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im-sleepdeprived · 8 months ago

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do u think u can do a Peter Parker x reader where reader is gone for a while and has her phone off, and Peter gets super scared only to find out she’s alright?? I love ur work u’re the best xx

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pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by ‘peter’ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini series👀.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!

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“That’s not what I said!”

“Oh? Well, that’s what I heard.”

You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date you’d both planned. It’d been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again.

You’d thought after moving in together, you’d see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him. The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.

“Y/N please-”

“No, Peter! I’m sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do it’s like you just make it worse.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “Honestly at this point, it feels like you don’t even care anymore.”

His face fell. “Come on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.”

You nodded, “Right. Think I’ve heard that one before.” You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.

“Woah, hey. Wait a minute, where’re you going?” His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.

Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. You’d gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, “I’m tired, I’m gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,” you gave him a weak smile, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Y/N you know it’s not like that. Look you’re all dressed up,” he reached for your arm, “we can still go out. Please, let me make it up to you”

Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away.

“Peter,” you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion.

“I don’t want us to fight,” he begged.

'We’re not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.”

“Okay.” He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. “I’ll sleep on the couch?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.

He deflated. He wasn’t exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad.

“Good night,” he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. “I’m right here if you need anything.”

You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, “Night.”

There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.

You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didn’t feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.

After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if he’d even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, you’d sleep on the couch.

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.

I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldn’t help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it.

You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didn’t really want to speak to him, not yet at least. You’d kind of hoped you wouldn’t have to until tonight-

You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved.

You answered the phone. “Hey Mads, how's it going.”

“Hi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-”

“No that sounds great actually,” you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. You’d been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.

“Really? Great! So there's this raging new club,” she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You weren’t sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why you’d wanted to go out in the first place.

“We’re gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and I’ll take you!” She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but that’s what made you like her.

“Sure Maddie, thanks for the invite.”

“Of course, can’t wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.”

You let out a small laugh, “I know what you mean. But we’re gonna change that tonight.

You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, you’d stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already.

You got ready quietly, only a playlist you’d turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything.

“Peter! I need real criticism!”

“Well, I can’t help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!”

You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you weren’t going to be home tonight. You didn’t feel like calling him though, and if you didn’t want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book.

Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving.

He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining he’d be out for a while but he’d made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didn’t, but that wasn’t too shocking to him. It didn’t make it hurt any less though.

He knew he fucked up. He knew he’d disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you weren’t giving him the more. And he was! But he couldn’t help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he did not want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.

That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasn’t with you.

He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together.

On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long it’d been since he’d done this. He definitely deserved the more.

He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you weren’t home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter.

Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes he’d used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning you’d eaten.

He was about to pull out his phone to see if he’d missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge.

“Went out. Be home late.”

His brows furrowed as he read. He didn’t know you had plans. Hell, he didn’t even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.

All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.

Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldn’t fly.

He’d sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe.

An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response.

It had been about three hours since he’d gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird.

He tried to call you, he’d refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, you’d left in the first place) but it didn’t even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail.

What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldn’t load. It kept saying ‘no location found’ making his heart beat harder.

This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls weren’t going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-

He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldn’t help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay. He knew you weren’t the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start.

He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. Or…something like that.

“Hello?” Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away.

“Hey Maddie, it’s Peter.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s dude,” she slurred.

“Yeah, yeah, Y/N’s dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages aren’t sending.” His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay.

“Sorry Patrick, what’d you say,” she asked making Peter’s brows furrow. They weren’t exactly friends, but he’d met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.

He shook his head, that didn’t matter right now. “Y/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed as if she’d just remembered something. “Yeah, she is!”

Peter let out a sigh of relief.

“Or, she was.” He held his breath again.

“What do you mean ‘she was’? Where is she?”

“I dunno, she left I think.” Maddie let out a little hum as if to say ‘too bad!’ and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.

He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. “She left? Where’d she go? Where are you right now?”

“I don’t know…she was bored I think. She was off today. S’shame, she looked so hot.”

His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didn’t have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault.

“Where are you, Maddie?” He repeated.

“That new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!” She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this.

He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.

There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you.

You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasn’t the safest decision but you didn’t really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then you’d go back. Maybe.

You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. You’d send Maddie a text, but she probably hadn’t noticed you’d left in the first. She’d been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You weren’t sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her you’d be gone for a bit.

On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadn’t eaten anything other than Peter’s waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home.

Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away.

Just as fast as he’d snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.

You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why he’d just done that, but there wasn’t a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Pete?” Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.

“You’re okay,” he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer.

Your brows furrowed. “Well…yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There might’ve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. “I came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that you’re mad at me-”

“I’m not,” you said, and you meant it. You weren’t mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. “But what's wrong?”

“My texts weren’t delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldn’t track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you weren’t talking to me.” He sniffled and your heart broke a little.

You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it on—dead.

“God sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.” He looked at you desperately, “Yell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I can’t stand it.”

“I’m so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I would’ve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.” Your hands went up to hold his face.

He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, “I always worry about you sweetheart, it’s my job.”

You shook your head, “You worry about all of New York, I don’t need to add on to that.”

“No,” he said quickly, looking offended you’d even say that, “No. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? You’re my first priority and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, that I don’t show that or say it enough.

“But I’m going to do better, I promise. I’m going to make it up to you because I can’t lose you, I need you Y/N.”

You didn’t reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.

He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. “Heels off baby,” he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didn’t even realize how much they’d been hurting until they were off. “I’m swinging you.” He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.

You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Peteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, “I’ll be careful, c’mon.”

You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling you in closer. “I love you more sweetheart.” He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Hold on tight, Spider Monkey.”

You burst into laughter, “You did not just say that!”

“Oh I totally did,” he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again.

“Ok, just…don’t let me go,” you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him.

“Never,” he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasn’t just talking about swinging.

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 month ago

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Wolfstar Christmas Notes (Sirius to Remus)

1st Year Hi Remus Happy Christmas! Hope this hat keeps you warm, you always look dead on your feet. Sirius

2nd Year Dear Moony, Happy Christmas! I hope you enjoy the gift! The brown in the jumper made me think of you. Grab some dungbombs in Diagon if you think of it when your family goes, we can plant them in Pete’s bed! Love, Sirius

3rd Year Moonbeam! How goes home? Probably a hell of a lot better than here, that’s for sure. I miss y I wish you were Hope things go well next week. I wish I could help somehow. Reg’s been teaching me to play chess when he’s not being a prick. We should play when we get back! Also James says he doesn’t have my favorite quill, do you have it? Love, Sirius

4th Year Oh Honourable Moonshine, Christmas with the Potters is a million times better than Christmas in Hell with my family. Who would have guessed? I still miss you though. You make me happy. Also I got a leather jacket for Christmas. I look damn good in it, according to James. But maybe you’ll have to see for yourself. I think the girls will like it, don’t you think? I hope you like all the sweets! Love, Sirius

5th year

My dearest and always favorite (Prongs is not my favorite make sure to let him know) Moony, I am forever lost without you during this Yule. However will I survive with merely James by my side? He’s so boring and annoying, Moony! I’m dying- dying, I tell you! But Siriusly, I miss you. You always make things b You make me la I think you’re ama It’s weird but you kind of make my stomach Things aren’t as fun with only two people. You and Wormy should come over, yeah? I’d really like that. James too. Love, Sirius

6th year Hi, Moony I can’t believe it’s only a week into break. I think about you a l I really want to just sit with y I miss when you play with my hair Do you remember that time when I was sad and you let me sleep next I just feel safe with Do you feel like things with us are dif Sometimes I feel like I I had a dream that You looked really good when I miss you. I thought a lot about your gift. I wanted to get you something you’d like. I hope you like this. Anyway, Love Love, Sirius

7th year My Moonbeam, You should wake up because seven hours without you is far too long. Honestly, the fact that you choose to go to sleep and ignore me while you do is horrible boyfriend behavior. I love you. Wake up soon so we can celebrate together, yeah? Love always, Your Sirius

(for the prompt 'dear' for December 17th from @taylorswiftmicrofic, 474 words)

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tongue-like-a-razor · 9 months ago

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Can you write something with young!Maverick?

Something like where they meet and she has heard about his reputation (he's the type to only stay a few nights and then move on to the next girl). So, when one night, he approaches her all smiley and flirty (and maybe a little shy and cute) she thinks that's exactly what he wants from her - to take her home for a night of sex just to move on to other people the next day. And, even though she has developed feelings for him, she accepts it, albeit with no expectation that she will become anything other than just another one he spent a night with or that it was anything other than just sex and fun. So, imagine her surprise when he starts acting the exact opposite towards her from what she expected - always wanting to be with her everywhere, skipping nightlife to be with her, being super clingy and loving, etc, etc. She doesn't believe he has feelings for her but she just can't understand his behavior. She starts to feel overwhelmed because her feelings for him only get worse and she fears the day when he will stop giving her that kind of attention (maybe she thinks this is just a harmless game for him, where she is the shiny new toy he is getting to know until she no longer interests him that much). She confronts him, confesses her feelings, gets angry and tells him to stay away. He desperately tries to tell her about his feelings for her, that he has always been in love with her and has tried to get closer to her through everything he has done because he didn't know what else to do. She doesn't believe him and it's basically him desperately trying to prove his love for her and all that cute stuff with a really happy ending 💖❣️

I also imagined a lot of cinematic chase scenes, inspired by that sand chase in There Are Rules and the f14 airport scene in Altitude 🤣🤣 so there's that. Lots of desperate, all-consuming love, perhaps ending with a love making scene that includes it all? Making desperate, passionate and hungry love. Someone so in love that they don't even know what to do, whether to cry or laugh.

You could also include a classic “misunderstanding scene” that unearths deep-rooted jealousy, but is it not what it seems? Lol it's all very cliché but honestly, it's the best shit in the world when it's written by someone who knows what they're doing, I live for desperate love.

I know this is extra long but hopefuly you'll be able to make it, I simply love your writing. Thank you. ❣️❣️

Oooh what a fun request! Thank you so much for sending this in!! I hope you don't mind, I kind of see this as a series rather than a one-shot, just because there's a lot to cover XD

Best of the Bad Boys

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader

CW: mild angst, swearing, fluff, allusions to sex

WC: ~2000

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“That’s Maverick. Maverick Mitchell.”

You tear your gaze away from the animated man near the bar, throwing his arms around wildly as he describes some aerial trick he’s no doubt performed just that morning. You know exactly who he is, and yet, you turn to your friend jadedly and say, “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

She gives you a sardonic smile and skeptically scoffs. “Right. Like your father’s never mentioned his name.”

You shrug, glancing back at the pack of fighter jocks crowding the front of the establishment, each one admittedly a high-flier in his own right – pun intended. But Maverick… Maverick still manages to stand out. “He talks about all of them,” you reply nonchalantly, adding, “It’s not like I sit there and listen.”

“Why are you staring, then?”

You blink away, executing an elaborate eyeroll as you do, and fix your friend with a serious expression. “I can’t look?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“They’re nice to look at.”

Your friend nods in approval. “Can’t argue with that.”

“Doesn’t matter what his name is. What any of their names are. They’ll be gone in a couple of weeks.”

“Perfect fling material, if you ask me,” your friend wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“No thanks,” you respond with a grimace. Every couple of months, a fresh assortment of aviators arrives at Top Gun, ready to take on the world. Already the finest pilots in their respective squadrons, they are sent to train at the most elite fighter tactics school on the Pacific seaboard. Their egos soar higher than their jets and their heads are always in the clouds.

You see the various groups come and go – the program is only several weeks long – but it’s always entertaining to watch them transform over the course of their training. It’s why you frequent the officer’s club rather than any of the other pubs in the area. That and the cheap drinks.

“Probably for the best,” your friend sighs dramatically. “He’s got a reputation.”

You purse your lips, watching Maverick smile at the waitress as she distributes another round of drinks among the officers. You know about that too. “Point him out to me,” you say, as though you have no idea whom the conversation is about.

Your friend leans into the table and discreetly aims her finger in Maverick’s direction. “The pretty one,” she mutters.

You let out a small chuckle. “They’re all pretty.”

Your friend shakes her head. “Not that pretty.”

“Not that pretty,” you agree musingly. You make an effort not to fall for the top guns of Top Gun and, until Maverick, you haven’t had much trouble upholding that rule. But everything about him, from the squint of his eyes when he laughs to the radiant warmth of his smile, not to mention his muscular arms, makes your heart skip a beat.

And then he pivots in his stool and his gaze, coincidentally, lands on you. You hastily look away, hoping he didn't noticed you staring, and start to fiddle with the pearls of your necklace. Several moments later, you slowly lift your eyes to check if he’s still looking.

Your heart nearly springs up into your throat when you see that he is. His mouth quirks upward slightly before he gives you the kind of smile that says he’s confident you’ve already noticed him.

You don’t smile back. You’re not about to engage in this dance. You do not associate with pilots. Your friend, on the other hand, is all for the naval aviator experience.

“He’s looking at you,” she whispers excitedly.

“Stop,” you warn her sternly. “I’m not interested.”

“Well, I am,” she urges. “Let’s go talk to them. I like the blond one.” But before you can refuse for a second time, your friend mutters, “Oh god, never mind. They’re coming to us!”

You look at her in alarm and then gulp as several of the men from the bar approach your table. You glance up at them with raised eyebrows.

“Hello,” Maverick says, looking directly at you. He presses his lips together into a vexingly endearing sideways smirk.

When you don’t respond, your friend chimes in excitedly. “Hello, hello! Welcome!” she exclaims, as though she’s receiving guests for a dinner party. “I’m Susan. Hello!”

You eye her moodily as she motions for the newcomers to join the two of you at the table.

“Mind if I sit here?” Maverick asks, pointing to the seat next to you.

You meet his gaze reluctantly. “Knock yourself out,” you respond coolly. You’re still annoyed that he caught you staring and you intend to make it clear that you are not just some girl he can charm into bed.

Maverick’s smirk widens somewhat, as though he’s not quite buying the act. He takes a seat beside you while one of his friends starts chatting up Susan who seems very much to be enjoying the attention.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Maverick says, leaning over slightly so that he could speak more discreetly. “Slider, here, wanted to get to know your friend. And I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch him crash and burn.”

You glance at Maverick dubiously. “That’s why you’re here?”

Maverick looks at you, then, and his gaze drifts languidly over the features of your face. “Would you prefer a different reason?”

Ignoring the frantic stutter of your heart as his eyes settle on yours, you shrug and look away, taking a sip of your drink. If only he knew who your father was, he wouldn’t be so bold. “I would prefer honesty.”

“Okay,” he says, resting his forearm on the table. “Honestly? I couldn’t leave without meeting you.”

You glance back at him hesitantly, not sure how to react. “Why?” you ask, trying to control the embarrassing tremor in your voice.

Maverick drops his head and lets out a small chuckle. “I just couldn’t,” he says. “That’s as honest as I’m going to get.”

You eye him tentatively, wishing he weren’t so dangerously good-looking. His sheepish smile almost makes you forget that he dates women for sport.

But the longer Maverick sits by your side, the less important his apparent promiscuity becomes. And when the two of you wind up in the back alley behind the officer’s club, wrapped in each other’s arms, you aren’t overly concerned about the future outlook of this particular liaison. Something about the way he kisses your neck convinces you that some moderate heartache might just be worth it.

Maverick weaves his fingers through yours and lifts his arm over your head, pressing the back of your hand into the brick wall behind you. He cradles the back of your head with his other hand as his mouth moves hungrily beneath your jawline. You let out an audible sigh and he pins you even more firmly against the wall, as though the sound you made has aroused him further.

And despite your every intention to just kiss for a while before taking your leave – because you don’t do flyboys – Maverick has managed to change your mind without speaking a word. You want to tell him that you’re flattered but no thank you, instead, you breathe, “come back,” when he finally pulls away.

Maverick smirks at you and tugs on the hand he’s still holding so that you’re drawn directly into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers.

