#it's about Maverick and a dog

[slidersimp]

Going through some writers block right now, send me and ask with something you’d like to see and I might write a little ficlet for it!!

[abirddogmoment]

Mav was put to rest yesterday. His spine injury was affecting his quality of life and he deserved to go without suffering.

I have a lot of things to say about my beautiful dog. He was funny, he was easygoing, he was versatile, he was charming. But mostly, Mav was beloved. He was loved from his very first breath until his last, and he'll be loved for a long time still. He was loved by everyone he met and by people he'd never get the chance to meet, and he loved the entire world in return.

He was the coolest dog in the world. We could've had a hundred years together and it wouldn't have been enough. But we fit so much love into that little dog, he was full to bursting. And that's something at least.

[censeoceterum]

[compacflt]

do you ever think about/write about how maverick threw goose’s dog tags into the ocean? the letterboxd reviews have me thinking again.

yeah that was literally one of the first little things august 2022 me petulantly retconned . fuck that . he kept one.

in my (and many other ppls) opinion those weren’t mavs to throw away they should’ve stayed with carole

and (i try not to talk about this as much as possible but) it suggests Something about mav & goose’s relationship that the filmmakers thought his dog tags should go to mav instead of to Goose’s wife (though i acknowledge and appreciate the usefulness of the visual metaphor of him saying goodbye to goose at the end of TG) (though that visual metaphor was rendered completely moot by the whole of TGM showing that mav HASNT moved on from goose and only moves on once he has the chance to save roosters life [which is why i retconned it])

ALSO? i am sure I’m not the first person to talk about this? But, to add a second layer of confusion & analysis, uh, the dogtags mav throws into the ocean aren’t goose’s.

I’m reading “metcalf, mike” from the backside. Those are VIPER’s dogtags. for some reason.

now i choose to believe that’s a props issue… someone grabbed the wrong set of tags & they were like ehhh no one will notice… script supervisor not doing their fucking job… so i choose to believe the filmmakers MEANT goose’s dogtags & it doesn’t change the end of the movie for me.

But im interested to hear from you—does that change/add anything to anyone’s analysis to know that mav threw VIPER’s tags into the ocean? there are a lot of really weird implications that come from taking what is probably a props fuck-up at face value!!! (Viper giving mav his tags [weird], viper being mav’s surrogate dad figure, thereby this scene becomes about mav saying goodbye to his FATHER finally,.. etc.)

[tea-time-terrier]

I need to know does the fish ever get identified as a different breed or mix and what's the weirdest or funniest one you've gotten

Oh man all the time! Even if people know what a rat terrier is, they have a little piebald miniature in mind and pigroast is...neither of those.

She is most commonly mis-identified as a miniature pinscher (I get it), a basenji (until they see the nub), and a doberman puppy (???).

My favourite was kelpie mix though <3

Funniest dog pike has mis-identified? A German pinscher. She was 100% convinced it was a rat terrier.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Nicknames That My Cousins Call Their Tiny Dog Maverick Ranked By How Well Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Would Respond to Them:

Mav: Canon, acceptable, and very common. His own son calls him that. He would respond normally.

Mavvy: I'll admit, it seems more suitable for a small white poodle than a small white man. That being said. I think this could be highly affective depending on who it's coming from and in what context it's in. Jokingly, by Goose, and involving alcohol? Mav will always respond ferally.

Rick: I literally never even thought of this one, but it is, in fact, in the name. Not normal. He would respond by being confused in a way that is awkward and not funny.

Ricky: Opposite of the last one. For some reason this one is oddly acceptable. Again, it depends on the person though. I actually can see both Charlie and Carole pulling this one off fantastically. He would respond by acting normal but internally being so caught off guard.

Also, my apologies for Iceman not being mentioned in the list at all. He simply calls Mav Peter when he's in trouble, and this dogs real name is not Peter so it doesn't work.

[academicgangster]

"petting planes like dogs" ma'am, that's a whole-ass planefucker stroking a plane like she's a LADY.

[constellationcrowned]

((I hope Kariom sticks to calling Junyver rakiba even if the repetitive usage will probably end with him getting his head bitten off. Literally.))

[klapollo]

barbie had INCREDIBLE production value, set and costume design, directing etc and i think those were among the best of the year and deserved the highest accolades. but ultimately in terms of writing and acting it's a toy commercial and a silly popcorn movie and frankly it's DEEEEEEEPLY corny and beyond those aspects above it wasn't excellent enough to stand with the big dogs. idk call me a snob but i felt the same way about top gun maverick and avatar 2 getting nominated. the inverse of this is that i feel like some movies try SO HARD to be "oscar bait" without any actual substance or artistic cohesion (like the whale) that the end result is contrived and equally undeserving.

