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Skies of Concern || Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Summary: Request -may i request for top gun maverick with husband!mickey 'fanboy' garcia x civillian maverick's daughter!reader please? when you heard that mav called mickey to join a mission, you kind of mad to your dad cause it is dangerous for mickey (worried)... Read Rest Here

A/N: Eeeeek! This one was fun to write. Super cute and fluffy. Memories are in italics. Hope you enjoy anon!

Pairing: Mickey Fanboy" Garcia x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6k +

T/W : General TGM warnings

The sun dipped below the horizon casting a warm, golden glow across the tarmac of the Naval Air Station as you waited for the aircraft carrier to arrive back on base. You stood near the water as the anticipation built with each passing minute. You were anxiously awaiting the return of your father, Maverick, and his trusted wingman and your beloved husband, Mickey Garcia.

But even in the middle of the tension and worry that gripped your heart your mind wandered back to a warmer memory. A moment of serendipity that had brought you into the orbit of the charismatic WSO who would later become your husband much to your fathers dismay. Although he eventually came around and loved Mickey as his own son.

It was a balmy evening at the Hard Deck as you waited for your father to return from a training mission. He’d asked you to meet him there against your better judgement. Although you didn’t frequent the bar that often anymore you had sought solace in the familiar surroundings of the bar, the chatter of fellow Navy personnel providing a comforting backdrop to your thoughts. As you nursed a drink at the counter trying to push aside the nagging worry that always accompanied your father's missions, you noticed him.

Mickey Garcia, with his effortless charm and magnetic presence strode into the bar. His flight suit a testament to the adrenaline-fueled world he inhabited. His gaze briefly met yours and in that fleeting moment, something sparked between you—a connection born in the anonymity of the crowded room. You should’ve run far, far away after the smirk grew on the pilot’s face. But you couldn’t. It’s like that one look had you rooted right into the bar stool.

Unbeknownst to Mickey he had just caught the eye of Maverick's daughter. You had planned to keep your identity hidden. More than content to observe from the shadows as he approached with a casual confidence that belied the danger of his profession.

"Hey there," he greeted you. His smile as warm as the fading sunlight outside. "Haven't seen you around here before. I’d remember a pretty face like yours. You can’t be a regular, no?"

His words were laced with genuine curiosity with a playful demeanor drawing you in despite the weight of your worries. Little did you know that chance encounter would set the stage for a journey fraught with danger and adventure but so much love. Oh, so much love.

As Mickey leaned casually against the bar with that signature mischievous twinkle in his eyes you couldn't help but return his flirtatious banter. "Well,” you replied with a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Maybe I like to keep things interesting. You never know when a new face might turn up." He was right. You often avoided the Hard Dec as it was your father and Penny’s spot.

Mickey chuckled. The sweet sound sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I like the way you think," he said. His gaze lingering on you with unmistakable interest. "Name's Mickey, by the way. Mickey Garcia." You nodded. You knew that. Hell, you knew most of your dads pilots even if you hadn’t formally met them. But you had to play dumb to keep up your charade.

You extended your hand. A coy smile playing on your lips. "Nice to meet you, Mickey. I'm... just a girl trying to enjoy her night."

His handshake was firm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Well, just a girl, if you ever need someone to show you around this place… you know who to call," he spoke with a confidence only pilots seemed to have.

Before you could respond to him the familiar sound of your fathers voice cut through the air, drawing your attention to the entrance of the bar. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched your father stride in. He looked to be in one piece. Your concern washed away in an instant. His presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. When he spotted you chatting with one of his pilots at the bar he made a beeline right to you with a less than thrilled look on his face.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Your dad greeted you. His voice was warm with affection as he pulled you into a quick hug. "You holding up okay?"

You nodded. A small smile tugging at your lips as you leaned into his embrace. "Yeah, Dad," you replied oh so grateful for the familiar strength of his arms around you. "Just glad to see you back in one piece."

But as Pete pulled away his gaze fell on Mickey, and you felt a knot of tension coil in the pit of your stomach. There was a shift in the air. A subtle change in your dads demeanor that set your heart racing with apprehension.

"Fanboy," Maverick spoke with an icy tone as he turned his attention to the charming pilot beside you. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mickey's easy grin faltered and was replaced by a look of uncertainty as he met Maverick's gaze. "Hey, Maverick," he replied. His voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Didn't expect to run into you here. You’re not usually here after missions."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them. The air thick with unspoken tension as Maverick's gaze bore into Mickey with an intensity that made you squirm in your barstool. Finally, Pete spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "No funny business with my daughter, Garcia," he said. His words a thinly veiled warning. "Or you'll answer to me."

Mickey swallowed hard. The weight of Maverick's stare bearing down on him like a leaden weight. "Yes, sir," he replied. His voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded in silent acquiescence.

And as Maverick turned away with his arm slipping around your shoulders in a protective gesture. You couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for you with Mickey. The chemistry between the two of you was something you’d never experienced before. There had to be something more. You felt caught between the love of a father and the allure of the skies.

It had been years since that fateful meeting at the Hard Deck, years filled with adventure, love, and the occasional heart-stopping moment as you watched your husband and father take to the skies together. But through it all you had remained steadfast in your support for both of them.

As you stood there the memories of that first encounter with Mickey came flooding back. A bittersweet reminder of how far you had come since that chance meeting. Now, as you awaited their return, your heart swelled with a mixture of pride and worry. You knew all too well the dangers that lurked beyond the clouds. But despite the nagging fear that gnawed at your insides you refused to let it consume you. You had learned to trust in Mickey's skill and your dads experience.

Your thoughts then took to earlier on in the week when you father broke the news he was taking your now husband with him to go fly a mission in Russia. He couldn’t tell you the details, but you knew it was going to be risky. Anything overseas always was. A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of the two most important guys in your life putting their lives in danger once again.

Unable to contain your fears any longer you turned to your father with a pleading look in your eyes. "Dad, you can't do this," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't take Mickey on this mission. It's too dangerous dad!"

Maverick's expression hardened. His jaw tightening as he met your gaze with a steely resolve. "I have to, sweetheart," he replied with a sorrowful look as his voice firm but tinged with regret. "We're the best chance they've got and Mickey's one of the best damn WSO’s I know."

You shook your head. The frustration and fear bubbling up inside you like a tempest ready to burst. "But it's not fair," you cried out as the words tumbled out in a rush. "Both of you don’t need to go. How about just you? Or him? Not both of you! I can't take it dad. Please" You knew the pleading would likely fall on deaf ears, but you had to try.

Your voice cracked with emotion. Tears welling up in your eyes as the weight of your fear threatened to crush you. You had spent countless nights lying awake dreading this exact moment when the call would come. One that summoned your father and husband into the heart of danger once again but farther away than you thought possible.

This time felt different, the stakes higher than ever before. And as you stood there with anger and despair boiling over inside you, you knew that you couldn't bear the thought of losing them both, not now, not ever.

Maverick's expression softened. A rare flicker of sympathy crossing his features as he reached out to pull you into a comforting embrace. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice gentle against your ear. "But we have a job to do, and we'll come back to you, I promise."

You clung to him like a scared five-year-old but you really couldn’t care. You were terrified. The weight of his words offering a sliver of solace amidst the storm of uncertainty you prayed with all your heart that his promise would hold true. That both your father and husband would return to you unscathed once more.

The anticipation was palpable as you stood on the base. Your eyes fixed on the horizon where the carrier would soon appear. It had been over a week since you last saw your husband, and your father depart on their mission. Each moment of their absence had felt like an eternity.

But now as the massive silhouette of the carrier emerged from the vast expanse of the ocean your heart leaped with relief. They were back. They were safe. You knew it because you hadn't received that dreaded call. The one that brought news of tragedy and loss. Still, despite the reassurance a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach as you waited for them to disembark. You couldn't shake the lingering worry, the fear of the unknown that had plagued you since the moment they left.

And then, finally, the gangplank descended, and a surge of relief washed over you as you caught sight of familiar figures making their way down onto the dock. Your heart raced as you scanned the crowd searching for the faces you longed to see.

And there they were.

Your father emerged first with his iconic aviator shades shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. Beside him, Mickey walked with a confident stride. His tattered flight suit a testament to the adventure they had just returned from.

Without a second thought you rushed forward ignoring the protests from the officers guarding the walkway. Your heart pounded with a mixture of joy and apprehension. They were here. They were safe. But still you needed to see them with your own eyes. To feel the reassuring warmth of their embrace. His embrace. Your husband and beloved.

Without hesitation you rushed forward to you husband. Your arms outstretched as you leaped into his embrace wrapping your legs around his waist. "Babe!" you exclaimed while happily peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? I missed you so much! Don’t go for that long again, please." Your eyes scanned his frame for any sign of distress.

Mickey laughed while wrapping his arms tightly around you and returning your kisses with equal fervor. "I'm fine, honey," he reassured you, his voice filled with affection. "Not a scratch on me. I missed you more than you know pretty lady." He gave you a squeeze as he held you in his arms as the both of you ignored the bewildered captain beside you.

Your attention wholly focused on the man holding you in his strong arms. But when you finally pulled back you couldn't help but notice the grin spreading across your fathers face as he watched the reunion between his daughter and son-in-law.

"Looks like someone's glad to see her husband and not so much her old man," he remarked with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

You flushed with embarrassment realizing you had been so caught up in your reunion with Mickey that you had all but forgotten all about your father. But as you glanced back at him you found nothing but warmth and understanding in his expression.

"Sorry, Dad," you said sheepishly. "I was just... really glad to see Mickey. It’s good to see you too." As you attempted to slip down from Mickey's hold expecting to stand on your own feet again, you felt him tighten his grip around you. He wasn't willing to let you go just yet and a warm sense of contentment washed over you as you remained enveloped in his embrace.

Maverick chuckled. His eyes had a knowing amusement in them as he watched the scene unfold. "I can see that," he replied. His voice tinged with pride. "I see I’ve officially been replaced."

You grinned with your cheeks flushing with affectionate embarrassment at your father's teasing remark. "Well, Dad," you spoke playfully jabbing his shoulder from Mickey’s hold. "I think there's enough love to go around for both of you."

Pete laughed. "I suppose so," His voice filled with warmth as he spoke. "Just don't forget who taught him everything he knows."

You smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for the two most important men in your life. "I could never forget.”

As Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, and walked away he left just the two of you there to continue on. Mickey still held you close in his arms. His embrace filled with a longing that mirrored your own. With Pete out of sight he seemed to pull you even closer. His touch igniting that usual fire within you.

Feeling his warmth enveloping you, you melted into his embrace. Your body fitting perfectly against his. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss. A silent declaration of his desire and his longing for you. The kiss deepened becoming more passionate as if he couldn't get enough of you after being apart for too long.

When he finally pulled back his breath came out in ragged gasps. He pressed his forehead against yours with eyes dark full of desire. "God, I missed you," he murmured. His voice husky with emotion. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he winked suggestively. His lips curling into a playful grin. And as you stood there wrapped in his embrace surrounded by the sights, and sounds of the base, you knew that the reunion you had been longing for was just beginning.

With a shared smirk Mickey held you a as tight as he could without squeezing you completely. His gaze was filled with promises of the passion to come. "Let's get out of here my love," he whispered. His voice low and intimate. "I want to show you just how much I missed you." The earned a giggle out of you as you knew he meant business when it came to that look.

And with that he carried you effortlessly towards your car. Each step filled with anticipation and desire. With a thrill of excitement coursing through you, you knew that the night ahead held endless possibilities. And you couldn't wait to explore them all with the man you loved.

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Bet on it ( Bradley bradshaw x reader ) part one

summary : everyone thought since they were best friend that their kids would be but after some unknown reason bradley bradshaw and y/n mitchell hated each other . after confrontation one night that leaves bradley in a dry spell well the guys make a claim and bradley's willing to bet and prove them wrong all he had to do was get into a relationship with the one person that couldn't stand him .

warning : enemies to lovers, bradley bit of a dick in the start not gonna lie , bet trope , age gap ( ten years hes 38 , she 28 ) this series is gonna be a roller coaster of emotions

They were soulmate platonic  where Mav was, goose was not far behind , both mischievous , both good at what they did . best friends til the end of time even if the time was short lived . so naturally people thought it would be the same with their kids and yet they were very wrong. It was like the two were fire and ice constantly going against each other whenever they got close .  there was a break she went to med school as bradley was back at top gun only for their secret feud to fire back up when she was transferred to a hospital right in san diego and of course she was able to win the hearts of the dagger squad and her turning up to the hard deck it was his worst nightmare come true . if they weren’t locked in the childish back and forth it was ignoring the other existence all together which honestly their friends preferred and as aggravating as y/n mitchell could be nothing was going to dampen bradley bradshaws mood tonight. He almost floated over to his friends the moment he step into the hard deck . the smile on his face was almost cheek splitting when they all looked at him . 

“ guess who got a date with the barista” he flashed his dazzling smile pulling the aviator to perch on his nose . 

“  nice even for you chicken” hangman nodded. 