You wrap your arms around his body, flattening yourself against him like you mean to be absorbed. And he folds around you like a cocoon, his arms enveloping you so securely, you barely have to hold yourself upright. He moves backward, pulling you after him toward his bike.

…

“We fucked,” you tell Susan the moment she puts her car in park.

She looks over at you with wide eyes and an even wider mouth as her jaw literally drops. “You and Maverick?” she shrieks.

You wince anxiously and look around, making sure nobody heard her exclamation. Then you roll up your window and nod for her to do the same. “Keep it together, Susan,” you hiss. “We’re behind enemy lines.”

Susan grimaces apologetically but the remorse is fleeting and, before you know it, she’s eagerly bouncing in her seat. “As if you’ve been blabbering on about a fender bender for half an hour and drop this bomb right before you have to go!” she whispers feverishly. You give her a grievous look which she expertly ignores. “Was he good?”

You sigh. “He was fine,” you say curtly, still uncomfortable sharing the details of last night’s encounter while sitting in the parking lot outside Hangar 1.

Susan appears disappointed. “Just fine?”

You glance around once more and then respond quietly, “He was very good.”

“I fucking knew it!” Susan yelps, tapping you on the knee excitedly. “Tell me more!”

“Later,” you say. “I have to meet my dad, remember?”

She nods. “I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Thanks, Suz,” you respond. “You’re a life saver.”

…

Your father, Top Gun’s very own Viper, paces back and forth as you sit in one of the chairs before his desk. He’s trying to keep his cool. “You sure you’re not hurt?” he asks again.

You nod tiredly. You’ve had a hell of a day.

Viper sighs moodily and shakes his head at you as though he’s not convinced.

It’s at exactly this moment that there’s a knock on his door and, as you begin to rise from your chair to leave your father to his duties, Maverick enters his office.

You freeze, meeting his gaze in alarm. Maverick, in turn, stops in his tracks, gaping at you from the doorway, forgetting even to salute his superior.

“Lieutenant,” Viper says. “You need something?”

Maverick, who seems unable to look away from you, stammers, “Do – I – uh…”

“Maverick,” Viper says sternly, and Maverick finally glances in his direction.

“Commander Metcalf,” Maverick says, a little dazed as though he’s surprised to find Viper in his own office.

“Speak, Lieutenant. I don’t have all day,” Viper grumbles, still irritable from the news he’s received during your visit.

Maverick, who seems unable to recall why he’s even come, gulps nervously and glances back at you again.

“Okay, well, thanks dad,” you say quickly. “I’ll be off now.”

Maverick’s face slowly morphs into a visage of terror as he realizes who you are and what, in fact, it means for him to have had relations with the commander’s daughter. He watches you in horror, beginning to mouth the word ‘dad’ before he catches himself and leaves his mouth hanging open on the ‘a’.

“How will you get home?” Viper asks you, not paying attention to Maverick’s reaction.

“Susan’s picking me up,” you respond.

Viper sighs again. Then, he sighs in Maverick’s direction. “Maverick, meet my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is Lieutenant Mitchell, recent Top Gun graduate and a helluva pilot. Hopefully, soon to be one of our newest instructors. If he finally remembers why he’s here, that is.”

Maverick glances anxiously between your face and Viper’s and then holds his hand out to you. “Pleased to meet you,” he says courteously, his eyes resting on yours for a significant moment.

You give him a tight smile and then give your father a hug. “I’ve got to go.”

Viper shakes his head all over again. “I still can’t believe that bastard hit you.”

“Who hit you?” Maverick looks over at you sharply, suddenly on high alert.

“Nobody – the other driver.” You exhale wearily, not too keen on repeating the story for a fourth time in one day. “I was in an accident –”

“Are you okay?” Maverick asks, immediately taking a step toward you.

“I’m fine, totally fine,” you assure him, taking several steps backward until you feel the doorknob at your spine. “I just need some rest.”

“We’ll sort out the car tomorrow,” Viper says.

“Hey, at least it wasn’t a jet, right?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

Neither Viper not Maverick is amused by your humor, however, so you reach behind and pull open the door.

“Okay, well, bye dad! Mav – uh – Lieutenant Mitchell.”

Maverick stares after you as you retreat behind the door, still somewhat speechless.

“Tell Susan to drive carefully!” your father calls.

“Will do!” you call back.

Finally, Maverick speaks again. “I, uh” – he clears his throat – “I could give her a ride, sir.”

You pause in the doorway while your father purses his lips, considering the offer. Joke’s on him, of course, since Maverick has already given you one – just last night.

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artyandink · 19 days ago

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farm baby .ᐟ.ᐟ

↳ SYNOPSIS: you needed some help over at your farm after WES sprained his arm, and it was the first time you actually noticed that CLARK was a tank— like, how does one person do their farm chores that easily? you were stuck here looking like a wet, muddy squirrel while PANDORA and CLARK looked like they came fresh out of a pantene commercial. someone stop you before you start throwing hands, or mud, just to bring them down to your level.

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Since your dad had injured his arm in a farming accident, Mr and Mrs Kent had ‘lent’ Clark over as a help for you and your mom while he recovered— and Clark wasn’t salty about it at all, you were his best friend and hung out with him, Pete and Chloe every day, so of course he’d help. Besides, even though you and the Kents had neighbouring farms, there was more help than rivalry, so it was a healthy thing, where if one was in need, the other would come to the rescue.

It was when you’d actually seen Clark working was when you realised that yeah, he was freakishly strong, walking around the farm, lifting hay bales and fixing tractors without breaking a sweat, while you looked like a huffy, sweaty mess, hair plastering to your forehead. Not a great look.

He was an absolute sweetheart as well, a ‘darling’, as your mom called it, as he was all boyish, sunny smiles and farm boy demeanour, helping you out with the farm until even the next day’s work was done the day before. Was this guy a machine or something? You didn’t care, it at least allowed Lex, Pete and Chloe to swing by for an evening of relaxation or homework help, which was nice.

“Hey, Bonnie?” Clark called, popping out from nowhere, carrying a hay bale, and again having not a single drop of sweat from working in the Smallville heat— honestly, dude was made of titanium. Here you were, looking like a sticky squirrel in flannel.

“Where d’you want this?” He asked, nodding to the bale with that shine in his eyes that was always there, the one which told you that he was probably the kindest person you’d meet. Then again, that was a given, with how he’d relentlessly worked day and night with your dad out of commission.

Honestly, any more of him not becoming a wet rat while working and you’d probably throw a hissy fit. “Over there.” You pointed to the very messy stack of hay bales as you groomed PANDORA. You, in comparison to Clark’s pristine state, looked like a squirrel in mud. Great.

Clark did the thing boys annoyingly did all the time, where he’d effortlessly lift the bale and place it on top of the rest of the stack without so much as a flicker of his expression to acknowledge the weight, grunting under breath, “There you go.”

Clark chuckled when he saw you, your face and hair drenched in sweat as you petted poor ol’ PANDORA, your horse looking slightly amused herself despite her being downcast. “Lookin’ hot.” He teased, grinning and crossing his arms, making no secret of his amusement at your current frazzled expression.

“Ha ha, real funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully, petting PANDORA’S coat as you sat by her. “Now, stop bein’ a male model and c’mere, sit.” You patted the hay beside you, a smile stuck on your face— well, you couldn’t help it when Clark Kent was with you.

Clark chuckled at your response, shaking his head and rolling his eyes in good nature at your joke, before obeying your order and walking over and sitting down beside you, his smile still on his face as he bumped his shoulder with yours, teasing a little more. “Stop bein’ a girl model then,” He answered back, chuckling lowly as he tilted his head at you, bumping his shoulder with yours again, before his eyes slid over to look at you, his expression turning a little more… affectionate.

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder, sighing and using your other hand to pat PANDORA, linking your arm with his. “She’s lonely.” You mumbled, “Dad ain’t here.” PANDORA was a little under the weather, considering how Wes wasn’t doing his rounds on the farm and coming to see her especially, so you were spending more time after school working in the stables and the fields, which was where Clark came in after Martha spotted you slaving away with the hay bales.

“Just don’t lift any tractors,” — was what Johnathan said to him.

Clark chuckled softly when you leaned into him, a small smile appearing on his face as he linked his arm with yours when you slotted it with his, his free hand gently squeezing your own in comfort, fingers intertwining with yours. It was so very natural for the both of you, like a rite of passage after knowing each other for no short than since you were children.

“Yeah, I bet,” He answered softly, his smile saddening slightly as he realised you were going through a tough time with your dad being injured, and gently rested his head onto yours, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “You been holding up okay?” He asked quietly, concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, m’fine, I see Dad whenever I come home, but ‘DORA?” You nodded to the raven-coated horse as you stroked her mane, with her nickering in response and nuzzling your hand— Clark liked to think of you as an animal whisperer, or at least PANDORA as a human whisperer, cause sometimes there was the feeling like you knew what she was saying. Those big eyes were definitely sad. “She’s not as happy, I can feel it.”

Clark smiled a little when you spoke, his expression turning a little softer as he, too, regarded PANDORA, watching as you so sweetly brushed its mane. You’d always been an incredibly caring person, and right now, he couldn’t help but think of how adorable you were with animals.

He turned his head a little, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head, smiling softly. “Yeah, she’s missing your old man, huh?” He murmured quietly, his words tinged with comfort in an attempt to cheer you up a little.

“She’s the real daddy’s girl around here.” You laughed a bit, squeezing his hand— just an unconscious action, really. “I’d be surprised if she wasn’t. Upset, y’know.” Your free hand kept on petting her head, watching PANDORA blink slowly at him, probably reading him— no, actually, she was.

Clark chuckled at your words, amused as he looked over at your expression and laughed when you laughed, his smile slightly lopsided when you squeezed his hand, fingers squeezing back in response to your action, his heart fluttering a little at the sight of you.

“Yeah, doesn’t shock me one bit, honestly.” He replied softly, smiling at the sight of you fussing over your horse, before his eyes slid back to you again. That expression of concern returned, his expression growing a little sadder as he thought about how stressed you were probably feeling.

You noticed the silence and looked up to Clark, head tilting as your big eyes went puppy-like in confusion— sparkles, furrowed eyebrows. “Hey, sweet boy.” You poked his cheek gently. “Where’d the smile go?”

Clark smiled a little at your actions, chuckling softly when your eyes looked like sparkling puppy dog eyes, tilting his head a little as you poked his cheek. “M’fine, m’fine.” He mumbled out automatically, his words slightly mumbled under breath, his cheeks flushing a little as you called him ‘sweet boy’.

A teasing nickname you’d started when he was 14, which, even though he’d tried to shake, had stuck with him, a red blush on his cheeks as he smiled at you, before it fell again and he sighed. “Just worried, that’s all.”

“Worried about what?” Your arm that had linked with his patted his forearm, leaning your chin on his shoulder. “Talk to me, unless you’ll be stubborn.” There was no one more stubborn than a Kent.

Clark chuckled at your words and the slight accusation (which was very true, but he’d be stubborn and won’t admit to it, even though his cheeks burned a little at being called out), leaning his head to rest on yours, closing his eyes and sighing heavily, before he opened them again.

“Just worried about you, y’know.” He mumbled softly. “You seem down cause of your dad being injured, and I…” he trailed off, his cheeks growing pink, his eyes flickering over your face, “I don’t like it when you’re sad.”

“I guess it’s natural, I always thought Dad was, like, invincible.” You grinned slightly at the thought, at the memories of never seeing your dad sick, of when he’d lift you on his shoulder or throw a rugby ball to Logan like he did in his championship days, “But s’okay, I’ve got my other favourite invincible person with me.” You ruffled his hair. “It’s like you’re made of steel.”

Man of Steel.

Clark gave a small laugh, an affectionate smile taking over his face as you spoke, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink at your words, grinning when you ruffled his unruly locks. “Pfft, m’made of steel, am I?” He teased, his tone lighthearted as a chuckle escaped his mouth. It was a comment that had been said many times in his direction.

“Only for you, then.” He responded, grinning a little wider, his eyes dancing affectionately as they flicked up and down your face— how did you do it? Clark was yet to uncover how you always managed to make his worries melt away with one little smile and a joke from you.

“That makes me feel special, thank you.” You giggled, nudging him, both of you basking in the evening sun, casting shadows and that wonderful dewy-looking glow— mind you, you had an amazing view of it from your farm.

Clark smiled, chuckling when you nudged him, his eyes returning to your form as you basked in the setting sun. He just… smiled, taking in the sight of you and the golden glow of a beautiful evening, the sun bathing you both in this beautiful warm glow that made you look, I don’t know, Lex level expensive. He didn’t take his eyes from you, simply taking in your expression, the small laugh that escaped your lips, the beautiful view of the sunset lighting up your face…

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He breathed out quietly.

The statement came from his mouth so suddenly, and he suddenly felt a lump in it upon saying it— it was the type’a thing he’d say to Lana, not you, not that you weren’t gorgeous, but he just couldn’t fathom where it came from. But you just… you looked to him, eyebrows raised with a small grin, still stroking PANDORA as she nickered beside you, almost like a small tease to his slip up. “You’re gorgeous too, Kent.” You said back with a soft chuckle, gently touching your temple to his, not sceptical, reassuring. After all, you were the town’s southern belle.

His heart was fluttering as he felt you gently knock your head against his affectionately, his eyes flickered from your eyes back to you, a soft expression that he couldn’t control from appearing on his face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He mumbled out quietly, his expression still soft as he smiled, his arm squeezing yours gently as he continued looking at you, lip caught between his teeth. “Not as gorgeous as you, though.”

“That’s a high bar, yeah.” Then you let the silence linger a bit, hang in the air like a hovering blanket of sorts, trying to find the words— what? It’s not like only the Kents were stubborn. “Thank you, by the way. For the farm.” You smiled genuinely. “I’d be run ragged if it wasn’t for you.” You opened my arms for a hug, and like come-frickin’-on, how could he refuse that grin on your face?

“C’mere.” He chuckled, beckoning you over, and he felt at home, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you tight against his chest, burying his face into your neck, his eyes closed as he inhaled your scent. “Hey. ‘S not a problem.” He murmured. “We’re both farm babies, it’s a rite’a passage.”

Your head popped up from his shoulder with a slightly confused giggle, head tilted, nose bumping against his. “Did you just call us farm babies?”

He raised his eyebrows in challenge, corner of his lip quirking. “Objections?”

“None.” And there you went again, burying your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the earthy scent which made Clark him, feeling him shift you so you were sitting on his thighs, hand holding your dusty cheek like he was protecting you, cheek resting on your head. It always felt like that, really, like Clark was protecting something or the other.

You didn’t mind; it was part of him.

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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When Peter gets home, you’re in another long, hot shower. With no one to witness how pathetic it looks, you’ve taken to sitting on the floor, letting the scalding water wash over your back and drip from your lashes. Your skin will be pinkish and puffy when you get out, but it won’t matter; you’ve got nothing to do other than wrap yourself in blankets and sit on the bed for the rest of the night.

When Peter’s voice comes, it sounds muffled, faraway, but you snap to attention nonetheless.

“Sweetheart?” A faint knocking. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you say without hesitation, scrambling up and shutting off the water.

“Shit, it’s steamy in here,” he says as the door opens. “Want me to pass you a towel?”

“That’s alright.” You grab the towel you’ve hung by the shower, hastily scrubbing yourself dry and wrapping it around you.

Peter’s hands are on either side of the face the second you turn around, pushing your wet hair out of the way so he can kiss you properly. It’s a sweet, brief thing, and your chest aches slightly when he pulls back.

“Ouch, babe.” His hands feel cool as they move down to your shoulders. You shiver pleasantly. “Your skin’s burning hot. How long were you in there?”

You really should get another towel to stop your hair from dripping all over the floor, but you can’t stand to move away from Peter’s touch. “I was bored,” you reply, “and the hot water is nice.”

“Seems like it was more than just hot,” he murmurs, grabbing the other towel as if he’s heard your thought and beginning to squeeze the moisture from your hair. “Sorry I was gone so long. I never know how these things are gonna go, you know?”

