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blackwidownat2814 · 1 year

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Magical Mystery Ride (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x plus size!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x librarian!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Garcia!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x latina!reader

Word Count: 4719

A/N: This was written for @roosterforme's Love Is In the Air challenge. The song I chose was John Legend's romantic hit, All of Me; it's what inspired the title! Thanks once again to the incomparable, amazing, sweet @jobean12-blog for her help beta-ing and letting me bounce ideas off her when I'd get stuck.

Trigger Warnings: Bob has an accident that isn't described. Jake has an accident that is described. Depressed Jake. Negative feelings of self-worth. I know absolutely nothing about comas because I am not a doctor.

‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog.⚠️‼️

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You didn’t think you’d be back here so soon. The pale cream walls of BMC MCAS Miramar taunted you as you made your way down the hall. Everyone had just been here a few weeks before when Bob had been recovering from a training accident. You weren’t privy to the details of said accident, but all you knew was that Jake was directly at fault.

And even though Bob forgave Jake, the guilt was absolutely crushing him.

You hadn’t been to see Bob in the first couple of days after the accident because you knew he was going to feel overwhelmed with the squad, Mav, Penny, and quite a few others checking on him. You sent a ‘Get Well’ gift with Mickey and you texted with him regularly. When you finally went to go see him, you heard Jake’s raised voice.

“How can you say that to me Bob?” Jake snapped. “How can you forgive me for that stupid mistake when it almost cost you your life?”

“Jake, did you do it on purpose? Did you do that with the express purpose of killing me?” Bob asked quietly. You could hear Jake stammering, like he was so appalled that Bob would ask him that and he just couldn’t form an answer.

“Hell no. Of course not!” he cried. “I may act like an asshole, and tease you like we were kids in school, but I’m not that guy. You’re one of my favorite people, man. Dewey loves you like you were another brother, and I love her, so…”

“Then why shouldn’t I forgive you?” Jake didn’t respond, so you made some noise to alert them you were heading their way.

You walked into Bob’s hospital room with a smile and went to greet him first.

“Hey Bobbers, how are you feeling?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Good.” You gave him a kiss on the temple and turned to see an expressionless look on Jake’s face. You pulled him into a hug, which he seemed less than enthusiastic to return. “Jake?”

Jake wouldn’t look at you. His eyes focused on the floor.

“I, uh…I’m gonna go now.”

“But J-” He swept out of Bob’s hospital room without so much as a ‘goodbye’ to either of you. You were staring at the doorway your boyfriend had just walked out of when you heard your name being called, your real name. You went and took a seat at Bob’s bedside.

“He’s just beating himself up over what happened. Jake’s one of the best–don’t you ever tell him I said that–and so when he messed up, and someone got hurt, it threw him for a loop.”

“I just wish I knew how to help him.”

“Just give him time Dewey.”

You gave him time. Everyone did. Bob was released several days later, and Jake wouldn’t look him in the eye when Bob (once again) told him that he forgave him.

“I mean it Jake”, Bob said. “You don’t need to hold this over yourself. You didn’t do it on purpose. I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.” Jake picked up his things and turned back towards him. “You shouldn’t forgive me. I ruin every good thing I touch.”

That’s the day it started…at least, that’s what Bob and the others told you. Jake started to be more reckless with his flying. Jake was no longer dripping in confidence to which everyone was accustomed. Mickey would tell you that he appeared to lose his confidence, in his abilities to be the best and just about everything else.

You saw it too, if you were lucky to see him. When you did see him, he barely held you; at first it was just holding your hand and kisses at the corner of your mouth. It eventually whittled down to no touches or kisses at all. He barely acknowledged you, except for saying ‘Hey’ when he noticed you were around. You knew what was happening: he was pulling away.

You did everything you could to show him that despite his mistake, you still loved him and you always would. Jake wouldn’t accept that, however, so you decided not to push anymore. You’d be there when he was ready, but you wouldn’t push because you knew that would only drive him farther away.

You stood in the doorway of Room 2188, watching the gentle rise and fall of Jake’s chest. His sister, Lauren (Jesse and Isla’s mom), was sitting with him

“You know, Jake, the girls miss you. They keep asking when they can see Uncle Jake.” She sniffled a little before continuing. “So I’m going to need you to wake up. For them, for me, for Leslie, for Coyote and all your other friends…but especially for your girl. I know you love her and she loves you. You miss him somethin’ awful, don’t ya, Dewey?”

