing as you thanked him for his help.
“Can I give you a ride?”, he asked you gently, and you nodded immediately.
“Thank you. It's my mom's birthday party and I'm deadly late”, you explained as the two of you got into his car.
When Jake asked about your mom by name you were surprised once more, but told him that she was doing fine.
“That’s kind of you. You look good, by the way”, you added, and a chuckle left his lips.
“Just good?”, he asked, which prompted you to laugh a little.
“More than good”, you replied.
There was a moment in which neither of you talked, but you felt tension crackling in the air.
The silence was comfortable but full of so much tension that you cleared your throat.
“So what do you think of my car?”, you asked Jake, and he shot you a knowing smile.
“It’ll be fine once I get my tools from back home, don't worry”, he said, and you nodded gratefully.
“So you can fix it?”, you asked.
“I can fix a plane, how hard can it be?”, he replied, and you chuckled.
From then on conversation flowed naturally, with longing glances shared between the two of you.
You shared your stories from the last time you had seen each other and learned a lot about the other, which only enticed the both of you more.
Jake told you that he was visiting his parents and you told him about your plans and aspirations.
When you arrived at your mom's house Jake got out to open the car door for you and help you get out at the same time as your grandma opened the front door of the house.
You didn't quite want to let go of Jake's hand as you exited the truck, and your grandma started smiling widely.
“Jake, honey, why don't you come on in”, she suggested and Jake's eyes fell to yours to see your reaction.
“Grams, mom’ll…”, you started, but your grandma interrupted you.
“Your mom will be fine. Have some cake with us, honey”, she asked, and you chuckled in defeat.
You didn't want Jake to leave either, which was why you didn't put up a fight.
Gingerly, you took Jake's hand and pulled him along, getting him a slice of cake just as your grandma had promised.
Jake was welcomed into the family celebration much like he would be into the family in only a few months’ time.
Warnings: this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise
You hadn't exactly planned on your truck breaking down at the side of the road, but it seemed like the odds were against your favor.
The party you were invited to had started an hour ago and you were running more than fashionably late, with your phone battery dead for an even longer time period.
You were sweating and exhausted, had no tools to repair your car and no means to contact anyone.
It was just your luck that your truck had broken down at the most deserted road in Texas.
You were too exhausted to be relieved about the car stopping next to you, but the surprise of finding your ex kindergarten boyfriend looking back at you hit you like a truck.
Jake’s grin was wide as he greeted you, getting out of his car to take a look at yours.
It had been years since you had last seen Jake.
While he had been your boyfriend in kindergarten you drifted apart in different schools, but at town gatherings you had always been cordial.
Now you were immensely grateful to see Jake, and you were surprised how much he had changed.
Jake had been a smug idiot with more head than body when you had last seen him four years ago, but he had filled out beautifully, his face getting sharper too.
You were sure you were blushing as you thanked him for his help.
“Can I give you a ride?”, he asked you gently, and you nodded immediately.
“Thank you. It's my mom's birthday party and I'm deadly late”, you explained as the two of you got into his car.
When Jake asked about your mom by name you were surprised once more, but told him that she was doing fine.
“That’s kind of you. You look good, by the way”, you added, and a chuckle left his lips.
“Just good?”, he asked, which prompted you to laugh a little.
“More than good”, you replied.
There was a moment in which neither of you talked, but you felt tension crackling in the air.
The silence was comfortable but full of so much tension that you cleared your throat.
“So what do you think of my car?”, you asked Jake, and he shot you a knowing smile.
“It’ll be fine once I get my tools from back home, don't worry”, he said, and you nodded gratefully.
“So you can fix it?”, you asked.
“I can fix a plane, how hard can it be?”, he replied, and you chuckled.
From then on conversation flowed naturally, with longing glances shared between the two of you.
You shared your stories from the last time you had seen each other and learned a lot about the other, which only enticed the both of you more.
Jake told you that he was visiting his parents and you told him about your plans and aspirations.
When you arrived at your mom's house Jake got out to open the car door for you and help you get out at the same time as your grandma opened the front door of the house.
You didn't quite want to let go of Jake's hand as you exited the truck, and your grandma started smiling widely.
“Jake, honey, why don't you come on in”, she suggested and Jake's eyes fell to yours to see your reaction.
“Grams, mom’ll…”, you started, but your grandma interrupted you.
“Your mom will be fine. Have some cake with us, honey”, she asked, and you chuckled in defeat.
You didn't want Jake to leave either, which was why you didn't put up a fight.
Gingerly, you took Jake's hand and pulled him along, getting him a slice of cake just as your grandma had promised.
Jake was welcomed into the family celebration much like he would be into the family in only a few months’ time.
Warnings: this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise
You hadn't exactly planned on your truck breaking down at the side of the road, but it seemed like the odds were against your favor.
The party you were invited to had started an hour ago and you were running more than fashionably late, with your phone battery dead for an even longer time period.
You were sweating and exhausted, had no tools to repair your car and no means to contact anyone.
It was just your luck that your truck had broken down at the most deserted road in Texas.
You were too exhausted to be relieved about the car stopping next to you, but the surprise of finding your ex kindergarten boyfriend looking back at you hit you like a truck.
Jake’s grin was wide as he greeted you, getting out of his car to take a look at yours.
It had been years since you had last seen Jake.
While he had been your boyfriend in kindergarten you drifted apart in different schools, but at town gatherings you had always been cordial.