“I know.” Peter had been attending a weekend conference on some scientist’s new research at a university in Chicago. He was supposed to be back days ago, but apparently he saw some fishy things while he was there that Spiderman felt an obligation to investigate. “Did you find the mutants?”

Peter shrugs, taking you by the shoulders to walk you into the bedroom. The air feels shockingly cold outside of the bathroom, but the warmth of his touch is enough to keep you from minding. “Sorta. It was a group of guys pretending to be mutants. Projectors and stuff combined with actual explosives to make it look like superpowered attacks.” He sits you down and begins digging through drawers, tossing you a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts. “It was super sophisticated, had to take a ton of planning. Honestly, if they weren’t, like, bad guys, I would’ve been really impressed.”

You shrug the shirt on. “Sounds like you were impressed anyway, honey.”

“Well.” Peter makes a sheepish face. “Just because they’re assholes doesn’t mean they’re not smart assholes, right?”

“Right.” You say, standing to get the sweatpants on. You don’t know where to go from here, feeling oddly hollow but with no good reason. Peter’s here; your loneliness should be vanquished. You hold your elbows awkwardly. “So, how was the conference?”

“Baby.” Peter sounds almost disappointed, and hurt hooks its claws in your gut before you can even figure what you’ve done. “Why’re you all the way over there, huh? You haven’t even asked for a hug yet. Is something wrong?”

You hadn’t realized you were so predictable, but it is a bit odd for you not to tackle him the second he comes through the door. “I don’t think so,” you say, and Peter’s brows twitch together at your uncertain tone. “I just really missed you, Pete.”

He makes a pained, sympathetic sound, opening his arms and stepping toward you. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

And apparently that’s the permission your body was looking for. You meet him in the middle, his arms coming up slow and firm around your shoulder blades. Your chest aches again, but this time it’s almost pleasant, though you feel suddenly like you could cry. Peter seems to know, one arm tightening across both your shoulders while the other hand begins stroking up and down your back.

“Did you have a bad week?” he asks softly, breath tickling your ear.

“No,” you reply honestly. “I think…I think I just needed this.”

Peter gives you a squeeze in response, and you tighten your grip too.

“Let’s just do this forever,” you say, only half joking. “Think you could come to work with me tomorrow to hold my hand all day?”

Peter doesn’t seem willing to roll with your lightness. “Nobody else hugs you when I’m not around, do they?” he asks, and when you don’t respond, he pulls back slightly, taking your face in his hand. “Do they, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say, and you’re not sure why it feels like an admittance. You’re not touchy with your friends, and your coworkers aren’t close like that. When else would you have the opportunity for hugs?

“No wonder you get so lonely when I’m gone.” Peter’s voice is fraught with tenderness, and he pulls you close again, petting your damp hair. “I’ll hold you as long as you like, babe, but after that, we should look into getting you a cat or something.”

“A cat?” You twitch in his hold, perking up hopefully. “I thought your landlord didn’t let you have pets.”

“He doesn’t, but he also doesn’t have to know,” he says easily. “If it’ll keep you from getting sad like this while I’m away, a cat is a small price to pay. Gotta keep my girl happy, you know?”

“I think,” you counter, “that we should get a cat and you should never leave again.”

Peter chuckles, kissing the top of your head lightly. “Deal.”

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wokeupinmars · 2 years ago

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Stacked Against You

Summary: You confront Spider-Man about his true identity, manila envelope style (literally).

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Goosebumps rise all over your body as the cold wind from the now-open window brushes past your exposed skin. You don’t need to look up, you know exactly who it is. “Sorry I’m late, some idiot tried to rob the pizza place on 13th Street.” The sound of his voice was deeper than normal, something he did when came to visit you like this.

“Romeo’s? They have some of the best pizza I’ve ever had. Are you hurt?” You can hear his footsteps approaching you, causing you to glance up at him. “Nope,” he pops the ‘p’ as he speaks. He sits beside you on the bed, “Tonight was really calm aside from the robbery attempt towards the end, I helped an old lady carry her groceries home, and she gave me one of those strawberry hard candies.”

“The ones with the filling, because those are so good.” You can see him nod his masked head out of the corner of your eye. “How was your day?”

You fall back onto the bed, “It was fine, I’ve been going back and forth about doing something.” He mirrors your actions and falls back too, “What’s got you so lost in your thoughts?” You sit upright, taking a deep breath before exhaling the word ‘you’.

“What?” The eyes of his mask furrowed, further expressing his confusion. “You’re Peter Parker.”

The eyes of his mask widened, “Wh-What?” You repeat yourself, “You’re Peter Parker.”

“No! Why would you even think that? Who even is that?” His voice was laced with panic as he sat up. You move off the bed and towards your desk, opening the drawer. Your back is turned to him when you say, “I’m glad you asked,” turning around with a manila envelope in hand, his name-his real name written in thick black marker.

You start by pulling out old pages of a newspaper containing photos of Spider-Man, “Peter Parker is a close friend of mine, but more importantly, he’s a part-time photographer at the Daily Bugle. In fact, he’s their best photographer, because he’s the only person that manages to capture you on camera well,”

“Oh, so you think I’m some photographer? I can assure you I’m not,” he crosses his arms over his chest.

“I don’t think, I know. The angle these photos are taken can only be taken by one person, you. No normal person can take these. Do you honestly expect me to believe these weren’t taken with a self-timer? This one is literally a close-up of you scaling the side of a building,” you shove the pictures in his face.

“And don’t even get me started on the videos of you fighting or all the times I’ve patched you up and Peter just so happened to have a bruise or scar in those exact spots?” you interrogated.

“That’s just a coincidence,” he’s trying to reason with you.

“No, Pete. Once is a chance, twice is a coincidence, and three or more times is a pattern. Then your voice-”

“What about my voice?”

“You always try to make it deeper but it never holds, it always falters. You always end up actually sounding like yourself, always!”

“I have no idea what yo-”

You step closer to him, shaking your head, “No, none of that. There’s no use denying it…the evidence is stacked against you, Tiger.”

Peter’s glad his mask is still on to hide his flustered face at the nickname. He lets out a nervous laugh and takes a deep breath before grabbing the back of his mask and pulling it up, revealing a bashful smile and fluffy hair.

You can’t help but grin at him, “I knew it!”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad at you for being a superhero? Absolutely not. Worried? Definitely. I mean, Pete, you are the only person I know who runs toward danger. I’ve always worried about you and your safety, even before I knew, back when you were just Peter.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, “Really? I know this is a lot to take in, I don’t want you to think I didn’t trust you enough to tell you.”

You stand between his legs and place your hands on his shoulders, “I know you trust me. You wouldn’t come to me when you get hurt if you didn’t.”

One of his hands rests on the back of your thigh, and the other plays with the edge of your shirt. “Can I ask what really tipped you off?”

You smile down at him before opening your mouth, “There were a few things I kept a close eye on like you running off in the direction a siren was coming from. The places you had bruises and scars, as you, would match up with the videos of where Spider-Man got hit in your latest fight or an area I helped you ice or stitch up. And then your moles, you have a million of them, it’s not hard to miss when I’m cleaning your bloodied chest. You’re also in skin-tight spandex, I recognized your frame.”

“You know for being just a friend, you sure do pay a lot of attention to me, honey.” There’s a smugness to his voice.

Your cheeks heat up at his words, focusing your gaze on the wall behind him, “I’m just an observant person.”

“Uh-uh, that might be true but that’s not just the case now is it?” His gloved hand slips under your shirt, thumb drawing circles against your skin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Peter’s smirk grows, “I think you do, baby. I think you-” his voice falls into a whisper “- I think you love me.” You turn your head to meet his eyes and exclaim “What!”

“You love me, you’re in love with me.” His confidence is beyond visible.

“I am? That’s quite the accusation, I’d ask to see your evidence but I’m almost certain you don’t have any.” You were trying to hold your own but it felt like he could see right through you.

“Well I don’t exactly have the same kind of proof as you but I know I’m right.” You give him a skeptical look, “Oh, do tell.”

He starts running the hand he has on the back of your thigh up and down. “You do that,” he says.

“What do you mean?” There’s a wicked look on his face, “Your heart starts racing when I touch you.” It was true, your heart was pounding against your ribs, but there was no way he could know that…right?

It’s as if he could read your mind because he continues speaking, “When I got bit, I didn’t just become super strong, my sense heightened. Including my hearing, especially my hearing. And right now, and every other time I touch you, your heart races.”

You didn’t know the full extent of his powers, you knew he had super strength and a sixth sense but you felt dumb not even considering the fact he could have super hearing. “So the time you held my hand-”

“When we were crossing the street and your heart skipped a beat and you held your breath for like twenty seconds, yeah I heard that.”

“Oh, my god.” Your cheeks were now burning.

“You also always have your hands on me, not that I mind, I really like it.” You open your mouth to contest his statement but he cuts you off before you have the opportunity, “Before you deny it, I would like to point out you’ve been stroking my cheek this entire time.” You were, hadn’t even realized you were doing it, you begin to pull your hand away from his face when he leans into your touch.

He pulls you closer, causing you to straddle his lap. “I love you. I know you love me too, you can lie to my face but your heart will give you up every time.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck, he loves you, and hearing him say that makes you melt.

��I love you, I have for a while now,” you whisper against his neck. “I know you have, honey,” he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you really listen to my heartbeat?” You asked, you had to know, the idea made your heart swell, and you wanted it to be real. “Of course, I do. It’s my favorite sound, I love hearing that I have the same effect on you that you have on me.”

“Oh, Peter, you’re truly something else.… gimme me a kiss, please?” You close your eyes and pucker your lips waiting for his lips to meet yours. A warm feeling takes over when you feel his lips press into you. The kiss starts off delicate, the both of you were so giddy that you’re grinning against each other. The giddiness doesn’t go away but minimizes when your eagerness takes over, turning the kiss from sweet and gentle to heated and a bit sloppy with Peter’s tongue slipping into your mouth when you let out a small gasp after he gives your ass a squeeze. Your fingers work their way through his hair, tugging at it slightly, smiling when he groans into your moan.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, “You’ll be the death of me, honey.”

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missmarveledsblog · 2 months ago

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Sir? ( Pete Mitchell x Reader )

summary : he never thought he would be in this situation but why did it surprise him he was pete maverick mitchell after all the impossible was always possible in his life ... only this time he didn't think he would fall for one of the dagger squad member sister .

warnings: age gap ( mid to late thirties for reader although i know the fic request said older sister i decided to make her jake twin sister ) , goofy , fluffy fun, traumatising hangman , mention and alludes to smut 18+ , not proofread i got the request and honestly had to it asap 🫡🤣

to the person that requested this thank you for the request and hope you liked it❤

This cat and mouse cause was something he thought he was done with , he found he was too old , that somehow it was he was left to the pasture . then he met her while grabbing a part for his motorcycle while she was grabbing a part for her car . he stood in awe at the beauty of the woman just metres away not realising he was staring for so long til she looked up and that smile that took his breath away ( see what i did there … ok back to the story ) . she was younger than him that much was obvious sigh for him to walk away and scold himself but yet it seemed his body had it’s mind of it own and his mouth was the same idea .

“ hey sorry but i had to introduce myself … pete mitchell “ he held his hand out .

“ y/n nice to meet ya pete mitchell “ she giggled shaking his hand and bright smile on her face .

He was surprised more at himself when he asked if she wanted to go for coffee sometime even more surprised when she said yes and game him her number and told him to call her before walking out the store leaving him with a victorious grin and high five from the guy behind the counter. Now he didn’t think he would actually do it but then he thought of the what if’s and what he had to lose in the whole thing. Yes she was younger , wasn’t like she was in her twenties , ok so she was thirty eight but still they were both adults . when they did have that coffee date well he was transfixed with the woman how she was funny, beautiful and smart as hell he knew was a goner and by end of it they went back to his and well he knew he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to pete mitchell found himself addicted in all things that where y/n .

They were sure he was a clone person or whatever fanboy told them because pete mitchell was showing up to work with pep in his step and smiling all the time . a new lease on life as the man was flying with a new vigour even letting the push ups slide every now and again .it wasn’t like he was a cold bastard before but shit he was more and more cheery after the weekends , the dagger squad didn’t know whether to be happy , scared or happy for the captain . they all stood at the door looking in at the man smiling brighter than the sun while talking to someone on the phone the unmistakable “ i miss you too” and “ i’ll see you later kay “ .

“ you think the old man’s finally getting some “ jake asked .

“ ew don’t say it like that , he’s practically my dad” rooster grimaced .

“ hey its good to know the old man got it in him” the texan smirked patting rooster back as he walked into the hanger just as Maverick hung up . “ so when we gonna meet her ?” jake asked shit eating grin on his face.

“ your not hangman” pete chuckled shaking his head .

“ so there is a her ?” rooster ran into the room .

“ aw bradshaw getting a new mom “ jake snorted only to earn a glare shot his way .

“ why can’t we meet her … shit she not like a twenty year old or something ?” rooster grimaced .

“ no she not a twenty year old and your not meeting her because we’re still .. navigating things “ pete nodded .

“ so she your age ?”.

“ jesus leave the man alone and enough with the interrogation bradshaw “ phoenix rolled her eyes although she couldn’t lie she was also just as curious .

“ she’s 38 ok and thats all your getting “ pete shoot his head .

“ she younger than me “ bradley gasped.

“ same age as me … is she hot ?” hangman smirked clearly loving the situation seeing as it was getting a new found respect for his superior and riling rooster up in one glorious moment.

“Ok enough about my personal life lets get up in the air ok “ pete called hoping it would be the end of the question but it was only the start.

A couple of month before he found himself wanting to spend every second with y/n and with her brother staying with his friend , he was sitting there watching her move around the kitchen making them both dinner everything in it all felt so domestic it went from a hook up to something more something that neither of them talked about but yet on the same page . something he took to this point of his life to want , the she was the man reason he wanted it . she even brought up casually of meeting her brother at some time so they didn’t have to wait for the man to stay out so they could hangout in her place. Another situation he never thought he would find himself in especially at his age and yet he couldn’t help but agree to it . everything about this felt right even after dinner when the two sat on the sofa watching a movie enjoying the company of the other , he definitely like when she got that look in her eye or the subtle movement or how each kiss started to linger and heat up . wasn’t long before the two were heated kissing before he brought ignoring the picture on his way up or the one he knocked over when the two made it to her room . the way he had her crying you his name as he devoured her hole or the way he made her cry out his name in pleasure. The way she had him body and soul as their bodies intertwined between the sheets . he didn’t want this with anyone else y/n had him and he for once didn’t want to let go . the three little word on the tip of his tongue and yet thats where they stay for now at least he wanted to do it right .

The sun was peaking into the room , eyes blurring and focusing to the moring light stretching out to feel her on his chest . eye lashes fanning her cheeks and pillow plump like honestly like an angel sleeping away bed head and all. It was almost a crime to wake her up as he began to get up his plan failed as she began to stir . a tired smile on her lips as she looked up at the man eyes filled with adoration and something else something to the effect his own were giving her.

“ morning beautiful “ he smiled leaning down to kiss her head.

“ morning handsome “ she giggled nuzzling into his chest. “ you hungry ?” she asked sweetly making him melt completely.

“ i’ll make it you sleep more” he kissed her head before tilting her face up to kiss her lips .

“ how about you make coffee while i go to the bathroom and i’ll make us breakfast” she countered.

“Ok deal go i’ll have a cup ready for you “ he chuckled as she got up only for a groaned to fall from his lips at her naked form .

“ well i’d get going then maybe we can come back up here after the fueling up” she winked as he threw his head back letting out a laugh .

Throwing on his sweatpants on he headed down the stair stilling when he heard movement a slight panic when he realised her brother must of came back early ready to turn back but thought suck it up he was gonna meet the guy some way and it would be awkward either way so least rip the bandaid off as he didn’t plan on going anytime. Confident as he walked in the kitchen but as soon as the confidence had come, it went just as quick as he felt the color drain from his face staring at the familiar back of a person he knew all too well .