You hadn’t realized she knew you were there.

“Very much”, you replied. Lauren stood as you walked over and hugged her. “Any change?”

“None.” You could see she was tired. She’d spent the entire night at the hospital since you weren’t allowed to. You and Jake weren’t married so you weren’t ‘family’.

“Go get some rest. Get you a shower and something to eat. The girls are probably tired of Rooster and Coyote. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“I think it’s more the other way around to be honest.” She gave you a big hug before gathering her things to leave. “Thanks Dewey. We’ll get our Jake back soon.”

“I hope so.” Lauren shut the door as she left. You leaned forward and kissed Jake’s hair since his face had several bruises that you didn’t want to aggravate. You sat down in the chair Lauren had been occupying and reached forward for Jake’s hand. You made sure to avoid touching his side, where he was still healing from being impaled by a piece of debris (he had been lucky because the piece of jagged metal had missed major organs).

Before you could speak, there was a knock at the door and Dr. Bast stepped in.

“Hello Miss Garcia. How’s our favorite librarian today?” The doctor’s English accent was soothing and helped calm your nerves.

“Ok as I can be Doc.”

“That is quite understandable.” Dr. Bast picked up Jake’s chart and started reading over the notes made by the night nurses.

“So, any theories as to why he hasn’t woken up yet?” you asked.

“Unfortunately not. While he has no swelling in his brain, he did get thrown against the ground harder than we would like, so that’s what caused the traumatic brain injury, therefore the coma. It could’ve been worse, had he not been wearing a helmet.”

You looked back at Jake, and brushed the hair from his forehead. “I need you to come back to me cowboy, okay? Please.”

“Don’t worry Miss Garcia, your lieutenant will be alright, even if I can’t tell you when. He’s improving each day.” Dr. Bast smiled at you from the other side of Jake’s hospital bed. “Just keep talking to him, he’ll hear you.”

“I always thought that was a myth.”

“Patients may not hear every single thing, but they still hear you. Anyways, I’ve also got a surprise for you: You’re being allowed overnight stays with Lt. Seresin.”

Your head whips around to the doctor.

“Really?” He nods and you shoot out of your seat to pull him into a hug. “Thanks so much Dr. Bast, I really appreciate it.”

“It was nothing. Now, I’ll leave you to it. We’ll be back to check on him later.”

You resume your post next to Jake’s bed once again, but you suddenly couldn’t stand the quiet, so you switched on the tv and were deep in commentary about a movie you were watching on Netflix called Set It Up (“You know, if you look real close at when Charlie and Harper are having pizza, you can see the exact moment he falls in love with her, I swear!”) when there was a knock at the door and your brother and Reuben stepped in.

“Hey hermanita.”

“Little Garcia.”

You stood and both men gave you almost bone-crushing hugs and pulled up chairs.

“Thanks for visiting guys.”

“Of course. We needed to see how Jake was doing”, replied Mickey. He took a deep breath before continuing. “But we also came because we wanted to talk to you.”

“Fanboy, maybe we shouldn’t–”

“She needs to know man”, Mickey said, cutting off his pilot.

“But–”

“Guys! What are you talking about? What do I need to know?” you asked as you looked at your brother and Reuben.

“About the conversation we had with Jake the day of his accident.”

“What did he say Mickey?”

“You have to understand, he felt like shit after what happened to Bob. All of us could see he’d lost confidence in himself and he wasn’t flying like we all know he should’ve been…”

“You need to get out of your head Hangman, or you’re going to make my sister a widow before you can make her a wife.”

Jake felt the hurt of that comment in his spine. It had been so long since Fanboy, or anyone for that matter, had said his callsign with such disdain, so it only piled on the hatred Jake was already feeling for himself. It also didn’t help that he’d taken Fanboy to lunch to ask for his blessing to propose to Dewey a few days before Bob’s accident.

“Well, maybe she’d be better off without me. I was the reason her best friend got hurt, and he could’ve died”, Jake said. No one had ever heard him sound so defeated. “Besides, I know you never liked me for her…” Fanboy sighs.

“Jake…man, that’s not what I sa–” Jake cuts him off.

“You thought it though.” Fanboy was getting increasingly worried as the conversation continued. “Maybe I should just go. I’m probably only going to fuck up her life.”

“Jake.”

Before Jake could reply, he heard a horrible sound coming from his jet’s engines and alarms began going off in the cockpit. He heard Payback and Fanboy calling out to him.

“Hangman, what’s going on?!”