Now you were immensely grateful to see Jake, and you were surprised how much he had changed.
Jake had been a smug idiot with more head than body when you had last seen him four years ago, but he had filled out beautifully, his face getting sharper too.
You were sure you were blushing as you thanked him for his help.
“Can I give you a ride?”, he asked you gently, and you nodded immediately.
“Thank you. It's my mom's birthday party and I'm deadly late”, you explained as the two of you got into his car.
When Jake asked about your mom by name you were surprised once more, but told him that she was doing fine.
“That’s kind of you. You look good, by the way”, you added, and a chuckle left his lips.
“Just good?”, he asked, which prompted you to laugh a little.
“More than good”, you replied.
There was a moment in which neither of you talked, but you felt tension crackling in the air.
The silence was comfortable but full of so much tension that you cleared your throat.
“So what do you think of my car?”, you asked Jake, and he shot you a knowing smile.
“It’ll be fine once I get my tools from back home, don't worry”, he said, and you nodded gratefully.
“So you can fix it?”, you asked.
“I can fix a plane, how hard can it be?”, he replied, and you chuckled.
From then on conversation flowed naturally, with longing glances shared between the two of you.
You shared your stories from the last time you had seen each other and learned a lot about the other, which only enticed the both of you more.
Jake told you that he was visiting his parents and you told him about your plans and aspirations.
When you arrived at your mom's house Jake got out to open the car door for you and help you get out at the same time as your grandma opened the front door of the house.
You didn't quite want to let go of Jake's hand as you exited the truck, and your grandma started smiling widely.
“Jake, honey, why don't you come on in”, she suggested and Jake's eyes fell to yours to see your reaction.
“Grams, mom’ll…”, you started, but your grandma interrupted you.
“Your mom will be fine. Have some cake with us, honey”, she asked, and you chuckled in defeat.
You didn't want Jake to leave either, which was why you didn't put up a fight.
Gingerly, you took Jake's hand and pulled him along, getting him a slice of cake just as your grandma had promised.
Jake was welcomed into the family celebration much like he would be into the family in only a few months’ time.
Warnings: this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise
You hadn't exactly planned on your truck breaking down at the side of the road, but it seemed like the odds were against your favor.
The party you were invited to had started an hour ago and you were running more than fashionably late, with your phone battery dead for an even longer time period.
You were sweating and exhausted, had no tools to repair your car and no means to contact anyone.
It was just your luck that your truck had broken down at the most deserted road in Texas.
You were too exhausted to be relieved about the car stopping next to you, but the surprise of finding your ex kindergarten boyfriend looking back at you hit you like a truck.
Jake’s grin was wide as he greeted you, getting out of his car to take a look at yours.
It had been years since you had last seen Jake.
While he had been your boyfriend in kindergarten you drifted apart in different schools, but at town gatherings you had always been cordial.
Now you were immensely grateful to see Jake, and you were surprised how much he had changed.
Jake had been a smug idiot with more head than body when you had last seen him four years ago, but he had filled out beautifully, his face getting sharper too.
You were sure you were blushing as you thanked him for his help.
“Can I give you a ride?”, he asked you gently, and you nodded immediately.
“Thank you. It's my mom's birthday party and I'm deadly late”, you explained as the two of you got into his car.
When Jake asked about your mom by name you were surprised once more, but told him that she was doing fine.
“That’s kind of you. You look good, by the way”, you added, and a chuckle left his lips.
“Just good?”, he asked, which prompted you to laugh a little.
“More than good”, you replied.
There was a moment in which neither of you talked, but you felt tension crackling in the air.
The silence was comfortable but full of so much tension that you cleared your throat.
“So what do you think of my car?”, you asked Jake, and he shot you a knowing smile.
“It’ll be fine once I get my tools from back home, don't worry”, he said, and you nodded gratefully.
“So you can fix it?”, you asked.
“I can fix a plane, how hard can it be?”, he replied, and you chuckled.
From then on conversation flowed naturally, with longing glances shared between the two of you.
You shared your stories from the last time you had seen each other and learned a lot about the other, which only enticed the both of you more.
Jake told you that he was visiting his parents and you told him about your plans and aspirations.
When you arrived at your mom's house Jake got out to open the car door for you and help you get out at the same time as your grandma opened the front door of the house.
You didn't quite want to let go of Jake's hand as you exited the truck, and your grandma started smiling widely.
“Jake, honey, why don't you come on in”, she suggested and Jake's eyes fell to yours to see your reaction.
“Grams, mom’ll…”, you started, but your grandma interrupted you.
“Your mom will be fine. Have some cake with us, honey”, she asked, and you chuckled in defeat.
You didn't want Jake to leave either, which was why you didn't put up a fight.
Gingerly, you took Jake's hand and pulled him along, getting him a slice of cake just as your grandma had promised.
Jake was welcomed into the family celebration much like he would be into the family in only a few months’ time.
Warnings: this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise
You hadn't exactly planned on your truck breaking down at the side of the road, but it seemed like the odds were against your favor.
The party you were invited to had started an hour ago and you were running more than fashionably late, with your phone battery dead for an even longer time period.
You were sweating and exhausted, had no tools to repair your car and no means to contact anyone.
It was just your luck that your truck had broken down at the most deserted road in Texas.
You were too exhausted to be relieved about the car stopping next to you, but the surprise of finding your ex kindergarten boyfriend looking back at you hit you like a truck.