“ hey want some cerea…. Sir? “ the voice dropping as jake Seresin was looking at the topless captain standing in his sister's kitchen .

“ hey handsome where’s my … jake what are you doing home so early “ her smile dropped quicker.

“ please don’t say shes the …. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MY SISTER MAV” jake yelled as she wince hiding behind the man giving she wasn’t wearing many clothes bar a tshirt and panties. “ he’s old as hell and my boss what the hell y/n “ he groaned.

“ hey he not that old plus i’m older than you “ she shot back weakly .

“ by ten minutes … how long has … What are your intentions with my sister… can you please go put on some pants please “ the blonde whined .

“ i honestly thought you knew “ she said softly looking between the both .

“ how ? you said the guys name was peter “ jake scoffed.

“ i said his name was pete dipshit “ she shot back .

The two sat quietly neither speaking a word , the silence was deafening although he knew her surname and the accent such of tipped him off but maybe it was his way of the whole ‘love is blind’ sort of thing or so he told himself as hangman was currently staring daggers at him .

“This is so fucked” jake finally said breaking the silence.

“ didn’t seem like it in the hanger” pete muttered .

“ that cause i didn’t think you were screwing my sister” .

“ i’m not screwing your sister .. it’s not like that i care for her more than you think ok i know it’s not ideal and she’s younger than me or the fact she could do hell of alot better but i love her “ pete spoke up not realising what he just said til the words slipped out of his mouth .

“ you love her?” jakes eyes almost softened a little bit .

“ you love me?” her voice made him fresh before turning to see her standing with a smile on her face and yet he couldn’t in that moment care .

“ very much so” Mav nodded noting her slowly making her way over.

“ i love you very much so too “ she smirked peck his lips .

“ oh shit my sister is Bradshaw's new mom “ Jake groaned as Mav laughed and her head tilted in confusion .

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reysdriver · 1 year ago

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Bondage | P.P.

Day 2 of Kinktober: Bondage — peter x fem!reader smut

warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - smut, inappropriate use of Spider-Man webs, fingering, oral (female receiving), mentions of hair pulling

words: 0.6k

“Is that too tight?” Peter asked you from across the room, from where he had just webbed your hands to the top of your bed frame.

“No.” You responded honestly. “It’s perfect.”

He started making his way over to the bed, then paused once he sat next to you. “So you’re sure?”

You sighed. “Of course.”

“And you remember what to do if you want me to stop?”

“Yes, Peter.” You sounded exasperated, because you were. Peter’s always been too nice for his own good, it was why he became Spider-Man. But now, his big heart was getting in the way of your sexual experimentation and it was tiring.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I just worry a lot. I love you.”

“I know you do, that’s why I want to do this with you.”

You both smiled at each other, and he dove in to kiss you. He did it slowly and sweetly, which you knew was because he didn’t want to be too rough with you. That would change with enough convincing, but you just kissed him back the same for now.

As you two kept making out, Peter’s hands moved farther and farther down your sundress. Even though you had been planning this for a few nights, you were just in normal clothes because despite Peter being a genius at most things, you didn’t quite trust him to figure out lingerie with your hands tied up.

As his fingers reached the hem of your dress, he hooked his fingers around the sides of your underwear. Then, he pulled his lips off of yours and looked up at you.

“Still ready?” He asked.

You nodded. “I mean, I don’t know how I’ll fare without being able to pull on your hair, but…”

“Well, you could replace the hair pulling with something else. Maybe you could be as loud as you want now that I don’t live with Aunt May anymore.”

You smirked as he pulled your panties off of you. “I think I will try that.”

He slowly slid his middle finger over your slit. “You’re already wet.” He commented.

“For you? Always.”

He smiled, then leaned down again to press a little kiss to your clit. It started out short and sweet, then he kept going, heated and sloppy. You let out a moan, which encouraged him to keep going. His mouth movements kept getting more intense, and your breaths got heavier.

With enough reaction from you, Peter made the moment ever spicier by fitting a slender finger inside of you.

You made another sound, the lewdness of which rivalled only by the sound Peter’s finger made when pumping his finger inside of you. He added another, and it just felt even better.

“You’re still doing okay, babe?” He asked to confirm.

“So good, Pete.” You replied breathily. “I’m almost there.”

He smiled, then brought his mouth back to your heat to guide you to your climax. He kept going in the way he knew was your favourite, and even though you couldn’t tug on his brown hair like you usually did, you motivated him by moaning as loudly as you could without your neighbours hearing.

And there it was, you felt yourself release around his fingers. You let out a string of whimpers as Peter kept softly kissing your core.

“Did you like that?” He asked quietly, moving his face out from between your legs.

“Yeah. Did you?”

“I still like when you pull on my hair when we do that.”

#xena's kinktober celebration #kinktober #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker smut #peter parker smut #spiderman #spiderman smut #marvel #tasm peter #marvel smut

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nymphomatique · 1 year ago

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-ahem after reading your nerd/loser!Miguel I just CANT ✊😩 ❤ I gonna need ask orrrr request something !...YOU MADE SOMETHING AWOKEN something in me that I i JUST can't explain😵😳 but NEED TO BE RELEASED (😏) and now today I wanted to request my take on it if that ok with you 😌😏

Ok hear me out nerdy loser/horny!Miguel x YOU GUESS IT popular/richfm!reader 😝!!!..

So let me explain the plot first 😌 .so let just say we never seen Miguel (it been an long time since) only remember that name while reader was in highschool and reader was one of Miguel bully I guess.. (even though she not the one laying an hand on him 😒😔) as she just watch as her popular group of friends bullied Miguel seeing him have tear down acting nothing like an man... ( what an man baby)'Which taught was more *interesting* about this nerd. but reader always think he was cute (I guess reader say it in her mind) even if he was an loser nerd at high school and more of an quite guy and only care for work.but the best part of Miguel in high school is that he ALWAYS obey no matwhat towards you/fm!reader 😩(god I don't know if I have to explain the next scene but I think I just hints some 😝😋 blow jobs overstuim- i mean many !! I want to see. Him cry on the desk while reader under it 🗣✊)

This is could be an flash back honestly I don't care 🗣🗣 I hope your doing great and having an awesome day

you were cooking nonnie‼️ i hope this translated well into writing. and yes timeskip crumbs 🤭

cw: no smut in this one folks! timeskip present, mentions of cannabis use, miguel gets bullied ;(, reader saves him tho dw, genuinely just fluff, teeny bit of d/s stuff, allusions to sex at the end. italic text is a high school flashback! enjoy 🫶🏾

“i cannot believe you had braces!” miguel laughs at your yearbook picture. you smack his arm and roll your eyes at his laughter.

“s’not funny. was only my freshman year.” you mumble,

“i’m just kidding honey, you’re still gorgeous, braces or not,” he says, kissing your temple. the two of you were sitting on your couch in your shared condo, looking at your old high school yearbook.

“you’re flattering me to get in my pants,” you quip. miguel wraps an arm around you and kisses your neck whispering low. “don’t need flattery to do that.”

you push his face away and snort. “when did you get so suave, mr. o’hara?” you question. “you weren’t as smooth in high school if u remember correctly.”

“you’d be right, but meeting you changed me for the better, no?” he flips the yearbook pages, finding his picture in the sea of others.

“maybe you changed me,” you say lowly.

“aww, come on pete, lay off him will you?” flash thompson laughs. “nah, he’s too easy,” peter replies. they had been roaming the halls, cutting class to smoke a joint. since peter was out early, he figured meeting you once your class period was over would be fun, high sex in the bathroom stalls was on his bucket list after all, and you never told him no when it came down to a good time.

in the midst of both flash and peter roaming the halls, they had ran into miguel o’hara, clutching his books in his hands during his free period, roaming the halls like them. nudging flash in his shoulder, peter made a show of miguel. he had pushed him into the lockers, feigning accident. miguel hit the rusted metal with a thud, dropping his books in the process.

“oh, did i bump you? my deepest apologies,” peter mocks, flash not even trying to hide his smile. miguel looks up from his place on the ground between the two, rubbing his shoulder that hit the locker. not worth it, he thinks, and moves to reach one of his books. before he can grab it, peter kicks it across the hall. miguel’s eyes stay focused on the ground. “aww, what happened? you got butterfingers, o’hara?” flash laughs.

“pick up your fuckin’ books, you’re blocking the hall,” peter directs towards miguel. miguel stays unmoved, pushing his glasses up his nose, eyes still glued to the floor. peters angry, feeling disrespected. “hey,” he says, and the hostility beginning to bubble in his voice is clear. “you fuckin’ deaf or what? i said pick up for fuckin-”

“the fuck is going on here?” you interrupt, seeing peter and flash freeze for a split second. you had left a while ago to go to the bathroom and skip class, but had decided to stop by your lockers, where you found peter and flash bullying some random.

“hey, baby,” peter begins. your eyebrow raises and he drops the act. “we uh- we were just tryna help h-”

“can it. i can smell the pot off you guys, fuckin’ gross. get outta here before you get caught with no hall pass,” you dismiss both peter and flash. peter makes way to kiss you goodbye but you move your head, your eyes telling him to get the fuck on.

when both peter and flash are long gone down the hall, you turn to miguel. “hey,” you say. he finally looks up at you and you see tears welling in his eyes. you wince, and wordlessly kick his book back to him. watching him gather up his books is almost disheartening, usually you laugh at something this pathetic. your feelings get the better of you, so you walk to miguel and buy your hand on his chin, lifting his head up to look at you. the eye contact sends a weird feeling in your chest, his tear stained brown eyes filled with emotion.

“chin up, dweeb,” you say, touching the tip of his nose and winking at him before you get up and leave, off to see what trouble peter found himself in.

miguel is in shock. that’s the first time he’s ever been talked to by someone popular. a popular girl at that. miguel looks back at your figure walking away, hips swaying with determination and he feels his heart swell in his chest.

“you gettin all sappy on me now, baby?” miguel quips. “funny. you must have forgotten what to address me as. i’ve been too nice to you,” you reply, your gaze intense. miguel swallows and his whole demeanour changes. “i didn’t forget, mistress,” he replies. you smile, getting up from the couch, pulling miguel up by his shirt to follow you.

“that’s my good boy.”

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chlobliviate · 5 months ago

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Wolfstar Microfics - Hogsmeade

Words: 935

@wolfstarmicrofic

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“Any plans for the weekend, Moony?” James asked pointedly.

Sirius cursed him internally and then cursed himself. Why on earth did he decide to tell Peter ‘Has-Never-Kept-A-Secret-In-His-Life’ Pettigrew about his tiny crush on Remus? James had known about it less than a day later, and several weeks on, James was getting impatient, which was exactly why Sirius hadn’t told him in the first place.

Remus looked at James for a moment, “Not since the last time you asked.” He said with a small frown. “Is this your way of asking me to Hogsmeade?”

“And if it was?” James asked with a grin that Remus didn't like the look of at all.

“Prongs, be serious.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” James muttered, and Sirius kicked him under the table. “Ow! Fuck you, Padfoot! I mean, I’m serious! Go to Hogsmeade with me.”

Remus was looking more and more concerned, he looked to Pete and then to Sirius, but they seemed as baffled as he was. “As mates?”

“Sure, if that’s what it takes to get you there.” James shrugged.

“Is this some convoluted attempt to make Lily jealous? Because I can tell you right now, it won’t work.” Sirius wanted to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. “I’d honestly just planned to stay here and read. It’s going to snow.”

“Hogsmeade in the snow is very romantic!” James grinned, “I’ll buy you a hot chocolate.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “I have no idea what you’re trying to do, Prongs, but sure. I’ll go to Hogsmeade for hot chocolate.”

“Wonderful. Does Madam Puddifoots take reservations? I want to make sure we get a good table right by the window so we can watch the snow.”

Sirius choked on his coffee, and Remus instinctively rubbed his back until he could breathe again, without even looking at him. Sirius stood up and left the table without a word.

“Ok, what’s going on?” Remus asked.

“With Padfoot?” James said innocently, “No idea. Maybe he’s jealous because he doesn’t have the balls to ask someone to Hogsmeade.”

Remus sipped his tea. “Oh. Who did he want to ask?”

“Unimportant.” James gestured vaguely towards the doors. “But what is important is our date.”

“I don’t think I agreed to a date,” Remus said.

“Nonsense. Of course, you did.” He looked at Pete, “Didn’t he?”

Pete said nothing, fearing that if he opened his mouth, he’d say something that he’d regret more than he already regretted telling James.

“You’re being weird.” Remus frowned at him. “I’m going to go and see if he’s alright.”

“Fine, abandon your boyfriend!” James said dramatically.

Remus scowled as he got up from the table, “Fuck off.”

“Well, you started strong.” Peter said as they watched him walk away, “But then you fucked it up in a fairly huge way.”

“Ah, the story of my life, Pete.” James went back to his toast as if nothing had happened.

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Sirius had taken the map and was nowhere to be found before classes. The next time Remus saw him in Charms, he mouthed ‘You okay?’, to which Sirius nodded stiffly before turning away from him. Remus considered that maybe it wasn’t James. Maybe he’d done something wrong. He went back over breakfast and tried to piece together anything that might have made Sirius upset. Sirius had kicked James under the table, but Remus couldn’t remember what James had muttered to prompt that. Maybe James would know.

As they filed out of the classroom, Remus grabbed James’ arm and dragged him into a side corridor. This did not go unnoticed by Sirius, who couldn’t believe his eyes. He pushed past Pete and raced back to the dorm before his feelings started leaking everywhere.

“Moony, we haven’t even been on a date yet!” James teased.

“Why did Sirius kick you earlier?”

James paused, “What?”

“At breakfast, you said something and he kicked you.” He leaned against the wall. “He’s upset about something.”

“Yeah, it’s probably the Hogsmeade thing,” James said nonchalantly. “Like I said, probably jealous.”

“Well, that makes no sense. Pretty much anyone would agree to go with him if he asked.”

“Oh, believe me, Moony. That’s what I’ve been telling him!” James smirked, “I also said ‘If you don’t ask soon, someone might beat you to it!’.”

“Must you be so cryptic?” Remus rubbed his temple. The moon was less than a week away. ‘All the more reason to have a nice weekend planned’, James had said to Sirius a few days ago.

“Ok let’s go through the facts.” James did his best Professor Binns impression, “One, Sirius could get almost anyone to go to Hogsmeade with him if he asked. Two, I told him that if he didn’t ask soon, someone else might. Three, he left the Great Hall in a huff after you agreed to go to Puddifoots with me.”

“I didn’t agree to— wait, what?” Remus froze, “Go back, you think that’s why he left?”

“You are two of the smartest people I know, and this is possibly the most frustrating thing I’ve ever gotten myself involved in,” James said with a smile. “Maybe you should ask him.”

“Ask him why he left or… ask him to Hogsmeade?” Remus said quietly.

“I imagine one will lead to the other.” James shrugged. “Do insist on a table by the window though. It’s not actually any more romantic but when it’s icy, you do get to see more people fall over.”

“You’re something else,” Remus said with a laugh before walking away.

“And just like that, our work here is done!” James said as Pete came round the corner.

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year ago

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tell me something girl (are you happy in this modern world) // tom “iceman” kazansky

summary: after thirty years of marriage, heather kazansky reflects on the time she spent and the love she shared with tom as she prepares to write her eulogy and say goodbye to her husband.

pairing: tom kazansky x wife!oc (named heather)

warnings: canon character death (Tom) and mentions of gooses death from the original movie, depictions of grief, mentions of mental health and medication,

authors note: this is the fic I firmly believe I was put on this earth to write. I wanted to do so much more with it, but honestly would have ended up with like 16k words or something like that.

April 2022, Miramar, California.

“is that the admirals wife?”

“jake, shut the fuck up.”

heather kazasnky had never thought of herself as an impressive woman. she always found herself timid, shy and a little anxious. it wasn’t until the first offshoots of gray started to sprout in her hair, and she’d watched all three of her children grow up that she truly thought sh had done something impressive with her life.

she sat alone at a table in the corner of the hard deck, oblivious to the wandering eyes of her husbands trainees as her slender fingers navigated the keyboard of her MacBook.