“Is it a bird strike?” he heard Fanboy call out over coms.

“No, there’s something wrong with the engines!” Suddenly he heard another grinding sound and then his left wing was on fire.

“Hangman! Eject!” Maverick’s panicked voice came through his headset. “Eject!”

“Extinguishing left engine!” Jake went through the process of trying to quell the fire in the engine, when an alarm went off signaling the failure of his right engine. “Damn it! Extinguishing right engine!”

“HANGMAN! EJECT NOW!” Memories of the day of Phoenix and Bob’s crash years before played through Jake’s mind as Maverick screamed at him. He tried starting the engines once more, if only to gain a bit more altitude so he could eject safely. That did the same as it had when Phoenix tried it and it sent Jake’s Super Hornet spiraling.

Jake pulled the ejection handle and flew upwards as his jet made impact and exploded, sending debris flying at him. He cried out in pain as he looked down to see a piece of metal sticking out of the left side of his abdomen.

And because luck was not on his side, a gust of wind sent him careening towards the ground. The impact was enough to knock him completely out and as the darkness crept into his vision, his last thought was of you.

“...and if that hadn’t happened, he probably wouldn’t be in a coma”, Mickey said. You had tears streaming down your face by the time Mickey finished (an abridged version) of his story. Your brother and Reuben pulled you into a group hug.

“I’m sorry Little Garcia”, Reuben said. “I know he’s going to be okay. He’ll be back to normal, showin’ us all up in no time.”

“I hope so Reuben”, you replied. “Thank you for telling me.”

“No problem hermanita.”

Mickey and Reuben stayed a couple more hours, eventually leaving only because they had training to get to.

Eventually, Dr. Bast returned to do his nightly check on Jake, so you went down to the cafeteria to pick something up for your dinner.

The doctor was gone by the time you got back, so you settled in the chair and flipped the tv on just so you had something on in the background. After dinner, Bob and Phoenix stopped by for a quick visit after training and dropped off a small bag of your things that Mickey had put together for you.

After your best friend and his pilot left, you decided to get ready for bed. After Mickey’s story earlier, you felt emotionally drained. It was when you were about to start your face care routine that you got an idea. You put on your headband and grabbed the extra and left the bathroom to see Jake.

“I’ve decided that we’re going to have a spa night cowboy. Now, I know you hate my cat ear headband, but you’re unconscious so you have no say. Got to keep all that glorious hair out of the way you know.”

You slipped it on and then went to the bathroom to do your cleanser. After patting your face dry, you grabbed a package of face wipes, moisturizer, and a jar of eye masks and placed them on the small hospital bed table.

Before you began anything, you opened Spotify on your phone and pulled up your Liked Songs playlist and tapped play. The soothing tones of Henry James’ It’s Been A Long, Long Time started flowing from the speaker (it being the song that played on your drive to the hospital). After setting aside the phone, you popped open the package of face wipes and carefully wiped his face clean.

Henry James segued into John Legend’s All of Me, one of your favorite romantic songs. You started singing along quietly as you twisted open the jar of eye masks, and carefully place one sparkly patch under Jake’s right eye.

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

After you put down the patch under Jake’s left eye, you put the eye masks on yourself, sat down next to Jake, and put your hand in his. You continued singing along, and it got to the last verse when you felt a squeeze. The song was immediately paused and you turned to look at your pilot.

“Jake? Sweetheart?” His face showed no signs that he was waking, and his heart monitor was a steady beep. Maybe I imagined it? you thought to yourself. You were looking at your hands when you saw it happen. It felt like the hundreds of movies you’d seen where the unconscious person heard something and they magically woke up.

So, you watched and waited.

Nothing happened.

“Baby, can you turn it down?”

“Why does my face feel wet?”

“Where am I?”

“Dewey, why are you crying? I can hear your crying.”

“Wait…why can’t I move? Why can’t I open my eyes?”

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!”

Unfortunately, you were not privy to Jake’s inner turmoil. You didn’t hear him calling out for you as you pulled the headband and eye masks off his face, tossed them into the trash can, pressed the call button.

It was a few minutes later when you heard a knock and Jake’s night nurse (who’d introduced herself earlier), Nurse Jo, stepped in.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Uh…um, he squeezed my hand.”

“Now, are you su–”

“I know what I felt and what I saw. He squeezed my hand. Twice.”