Jake’s grin was wide as he greeted you, getting out of his car to take a look at yours.
It had been years since you had last seen Jake.
While he had been your boyfriend in kindergarten you drifted apart in different schools, but at town gatherings you had always been cordial.
Now you were immensely grateful to see Jake, and you were surprised how much he had changed.
Jake had been a smug idiot with more head than body when you had last seen him four years ago, but he had filled out beautifully, his face getting sharper too.
You were sure you were blushing as you thanked him for his help.
“Can I give you a ride?”, he asked you gently, and you nodded immediately.
“Thank you. It's my mom's birthday party and I'm deadly late”, you explained as the two of you got into his car.
When Jake asked about your mom by name you were surprised once more, but told him that she was doing fine.
“That’s kind of you. You look good, by the way”, you added, and a chuckle left his lips.
“Just good?”, he asked, which prompted you to laugh a little.
“More than good”, you replied.
There was a moment in which neither of you talked, but you felt tension crackling in the air.
The silence was comfortable but full of so much tension that you cleared your throat.
“So what do you think of my car?”, you asked Jake, and he shot you a knowing smile.
“It’ll be fine once I get my tools from back home, don't worry”, he said, and you nodded gratefully.
“So you can fix it?”, you asked.
“I can fix a plane, how hard can it be?”, he replied, and you chuckled.
From then on conversation flowed naturally, with longing glances shared between the two of you.
You shared your stories from the last time you had seen each other and learned a lot about the other, which only enticed the both of you more.
Jake told you that he was visiting his parents and you told him about your plans and aspirations.
When you arrived at your mom's house Jake got out to open the car door for you and help you get out at the same time as your grandma opened the front door of the house.
You didn't quite want to let go of Jake's hand as you exited the truck, and your grandma started smiling widely.
“Jake, honey, why don't you come on in”, she suggested and Jake's eyes fell to yours to see your reaction.
“Grams, mom’ll…”, you started, but your grandma interrupted you.
“Your mom will be fine. Have some cake with us, honey”, she asked, and you chuckled in defeat.
You didn't want Jake to leave either, which was why you didn't put up a fight.
Gingerly, you took Jake's hand and pulled him along, getting him a slice of cake just as your grandma had promised.
Jake was welcomed into the family celebration much like he would be into the family in only a few months’ time.
Warnings: this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise
You hadn't exactly planned on your truck breaking down at the side of the road, but it seemed like the odds were against your favor.
The party you were invited to had started an hour ago and you were running more than fashionably late, with your phone battery dead for an even longer time period.
You were sweating and exhausted, had no tools to repair your car and no means to contact anyone.
It was just your luck that your truck had broken down at the most deserted road in Texas.
You were too exhausted to be relieved about the car stopping next to you, but the surprise of finding your ex kindergarten boyfriend looking back at you hit you like a truck.
Jake’s grin was wide as he greeted you, getting out of his car to take a look at yours.
It had been years since you had last seen Jake.
While he had been your boyfriend in kindergarten you drifted apart in different schools, but at town gatherings you had always been cordial.
Now you were immensely grateful to see Jake, and you were surprised how much he had changed.
Jake had been a smug idiot with more head than body when you had last seen him four years ago, but he had filled out beautifully, his face getting sharper too.
You were sure you were blushing as you thanked him for his help.
“Can I give you a ride?”, he asked you gently, and you nodded immediately.
“Thank you. It's my mom's birthday party and I'm deadly late”, you explained as the two of you got into his car.
When Jake asked about your mom by name you were surprised once more, but told him that she was doing fine.
“That’s kind of you. You look good, by the way”, you added, and a chuckle left his lips.
“Just good?”, he asked, which prompted you to laugh a little.
“More than good”, you replied.
There was a moment in which neither of you talked, but you felt tension crackling in the air.
The silence was comfortable but full of so much tension that you cleared your throat.
“So what do you think of my car?”, you asked Jake, and he shot you a knowing smile.
“It’ll be fine once I get my tools from back home, don't worry”, he said, and you nodded gratefully.
“So you can fix it?”, you asked.
“I can fix a plane, how hard can it be?”, he replied, and you chuckled.
From then on conversation flowed naturally, with longing glances shared between the two of you.
You shared your stories from the last time you had seen each other and learned a lot about the other, which only enticed the both of you more.
Jake told you that he was visiting his parents and you told him about your plans and aspirations.
When you arrived at your mom's house Jake got out to open the car door for you and help you get out at the same time as your grandma opened the front door of the house.
You didn't quite want to let go of Jake's hand as you exited the truck, and your grandma started smiling widely.
“Jake, honey, why don't you come on in”, she suggested and Jake's eyes fell to yours to see your reaction.
“Grams, mom’ll…”, you started, but your grandma interrupted you.
“Your mom will be fine. Have some cake with us, honey”, she asked, and you chuckled in defeat.
You didn't want Jake to leave either, which was why you didn't put up a fight.
Gingerly, you took Jake's hand and pulled him along, getting him a slice of cake just as your grandma had promised.
Jake was welcomed into the family celebration much like he would be into the family in only a few months’ time.
I wrote this as a drabble for @topgundrabble I hope you like it!
It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.
The prompt is matching.
Warnings: sexism
When you were asked to join Top Gun as a fighter pilot you were fresh out of a relationship and done with them, you feared.