[abirddogmoment]

I've gotten an influx of followers so I wanted to make a post so people know what's going on here without having a scroll through a hundred posts.

First of all, hello! This is a side blog where I post (mostly my own content) about dogs. I'm a wildlife biologist and I've been here for almost a decade at this point. My main blog is mostly for relogs and the occasional vent and that's over at @some-sort-of-ecologist.

This blog primarily featured Maverick, who was my extremely beloved brittany spaniel. We did a lot of really cool things together, including traveling across Canada and trying out a ton of different dog sports, but mostly he was just my little friend I hung out with. He damaged his spine in an irreparable way sometime in 2022 and was compassionately euthanized in June 2023 when he started losing control of his hind end. His tag on this blog is #maverick and you can hide #mav memories if you don't want to see the sad posts after he was gone.

I'm planning on getting another dog in 2024 but won't be posting much here until then. I'll still be around on my main blog and happy to talk about dogs, but I won't be here as much.

Anyway that's about it. These are some of my favourite pictures of Mav and me. He was the coolest dog in the world.

[nixie-deangel]

@redfurrycat 👀👀 Okay, yes!

First:

So Jake goes to Phoenix and Coyote, who he sort of but really doesn't work with on occasion and laments to her about his struggles to Bradley (only doing so because he figures if she just laughs in his face, he can make himself feeling better by killing her) and Javy's been his best friend since they were literally in diapers, so he knows Javy will give him helpful suggestions, but Nat snorts once and then tells him she knows someone who can help him out and introduces him to her wife Callie, who finds Jake fascinating but is willing to help -after getting over the shock of her wife being sort of friends with a serial killer, which is a struggle but they work through.

(no one in this universe is normal or healthy, except maybe Mav and Ice to a degree)

But Callie agrees to take Bradley on as a client and help him work through a lot of his trauma and issues. And it's definitely an uphill battle but eventually Bradley does get mentally healthier, which makes him happier, which makes Jake happier!

(the shock comes with Bradley asking Callie how does he tell Jake that he knows the man makes his money in killing people, without spooking him?? Callie lets out the worlds biggest sigh, downs two fingers of whisky and then suggests maybe just being blunt about it or you can jokingly make him a cake that says you know and have a knife driven through the center of it.

Jake absolutely nearly pisses himself laughing when Bradley gives him the cake and the note explaining he's known since nearly the beginning of their relationship when he sort of followed Jake on a job he had in SD (the last one he took in their city) and had his freak out and acceptance of who Jake is already.)

Secondly:

It's been years, more than a decade since Ice and Mav have seen Bradley - they tried keeping tabs on him but because Bradley had to bounce between rented rooms, sleeping in the bronco and constantly had to move apartments because of rent issues, and he couldn't keep a cellphone plan and had to resort to prepaids, it was hard to do so.

But it's been such a long time and they aren't even sure it's their Bradley at first, because the young man seated across from them in the five star restaurant, sort of looks like their godson but he's draped in silks and gold and with the biggest smile on his face as he sits opposite a man they can't actually see.

They debate between themselves if they should go over and say something but before they can, Bradley and his mystery man are getting up and giggling, so they softly shoving at one another as they amble out of the restaurant and they lose their chance again because before Mav can even make it out of the building, Bradley's being helped into a really expensive car and as soon as he's at the door the stranger is passing the valet something and climbing in and speeding off.

They regret missing their moment but seem to take some comfort with Bradley looking happy and healthy....even if they do seem to get under the impression that maybe Bradley is an escort..

Third:

Brisket!

Bradley has learned over the weeks, months, of them being together that Jake far more favors Bradley's touch, love, smiles and laughter, over physical gifts because Jake once told him that Bradley just being near him, loving him, touching him, letting Jake do the same to him, is enough for him. Which Bradley loves but also hates because he wants to give Jake what Jake gives to him!

But they're coming up on their 1 year anniversary and Bradley desperately wants to give Jake something meaningful to him, to give back to Jake, what he's been given over the past year.

It's a struggle to come up with something, to find something! And it's on midnight walk -Jake's out of town on a job and Bradley struggles to sleep not wrapped up in his arms or wrapped around him- when he stumbles across, quite literally, a box with a puppy in it. He sort of panic picks them up and brings them home and cleans them up and panic looks up what to feed them and then just keeps panicking until the morning and he can get the little puppy to the vet.

(thankfully nothing is really wrong with the puppy, so they only have to stay at the vets for 2 or 3 days, before Bradley can officially come back and adopt them and bring them home)

and it's on the way home, that Bradley panics again because oh shit! he's adopted a dog without telling Jake and then panics again because the puppy still has no name and shit shit shit Jake doesn't know they have a dog now!!!