“ well bagman you know i could give you some advice  , i mean i guess it been a dry spell” he shrugged taking his seat beside phoenix who rolled her eyes and called them both “ disgusting pigs”. 

“ yeah i don’t need advice we both now i do well and even better than you” . 

“ god you both ever gonna tire of the hook ups “ she groaned . 

“ hey this could be best date of my life and she could be the one” bradley smirked. 

Before they could even say more the door open and an excited y/n bounded towards them . 

“ i pass the interview i passed it” she yelled excitedly. 

“ wait the internship in new york?” nat asked unsure of how to feel . 

“ yes it’s not til six month from now but  in six month i will be heading to big city and studying under the greats of pediatrics “ she excitedly dance in her spot barely even sparing the usually happy man in her wake. 

“A date with hot ass woman and she leaving jesus this is my lucky day” rooster felt like crying he was so happy. 

“ in six month pornstache … wow playing in the dog park finally worked out good job” she smiled only for jake to lift her up and spin her around . 

“Knew you could do it , what i tell you this morning” he chuckled ruffling her hair. 

“ not to doubt myself “ she smiled bashfully . “ shit there’s my dad i’ll be back “ she giggled rushing off . 

“ or don’t that’s a good option “ rooster smiled. 

“ i don’t get why you don’t like her” fanboy mused . 

“ because you’ll learn like i did she’ll drop you like that no reason” he rolled his eyes sick of his friend constantly going on about how great she was honestly he thought the same one time and well he learned his lesson . 

“ people change or maybe you done something “ jake mused although he may of know more than he let on giving how close he and y/n got over the two years since she came to san diego. 

“ day that happens i’ll sell my bronco “ bradley scoffed. “ going to the mens room if my date comes tell her i’ll be out in a minute” . 

She stood watching the news sinking in from excitement to straight on nerves .  hoping he would show even a hint of happiness for her . 

“ it’s great news but we .. i just got you back” he smiled uneasy . 

“ it’s only a short flight and i’ll be home for holidays come on dad this is once in a lifetime opportunity i’m literally the youngest and female to be accepted on to this programme “ she almost pleaded with him . 

“ how long is it” 

“ two years with a chance to stay on in new york or head back to my residency here which i will because it will earn my spot on more paid job and more opportunities  it’s only two years and i can visit” she repeated . 

“ well i still got you for six months so i better make most of it i am proud of you but your my baby girl too … penny round on me to celebrate my daughters great work” he smiled sadly although he meant it when he said he was proud . 

“ i’ll have this one with you next one with the guys “ she smiled . 

“ sorry i was suppose to meet someone here and i don’t think i can see him “ a woman called making them turn . 

“ who you looking for honey “ penny beamed 

“ bradley bradshaw oh god i have the wrong place don’t i “ she chuckled . 

“  the wrong man i’d run if i was you” another woman scoffed. 

“ you sure he was charming when i met him “ the girls eyes widened . 

“ really rooster is great guy , don’t listen cheryl she as bitter as those gins “ y/n smiled . 

“ yeah great guy when he and hangman used me as pawn in their who can sleep with most women game , i think i was number 8 made me think i was special never felt the spark like it “ 

“ she’s drunk really rooster is great , he’s sweet and listens to good music “  y/n defended more although she didn’t know why he was an ass to her all time even though he was one that hurt her all those years.

“ sure look he already over there high fiving his friend “ cheryl smirked as the other girl eyes narrowed before y/n  could say anything the woman was barrelling over like a storm . 

Now as bradley looked up ready to greet his date what he didn’t expect was the slap across his face or the anger of a bull on her. 

“ you bastard i thought .. shit i thought one decent guy out there til that woman set me straight “ she pointed over at cheryl although bradley misread it  now he was pissed. 

“ whatever she said was crock of shit  trust me” he defended. 

“ so you and some guy called hangman didn’t have a sleezy contest i will not be a part of delete my number asshole “ was all she said before storming out the bar completely . 

“ she has got some nerve” was all bradley said before he storming towards the bar only he wasn’t going for the right person . 

“ what the hell is your problem  what me being happy isn’t good enough you have to ruin it “ he pulled y/n around as she almost looked shocked. 

“ i didn’t … i didn’t do anything” she stuttered out completely confused. 

 “ yeah you told her about stupid game me and hangman had … do you really like ruining things for me i mean life was great til you showed up here making everyone think your some little sweetheart when in actuality  your’re a cold hearted bitch” he scoffed. 

“ and you said he was a great guy” cheryl laughed . 

“ i guess i was wrong, drop dead rooster “ y/n walked off ignoring everyone’s calls . 

“ shit that girl defended you after i told your date what your really like jesus thanks for proving me right”cheryl saunter off playing her bill and leaving . 

“ wait wait what “ he froze . 

“ rooster what the hell .. you two used to love each other now god your at each others throat but never like that ...   i thought you were better than that .. godson or not you talk to her like that again we’re gonna have problems “ mav warned as he headed out the door .  leaving bradley looking like biggest dickhead in the hard deck head low and tail between his legs he headed back to the table the guys were bar nat and jake who probably fixing his fuck up . 

“ wow harsh man” payback whistled lowly . 

“ yeah not my finest moment “ he grumbled . 

That  sentence was like a mantra on his tongue hell he didn’t want to admit it the dry spell he was having which after his outburst completely extended it first couple of week no girl would even look his way hitting another bust as he headed back to the rest of his squad as y/n sat with jake as far as she could barely even looking his way til she ended up smiling at her phone and bidding the rest a farewell , he didn’t want to admit it but the complete freeze out was worse than before the fact she didn’t even give him a second thought was driving him crazy maybe  the dry spell was affecting him more than he thought . 

“ guess it was a bust” fanboy smirked. 

“ losing your status rooster”  javy laughed , 

“ maybe it for the best between him and hangman  they going to sleep through san diego or that was case” bob chuckled . 

“ now what i would love to see is either of them try a relationship they would fold the second things get serious” payback  pointed out . 

“ ok first ouch bob i’m nothing like bagman  and second i could do serious relationship with any girl “ he stood hand on hips . 

“ not any girl “ bob mused . 

“ baby on board is right not any girl “ jake leaned against the pool table maybe it was a risk and shit if it ended badly well he would hate it but he could see it , he could see it the moment she walked into the hard deck two years ago . 

“ i’d bet my bronco on it “ bradley stood falling into the trap hook line and sinker . 

“ you sure you wanna bet on something you’ll lose chicken ?”  he goaded willing him to take the bait . 

“ fuck it your on bagman name her , point her out” he stood toe to toe with the man . 

“ easy y/n “ that damn smile , the cocky one rooster loved to wipe of his face and yet this one was gonna be tough shit did he have it in him. “ you really are a chicken on it “ he had him hook , line  

“ your on “  sinker .

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Sixth Sense // Mickey Garcia

Summary: A freak accident occurs at the Hard Deck and Fanboy is faced with the challenge of being left to care for you, his not so official girlfriend.

Warnings: Mickey Garcia x F!reader. Hurt/Comfort. Gas explosion resulting in hearing and vision loss.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author Note: Day Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Sensory Deprivation. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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“Holy shit, what the hell was that?” It all happened so fast, so fast in fact that the explosion that ricocheted through the Hard Deck didn’t register a sound until a few seconds after the fact. 

Patrons laid strewn across the bar, ducking for cover under tables and bars. Glass from the windows had sliced unsuspecting patrons as it blew apart from the force of the blast. Food and beverages littered the floor, thrown in the panic of the moment as all inside ducked. 

“Everybody okay?” Jake Seresin stayed shielding Natasha Trace with his entire body. “Is anyone hurt?” His arms pinned her down against the hardwood floor at either side of her head. Seconds ago—they’d been arguing over a long standing disagreement over who could tie more Cherry stems with just their tongue in three minutes. Now, Phoenix had never been this close to a man she could hardly stand. 

“Yeah—we’re good!” Rooster replied as he looked around, he’d been knocked on his ass by the bast. Coyote was right beside him, as was Payback. The three of them had been indulging in a game of darts to see who could knock Hangman down a peg or two on the leaderboard. “Bob? Fanboy? You guys okay?” 

“I think we’re alright?” Bob groaned as he pushed himself up off the ground—peanuts were crushed all over the ground around him. Mickey sat back on his knees scanning the Hard Deck. He couldn’t see you. There was a small cut on the side of Mickey's face but other than an artificial flesh wound, he was relatively unscathed from the unsuspecting blast that had pummeled through the Hard Deck. 

“Anyone seen Y/n?” Fanboys eyes continued to scour the entire expanse of the Hard Deck as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. “Yo, guys—anyone see Miss Barkeep?” 

“She was heading out back to help the gas guy change out the—“ Bob didn’t even need to finish his sentence before he’d connected the dots. “Oh god, Y/n.”

A gas explosion. 

Mickey took a few seconds to register where his best friend's mind had gone, but then he realised. In those few seconds where Fanboy couldn’t breathe he knew he couldn’t live without you before he had a chance to really have you. 

Sure, the two of you were friendly. Probably more than most friends would be. Sure, you sometimes spent the night in Mickey's bed after he’d stay back and help you shut the Hard Deck up. Sure, he spent lazy Sunday mornings with you in the kitchen making breakfast and drinking coffee more often than not. And sure, the two of you enjoyed each other’s company, blatantly flirted beyond belief and made sure to always text each other when you got home, finished work, and stole secret kisses here and there when it was just the two of you. But. You weren’t official. 

And that may have been Mickey Garcia's biggest mistake. 

“Y/n!?” There you were. “Oh my god!” Lying unconscious on the ground a few meters away from where the gas bottles were kept behind the Hard Deck. Penny kept a tight ship—they were locked behind a wire cage that made sure patrons couldn’t fuck around. Something must have gone wrong during the change over, because the gas man wasn’t too far away from you. 

“Hey—hey!?” Mickey was by your side in an instant, the second his eyes caught your body lying there—thrown away and discarded like you weren’t the most important person to him, he was by your side. “Amor? Can you hear me?” 

Rooster had already called for paramedics to attend the scene while Hangman and Phoenix had begun to do whatever they could with their advanced first aid training—using the Hard Decks first aid kit to fix small cuts and abrasions on patrons from lying shards of glass. 

“Y/n?” You had a pulse, Mickey knew that much. But you weren’t waking up. “Please—come on Amor, you gotta wake up for me.” 

“This guys dead—“ Payback calls out. Mickey's mind fills with worst case scenarios the longer you were down for. “He’s got no pulse and the back of his head’s cracked.” He’s an ex paramedic, he knows. “I'm gonna start chest compressions, see if I can bring him back, how’s the kid?” 

You weren’t just shy of Fanboys age, he was the youngest in the group after all. Top of his class, intellectually gifted enough to graduate highschool three years earlier than most ever would. But to Paybacks forty one? You were still a child, in his mind anyway. 

“She’s breathing.” Is all he says before your stirrings. “Hold on! I think she’s waking up!” There’s nothing but a ringing in your ear. A sharp high pitched buzzing that’s incessant and ear piercing. You groan at the sound as you try to blink away the clouded vision that’s plaguing your eyes. But nothing can get rid of the thick fog like blur. “Y/n—it’s me, you’re okay, I’ve got you—“  But you can’t make out who it is. You can’t hear anything but that annoying ringing that won’t go away. Your head hurts, holy shit what the hell happened? 

“I—“ You stutter out. “I can’t see.” It sends Mickey's heart racing inside his chest, even more so than it already was. “I—I can’t see—“ You can't even hear yourself talking so you just assume you’re talking far too quiet. But in reality you're screaming, screaming so loud you’re straining your neck. “I CAN'T HEAR!” 

“Hey—I’ve got you.” Mickey doesn’t know what else to do besides try and calm you while medics make their way around the Hard Deck. “I love you, yeah?” Payback hears Mickey say it before you ever do and his heart breaks. You don’t deserve this. Neither does Fanboy. “You’re gonna be alright Amor, I’m right here.” 

But all you do is cry. You can’t hear a single thing being spoken or see a single thing in front of you. All there is before you are shadows of light and darkness. Mickey's hands squeeze yours and you feel it. His signet ring—the one his Abuela brought him many moons ago. But you know in the darkness and uncertainty that it’s Mickey at your side. 

“If she’s lost senses, Mick, it's gonna be a head trauma of some sort.” Payback keeps going with his chest compressions. “Is there any sign of blood?” You squeeze Mickey's hand a little harder as he goes to pull away to check. You squeeze so hard that he can’t let go, you’re far too afraid of being left alone in the dark. “Fanboy?”

“I—I dunno, probably! She probably hit her head on the ground!” Mickey manages to wiggle free just one of his hands so he can push your hair out of your face. “Shhh—I’m right here.” He tries to soothe you once again, but your cries are just too heartbreaking. “Amor, I am right here with you—I’ve got you.” 

