I've had this sad AU in my head for too long, I've to share. You've been warned
So, what if it's Maverick who dies in hop 31 instead of Goose. And Goose loses his best friend, his pilot, the man he trusted the most in his life, his brother, and never goes back in a cockpit after that. It just hurts too much, he can't. Nobody will ever fly like him, so there's no point in trying.
And Mav looks after his family from so far up. He watches and watches, watches them live their lives, grow old and grow up without him. Sure he sees them talk about him from time to time, and never forget him, but he just feels so far away. Like he isn't there. he isn't he knows that, he's dead. He just feels so alone.
Because in this world, he never made peace with ice and slider, didn't know them past the competition and the rivalry. Maverick doesn't know that many people who sincerely miss him, because most people never bother to get to know him, let alone create a bound.
And then Bradley joins the Navy, becomes an aviators and takes on the sky. Just like his dad did, just like his Uncle Mav he heard so much about and he admires more than anything. For the first time in so long (oh god, has it been 15 years already?), Maverick's family is in the air, is in a cockpit, flying fast like he used to. For the first time since his death, he feels like he can put his arms around a loved one again and hold them. Finally he is hugging Bradley again, the little boy he held in his arms when he was barely born, the boy he sends every gif he could to, the boy he babysat when his parents went on dates, the boy he saw grow up. Mav flies sitting on Bradley's wing, making sure nothing touch his boy, making small miracles happen (rarely, but still), always protecting the young pilot. He flies with they boy who looks just like his father, who has his mother strength, the boy who wears his leather jacket everywhere he goes. And for the first time since his death, he doesn't feel alone, maybe he didn't even feel dead. Yeah this is what living is like to Mav, flying with is his family close
Ice: I love you.
Mav: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.
*Ice and Mav kiss passionately*
Goose, to Slider: You owe me 20 dollars.
Hey yall ik its been a bit since I've updated I still love Top Gun however I have now taken a like to Arcane so this is a Lightcannon fic!
The Apple Juice Theif
TW:drugs kinda
"Jinx Where are you going?" her sister yells as Jinx scurries out the door. Leaving quickly…
"Out to dinner I'll be back," she screams.
Vi shouts something else but Jinx doesn’t care.
Apple juice, here I come, she thinks.
Vi told her about her girlfriend's yoga place but Jinx had forgotten where in piltover it was.
Oh Welllll, she thinks, Time to explore I guess, all I know is that I'm getting more juice tonight.
Walking down the street she sees a person glowing in a window. With the lights off.
Weird. She looks at the sign on the door that reads CL Yoga Inc. This is the place.
She tries the door but it's locked. However she finds a way in through an open window. She looks around for a fridge. And finds it. Across the room from this crazy ass light demon who is singing pop music to herself.
Great.
Just great.
She thinks.
Jinx makes it across the room without the girl noticing her, and gets to the jackpot. A fridge full of water bottles and apple juice?
One by one, as she quickly takes bottles of apple juice from the fridge, Jinx stares at the pretty girl having a concert with herself in the yoga studio glowing. Literally.
Shit
Jinx thinks to herself. She sees the girl running over.
Just as Jinx scurries to the door, she gets pounced on. Her, and the once cradled bottles scatter to the floor. The blondie who pounced on her now standing on her chest. She throws a glass bottle at Jinx who shortly gets back on her feet. Attempting to grab the beloved bottles. She feels restraint, and turns.
This bitch
She thinks.
“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!” the mystery girl slams her against the glass door.
“Man, chill. I just want juice, it's not that deep.” Jinx tries to break free.
“What?” Blondie's voice lowers and her muscles relax. She looks at Jinx like she has five heads.
“LeT mE take the bottles and I'll leave you alone. Light bulb.” The girl returns to squishing Jinx, as if she was a moth, against the door.
“That insult stopped working years ago, and those juices are only for my students.”
Jinx rolls her eyes and the girl steps away. While walking to the light switch the girl says.
“Well then if you want apple juice you have to take a class and show me some yoga.” She turns Around and winks.
Jinx is now getting a full view of the pretty girl in front of her. Thinking…
I'd be down for a bit of yoga with her.
“If you insist.” Jinx rolls her eyes.
“Kay blueberry show me what you got.” They walk to the middle of the wood floor.
“That insult stopped working years ago.” She scoffs.
“I'm Luxanna but please, call me Lux” The blondie shares a charming smile.
“Jinx”
“Ahhh so you are the one my roommate hates.” Lux recalls.
“Damn no need to get personal I just want some juice.” She holds her hands in surrender.
“Oh my god I have a great idea. Go to the grocery store down the street.” Lux Scolds.
“That's not as fun as stealing some from the cute girl down the street.” Jinx pouts.
The blondie feels blush crawling across her cheeks. She then asks Jinx to show her a downward facing dog pose. After acing that they moved onto warrior one and two. One by one Luxanna led Jinx through different poses. Trying not to giggle as the blue haired girl bitches and moans.
It's about ten of ten when Lux Decides to let Jinx go through her last pose.
“ May I correct your form?” Lux smiles.
“ Sure thing Light Bulb ” Jinx winks, and Lux straightens the bottom leg in her scorpion giggling.
“You’re free, Jinx. Take your juice and go home.” She smiles, and within minutes the bottles return to Jinx's hands and she's on her way home.