Your last boyfriend had been slightly arrogant and rude, which you had mistaken for confidence, but it was only one of the reasons why you split.
He hadn't physically hurt you but he was rude and enjoyed the housework you did without thinking of ways to participate or repay you.
He had also voiced sexist opinions in the end, certainly the last straw and reason why you had left him.
At Top Gun you didn't particularly want to start a new relationship, but fate certainly had other plans.
Your fellow aviators and teammates were amazing, each and every one of them, and it felt like you spent every waking minute talking to at least one of them.
Work wasn't as exhausting when you shared it with your teammates.
One of the guys you were most surprised by, though, was Jake ‘Hangman' Seresin.
He had qualities that seemed like your ex at first; the way he seemed cocky without reason and his rivalry with male teammates like Bradley, but you realized quickly that he was actually kind and sincere.
Once in a group setting you had mentioned your unfortunate ex and Jake was shocked by what you told him about him.
He was quick to apologize for his behavior and sought you out to talk to you about it in a more private corner of the bar, spending the evening talking to you about past relationships and new aspirations.
From then on you spent more time with Jake than any other aviator, not that the others knew about it.
Jake and you were deliberately not telling them about your newfound friendship, that shifted more and more into something else.
He was attractive, yes, but above all else Jake tried to relate to you and understand you, which was more attractive than any sixpack ever could be.
You were so happy to share your insights with Jake and he was excited to learn from you, while he also told you anything you wanted to know from him.
The more you knew about each other the more your dynamic shifted, and you became comfortable with each other.
One afternoon after work you said goodbye to your peers, receiving a ‘see ya, sweetheart’ from Coyote.
It wasn't really a bad comment, and yet everyone knew you had something to say about it.
Before you could open your mouth to reply, though, Jake spoke up, stunning everyone into silence.
“Actually Javy that was sexist”, he exclaimed with a straight face, looking at his fellow aviator in all seriousness.
“The use of infantilizing language makes it seem like you don't see her as your equal”, he said, and the entire room stared at him.
He took everyone's reaction in and shrugged his shoulders, glancing at you before he continued to talk.
“What?! Language matters”, he added sheepishly.
Despite the fact that you didn't talk about your relationship yet you couldn't help the proud smile that appeared on your face as you heard the words you had said to Jake often enough, and that had seemingly made him more aware.
The pride was swelling as you saw your fellow pilots’ eyes switch from Jake to you, taking in the smile you simply couldn't suppress.
“You've been spending too much time with the newest edition to our team”, Bradley chuckled, before he realized what he had said.
“Wait, have you spent time with her?” He asked, and Jake's eyes searched yours for confirmation.
When you gave him a small nod he straightened up a little, his lips turning upwards in a proud smile.
“Yeah, so what”, he said, and you saw a bit of red creep onto his cheeks.
He looked adorable and you were taken aback by his honesty, your smile still on your lips as you watched the scene unfold.
“Her wisdom looks great on you, dude”, Bradley said.
There was agreement voiced all around but neither Jake nor you listened as you beamed at each other, just now having realized the same thing.
I wrote this as a drabble for @topgundrabble I hope you like it!
It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.
The prompt is matching.
Warnings: sexism
When you were asked to join Top Gun as a fighter pilot you were fresh out of a relationship and done with them, you feared.
Your last boyfriend had been slightly arrogant and rude, which you had mistaken for confidence, but it was only one of the reasons why you split.
He hadn't physically hurt you but he was rude and enjoyed the housework you did without thinking of ways to participate or repay you.
He had also voiced sexist opinions in the end, certainly the last straw and reason why you had left him.
At Top Gun you didn't particularly want to start a new relationship, but fate certainly had other plans.
Your fellow aviators and teammates were amazing, each and every one of them, and it felt like you spent every waking minute talking to at least one of them.
Work wasn't as exhausting when you shared it with your teammates.
One of the guys you were most surprised by, though, was Jake ‘Hangman' Seresin.
He had qualities that seemed like your ex at first; the way he seemed cocky without reason and his rivalry with male teammates like Bradley, but you realized quickly that he was actually kind and sincere.
Once in a group setting you had mentioned your unfortunate ex and Jake was shocked by what you told him about him.
He was quick to apologize for his behavior and sought you out to talk to you about it in a more private corner of the bar, spending the evening talking to you about past relationships and new aspirations.
From then on you spent more time with Jake than any other aviator, not that the others knew about it.
Jake and you were deliberately not telling them about your newfound friendship, that shifted more and more into something else.
He was attractive, yes, but above all else Jake tried to relate to you and understand you, which was more attractive than any sixpack ever could be.
You were so happy to share your insights with Jake and he was excited to learn from you, while he also told you anything you wanted to know from him.
The more you knew about each other the more your dynamic shifted, and you became comfortable with each other.
One afternoon after work you said goodbye to your peers, receiving a ‘see ya, sweetheart’ from Coyote.
It wasn't really a bad comment, and yet everyone knew you had something to say about it.
Before you could open your mouth to reply, though, Jake spoke up, stunning everyone into silence.
“Actually Javy that was sexist”, he exclaimed with a straight face, looking at his fellow aviator in all seriousness.
“The use of infantilizing language makes it seem like you don't see her as your equal”, he said, and the entire room stared at him.
He took everyone's reaction in and shrugged his shoulders, glancing at you before he continued to talk.
“What?! Language matters”, he added sheepishly.