“I’ll page Dr. Bast.” She noted your shining eyes and came over and placed a calming hand on your back. “Don’t worry, love. He’s going to be okay. If anything, this was an indication that he might be coming out of the coma.”

“I hope so.”

You texted Lauren to update her on what was going on with Jake, because you needed her to know immediately. You had just put away your phone when Dr. Bas came in.

“Jo, what have we got?”

“Miss Garcia informed me that Lt. Seresin squeezed her hand twice.”

“Are you s–”

“100%.” You cut him off. “I saw it happen.” The doctor looked Jake over some more, before he typed up his notes in Jake’s file.

“I cannot, with absolute certainty, tell you why he squeezed your hand. It could be random muscle spasms, it could be something worse. However, it could also mean that he’ll be waking up soon. I’m hoping it’s that. For now, I’ll have the nurses increase their checks on him, as well as I’ll come a few extra times each day if my schedule permits.”

“Thank you so much.”

“I will caution you, however. When he wakes up, it usually comes in stages. This isn’t like the movies where he’ll open his eyes and automatically remember what happened, who you are or who he is. He’ll most likely be suffering from post-traumatic amnesia, which would account for his potential memory loss and he could also become restless and agitated. So it’s best to not take a lot of what he says in the first hours or days to heart, it’s just his brain rebooting.”

“Will he remember all that? The time right after he wakes up?”

“I couldn’t tell you for certain. It’s different with every person. But also, none of what he says, if he even does, is one of those ‘this is how feels deep down in his subconscious’ type of things. Like I said, don’t take any of it seriously.”

You looked over at Jake and ran your hand through his messy hair.

“Is there anything else I need to keep an eye out for?” you asked without looking back over at Dr. Bast.

He explained a few more things before he and Nurse Jo left the room. You called Lauren and let her know everything the doctor had told you. After you finished the call, you put on Spotify again (on random), and by some weird chance, ‘All of Me’ started playing again.

You smiled as you set a sleep timer and grabbed a pillow and blanket to get comfy in your chair for the night.

Lauren arrived the next morning, just in case.

Jake showed no other signs of waking up.

The next day was almost the same. Except that Bob, Rooster, and Coyote came to visit and Lauren told them what Dr. Bast had told you. At first, everything was normal. But when Rooster started talking, Jake squeezed your hand. You failed to connect the two incidents and didn’t mention it.

Coyote took over the conversation, then Lauren said something that caused Rooster to chime in and Jake did it again. The more Rooster spoke, you finally started putting it together. The group realized something was going on when they realized you weren’t even paying attention to the conversation.

“What’s going on?” Lauren gave you a questioning look.

“Everytime Rooster talked, Jake squeezed my hand.”

“Ha. Even out cold, Bagman can’t get enough of me”, Rooster said with a smile. It had been a while since Jake and Rooster would consider themselves rivals, and thought of each other as the brother neither ever had.

But Jake didn’t squeeze your hand when Rooster spoke that time, instead he–

“Uggggh.”

It was almost comical the way everyone stopped talking and snapped their heads towards Jake. When he made no sounds, you looked at Rooster and motioned for him to talk some more.

“Uh…I never told you this Jake, but when you saved Mav and me, I almost cried. I went to visit my parents after we got back and I told th–”

“Ch…”

“You’re a good man Jake, and one of the best wingmen I could ask for…”

“Chick…”

“So we need you to wake up, okay brother?”

“Chicken.”

“Really?!”

Still, Jake didn’t wake up that day. Everyone (but you and Lauren) left when Dr. Bast arrived. They took Jake for tests and when they brought him back, told you two that he was showing amazing improvement. Lauren switched out with you that night so you could go home for rest, but you didn’t really get any. You were so worried he’d wake up and you wouldn’t be there.

When you arrived the next morning, you found Lauren and Dr. Bast in the hallway, both looked worried.

“--completely normal for him to not remember anything. He’s suffering from Post-Traumatic Amnesia. His head injury wasn’t too severe, so I don’t think it’ll last a significant amount of time.”

“He woke up?” They both turned to look at you and Lauren rushed over.

“About 15 minutes ago. I knew you’d already be on your way, and he needed to be looked over, so that’s why I didn’t call you.”

“No worries at all.” You hugged her tight. “How is he?”

“It appears that Lt. Seresin only remembers being in the Navy and being from Texas.”

“Can I see him?” you ask in a small voice. Lauren nodded and Dr. Bast led you into the room.

“Lt. Seresin?”

“Yeah, doc?” You felt your heart swell. It had been so long since you’d heard that Texan drawl.