“heather?”

she started at the voice, cheeks marred with the flush of someone who had just been sobbing as she turned to look at the speaker.

“peter,” she hummed. “it’s good to see you, maverick.”

heather got to her feet, pulling the other pilot in for a tight hug. “nice to see you too, heather. how are you doing.”

“the best I can. the kids are supposed to be coming up tonight to help with the funerals.”

there were always going to be two funerals. the first was the formal military funeral, where her husband would be buried in the same cemetery as nick bradshaw, and the other was more like a reception, something more human and less structured. for the people who knew him not as admiral kazansky, but as tom.

“I miss him, mav. the house feels strange without him in it. I’ve spent so long being heather kazansky, I don’t know how to go back to being just heather.”

maverick shook his head, taking a seat next to her. “you’re still you, heather. you’re still a mother to three incredible kids, and grandmother to two.”

“with another on the way.” she coughed, somehow managing a smile. “joshua’s new girlfriend is expecting. he told tom before he died.”

“congratulations, heather. how are the kids doing?”

“as well as can be expected. as usual, mitchell is the glue holding us together. cassie’s a wreck. she always was her father’s daughter. and for it to happen so soon after she had jamie just seems cruel. tom was going to retire, did you know that? he was ready to put his papers in, we were going to go to greece. it was finally us time again. he gave so much of himself to this country, and I was so excited to finally have him back.”

pete rested a hand on heathers shoulder, squeezing it through the fur of her cardigan. she was strong despite her age, still well built and sturdy, face marred with laugh lines but not a single telltale old woman wrinkle. “I’m so sorry, heather.”

“thank you.”

she turned back to her laptop, showing the other pilot what she was doing. “I’m gathering pictures for the reception. but most of them are of me. tom always had his fucking camera with him. I should have let the kids do this part. all I’m doing is making myself cry.”

she cast her eyes back to her laptop screen, resisting the urge to reach out and run her finger over the photo, soaking in the good memories as they came flooding back. in the picture, she and tom stood on one side of the kitchen counter, laughing with each other as they cut gingerbread cookies.

it had been their first christmas together.

“oh my god,” maverick laughed. “is that iceman in a cable knit?”

“he was so nervous about meeting my dad for the first time. I had to talk him out of wearing his dress whites.”

December 1985, Richmond, Virginia.

they had been together for six months, give or take the few weeks his team had spent deployed in the gulf, and nothing had intimidated tom kazansky more than meeting his girlfriends father. he had wanted to wear his navy dress whites in an attempt to make a good impression before heather had laughed and made him change into jeans and a sweater before they left the apartment.

even then, he had changed sweaters four times before setting on the white cable knit he was currently wearing.

iceman knew how stressed his girl got during the holidays. her family could bring out the worst in her, and they were both highly strung when they walked in the door.

now, she was off to the side with her sister, cradling a mug of hot coco in her hands as she watched him with a smile, chuckling as he dropped a cup of flour down the front of his jeans.

“you really like him, don’t you?”

heather looked back at her sister, who raised her eyebrows as she took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“I do. I really do, abigail. he makes me feel like I’m worth loving, if that makes sense. everything with tom is just so…easy.”

abigail frowned. “he’s a lieutenant, isn’t he? that means he’s going to be deployed a lot. are you sure you can handle that?”

heather sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “we’re trying. he was out in the gulf for a few weeks in september, and we got through it.”

“he’s barely taken his eyes off you since you got here. and when he looks at you, I don’t see anything other than pure, unfiltered love. I bet he’s got a polaroid of you in his cockpit.”

heather laughed, a warm and giddy feeling in her chest. it was clear how much her family loved iceman, and how quickly they were welcoming him into the fold.

“you know I’m losing him for two months in the new year. he’s off to california, got into some fancy fighter jet training program.”

“you can still go see him, right?”

“yeah, I’ve got a few vacation days saved u- oh fuck.” heather cursed, thrusting her mug into abigail’s arms as she saw what her boyfriend was doing. “give me one second, I’ve gotta stop him from screwing up the gingerbread.”

she pushed up the sleeves of her jacquard sweater, socks skidding across the kitchen tiles as she loosely knotted her hair behind her head.

“kaz, sweetie, give me the rolling pin. you’ve gotta knead the dough.” she smiles softly, putting herself between the pilot and the counter.

one of tom’s flour coated hands came to rest as her waist, his chin on the top of her head as she watched her dip her hands into the bowl of flour, and proceed to knead the gingerbread dough by hand. her lovers hands came to rest over hers, his lips soft and warm against her skin as they kneaded the gingerbread dough together.

“see, you don’t always know everything, lieutenant.” she hummed giddily, running her thumb over his wrist.

“yeah, but I know I love you, and that’s all I need.” Tom laughed, gently using his finger to guide her head towards his and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

April 2022, Miramar, California.

heather paused, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "i loved that man so much, pete."

the hard deck was getting busier, off-duty pilots and seamen flooding in from the base at miramar as shifts changed for the day. heather knew all about the dagger squad and the hazy series of events that brought pete mitchell back to the academy, often having to speak for her husband in meetings once his first cancer operation had left him unable to speak for himself.

"auntie heather!" a familiar face looked over from the pool table. bradley bradshaw was a spitting image of his father, right down to the way that his moustache was trimmed.

for heather, it sometimes felt like seeing a ghost.

"brad!" she perked up, waving him over to the table. "how are you?"

when she first came to visit her husband at miramar, somethign about carole bradshaw had pulled heather in. she hadn't known the bradshaw's long, but by the time that goose's accident happened, she felt like she had known that family her whole life.

she did what she could to help carole out afterwards, especially when it came to raising bradley, but as rooster got older and time flew by, it was so easy for carole and heather to fall out of touch.

"you look just like your dad." she hummed, hugging the pilot. "it's like seeing nick again."

bradley nodded solemnly. "i was sorry to hear about admiral kazansky."

"thank you. it had been a long time coming, but there's no way to properly prepare to lose the man you love."

rooster gestures to the group behind him, the mismatched group of people coming to meet him at the table. “aunt heather, I’d like you to meet the dagger squad: jake, natasha, robert, reuben and javy. we knew the admiral well.”

“hi.” heather said weakly, introducing herself. “I’m heather, the admirals wife. or, widow, I guess. I’m still not used to saying that.”

“are you getting ready for the funeral?” jake asked, promptly getting jabbed in the rib cage by natasha.

“what hangman means to say is: we all respected your husband very much, and we would be honoured to help you plan his memorial service.” phoenix corrected, taking heathers hand between both of her own.

“thank you for the offer, natasha.” heather smiled. “bradley, I want to show you something.”

she sat back in front of her laptop, using the touchscreen to pull up a video taken the first summer she came to visit miramar. she had timed the visit to coincide with her birthday, a small selfish part of her unable to fathom spending her birthday without tom.

bradley pulled up a chair next to the table, watching as the screen crackled to life, the date stamp in the corner reading june of 1986. they were inside the o bar, the video opening with heather resting her head on tom’s shoulder, then panning over to the massive birthday cake and sparklers set in front of her. carole bradshaw sat on one side of her, and charlie blackwood was at the head of the table, sitting next to maverick.

“is that my mom?” Bradley smiled fondly. “she looks so full of life.”

“she was.” heather laughed. “and you might remember charlie, she was one of mavericks many lovers.”

“hey!” pete scoffed. “things just didn’t work out.”

“she was always too good for you, pete.” heather laughed, pointing to another space on the screen. the group was singing happy birthday, supported by a rockabilly piano backing track. “bradley, there’s your dad.”

goose was sitting in front of the grand piano, a toothpick hanging between his teeth as he hammered away at the ivory keys, aviator glasses over his eyes.

“happy birthday dear heather, happy birthday to you.”

the camera panned back to heather and tom as she blew out the cake candles. tom pulled her in to a soft kiss while the rest of the table cheered, and then the video cut to black.

“mitchell has been digitizing all of this stuff for us. I caught tom watching our wedding videos before he died.”

“remember when slider and wolfman got absolutely shitfaced at your wedding and tripped down the reception stairs?” maverick laughed to himself “did anybody ever get that on video?”

heather shook her head, a bright smile on her tear stained face as she hunted through the original wedding folder. “I’ve got you one better.”

September 1987, Monterrey, California.

mrs. heather kazansky. she could get used to that.

she was sitting with her sister and tom’s parents, the former two who were conversing with each other in polish. she twirled her wedding band on her finger, face flushed and spirits high as she looked on at her husband.

tom was with maverick and slider, the group of aviators dressed in their best white uniforms, beer bottles lifted high as they drunkenly hollered the words to an old rod stewart song.

“and I know your name is rita, because your perfume smells sweeter.”

abigail was filming, zooming the camera lens in on heather as she asked: “are you sure you don’t wanna back out now? till death do you part, you’re bound to this dumbass now.”

heather laughed, playfully smacking at the camera. “yes, I’m sure!”

“stay with me, come on stay with me!”

sliders voice was three decibels louder than everybody else, and he was also significantly drunker. one of the bridesmaids had her eyes on him, and there wasn’t a doubt in anybody’s mind that ron kerner would have somebody in his bed that night.

iceman’s face was flushed, his arm thrown around maverick as they rocked on their feet, skin sweaty and hair mussed.

but in the midst of all this chaos, he still managed to look over at his new wife, blowing her the softest kiss. she smiled, catching the kiss in her hands and pressing it to her heart, a moment her sister was able to capture frame for frame on digital video.

tom had watched the video hundreds of times as he sat alone in his office, struggling to come to terms with the fact that he’d be leaving not just the love of his life, but his three beautiful children as well.

April 2022. Miramar, California.

“that’s the kind of love that people only dream about.” natasha smiled softly. “you’re lucky you got to spend as much time with him as you did. most couples don’t make it as long as you guys did.”

heather smiled shakily, reaching for her drink. she’d left the sprite so long that the ice had half melted, condensation dripping down the glass.

“he was so good with the kids, you know. I was on and off depressed for a while after joshua was born. my mental health had never been perfect and I was on a low dose anti-anxiety medication for a long time. but after Josh was born, everything just got so much harder and I could barley get out of bed in the mornings. tom would take the kids to school, make their lunches. he was teaching full time at top gun by then, so he took a few days off to stay with me, make me feel like myself again.”

“he was a good man.” robert smiled, rubbing her shoulder.

“yeah, he was.” heather bit her bottom lip, pulling a photo up on her laptop that had the dagger squad letting out a chorus of ‘awe’s’

the picture was taken in 1989. tom was dressed in a gray waffle knit shirt, a pair of pit viper sunglasses on his forehead as he held a smiling baby in his arms. mitchell’s wide eyes looked up at his dad, his tiny fingers wrapped around in of tom’s larger ones.

his name was mitchell ronald kazansky, because tom had made a lame bet with maverick and slider (that he lost) and had to name his firstborn after both of them (because he was a fucking idiot at times, but she loved him anyways).

the boys were both easy children, but cassandra? she was a daddy’s girl through and through, and tom would have moved heaven and earth for his little girl. whatever cassie wanted, she often got, well into adulthood even. she was the spitting image of her father, from her honey blonde hair right down to the birthmark on the underside of her jaw.

when tom walked her down the aisle at her wedding three years ago, he cried all the way to the altar. but not half as much as he sobbed when he held his granddaughter for the first time, cancer-stricken and barely able to speak, but still brimming with joy as he held jamie to his chest.

“he lead a good life. one he was proud of. he used his last words to tell me as much.” heather choked out, overwhelmed by emotions. “I just wish we’d had more time.”

pete placed his hand over hers, squeezing it reassuringly as natasha rubbed her back, and rooster gently squeezed her shoulder.

there was still so much love that heather kazansky still had to give.

still so much love that she was surrounded by.

and maybe that was tom’s way, even from the grave, to tell her that everything would still be alright.

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Crazier • Pt. 1

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: this is a series ! prob 3 parts im thinking (i think im back AH), editing took me 10000 years actually so if there's something wrong PLEASE don't tell me !!! :D

warnings: umm just me not knowing anything about star wars, girls support girls<3, mentions of breakup, honestly theres nothing wrong but i think i said 'shit' like twice if you give a shit lmfao

"There's no way you actually think 'Return Of The Jedi' is better than 'The Empire Strikes Back'. Like, come on dude, it's so obvious which is better," Ned exclaimed, obviously feeling very strongly about the little debate he had currently going on with Peter.

However, Peter couldn't have been more nonchalant. "Listen, man, I love debating with you but I know where I stand and this is where I draw the line," he shrugged.

Ned opened his mouth, no doubt to argue some more with his best friend, when his gaze shifted to you, "Hey man, maybe we should talk about something Y/N can enjoy too."

That made your head snap up from where you were just toying with the food on your tray. "Don't worry about me guys," you forced a smile, "Honestly, I love watching Ned beat you into a pulp about movies," you looked at Peter.

Peter put on his 'sad-puppy-dog-face', "Ouch babe. You're supposed to side with me here, I'm your boyfriend after all."

"Well, I would've sided with you if you hadn't bailed on me when we were supposed to watch the movies together the other night. If you'd been there then I would've been able to contribute to this conversation and agree with who I genuinely thought was right, which at this moment, I believe, is Ned."

Ned grinned at you from across the table and you two high-fived while Peter just pouted some more, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I really am but y'know I had the internship."

You rolled your eyes, "Of course, I know that. At this point the surprising thing is whenever you don't have that internship," you looked at Ned, "Dude, do you know how many dates and hangouts he's canceled on me? I feel like I should be able to sue at this point. Can you sue someone for wasting your time?"

Ned winced, "Pete, I love you man, but you need to start actually acting like her boyfriend otherwise you won't be her boyfriend for much longer."

Peter's eyes widened a bit but then his face quickly turned nonchalant, "It was just a few slip-ups, don't worry about it," he threw an arm around you and pulled you in, kissing the top of your head, "but you're right, we should talk about something we'd all enjoy."

Laughing, you said, "I told you guys, I enjoy hearing you debate because Ned is always-"

Peter threw a hand up, "Don't finish that sentence. I've had enough of you two fraternizing against me for the day."

You and Ned laughed some more, "Well honestly, you two can continue your...," you waved your hands, " 'old-couple-bickering' and I can scooch down a little and go hang out with M.J.."

Peter pulled you in closer at that, "No don't leave," he muttered in your hair.

"Yeah," Ned started, "let's talk about something else like," he trailed off, "OH, you're managing the school play next week, right? That's gotta be interesting, tell us about that."

"It's really nothing 'Manager' is really just a fun name they stuck on me. Mrs. Lightbody does most of the work."

"Oh come on," Peter said, "when you first got the part, it was all you wanted to talk about. What happened?"

you happened, you thought. It's true, you had been too excited that you'd been chosen to be in charge of everything and you couldn't wait to rant to your boyfriend about just that. That was until he basically ignored you and shook it off as nothing, running away for the stark internship. You hadn't really wanted to talk about it with anybody after that. Maybe it wasn't as cool as you'd thought it was.

You looked down and just shrugged, "Dunno, guess I just didn't think you guys would be interested in it. You've never really shown interest in theater before."

"Well, that was before my gorgeous girlfriend was in charge. Now, go on, tell us what it's like to get a bunch of theater kids on track."

You laughed, "God it's torture. I'm convinced it's some personalized hell made for someone's eternal punishment and I do not envy them."

Peter and Ned laughed along with you, Peter saying, "Yeah I bet. We all know how much you love your control."

You gasped, eyebrows furrowing, "Peter Parker are you saying I'm a control freak?"

He held up both of his hands in surrender, "No of course not babe," he traded a glance with Ned when you weren't looking.

"Anyway," he propped an elbow on the table, rested his head on his palm, and made a motion with his other hand, "continue."

You looked at Ned, "Are you sure I'm not boring you," you asked, shoving your hand in Peter's face when he went to argue.

