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BABY ON BOARD HAS A WHAT-?!

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader/Bob x OC (Nurse Anna)

Other Characters: The Daggers (+ JenPen Mitchell) and a few other background characters

Timeline: Set some time after The Uranium Project

Setting: The Bradshaw Household

It was an delightful Tuesday afternoon, the sun was shining brightly but it was windy and a bit chilly outside. The crew was mostly there expect for Amber who was assigned with a few meetings with her father that day, other than that the Daggers were together at The Bradshaw Mitchell household.

Usually they would be outside on the patio but it was too windy to sit outside today, so they all hang out inside in the connected kitchen and living room area. Fanboy, Phoenix and Payback were fighting over which set of movies watch next on the flat screen Tv while Coyote and Bob was helping Rooster fixing the front windows that seemed to go scratched from week…let’s just say it no more playing inside.

JenPen was putting away groceries that they brought earlier while Hangman was sipping a beer in the kitchen island nearby one of the stools, plugging in everyone phones to charge.

“Hey, what time is Angel coming back home?” Jake asked using Amber’s nickname instead as he glances at his Instagram account.

“Why? You miss your girlfriend?” Jen teased the pilot, grabbing a bite of the freshly washed grapes left on the kitchen counter.

“Wha—No! I mean yeah, of course I do, Miss Bradshaw.”

“Mitchell—Bradshaw, actually. When I do get married, I might keep my last name.”

“Pfff, Bradshaw is too much a chicken to finally find a ring and propose to you.”

“Be nice, you’ll be Uncle Hangman one day you will have to be on your best behavior.”

Jake laughed at the nickname and rolled his eyes, “What you doing this weekend?”

“Uhh, I got to study the metrics for a few planes and might just wash my hair afterwards.” Jen said with a simple shrug and smile.

•

After a while, Coyote and Bob took a break from helping Bradley with the window. Javy went to wash his hands in the kitchen while Bob headed to the bathroom upstairs to wash his face. While Javy was drying off his hands, he heard a light ping coming from the section of phones being charged.

Coyote raised an eyebrow, checking to see who’s phone it was exactly. He flipped though the phones and lightly tapping each other curiously until another message came in. It was Bob’s phone.

You could’ve sworn Javy did a double take as he saw the message, the poor man’s jaw dropped. The message first being a photo dump of the beautifully made sky outside and the new message said ‘Hey darling! How are you?💘’

“Huh?” Javy muttered, he tries not to be curious about his friends business because everyone tends to be somewhat open with a lot of things. But this caught his eyes since he never heard of Bob Floyd having a lady. He read the caller ID and continued, “Who’s Nurse Anna?!”

Javy’s yell caught everyone in the room’s attention, all faces whipped around towards the tall man in confusion. Everyone expect Phoenix who was sorta listening but too busy texting Lieutenant Magnet Kenner about god knows what. Rooster was sitting next to his girlfriend messaging her tired shoulders as he asked, “Uh, what?”

“Who’s Nurse Anna?!” Coyote repeated again as if it was obvious the first time he questioned the name.

“Uh context please, pal..” Said Payback turning his head from the couch to look at him.

“I was drying my hands after helping Roo with the windows and I heard a ping coming from one of the phones. So I went to check who’s phone it was and guess who’s phone it was?”

“Who’s?”

“Bob’s!”

“Relax, it’s probably a friend of his from work.”

“A friend? Oh really?! A friend who’s a nurse…?”

“Uhh yeah…”

Fanboy stood up from the flooring in the living room to see the messenger ID on Bob’s phone lock-screen. Later on another message popped up from Nurse Anna saying 'Change of plans I might not be free Friday but we can definitely do Saturday instead 💞'.

Mickey smiled and let out a small chuckle reading it out loud, “Uhh I don’t know Ruben, the contact on the ID says Nurse Anna with a blue heart emoji! She called him ‘Darling’ in the two messages she sent to Bob. She asked about meeting up on Saturday and added a few love emojis too! I don’t think it’s a normal friend from work kinda thing…”

Coyote joked, “What? You think they’re just hooking up?! Like a causal hook up? Gahhhh no, that’s not Bob’s thing, last time I checked.”

The trio kept arguing on who is this Nurse Anna girl was and acting like they were trying to decipher a mystery case. JenPen added in a few jokes about how ridiculous they were acting, however she was just as curious about it all.

Hangman thought it was just a casual weekly hook up between the their friend and some pretty girl or something. The loudly voiced conversation kept going on for more than two minutes as all the Daggers expect Phoenix, who was just watching all of them discuss the matter at hand.