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Jinx returned to her and Vi's house helping herself to the brand name apple juice earned from Lux. She gets stopped in her tracks…
“Where have you been?” Vi stops her, capturing her braid.
“That fancy yogurt studio your girlfriend owns.” She avoids eye contact admiring her bottle. “Hell, you didn't tell me her roommate was rich and sexy.” She plops on her sister's bed.
“ It's yoga, also Lux? And why were you going there for di-…You raided the fridge.” Vi shakes her head.
“Have an Apple Juice before it's gone.” Jinx winks.
“Get out.” Vi points to the door.
“Sir yes sir.” Jinx salutes.
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Jinx couldn't sleep that night. Thinking about Lux.
Her gold hair, blue eyes, thick thighs, and a voice which speaks a calm melody.
But more importantly
How did she do that thing with her body where she made herself glow and it radiated onto the whole room.
I'll never know unless…
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“ Lux, have you seen my eyeliner!?!?” Caitlyn panics.
“No but you can use mine.” Lux smiles.
“ Thank You.” Cait says.
The girls were getting ready for the Demacian Ball at the studio utilizing the wall of mirrors around them. Lux was nervous because she hasn't seen her family since she moved out so she decided to take Caitlyn as her plus one for moral support.
The door opens, the girls look over,instantly Caitlyn disappears to the bathroom.
“ Hey Jinx, what brings you here? We don't have classes on Sundays you know.” Lux giggles. The sun beaming through the windows illuminates her features in addition to the smoky grey ball gown with chrome accents.
“ Date me.”
“What?”
“What”
Shit.
Both girls blush. Jinx wants to crawl in a hole and die but she commits.
“Lux I wanna take you on a date uhhhhhh please?” She flashes the blondie puppy dog eyes.
“ That sounds amazing.” She Looks down.
The girls share their telephone info and they decide on a date for their date; next saturday evening.
“ Why you and Caitlyn dressed so fancy?” Jinx cocks her head.
“ Demacian Ball tonight!” Lux smiles. Jinx looks through the glass easily.
“ Nervous?”
“Uh yeah.” Lux looks at her in confusion. How could she tell?
“ Well I don't know why because your amazing. Have fun today.” Jinx smiles wich turns into a smirk as she walks towards the bathroom. “ Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Caitlynnnnnn you can come out of hidinggggg.”
Lux looks at her confused but she's captivated by Jinx's actions. Blue haired Vixen struts towards the yoga studio door.
“ Bye Jinx.” Blondie grins ear to ear.
“ Talk to ya toots.” Jinx blows a kiss and leaves. Cait reappears.
“ She did not just ask you out” Cait growls.
“SHE DIDDDDD.” Lux jumps; glows.
“ Say no!” Cait snaps Lux out of her trance.
“ What's wrong?” She shoots Cait a look.
“ Your reputation in your family is bad enough for leaving, I wonder what they will think when they hear you're dating piltover's most wanted criminal.” Cait steps towards her friend.
Lux's jaw drops she gasps.
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Music blasts. Vi doesn't even try to say Jinx's name as she walks over to the speaker and unplugs it.
“ What the fuck!”
“ I could ask the same thing to you. What's with the clothes everywhere?” She scoffs.
“ I have a date and I need something to wear now shoo.”
Vi did anything but that.
“ With who?” Vi starts Looking through the tiny pile of clothes.
“Luxanna Crownguard.” Jinx finally finds her favorite jorts with the heart shaped rips.
Vi's jaw drops “Lux? Like the blonde star guardian? Caits roommate?”
“ YuP!”
“ Awwwww have fun!” Vi coos.
Shortly Jinx kicks her sister out so she can change. She slides into the shorts and then replaces her well worn tank top with a clay color one sleeve blouse, then goes to the mirror.
3 miles away another girl looks in the mirror.
“ What should I do with my hair?” Lux says re-brushing her locks out in the bathroom in her and Caitlyn's apartment her friend sits on the bed in the other room.
“ How about a half up twist?” Caitlyn shouts.
“Thanks!” The blondie blushes just thinking about her night that awaits. Where Is she taking me? Lux thought.
The hair was done.
“ When's she coming?” Cait asks Lux as she walks out of the room.
“ Any Minute now she said 5:30.”
“ Hey, I wanna let you know. I'm happy That you're going on this date. I don't like Jinx but I haven't seen you this happy since the yoga studio opened and that makes me happier than you know.”
The door pounds before Lux can answer her best friend. The door opens.
“ Hi.” Lux blushes.
“ Good afternoon! COME ON!” Jinx pulls Lux through the door but is Shortly stopped by Cait.
“ Wait!” the girls turn around. “ Have her back by 10 no later. Lux I need to know where you are going at all times. Jinx… you break her heart I will find some damn way to break you.” Cait barks.
“ We are going to the book store you can calm down now richy rich.” Lux and Jinx finally leave.
“ THE BOOK STORE! WHERE? WHICH ONE?” Lux is buzzing, lighting up with joy.
“The two in Piltover and the one in Zaun. If it's okay with you maybe we could get some pacos or regular tacos. I know a guy who sells them!”
“What are pacos?” Lux says,looking puzzled.
“ pot plus taco equals paco.” Jinx confidently struts praying she doesn't scare the goddess right next to her.
“ definitely a regular one!” Lux smiles.