Which is when he gets the brilliant idea to gift the puppy to Jake as his gift and he just crosses his fingers this doesn't blow up in his face! And to his great surprise Jake absolutely falls in love with the little guy, naming him Brisket because that's what Bradley made for dinner that night!

(Jake absolutely surprises Bradley with his own puppy a few weeks later for his birthday because Bradley is so good with Brisket, so he decides they should totally have another puppy underfoot!

Jake is not so secretly using the dogs as a way to gauge if Bradley would maybe be up for kids one day because Jake literally blue screened when they went back to Texas to visit his family after one of his sister's had a baby and Bradley held it for the first time.

Jake has unbelievable baby fever when it comes to Bradley.)

just got a unhinged Hangster idea where Jake comes from a RICH family and who moonlights as a contract killer and is a serial killer, who meets completely ordinary Bradley, who is just absolutely drowning in debt, most from his mom's medical care and his university school and is working three jobs and just barely managing to scrape by and doesn't question this rich goes sudden interest in him.

nor does Bradly care when Jake starts insisting on buying him things, or paying for things because he's just so tried and lonely and just desperately wants someone to take care of him.

and who better to do that then a hot unhinged man, who seems to have money he wants to spend and just wants to make him happy?

just. Pillow princess pampered Bradley (it's what he deserves!!!) and service top Jake, who's covered in blood and blushing so pretty as Bradley breathily tells him how good he is, while he rails Bradley within an inch of his life.

I just have a mighty need y'all.

[compacflt]

what dog would icemav get?

im guessing no mangy devil chihuahuas or rescues (compacflt can't be seen with anything but a purebreed) golden retriever might be too on the nose, how about a malinois or a german shepherd maybe an english bulldog (ugly)

idk. i don’t really have a dog in this fight (i don’t care) (pun intended). but it definitely would have to be like a Real Dog. yeah nothing smaller than 70 lbs. a Real Dog. other than that i don’t have any opinions. could be a mutt or a rescue! but it would have to be, you know, handsome and upstanding and like, a Real Dog that you can, like, do stuff with. it is very cliche and on the nose and maybe im only saying this bc i, like, don’t care at all about dogs but ice does seem like the white lab/golden retriever guy and mav strikes me as a german shepherd guy. there are many reasons i don’t think they would ever have a dog (what would they do with the dog?) but not being able to agree on the breed might be one reason they never get a dog. arguing and bickering etc

[mickandmusings]

love you, miss you, mean it (ii)

*part two of the original!*

**read part one here!**

pairing: bob floyd x f!kazansky reader

word count: 3.6k

summary: during his time back at topgun, bob finds a found family within the daggers. now that the special detachment mission is over, the daggers are being recognized for their success, and all of their families are gathered around them. when rooster recognizes an esteemed guest arrive with shiny new wedding bands, bets are on who the admiral's daughter is married to.

based on this ask! (thanks for the best ideas frank <3)

warnings: mentions of injury and hospitals, a small section of angst, dagger family love, phoenix being my fav ever, angst followed by more bubble gum fluff.

-

Years later, after a long engagement and an intimate backyard wedding, flight school and master's programs, TOPGUN (the first time,) and a handful of deployments and moves, Bob and Y/N Floyd now lived in a cottage-style home not far from the beaches of North Island. Well, they did for the past few months, since Bob got his call back to TOPGUN. Y/N didn't mind, she knew what she was signing up for when she married a Navy man, she only missed Bob now more than ever. She occupied her time by walking their dog, visiting her Dad who lived only a ten minute drive away, and rewatching her favorite TV show while she waited for Bob to come home at night. This mission had been different from the others, not that Bob nor her Dad could tell her much, the details had been fairly secretive. Y/N only knew that Bob left early in the morning, almost always before the sun, pushing his glasses up his nose and kissing her forehead. He'd return home after the sun had set, reeking of jet fuel and sweat. He'd be exhausted and dirty, but he'd make sure to take his sleeping wife from the couch to their shared bed before going to shower the day off of him. He'd be gone by the time she woke every morning, but there was always a post-it on her coffee mug in his scratchy handwriting:

Love you, miss you, mean it.

Y/N knew about his new teammates, the cocky Hangman, the kind and charming Rooster, the pranking, jokester duo of Payback and Fanboy, the smooth talking Coyote, and of course the infamous Maverick, who she knew better as Uncle Mav. Maverick had been in and out of her house throughout her whole life, which Bob was somewhat shocked and also unsurprised to know. She knew every time he was about to go into the air, accompanied by his new partner, Phoenix, who he talked about most of all. Y/N would hear her phone ding with a message, checking it quickly to see Bob's name flash across the screen.

In the air with Phoe, love you, miss you, mean it. x

The phrase that had started as an inside joke had slowly become a term of love that she looked forward to every day. It gave her something to look forward to, a sign that he was okay, that at least for a brief moment in time, he was okay.