Little did they all know Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was upstairs, standing in the hallway near the staircase hearing everyone, trying his hardest not to laugh.

•

Rooster eyebrows bounced motion and laughed as he exclaimed, “Damn! Well it looks to me that our WSO has himself a little girlfriend.”

Hangman was sipping his second beer as his mind was clearly in space. Soon enough his eyebrows popped up and he almost spit out his drink coughing, “BABY ON BOARD HAS A WHAT—?!”

“Awww he fell for a nurse.” Jen says in pure awe how Bob was probably in love, leaning into Bradley’s warm touch on her shoulders.

“I’m still on the part where Bradshaw said GIRLFRIEND!” Hangman said chuckling and coughing a bit.

“I think it’s cute.” Fanboy replies with a smile, “And she sounds super sweet!”

•

The conversation contained so much energy and no one noticed that Bob was gone, since they more focused on the mysterious lady.

Fanboy thinks she’s blonde with green eyes, Hangman thinks she’s gotta be a redhead with green eyes, Ruben believed she was a nurse on base for the longest time, JenPen guessed that she must’ve been one of the most talented nurses in school and Coyote had a gut feeling Bob met her months before they all returned to Top Gun for that mission.

Rooster was curious as he stated his questions to the group, “Who can she be? I never heard a nurse named Anna...or so I think?”

“I bet she’s hot! Like super hot!” Hangman said grinning as Coyotes chuckles slapping his shoulder mutter for him to shut up.

Ruben turned to Phoenix smiling, “Your awfully quiet, anything you’ll like to share with the class?”

Phoenix looked up from her phone confused, “What do you mean? Just because Bob and I fly together doesn’t mean I know everything about ‘em, he probably met her one day before we all met at the bar or something. Last time I checked nurses need a night off to have fun too.”

“Your sure about that? Phoenix you fly and eat together, you share teaching tips together. Also you guys even shared a life or death experience together with all of us. I feel like you know something!”

“Well I-”

Suddenly they all heard footsteps and the room went silent, some of them noticing their teammate walking into the living room. They all waited and looked around as if they were just caught in the act of a horrible prank.

•

“Phoenix doesn’t know because she was passed out in a hospital bed in another room, when it happened.” Said the voice of the man who’s phone started all of this with a soft smile. Bob stood there leaning against the wall fixing his glasses and trying not to laugh at their faces. Especially Natasha’s confused one.

Everyone turned to Bob in shock and motioned for him to continue. He said, “Well, after the whole bird strike that went down that same day, Phoenix and I was sent the to the med bay, when I met her. I woke up, less than half an hour after it happened, doctors came and checked on me. Then Anna walked in…she came in with extra blankets and check on my IV, to see if I needed anything…”

“And?” Phoenix asked, waving her hand gently as if to cue in that she wanted more information about this.

“She was pretty. I didn’t have my glasses on and I've just woken up with a headache, so my vision I was still slightly blurry, but I could tell she was absolutely stunning dressed in her blue scrubs and her brown hair that was in a ponytail…and she was very kind.”

Hangman smiled, “That’s her job, Bob, to be kind and treat patients well, for they can try and get better.”

Rooster looked up glaring at his blonde savior, “Who’s telling the story? Him or you?”

“Him duh!”

“Then let him tell it, Bagman!”

“Yikes..sorry, Floyd continues please, she sounds pretty nice.”

Bob smiled laughing softly and continued, “Because she is! Gentle and passionate too. She stayed with me for a while, asked how I was doing at the moment and what is my job in the Navy. Uh, eventually we started talking about movies and music, and then before she left to go see other patients..I asked her out, telling her once I got out the hospital and could be finished with our missions, I would like to take her to a nice restaurant…”

JenPen smiled listening as she heard Fanboy asking, “She called you darling? How long have you two been going out?”

“Oh no! She calls every single one of her patients darling or dear but for me darling just stuck I guess. I call her doll or honey, sometimes sweetie.” Bob said the last few nicknames with a laced dreamy smile as if thinking about his lady.

“You didn’t answer Fanboy’s questions though! How long?! I gotta—” JenPen asked but was cut off with a hand covering her mouth.

Rooster had his hand covering his girlfriend’s mouth snickering and looked up at Bob smiling, “Go on. She’s quiet now.”

Once again Bob laughed shaking his head and went on explaining, “We’ve only being seeing each other for 8 weeks more or less, with our busy schedules and all. I wanted to keep our relationship a secret for a while. You know, just the two of you and see where it goes."