“ I wanna hold your hand.” Jinx looks at Lux.
“ You don't need to ask silly” Lux giggles, an invitation for Jinx to incases her hand in Lux's envelope.
And they walk off into the night with thoughts of books, pacos, and a new light.
Hey guys ik i haven't been active a lot on here but I have a new story idea:
Oc 1(we will call her person A): is a sweet feminine girl who wants to be a professional dancer ( dance is a very homophobic art /sport) who also loves politics, marching band, and cats. She got outed as bi to her homophobic religious family in her freshman year of high school and is dealing with homophobia, depression, and self-hatred. She also deals with her parents fighting because of her father's addiction issues and her mother's nosy and overbearing actions. Luckily in this horrible period, she has supportive friends.
OC 2 (we will call her person B):is a masculine sweetheart with a passion for soccer who wants her career to travel to college, and she enjoys cats, and CrossFit on the side! People think she is queer and she's sick of it she is straight just a mega ally! Her parents are super sweet and don't care about others' gender or sexuality. She has never had a boyfriend... But being friends with all the popular girls who play sports? There is not so much respect and diversity there especially for people in the lgbtq community.
The 2 girls were on separate paths of school life and had nothing against each other One could say they didn't even acknowledge each other's existence until the first day of the sophomore year they were in Spanish and befriended each other, over time they both noticed more, and more sneaky glances and flirty comments. Person A had a crush on B since the start of the year but B had claimed they were straight. But since person B became friends with person A she started to wonder if she wasn't straight and maybe she had feelings for person A. Over time both girls admit their feelings for each other Person B realizes she is bisexual. But they keep a relationship a secret because they don't know what will happen if they are seen together as a couple...
Summary: Bob lost his fiancé in a dog fight and goes through the grieving process. Eventually he learns to move on but then everything he thought he knew was a lie, including the fact that Y/N had died on that mission.
Pairings: Bob x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Lead up to smut but no actual smut. 18+ Only, Minors DNI
A/N: Thank you to @topguncortez @mayhem24-7forever and @callsign-fox for reading this before I posted!
It had been one year, five months, and six days since the day Bob’s world had completely crumbled beneath him. He wished he didn’t know how much time had passed since the worst day of his life, but he knew that it had been one year, five months, and six days since the aviator lost his fiancé, Y/F/N Y/L/N.
She too was a naval aviator and had been flying as the wingman to his front seater on what should have been an easy mission. However they got caught in a particularly nasty dog fight with some unforeseen bandits and it seemed no end was in sight.
Bob heard Y/N panic over the comms stating that she was out of flares and ammo, which caused his anxiety to grow. The fighter jet that was on her tail was relentless and extremely skilled. Y/N was one of the best pilots the Navy had and she couldn’t shake them. They had lost sight of her jet when he heard the explosion and someone over the comms stated that she had been shot down.
The rest of that day was a blur. He vaguely remembers getting back to the carrier and pleading for search and rescue to go out and find her, after that he had a panic attack and woke up in the infirmary the next day.
Search and rescue was launched the next day, but there had been no sign of Y/N. They couldn’t even find her chute to signify that she had ejected in time and walked away to find help. It was that day that she was presumed dead by the Navy.
Bob, while devastated, had a really hard time believing it at first. She was such an experienced pilot, there was no way she didn’t eject in time. Even at her funeral, he was in complete denial. Everyone else chalked it up to the grieving process but Bob said he had a gut feeling.
After three months, he finally let himself believe that she was really gone. The pain was raw and it felt like he had just lost her all over again. It’s like a tidal wave had crashed into him and knocked him into a state of depression.
He’d visit her gravesite every day he was stationed at their home base and talk to her about how much he missed her. He’d talk to her about their wedding plans and how he had to cancel their venue, call the caterers and the florist. He would tell her about the nightmares he had, reliving the worst moment of his life over and over again, calling it his own personal hell.
The nightmares were the worst part. It was always the same dream, starting off with a happy memory of theirs. He would relish in seeing her again, happy to be holding her in his arms only for her to be ripped away again and suddenly he’s awake, screaming her name.
He kept in contact with her family as much as he could, though it hurt to do so. They were grieving just as much as he was, so they weren’t always the best source of comfort. When he did, Y/N’s mom would always talk about how much the girl loved him. He knew she was right, but it hurt to hear it over and over again because it was past tense. Yet he had to continue to love her even though she was gone, and that just wasn’t fair.
About nine months after losing her, the nightmares weren’t as frequent but still happening now and again. The pain was still there, but it was a dull ache that he didn’t think would ever go away fully. He was starting to come to grips with having to live his life without her. Some days were still hard but he was starting to get back on his feet.
It was about a year after her death that a friend of his urged him to start dating again. He was very hesitant to try. Nobody could replace Y/N and the thought of dating anyone else made him feel disloyal. He knew that wasn’t the case and she’d want him to be happy, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty at the thought.
As much as he refused in the beginning, a week later Bob was set up on a blind date with a girl named Emma. She was beautiful and sweet, but a bit more quiet and reserved than Y/N. However they went to dinner and talked for quite some time. It was the first time that he didn’t think about Y/N every second, which surprised him.
After their date, he dropped her off at home like the gentleman he was and by the time he got home, he thought of Y/N. At first guilt overcame him but he could just picture her getting mad at him. “You deserve happiness, Bob! So go out there and live your life.”