Despite the fact that you didn't talk about your relationship yet you couldn't help the proud smile that appeared on your face as you heard the words you had said to Jake often enough, and that had seemingly made him more aware.
The pride was swelling as you saw your fellow pilots’ eyes switch from Jake to you, taking in the smile you simply couldn't suppress.
“You've been spending too much time with the newest edition to our team”, Bradley chuckled, before he realized what he had said.
“Wait, have you spent time with her?” He asked, and Jake's eyes searched yours for confirmation.
When you gave him a small nod he straightened up a little, his lips turning upwards in a proud smile.
“Yeah, so what”, he said, and you saw a bit of red creep onto his cheeks.
He looked adorable and you were taken aback by his honesty, your smile still on your lips as you watched the scene unfold.
“Her wisdom looks great on you, dude”, Bradley said.
There was agreement voiced all around but neither Jake nor you listened as you beamed at each other, just now having realized the same thing.
I wrote this as a drabble for @topgundrabble I hope you like it!
It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.
The prompt is matching.
Warnings: sexism
When you were asked to join Top Gun as a fighter pilot you were fresh out of a relationship and done with them, you feared.
Your last boyfriend had been slightly arrogant and rude, which you had mistaken for confidence, but it was only one of the reasons why you split.
He hadn't physically hurt you but he was rude and enjoyed the housework you did without thinking of ways to participate or repay you.
He had also voiced sexist opinions in the end, certainly the last straw and reason why you had left him.
At Top Gun you didn't particularly want to start a new relationship, but fate certainly had other plans.
Your fellow aviators and teammates were amazing, each and every one of them, and it felt like you spent every waking minute talking to at least one of them.
Work wasn't as exhausting when you shared it with your teammates.
One of the guys you were most surprised by, though, was Jake ‘Hangman' Seresin.
He had qualities that seemed like your ex at first; the way he seemed cocky without reason and his rivalry with male teammates like Bradley, but you realized quickly that he was actually kind and sincere.
Once in a group setting you had mentioned your unfortunate ex and Jake was shocked by what you told him about him.
He was quick to apologize for his behavior and sought you out to talk to you about it in a more private corner of the bar, spending the evening talking to you about past relationships and new aspirations.
From then on you spent more time with Jake than any other aviator, not that the others knew about it.
Jake and you were deliberately not telling them about your newfound friendship, that shifted more and more into something else.
He was attractive, yes, but above all else Jake tried to relate to you and understand you, which was more attractive than any sixpack ever could be.
You were so happy to share your insights with Jake and he was excited to learn from you, while he also told you anything you wanted to know from him.
The more you knew about each other the more your dynamic shifted, and you became comfortable with each other.
One afternoon after work you said goodbye to your peers, receiving a ‘see ya, sweetheart’ from Coyote.
It wasn't really a bad comment, and yet everyone knew you had something to say about it.
Before you could open your mouth to reply, though, Jake spoke up, stunning everyone into silence.
“Actually Javy that was sexist”, he exclaimed with a straight face, looking at his fellow aviator in all seriousness.
“The use of infantilizing language makes it seem like you don't see her as your equal”, he said, and the entire room stared at him.
He took everyone's reaction in and shrugged his shoulders, glancing at you before he continued to talk.
“What?! Language matters”, he added sheepishly.
Despite the fact that you didn't talk about your relationship yet you couldn't help the proud smile that appeared on your face as you heard the words you had said to Jake often enough, and that had seemingly made him more aware.
The pride was swelling as you saw your fellow pilots’ eyes switch from Jake to you, taking in the smile you simply couldn't suppress.
“You've been spending too much time with the newest edition to our team”, Bradley chuckled, before he realized what he had said.
“Wait, have you spent time with her?” He asked, and Jake's eyes searched yours for confirmation.
When you gave him a small nod he straightened up a little, his lips turning upwards in a proud smile.
“Yeah, so what”, he said, and you saw a bit of red creep onto his cheeks.
He looked adorable and you were taken aback by his honesty, your smile still on your lips as you watched the scene unfold.
“Her wisdom looks great on you, dude”, Bradley said.
There was agreement voiced all around but neither Jake nor you listened as you beamed at each other, just now having realized the same thing.
I wrote this as a drabble for @topgundrabble I hope you like it!
It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.
The prompt is matching.
Warnings: sexism
When you were asked to join Top Gun as a fighter pilot you were fresh out of a relationship and done with them, you feared.
Your last boyfriend had been slightly arrogant and rude, which you had mistaken for confidence, but it was only one of the reasons why you split.
He hadn't physically hurt you but he was rude and enjoyed the housework you did without thinking of ways to participate or repay you.
He had also voiced sexist opinions in the end, certainly the last straw and reason why you had left him.
At Top Gun you didn't particularly want to start a new relationship, but fate certainly had other plans.
Your fellow aviators and teammates were amazing, each and every one of them, and it felt like you spent every waking minute talking to at least one of them.
Work wasn't as exhausting when you shared it with your teammates.
One of the guys you were most surprised by, though, was Jake ‘Hangman' Seresin.
He had qualities that seemed like your ex at first; the way he seemed cocky without reason and his rivalry with male teammates like Bradley, but you realized quickly that he was actually kind and sincere.
Once in a group setting you had mentioned your unfortunate ex and Jake was shocked by what you told him about him.