After a week or so into his new training, Y/N began to notice some differences in her husband. He was still mostly himself-quiet but talkative in her presence, talking about his day with an upbeat attitude, but any mention of their present mission would send the corners of his smile downward a bit. Y/N didn't fully understand why, but with the amount of talented pilots and WSO's on this mission, she knew it was a dangerous one.

Several days later, Y/N woke up feeling...out of place. She had woken earlier than normal, considering how late she had stayed up waiting for Bob to get home. She felt uneasy, but blamed it on her lack of sleep. She continued her routine like normal-coffee, breakfast, walking the dog, starting the laundry-but every time she started a new task her mind began to wander. She knew she was likely overreacting, her mind playing tricks on her. When she came in from her walk, she immediately checked her phone, her thoughts taking over. She breathed a sigh of relief, there were no terrible messages or missed calls, only random notifications from her installed apps. Y/N still feels shaky for reasons she can't explain, so she reaches for the one person she always calls when she feels this way. It rings for a few seconds before the call picks up and her father's voice fills her ears.

"Hey, pumpkin! What's going on?"

Y/N sighs, biting her lip.

"Hey, Dad, sorry to bother you at work, I just, I've got a bad feeling I can't shake...I-I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Hey, hey, none of that. Nothing's wrong with you," her father's voice was calm and comforting. "Remember what we do when you have thoughts like this?"

Y/N was about to respond when her phone beeped with another incoming phone call from an unidentified number. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, she recognized the local area code.

"Dad, let me call you back, I'm getting a call."

Her father signed off quickly, and Y/N's heart hammered as she answered the other number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Y/N Floyd?"

"Um, yes, this is she. May I ask who's calling?"

"Mrs. Floyd, this is the Naval Medical Center of San Diego. You've been listed as the emergency contact of Lt. Robert Floyd-"

Y/N's ears seemed to flood with water, unable to hear anything the nurse on the other line was saying as she sank onto the nearby chair, forcing her brain to tune into the words coming through the speaker.

"He is in stable condition, he is alert with no serious injuries. We would just like to keep him overnight for further observation."

"O-Okay, um, thank you. Am I allowed to see him?"

"Of course, he's in room 431, just visit the desk before to get a visitor's pass."

"Thank you."

Y/N hung up the phone and collapsed against the back of the sofa, her chest heavy and eyes overwhelming with tears. Her phone beeps, reminding her that her father was still on hold. She takes a deep breath, wiping away her flurry of tears before pressing the button and rising form the couch, in search of her keys.

"Hey, everything alright?" Her dad's soft voice entered her ears.

"Uh, no, no," She couldn't keep her resolve, her tough facade faltering quickly. She knew that Bob was fine, that he hadn't been hurt, but the phone call had terrified her. "Bobby and his partner had to emergency eject, he's at the hospital. I-the nurse said he was fine, but it scared the shit out of me, Dad."

She pulled her keys from the bowl by the door, all but racing towards her car as her father tried to calm her, reassuring her everything was fine.

-

Bob leans back against the pillow on the hospital bed, his few scratches and cuts already bandaged. Phoenix had been the same, the dark haired pilot now sitting in a chair next to her backseater's bedside.

"My wife is gonna kill me," Bob's quiet voice finally broke the silence, his eyes toward the ceiling.

Phoenix wasn't an idiot-she knew that her partner had a wife. Bob was quiet, private, especially with the other members of the squad, but Phoenix was incredibly observant. She noted the gold band on the chain around his neck under his flight suit, and the Polaroid picture of him and a girl tucked into his chest he glanced at from time to time. She'd never press him to talk about it, but she noticed.

"Doubt it," came her reply. "She's probably freaking out though. Not a common occurrence that your loved ones have to eject a fighter jet."

Bob's eyebrows raised, "When your father is the Commander of the US Pacific Fleet, you get used to it."

Phoenix's eyes widened, her jaw dropping. "Holy shit, Floyd! You married an Admiral's daughter?! Iceman's daughter, no less! I never would have thought that. Innocent little Bob, with an Admiral's daughter."

Bob chuckles lightly, sitting up with a slight groan. Footsteps sounded behind them, Y/N appearing before both of them. She had been crying, Bob noted quickly, her clothes disheveled as if she had simply ran out of the house.

"Baby," Bob's voice came, Y/N saying nothing as she approached him, doing nothing but wrapping her arms around his torso, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. She nearly cried at his familiar touch, his familiar smell-jet fuel, sweat, the lingering scent of his cologne. Any other time, she would've pushed him off lightly, telling him he needed a shower, but now, she wouldn't have cared if he smelled like rotting food. Bob's muscular arms held her tight, kissing the top of her head.