"Of course not Y/N! Wild, out-of-control theater kids is a favorite subject of mine," he grinned and you huffed a laugh.

"Fine, it's not as easy as I thought'd it be I'll say that. There's always someone way out of line, either singing songs from musicals at the top of their lungs or fighting someone else with the props. One time a kid started climbing the curtain bags and it was disastrous."

You told them all the funny stories you had from the past rehearsals and how you couldn't wait for the upcoming ones.

"Hey these sound fun how come I haven't been to one yet," Peter asked, referring to the rehearsals.

You scoffed, "Please Parker, you can barely make it to a date. There's no way you're gonna make it to one of these."

Peter felt a wave of guilt rush over him. He'd been leaving you hanging a lot lately.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, really I am. But I want to come to one of these. I want to see you doing your thing. In fact, when's the next one I'll be there," he sounded so sure of himself but you weren't.

"Um," you hesitated, not really sure if you should answer him, "They're every other day after school until opening night. But Peter, honestly, you don't have to come I know how busy your schedule is and you barely fit in things that you need to do, I seriously doubt you have the time to voluntarily do this," you told him, refusing to get your hopes up.

"Hey," he leaned closer to you, "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately but I promise I'm going to be there for you today."

"Peter," you said quietly not being able to meet his eyes and that alone made his heartbreak, "Don't make promises you can't keep. That never ends well."

"Hey if I said I'll be there, then I'll be there. come on, gotta have a little more faith in me than that sweetheart," he smiled a little, letting it grow into a grin when he saw your lips tugging up at the corners of your mouth.

"Promise," you asked.

"Promise," he confirmed, leaning in for a sweet kiss. Maybe he could really be there for you this time instead of-

Something hit the side of your face making you both turn your heads towards your other friend. You looked down to find a bunch of rolled-up napkins lying on the floor.

"Well as glad as I am that y'all got that settled, let us remember that this is a public space," Ned said making you both laugh.

"So it's settled, meet you in the auditorium after last period right," Peter asked you, trying to make sure he had the times correct.

"Oh," you replied, a little shocked that he was actually doing this, "Yeah, if you're showing up then I guess so."

peter laughed, "Y/N come on, what did we just have an entire conversation about? Of course, I'm showing up."

You nodded slowly then looked towards Ned, "I didn't hit my head anywhere just a minute ago, did I?"

Ned just shrugged, "I'm just as surprised as you are Y/N. Peter needs to step up his game and I'm sure the internship can wait an evening. After all," he gave Peter a hard look before an amused expression took over his face, "After all, what is an internship if not just running around making copies of random things and memorizing dozens of different coffee orders."

"Hey man come on, we've been over this." he nodded his head towards you and widened his eyes slightly, but you didn't notice, too busy taking a sip from your chocolate milk, "This isn't just any internship. I have to be available at every moment in case Mr. Stark decides he needs me on something."

"Mhm, whatever," Ned took a bite of his sandwich, "All I'm saying is that no matter how important it is, you need to learn to divide up your time evenly."

"Don't worry Ned, I'll be sure to sign him up for some time management classes," you said seriously, making Ned choke on his food from laughter.

Peter sighed, one arm still resting on the table, the palm of it holding his head. his other arm tucked away under the table, hand holding yours.

you were feeling amazing, your mood completely lifted now. Peter was finally making the first step to fix things after your many failed attempts. Things could start going back to how they were at the beginning of your relationship. sweet, caring, and mutual.

You were so sick of feeling like this whole thing was one-sided but now things finally looked like they were turning up.

Little did you know.

When the day finally ended you couldn't wait. Spending time with Peter while hanging out with your new friends (somewhat, you weren't really sure but you were optimistic) seemed like it be such a good time. Almost too good to be true.

You rushed towards your locker and gathered your stuff before shooting Peter a text that you'll just meet him in the auditorium.

You arrived there before anyone else, which was typical, everyone would be wandering the halls with their friends for a while before making their way here. The cast and crew might mess around a bit but in the end, they were extremely passionate about what they did and you knew that in the end, the show would be amazing. They were all incredibly talented.

little by little everyone started filing in in little groups. You searched them all for Peter but he was never a part of them. Oh well, he was probably caught up with Ned and MJ at the moment. He'll be here in a bit.

When the majority of people were present you, reluctantly, decided you had to get things started whether Peter was here yet or not. Everyone had to start getting to work and he should be here any minute now.

"Ok everyone, you've been wandering around long enough. Time to get started," you clapped your hands together, a clipboard held under your arm, "Noah, Jack, and Lacy we've got to start making progress on the set and I don't want paint everywhere we've had one paint fight too many," you narrowed your eyes at Noah and Jack who looked down sheepishly. It had been a mess. It'd looked as if a pride parade had thrown up all over the stage.

"This background is our last chance and if you mess it up again we'll probably have to cancel and if that happens, I will not hesitate to unleash Lexi on you," you gestured towards the girl who glared at them and you could've sworn you saw them pale which made smile a small smile.

You pulled out your clipboard to skim through and see what was on the agenda. "Where's our light-man," you asked and looked up. Everyone shrugged looking around until a girl, Martha, spoke, "Lenny had a teacher meeting, he's running a bit late but he'll be here."

You nodded, "Martha that reminds me, how's your mom doing with the costumes? does she have everything she needs?"

Martha nodded quickly, "Measurements and everything. All of them should be ready a few days before the big day and she'll be here that night for any mending that might be needed." She shot you two big thumbs up.

"Good, good, good," you muttered under your breath. You looked around at everyone and shrugged lightly, "OK so I guess everyone just rehearse your lines, get to work and we should be good for the next couple of hours."

Chatter quickly spread across the large room as everyone got together working and talking. You sat down on a seat and let out a long sigh. You tugged your phone out of your pocket and looked for a new message from Peter. There was nothing. You sent two more and added a call for good measure. He didn't pick up, it just rang all the way through. Maybe he got caught up with a teacher. Or maybe he got detention and didn't get a chance to tell you.

You had more important things to get to and Peter would get here whenever he got the chance. He'd promised after all. So you shouldn't worry about it too much.

You started making rounds around all the groups of working teenagers, stopping when you saw Lexi waving you over to her little group which mostly consisted of the main cast.

You walked over to them, "And how's everything going over here? Any trouble?" They all shook their heads.

"Actually, I think we're getting along rather well, it's a great cast you've rounded up here miss Y/L/N," Mrs. Lightbody said, making you feel extremely proud.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," Lexi said kindly.

"Oh? What's up, Lex." She grabbed your hand and led you a little farther away from the group, turning and shooting them a quick reassuring smile.

Lexi was the star of the whole play, playing the main character, so you'd worked with her closely these past few weeks. She helped you with even the slightest things so you wouldn't get too stressed or anxious (she claimed you were the only sane person in the whole group and it needed to stay that way). She was undoubtedly the most excited person about the whole play and you couldn't blame her, you could already tell from just practice that she was going to do amazing. She was on the popular side where school cliques were involved, but she was always such a sweetheart. She quickly became a great friend of yours and you hoped it stayed that way even after the play and all these fun little get-togethers were over.

"Hey, Y/N I noticed you seemed a little off before. I'm sorry if I'm out of line saying this but I just wanted to check in on you and make sure everything was okay. Anything going on? I'm always here to listen if you need to talk," she smiled one of her heartwarming smiles.

You were a little shocked that she'd noticed, "Thanks Lex, really, but I'm fine I promise. but thank you so much for looking out for me."

she had a look on her face like she didn't believe you but she didn't push it, which you appreciated, "ok well if you decide you want to talk about I'm always around I promise," she grabbed you into a hug which you gladly accepted. she pulled away and squeezed your shoulder before heading back to the group.

You loved her but really there was nothing wrong. Because Peter was gonna show up. Even if he hadn't answered you yet. He's gonna show up, follow you like a lost puppy, and marvel at your every move in that way of his to the point where it got annoying, and you were gonna make him swear to never come to one of these again. To which he would pout and give you puppy-dog eyes and you'd both forget whatever it was you'd said.

He had to come. otherwise, you might seriously start considering Ned's words from earlier. or you won't be her boyfriend for much longer.

Peter had to show up because maybe your whole relationship was on the line.

An hour of a bunch of nonsense arguing passed until you finally heard the press of the large auditorium doors opening up.

Your heart flew when you saw the large mess of brunette curls turned to close the doors. however, your hope quickly deflated as soon as the figure turned around. it was just Lenny the light-man.

"Lenny, great. I need you to start working on the lights and getting them ready," you told him. He nodded and quickly made his way backstage.

You were totally bummed. peter hadn't even replied to you so you had no clue what was going on. you'd even gone so far as to text Ned who'd just sent you a shrugging emoji and an apology for not knowing where he was.

You felt a little broken, with each passing minute, your hope that your boyfriend might still show up dying down.

You were desperate so you walked down to the side of the stage where Lexi was chatting with her 'co-star' Brad Davis, who played her love interest.

You walked up to them, your hand lightly grabbing Lexi's shoulder which brought her attention to you, "Can I talk to you," you whispered. She nodded quickly. You looked towards Brad whose attention was already on you, "Is it alright if I just steal her for a moment," you sent him a fake smile. He smiled back, "No don't worry about it, she's all yours."

He looked like he was might say something else but you didn't give him the chance to before dragging your friend away from all the commotion, "I'm ready to talk now."

She looked at you knowingly before sitting down and patting the spot next to her. So you sat and you told her everything. You told her about all the missed dates, how sometimes he'd just ignore you completely making it impossible to reach him and come back and act like nothing happened, how it always seemed like he was hiding something, and how you were so tired.

And she listened, of course, never making you feel like you were being overdramatic, and making you feel something that Peter always failed to. Seen.

When you finally finished Lexi looked at you with total sympathy-eyes, you hated it but you sucked it up because you had chosen to talk to her.

"Permission to speak freely?" she asked hesitantly. You nodded quickly, "Yes of course, please do that's why I came to you in the first place."

"Dump his ass," she deadpanned. Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at her. "Really?" you asked. She nodded, "Y/N, I love you but it's obvious that this boy doesn't. Because if he did there's no way he'd test you like that, I mean, he's standing you up right now when he promised he'd be here. I say end it before it gets worse. But hey," she held up both hands, "If you think I'm out of line saying that I totally understand but I'm just telling you what I'd do if I was in your shoes."

"You think I should dump him," you mumbled looking down, not really believing it. You'd thought about it sure, what would happen if you two weren't together anymore but you'd never considered it an option, let alone a solution.

"Thanks, Lex, I'll think about it," you gave her a tight smile and she smiled back. "I just hope you do whatever feels best for you Y/N, you've been looking down lately and you don't deserve that." She gave your hand a squeeze and one last smile before she went back to practice.

You weren't seriously thinking about ending things with Peter, you were too scared to lose him. Your friendship was more important than any relationship ever could be. But the longer he went as a no-show the more it ran through your brain for the rest of rehearsal. Peter never texted or called. You were desperate for a simple "sorry" at this point, not wanting to have to settle for the worst option. But as time went on, the less it seemed like an option and more like a task. Something you had to do, that had to be done—something new to check off your clipboard.

Rehearsal ended and people left in groups as they had come. You lingered, smiling and saying you had just a few things to check up on before you left whenever someone took regard for your incessant hovering. Soon enough you were the only person in the big empty room.

You sat at the edge of the stage, legs dangling, and pulled out your phone from your pocket. You sent one last text, we need to talk.

After about ten minutes of waiting there, you decided it was getting late and you had to get home before it was too dark. maybe you could convince your parents to let you head over to Peter's after dinner and you could get over with it then. your mind was made up. you were gonna break up with him.

You gathered your things and made your way up to the big double doors. The hallways were quiet and you were hyperaware of every step of yours. It was weird to see the school so dead, a big contrast to the usual packed hallways. The more you thought about it the more it was like you could almost hear the running footsteps of students. No scratch that, student. Okay at this point it started sounding too real.

You turned around to catch your boyfriend speeding down the hallway, skidding to a stop when you saw you.

"Oh my god Y/N, I'm so sorry I totally lost track of time. I was just helping May out with a few things and next thing I know-"

You held up a hand to stop him, "Save it Peter I really don't care."

His face fell, "But, hey, let me make it up to you! Let's go get some ice cream or something. You can tell me what rehearsal was like today and I'll walk you home after. It's getting dark."

You crossed your arms. you almost wanted to agree but you knew better than that, this whole thing was getting way too much for you to handle.

"Peter I'm done," you told him simply. he looked at you a little confused, "done...done with what?"

"This," you almost screamed as you pointed at the two of you, "I'm done with this, this whole act because, let's face it, we both know you weren't helping May with shit." you were surprised you had gotten this far without crying and you wanted to keep it that way so you sucked in a breath and tried to steady your heartbeat.

The guilty look in his eyes told you enough. you were right. he moved the slightest step closer but you moved back, you really didn't feel like touching him at the moment. "come on sweetheart," he said weakly, "there's gotta be something I can do. I promise I'll show up on time more, you'll never have to wait for me again. I'll be around you so much you'll get sick of me. just please don't do this."

"That's the thing, Peter," you groaned, "I don't want to be sick of you but I'm sick of the way you keep treating me. you make me feel like shit Peter. you're my boyfriend and you make me feel terrible. and I keep trying to help you out, coming up with different excuses each time but I've finally run out. I want a stable relationship and you can't give me that so I'm done."

His eyes were red now and you had to push back the guilt you were feeling, he brought this upon himself. it's true, you wouldn't have done this unless it was absolutely necessary. you loved him but you just couldn't handle it anymore.

"I can," his voice broke slightly on that last word, "I can give you that y/n just give me another chance to show you."

You huffed, "Well Peter, part of a stable relationship is honesty. can you be honest and tell me where you were today? 'Cause it's been established that you weren't with May."

He froze a little and you continued, "In fact, why don't you tell me where you were when you missed all those dates, all those couple hangouts, and all those group hangouts? When you missed my parents' anniversary dinner that they invited you to, or my little brother's birthday party that he was really excited you'd be there for. Go ahead Pete," you flung out your arms, "tell me where you were and I'll believe you can give me a stable relationship."

He looked physically conflicted, as if he was genuinely having an inner battle with himself, "I- I can't y/n/n, but you have to believe me when I say it's for the best."

"And I can't Peter. I can't so just forget this," you cleared your throat, "Come back when you can actually handle a relationship Parker, or you know what, don't because either way, I'm through with this."

You turned to walk away. his hand reached out to grab your wrist but you dodged it and held your hand up, "I don't think we should talk anymore," you kept walking and he didn't follow. You didn't want him to. But in all honesty, it was hard to turn your back when the person you were leaving was always the one you ran to when your heart shattered as it did right then.

the cold air hit you hard and the tears finally came, slightly smudging the concealer under your eyes but you couldn't care less at the moment.

It was true what he'd said, it was dark already and windy so you tried to be alert on your way home, deciding you could process all your emotions when you're home safe.

You were walking for a bit, wiping your tears and trying to keep your vision clear when you heard a slight thud next to you and footsteps matching up to catch yours. "Hello Miss, it's pretty dark, can I walk you home?"

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callsign-dexter · 10 months ago

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From Fear to Family

Request: hi, could I pretty please request a Maverick x adopted daughter for my birthday on Monday? I was wondering if maybe sometime after the mission Maverick decided that since rooster is all grown up and doesn’t “need” him anymore he missed the feeling of being needed so he adopted a little girl, maybe 3-5, but in her short life she has had people let her down so she doesn’t trust people and she is very skittish/shy. She tries to avoid anything that has to do with trusting Maverick, like maybe the adoption place told Maverick she doesn’t let anyone hold her and Mav is a little worried that she will never come around but maybe she gets hurt or has a nightmare or literally anything that would be a big deal for a little kid and ends up letting her guard down and trusting Maverick. After deciding that she could trust Maverick she just became this whole new child (she is playful and silly and is mavericks little shadow all day everyday). She is starting to trust him more and more and she even let Mav hold her (you know, the little kid way, the sleepy walk and the arms in the air) and she fell asleep on his shoulder.

this is totally your choice and there is no pressure. Sorry about the massive word dump!!