So he did. After a few dates with Emma, he realized that moving on would never tarnish the memories he had with Y/N. The time he had spent with her (who he now referred to as his angel) was something he would always cherish. But since time was moving on, he needed to as well.
He still visits his angel’s grave every chance he gets because he does miss her (which he realizes will never fade) but this time he tells her stories of meeting Emma, and how she was helping him feel something again (though he also admits the dull ache is still there at times). He also starts to relive their memories, from the moment they met to their awkward first date, or remembering how it felt falling in love.
His contact with Y/N’s family has dwindled down, not by any choice of his own. They were happy to hear he was doing better and moving on, but after telling them, he was afraid he had torn open old wounds or upset them. He didn’t want to push them to keep in contact if they weren’t comfortable talking to him any longer.
Bob and Emma have now been dating for five months and he just got the call that he’ll be going back to Top Gun to train for a new mission. The two had been taking it slow, but he was a bit sad to be leaving her. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was starting to love her, or if he loved the fact that she helped him feel something other than grief. Either way, he doesn’t want to leave that comfort he’s started to gain.
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When Y/N’s jet was hit, she was able to eject but had been knocked unconscious upon hitting the ground. The chute had not worked the first few times she pulled on the tab, so the landing had been rough.
It had been about four weeks before Y/N woke up in a hospital bed with no recollection of who she was or what she had done to end up there. Doctors and nurses tried to explain that she had been found unconscious in the middle of the woods by some hikers passing by. She had been wearing a tattered flight suit attached to a torn parachute. This only confused her further because she could not remember a time that she had ever been flying.
There had been some other injuries that required a few surgeries here and there, as well as some extensive physical therapy. It was a long recovery, and it took a while for her memories to come back. Some came in bits and pieces, mainly recognizing faces but not being able to put names to them. Then she slowly recognized names and paired them with the faces.
It was about a year later that Y/N’s physical therapy had paid off, and her memories were back. Though she wanted nothing more than to call Bob or her parents, she knew she needed to get in contact with someone at the Navy that wasn’t her fiancé. She could only imagine what was going on there, knowing she had been gone for so long. Did they know she was alive? Had they been searching for her? She knew that last question was slim, but she wanted to hold onto a sliver of hope.
A week later, Y/N was in a Navy aircraft, heading back to the states. Her parents had been informed and would be waiting for her on the tarmac. She could only hope that meant they were bringing Bob with them.
To her disappointment, he wasn’t there to greet her. She immediately wrapped her parents in a hug as they cried and held onto her, muttering things about a funeral and thinking they’d never see her again. Her heart sank as she realized that Bob had also been under the impression that she was gone. Her parents noticed the look of despair on their daughter’s face and gave each other a look.
“Mom, why are you giving dad that look? Why isn’t Bob here? Surely you told him everything.”
Her mom paused and shook her head. “Y/N. Bob was a mess after that mission. It took him over a year to finally get back on his feet and socialize outside of being in the navy. He had nightmares, he went through bouts of depression. He’s finally happy again. We didn’t want to ruin that for him until we were entirely sure.”
Y/N nodded numbly, understanding why her parents had held off on telling him. She wanted to break down at the thought of the pain he felt thinking he had lost her. She was overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow, even if it wasn’t anything she could have avoided.
Her dad was the next to speak up. “There’s something else you should know.”
She glanced up at him, curiosity overcoming her.
He hesitated and she could tell he was nervous to say whatever he needed to. “He’s started dating again. He seems really happy.”
Upon hearing those words, Y/N wished the ground would swallow her whole. She broke down, and her parents held onto her as she cried, their own hearts breaking all over again.
Y/N’s parents took her back to their home, immediately having her go to the guest bedroom to rest. They were worried about her and claimed she needed to sleep. She didn’t argue, and figured sleep could do her some good.
The girl slept the rest of the night and well into the afternoon of the next day. Immediately after waking up, she went straight to the kitchen, where her parents were sitting at the table. “Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?”
Y/N shrugged as she fixed herself a cup of coffee. “Fine I guess, considering everything.”
Her parents gave her sympathetic glances that she tried to avoid. After she was done getting the coffee to her liking, she sat down at the table.
Her dad pushed his glasses up further on the bridge of his nose as he prepared to speak to her. “You should reach out to Bob today. I know it’s going to come as a shock, but I think he needs to know.”
Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared down at the untouched mug of coffee. “You said he’s happy right? He’s moving on and living his life?”
Her mom nodded, not sure where her daughter was going with this. Y/N sighed and continued on. “I'm not going to call him. Nobody else calls him, you understand? I can’t take away that happiness from him if he just got it back. I think telling him would only make things worse for him, not better.”
Her parents looked at each other shocked, not expecting that response. Her mom immediately shook her head. “Y/N, he needs to know. He deserves to know, and if he finds out through a picture on Instagram or some sort of Facebook post, that’s going to hurt him way more than hearing it from you.”
Y/N had always been stubborn and she was not about to back down from this. “My decision is final. No one tells him. I’m not going to ruin everything he’s worked to rebuild.”
She stood up and walked back to her room, ready to grieve a little more for the life she had lost. It was selfish, but she wished that she had heard Bob was still grieving her. That way she’d have an excuse to reach out to him and comfort him. As selfish as she wanted to be, she knew that her sweet Bob deserved every ounce of happiness, and she was not about to destroy that.