“Please don’t let me die here alone.” Was all you mumbled out. You didn’t know what Mickey was saying or if he was saying anything at all. The ringing was all too deafening. But when you begged him to stay, to not leave your side. Mickey's heart shattered into a million different pieces. “Please don’t leave me.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” He traced your face with his fingers, just letting you know he was there with you. Your grip on his hand began to falter as you slipped into unconsciousness again, just trying to find some shelter from the ringing. “I’m right here with you.” 

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“Without the surgery your daughter might regain her vision but it’s only a slim chance Mrs Y/l/n—“ Doctor Perry spoke to the woman on the other end of your phone. Mickey had called her on your behalf from the other side of the country, she was already packing her things for the flight she’d booked to be by your side. “I’d say it’s barely twenty percent.” 

“What about with the surgery?” Mickey asked as his eyes looked over you. You looked too peaceful to be in this situation. You knew he was there just by his touch alone. He made sure you knew it was him by his ring as he ran his thumb across your palm. “What’s the odds of her getting her vision back with the surgery?” 

“Almost one hundred percent—if the surgery were to go well. If it doesn’t then she runs the risk of being permanently incapacitated for the rest of her life.” Doctor Perry was a little too blunt for Mickey's liking, but he appreciated the direct route. “She’ll regain her hearing, hopefully, her ear drums were significantly damaged in the blast but they should recover.” 

“Do the surgery.” Your mother barked on the other side of the phone. “My daughter can’t be deaf and blind—what type of future would she have then? What kind of quality of life would she have?” Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off you as you slept. It was better this way, to keep you sedated. That way you couldn’t panic. But he thought about it while the doctor droned on to your mother about the surgery, that no matter the outcome you’d have a life with him. He’d take care of you—learn how to adapt, help you with anything you ever needed. Do anything you ever needed him to do. 

A freak accident that took away two of your six senses shouldn’t be the reason your life ends. You were still alive and oh how Mickey Garcia was grateful to whatever God was on duty that day. 

“Mrs Y/ln?” Mickey interrupted as he turned the phone back his way. Your mother silenced herself mid sentence to listen to what Mickey had to say. “I know we haven’t formally met before but I just want you to know that I’ve been head over heels in love with your daughter since she served me for the first time.” He explained all the while his eyes never left your perfect face. A face he really wouldn’t mind waking up to every day. “And I know there’s a hell of a lot of uncertainty about what may come, but I just want you to know that her quality of life doesn’t diminish if her sight can’t be restored or her hearing doesn’t improve.” Mickey could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks as he squeezed your hand, and as much as he wished none of this ever happened, he knew he couldn’t leave you know. Not ever. 

“I’ve got her ma’am—“ 

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[mxrcusflint]

hall pass

i'm sorry this is just crack in a chat fic | hangster + dagger squad

Coyote has entered Dagger Sluts & Co. Coyote: I’ve always wondered, actually – who in this group chat are the sluts and who is the co? Phoenix: sluts: Hangman, Hangman again, Coyote, Halo, Bob, Rooster, Fritz Phoenix: co: Payback, me, Omaha, Harvard, Yale, Rooster as well Phoenix: instigators (the mysterious third thing): Halo, Fanboy Rooster: why am I on both sides?? Rooster: I am not a slut.  Rooster: why is Hangman listed twice as a slut

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[the-raven-and-the-tower]

...where my other Viper fanboys at?

THE VIPER: Holding off death for yet another day, it seems. NEVE: At least. You're not going down that easy. THE VIPER: I told the Shadows to lay low. NEVE: That's the problem with rebels. They never listen. THE VIPER (chuckling): I'm in your debt. You too, Rook.

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[sarahsmi13s]

Mama's Don't Get Sick Days

whumptober day 18: fever / vomiting / warm soup

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x reader

characters: mickey garcia, wife!reader, genevieve garcia, jayda garcia, sebastian garcia

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, vomiting, mickey is a dad, parenting while sick, fever, neglecting health, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~ 2.1k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

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summary: when your a spouse and a parent, sometimes you forget that you can be taken care of as well

You sighed as you sat on the couch. Your head was pounding and your stomach was churning with the whole lot of nothing that was in it.

Running around all morning with three kids, two of them under the age of 5 and one of them was just learning how to walk, was an absolute nightmare with how you were feeling.

Mickey had woken you up with a forehead kiss before going off to work and then your 6 and 4 year old woke you up a little while later with Genevieve crying because she was gonna be late for school.

So, with a splitting headache and sinus pressure, you got her dressed and fed her breakfast before getting all of your kids in the car and taking her to school.

The rest of the day was a blur of chasing Jayda and keeping her occupied and keeping little Sebastian out of things and things out of his mouth. 

Jayda was 4 and pretty good at staying out of trouble, but she was still young and had an independent head on her shoulders – so asking for help was never really an option so you had to make sure she wasn’t climbing on things and getting stuck on the closet's top shelf.

Sebastian was 1 and just learning how to walk. So he was getting into anything he reached and if it was on the floor or the table it most likely was going in his mouth.

So, between keeping Jayda on the ground, Sebastian from eating something he shouldn’t, and you not puking every time you bent over or changed a diaper and going through tissues like you were watching the saddest scene 100 times, you were exhausted. 

But you had to stay awake even if those two were napping, because you had to pick up Gen from school on time.

“Mama?” Gen asked from her bar stool as you make her after school snack of Goldfish, and her dried mangos that you forgot to pack that morning, and turkey cheese rolls. 

You glanced over your shoulder, “What’s up Vieve?” “Are you feeling okay? You look like I feel when I’m feeling icky,” she said, sounding so sweet as she rested her head on the counter. “And I was almost late for school, you always have me up…” “I’m okay baby, just a little frazzled today,” you said before coughing into your arm.

Sniffling, you turned and put the paper plate in front of her, “I’m really sorry about this morning, I should’ve gotten up sooner.” Genevieve took a bite of her turkey cheese roll, “It’s okay I got to school on time.”

You gave her a gentle smile before kissing her head, “Did you have a good day?” She nodded, “I did, Jacie and I played…” You nodded along with her as she proceeded to tell you about her day, listening to her as you took some Cutie slices off of Jayda’s plate and Cheerios off of Sebastian’s tray.

At some point while she was talking you went to check her lunch box to see what she hadn’t eaten. 

But as you opened it you were hit with a pungent reminder of what she had for lunch. Tuna and crackers, something her grandmother introduced her to during the last visit.

The smell churned your stomach that last time and anything you managed to actually eat was crawling up your throat.

Covering your mouth, you managed to make it to the downstairs bathroom before falling to your knees and puking in the toilet.

You rested your head on your arm, groaning miserably as you flushed the toilet before regaining your bearings and standing up.

With your head pounding, you wash your hands and swish your mouthwash before going back to the kitchen.  “Hey, Jay, Vieve?” You said softly as you got Sebastian out of his high chair. “Yes Mama?” “I’m gonna go sit on the couch, Bash is gonna be in his playpen. Finish your snacks and then you can play okay?”

They both nodded before Genevieve stopped you with a hand on your arm as you walked by, “Are you not feeling well?” You sighed, “No, baby, I’m a little under the weather but don’t you worry, I’m gonna be okay.”

You gave her a gentle smile before going to the living room and putting Sebastian in his playpen. You sighed as you sat down. “Oh lordy… just a few more hours and he’ll be home and I can rest.” 

As you curl up under a blanket and move the trash can closer to the couch, you rest your cold hands on your face to try and relieve the pressure in your nose. 

You can make out Jayda and Genevieve arguing in the kitchen. “I can take the Sprite to Mama!” “Jay, you can’t reach them in the fridge! Get the crackers!” “I don’t wanna!”

“Girls! Please don’t yell,” you groaned a little from your spot on the couch. “Sorry Mama!”

You sighed and rubbed your head before you heard more loud noises coming from the kitchen and then a little, “Oopsie.”

“What happened?” 

“Jayda tried to get a can of Sprite and dropped them…” 

Taking a sharp inhale, you look up at the ceiling and let it out before looking at Sebastian, “I’ll be right back Bash. Mama has a mess to clean.” “No! I gots it, Mama! I’ll get a towel,” Jayda said as she ran to the laundry room.

“Okay,” you sighed, at this point it was useless to try and argue. You were tired, you could mop it up later.

“Here Mama, I got you some water,” Genevieve said softly as she brought you a cup. It was over flowing, and you were sure there was a trail of water behind her. But the thought was sweet. “Thank you baby.”

You sipped the water in your glass before sitting it down and leaning back.

“Mama! I brought you crackers!” Jayda shouted, running over with a sleeve of crackers. 

You smiled a little, “Thank you Jay.” You reached for them but she held out a hand, “No, I’ll open it!” “Jayda, don’t yell! Mama has a headache!” “Vieve, you’re yelling,” you said gently. “Sorry Mama.” 

You looked back to Jayda to see her struggling before ripping it open and spilling crackers on the carpet. “Oops…” She looked up at you and handed you what was left, “Here you go.” “Thank you hun.”

“Why don’t you both go play in your room, Gen. Daddy will be home soon and you can go outside.”

They nodded before running up the stairs. 

You sighed and held your head in your hands before sliding to the floor and picking up the crackers and throwing them away. 

But your position change made blood rush to your head and triggered your gag reflex. “Shit,” you muttered before gripping the edges of the trash can and just waiting for it. Apparently it was taking its time until you sat up because it all rushed up at once when you did.

Groaning into the trash can, you spat into it before getting up and going back into the bathroom to wash your mouth out again.

You came back into the living room to hear Sebastian crying. 

“Oh Bash, Mama left you alone didn’t she. I’m sorry,” you said, picking him up and shushing him gently. “Oh I know baby boy, I’m sorry.” 

It took you about 20 minutes of that before he fell asleep in your arms and you laid him down in his playpen. 

“There you go, baby.” You sighed and laid down on the couch. “Just an hour, and Mickey will be home…” You cuddled up with a blanket and turned the TV on, “Just need to relax for a little bit.”

Mickey smiled as he walked in, “Hey, guess who’s home?” “Shhhh, Daddy, Mama’s sleeping,” Genevieve hissed from her spot on the carpet. 

“Oh,” he winced. “Sorry sorry.” 

He put his bag down gently before walking in, seeing tissues on nearly every surface from where you had blown your nose while you chased kids around the house. And then when he got to the living room he noticed the trash can next to the couch.

The girls were coloring in the living room, having come down to watch TV just before Mickey got home, and Sebastian was still napping.

He sighed and went over to you, glancing to see the vomit in the trash can. He knelt down, feeling the saltines break under his weight. 

“Hey, baby?” Mickey gently shook your shoulder, putting the inside of his wrist to your forehead, “Shit… you’re burning up.” He patted your face, “Hey honey.” 

You groaned a little as your eyes fluttered open, “Hey, Mick…”

“How long have you been like this?” 

“What do you mean?” 

He arched his brow, “Um, you’re cuddled up on the couch burning up and sweating like I do on the tarmac? Honey, have you felt icky all day?” He censored himself, remembering little ears were in ear shot. 

“I um,” you said sniffling as you sat up. Mickey watched you close your eyes and groan as you steadied yourself and he frowned. “Sweetheart…” “I’m okay Mick, just a little-” 

Your sentence got interrupted by a sudden rush of sick. “Trash can…” Mickey didn’t even question it and held the trash can up, holding your hair back with his free hand.

“I got you baby, I got ya.” 

“Daddy? Is Mama okay?” Jayda asked, a little worry in her voice. “Yeah, Mama’s gonna be okay. She’s just not feeling well, but she’s okay.” Jayda nodded and quietly went back to coloring. 

Once you’re done throwing up, Mickey helps you stand. “Girls, Mama and I will be right back, be good okay?” “Yes Daddy,” they both said as they continued to color.

Mickey helped you to the bathroom and sat you on the closed toilet as he looked for the thermometer. “Have you felt bad all day?” You opened your mouth but he spoke again. “And don’t lie to me.”

You sighed and nodded as he held the thermometer up and put it in your mouth.

“You’ve felt shitty all day?” You nodded again as the thermometer beeped and he took it out to look at it. “101.3, fuck, Honey. Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Mav would under-”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to take you away from work.” “Screw work, you’re sick and you took care of three kids by yourself. Honey, you’re exhausted and you won’t get better if you don’t let yourself rest.”

You shook your head before groaning a little at the headache the action gave you, “Miguel, you can’t-” You blinked as you stopped mid sentence, your lips trembling as you felt sick again. Covering your mouth, you moved to the floor and lifted the lid to throw up in the toilet.

Mickey frowned, feeling awful for not being here today and leaving you to deal with the kids while you miserable. He squatted down and grabbed a ponytail holder, tying your hair back for you, “I’m calling Cyclone and Mav, I’m not going in tomorrow so I can take care of you and the kids.”

“I can’t ask you to do that… You love your job.”

He looked up at you, almost angry, “Not as much as I love you. And you’re not asking, that’s the reason I’m telling you that I’m not going in.”

You stayed quiet and just shook your head, trying not to get sick again, “I need to make dinner…” He shook his head right back, “You’re not serious, you’re actively trying not to throw up again. Y/N, you need to go lay down with a cold rag on your head. I’ll fix dinner for me and the kids and you get soup.”