"Robert Floyd, you scared the living shit out of me. Never do that again."

He knew his wife's words were in jest, she had been shaken by the news of his ejection, but was thankful he was okay. The couple broke apart, Y/N's hands pushing Bob's hair that had fallen in his face, his hands on either side of her hips. Y/N turned to the girl in the chair, her face clouding over with embarrassment.

"I am so sorry, I completely barged in without even speaking. You must be Phoenix. I've heard so much about you, it's so great to meet you. I'm Y/N."

Phoenix smiles, "Natasha, it’s great to meet you too. Although I can’t say the same, Bob here keeps all intel about you on pretty tight lock. Don’t blame him though, the others would probably give him hell for snagging an Admiral’s daughter.”

Y/N blushes but laughs heartedly at Phoenix’s jab, the two quickly falling into a conversation with one another. Bob sits back and watches, his thumb rubbing his wife’s diamond ring and wedding band where their hands intertwined. As he watched the two women bond, he began to think of the rest of his found family. He wanted to introduce Y/N to the other Daggers, for his favorite people to finally all know one another.

-

The perfect opportunity presented itself in the form of the Daggers’ recognition ceremony after their successful mission. All of the Daggers and their respective families would be present, and of course, Ice would be there as well, as long as numerous other Navy personnel.

Under the summer sun of North Island, each of the Daggers sported their dress whites, their families in chairs in the crowd. Bob sat next to Phoenix, the pair exchanging knowing glances when people they knew arrived, or when certain family members arrived in a sort of over-the-top fashion. Phoenix had nudged him harshly with her elbow when Y/N arrived, dazzling in her sundress, sunglasses over her eyes as her arm was interlaced with her father’s.

“Since when was Ice Spice married?” Rooster’s voice sounded amongst the small crowd the Daggers had formed. “I swear I saw rings on her left hand. I mean I haven’t actually seen her since we were like sixteen, but I didn’t know she got married.”

“Ice Spice? The hell are you talking about, Bradshaw?” Hangman’s southern accent responded, eyes squinting as he looked into the crowd. “You mean Admiral Kazansky’s daughter? ‘Ice Spice’ where’d that come from?”

“It was her nickname, we grew up around the same people, most of the kids nicknames were extensions of their Dad’s call signs. Baby Goose,” he gestured to himself. “Ice Spice.” He gestured to Y/N. “I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend though, God I’m out of the loop.”

Bob couldn’t help but grin to himself, almost glad he’d not told anyone other than Phoenix, whose brown eyes were piercing the side of his head, as if to say ‘are you gonna say something?!’

“She’s gotta be married to someone here, though, right?” Coyote’s voice sounded. “Not like she’s coming to all her Dad’s events for shits and giggles. My money’s on someone higher up, some other Admiral or something.”

Fanboy scoffs, “Who? Cyclone?” His voice is laced with sarcasm.

“No fucking way,” came Payback’s reply. “She’s way too good looking for someone like him. Way too young too, he’s ancient next to her.”

All Dagger eyes were locked on Y/N from across the pavilion, her smile wide as she spoke with another Admiral’s wife Bob couldn’t quite remember the name of.

“I’m gonna go with Javy’s theory. Nobody under Ice would be man enough to try to date his daughter. I’m a cocky son of a bitch, but one look from Iceman makes sweat roll down my back.” Hangman’s response was honest.

“He’s not so bad,” Bradley spoke. “But you’re not wrong, he’s one hell of an intimidating man. You’d have to have balls of steel to approach him about dating his daughter, especially if you’re under him.”

Bob smirked, remembering just how nervous he had been on Tom Kazansky’s front door at seventeen years old.

“What about you two? Where are you placing your bets?” Mickey looked over at Bob and Natasha.

Phoenix’s smile widens into a sly grin, the one she gets when she proves Rooster wrong, or gets one over on Hangman in the air.

“Girl like her-gorgeous, high-ranking father, everyone seems to love her. My guess is on someone you’d never expect, someone out of left field.”

Hangman nods, contemplating. “What about you Baby on Board?”

Bob’s eyes widen beneath his glasses as he scrambles for a thought. He looks over at his wingman, Phoenix giving him a look that undoubtably means to play along with it.

“Uh, I gotta go with Nat’s theory.”

��Course you do,” Coyote jokes. “So $100 on the bets, winning team take all?”

The Daggers agree unanimously, Phoenix’s grin almost slimy with satisfaction.

“Floyd,” a slap on Bob’s shoulder jolts him into sitting straight before turning to look at where the voice came from. “Good to see you, man. Haven’t seen you and the missus around much lately.”

“Admiral Jones, good to see you,” Bob shakes the older man’s hand with a firm grip. “They’ve been keeping me busy. I think we’re coming to the barbecue Sunday, you and Mrs. Jones enjoy Boston? How were the grandkids?”