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Y/N had been laying low, not reaching out to many people, fearing that it would somehow get back to Bob that she was very much alive. So while she was camped out at her parents house, all she could think about was how ready she was to get back out and fly. She was bored out of her mind.
Y/N was not offered anything right away, much to her dismay. When the Navy finally did reach out, it was to offer her a consulting assignment for a mission that would bring in the best that Top Gun had seen. She jumped at the chance, not wanting to wallow in self pity anymore.
Upon arriving in San Diego, she was hit with the memories of being here years ago while attending Top Gun. She and Bob had known each other prior to attending, but they were in the same class and had started dating at that time. The two were then lucky enough to be stationed together after that.
Once she got to the rental house, she debated on whether to go to the Hard Deck for old times sake, or to stay in and get some rest for the first day of training. She had to be up early for a meeting with the captain who would lead the training so she could be filled in. She opted for the later option, and headed straight to bed.
The next morning she was up and ready before the sun had even had a chance to rise. She made her way to the base, and headed straight to the briefing room that Captain Mitchell had asked her to meet him in. She had arrived slightly earlier than she needed to be, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
Maverick arrived fifteen minutes after she did and introduced himself to her. “I’m Captain Mitchell, but you can call me Mav.”
She gladly greeted him back with a handshake. “Lt. Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” She had heard of him and his reputation from other people she knew, and she was excited to actually see him in action.
He started by explaining the parameters of the mission, which she agreed were unlike anything she had ever seen. He then brought up the same slide shown to him with all the aviators. She recognized a few people she recognized, but her heart dropped when she saw one particular face, Bob. How had she not considered that he would be there? He was one of the best WSO’s out there.
She felt her heart rate accelerating, beads of sweat forming on the top of her head. She was now regretting everything. She knows that as soon as Bob sees her, things aren’t going to be pretty. Maverick noticed that the girl's hands were shaking and gave her a look of concern. “Hey, you alright?”
She nodded her head, not sure how to explain what had her so nervous. “Yeah, I think I’m just nervous about being back after everything.”
Maverick didn’t buy it, but didn’t want to push. After they were done going over Mav’s plans for the day, he told her that he would bring her up to the front to introduce her once he went over those plans with the team.
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Y/N stood off to the side at the back of the hangar, as Maverick was up front introducing himself. She could see the back of Bob’s head from where she was standing. Her stomach was in knots, knowing that in a few minutes, everything was going to change for both of them.
As Maverick finished explaining what they were doing that day, Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates made their exit. Pete then told the group that there would be a consultant on the ground to provide tips and answer questions after their dog fights. “I’m going to have you go get suited up and meet me out at the tarmac in twenty minutes, but first please welcome Lt. Y/F/N Y/L/N. Callsign Y/C/S.”
Bob’s head snapped up at the name. His face drained of all color as he watched the girl he had believed to be dead, walk up to the front and stand next to Maverick. She actively avoided eye contact with him, so he knew she was aware that he was there.
“Alright everyone, go get suited up and meet me out there.”
Bob began to feel queasy and it felt like he was having one of his nightmares again. That had to be the case, there was no way he wasn’t dreaming. He pinched his arm, but that didn’t do anything. Phoenix gave him a curious glance as his breathing sped up, his head becoming light. Why wasn’t he waking up from this dream?
“Bob, are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”
He wasn’t sure who said it, he barely heard the words over the ringing in his ears. He stood up and walked over to Y/N who now had her eyes on him, filled with sorrow and regret. He reached out and cupped her cheek, feeling her soft skin beneath his own for the first time in over a year, her eyes closing at his touch. “You’re-you’re real.”
Maverick looked between the two with confusion “Bob, what are you doing?”
Bob ignored Maverick, and he felt the stares of his peers behind him, but he ignored them as well. “How are you here? You died.”
Y/N’s eyes slowly opened as she let out the breath she had been holding in. Glancing around at all the aviators she could tell they seemed bewildered by his behavior. “Bob, let’s go somewhere else to discuss this, please.”
He stepped back and dropped his hand upon hearing her voice, he wasn’t sure if he was happy or angry to hear it. How could she be here? It didn’t make any sense. And why didn't he know? “No, I don’t know what the fuck is going on here, but I think I deserve an explanation.”
His face was contorted with anger and hurt. “I’ll ask this again, how are you alive?”
“I survived the explosion. Upon landing, I was injured badly. Some people hiking nearby found me and got me to the hospital. When I finally woke up, I had no memory of who I was or how I got there. My recovery both physically and mentally took about a year. I’ve been back at my parents place for a few months now.”
“And you didn’t think to contact me and let me know you were alive once you remembered who you were or when you got back to the states?? You didn’t think I deserved that common courtesy as your fiancé?”
A few gasps and an “Oh shit” could be heard from the other pilots.
“This really isn’t the time or the place, Bob. Can we please go somewhere more private?” Y/N’s heart was breaking at the sight in front of her. She knew it was entirely her fault, which made it that much worse. It was truly a rare sight to see Bob full of so much anger.
He shook his head, enraged that she wouldn’t answer his questions. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what to say next to get her to speak, but she finally took the hint and continued.
“Bob, I need you to hear me out.”