“Are you okay to receive another visitor?”

“‘Course doc.” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before.

“This is Miss Garcia, your–”

“--friend.” You didn’t want to overwhelm Jake so soon. "We're friends."

“Well, I’ll leave the two of you to it.”

“Like I said, I’m a friend of yours”, you said and took a seat near the bed, but not super close. Jake’s eyes looked you over closely, making you want to shrink in on yourself. You couldn’t help looking him over just in the same way: his hair looked a little shaggier and he had a decent beard going on.

“How are we friends?”

“My brother is in your squad. His name is Mickey, Mickey Garcia. Callsign Fanboy.” Jake looked away for a minute, as if he searched his mental files for that name.

“Does he like Star Trek?”

“Yes! Yes. Loves it. I like to call it his one flaw, because I love–”

“Star Wars.” Jake was still staring off into space. “Your voice sounds familiar.”

“Well, we have known each other for a year or two now…”

“What’s your name?” He smiled when you told him.

“But Reuben–his callsign is Payback…he’s a member of your squad too, and Mickey’s pilot–he likes to call me Little Garcia sometimes. I still don’t get why. I’m not younger than Mickey and I’m certainly not littler than he is–”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Oh.” You felt the heat creep up your neck and settle in your cheeks. “Um, thank you. You, uh, you don’t have to say that though.”

“I mean it.”

It went like that for a couple days, but you weren’t at the hospital as often as you were when he was unconscious. You told yourself it was so he could recover without having so many people around him, just Lauren to help him along.

But in truth, you stayed away because you were worried; worried that he wouldn’t remember you or everyone but you and the relationship you two shared. You always thought it was like a dream, a man like Jake wanting to be with someone like you…even after all this time. Lauren would message you several times a day, telling you that Jake was asking for Little Garcia. You made excuses that you were busy at work since you’d been gone for a bit after what happened to Jake. You knew you had chosen the wrong time to distance yourself, but you couldn’t help thinking What if, when he remembered everything, he realized he didn’t want to be with you anymore? or worse, What if he blamed you for the accident? The rational part of your brain was screaming at you that you were so very wrong…but you just couldn’t hear it.

Around four days after Jake woke up, you planned on finally going back to visit him after work, and went so far as shooting Lauren a quick text letting her know and set about working on shelf reading (aka organizing and straightening) the graphic novel section.

You were up on a step stool, when you heard what sounded like a group come in downstairs. You thought about going down to see if Cas needed help, but decided against it; she’d call if she needed you. Hoping the footsteps that signaled someone was coming upstairs were planning to avoid the section you were working in, you continued your organization.

You were zoned out as you worked so you were beyond surprised when you felt hands at your waist. You let out a yelp as you were falling preparing for the pain of a fall that never came. There was something about the arms around you, so as soon as you felt calm enough, your eyes snapped open.

“Jake?” He helped you stand comfortably and scooted away from you. “Oh my God, what are you doing here? How are you feeling?”

“They let me out, and I’m feeling way better”, he replied. “I’m not 100%, but I’m getting there.”

“Good! I’m so glad.”

“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting to see you Dewey.”

“I’ve been b- - Wait. You called me Dewey.”

“I did.”

“That means- -”

“Yup. I remember everything darlin’.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“I’m s- -”

“Do you not love me anymore?” he asked. “Is it because of the accident that hurt Bob? D-do you have feelings for Bob?”

“No! No, Bob is my best friend. I love him the way I love Mickey, he’s another brother to me. You know that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I love you more than everything. I was just so scared that you’d never remember me or you’d wake up and realize your accident was my fault.”

“Sweetheart, my accident was a simple malfunction. It happens sometimes.”

“I was so scared, so so scared, that I was going to lose you.”

“I won’t lie to you and say that will never happen, because nothing is ever certain in this job.”

“I know.” Jake smiled at you and took your hands in his, leading you over to the balcony overlooking the library’s main floor. You gasped upon seeing all of the Dagger Squad, Penny, Amelia, Lauren, Cas, and even Nurse Jo and Dr. Bast gathered together. Every one of them was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in your favorite color, smiling up at the two of you.

“Fanboy?”

“I know I’ve already given it, but yes, you have my blessing…and our parents’ too.” You turned to look at Jake so fast, you swore you heard a cracking sound.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re- -”

“I am”, Jake answered with a smile and got down on one knee. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. “This belonged to Nana Seresin. Our grandpa gave it to her back in the day when he proposed and said it was going to be handed down to me when I met the love of my life. I went to visit Nana after that Halloween carnival. You remember the one?”