He was quick to apologize for his behavior and sought you out to talk to you about it in a more private corner of the bar, spending the evening talking to you about past relationships and new aspirations.
From then on you spent more time with Jake than any other aviator, not that the others knew about it.
Jake and you were deliberately not telling them about your newfound friendship, that shifted more and more into something else.
He was attractive, yes, but above all else Jake tried to relate to you and understand you, which was more attractive than any sixpack ever could be.
You were so happy to share your insights with Jake and he was excited to learn from you, while he also told you anything you wanted to know from him.
The more you knew about each other the more your dynamic shifted, and you became comfortable with each other.
One afternoon after work you said goodbye to your peers, receiving a ‘see ya, sweetheart’ from Coyote.
It wasn't really a bad comment, and yet everyone knew you had something to say about it.
Before you could open your mouth to reply, though, Jake spoke up, stunning everyone into silence.
“Actually Javy that was sexist”, he exclaimed with a straight face, looking at his fellow aviator in all seriousness.
“The use of infantilizing language makes it seem like you don't see her as your equal”, he said, and the entire room stared at him.
He took everyone's reaction in and shrugged his shoulders, glancing at you before he continued to talk.
“What?! Language matters”, he added sheepishly.
Despite the fact that you didn't talk about your relationship yet you couldn't help the proud smile that appeared on your face as you heard the words you had said to Jake often enough, and that had seemingly made him more aware.
The pride was swelling as you saw your fellow pilots’ eyes switch from Jake to you, taking in the smile you simply couldn't suppress.
“You've been spending too much time with the newest edition to our team”, Bradley chuckled, before he realized what he had said.
“Wait, have you spent time with her?” He asked, and Jake's eyes searched yours for confirmation.
When you gave him a small nod he straightened up a little, his lips turning upwards in a proud smile.
“Yeah, so what”, he said, and you saw a bit of red creep onto his cheeks.
He looked adorable and you were taken aback by his honesty, your smile still on your lips as you watched the scene unfold.
“Her wisdom looks great on you, dude”, Bradley said.
There was agreement voiced all around but neither Jake nor you listened as you beamed at each other, just now having realized the same thing.
I wrote this as a drabble for @topgundrabble I hope you like it!
It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.
The prompt is matching.
Warnings: sexism
When you were asked to join Top Gun as a fighter pilot you were fresh out of a relationship and done with them, you feared.
Your last boyfriend had been slightly arrogant and rude, which you had mistaken for confidence, but it was only one of the reasons why you split.
He hadn't physically hurt you but he was rude and enjoyed the housework you did without thinking of ways to participate or repay you.
He had also voiced sexist opinions in the end, certainly the last straw and reason why you had left him.
At Top Gun you didn't particularly want to start a new relationship, but fate certainly had other plans.
Your fellow aviators and teammates were amazing, each and every one of them, and it felt like you spent every waking minute talking to at least one of them.
Work wasn't as exhausting when you shared it with your teammates.
One of the guys you were most surprised by, though, was Jake ‘Hangman' Seresin.
He had qualities that seemed like your ex at first; the way he seemed cocky without reason and his rivalry with male teammates like Bradley, but you realized quickly that he was actually kind and sincere.
Once in a group setting you had mentioned your unfortunate ex and Jake was shocked by what you told him about him.
He was quick to apologize for his behavior and sought you out to talk to you about it in a more private corner of the bar, spending the evening talking to you about past relationships and new aspirations.
From then on you spent more time with Jake than any other aviator, not that the others knew about it.
Jake and you were deliberately not telling them about your newfound friendship, that shifted more and more into something else.
He was attractive, yes, but above all else Jake tried to relate to you and understand you, which was more attractive than any sixpack ever could be.
You were so happy to share your insights with Jake and he was excited to learn from you, while he also told you anything you wanted to know from him.
The more you knew about each other the more your dynamic shifted, and you became comfortable with each other.
One afternoon after work you said goodbye to your peers, receiving a ‘see ya, sweetheart’ from Coyote.
It wasn't really a bad comment, and yet everyone knew you had something to say about it.
Before you could open your mouth to reply, though, Jake spoke up, stunning everyone into silence.
“Actually Javy that was sexist”, he exclaimed with a straight face, looking at his fellow aviator in all seriousness.
“The use of infantilizing language makes it seem like you don't see her as your equal”, he said, and the entire room stared at him.
He took everyone's reaction in and shrugged his shoulders, glancing at you before he continued to talk.
“What?! Language matters”, he added sheepishly.
Despite the fact that you didn't talk about your relationship yet you couldn't help the proud smile that appeared on your face as you heard the words you had said to Jake often enough, and that had seemingly made him more aware.
The pride was swelling as you saw your fellow pilots’ eyes switch from Jake to you, taking in the smile you simply couldn't suppress.
“You've been spending too much time with the newest edition to our team”, Bradley chuckled, before he realized what he had said.
“Wait, have you spent time with her?” He asked, and Jake's eyes searched yours for confirmation.
When you gave him a small nod he straightened up a little, his lips turning upwards in a proud smile.
“Yeah, so what”, he said, and you saw a bit of red creep onto his cheeks.
He looked adorable and you were taken aback by his honesty, your smile still on your lips as you watched the scene unfold.
“Her wisdom looks great on you, dude”, Bradley said.
There was agreement voiced all around but neither Jake nor you listened as you beamed at each other, just now having realized the same thing.
I wrote this for @nonscathingbullets I hope you like it!