He scoffed in response, annoyed that she felt he owed her that much, but he listened anyway and motioned for her to continue, not caring that everyone else was around to hear this.
“I wanted to reach out at first. When you weren’t there on the tarmac as soon as I landed, I was heartbroken. But my parents explained that they wanted to wait to tell you until they knew for sure that I was alive. They didn’t want to put you through that pain again. I didn’t reach out because my parents had told me you had moved on. They said you were just starting to get back on your feet and I just couldn’t ruin that for you. All I’ve ever wanted is to see you happy.”
His jaw tightened as he listened to her. She may have believed what she was saying, but he felt there was a deeper reason. “No, you didn’t reach out because you’re selfish. You should have told me. Your parents should have told me! I visit your gravesite almost every day to talk to you. I woke up countless nights from nightmares of losing you over and over again. There’s been a constant dull ache for the last nine months that I didn’t think would ever go away. So you know what? You’re selfish, because all of that could have ended if you had just called me. But you heard I had moved on and you were afraid that I wouldn’t need you or want you anymore. And you know what? You’re right. I don’t need you. Emma would never hurt me the way you have.”
He saw the heartbreak flash across Y/N’s face, but he was too upset to care. Rooster and Phoenix both came up to Bob and Phoenix placed a gentle hand on his arm to lead him out. “Bob, I think you need to cool off.”
He shrugged her hand off and stormed out of the room. The other aviators gave Y/N a sympathetic look before following him out. Pete approached her cautiously. “Why don’t you take the next few days off. I think you need it, and I really need Bob up there with a clear mind. I’ll call you back when I feel it’s okay for the both of you to be near one another.”
Y/N nodded in understanding and held her tears in until she had made it out to her car. Remorse overcame her, knowing he was right. She didn’t want to ruin his happiness, but she had also been afraid that he wouldn’t need her anymore, and that would have killed her.
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Following Mav’s orders, she stayed home and waited for his call. She was going insane wanting to do something useful, but also to talk to Bob and apologize.
On the fourth day of not hearing from Maverick, she was wondering if she’d even be called back. Her return had caused such a stir that she was afraid they’d consider it to be too much of a liability. However, that night he called her and told her that she was needed.
Y/N went in the next day and helped Mav and the other pilots with whatever she could. They’d ask her questions and she’d provide tips based on their performance. However, Bob avoided her at all costs. She couldn’t blame him but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.
This continues on until the last week before the mission. After Iceman’s funeral, Admiral Simpson had decided Maverick would no longer be training, and because of that he’d no longer need her to consult. He did offer to let her go through another training program after the mission so that she could get back to flying, recognizing the talent she held. She accepted the offer, excited to start moving on with her life. If Bob could do it, so could she.
A day or two after the pilots were scheduled to return from the mission, Y/N had been out for a walk trying to clear her mind. The sun had set and it had started to rain by the time she was making her way home.
Upon reaching her house she found Bob sitting on her front steps, soaking wet from the rain. “Bob? What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
He stood up as she approached him, and he didn’t answer at first, he just stared at her and she shrunk under his gaze, suddenly feeling very self aware. “I mourned you Y/N. We had a funeral and I mourned you for over a year.” His voice gave away the heartache and confusion he was feeling. She was sure that there were tears mixed with the rain, falling down his cheeks.
She nodded as she felt tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. “I know.” She shifted her eyes to look down at her feet, overwhelmed by all the emotions that were shared between the two.
He spoke up once again, wanting to get everything off his chest. “The mission we just finished got me thinking. The dog fight we got caught in with the SAMs took me back to the day I thought I lost you. And I thought I wasn’t going to make it back to you this time. But I’m here and I’m not passing up that chance.”
Y/N’s eyes were wide as she took in every word. A crack of thunder caused her to jump and she suddenly remembered that they were standing out in the rain. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up her front steps, unlocking her door shortly after. The two made their way inside, soaked head to toe.
“Ummm, I have a pair of your old sweats and sweatshirt that you left at my parents place from the last time we visited them together. I can go grab them if you want to change. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them…”
He only nodded, so she went back to her bedroom to get the clothes. Y/N grabbed the clothes out of her drawer and turned around to see Bob had followed her back there. She handed them to him and he hesitated before taking them. He set them down on the top of her dresser and reached up to cup her cheek. She leaned into his touch, wanting to soak up every last moment.
He glanced down at her lips and leaned forward slightly. She pulled back, “Bob, you have a girlfriend.”
Moving his hand down to the nape of her neck he shook his head. “Didn’t you hear me out there? I wanted to come back to you. I ended things with her weeks ago. It wasn’t fair to her to continue things if I was constantly thinking about you.”
Y/N frowned, “But she helped you move on. You obviously had feelings for her.”
“I loved the fact that I had a distraction from missing you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved. It might take me a while to fully trust you again, but I sure do want to try. I’m sorry I said I didn’t want you. I only said it to hurt you because you had hurt me. I wished every night for at least one last day with you and now I have the chance, I’m not taking that for granted.”
Y/N’s heart sped up at his confession. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry, for everything.” A few tears trickled down her cheeks as she hung her head avoiding his gaze. She thought about how badly she had hurt him and she felt ashamed. He tilted her head up with his fingers then reached up to wipe her tears away. “Hey, look at me. We’ll be able to move past this.”