Pairings: Maverick x Adopted!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Masterlist

A/N: Sorry to the anon that sent this in for their birthday for getting it out so late. Happy belated birthday and I hope you enjoy it!

When the mission was over and The Daggers became an official squad, he felt like something was missing from his life. He would go home to an empty house and it honestly made him sad, before he was barely home and he was training the pilots and that kept him busy. He and Bradley had patched their relationship but he was grown he wanted someone that needed him. He was out with The Daggers but found himself at the bar where Penny was. He watched over his squad and sighed and Penny took notice of this. “What’s wrong Pete?” She asked.

“Now that the mission is over and we’re an official squad, I come home to an empty quiet house. It just makes me sad.” He admitted and Penny nodded and listened.

“Have you ever considered adopting?” She asked

“Well yes but what happens when I’m deployed somewhere?” He asked, looking at her and she smiled.

“I’ll look after them.” She said with a smile and he knew she was being serious.

“I don't even know how to start the process.” Maverick said

“I'll help you.” Penny said and smiled and put a hand on his and he nodded and smiled.

“Thank you, Penny. Really.” He said and she smiled.

“I'll always help you when you need it. Come by the house tomorrow for lunch and we'll see what it takes.” She said and he smiled and nodded. She then turned and started to tend to her other customers. The rest of the night went smoothly. Maverick was in a better mood thinking about having a child depending on him. He joined the rest of The Daggers and ended the night with a smile.

Maverick was up early the next morning, which was a Saturday, he still had several hours before he had to be over at Penny's. Maverick walked into the second room next to his. His house had three rooms in total, all upstairs. He looked around it and it was a mess. There would be no way they would let him have a kid with it looking like this. So, he decided to start cleaning that room and the house. He wanted this; he wanted a kid.

Before Maverick knew it, it was already 11:30 AM and he only knew this because he had looked at his watch. He had been so busy cleaning and hyping himself up he just didn't pay attention to the time. He put on his shoes and grabbed his keys and stopped to look around and smiled. It was clean, spotless, deep cleaned even all he could think about was how Carole would be so happy. She had always gone on about how messy Maverick was and well Goose was too but she was always cleaning up after him but she wouldn't have had it any other way. But if those two boys were left alone for the weekend or any length of time you can bet that everything would be a mess. You would think two Navy men who were conditioned to keep everything clean would and they did on base but not in their homes or hotel rooms. Maverick chuckled and turned around and headed out the door.

Maverick was quick to arrive at Penny’s and he knocked on the door and she let him in. “So, I’ve been doing a lot of research and it seems like it is easy to become an adopter.” She spoke.

“Hello to you too.” Maverick chuckled.

“So first you need to make a choice of which agency you want to adopt from. Get in contact with them and have them do a home study, give them what you're looking for in a child, once you find the right one let the agency know, and then you have to wait to hear back that you’ve been selected. Then you’re going to meet the child and then they’ll be placed in your care.” Penny said and all of this overwhelmed Maverick but he was ready, he wanted this.

“I’m ready for this.” Maverick said and Penny smiled.

“I know you are.” She spoke

Over the next few days, he researched the agencies and found the one he liked. He got into contact with them and they set up a time to come out and look at the house. The day came and a nice woman came to the door. “Hi! I’m Bailey! I’m from the adoption agency.” Bailey said.

“Hi, welcome. Please come in.” He said with a smile.

“This is a nice place you have here.” She said and she smiled.

“Thank you.” He said

“What is it that you do for a living?” She asked, looking around.

“I’m a Captain in the Navy. Naval aviator.” He said and she nodded and took note.

“When you’re deployed are you going to have someone looking after the child?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes, Penny Benjamin. She’s a longtime friend of mine.” He said and she nodded her head and made note of that.

“Do you mind showing me around?” She asked and he smiled and nodded.

“Of course.” He said and started to give her the tour. The house was spotless and the backyard was huge and fenced in. Once that was over, they came back into the kitchen.

“I’m gonna say this is a very nice place you got here Mr. Mitchell.” She said

“Please call me Maverick.” He said “Mr. Mitchell was my father.” He added and she smiled.

“Very well Maverick.” She said “We have a meet and greet coming up in the park tomorrow. Come out and meet the children you may find the perfect one.” Said and he smiled.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to be there.” He said and she smiled and then bid him a goodbye and she was on her way.

The next day he got up and prepared to go to the meet and greet. The house still stayed absolutely spotless and then he was out the door. He decided to take his Jeep, figuring it would look better than a motorcycle. He pulled up and parked close to the front. He got out and headed to the tent to get out of the blistering heat for just a moment. Bailey had spotted him “Maverick! Hi! I’m so glad you could make it.” She said and he smiled.

“I really want to find a kid. I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He said and she smiled.

“I love to hear that. Start mingling and you might just connect with someone.” She said and he smiled and she was off. He stood there for a minute and decided to walk around. He played with kids but none of them connected with him. He was about to give up hope when he spotted a little girl, you, sitting alone and he felt saddened he walked over to you and sat down. You looked up and smiled but went back to what you were doing.

“What is your name?” He asked softly and that shocked you.

“Y/N.” You said quietly.

“Don’t you wanna go and play with the others?” He asked and you shook your head.

“They make fun of me.” You said

“Why do they do that?” He asked, you shrugged.

“I don’t fit in.” You said quietly. He knew that feeling.

“What do you got there?” He asked clearly seeing the item.

“Y/F/B (your favorite book).” You said and smiled.

“That one is my favorite.” He said and you looked up at him wide eyed.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded.

“Y/N come on it's time to go.” Bailey said and he notice you frown but nod and he felt that connection

“Bailey.” Maverick said getting up and Bailey stopped and turned to him making sure she got to another person safely.

“Yes, Maverick?” She asked

“What’s Y/N’s story?” He asked

“It’s a sad one. Her dad was a Naval Aviator and her mom a Navy SEAL both killed in action. She came to us shortly after. She’s been to foster home to foster home but nothing has stuck.” Bailey said and Maverick knew you were the one for him. “She’s been shy and skittish ever since.” She added.

“I wanna adopt her.” Maverick said watching you shy away from the caretaker.

“Really?” She asked excitedly and Maverick nodded “That is great news! I can’t wait to get the paperwork started and tell her.” She said “I’ll be in touch.” She said and he nodded and then she was off. Maverick watched her tell you the news and you looked back at him and he smiled. He was gonna finally have a child.

Over the next few days Maverick was in contact with the agency and was changing information with them. He was anxious but excited. He wanted to tell the team but knew it was too early and jinx himself. The only person that knew was Penny and that was because she had been a contact person for the agency.

It was a couple of weeks later that he heard from them and said that the process was a success and that he had been selected to adopt you. He was stunned that he was left speechless and that was very unlike the man. He had already met and visited you at the park and he absolutely fell in love with you. There was no way he was going to back down from this now.

Today was the day. You were finally going to live with him. He was finally going to have a kid. You had arrived in front of a nice-looking house and it had an American Flag flying on a flagpole in the front yard and you smiled. Bailey pulled up next to a motorcycle and a Jeep and you grew curious. She got out and then you got out. She was talking to you but it was the same speech that you’ve heard a thousand times and have grown bored and used to it. You both walked up to the front door and she rang the doorbell and in an instant the man known as Maverick opened the door and he smiled “Y/N!” He said excitedly “I’m so glad you’re here. Bailey, thank you for bringing her.” He added and she smiled at you yet to say a word.

“I’m so glad to be here.” Bailey said and he moved aside.

“Please come in.” He said and so you did the house smelt like chocolate and sugar cookies, a scent that you had grown up with until the tragic accident landing you in foster care. You explored the kitchen, staying put not wanting to wonder off as Maverick and Bailey talked. Soon Bailey was leaving after giving you the ‘behave and if you need anything call’ speech. Now it was just you and Maverick alone. “Is there anything you want to do?” Maverick asked and you just shook your head. “Do you wanna go and see your room?” He asked and you nodded. He went over to try and pick you up and you flinched away and of course that broke his heart but he understood it. Maverick led the way to your room which was just two doors down from his. He showed you where the bathroom and everything was. “Do you want to help me unpack your clothing?” He asked and you nodded and he smiled. He set your suitcase on the bed and unzipped it and began to put things away. He asked you if you wanted anything in a specific order but you just shrugged.

You being distant from Maverick went on for a full 2 weeks. He wanted to introduce you to everyone but he was wanting you to get to know him and him to know you first. Normally this would frustrate other people but he knew to be patient and you would come around when you felt like it was the right time. He didn’t want to rush anything so he took it day by day and you really appreciated that.

Everything changed one night and that event caused you to open up to him full heartedly.

It was summer so that meant that you didn’t have to go school and the Cyclone had given Maverick some time off. Maverick had just woken up and was getting ready for the day and he kept thinking about what he was going to do with you. He thought about taking you to the beach or the park or just staying in. When he was done, he went and checked on you to find you awake and sitting up in bed looking at him. “Hey there, Sweetheart.” He said as he walked in. You just stared at him, your eyes showing the unsureness. “Wanna do anything today?” He asked and you just shrugged your shoulders. “Wanna go to the beach?” He asked and your eyes lit up and he smiled. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked and you shook your head and he smiled and nodded. “Ok. I’ll be close if you do need anything.” He said.

“Ok.” You said quietly and he smiled. He was overjoyed on the inside but he didn’t show it on the outside. He walked away and cracked the door. He stayed nearby and grabbed some stuff out of the closet and grabbed the sunscreen out of the bathroom when you walked out.

“Want me to help you brush your teeth and do your hair?” He asked and you once again lit up.

“Please.” You said and he smiled. He helped you do both of those things and then he was packing a bag for both of you and then he walked into the kitchen and you followed. You watched him make food and drinks and put them in a cooler. When he was done, he smiled.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and so he helped you in the car and in your car, seat making little to no contact. Once that was done, he got into the driver’s side and you both were headed to the beach.

You guys arrived at the beach and thankfully it was empty. Maverick was quick to park and got out and helped you. He then grabbed the bag, towels, and cooler. You both walked onto the beach and he found a perfect spot. You watched as he set up and then he set down and you went off, but not very far away, and played. He watched you and you smiled and he loved that smile. He found that you don't like being touched much unless it was absolutely necessary. You had started to get hungry so you hesitantly walked up to him and he smiled up at you. “Hungry.” You said in a quiet voice and he smiled and pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you and some goldfish. You took them and scurried off out of reach but on the towel and under the umbrella that he had also carried down. As you were eating he started to get your drink out and hand it to you. You finished your food and drink and then you played a little bit more in the sand not daring to go into the water. Soon it was time to go home.

When you got home you and he changed into something more comfortable. You had spent a total of three hours out there and no matter how much sunscreen was put on you, you still got a little sun on your face. Maverick got started on dinner while you played in the living room in eyesight. You played mostly by yourself not wanting any help and not expecting any help. You were playing with something when it broke and instead of crying or asking for help you just put it to the side and that made Maverick frown. He walked over and sat on the couch “Can I help you fix it?” He asked you and you looked at him and didn't say anything but your eyes showed an internal battle. He slowly nodded your head.

“Please.” You said quietly and he smiled and took the toy and you watched him fix it. You watched amazed and he smiled. He fixed It and held it out to you which you hesitantly took it back. “Thank you.” You said quietly and he smiled.

“You're very much welcome.” He said and then you were back to playing quietly and he watched for a few minutes until the oven went off. He got the food out of the oven and then he was plating it for dinner, he cut yours up to get it to cool down quicker.

“Y/N/N supper is ready.” He said and he watched you put down your toys and walk to the dinner table. You got up in the chair and picked up a fork “Careful it's hot.” He said and you nodded. Once it was cooled off supper was quickly eaten and then he was helping giving you a bath watching incase you needed help. After a bath you brushed your teeth and headed off to bed. “Goodnight, Sweetheart. I love you.” He said not really expecting a response. He cracked your door and you were out like a light. He sighed as he went back and started to tidy up and get ready for bed. Once ready he laid down and fell asleep.

“DADDY!” You screamed out, wrenching the sleep from Maverick and making him jerk up right. He quickly sat up and looked around thinking that he misheard. “DADDY!” You yelled again and that had him jumping out of bed and racing over to your room. You had been sitting up tears racing down your face which had him racing over to you.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” He asked, wanting to touch you but didn't know if you wanted it. You began sobbing and he hesitantly gathered you in his arms and he was shocked when you curled into him.

“Bad dream.” You sobbed into his chest clinging to his shirt. His heart broke.

“Shhhh, it's ok. I've got you.” He said running a hand over your head. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked and you stayed silent.

“You left me like momma and daddy did.” You said into his chest and his heart broke.

“I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.” He told you and from that point on you knew you could trust him and open up.

A week after that nightmare you were like any normal 4-year-old. You opened up to him a lot more. Since that night you hadn't called Maverick dad but he wasn't gonna rush you into it. Since you were a lot more comfortable around him, he decided to introduce you to new people.

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At first it was Penny and you absolutely adored her and saw her many times. When you were first introduced to her you were hesitant and she understood that. Maverick had been keeping her updated on everything and she knew you were shy and knew not to push. He had been wanting to introduce you to her The Daggers for some time but wanted you to get settled first.

Both you and Maverick were sitting at the table eating lunch. “I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. She’s really nice and has a kid of her own. You'll really like her.” He said looking at you gauging your reaction and at first you looked hesitant but then you smiled.

“Ok.” You said looking at him and he smiled.

“We can have her over for dinner if you want or we can go and meet her.” He said giving you an option and you pulled a face that you've seen him pull when he was thinking.

“Dinner.” You said taking a bite of food while nodding and he smiled.

“Dinner it is.” He chuckled as you returned your attention back to your food, he quickly sent a text to her and she quickly replied saying she would love to. For the rest of the day, he played games and got dinner ready with your help and you followed him around everywhere. “What do you want for dinner? We can have burgers or pizza.” He asked.

“Burgers!” You said excitedly and he chuckled. The both of you got dinner ready to be cooked and then it was time for Penny to come over. She knocked on the door and Maverick went and opened it with you right behind him.

“Hey!” He said when he opened and saw Penny “Come on in.” He added and you hid behind his leg.

“Hey, Maverick and Y/N.” She said you grew curious as to how she knew your name and came out but stayed glued to Maverick she waved at you. You shyly waved at her.

“Hi.” You said shyly and she smiled.

“I'm Penny. I love your hair.” She said talking about hair style and you smiled.

“Daddy did it!” You said excitedly and you came out of hiding. Maverick froze with wide eyes but smiling, that was the first time since the nightmare you called him that and you did it without hesitation. Penny smiled at him, you hadn't seen his face because of your excitement.

From that point on she was your new best friend. You excitedly told her about stuff and bounced around like any normal 4-year-old would. Maverick smiled and watched you.

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Then he introduced you to Bradley a week later and you two just seemed to click right away. Bradley had needed to ask Maverick something and asked him if he could come over and he said yes and that he wanted him to meet someone. Bradley was curious about who it was, Did he have finally have a girlfriend? was running through his head as he drove to Maverick’s house and pulled into his driveway. Maverick had told you that you were going to meet someone close to him and you just nodded unsure. He knew you would be like this while meeting everyone and he understood.

Bradley walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. You both had been on the couch and you looked up at him and he smiled. He got up and so did you. After the nightmare you had stuck to him like a shadow. Maverick answered the door and Bradley smiled. “Hey, Mav.” Bradley said.

“Hey.” He said and hugged him and when they released, he looked down at you and knelt down. “Y/N this Bradley. You've heard me talk about him.” He said and you nodded and looked at him and he looked familiar. You studied him and then took off somewhere and Bradley raised an eyebrow and stood up and Maverick shrugged and let him in and then shut the door. After a few minutes you came back with a picture in your hands. You looked at it and then back at Bradley and then your face lit up.