You perked up a little, sitting up and looking at him, “Your abuela’s soup?” 

He smiled and cupped your cheek, “If that’s what you want then that’s what I’ll make. But only if you take a break and let me baby you until you're better.” “But the kids-” “What did I say?” 

You sighed, “Okay, okay fine.” 

“Alright now, let’s get you on the couch and I will get any mess left by our girls.”

You nodded and let him take you back to the couch before he got you a cool, damp rag.

“There you go Honey,” he said, laying it across your forehead. “Thank you Mickey. I love you.” “I love you too.” 

You smiled at him, “Go start dinner so I can have abuela’s soup, go go.” He chuckled, “Alright, alright.” He kissed the top of your head before going to the kitchen.

“Hey! Who spilled Sprite all over the floor?”

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[dynamitekansai]

aew: Jamie Hayter IS BACK! Former AEW Women’s World Champion returns to Dynamite! | 8/28/24, AEW Dynamite

[whohasthecards]

Hangman is touch starved and he knew that for a while know.

Parents never there, and with his siblings (if he had any), he would be the one initiating contact, comforting them, soothing them, but that was rare, and even then it never really soothed the aching underneath his skin.

It got worst when he joined the Navy.

Although, it took a while before he realized what the crawling aching feeling was.

Why he felt weird whenever Javy slung an arm around his shoulders.

Why he felt a sense of awe whenever an instructor clapped him on the chest when they passed by him, congratulating him on a successful hop.

Why he wanted to lean closer to the hand squeezing his shoulder when Admiral Kazansky congratulated him on a successful mission.

It all felt off, not bad, just off.

It made the ache underneath his skin throb.

As if it was shouting more, more, more.

One day they were getting off the ship, deployment finally over, families and sailors reuniting. Javy running off to his family, his ma and pa enveloping him in hugs, his siblings taking turns afterwards, his tiny nieces and nephews throwing themselves at him.

He saw the same scene over and over around him.

He felt his chest tighten and his throat clenched, a frown unintentionally tugging down on the corner of his lip.

He swallowed.

He should be happy.

Instead he tugged his cap down over his eyes and walked away.

Nobody noticed him leave.

He tried to shove the urge down.

He got used to it crawling under his skin.

Come on, Seresin, men like you don't deserve shit like this.

It got better.

He and Javy got closer, Javy who lightly punched his shoulder in greeting, who slung arms around his shoulders, who pulled him close against his side when they were celebrating.

He got closer to his shipmates. Bumping fists, lightly nudging each other away, roughhousing in other occassions.

He had lovers, all of them temporary, none of them stayed for long, but it was something for a while.

Then his first air to air kill happened.

Hangman was not a name associated with his spelling mistakes when he was doing paperwork sleep deprived.

It became the name of an executioner.

To the eyes of the crew and his superiors, he was same old, Hangman. Head held high, nothing bringing him down.

He was a mess behind closed doors, though. Only Javy saw how he would stare and stare and stare. Looked down in his hands. He felt like he was under water.

Javy gave him space unsure how to deal with him the first few weeks after the kill. He tried, brought him food, talked to him even when he didn't talk back.

But when Javy made a move to sling an arm around his shoulder, Jake's breathe hitched, watching him.

Jake wanted.

Javy took the hesitation as a bad thing.

Javy gave him a small smile and pulled back.

Hangman can do mission debriefs, can make the crew relax, can calm down pissed off superiors.

Jake never really knew how to talk.

After that things were different.

His shipmates stared at him in awe, respect, fear.

If not, they only ever wanted to talk about his accomplishments.

He learned how to disarm them, flash a smile, talk shit, give them enough to satisfy them and move to a different topic.

It got better.

Eventually he could mostly get along with his shipmates again. He was showing Hangman more and more, but they got along.

Javy started coming around more, again. Jake made sure to act normal when he was near. He didn't want his best friend to pull away.

Then the mission happened.

He remembered Mav pulling him into a hug. It was quick, celebratory, yet tight and warm all the same.

He didn't want to let go, but by the time he thought that, Mav was moving on to the next member of the Dagger Squad.

He was surrounded by claps to the shoulder and other celebratory hugs that day.

At the hallway going to medical, Javy whirled around, stopped him and gave him a tight hug that he haven't gotten in a while.

"God, Jake, I'm glad you came back," he murmured.

Jake said nothing but grip the back of his friend's shirt tighter and bury his head on the older man's shoulder.

The hallway was empty, no one was there to see.

Javy made sure to shepherd him to medical where he was put in a room with Mav and Rooster. Mav raised a brow at him, quelling any protest that was about to leave his mouth.

He wasn't pouting.

Rooster gave him a fond smile, and patted him on the back. "Mav's not letting you leave medical if he can't leave too, buddy."

Mav had an annoyingly smug look as he settled in his bed.

It was when the room was dark and he could hear Rooster and Mav's snores that he realized that the crawling feeling was back.

It was soothed when he was surrounded by his crew, but it's back again.

He should really stop doing this. Stop the longing. The more he succumbs to it, the more he craves.

Dagger Squad became a permanent squad.

Javy has always been a fixture in his life ever since the academy, but there were times that they were away for months, even more than a year at a time due to conflicting deployments and leave schedules.

But now, daily, Javy was there slinging an arm around his shoulder, playing around with him, Jake tried stopping himself from leaning too much into it. He wasn't needy.

He wasn't expecting the others, though.

How Phoenix would nudge him on the shoulder when they would walk side to side in the hallway.

How Bob would knock his knuckles on Jake's back in greeting.

How Fanboy would offer him fistbumps, Payback close behind him patting his shoulder.

Rooster of all people, started following Javy's lead in slinging an arm around his shoulders. Unlike Javy though, Rooster was a little shit and would lean on him heavily, gravity's not working my ass--

It was nice, it was warm, he wanted more, more, more--

Admiral John Seresin.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

After that ordeal, Mav brought him home for dinner with Admiral Kazansky-- Ice, they didn't talk about it, not really.

Mav pushed his chair away from the table, Jake stood up trying to help clear the plates away, but he was so shaky--

Mav took the plates from his hands and turned Jake to face him. He didn’t say anything, but wrapped an arm around Jake's back, another around his waist, and held on tightly.

He felt his eyes burn, a sob bubbling out his throat, as he buried his face on Mav's neck, gripping the back of the older man's shirt, tightly."

"M-Mav," Jake sobbed out.

"Shh, I'm here, kid, I'm here," Mav said stroking a hand through his hair. "I got you."

"He wont get to you, son, I won't let him," Ice said clasping a firm hand on his shoulder.

Jake could do nothing, but nod on Mav's shoulder, hoping that would convey his gratitude.

Whenever he was with Javy, with the Dagger Squad, or with Mav and Ice, he feels warm and content.

The crawling feeling was still there, always will be, but whenever he's with his team, it never gets bad.

When Ice hands him a beer, ruffling his hair as he walked by, Jake thinks he could get used to this.

[eternalsams]

Skinny Dip ⇴ Dagger Squad

pairing: dagger squad x fem!reader (all platonic)

content:/warning: fluff, angst, cancer, death, grief, swearing, innuendos, mention of porn, a bit of nudity, inaccuracies about military and cancer (please forgive me)

Prompt: "Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time." (by @tgm-all4one)

summary: Last year was quite traumatizing for the Daggers and they need something to remind them of the good old times.

word count: 3.4k

notes: English isn't my first language, please take that into consideration. Also, the moment I read about that challenge, I knew what I had to do, and I wanted to apologize for what you're about to read, I know some hearts might break and some mean words might be directed towards me, and I completely understand so don't hold back and throw me all your hate, I LOVE IT!!

FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS

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Bradley parks his Bronco just next to the Hard Deck before turning off the ignition. He sighs loudly and rests his head on the steering wheel. He closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind, reminding himself why he was here. He clears his throat and turns to his backseat to grab the beach bag he packed up before leaving. He gets out of the car and notices Jake's truck and Natasha's car in the parking lot. He walks up to the beach and can see the dark smoke of the bonfire. He puts a smile on his face and joins his friends. He hugs Natasha who's sadly smiling at him and she softly rubs his back before letting go. He quickly hugs Jake and asks him if he needs any help with the fire.

You try to carry the many logs in your arms, sticking your tongue out in concentration. "You know... You could just ask for help." Jake laughs as he carries his own logs. "I don't need you, Bagman. I've been camping since I was 3, I can carry logs without any help." Jake rolls his eyes and when the two of you reach the others, you can't stop but sigh when you drop the wood in the little pit Rooster dug into the sand. Jake drops his own logs into the pit and taps on your shoulder, laughing. "Just shut up..." You groan.

Bradley just stays sat next to the fire, watching the flames dancing as they wait for the others to arrive. He just listens to the cracklings and he can hear Jake and Natasha having small talks. The sound of loud music pulls him from his thoughts and he raises his head, watching Mickey and Bob chatting in the parking lot. Reuben and Javy join a couple of minutes after that and they all start chatting and drinking. Sometimes one of them sighs and a silence takes over the moment before someone tries to crack a joke. The sun disappears behind the ocean and they're joined by the billions of starts above them, the moon shining bright and reflecting into the calm water. Bradley stays silent a little moment, his gaze fixed on the sand between his toes, before he takes a gimp of his beer and stands up. "I'd like to say something." Everyone turns to him and stops talking, knowing perfectly what was about to be said. "A year ago, we... lived something I never thought living all over again, and the fact I already faced it doesn't help with the pain. I don't know how you're holding up but it's been a very long year for me..." He can feel the tremble in his voice and the tears threatening from spilling and running down his face. But he stays strong, for his friends. "I'm glad we're all here today, Y/N would have appreciated it." He then sits back down and it's all silent again, just the sound he makes drinking his beer being heard. "To Y/N..." Natasha raises her drink and waits for the others to join her. They all raise their drink in turn, all of their voices echoing in the quiet evening.

You pass the doors of the locker room, the head low and deep in your thoughts. You don't even notice Natasha changing into her flight suit. Your just reach for your locker and open it, your gaze still looking into the void. You come back to reality with a start when you feel Nat's hand on your shoulder. "Hey, you're okay?" She asks you with worry painted all over her face. It wasn't you to just walk in a room and say nothing. "Yeah... Why ya asking?" You just turn back to your locker and takes off your shirt, tossing it into the locker. "I've been calling you several times, you didn't react." She zips up her suit and grabs her helmet. "I'm tired, is all."You try to give her a warm smile but she can clearly see it doesn't reach your ears like it usually does when you're smiling. She doesn't want to push you so she simply nods and leaves the room, leaving you alone with your thousands of thoughts. The words of the doctor you saw this morning just repeating in your head. Brain tumor. Too late. Inoperable.

"You guys remember when Y/N got so drunk she asked us to go skinny dip with her?" Bob laughs, looking up at the stars above them. The memory raises laughter among the group and a soft smile appears on Jake's lips. "I actually went with her that night." The confession earns him a few disgusted noises and gags among some mindless insults. That made him laugh. "I didn't go into the water or even got naked. I just looked after her from the beach, watching her having so much fun in the ocean. She was laughing so hard, I thought she would wake up all Fighter Town." He laughs and the others stop insulting him, just listening to Jake's secret memory. He rubs his face and wipes the first tears forming under his eyes. "I actually skinny dipped with her once." Natasha confesses, and a wave a wolf whistles is heard. She almost regrets immediately telling the boys her little secret but she really wanted to share the memory and keep the mood light. "Please tell me you got home together and had a pillow fight in cute Pj's." Jake smirks at her and she throws a handful of sand in his face to make him shut up. The blond pilot grimaces and spits sand before rubbing his tongue and his eyes, groaning. "What kind of porn do you think you live in?" She laughs and she watches her friend trying to spit all the sand in his mouth and she lies down, her head resting on her crossed arms. "It was just before she told us. I guess she wanted to create some memories." The silence comes back as they all know what she means by 'she told us'. Probably one of the worst day of their entire life.

You were waiting for the others to join you at the Hard Deck. Hell, you even asked Maverick to come, he deserved to learn it from you too. You were looking at your feet as you were pacing, Penny glancing at you as she was cleaning some stuff. You hear the door open and Jake's voice shouting. "The Queen has required my presence so here I am!" You smile at his antics and go to hug him tight. He's quite surprised by your display of affection but hugs you back. When you pull away, he ruffles your hair and you grumble. "Hello, Sunshine... So, what's the object of our meeting?" He asks as he sits down on a stool. "Can we... just wait for the others to arrive? I want all of you to be here before I say anything." You look back at the doors, checking if anybody else arrived. "Is everything alright?" He asks, frowning and a bit worried. You don't want to lie to him but you're not ready to tell him yet so you don't say anything and fake a warm smile. "Don't try to get any hint, Bagman." You elbow him gently and his frown is replaced by a kind smirk. "Alright, alright..." He quickly rubs his face before standing up and walking to Penny, asking her for an old fashioned. Jake was always early to everything so it didn't surprise you that he arrived first and the others took their time to join you.