She peered at him with adoration while feeling frustrated with herself. “Here you are comforting me and I don’t even deserve it. You’re too good for me.”
His gaze never left hers and he set his hands on either side of her waist. “You’re all that I want. “
She felt the butterflies erupt in her stomach at his words. She gripped his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him with everything she had in her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, moving his lips against hers. He couldn’t believe he was here with her, after everything he had gone through the past year.
Bob gripped the back of Y/N’s thighs and lifted her up to have her sitting on top of the dresser, moving her legs apart to stand between them. He pulled away briefly, looking at her intensely. His hands slid underneath her shirt, grazing her stomach softly. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She whimpered softly and pulled him in, pressing her lips against his once more. He willingly obliged, deepening the kiss, relishing in the fact that he could feel her again. She reached down to start lifting his shirt up. He broke apart to help lift it over his head, discarding it somewhere beside them.
Bob then focused on helping her remove her top, wanting to get rid of the barriers between them. He stopped to admire the girl in front of him. Her body now had a few scars, the indicator of how bad the accident had been. He traced his finger along one of the scars on her stomach and she bit her lip while watching him.
“You know, I started calling you my angel. I think it still fits.”
Bob then wrapped Y/N’s legs around him and picked her up, taking her to the bed, laying her flat on her back. He hovered over the girl, taking in a sight he hadn’t seen in so long. The thought alone made him nervous, like it was their first time together all over again. “Tell me if you want to stop. I know it’s been a long time, so we don’t have to do anything-”
Y/N propped herself up and put a finger to his lips, shaking her head. “I know you and you’re getting in your own head. I want this, Bob. I want you.”
Bob could only nod as he pushed her back so that she was flat beneath him once more. “I’ll give you anything you want, angel.”
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Sunlight peeked through the curtains of Y/N’s bedroom, causing her to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open and she took in her surroundings. Once wet clothes that were now mostly dry scattered the floor of her room. A familiar arm was draped around her waist, Bob’s bare chest pressed against her back.
Her thoughts drifted to last night and she couldn’t help but smile. She knew it would take time to fully gain Bob’s trust, but she knew that it would be worth working for. She felt him stir behind her and a delicate kiss was placed on her bare shoulder.
“Good morning, angel.”
“Good morning, my love.”
He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream, that you’re really here.”
She laced her fingers with his to reassure him, “I’m here, and I’m not leaving you unless you tell me to.”
She turned to lay on her back so she could get a good look at him. His hair was messy, and he was missing his signature glasses (the glasses she absolutely adored). “I know we still have a lot to talk about, especially since it’s been over a year. We’re both different people than we were back then, but you have no idea how much last night meant to me. How much you mean to me. I love you so much.”
He placed a hand on her cheek delicately and leaned in to press a soft kiss against her lips briefly.
“I love you too. Never stopped. I could choose to spend my time being angry with you, but I see no point. Life has given me a second chance with you and I’m not going to waste it. So you’re stuck with me.”
She smiled as she leaned into his touch. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more.”
I walk out to the back porch with Ninja's lead in my hand I connect it to the tree and then walk in to get him. He's already waiting at the door
" Come here Ninja time to go out," I say and my dog follows me out the screen door. I put him on the lead and walk back into the house to continue to make the sandwiches I am bringing to my friend's house.
--Jake's Pov--
I stop running to tie my shoes. And wipe the sweat from my face. I like running on nice days rather than going to the gym the fresh air is nice.
While tieing my left shoe I feel something brush up against me its soft? I then look up and see a fluffy brown dog and he sticks his tongue out and starts panting.
"Hey buddy," I say the dog then barks.
I start to pet the dog to have him gain my trust. After a few seconds, this thing lays down right on the pavement. I look at the little heart tag
And it says.
Ninja
The back shows more info.
31 Seaside Dr.
Miramar CA
Y/n y/l/n
Luckily for Ninja, I know exactly where that is my buddy Coyote lives a few houses down on Seaside drive. I take Ninja by the collar and we start walking to his house. It looks like he broke his lead because there is a short piece of rope and clip hanging from his collar.
" Hey Ninja pup we're almost home," I tell the dog when we turn on to Seaside drive. I love the name Ninja it's a cool name for a dog like this little guy. All of a sudden He barks and I feel his collar tug out of my hand but I restrain him from going any further.
I then look in his direction and see a few squirrels he must have been trying to chase them and got loose. I reach the house and tell Ninja to sit. Then ring the doorbell. A lady then opens the door. She looks right down at Ninja with fear in her eyes.
" Hey, I was on a run it looks like your dog broke his lead and he walked up to me." I smile at her Ninja then walks and sits beside his mama on the porch.
" Oh oh my gosh I didn't even see him or hear him and I had the window open. Thank you so much you are a lifesaver." She smiles.
I then see her look me up and down. And she brings her head back to my eyes. I wink at her she's kinda cute with her long hair and nice body.
I then see her fight a smile.
Surprisingly even with squirrels around Ninja still stays on the front porch now laying down.
" Nice to meet you I'm Jake Seresin." I shake my hand out to the pretty girl. For some reason with her, I get a pit in my stomach that I don't feel with the other girls I try to pick up.
" y/n y/l/n and I think you figured out this is my Ninja pup. " she smiles.