It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x shy!female!reader imagine.
Warnings: mean comments (something like body shaming, but it's not explicitly body type related), use of curse words, I would like to say that I wrote this as a request, it wasn't my idea, so if you're uncomfortable with what you're reading please don't be upset with me
You had been in love with Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw ever since you first met in 9th grade, and you were lucky enough that he returned those feelings wholeheartedly.
Bradley and you were a couple three months after that, and happy ever since.
You supported him with his career and moved with him wherever he needed to go, which did bring a lot of fresh wind into your lives.
Very quickly Bradley's friends turned into yours as well, you were grateful for the people you got to meet.
Your Fridays evenings were always spent at the Hard Deck with your mutual friends, which was just like the evening you found yourself in.
You were invested in a heated but playful game of pool with Nat when you noticed Bradley at the bar, in a conversation with an eager blonde.
She was pretty, sure, but Bradley seemed obviously reluctant, and you smiled at that.
He was leaning away from her while engaging in polite conversation, but she didn't seem to take the hint.
She came closer and closer to Bradley, smiling and holding onto his forearm.
Bradley was fast enough and pulling his arm away but still the picture stung, and you excused yourself from your game with Nat to go talk to him.
The moment you reached your boyfriend one of his arms instinctively wrapped around you, much to the annoyance of the blonde.
“Wait, THAT's your girlfriend?” She exclaimed, her face contorting in something clearly mirroring disgust.
Her words hit you like a slap to the face and you turned to look at Bradley, whose immediate reaction was that his fingers started soothingly stroking your back.
“Yes, she is”, Bradley replied, and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek.
The discomfort in you swelled to a new high when the woman scrunched her nose, her eyes roaming your body until they returned to your face.
She had the bland but perfect features of a model, which wasn't exactly what you looked like.
“You deserve so much better”, the woman said.
This time her words manifested as an aching feeling in your guts and you just wanted to run away.
This time Bradley's roaming fingers stopped as his grip tightened, and an incredulous yet angry look appeared on his face.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” He asked, and blondie took a step back at his obvious aggressive tone.
“I mean you're… well you're gorgeous, and she's like, not?” she tried to reply, but Bradley certainly didn't like that answer.
“Yeah she is”, he said, not just a statement but an exclamation, which intimidated her further.
“She is, and you have no fucking right to say things like that”, he said, and you felt like you could slowly breathe again.
She was silent for a few seconds and masked her shock by sipping something from her very pink beverage, whatever that was.
“Honestly, the way you're behaving it's a shame you're generically pretty, it certainly doesn't fix your character“, he added.
"Penny, we've got someone who'll buy all of us a round", he shouted, and Penny earned loud cheers when she rang the bell.
The woman was confused until Bradley pointed at the sign in the middle of the bar, reading 'disrespect a lady, the navy, or put your cell phone on my bar you buy a round'.
“Now fuck off, neither of us want to see your face tonight or ever”, he added, standing up straighter, as if she needed more intimidation to leave the bar.
Her anger was obvious as her nostrils flared.
“Whatever”, she spit as she turned around on her heels, walking away with hips that were deliberately swaying.
Bradley didn't give her a second more of his attention as he handed you the drink that was the reason why he was at the bar in the first place.
“I'm sorry baby, are you alright?” he asked you, and you gave him a slow but determined nod, yet tears were still brimming in your eyes.
“You’re the most beautiful person in any room to me, you know that, right?” he added, and a smile appeared on your face.
Of course Bradley was right, it only mattered what you and your friends thought, and ugly people didn't show their true features until they opened their mouths.
I wrote this for @nonscathingbullets I hope you like it!
It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x shy!female!reader imagine.
Warnings: mean comments (something like body shaming, but it's not explicitly body type related), use of curse words, I would like to say that I wrote this as a request, it wasn't my idea, so if you're uncomfortable with what you're reading please don't be upset with me
You had been in love with Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw ever since you first met in 9th grade, and you were lucky enough that he returned those feelings wholeheartedly.
Bradley and you were a couple three months after that, and happy ever since.
You supported him with his career and moved with him wherever he needed to go, which did bring a lot of fresh wind into your lives.
Very quickly Bradley's friends turned into yours as well, you were grateful for the people you got to meet.
Your Fridays evenings were always spent at the Hard Deck with your mutual friends, which was just like the evening you found yourself in.
You were invested in a heated but playful game of pool with Nat when you noticed Bradley at the bar, in a conversation with an eager blonde.
She was pretty, sure, but Bradley seemed obviously reluctant, and you smiled at that.
He was leaning away from her while engaging in polite conversation, but she didn't seem to take the hint.
She came closer and closer to Bradley, smiling and holding onto his forearm.
Bradley was fast enough and pulling his arm away but still the picture stung, and you excused yourself from your game with Nat to go talk to him.
The moment you reached your boyfriend one of his arms instinctively wrapped around you, much to the annoyance of the blonde.
“Wait, THAT's your girlfriend?” She exclaimed, her face contorting in something clearly mirroring disgust.
Her words hit you like a slap to the face and you turned to look at Bradley, whose immediate reaction was that his fingers started soothingly stroking your back.
“Yes, she is”, Bradley replied, and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek.
The discomfort in you swelled to a new high when the woman scrunched her nose, her eyes roaming your body until they returned to your face.
She had the bland but perfect features of a model, which wasn't exactly what you looked like.