When you made sure everyone was here, the whole place is on edge. Everyone wants to know why you asked them to meet you in the middle of your day off. You're standing in front of them and refuse to look into their eyes. "Okay, hum... I guess this is the moment to tell you something quite important. Since we've been reunited last year for this suicide mission, you've all become the closest thing to what I call a family. And I'll never thank enough fate for putting us all together and for making me meet all of you." You're fidgeting with your bracelet as you keep your head low, shifting your weight from one foot to another. "But I guess every good thing has its end." You chuckle dryly and finally look up, crossing pairs of concerned gazes. "Few weeks ago, I had my medical exam to check if I would be clear to fly this year and they found something. In my brain." You gulp and slightly jump when you hear a glass knock against the wooden bar. You look at Bradley and see his jaw tightening, he already knows what that means, he's been there before. He's looking deeply into your eyes, waiting for the bomb to drop. You take a deep breath and maintain his eye contact. "It's untreatable..."

The silence comes back in the Hard Deck and Penny is the first one to react, walking around the counter and wrapping her arms around you. She's whispering apologies in your ear but your eyes are still on your friends, they're all shocked, they don't know what to say. You blink and Jake stands up, leaving the bar, slamming the door behind him. You can still see him through the windows and he sits down on the steps, burying his face into his hands and you can see his shoulders slightly shake with sobs. You don't blame him. He doesn't really like showing his vulnerability, but you're his weakness. Bob and Natasha wrap their arms around you in turn, promising you they'll be there for you if you need anything. Javy quickly hugs you and kiss your hair before going to check on his best friend outside. Mickey and Reuben hug you in turn and Maverick is the last one to face you. "Captain... It's been an honor..." You try to smile and joke but he simply takes you in his arms and you let yourself close your eyes and breathe deeply, feeling safe in his arms. When he pulls back, you're met with Bradley and he's opening his mouth, trying to find the right words, but he can't. "I'm sorry..." You whisper and he quickly looks away, chuckling dryly. "You shouldn't be apologizing." He takes your hands in his and just traces the lines of your palms with his thumbs. "I'm sorry you have to go through this all over again." You mutter and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek on his chest and listening to his fast heartbeat. "It's not your fault, kiddo... It's not your fault..." He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back.

The seven friends can hear the crickets singing and the waves crashing on the rock a little further. The light mood from earlier disappeared when Natasha mentioned the sad day of your announcement. "Maybe we should skinny dip in her memory..." Mickey wonders with a kind smile, looking around at his friends. "I'm not getting naked with porn-guy over there." Natasha immediately refuses, pointing at Jake. "It was a joke, Phoe'. I wouldn't even want to see you naked..." He mutters the last part. "We don't need to get naked, just in our underwear would be enough to make her happy." Mickey smiles a bit more, already undoing his laces and taking off his shoes and socks. "Come on, guys..." He begs when he sees none of his friends follow him in his idea. "I do it if you do." Bradley looks over at Natasha with a smirk. "Don't get too excited, Bradshaw. We might think you wanna see me naked." She laughs and starts stripping. Mickey grins and sees Reuben, Bob and Javy starting undressing as well. He gives Jake a pointed look and the blonde sighs. "Alright... But don't jump on me as soon as I'm undressed." He unbuckles his belt and Javy whistles jokingly. "We wouldn't dream of it, Bagman." Natasha is quick to shut him up and he simply rolls his eyes with a soft smile. When they're all wearing nothing but their underwear, they stay around the fire, looking at each other with silly faces. "What now? I mean... We've all got killer bodies but I won't stay like that all night long, it's kinda cold." Bradley jokes and a few laughs erupt. "You're scared the cold air might affect your body, Bradshaw?" Jake laughs and is immediately stopped when Bradley growls and starts chasing him.

The two men run on the sand, sometimes almost falling face first and Jake ends up jumping into the cold water. Bradley stops in his track with a grin and watches his friend stands up in the water, a shocked expression painted all over his face. "The water is freezing!" He screams and hurries to get out of the water but Bradley runs to him and tackles him back into the water. The rest of the squad erupts in laughter and they start running to the water to join the two men bickering in the cold water. When the water reaches Natasha's feet, she lets out a scream but doesn't stop in her track and dives right into the ocean. She lets the cold water hug her and wash her of the day's sweat before joining the others at the surface. She rubs her face and brings back her hair, laughing. She notices Jake shivering and his lips starting to turn purple-ish. She chuckles and splashes him right in the face. The blond pilot groans and slashes her back but she uses Bradley as a human shield. Jake laughs loudly at his frenemy's face but his smile quickly falls down when the Bradshaw pushes on his head to push him underwater for a few seconds. Natasha turns to Bob who let his glasses on the beach and now has to squint to see correctly. She splashes him and he screams before splashing back, but he doesn't really see her and ends up splashing Javy. Reuben and Mickey quickly join the water fight and the laughter can be heard from the beach.

They end up staying in the ocean for what seems like an eternity and when they go back to their stuff on the beach, the sun is slowly rising. They're completely drenched to the bones but silly smiles are engraved on their faces as they sit down on the sand. Natasha rests her head on Bob's shoulder who puts back his glasses on his noses. Mickey is lying down on her lap and she mindlessly plays with the short curls starting to grow on his head. "She would have loved this improvised not-so-skinny dipping..." Jake eventually says, his voice raw from all the screaming and all the laughing. Nobody says anything else but everyone agrees with him. For once. Natasha closes her eyes and ends up falling asleep on her WSO's shoulder and Mickey falls himself asleep on her lap. Bradley and Jake fall asleep a bit later too, lying down on the sand, their faces covered by their own shirts. Javy and Reuben share the cover they used to keep them out of the sand as a blanket and fall asleep. Three hours later, when Maverick gets off his bike, he notices several figures on the sand. He frowns and when he steps closer, he recognizes his squad, asleep and half naked on the sand. Confusion is written all over his face until he checks the day and recognizes the date. Yesterday was marking one year after your passing.

You watch them play football on the beach with a big smile on your face. Since Maverick introduced you to the Dog Fight Football, your friends would only play that game when you would go to the beach. You laugh when Mickey is being tackled by Jake and the two men roll on the ground. You take a sip from your drink and readjust your hat on your head. The umbrella over you already providing you shade but your chemo-bald head wasn't something you wanted other people to see. So after a quick discussion with Mickey, he took you hat shopping and you had a lot of fun. He insisted on paying everything and you ended up with almost ten new hats you could match with multiple outfits. No need to specify that you couldn't fly anymore but with a little help from Maverick, you still could come to base and see your friends. Your family. You're brought back to reality when a sweaty, panting Jake drops next to you. You give him a cold beer and he takes a couple of gulps before turning to you. "Want some?" He asks and you give him a pointed look. "Right... You're no fun, I forgot." He turns back to watch the others play and you bite the inside of your cheek, stopping yourself from thanking him for joking about it. He was the one you felt the closest to. You didn't know why or how it happened but it happened. You loved all of them so much but Jake was different, sometimes you could almost feel like you were connected. Just like twins.

"Hey... You're getting red, you need more sunscreen?" He asks as he points to your reddening arms. You nod and he grabs the tube from the beach bag you got and walks around you to stand behind you. He starts rubbing your shoulders with the sunscreen, being careful not to knock your hat off inadvertently. "You know... I'm still up for giving you a last wish..." He says and you turn to look up at him with a smile. He wiggles his eyebrows and you slap his chest before turning back to watch your friends play. Jake leans over to your ear and you can practically hear his smirk. "The others won't know, I promise." He whispers before rubbing your right arm with sunscreen. "Oh my God, stop!" You laugh, making him smile widely. "I'd rather give my last wish to Rooster." You say jokingly just to mess with him. "You wouldn't!" He moves to your left arm and when it's all done, he sits down on his heels before you. "But seriously, if you want anything before you..." He starts saying and stops himself, not fully on term with what was to happen. "You just ask, and I'll do anything to make it happen. And I'm sure the others would do the same." He keeps your hand in his and you look down and your joined hands, containing the tears. You look back up at him and take a deep breath. "I don't want anything more, Jake... I already have all I need." You smile at him and then look over at the others cheering Bob for tackling Mickey. You chuckle and Jake smiles, his stare never leaving your joyful face. That's exactly how he wants to remember you, smiling and laughing.

He stands up and dramatically bows. "My Queen..." He smiles at you and runs back to the others, catching the football Natasha just threw and running away from Bradley who's already on his tail. You smile and grab your phone, taking a picture of them playing. You smile at your phone and go to your camera roll. You open the file you named 'memories' and quickly scroll through all the pictures you took of the squad. You used to take a lot of pictures even before you learned about the tumor but you started photographing and recording everything after the doctor told you your days were numbered. You scroll down until you reach the bottom of the file and click on the first picture. It's a photo Maverick took the day you told them the truth. You could see Jake's red eyes but he was smiling for the picture, for you. You were between him and Natasha and the others were aligned, smiling at the camera. You slide left and you smile even more. This one was taken just seconds after the first one, unless you weren't all aligned correctly and looking at the camera. You were wholeheartedly laughing, head thrown back as your friends all squished you in a group hug. You lock your phone and look up at the game in front of you. You wouldn't dream of anything better than this. You grab your drink and take a sip, never looking away from your friends.

[thewulf]

heyooo, i really love all of your writings, and you are very talented 🥺🫶

may i request for top gun maverick with husband!mickey 'fanboy' garcia x civillian maverick's daughter!reader please? when you heard that mav called mickey to join a mission, you kind of mad to your dad cause it is dangerous for mickey (worried). however, mickey always ensuring you that he will be okay cause he has your dad and the daggers. sooner, you got message that mav and mickey were the main in this mission, you got so worried because you did not know the survivors. when they got home, you felt relieve that both of them were save (kinda you hug mickey first, checking he had scratch/bruise and mav's like "okay, you forget about the old man").

thank you so much! cheers 💁‍♀️

AHHH YES YOU CAN. I haven't written for Mickey and this is just ahhh so cute. I feel like reader has to be a jet mechanic or something. She's always around the team but doesn't actually fly. You got it!

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

Hey Charlie, I don’t know if you’ve got this question before but have you ever lost a Friend or loved one

"..."

"..."

"...Huh... uh sorry, I... gonna have to drop the Halloween theme for this ask and the next one, honestly? didn't except... to get such important questions for Halloween, it's the spooky month after all."

Charlie snapped his fingers before taking a deep breath.

(detailed response below.)

"... Sorry, I'm really not used this... Kind of thing, to be honest serious thinking ain't my strong suit. I'm not typically a serious guy, It's not that I can't be it's... Just hard, for my brain to process."

"I'll do my best, just forgive me for well I guess just being me, I know when it's the time for jokes, sometimes I mess up though. I'll own up to that, but I'll take this and the next ask seriously."

Charlie cleared his throat.

"... I... augh I fucking hate talking about this, it's not against you, it's okay to be curious, I just... try to push it back into my mind."

"Yes, I've lost friends... hell being an eldritch horror, I'll lose ... No no now's not the time to think about that."

"I won't go into details about my friends, hmm not in this ask anyway."

"But I guess I can talk about family, I really don't have any. The original owner where my body comes from, had no one really. And lord know's the eldritch part of me, didn't have family."

"It's times like this I realize... I'm not just a bunch of junk thrown together. I'm a person... A person with his own life, even if 'Charlie' or 'Charles' on legal paper. Comes from the human part of me, I formed my own mind, separate from what made me."

"But I'm still my own person, and ... I've both made and lost family in the 50+ years I've existed as me, sorry sorry I'm doing alot of rambling. I should get onto the point."

"..."

"I lost my daughter, now now some might not consider a 'walrus' your acutal child, but Richard... She ... She... SHE MEANT ALOT TO ME."

"but Charlie you say! Richard is still around! she's just different now!"

"THAT THING IS NO LONGER MY DAUGHTER, IT'S CHANGED TOO MUCH, AND IS BASICALLY UNRECONIZABLE, NONE OF HER 'SKIN' IS EVEN HER OWN, IT HAS HER NAME, IT LOOKS VEAGUELY LIKE HER, BUT SHE DIED LONG AGO, I SHOULD FUCKING KNOW I BURIED HER, AND THE THING THAT CAME BACK IS THE FARTHEST THING FROM HER... NOTHING ABOUT THAT THING IS MY RICHARD."

"..."

"She's gone... I've uh... long since accepted that..."

"sorry, sorry I'm rambling again."

Charlie sat down and wiped some tears from his eyes.

"... one of these days, I'm gonna lose toof too... lose... all my walrus, for fuck sakes I know I can't keep techno on life support forever... I just..."

Charlie's head began to litearly spark his hands were shaking and his voice fractured and changed pitches.

"any mortal friend I have too, will die one day... I..."

"I..."

"..."

"..."

"Fuck"

"..."

"..."

"Ha... don't uh... worry about me, I'll be um... fine, just Charlie being stupid again... once I eat some shoes I'll be right as rain again!"

"... but yeah too long didn't read, yes I've lost friends and family."

"and it dosen't get easier the more I lose."