“Mmhmm.” You were completely incapable of words in that moment.

“I knew then, that one day, I was going to marry you.” You were crying in earnest now. “When I first woke up, and I couldn’t remember anything, I just knew there was something I was missing. So I’m just going to keep it simple. Miss Garcia, Dewey…Will you marry me?”

“You know how much I love quoting my favorite things…”

“Yeah…?”

“So, before I give you my answer, I’m going to use the words of a woman much wiser than me: ‘The only thing I ask is that you outlive me so I never have to live another day without you'.” **

“Is that a yes, baby?”

“Yes Jake, I’ll marry you.” He slid the ring onto your finger and stood up, pulled you into his arms and kissed you.

The two of you pulled apart to everyone’s cheers.

“I love you so much Jake.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

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lazypeachsoul · 1 year

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Are you a good girl?

Summary: First meetings are important, but what happens when Fanboy forgets to actually tell you before hand?

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" García x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k (whoops)

Rating: No warnings, except maybe a bit cringe worthy.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written something and it's the first time I've ever written for Top Gun, so please be gentle. Also, this is completely inspired by an episode of Grey's Anatomy Oh, and english isn't my first language so be warned.

Few things could make the sweltering San Diego heat better for the troops stationed at MCAS Miramar base, and one of them was the Annual Miramar Air Show. For the US Armed forces it provided a chance to bring the Navy closer to the civilians, but for most of the troops there stationed it was the best occasion to receive their families in their workplace without the higher ups grumbling about loss of time. An open doors day of sorts.

And this occasion proved even more important for the naval aviators who could show said families how incredibly cool their jobs were – and show off their elite skills–. The Dagger Squad had been talking and planning about this occasion since the days were announced. And the evening before the exhibition was not going to be different. The Hard Deck was buzzing with conversations about the upcoming weekend of uninhibited air time and family visits. Sitting around the pool table –for once not competing against each other for a win– aviators exchanged attendance lists.

“My mother is arriving just in time for the first show. She 's been talking my ear off about not wanting to miss anything.” Coyote explained before taking a swig of his beer. “I think she just wants to snoop around the base for a bit.”

Laughs could be heard all around the table, the air relaxed and happy. Conversations about family were usually scarce, not because of a lack of love but of understanding that in difficult situations the thought of loved ones can break your heart more than mend it. Especially in the presence of people who suffered loss because of this job like Rooster. But the Airshow was the moment when those conversations could occur without fear.

“What about you Fanboy? Your girl is coming, right?” Payback asked his partner who was playing with the sticker of his beer bottle.

“Yeah, she’s pretty excited too. Said she wants to see Phoenix fly, something about her being the best pilot on the squad.”

A confident I am was spoken before laughter turned into playful groans of disagreement. Mickey’s girl had spent evenings in The Hard Deck with the pilots to the point of becoming almost an honorary member of the squad, so her opinions about their abilities raised more playfulness than bad blood. Although Payback’s face of betrayal was very convincing.

“My mother and grandmother are coming too. First time visiting me on base.” Mickey spoke bashfully. His excitement was difficult to contain at the thought of showing the women who had raised him, and supported him when he joined the Navy, how his hard work paid off. “They don’t want to miss any of the demos either.”

“That 's great! Now I get to show off to Abuela García instead of your girl since she prefers other pilots.” Payback joked and both men raised their beers as kind of a promise to fly their best. “Speaking of, is she excited to finally meet your family? You’ve been dating for a while, took you long enough to introduce them…”

The words died in the pilot's mouth when he saw his WSO’s face fall. And the same reaction could be seen all around the table, small conversations stopping to look at Fanboy’s face for an answer. The entire squad knew how important those three women were for their team mate –and being as close as they were to Mickey’s girlfriend they also knew how important it was for her–, so their interest in the situation was high.

“Shit, Mickey” And when no callsign was used the importance of the situation really dawned. “You haven’t told your girlfriend?”

And fuck, Mickey knew there was something he was missing. He really wished he could blame work or the stress of preparing the airshow, but the truth was that it really had just escaped his mind in between all the excitement. Nothing would go wrong, right?