“You look like Uncle Goose!” You exclaimed and that made them both smile and Bradley looked at Maverick with tears in and shock ok his face.

“You told her about Dad?” He asked and Maverick nodded.

“Of course. She loves hearing stories about our adventures, don't ya?” He asked, looking at you and you nodded enthusiastically. “This is his son.” He said your eyes widened. You ran up to Bradley and he bent down and you threw your arms around him and hugged him. After that introduction it was nonstop chatter. Bradley did finally ask Mav his question after you fell asleep and were put into the bed.

Maverick walked Bradley to the door and he stopped and turned to his pseudo father “You have a good kid there.” He said and Maverick smiled and nodded.

“She was so shy at first and wouldn't let me touch unless I needed to or help her.” He said

“What changed?” Bradley asked

“She had a nightmare and I walked in and she was sitting up and crying. She clung to me and told me what happened and everything changed after that, she became a normal 4-year-old. She was calling out daddy too. She hadn't done it since until she met Penny and she said that she liked her hair and she just smiled and said that ‘Daddy did it.’” Maverick gushed and Bradley smiled, finally seeing him happy.

“She's a sweet kid.” Bradley said and he nodded. “When are you gonna introduce her to the rest of The Daggers?” He asked.

“She seems more comfortable here. So, I was thinking of having a cookout next weekend.” Maverick said and Bradley nodded.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He said

They talked more until Bradley left. Maverick went and checked up on you one more time before going to bed himself.

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Maverick wasn’t expecting to introduce you to Bob so early but it had just happened. Maverick and you had needed to run to the grocery store one day. He had gotten you out of your car seat and you immediately asked to be picked up and he quickly picked you up. He carried you into the grocery store and got a cart and put you in the basket. As you were shopping around and he was getting you stuff, him stuff, and food he spotted someone familiar. As he got closer, he saw that it was Bob. “Hey, Bob.” Maverick said and he turned around.

“Hey, Maverick.” He said smiling and looked at you.

“Who is this little one?” He asked

“This is my daughter, Y/N.” He said and Bob smiled.

“Hi, Y/N.” He said and you waved shyly and he chuckled, you reminded him a lot of himself.

“I adopted her.” He said and he smiled.

“That is really awesome. She actually looks like you.” He said and Maverick smiled.

“I guess she does. I haven’t really paid attention to it. I’m just happy to have her in my life.” Maverick said

“I like your glasses.” You said randomly and that had both men smiling.

“Thank you.” He said and you smiled and looked down while playing with the strap.

“Do you have a favorite animal?” You suddenly asked.

“I do!” He said just as excitedly. Maverick stood back and watched the interaction, happy that you were comfortable around him.

“What is it?” You asked

“It's a wolf.” Bob said smiling as your eyes went wide and you looked at Maverick then back to him.

“So is mine!” You squealed excitedly.

The two men talked more and then you departed from him and continued shopping.

“I like him.” You said looking up at Maverick and he smiled.

“I like him too.” Maverick said

He had a feeling you and Bob were going to be great friends. You two were so similar in many ways.

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The next weekend rolled around. Maverick was ordered to come back to work so he had you stay with Penny. He had gone to the store before coming to pick you up. When he got there the both of you were outside playing in the yard. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound of the Jeep and looked up and smiled as he got out “Daddy!” You yelled and ran to him and he bent down and ran into his arms.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Did you have a good day?” He asked and you nodded.

“We played outside.” You said as you released him and tugged him over to Penny to see what you were doing and you proudly showed off what you had been doing.

“That's so good!” He exclaimed excitedly and you looked up at him with wide eyes filled with adoration.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded and Penny chuckled as she came back out with your stuff.

“Yes really. You draw better than I do.” He said and tickled you and you giggled and then you went back to doing what you were doing. “How was she?” He asked Penny and she smiled.

“So fun. Not that shy little girl you told me about the first time.” She said and he smiled.

“We're having a cookout this weekend to let her get to know the rest of The Daggers. You should come.” He said “Bring Ameila too.” He added and she smiled.

“We'll be there. What time?” She asked

“Around noon. Probably won't eat until 2 or later.” He said and she nodded.

“She had a nap around 2 today.” She said and he smiled and nodded and then he turned to you.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and got up and hugged Penny and said bye to her and then skipped off to the Jeep. Penny said bye to Maverick and walked to the Jeep. He helped you in and then you were heading home. You excitedly told him about your day and smiled and listened and replied when he needed to. Soon you were home he helped you out and you walked with him into the house as he put your bag down. He started to get dinner ready and you pulled over a chair and watched him and helped him out when you could and when he would let you. After it was all done and cooked you both sat down to eat. After supper he had you go change and then you both settled down to watch a movie it was 8:00 PM and you started to settle down. 30 minutes into the movie and you were out. He smiled and picked you and carried you to your room, he tucked you in and kissed your forehead “Goodnight, Sweetheart. I love you.” He said.

“Love you too, Daddy.” You mumbled and rolled over and that brought tears to his eyes. He got ready for bed after cleaning up and tidying up and he fell asleep crying happy tears.

The next day arrived and you were up bright and early for no real reason. You had gotten out of bed and wandered into Maverick’s room and climbed up in his bed. He had heard you and felt the bed dip. “What are you doing, Sweetheart?” He asked which made you squeal.

“Up, Daddy. Up.” You said and started pushing him. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock and they bugged out of his head it was 6 AM.

“It's too early to be up. You need to sleep a little bit longer.” He said and you shook your head. “Wanna sleep with me?” He asked your eyes lit up and nodded and he chuckled and pulled back the covers “Alright get in.” He said and you quickly got into and snuggled into his chest, the warmth surrounded you and you were fast to sleep. Once he knew you were asleep, he fell back to sleep smiling. When it was the proper time to wake up you did and you smiled at him. You both got up and he got both and himself changed and ready for the day. “You're gonna meet 5 new people. If you feel overwhelmed that's ok, I'll be here with you and so will Bradley and Penny. Ok?” He asked as he looked at you and fed you breakfast and you nodded and smiled.

“Ok.” You said and turned back to your food. When breakfast was over, he started to clean up and you had skipped off somewhere to play but you were still in eyesight. If only Carole and Goose could see him now with a kid they would be smiling. He played some with you and then he did some house cleaning, it wouldn't be the first time that The Daggers were over. He looked around and looked at how everything had changed from it looking like a single person living there to looking like a father and daughter living there, toys were scattered around inside and outside and art from you hung on the fridge. He was so focused on taking the very welcoming sight that he didn't see you fall on the concrete outside, the only thing that snapped him out of it was you crying. He looked over and panicked seeing you on the ground crying he was quick to get over to you. He was quick to pick you up and you buried your face into his neck as you sobbed and through your tiny arms around his neck.

“Shhhh you're ok. It's gonna be ok.” He said trying to soothe you by rubbing your back. He kept soothing you until your tears turned to hiccups. “Let me see.” He said and you reluctantly undid your face and he saw tear tracks down your cheeks and his heart broke. You undid your arms and showed him your hands. You were still sniffling “It's ok. We can easily take care of this. Let's go and clean it.” He said and you nodded and he headed inside and set you on the counter. He had you lean over and wash your hands with soap and water and the dried them “Almost done.” He said and then he took them and kissed them “Now all better?” He asked and you nodded he smiled and started to put you down but you clung to him. “Want me to hold for a little bit?” He asked and you nodded still clearly upset and he smiled “Ok. I will.” He said as he held you and did more stuff around the house. It was 11:50 AM when you finally asked to be put down and he did so. You walked off and started to play around with toys around making sure to not make it too messy.

12 PM arrived first it was Penny and Amelia. “Hey guys!” Penny said and they both smiled when you ran over to her and wanted her to pick you up.

“Penny!” She yelled and hugged her and then you saw Amelia.

“Y/N this is my daughter Amelia.” Penny said and Amelia waved at you and you waved back and asked to be put down. Penny put you down as Amelia got down on your level.

“Hi, do you like princesses?” She asked and your eyes lit up and you nodded and she smiled “Can I tell you a secret?” She asked and you nodded and she leaned to your ear “I do too.” She said and you squealed and grabbed her hand and led her to your room. Maverick smiled at the interaction.

“She’s such a sweet little girl.” Penny said and he nodded.

“That she is.” Maverick said as they walked further into the house. Soon after they had arrived Bradley and Jake arrived and Maverick let them in.

“Hey, Mav.” Bradley said at the same time as Jake said “Hey, Pops.” Jake said and hugged him as well. As soon as you heard Bradley’s voice you came flying out of the room.

“Bradley!” You yelled and his reflexes kicked and caught you when you leaped for him.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Bradley said and hugged him. “Y/N this is Jake.” He introduced Jake and he smiled.

“Hi.” He said and waved and you waved back at him shyly. She was just unsure about him.

“It’s ok. He saved your dad and I.” Bradley said and then you smiled and became yourself again. You wiggled and he put you down and you skipped off to Penny.

“When did you get a kid?” He asked

“I adopted her a few weeks ago.” Maverick said “She lost both of her parts to the Navy.” He said and everything clicked for the boys. While they were standing there a knock was heard and he opened it. It was Mickey, Javy, and Ruben. They all greeted each other and walked further into the house.

“Daddy!” You screeched “Save me!” You giggled as Ameila came chasing you and he picked you up.

“Dang, you got to base.” Amelia giggled and then said hi to the boys.

“Y/N, this is Mickey.” He said

“As in Mickey Mouse?” You asked wide eyed and Mickey chuckled but nodded and screeched.

“This is Javy and Ruben.” He finished and you waved at them excitedly, you were doing so much better than what he anticipated. Just then the doorbell rang. “Do you want to go with me to get that?” Maverick asked you nodded and he walked off with you.

“He’s such a good dad.” Javy said

“He really is.” Mickey replied

“She’s so adorable.” Ruben said and everyone agreed with that.

Maverick opened the door and revealed to Natasha “Hey, Nat. This is Y/N. Y/N this is Natasha.” Maverick and she waved.

“You’re pretty.” You said and she smiled.

“So are you.” She replied back and you blushed and hid your face. “She’s adorable, Mav.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, she is.” He said and he let her in and then set you down when you wanted to be down and then scampered off while rounding the guys up and roping them into playing some type of game.

“Bob is on his way; he has to stop and do something.” Nat already said knowing his question.

“Nat!” You yelled and she looked over at you and you waved her over.

“Looks like I’m being summoned.” She chuckled and left, leaving Maverick to watch his little girl run and be active while wrapping grownups and a teenager around your finger. Penny was on the side setting food and drinks when the doorbell rang and he went to open it.

“Hey, Bob.” He said and Bob smiled.

“Sorry I was late. I wanted to get something for her.” Bob said

“You didn’t have to do that.” Maverick said

“I wanted to.” Bob said and Maverick sighed there was no winning here. You looked up and saw Bob.

“Bob!” You screeched and ran to him giving everyone enough time to break since you were distracted. They loved playing with you but they needed a break. They didn’t have the same energy as you, well maybe Ameila did but that’s different.

“Hi, Y/N.” He said and bent down and hugged you “I got something for you.” He said and your eyes widened.

“You do?” You asked and he nodded and brought his hand from behind his back. It was a stuffed wolf “I do.” He said giving it to you and you had the brightest smile on your face and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you so much!” You said and then scampered off to the rest of the group to show off your pretty wolf as Bob got up.

“You really didn't have to do that but I appreciate it.” Maverick said and Bob smiled.

“Really it was nothing. I saw earlier and had to get her it.” He said and Maverick smiled as they walked to join the rest. The incident that happened before everyone got there was long forgotten.

The cookout was really fun and you were getting tons of energy out while you carried the wolf around. “Daddy, can you hold Simba?” You asked and he smiled.

“Of course.” He said and took it gently and sat on his lap. Of course, you would name the wolf Simba since that was your favorite movie for the time being and who knows it might change.

“Thank you.” You said and scampered off to where Bradley and Jake were waiting for you to play. You continued to play as supper was being made and every now and then you would come and get a drink and then were right back at it. Around 5 PM food was ready.

“Supper is ready!” Maverick hollered out. “Y/N!” He yelled out and you looked up and he waved you in and you scampered over to him with everyone trailing behind. He had already gotten you a plate and had you sit down and eat while everyone else got food and sat where they wanted. As the food disappeared and everyone lazed around you started to rub your eyes and yawn. Maverick had been talking to Bradley, Jake, and Javy when you came up to him.

“I think someone is tired.” Jake said and pointed at you as you walked over to Maverick arms up, hand holding Simba. He smiled and picked you up, you snuggled into him and laid your head on his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly as you clung to Simba and you were out like a light.

“I think you all wore her out.” Maverick chuckled

“More like she wore us out.” Bradley chuckled and everyone agreed.

“She's a wonderful kid.” Jake said

“She's lucky to have you.” Javy added and Maverick smiled.

“Thank you, guys. She's been a major help since the mission. She keeps my mind occupied.” Maverick said and they smiled.

Soon people began to filter out around 9 PM, of course you were tired. They said their goodbyes and comments about you and that just made Maverick smile. He was so glad they approved of you and took you in like you were family. Penny and Amelia were next to last to leave after Maverick insisted that they didn't need to stick around and help besides Bradley said he would and wasn't going to take no for an answer. “I'll start cleaning up while you go and put her down.” Bradley and Maverick nodded as he headed upstairs to your room. When he got there, he pushed the door open and walked in laying you down and quickly getting you changed. He tucked you into bed and you woke up a little bit.

“Daddy?” You asked sleepily.

“Shhhh, it's ok. go Back to sleep.” He said and you nodded and snuggled Simba and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and let up “Goodnight, I love you, Sweetheart.” He said and stood up.

“Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.” You said and that brought tears into his eyes as he smiled and cracked your door. He walked back downstairs Bradley looked up and grew a little concerned.

“Are you ok? Is Y/N, ok?” He asked and Maverick smiled and nodded as tears fell.

“I'm ok. She's ok. We’re both ok.” Maverick said Bradley nodded and continued to clean while Maverick helped. Maverick was finally happy and that empty spot in his heart was finally filled. Everything was perfect. As they cleaned, he kept smiling and thinking to himself how lucky he was to have you. When Bradley finally left it was around 11 PM. He locked the door and the back door and closed the curtains. As he exited each room, he turned lights off and walked upstairs and checked in on you one more time and smiled when you had turned and was snuggling Simba. He then left for his room, got ready for bed and climbed in. He fell asleep quickly knowing you were safe.

Goose and Carole were looking down on him and smiled. “He's happy. He's finally happy.” Carole said.

“He just needed someone and he found that person.” Goose said

“She looks so happy with him.” Your mother, Samantha Dakota, said with tears in her eyes.

“She's grown so much. She has warmed up to him quicker than I thought.” Your father, Blake Dakota, said hugging his crying wife.

“You must be her parents.” Carole said, looking at them and they nodded.

“You have such a wonderful girl.” Goose said “So polite.” He said and they smiled.

“I hate that we left her so soon.” Blake said and Goose smiled.

“I get it. I left Bradley when he was 2.” Goose said and they looked at him “Maverick, the man that adopted your daughter, was my pilot. We got stuck in jet wash and went into a flat spin and I ejected and hit my head.” He said and their hearts broke and Caroles's heart all over again. “He blamed himself and I think having Y/N in his life has finally let him get past that.” He said and they nodded as they watched you sleep.

“We were both on a mission and I was Naval Aviator and got shot down and couldn't eject.” Blake said

“I got shot trying to save a little girl.” Samantha said

“Oh, you poor things.” Carole said and put a hand over her heart.

“Is she going to be, ok?” Samantha asked and Carole nodded.

“She's gonna be perfect. Maverick is a good person. He may have been wild in his younger years but he has settled down. She'll never forget you both.” Carole said smiling and they smiled.

“I'm just glad she's calling him dad.” Blake said

“You'll always be her dad and she knows that. She's not replacing you.” Goose said, reassuring him. That put them at ease. They continued to watch over you both. You were in good hands and that's all they cared about.

You and Maverick were finally happy.

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