The Daggers watch intently as the most reserved member of their group chats animatedly with an Admiral that they’d only seen in passing, Phoenix stifling a chuckle at the secret only she seems to know. The Admiral walks away after a moment, and Bob turns back to the group, who all look at him as if waiting for an explanation.

“Neighbor,” came Bob’s short reply.

“Missus?” Rooster’s voice speaks, his whiskey colored eyes shooting down to Bob’s hands, his wedding band glimmering in the sun. “I’ve never seen you with that.”

“Oh, no, probably not,” Bob starts. “Wear it on my dog tags when we’re in the air.”

“Bob’s married, and we’re all bachelors? Never saw that coming.” Hangman’s voice pipes up.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Payback’s retort is the last chuckle as the ceremony begins.

Admiral Kazansky opens the ceremony, introducing Maverick and the other members respectively, honoring them and finishing out the ceremony as quickly as professional. As the service ends, the Daggers distribute but keep close quarters, looking to see who the Kazansky girl ends up running to. Meanwhile, Phoenix watches as Bob interacts with nearly every member of high-ranking in attendance. He goes from bumbling, awkward Bob, to some other version of himself that makes dad jokes and has a firm handshake.

“Well Phoe,” Rooster speaks as he sits down in the chair next to her. “The only person I’ve seen her hug is Mav, and I know it’s not him. Should I just ask her myself?”

Phoenix face breaks out into a full blown smile as she watches Y/N make a quick sprint through the crowd of Navy uniforms to get to her husband, her arms thrown around his neck as her smile could blind.

“Won’t be necessary, Roo. I think the mystery has been solved, and I’m about to be $300 richer.”

Rooster’s eyes cut to his childhood friend embracing his teammate, Bob’s hands resting respectively on her waist, his blue eyes locked on his wife.

“Holy shit. Bob? And Ice Spice? Jesus-you-“ he turns to face Natasha. “You knew!”

“They’re high school sweethearts. Got married right after he finished the Academy, been together ever since. Live in one of those cute cottage houses by Penny’s, got a Corgi named Solo. Frequent guests at most Navy personnel barbecues, birthdays, weddings-it was Bob’s story, didn’t seem right for me to tell.”

Rooster sighs, standing to tell Coyote who stood talking with his sister. Javy’s eyes widen, looking over at the couple who is now talking to another Admiral and his wife, Y/N’s laugh fading into the crowd of voices. Javy nudges Jake talking beside him, Jake’s cocky grin fading as Mickey and Rueben have both already noticed. Their looks of shock fade momentarily as Bob pulls Y/N towards their direction, a smile plastered onto his face. Y/N’s smile is bright, her arm intertwined with her husbands, her pastel purple dress blowing in the sea breeze.

“Floyd! Got somethin’ you’d like to tell us?” Hangman’s shit-eating grin faced Bob.

Bob let’s out a chuckle. “Y/N, meet the one and only Hangman.”

Y/N smiles, nodding, “Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Seresin.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Hangman gives Bob a wink as Bob flips him off in response.

“Ignore him, baby.” Bob’s voice is full of good-natured humor, used to the teasing. “The tall one is Coyote, next to him is Payback, Fanboy, of course you know Phoe, and R-“

“Bradley Bradshaw,” his wife’s voice speaks. “How long has it been?”

She approaches Rooster with her arms wide open, Bradley reciprocating her hug.

“Too long, Ice Spice. How’d a nice girl like you end up with our Bob here?”

Y/N’s eyes furrow, her smile never faltering. “Um, when Dad and I moved, Bobby and I went to the same high school, been together ever since, high school sweethearts.” Her eyes sparkled as they met Bob’s sapphire ones, her arm going back around his arm. “What can I say? He’s a charmer.”

The Daggers hovered for nearly an hour, all taking turns swapping stories with Bob and his wife, getting to know one another. They mostly told stories to embarrass Bob, jabbing at him and his ‘balls of steel’ for not only dating, but marrying an Admiral’s daughter. Commending him on his royal stupidity for hiding his wife from them, all commenting that she was infinitely cooler than Bob himself. Bob took them all in stride, giving Y/N a kiss to her head before Phoenix began chatting with his wife. Standing in the center of the big group of people he considered family, his wife on his arm, charming them all, his heart swelled in his chest, warmness blooming, the same warmth he had felt when he spent time in the Kazansky house-true familial love, understanding someone without having to say a word.

As the Daggers split off one by one, leaving only Bob and Y/N, he pulled her close, hand on her waist, the setting sun and light breeze a picturesque backdrop for their night.

“Hey, Floyd?” His wife’s sweet voice reached his ears.