The next morning was an early one for the Dagger Squad, and out of solidarity with your boyfriend Mickey you woke up just as early to make him breakfast and show him all your support. What you didn’t expect is to be on the receiving end of all his affections. It started with a good morning kiss that left you breathless followed by cuddles while you tried to brush your teeth and wash your face. You weren’t about to complain, because if there was one thing in this world that you really loved was any moment spent next to him, but it made some part of your brain light up with curiosity.

Still thinking -maybe overthinking– about his weird behavior you walked into the kitchen to find the star of the day pushing a mug full of coffee in your direction. Maybe the nerves of the show were making him antsy and he needed to clear his mind, and that’s why he took over all the acts of service possible in the world. Your internal monologue was interrupted when he placed the mug in your hands and more or less crashed into you in a mess of kisses and good mornings.

“M-Mickey…Baby, careful.” You murmured against his lips with a smile on your face.

“I’m trying but you just look so good I need to keep you close.” He mumbled against your cheek, before pushing back a little to drink from his own cup.

You lifted the coffee mug to your lips when something caught your attention. In your hand was his Star Trek mug. And for anyone who didn’t wake up next to Mickey everyday it would just be a nod to his callsign, but you knew the deeper story. Because when you had made breakfast for the first time for Mickey you used that mug for your coffee and he had to bashfully explain that it was his good luck mug and that you could use it but you should be super careful because, you know, it was very important. And ever since that mug had remained a ritual before big missions or events. So why wasn’t he using it for himself if he’s the one supposed to fly?

“Everything good, my love?” He asked nervously with a tiny smile behind his mug. See Miguel García was a lot of things –a great boyfriend, even better son and grandson, one of the best WSOs ever seen…– but above all he was smiley. Worthy of a toothpaste commercial smiley. So when you saw that his smile didn’t reach his eyes you knew.

“Good luck mug. Why would I need good luck, Mickey?” You drank a big gulp, searching for the energy you would need for whatever was coming your way.

“Yeah…uh… luck is always good.” He tried to explain but your poor boyfriend could never find it in his heart to lie. “I might have forgotten to tell you something kind of important.”

Okay, maybe not the conversation you might want to have at 7:00 am on a saturday on your first cup of coffee but if it was important you couldn’t say no. Mickey’s face looked worried and that worried you. Was something wrong at work? Is he feeling sick? Has something important happened? In the middle of coming up with your thousands of theories the doorbell rang. And the way your boyfriends face fell you knew whatever he forgot to tell you was behind that door.

Moving out of the kitchen and into the foyer you took a peek through the peephole to find the same two women whose picture rested in your living room. No way. No way you were about to meet the two most important women of your boyfriend's life while wearing your ratty house clothes and disheveled hair. You turned to look at the door of the kitchen and you saw his head peeking out, looking back at you with the biggest case of puppy eyes ever seen. He was mouthing something that looked like ‘sorry’ and ‘i love you’, but you just couldn’t process it at that moment.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you tried to smooth your hair and the wrinkles on your t-shirt, but quickly abandoned it when you realized that’s the best you would do. Meanwhile, Mickey had moved towards your position and smiled encouragingly at you in the mirror before kissing the back of your head lovingly and turning towards the door. Taking a deep breath you turned towards the door with the biggest smile you could muster.

“¡Mamá! ¡Abuela!” Your boyfriend exclaimed before throwing himself towards the two women. And just hearing the love in his voice made you almost forget the complicated situation he left you in. “Pasen. Give me your bags, they must be heavy.”

Being a spectator to this reunion you felt out of place, not really knowing how to react. At the end you decided to just move aside to allow the two women to enter the house, although they were too busy squishing your boyfriend's face and fussing over him. Slowly the three of them made their way inside and that’s when Mickey held your hand before speaking at the two women. They looked at you almost expectantly, knowing who you were but waiting for the official introduction. Probably the same way you were looking at them, although you could see something deeper in Abuela’s eyes.

“Ma, Abuela. I want you to meet my girlfriend-”

His introduction was cut short when Abuela stepped forward and held your cheeks with a soft grip. Your breath caught in your face at the unexpected move and looking at the other two García you didn’t know if you should relax or be even more scared.

“Nice to meet you ma’am-”

“Are you a good girl?” Out of all the things you would have expected, that wasn't on the list.

“I-am I- What?”

“A good girl. I don’t mean perfect, I mean relatively speaking. Are you?”

“Yes.” You answered with probably too much emphasis but nothing could have prepared you for this conversation.

“How many sexual partners have you had?” And it was that question that seemed to snap your boyfriend out of his stupor because he seemed to choke on air and took a step towards you.