Oh my goodness her teeth are so white they could blind someone.
Wow! and I thought I was hot.
" He's adorable I'm glad he found me then I wouldn't have been able to meet you " I then laugh it off.
" Hey your outfit looks nice I like it." she complements.
"I like you too." CRAP I just said that.
She smiles.
" Hey, Jake you wouldn't wanna exchange numbers or something to get to know each other a little more? " She fidgets with her necklace now.
" I'd love your number sweetheart." I smile, there's my confidence. I take my phone out and then she puts her number inside it and texts herself.
" Ok Jake I have to get to a party for my friend but I will talk to you at some point if that's ok." When she tells me" at some point" like its, not a priority somehow it grabs me on more.
" Sounds good I will talk to you later. " I say then continue my run. Later at the hard deck, I tell Coyote about y/n and her cute dog Ninja.
BONUS:
5 years later
--Jake's pov--
"DADDY! DADDY! LOOK! Ninaaa's givin me a ride." I then look over to see my daughter Serria riding on Ninja's back. The poor dog.
" Hey get off Ninja you don't wanna hurt him," I say with concern she then falls off the dog. My baby girl doesn't cry shes a tough one like me. Ninja licks her tiny face.
" Ewwww Ninja STOP ITTTT! " My little toddler yells. We then are both interrupted by y/n who just put out dinner on the table.
" Come and get it!"
" Foooooooooood!" Our little one says and runs to her seat.
And Ninja follows to eat any food scraps Serria leaves.
I walk into the Miramar public library with a feeling of sensitivity but I ignore it. I pull out my laptop, sit in the seat, and get to writing. Aside from being a WSO when I have time I like to read and write so have a few stories saved to my computer and I am currently working on one right now.
As I continue typing in the almost empty library as I feel someone tap my shoulder and I look back.
" May I help you?" I ask looking at the put-together girl in an identical khaki uniform to the one I have at home.
" I um, I was just reading what you wrote you're a good author."
" Oh, thanks. Hey, odd question. Were you called back to Top Gun to fly on a new mission?" You asked thinking because she was in her uniform.
" Yeah, you?" She asks.
"Yes sir!" I chuckle.
"Cool! I'm Phoenix." She shakes your hand.
" y/c/s." I introduce. " What book are you reading?" I ask.
" Beach Read, by Emily Henry."
" Oh my Gosh, I love that book! What part are you on!" You exclaim.
" Just after the bet. This book is so good. I am not a fan of romance but my girlfriend suggested this to me and it's awesome!" She smiles.
" Yeah, I hope you continue to like it! " I smile.
" Yeah, I gotta go settle some stuff in at my apartment but do you wanna meet me at the hard deck later? Like 4 o'clock?" She suggests.
" Sounds awesome I'll see you at four."
"Bye!"
"So long sucker!"
I then keep typing on my computer but decide to put it away when I just start looking at my phone for Beach Read content and realize I am not getting anything done. I go to the grocery store, then to my apartment and I set up where I want the stuff in my kitchen. After that, it's about time to get ready and go to The hard deck. It's been a while since I've been there, the last time I did go was after our last flight when I went to train at Top Gun and now I'm being called back. I put my hair into my normal braids and head out the door.
I walk into the hard deck and immediately spot Phoenix and Payback.
" Hey, y/c/s over here!" Phoenix calls.
I then rush to the back of the bar.
" Hey, Pheonix! Oh, Payback it's been so long good to see you!" You say. You then get interrupted by a tall blondie.
" Who do we have here Phoenix?" He says.
" Bagman this is y/s/c." My fellow Pilot Phoenix says.
" Why is she here?" He says with a snotty look.
" Because I'm one hell of a pilot that's why," I say confidently knowing he needs to tone his ego down. Phoenix then high-fives me.
" We'll see about that." He smirks.
I then just ignore his antics and make small talk with Payback and Someone named Fanboy while my hopefully new friend is playing pool with a few other guys.
" So how do you two know each other?" Fanboy asks.
" We were stationed together, for about a year we were like brother and sister." Payback says.
" He was the best fake brother I have ever had that's for sure," I say and they chuckle. It's gonna be nice having Payback again for the next few weeks he has always been cool.
After that, Phoenix and I get back together and start to chat.
" Hey, how do you know Fanboy and Payback?" I ask her.
" Fanboy was my WSO when I was here a few years ago and Payback and I were stationed together early in my career."
" Ahh cool." I say " Payback and I were also stationed together a few years ago as well. I don't know Fanboy at all really but he seems super sweet too." I say and then feel a blush creep up on my cheeks. I I didn't even mean for that to happen what the heck!
" y/c/s are you blushing for one of them?" She smiles and nudges you.
"What no, I mean I guess I don't know?" I say confused.
"Hey I think I'm gonna head out now I don't wanna get wasted before tomorrow. " She laughs.
"Sounds good I was gonna head out anyway," I reply.
We then both walk to our cars and I drive to my new place.
I get out and get my keys to my apartment door and see Phoenix unlock her door across the way.
" Phoenix?" I question.
" Y/c/s? Oh my gosh, no way! " She smiles.
" I think this is gods sign of telling us were meant to be friends." I chuckle.
" Well in that case see ya tomorrow bestie." She giggles. And that night I walk into my apartment with a smile on my face feeling comforted and ready for tomorrow.
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