“Yeah, Floyd?” He chuckled back, pulling her in closer, leaving a kiss on her temple.

“We should have a celebration of your successful mission. A real one, not a formal one like this. We could invite everyone, all the Daggers, and their families. We haven't had Nat around at the house yet, and Dad would love it, would give him and Uncle Mav more time to conjure up how to terrorize the Navy even further.”

Bob nods, “I like that idea. Sounds good, I’ll text the group, see what weekend works best." His voice turns serious. "Thank you, baby, you’ve always been my biggest supporter, feel like I don’t tell you that enough.”

His wife is quiet for a moment, her focus on her shoes walking on the ground. She looks up at him, her expression serious.

“I’m proud to call you my husband. Always have been, but just thought I should remind you. And as much as I’ve missed you through this special training, it’s nice to see you have other people who take care of you, appreciate you like I do.” She’s quiet before she starts again. “All that to say, love you, missed you, mean it.”

Bob laughs loudly into the air, stopping to pull his wife into a proper kiss, one a tad more inappropriate than the chaste ones he’d given her after the ceremony. The two finally break after a need for air arises, their pupils blown wide as they stare at one another.

“How long do you think we have until your Dad notices we’re not at his place for dinner?” Bob’s voice is deeper, sultry.

“Long enough,” his wife replies. Bob smiles and picks her up into his arms bridal style, her laughter boisterous as he races her back to his trusty pick-up truck parked close by, his chest so full of love for her he simply can’t contain his wide grin filling his face.

As he starts the truck and peels out of the parking lot, he looks over at his wife, her curled hair blowing in the wind from the rolled down window, her pastel purple dress highlighting her best features. He’s hit with a wave of nostalgia, a younger version of his wife in this same truck-her hair a bit longer, her eyes still wide with new love, a purple corsage on the same hand where a wedding band now sits.

“What?” She giggles, noticing his stare on her as they’re stopped at a red light.

“You’re beautiful.” She blushes pink, just like she had at the bottom of her childhood home’s staircase, the night Bobby had uttered those words through a shaking voice.

He thinks of seventeen-year-old Bobby, the version of himself who had said those words for the first time, more in love with Y/N now than he was then. If only seventeen-year-old Bobby could see him now, maybe he wouldn’t have been shaking with nerves, sweating through his rented tux. Bob smiles to himself as Y/N leans to turn the radio up, a folk song they both love.

He shakes his head, maybe it’s best his younger version didn’t know the outcome. The nerves were good, healthy. Even shaking, stammering teenage Bobby had more nerve than he thought. After all, he was there to pick up an Admiral’s daughter.

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Wait will you eventually write about what happened when Maverick caught Jake and Bug?

Just really love Bug and her Hangman ❣️

I'M GLAD SOMEONE ELSE THINKS ABOUT THEM AS MUCH AS I DO.

Jake and Bug

What could Bug do other than invite her father inside? "I'm just gonna get dressed," she said as Jake shut the door behind Maverick.

Maverick, who's daughter he had just been inside of. Maverick, who's daughter had just been calling Jake Daddy!

It was kind of scary how silent Maverick was as he walked towards the kitchen. Jake was lost, and a bit terrified. Maverick was loud when he was angry, not like this.

Jake took one step towards the bedroom.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Like a dog with it's tail tucked between it's legs, Jake followed Maverick to the kitchen. "Sit down," Maverick said as he pulled out a chair.

Jake sat.

Maverick didn't sit right away. It was the only time he was ever standing above Jake, taller than him. The way Jake wouldn't meet his eyes was, well, hilarious. But Maverick wasn't laughing.

Bug walked into the kitchen and froze. There was her... what was he? He wasn't exactly her boyfriend (not yet, anyway). But he was clearly terrified of her dad.

"Sit down," Maverick said again as he pulled out the seat opposite Jake. She didn't need to be told twice as she sat down, and Maverick stood at the head of the table. "I can't believe this," he said.

She looked at her hands folded in her lap, somewhat guilty as her dad berated her. She just sat there, taking it as her dad expressed his anger, disgust and disappointment.

And Jake? Well, he was getting angry. It would have been so much better if Maverick was shouting at him, he could have taken it. But Bug looked ready to cry.

Jake reached his hand across the table. "C'mere, Bug," he said, interrupting Maverick.

When she placed her hand in his, he squeezed and turned his attention to Maverick. "I get that she's your daughter, Mav, I really do," he said, jaw set. "But she's a grown woman. She can make her own choices and she chose to love me." He could feel her staring at him, but he didn't meet her gaze. "And I love her."

Maverick shook his head. "She's ten years younger than you, Hangman! She's..." She's my little girl.

Suddenly, Bug faced her father. "He's right, dad. I'm an adult, and it was my decision to... be with Jake." Maverick's head dropped at that. "I-I think you should go," she said to her father as she stood up.