"Simple As That."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I'm gonna visit bedlam maybe chuck and robert after this... I just hope bedlam dosen't mind me being quiet... I just want to make sure I never forget his face... he's immortal but still the worry is set that maybe... eh forget about it you don't need to worry about me."

"I'm just the funny cursed phone guy after all."

"but uh yeah, let me just answer that other question I got, then I'll get out of your hair and return to my Halloween colors."

[ofmiramar]

— watching in slow motion ✈︎  ֺ .ᐟ

˓  ֺ  ‍ mickey “fanboy” garcía ‍﹗

˓   ֺ  ‍ robert “bob” floyd ‍﹗

˓   ֺ  ‍ bradley “rooster” bradshaw ‍﹗

˓  ֺ  ‍ jake “hangman” seresin ‍﹗

˓  ֺ  ‍natasha “phoenix” trace ‍﹗

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Our House

I stood near the doorway as Bradley and Jake stalked confidently into the depths of the bar. This was one of the only times I had seen them get along, seen them willing to work together.

My heart raced with anger and anxiety. I didn't want to have to face my student again, I was angry he thought he could get away with it but being in his presence still brought back that small amount of fear that I felt.

I circled the bar in order to get close enough to hear what the two men were saying. Bradley had hung back to talk to Penny. I assumed he was telling her what happened by the way she glared at my former student.

On the other hand, Jake had made himself comfortable behind the bar, strolling in like he owned the place. His arms collided with the table causing the whole bar top to shake. I watched as Ghost lifted his head to look into the eyes of his teacher.

"Hey there Ghost." Jake said casually as he gripped ghosts beer glass in his hand, sliding it over to himself and taking a drink from it. Ghosts face turned sour with disgust and distaste.

"Lieutenant Commander." Ghost grumbled.

Somehow Jake seemed to lean further into the table, a smirk growing on his face. "Oh man," Jake sucked his teeth. "That sure is a nice shiner you got there. What happened?"

Ghost had seemed to make the connection as to why Jake was choosing to pick on him. He straightened in his seat and squared off his shoulders, glaring daggers into Jakes eyes.

"None of your fucking business." Ghost growled.

Jakes eyebrows widened upward. "Woah! That's no way to talk to your commander." Jake paused, slinking closer to to Ghost over the bar top. "Of course, that's if you were still part of the program. From what I hear, sounds like you're not anymore."

Ghost shot up, the bar stool from underneath him scooting dramatically across the hardwood. Jake straightened his shoulders back and narrowed his gaze. I had never seen Jake look so angry, so intimidating.

Ghost clenched his fists, looking like he was about to connect with Jakes jaw when he suddenly calmed, stretching his fingers back out. "Come on, Jake." Ghosts voice lightened, as though he was trying to convince a friend to make a decision. "I've seen how she is around you. Hell, I thought she was dating to you because of it. She plays around with guys like us' feelings. How was I supposed to know any different?"

I felt my heart tug downward hearing those words. For some reason, I considered whether or not I had done that to Jake, given our conversation we had in the last few weeks. I did have love for Jake but not in that way.

"You we're supposed to know different because your parents should have taught you better." Bradley's voice was now added to the mix. He stood behind Ghost with his arms cross and eyes narrowed. They were nearly the same height, but Bradley had a lot more bulky muscle than Ghost did, making him look bigger than the other male.

"Don't say shit about my family." Ghost growled while trying to size up to Bradley. Ultimately, he failed because Bradley uncrossed his arms and squared away his shoulders. "But you get to say shit about mine?" Bradley nearly growled, I could see the anger growing in him.

Ghost finally looked Bradley up and down, a huff of realization escaping his lips. "So you're the boyfriend, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm the boyfriend."

I smiled a little to myself. I had never heard us use labels before. Truthfully at this age it wasn't as important to me but hearing him say those words made my heart lift. Watching him defend and protect me made me feel safe, seen, and special.

Jake had joined Bradley's side now, that signature Seresin smirk plastered across his face. "You know," he interrupted. "You've managed to disrespect a lady in the last 5 minutes, and the Navy in the last 5 hours." Jake smirked at the confusion on the younger males face then looked behind them towards the bar.

"Do it Penny." Penny was behind the bar, hand on the rope of the bell with a smirk on her face. She swung her arm back and forward, giving it a good and loud ring, which made the bar erupt in cheers.

"What's that, what does that mean?" Ghost asked. "It means you buy a round of drinks for everyone in the bar." Bradley said cooly.

"And we get to kick you out now." Jake countered Bradley's calmness with venom coming from his tone of voice.

I watched them lift ghost up off the ground. My former student thrashed about to try and break loose but ultimately gave up before he was thrown out onto the sand. "Good riddance, dickhead!" Jake shouted before entering back into the bar.

"Don't come back!" Bradley added before turning on heel back into the bar. The room cheered as they made their way back over to me. The crowd at the bar had no idea the context behind it, they just enjoyed seeing someone get kicked out, but it was nice to hear the cheering. Whether it was for me or not.

I hugged Bradley first. A tight and grateful hug that hopefully expressed the appreciation I was feeling towards him. "Thank you." I whispered in his ear. He responded by giving me a tight squeeze.

"Of course, sweetheart."

When I separated from my hug from Bradley, Jakes hands clasped my shoulders and he gave them a gentle squeeze. "We've got your back, Wolf."

I smiled at Jake gratefully and gave his hand that was resting on my shoulder a pat.

"Come on, let's get drunk." Bradley encouraged me, pushing me towards the bar for a night of drinking and karaoke.

To tell the truth, I had significantly more to drink than Bradley had. His arm was looped around me and supporting my weight. Was it a bluff so he could half carry me into the house? Partially.

He shut and locked the front door behind us, hardly having time to turn around before I had pulled him into a loving kiss. I missed him so much while he was gone, it was almost scary.

Our kissing walked us into the bedroom where I was pushed down onto the soft mattress and he slowly crawled on top of me. The kissing was soft and sweet, the slight tang of beer lingered on his lips.

"I was thinking," Bradley mumbled in between kisses.

"That's dangerous." I quipped back.

"Hey now," Bradley warned as he propped up on his elbows to look down at me. He brushed strands of my hair away from me face and smiled as he did so.  The world around me started to spin with every slow blink that I took. I was going to regret the hangover tomorrow.

"Why don't we go look at a couple houses tomorrow?" Bradley suggested.

"But I already live here!" My drunken mind protested.

"This is my house, sweetheart. I thought you wanted your own house." Bradley chuckled gently as he kept stroking my head.

"Why can't it be our house?" This was a thought I was considering for a while now. Truthfully I thought I would hate living with another person. And at first I did, but that time I spent away from Bradley made me realize that with him, it's better. Every day will always be better with him.

"You want to live with me?" He asked quietly, almost astonished I was asking.

"What have I been doing here? I tried to offer you rent but you refused!" I shouted playfully, which caused us to Break out into laughter.

When our eyes met after, I saw my entire future. Waking up and going to sleep looking at those brown eyes with flecks of green. I sometimes wondered if our kid would have those eyes. I don't know if it was the liquid courage or my own that led me to what I said next.

"I think I want to marry you."

Bradley just sat there completely still, not saying anything. I felt my heart begin to beat with anxiety. Was that the wrong thing to say? Did he not think the same?

But then he smiled. A slow, crawling smile that turned into a wide and bright one. "Really?" He asked in a voice that was hardly a whisper.

I nodded as an answer. Bradley's hands traveled to each side of my face, the look of joy never leaving his face as his eyes moved over every inch of my face. "I've known from the moment I met you I wanted to marry you."

My emotions got the better of me as I brought my head up to kiss Bradley. His hands held my head as he reciprocated the kiss with just as much passion. The kissing went on for only a few more moments before he pulled away and looked back down at me.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." I responded with as much eagerness and enthusiasm as him.

"Come on let's get to bed." Bradley patted the comforter before propping himself up on his arms. I quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought his body back down on top of mine.

"Can we do something else first?" I asked, a mischievous smirk on my face.

A smirk of his own crept across his face, shifting his mustache. He sat up above me and practically tore off his shirt.

"Alright, sex, then bed."

Next Chapter in Progress

[ladyelissarose]

‘Top Guns Baby’

Top Gun x female aviator reader

No Y/n is used, but their callsign is ‘Euphoria’

Warnings: Long ass one-shot!! But cute!! mentions of pregnancy and unexpected labor (yes it’s real.. google it) lots of emotions everywhere from angst to fluff, the dagger squad being ‘pros’ at everything.

Summary; In the last 9 months, you have had such an exciting life, after your worthless boyfriend dumped you for your best friend that wasn’t Navy and had ‘more time for him’. So that’s why you made your life stay stationed on base in San Diego. But what happens, when a certain surprise comes, and you think you have no one to help?

Flashback..

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but I was about time-“

“ABOUT TIME!? About time that I find out you’re cheating on me with Mia?! Why??”

You watched as your best friend Mia covered her self with your blankets on your bed as your now ex-boyfriend tried to get off the bed to come at you. He tried to reach out for you but you pushed him away and questioned angrily,

 “Why!!? After everything I’ve done you pull this crap!!”

He shoved you to the wall behind you harshly and hovered over you as he seethed,

 “After what that you’ve done? Be gone for months at a time? Be absolutely absent?”

 You cowered in his presence and tried not to be scared, though deep down you were waiting for a hit, it wasn’t new to you anyways. But you still defended yourself with words as you said,

 “Don’t blame me for your mistakes!! It’s not my fault that you’re a liar and cheater!!”

 He growled hatefully and slammed his hand above you against the wall as he shouted in your face,

 “Then don’t blame me for wanting someone else that actually gives me their time!! She’s always there for me and is present!! While you are 99% of the time gone and out there flying your stupid planes!!-“

 You scoffed in disbelief at his childish behavior and hurtful words,

 “You’re such a sick person!! My job is life risking and I have tried everything in my power to make this work! I call you, FaceTime you, send you endless messages through letters!! I even paid for you car as a gift and let you spend my money so that you wouldn’t feel like I was abandoning you!!-“

 “And that’s not enough ok?! I don’t need your things! Or your stupid money! Cards and gifts or shitty calls don’t cut it for me-“But you have always promised that it was ok and that you’d work with me!! You made love to me last night and insisted that we were going to be ok and that you loved me!!-“

He laughed at your words and pointed in your face,

 “-yeah… maybe I did. But not anymore. It’s over. All of it. I want nothing to do with you, or with anything in your life. I could care less if you die or not, all of this, is over. And I don’t love you anymore.”

 He then pulled away and scoffed at your falling tears, 

 “You’re so pathetic… you know that? I mean how could you think this would work?”

 You moved away from the wall, and approached him slowly as you it forth,

“I believed in you… in your lies… all of them. But if you want to do this… grab your new girlfriend, and your things and get the hell out of my house, and fuck somewhere else.”

 And that’s when the tables turned, and his face dropped. That little fucker forgot that everything… was yours. The house, furniture, 2 cars, clothes, even the jacuzzi in the back was yours… meaning he lost everything including you. You had paid for everything and tried to give him a home, thinking he’d appreciate it and stay here for you for when you came back, but now you see he took advantage of it. And Mia didn’t even know about this, as she stood up and yelled at him,

 “You said that this was all yours! But you’re freaking homeless!? You live off your girlfriend??!”

 Now it was your turn to smile as you lastly said to him and Mia,

 “Yup, now you both have to get out, or I’ll call the cops.”

End of flashback…

8 months later…

Things had been a lot better for you ever sense you broke up with your ex, you got to change bases so he wouldn’t follow you, and an amazing Admiral made this new base a special home for you. Admiral Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky was the Admiral that personally took you under his wing, after you explained to him your reason behind begging your superiors for a quick transfer to another base. His kind heart understood where you came from, and he made it his personal mission to get you to safety. Because not even your parents sided you for the whole situation, they of course were pissed off that you broke up with your ex and didn’t give them the family they wanted too! So for now you weren’t in their good graces. And would’ve taken maybe a month or two to transfer fully, only took a week for you to find home in San Diego, at the Naval base. You had your house there on base, and your other home was in the aircraft carriers or ships, or at the Naval Air Station, which was where you trained to fly or did your practice drills in your jet. You had met an amazing Dagger Squad, and they immediately became great friends and colleagues with you, and their Captain, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, was the one that Kazansky introduced to you first, saying that he would be your new Captain and Protector. You first friends were Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd, and Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace, two aviators who flew together and shared opposite energies but the same passion for flying and being utterly sweet and welcoming to you. Phoenix got you comfortable on base and made sure you were always by her side in the ladies room or anywhere so you wouldn’t be alone. Bob taught you a lot about the smallest details in the WSO’s workbook and also told you when they served the freshest breakfast, so you two and Phoenix could get the warmest eggs and the best cups of fruit.