“You deserve so much better”, the woman said.
This time her words manifested as an aching feeling in your guts and you just wanted to run away.
This time Bradley's roaming fingers stopped as his grip tightened, and an incredulous yet angry look appeared on his face.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” He asked, and blondie took a step back at his obvious aggressive tone.
“I mean you're… well you're gorgeous, and she's like, not?” she tried to reply, but Bradley certainly didn't like that answer.
“Yeah she is”, he said, not just a statement but an exclamation, which intimidated her further.
“She is, and you have no fucking right to say things like that”, he said, and you felt like you could slowly breathe again.
She was silent for a few seconds and masked her shock by sipping something from her very pink beverage, whatever that was.
“Honestly, the way you're behaving it's a shame you're generically pretty, it certainly doesn't fix your character“, he added.
"Penny, we've got someone who'll buy all of us a round", he shouted, and Penny earned loud cheers when she rang the bell.
The woman was confused until Bradley pointed at the sign in the middle of the bar, reading 'disrespect a lady, the navy, or put your cell phone on my bar you buy a round'.
“Now fuck off, neither of us want to see your face tonight or ever”, he added, standing up straighter, as if she needed more intimidation to leave the bar.
Her anger was obvious as her nostrils flared.
“Whatever”, she spit as she turned around on her heels, walking away with hips that were deliberately swaying.
Bradley didn't give her a second more of his attention as he handed you the drink that was the reason why he was at the bar in the first place.
“I'm sorry baby, are you alright?” he asked you, and you gave him a slow but determined nod, yet tears were still brimming in your eyes.
“You’re the most beautiful person in any room to me, you know that, right?” he added, and a smile appeared on your face.
Of course Bradley was right, it only mattered what you and your friends thought, and ugly people didn't show their true features until they opened their mouths.
I wrote this for @nonscathingbullets I hope you like it!
It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x shy!female!reader imagine.
Warnings: mean comments (something like body shaming, but it's not explicitly body type related), use of curse words, I would like to say that I wrote this as a request, it wasn't my idea, so if you're uncomfortable with what you're reading please don't be upset with me
You had been in love with Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw ever since you first met in 9th grade, and you were lucky enough that he returned those feelings wholeheartedly.
Bradley and you were a couple three months after that, and happy ever since.
You supported him with his career and moved with him wherever he needed to go, which did bring a lot of fresh wind into your lives.
Very quickly Bradley's friends turned into yours as well, you were grateful for the people you got to meet.
Your Fridays evenings were always spent at the Hard Deck with your mutual friends, which was just like the evening you found yourself in.
You were invested in a heated but playful game of pool with Nat when you noticed Bradley at the bar, in a conversation with an eager blonde.
She was pretty, sure, but Bradley seemed obviously reluctant, and you smiled at that.
He was leaning away from her while engaging in polite conversation, but she didn't seem to take the hint.
She came closer and closer to Bradley, smiling and holding onto his forearm.
Bradley was fast enough and pulling his arm away but still the picture stung, and you excused yourself from your game with Nat to go talk to him.
The moment you reached your boyfriend one of his arms instinctively wrapped around you, much to the annoyance of the blonde.
“Wait, THAT's your girlfriend?” She exclaimed, her face contorting in something clearly mirroring disgust.
Her words hit you like a slap to the face and you turned to look at Bradley, whose immediate reaction was that his fingers started soothingly stroking your back.
“Yes, she is”, Bradley replied, and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek.
The discomfort in you swelled to a new high when the woman scrunched her nose, her eyes roaming your body until they returned to your face.
She had the bland but perfect features of a model, which wasn't exactly what you looked like.
“You deserve so much better”, the woman said.
This time her words manifested as an aching feeling in your guts and you just wanted to run away.
This time Bradley's roaming fingers stopped as his grip tightened, and an incredulous yet angry look appeared on his face.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” He asked, and blondie took a step back at his obvious aggressive tone.
“I mean you're… well you're gorgeous, and she's like, not?” she tried to reply, but Bradley certainly didn't like that answer.
“Yeah she is”, he said, not just a statement but an exclamation, which intimidated her further.
“She is, and you have no fucking right to say things like that”, he said, and you felt like you could slowly breathe again.
She was silent for a few seconds and masked her shock by sipping something from her very pink beverage, whatever that was.
“Honestly, the way you're behaving it's a shame you're generically pretty, it certainly doesn't fix your character“, he added.
"Penny, we've got someone who'll buy all of us a round", he shouted, and Penny earned loud cheers when she rang the bell.
The woman was confused until Bradley pointed at the sign in the middle of the bar, reading 'disrespect a lady, the navy, or put your cell phone on my bar you buy a round'.
“Now fuck off, neither of us want to see your face tonight or ever”, he added, standing up straighter, as if she needed more intimidation to leave the bar.
Her anger was obvious as her nostrils flared.
“Whatever”, she spit as she turned around on her heels, walking away with hips that were deliberately swaying.
Bradley didn't give her a second more of his attention as he handed you the drink that was the reason why he was at the bar in the first place.
“I'm sorry baby, are you alright?” he asked you, and you gave him a slow but determined nod, yet tears were still brimming in your eyes.
“You’re the most beautiful person in any room to me, you know that, right?” he added, and a smile appeared on your face.
Of course Bradley was right, it only mattered what you and your friends thought, and ugly people didn't show their true features until they opened their mouths.
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