“Abuela-” But it was quickly shushed by the older woman.

“Um…six. No, seven.” You replied meekly. It was too early for this and you didn’t have the clearest mind since you hadn’t even drunk your coffee. “Kind of six..kind of seven.”

You could feel your skin get hotter by the minute because even if deep down you knew your answer wasn’t bad and Abuela had said she wouldn’t judge, what if she did? What if she didn’t approve? Jesus, she was going to hate you.

“Criminal record?” She asked with a face that rivaled that of any Admiral in Miramar and a beautiful accent that you were kind of sad her grandson didn’t share.

“Speeding ticket.” Why were you more scared to lie to this woman than to the police itself?

“How fast?”

“12 miles over.” You answered and you realized that if you hadn’t messed up with the previous question you definitely messed up when she gasped and her hands fell from your face.

“That 's fast!” Damn it, not a good answer.

“It wasn’t too fast.” You started but seeing the woman’s serious face you cracked. “It was way too fast. I’m sorry. But I was in a rush because Mickey had told me he needed me and I thought something happened.”

You rambled your explanation trying to look at your boyfriend to silently ask for help. But he only answered your silent pleas with a forced smile and a small shrug. Coward. Meanwhile, Mickey’s mother looked at you with a genuine smile which was unexpected seeing as you thought you were over in their eyes.

“Well, I don’t suppose you could tell me where I can leave my jacket, can you? It’s been a long trip, mija.”

Even if you wanted to be shocked at the change in her voice you jumped into the opportunity to leave the foyer where the entire interrogation had taken place. You took their bags that had been discarded on the floor and showed them the house, leaving them contemplating the living room with your boyfriend with the excuse of needing to change for the airshow.

You were in the middle of putting on your blouse when the door to the bedroom opened and the man of the hour appeared. He closed the door almost all the way and tried to walk you way before he was hit in the face with the t-shirt of your pajamas.

“You didn’t just let me embarrass myself like that.” You whisper-yelled to avoid your guests hearing you tearing their darling boy a new one.

“Mi amor. Beautiful. You know how much I love you.” He spoke huskly while walking closer to your position. And damn him for knowing you so well and for knowing how you reacted to that voice. “I promise I didn’t want to frame you. It slipped my mind with all the excitement. I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you once he made sure you wouldn’t push him away and you were grateful the height difference allowed you to rest your face against his chest. He rocked you slowly whispering sweet nothings and you couldn’t help but start to melt into his touch.

“They hate me.” You spoke muffled by his t-shirt. “She hates me.”

He chuckled and squeezed a bit harder. “She doesn’t hate you. Trust me she would have let you know if she hated you.” His chin rested on top of your head and you could hear his words reverberate in his chest. “Also, you looked really cute being interrogated. Like a deer in the headlights.”

His laugh reverberated even stronger than his voice and you smiled against him before you pinched his side. He groaned and pushed back, but now it was your moment to laugh and squeeze him. “And you looked like a coward. What kind of man doesn’t defend his girlfriend when she’s being interrogated?”

“The one who got on his grandmother’s bad side once and has no intention of ever doing it again.”

The airshow went as good as anyone could have expected. The weather couldn’t have been nicer and the crowds of visitors went wild when they saw all the performers. Having finished their turn and after clocking out for the day, the Dagger Squad made their way towards the camping spot where their families were waiting for them. Payback and Fanboy walked side by side talking about their performance and how cool they looked up there when the picnics came into view.

Payback could see the very familiar face of his backseater’s girlfriend sitting on one of the picnic tables talking animatedly with two older women who looked too much like Fanboy to not be related. He gently slapped the younger man’s chest and discreetly pointed at the image.

“I guess it went well even without a warning.” Payback spoke jokingly, the good relations between the women obvious.

“It went…well. Not a single bump or problem.” Fanboy confirmed way too sure of himself, which in reality only showed his pilot that something had indeed happened.

“If I ask her, will she say the same?”

“Nope.”

Payback’s chuckle could be heard from the tables now that they were closer because you raised your head to look for the owner of the contagious laugh. Once you saw the pair walking your way you smiled at them, leaving Fanboy almost without breath at the image.

“You don’t deserve her man. I would leave you sleeping on the couch for a month after that stunt.”

“I really don’t.” He exclaimed, patting his friend on the shoulder as a goodbye before jogging the rest of the way to your table. Eager to spend the rest of his day –and weekend– with his girls.

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