Maverick didn't push back, didn't argue. He followed his daughter to the front door. What did he think? That she was going to beg for his forgiveness like when she was a little girl! Of course not. What Jake had said was right, she was a woman now.

"I'll speak too you soon," she said quietly as she pulled open the door. No 'goodbye', nothing. Maverick walked out of the apartment, and she shut the door in his face.

As soon as the door was shut, she was running through her apartment, back to Jake. He pushed his chair back and she crawled into his lap. "I'm sorry, Bug," he whispered against her hair. Soft Jake was a rarity, unless he was with her.

She blinked up him, looking so pretty in his lap. That was when Jake noticed she was still wearing one of his shirts. "Did you mean what you said? That you love me?"

There was a moment, one that had her heart racing, where Jake said nothing. It was awful. But then he nodded. "I wanted to take you on a proper date before I said anything, but yeah, Bug. I love you."

Throwing her arms around his neck, Bug planted a kiss on his lips. One that had Jake cradling the back of her head. "I love you too, Jakey." She kissed all over his face and down his neck. "Now, about that date..."

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modern!steve harrington x you

712 words

warnings: this is a small follow up to "We Got Love" , it's not necessary to read that fic first, but I think you'll enjoy it more if you do | We'll revisit these two again on October 31st, so don't hate me too much | alcohol mentions

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Yeah, so now he’s really fucked.

Your lips smack together, rubbing the ruby red over them in the mirror. They quirk up on the ends when you spot him over your shoulder.

“Hey Goose.”

His hands land on your hips, a little less precise than normal, though in their rightful place nonetheless. His thumb swipes over bare skin, just above where a pilot’s flight suit is knotted around your waist, midriff exposed under a white t-shirt you’ve cropped. His aviators are pushed up on to the top of your head.

Steve’s lips skim behind your ear, a whispered “Maverick,” slipped out of them and pressed to your sparkling skin that smells like his soap.

He’s so deeply, utterly, tremendously, fucked.

Your hum turns into a sigh that mixes with a giggle when his arms wrap around you tighter, resting over your stomach and drawing you back against him as his mouth delves lower to the collar of your shirt.

“Steve-” you scold around a yelp of surprise when he rolls his hips against your ass, the movement making you fall forward and needing to brace yourself on the bathroom sink, your drink in the other hand sloshing dangerously close to your white top.

He thinks long and hard about his next words, probably too hard for something so easy and simple. His hand engulfs your shoulder and gently pushes until you’re spinning to face him. His fingers drag down the chain of the fake dog tags and pull you closer as you blink up at him with wide bambi eyes and pursed red lips.

He’s about to do something so dumb. He knows it.

“Say my name again?” He whispers as his other hand reaches up to cup your jaw.

A thumb brushes over your cheek so tender, so delicately, like you’re about to disintegrate right from under his touch if he holds you too fiercely. Steve’s hair is wild, like he’s run his hands through it a million times in the two minutes you were apart, his eyes equally so. Lost in a billion different thoughts and clouded with liquid courage infused lust.

Your cup lifts between your chests, your finger running over the rim as you tilt your head and blink longer than you need to, fluttering your lashes as you whisper:

“Steve.”

It’s fun to watch your boyfriend melt in front of you from something so simple. Fun to let the butterflies in your stomach take the reigns and lean into the feeling for once instead of letting your brain wonder if it’s all too much too fast. Fun to let your eyes track his swallow when you kiss his thumb that brushed over your lips as you said his name.

Your cup is still crushed between your chests that heave in equal anticipation as you continue to speak softly against the pad of his thumb, “That what you wanted baby? Just came in here to hear me say your name?”

“Like when you call me baby,” Steve mumbles, staring at your nose that scrunches when you smile.

“Yeah?”

It’s not his fault, not when you look at him like that. Like he’s the greatest thing to ever walk on this earth, like you’ve got little hearts that match his in your eyes. It can’t be his fault when he knows how you feel, or well, he thinks he knows, because you said it in your sleep a few weeks ago and he’s just not sure how to tell you he feels the same way. Not his fault when you’re in matching Halloween costumes like idiots in love, touching him all night, leaving lipstick on his cheek so everyone knows he’s taken. That he’s yours.

‘Cause christ, is he yours. He’s so yours.

The words are so stuck on his tongue, weighed down by too much tequila and slightly soured by the orange he chased it with. His movements are clumsy, his heart is beating so god damn fast-

Red punch splashes against a white top.

The word shit slips from your mouth, but a different words rings in his ears as the room gets a little hazy.

Bullshit.

He’s bullshit.

Love is bullshit.

Steve Harrington’s love is bullshit, and why did he ever think this could be different?