Next was Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, whom you soon got to know right away because of the connection he had with Phoenix, he was a sweetheart, and always made sure to tell you to be ‘safe’ and ‘cautious’ while flying. He made it a habit to save an extra bag of ice in the freezer for when you two got caught up in push-up drills and came out super sore and with aching muscles. He made flying more enjoyable too, with little jokes here and there and you two calmed one another’s nerves when things got tough. Reuben ‘Payback’ Fitch and Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia grew a liking to you right away when you gave them a helpful tip during a flight training that ended up saving their asses from doing push-ups all afternoon. Now they tried to sit with you during lunch or breaks to get anymore tips from you, or to share some of their own as well. Payback introduced you to the time when the showers were the warmest, and how to sneak in hot wings on the weekend. Fanboy made it a point to get you addicted to comic books of any kind, he even got you into a small comic book club so he wouldn’t go on his own (though he asked you if it was ok first, to which you gladly said that you’d enjoy going, ‘you ended up liking very much’)

Now with Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado, he was a little arrogant at first, trying to show off some moves during flight training, to which in the end you turned it around on him and got him back at his trick. To say the least, he warmed up to you in the funniest and simplest way possible, when he found you liked playing cards, especially ’Hearts’, a trick-taking card game. What first started off as small to no talk during the game, was now you two bullying or name calling one another to no end, or for you two to show off your best magic card tricks. Lastly, the one person all your other flight buddies told you to be careful with only because he was an arrogant and cocky person, and had a way with words that wasn’t nice, or he criticized how they flew because he thought he was the best, ended up becoming your best friend and body guard, Hangman.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, had truly accidentally overheard your story with your ex-boyfriend, and to say the least, he was very sorry for what you went through, and ready to find this guy to beat the disgusting, disrespectful shit out of him. His momma had taught him better, which was to respect a woman and never hurt them, so yes, he was pissed about what this guy did to you. No one knew that he accidentally knew about your past, because he refused to mention it and bring back back bad memories. (He had learned from the last time when he blurted out Rooster’s and Maverick’s past and almost got punched for it.) So, he made it a point to be nicer to you, maybe he still was cocky and arrogant, but it was never directed towards you, he’d just make it clear that he was the best ‘Hangman’ ever and no one could be him. Hangman was the first one to invite you to Hard Deck with him and everyone else, and every time you went, he watched over your drink and made sure no guy with dirty hands and thoughts got anywhere near you. (You were so unknowingly protected by him that every time you went to Hard Deck, you had a really great time and came out untouched and unbothered.) Anyways, to say the least…. Your new family was your Dagger Squad, the best people you ever knew held a great piece of your heart, but each and everyone of them kept it safe and loved for you. 

In the present…

“Hey Nix… does this flight suit make me look fat?”

Phoenix abruptly stopped brushing her hair and turned her head towards where you posed for her, trying to show her something she couldn’t see. A frown found place on her gorgeous face as she questioned high pitched,

 “What? No. Who told you that? You look great!”

 You clicked you tongue and shook your head, while running your hands over yourself and still checking out your body,

“No one did… but I don’t know Nix… I feel like it does… I mean, I gained like a couple of pounds and haven’t dropped it.”

 Phoenix pouted a little and came to you, putting her hands on your shoulder gently as she comforted with glistening eyes,

 “That’s ok, remember that you’ve been eating better, and taking care of yourself. You got checked by the nurse the other day and she said you’re completely healthy. So two pounds is more than ok, you’re perfect.”

 Your heart swelled with awe, for Phoenix always came to your rescue, making you feel better and being honest with you. You gave her a quick but good hug as you whispered,

 “Thank you Nix.”

She kept you and squeezed you tighter,

“Anytime Ria.”

Then you two walked out happily with your gear, ready to take on practice drills and beat the other fellas. You met the rest of the Squad in the waiting room, Bob and Fanboy of course were playing a simple pool game while Hangman and Rooster were bantering over their favorite football teams and making unnecessary high bets on who was going to win the next game. Soon Payback and Coyote joined all of you with some news. Coyote ruffled Bob’s hair as he put forth happily,

“Hey guys! Mav says that whoever is at their jet first gets a 5-minute head start!”

“Shit!”

“No way!!”

“Yeah those 5 minutes are mine!!”

“Eat my dust asshats!!”

Like a herd of gazelles you all were out of the building and dashing towards your destined F/18s. Rooster and Hangman gave everyone competition against their crazy stamina and long ass legs, but surprisingly, Fanboy beat you all by making it to his first. Payback cheered loudly and clapped his back,

“Now that’s my wingman!! You just gave us 5 minutes!!!”

Fanboy was doubled over with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath and reply,

“Yeah! I… PHEW! Damn I know!!

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his tan cheeks that were turned red, poor guy definitely ran for his life on this one. Hangman and Rooster once again were now bantering over the fact at how could a shorty little guy like Fanboy beat the two ‘muscle men’ of Top Gun. Bob then went on to explain like a freakin scientist (with large words from a damn thesaurus) that it was probably because his body was lighter that it helped him carry himself to his destination quicker. Phoenix looked like a proud bigger sister as she smiled at Bob and his smart words, you were about to comment on how he knew so much until a loud sharp whistle was heard, then a call,

“So!! Who made it first?!?”

Maverick, the one and only Maverick walked towards you all in power and dignity, carrying the Navy in his palm as he smiled brightly and gleamed in the afternoon sun. You stepped forward while pointing towards a puffing Fanboy,

“Surprisingly Fanboy made it first Mav.”

He gawked at Fanboy before mockingly asking,

“Well that’s new… what did Hangster have for breakfast?”

Hangman and Rooster were about to open their mouth to counter back but Coyote was faster as he replied for them,

“The had um- eachother- each a bacon-“

 What sounded like a sneeze to them was actually heard clearly by you, making you throw your head back and laugh out loud. Rooster and Hangman both flipped you and Coyote the bird, and Phoenix jogged to stand next to you as she quickly muttered,

“Later you have to tell me what he told you-“

You winked at her as your pinky grabbed a hold of hers,

“Oh I definitely will.”

With a clap of his hands Maverick then quiet down the playful racket and commanded you all to take your seats and head up for the skies. As you situated in yours, you began to feel a little pinch of pain hit your stomach, but you brushed it away thinking,

‘Maybe it was for how fast and hard I was running… I mean I did almost catch up to Hangman… and he’s fast.’

You even thought a tiny wave of nausea hit you too, but once again, you brushed it off, thinking it was because of your high adrenaline from running like a cheetah. 

A few minutes later…

“Well, I got to say that todays training was a success! Congratulations to you Daggers, no body is seeing the floor today!”

Coyote howled proudly,

“Woooohooo!! No push-ups today guys!! That’s a winner!!”

Hangman laughed it off,

“No shit!! Though I thought that my guy Roos was heading for it!!”

You watched Rooster from your canopy as he flipped Hangman off and bit back,

“I was only following the leader.”

Payback and Fanboy ‘oooo’ liked little girls over tea and gossip. Phoenix chuckled lightly as she joked,

“Means much to me that Rooster is calling you a leader Hangman? What does that mean?”

Little Bob behind her quickly but understandably muttered,

 “I think that means he’s the top, Nix.”

“OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Everyone else yelled and ‘ooo’ out loud at Bob’s words filled with audacity, Hangman and Rooster could be heard now arguing about it not being true or that neither were the top. You tried to say something if not laugh too, because fuck it was all super funny and hilarious, but every small move you made followed a harsh pain in your lower back and legs. You didn’t want to scare yourself more or scare them, so you kept quiet and maybe laughed here and there as softly as possible. But Maverick, knew everyone’s voice well enough, and even through all the racket, he didn’t hear yours come through. He subtly moved his jet  to come and sit next to yours, he saw your head looking down, and immediately he called you over in a slight tone of worry if not mistaken for panic,

“Euphoria? You ok in there?”

Your head snapped towards his that was next to you, and just as you were about to answer ‘yes’, a shockingly wave of pain hit you hard, causing you to cry out,

“OWW!!”

Phoenix and Hangman were quick to ask in sync,

“”Ria are you ok??””

You took a deep breath and felt your body beginning to shake,

“I-I don’t know.. I feel weird and in some pain.”

You could hear their gasps of worry but Maverick calmed them with simple words,

“Ok, stay calm Ria, we’re almost at base anyways, about half a mile. I’m calling for the medical team to be ready. Everyone else stand by and let her land first.”

‘Yes sirs’ were heard from everyone, and they cleared the way for you to get ahead to land first. You did your best to contain the groans of pain you wanted to let out, it was like if every few minutes someone punched you hard or even stabbed you. Soon you were dropping altitude to land, and saw the ground, you sighed happily as you informed Maverick,

“Alright I’m preparing for landing, I- AHH OW OW OW!!”

You clutched your throttle tightly as the pain hit you yet again, but swallowing it all down like a pro, you held your breath as you controlled your jet for landing. Your heartbeat had accelerated rapidly in fear of losing control due to your body in pain, but thankfully, in that short amount of time of no pain, you got the jet’s tires to touch the floor. You let out a sigh of relief and told the rest,

“I’M ON GROUND I REPEAT!! I landed!!”

“Great!! Thank God! Medical team should be getting to you soon.”

That was Maverick who was informing you of course. So you drove your jet to its spot, and turned it off immediately, not wanting to risk anything else. You sat there for a few minutes trying to gain control of yourself, but you soon started to feel excessively hot and claustrophobic, hence making you open up your canopy for fresh air. It was like if your body was shutting down or over working? You felt too much at once but nothing too and now felt like crying? Why was this happening? We’re you having a crazy nightmare again? A sudden urge to get off then hit you, and you stood up quickly after unbuckling, but instead of getting off, you cowered down when the pain hit you again, but stronger this time, you shouted out loud in aggravating pain,

“AHHHH!! OH GOD!! Breathe breathe!! Just breathe-“

“EUPHORIA!!?”

You looked for the source of the voice of the Texan aviator, whom you caught sight of right away. Hangman was running towards you, even faster than he was for the race earlier. 

“Hey are you ok?! Don’t move if you’re in pain, wait for me to get there!!”

“Help me get off the jet!! I don’t want to slip off the wing!!”

Hangman nodded climbed on right away, carefully too so he wouldn’t fall. Instantly his hand found solace on your forehead, as his eyes raked all over you worriedly.

“What’s the matter?-“

You sniffed away your crying tone trying to act strong and sound coherent,

“I don’t know, I just started feeling pain.. where’s Phoenix?”

Hangman quickly pointed towards where the other jets were,

“She’s was the last one coming in, she should be landing soon if not already. Come on, hold onto me, let’s get you down.”

He turned around carefully and had you cling onto his back, he then very very carefully climbed off the jet with you on his back. You clutched tightly when a new wave of pain hit you, and Hangman gasped in shock at how hard you were squeezing his arms,

“Jesus- are you ok-“

“OW!! Just put me down please!!”

You slowly slid off his back and landed on your feet, still holding onto one of his arms for stability. You then told Hangman,

“If the medical team doesn’t arrive soon, Phoenix can help me into the restroom to see what’s up- AHH!! Shiiiit!! What’s happening!?!”

 Hangman turned around to face you as he replied as best he could,

 “I-I don’t know, just hold on ok, you got this, you’re going to be ok! I promise.”

He then dared to press your side to check for something, but though it wasn’t his fault you got a new wave of pain, it seemed like he hurt you the moment he barely touched you. You bent down and shouted with growing tears in your eyes,

“OW OW OW!! JAKE!!”

Hangman quickly panicked at your cry and tried to apologize,

 “I’m sorry I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to hurt you-“

 “God damnit Jake what did you do!!-“

“I don’t know I just tried getting her off the jet-“

 “Bullshit!!”

Rooster had showed up and looked pissed at the thought of Hangman hurting you, and he immediately marched towards you and tried to ease you with a soft tone,

“hey hey it’s ok-“

You felt bad that the whole situation was heard and understood wrong, so as best you could in between cries you corrected,

“Roo! Hangs didn’t do anything!! Ah! Damnit I need Phoenix!!”

 Rooster snapped out of his upset thoughts and grew wide eyes and let out a rushed sentence while now dashing away,

“Ok!! I’ll get her! Hangs stay and help her!!”

 Hangman yelled back that he would and then tried to sit you on the ground, he guided you with slow words,

“Ok… just breathe, I’m putting you on the ground under your wing so you have one shade ok-“

 “AHHH!! No no! Fuck- just stop touching me!! I don’t know what’s wrong and why I’m in pain!!!”

 Hurt and concern flashed in Hangman’s eyes before he let your arms go carefully and apologizing again,

 “oh- I’m sorry. Um- what can I do to help, please tell me what hurts.”

You looked up at Hangman and saw his jaded eyes just look down at you with so much emotion, he was breathing heavily and you could tell he was beginning to feel just as scared as you. Your eyes began to tear up and a whine slipped your lips as you grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly as a new wave of pain hit you,

 “Hangman.. ah- I’m s-so scared.”

For once in your life of knowing the brave Hangman, he confessed,

“… me too.. but you’re going to be ok, ok?”

“o-ok..”

Just then you could hear Coyote’s voice in the distance shouting about him getting some medical help, and you saw Payback run with him too. Fanboy was on his way towards you and that’s when you told Hangman,

 “Listen Jake, I need to sit down, b-but I want us to go absolutely s-slow.”

 Hangman nodded approvingly and whispered back,

 “Ok ok… sit down, come on- Mickey grab one of her arms and help me put her down- GENTLY!!”

He let out the last word as a shout when you squeezed his hand yet again but with much more force, the pain was getting more constant and worse. Tears began to trickle down as whines slipped your lips. Fanboy pouted at your teary face and once you were sitting on the ground, he used the sleeve of his suit to dry your face as he comforted,

 “Phoenix and the medical team is on their way ok, what’s going on Ria?”

You then grasped his upper arm and squeezed tightly while you cried,

 “I don’t knowww.. I w-woke up feeling weird and then I got some pains while flying, and it got worse once I-I landed. My entire being from my waist down j-just hurts so much!!”

Though Fanboy had just wiped your face, it was covered with sweat in seconds. Hangman then suggested to you while he told Fanboy to fan you as best he could with his hands,

 “Do you want us to help you take off at least the top of your- OW HOLY SHIT YOUR GRIP IS A KILLER!!!”

You let out a louder groan and answered for Hangman, knowing what he wanted to do,

 “Yes!! Yes, take it off, Mickey, sweetie help me- PHOENIX!!” 

You could see Phoenix running at the speed of a cheetah towards you with Bob and Rooster behind her as she yelled,

 “I’m coming Ria!! I’m coming!!”

In that moment Payback and Coyote had returned and they told Hangman,

 “Help is on the way.”

Phoenix didn’t waste time when she dropped to her knees right in front of your bended legs as she asked frantically,

 “What’s the matter what wrong-“

“I don’t know!! Everything from my waist down hurts! I feel like I need to push out my stomach or intestines!! AH I DON’T KNOW JUST HELP ME!!”

Phoenix then grabbed your knees as her face went pale, for Christ’s sake it all clicked faster for her than it did for you and everyone else. 

 “Euphoria.. are you in labor?”

Everyone’s head snapped towards her including you and in sync you all shouted,

“WHAT???”

Phoenix nodded quickly and took out a pocket knife from Rooster’s pant leg pocket as he stood in her reach. She went on to explain,

 “I know it sounds crazy but it could be a crazy truth alright! I’m going to cut your pants off ok?”

 You nodded your head right away, trusting her to do what she needed to do, even if it sounded beyond crazy. She then looked at Rooster, Bob, Payback and Coyote who were next to her, and she put forth in a suggestive voice,

 “Y’all might want to stand over there by Fanboy and Bagman. Go on.”

The boys immediately ran to stand next to you, each of them looking very worried but gave you positive and reassuring smiles. Phoenix began to cut off your pants, quietly apologizing for ripping them up. Before you knew it, you felt a breeze hit you down there, for she had cut off your underwear too, and gasped before you could scold her,

 “OH MY GOD I SEE A HEAD!!”

The breath in your lungs left you as Bob and Fanboy shouted at once,

 “CAN I SEE IT!!?”

But they held their position when they started to hear you go into a full crying breakdown, tears and sobs left your lips as you tried to reason with Phoenix and the little head between your legs,

 “Oh no!! But I can’t do this, it has to wait I’m not ready yet, what if I’m not- OW!! AH!!!!”

 Phoenix knew you were seconds away from the full delivery, and went into boss mode as she started shouting orders,

 “Hangman sit behind her and hold her against you! Rooster and Fanboy fan her or blow at her she needs to cool down!!-“

Right away they went into position nod just as she was about to tell the rest something, she caught Bob wiping his tears away, her heart pinched for him as she tried to comfort,

“Bob- oh Bobby don’t cry everything is ok, this is normal ok, no one is dying… if you want to help just carefully move Tia’s hair back ok?”

 “Payback watch out for anyone so they don’t oddly enough pass out and hit the floor! Coyote go find me some towels or get naked or something I need something clean to hold this baby!!”

 Phoenix then looked at you, and saw pure ecstasy, yes your eyes were red and your pink cheeks were covered in tears, and now you were sporting a messy bun done by Bob. But you held the face of an aviator, that was about to hold a new title, ‘Mom’. A title so precious and better than any other one, even better than the ranks earned as a Naval aviator. She smiled to herself and tried not to cry, while giving you some specific instructions,

 “Ok Euphoria, When you feel the net wave of pain I need you to push as hard as possible. It’s all almost over-“

 “No! Jesus- Phoenix I can’t do this!! I’m so scared- what if.. what if I can’t raise him properly or- or-“

 Phoenix was about to speak up, but Hangman did it for her as he cooed like the grand ass friend he is,

 “I know you’re scared, but listen Mom, you’re not alone! You have us! We will help you raise this little kid until you let us stop, and even then we will find a way to reach and hold your hand through it all. So, you’re going to push like a goddamn boss, and delivery this baby. You got this Mom, I promise.”

 You sniffed and took deep breaths as Rooster came close and kissed your sweaty temple with some words,

 “For once he’s right, totally right about everything. Now push Momma, you can do this, we are here to catch your baby and you.”

  You nodded at Rooster’s words, and worded to yourself,

 “Ok…. Let’s do this.”

You then grasped onto Hangman’s legs, which were laying next to you on both sides, as Hangman wrapped his arms from under your arms and pulled you against him. Coyote was then heard stomping back at a quick pace screaming like a woman,

 “I found some towels at the mens showers!! Here- Hooooly shit that’s a sig-“

 And there he went off to the ground, Bob and Payback barely caught his limp body as he passed out at the sight between your legs. You giggled lightly when Rooster muttered,

 “What a goddamn pussy.”

But then You didn’t have time to think or see or say anything else, when it all hit you like a train filled with bricks. You let out the most pained scream as everyone cheered around you encouragingly,

 “Push!!”

 “Come on you got this!!”

“This is it Momma!!”

And as harsh and quick as it came, it was over… all of it. When you stopped shouting and leaned against Hangman to breathe, everyone went quiet, waiting for the next best thing to come. Which was Phoenix shouting,

 “It’s a boy!! Everything looks great!! Congratulations!!!”

Everyone awed loudly when they heard your little boy, start to wail his tiny lungs out, crying to be in his mother’s hold. Fanboy and Rooster quickly helped you finish taking off the top of your flight suit, and your black t-shirt, so you could hold your baby against your bare skin. (Hangman, like the gentleman he was, made sure your bra didn’t move to expose yourself as you cradled the baby close to you.) Phoenix had covered your legs with a towel to keep you protected or so that no one else fainted like poor Coyote, who actually stirred awake at the baby’s little noises. He sat up right away like if nothing happened and squealed,

 “ohhh mannn… look at this adorable little bean.”

 You proudly showed your baby to him as you lifted your head so he could get a clearer view. You swore you saw his eyes water when you told him,

 “Javy, this is my son… say hi.”

Coyote smiled big as he cooed in the softest voice ever,

 “hiii little man, I’m your Uncle Javy.”

 He waved his pinky at your son before walking out of the way, to allow the rest to greet him properly. Bob and Fanboy were next, (for some reason they always did things together, maybe because they both were WSOs?) They we’re like two little kids, anxious and excited to see the new member. Bob was the first to speak as he greeted himself sweetly,

 “hey kiddo… I’m your Uncle Bob. The guy who’s going to teach you how to read someday.”

You awed at Bob’s promise, and ruffled his hair, as a thank you.

Fanboy then spoke up next, calmly,

“And I’m your Uncle Mickey- but don’t confuse me for Mickey Mouse when you start watching it, ok?”

 A sweet moment was filled with giggles at Fanboy’s words, you’ll be sure to have your son tease him about it once he starts to talk. Mickey then eyed you curiously, and it was like if the motherly instincts had kicked in already, you had read his mind when you said,

“With your pinky, your can touch his head, but be extra soft.”

 He was all toothy smiles as he reached his finger to barely caress this small head of hair, he held it there for maybe 3 seconds before gently pulling away. (All he wanted was moment to say he had the simple touch, like a little kid) Payback walked up next once it was cleared, and smiled at you proudly as he noticed your baby’s first little smile,

 “Look at him, looking just like you, all smiles and happy… he’s going to be great, Euphoria.”

 He wiped a spare tear away from your cheek as you thanked him,

 “Thank you Reuben…”

He smiled sweetly and lastly said,

 “And I’m your Uncle Reuben, the one who’ll spoil you with the best cookouts, alright? Just show up.”

He winked at you as he patted your cheek softly, then got up to move. Rooster held Phoenix’s hand as they approached you and your son together, Phoenix had already shed some tears that Rooster kissed away for her. You started to cry again but softly when Phoenix promised you,

 “I’ll be the best aunt ever, I promise. And you’ll be the best Mommy ever, I can see it already. You’re so strong.”

 Rooster nodded as he agreed,

 “You son is going to have a great mother, I just know it… you’re incredible Ria.”

 You smiled appreciatively when he kissed your head again, and so did Phoenix. They then gave small talk to your son, telling him that they’d get him the best Christmas presents ever, or all the toys he wanted.

 “I’m your Uncle Bradley, the super cool uncle. And this gorgeous woman next to me is-“

 “You’re super duper cool auntie, Natasha. It’s not a competition, but just have in mind that I’ll spoil you more than Uncle Bradley. Hmm hmm-“

“Ok ok, everyone knows better than that. You guys know that Uncle Jake here is going to be the best Uncle he can be right?”

There’s your cocky pilot, he had been quiet for a while, but that’s because he was crying behind you, unable to contain his absolute happiness for you as a best friend. Rooster clicked his tongue playfully as he joked,

“We’ll see about that Hangs, we’ll see.”

Hangman chuckled and came into your view, with red eyes but a huge, toothy smile. You’d tease him later about crying the most, but you did address him about this,

 “Your leg days serve purpose Hangman, pretty good things to hold on to.”

He let out a soft laugh as he eyes seemed to have glowed with pride,

 “Thanks for the compliment sweets, and if your wondering why I’m crying, it’s cause I’m in pain from your all powerful grip-“

You eyed him knowingly,

“Yeah right… I’ll let you use that excuse for now-“

He booped your nose playfully,

 “-you better.”

His joking self then left for a moment, when he started to talk to your son,

 “Hey handsome… I’m your Uncle Jake. I might be your crazy Uncle, but… I’ll teach you everything you need to know, so you can become a great man someday. As much as I protect your Momma, I’ll protect you too. We all will protect you too.”

 God damn, under that cocky attitude he wore, Jake Seresin certainly wore his sweet and tender heart on his sleeve. He too made you tear up when he kissed your forehead and complimented back,

 “For going through all this so unexpectedly, you look good, and you did so amazingly.”

 “Thank you Jake-“

“I’m sorry I missed everything!”

Medical staff and Maverick came into view, finally approaching you all. Rooster hugged Maverick as he asked curiously,

 “What got you here late?”

Maverick kissed you head and went on to explain,

 “So Rooster texted me that you were going in labor, I know, he’s a spoiler. But Penny, Amelia and I went baby shopping for you, we got a crib and everything that you’ll need. Right now there at your place setting his room up, saying that ‘only girls know how to do it.’ So I left them at that and got a medical team from the hospital to come here for you… but as I can see, you all handled it very well.” 

 Fresh tears fell as you grew excited at the sight and works of Maverick, him being like the father in your life right now, and even more excited to hear that he took the time to make sure your home was ready to receive you and your son. 

 “Thank you so much Mav, means everything to me, how- how could I repay you-“

He smiled at your son and caressed your head as he put forth,

“Just let me take out your little munchkin once in a while to go get ice cream once he can eat it, then we have a good deal.”

You felt a big smile be worn on your face,

“Ok… deal.”

He then went on to tell your little boy,

 “And I’m… um-“

 “Grandpa Pete… you’re his Grandpa Pete.”

 Maverick gawked happily and asked,

 “Grandpa? No way… gosh… that’s so amazing, thanks kid.”

You winked at him proudly,

“Anytime Grandpa.”

The Medical staff then did a quick check up and saw that everything looked as normal as could be, immediately bringing out some paper for you to go through later. Fanboy walked up to you and bent down to be at your level as he said,

 “I wrote down what time he was born. It was at ‘19:16’.”

“Awww Fanboy, thank you for keeping track of that. Very attentive you are.”

He beamed at your words and got up happily. The nurse then looked at you as she asked,

 “Ok, we have the time and place here written on this birth certificate, as well as your name Mom. Now all we need to know, is, what’s his name?”

 You smiled and looked at each and everyone of your friends, before replying proudly,

 “His name is Thomas Grant.”

They all awed for the one millionth time today at the mention of the name, but Bob asked where you got it from,

 “Hey Ria? You had a name for him already?”

 You snorted,

 “Nope, I just thought of a nice name that had the initials T and G.”

 Rooster cocked a brow,

 “T and G? What does that stand for-“

“Top Gun… am I right?”

Maverick was the one that had said that, and yes he was right. He kneeled down next to you again as you held his hand and replied,

 “Yup, because he’s going to be Top Gun’s baby.”