Coyote rubbed the back of his neck chuckling awkwardly, "And I let it slip..I'm sorry man, I didn't know and you know I can get a little nuts sometimes."

"It's perfectly fine, I was expecting for you guys to find out eventually this month or so. Actually glad it wasn't Jake."

Hangman looked up with his eyes widen offended and gasped somewhat loudly, "WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN-?!"

"You would've texted Javy! Better yet, you would've called Amber then she would've told the all ladies!"

"I wasn't going to do that!"

"Oh really?"

Bob pointed to the iPhone in Jake's hand brightly lit as his fingers were on paused. Robert asked, "Who were you texting, Hangman?"

"No one." Jake exclaimed quickly, closing the messages that he was sending to his girlfriend and throws his phone on the couch. Everyone's eyes darted to the iPhone that showed messages from Amber popping up like crazy.

"You were saying.."

"Shit."

All the group could do was laugh and roll they’re eyes at this point from seeing the scene play out. Truly none of them were sad or annoyed Bob for keeping such a darling secret, it’s his life and he should be able to keep such good things to himself, of course when JenPen and Bradley did say that when Bob and his lady were ready they would love to meet her one day. Bob appreciated the welcoming ideas and support he’s getting as he went on to actually reply to Nurse Anna’s text messages knowing she might be busy but 100% checking her phone waiting for a reply soon.

Coyote kept apologizing for spoiling that little surprise even though no one was really mad at him or anything, as Fanboy and Payback sending all the good thing to their teammate’s way. As for Phoenix, she was very much happy but a little disappointed in herself for not finding out sooner or at least pick up the clues firsthand.

If your wondering about Hangman, he left the gang early to pick up his lady and well this happened…

Jake sat in the car, opening the door seeing Amber as he grinned like an idiot bursting to tell her everything that happened today. And once Amber climbed into her seat grinning and buckled in her seatbelt she said, “Ok, oh my god. Tell me everything!”

“Yes!” Jake shouted as he buckled in his own seatbelt, “Baby on board has a girlfriend! I was like ‘What? That’s crazy?!’ I didn’t believe it, but from what I heard she’s really pretty cute and she’s a nurse.”

“Ugh! Why is it that the day I have to work, is that day all the good things happen? Let me guess, you found out!”

Hangman snickered, “Nope!”

“Then who?”

“Coyote.”

“What?!” Amber gasp laughing.

Let’s just say the rest of the ride home was full of gossip and laughter from that one single car. The rest of day went as follows, Coyote and Payback went out to keep helping Rooster with the broken window, Fanboy and Bob chatting about their day and future relationships, while Phoenix and JenPen were ordering stuff on Amazon as they fixed up a few things around the house.

Thank you for reading this story and I really hope you liked it! 💙

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roosterbruiser · 10 months

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𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄) 𝐗 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖 𝐀 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐔 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝟏𝟖+. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄: 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐗, 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆. 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐗 '𝟕𝟑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐗, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎’𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 “𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫” 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨-𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨--𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀: 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐀 —𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝐓𝐗 —𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐗, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐀: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 —𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐀𝐙 —𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟐𝐍𝐃, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁: 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 —𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒, 𝐍𝐕 —𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁: 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 —𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐍𝐘 —𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟗𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐂 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒! 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐗, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐉𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐂, 𝐓𝐎𝐎. 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐉𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 ��𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃.

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missathlete31 · 11 months

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Deadly Sin Dagger Moodboards

Fourth round is done and this one had the most votes so far!!

I’ll be honest, I originally was going to just put sixteen photos of Glen Powell shirtless and call it a day but, to stick with the theme I tried to make it more sinful 😉. Hope you guys like it!!!

Jake Hangman Seresin- Lust 💗

No one is immune to temptation

Masterlist can be found Here

Rooster’s Wrath Board

Phoenix’s Pride Board

Bob’s Sloth Board

Oh and to be kind on this Monday morning….. here is that shirtless Glen moodboard 😉🥵🔥🥵

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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The Skydancers (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You were once a mortal woman, loved unconditionally by a god of the sky. Yet when he took you as his wife, no one told you that your tasks in the heavens would be easy....yet for the two of you, it’s always worth it.

Notes: Inspired by the Greek God moodboards of @lewmagoo and @ryebecca, you guys are some of the most amazing content creators and I wanted to write a little story to go with them.

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102

Somewhere in the clouds you waited, completely unbothered by the other sky deities and creatures that flitted past you with hardly any heed or concern as to where they were going. The sun was shining brightly, the air warm as you walked along the clouds, waiting for your beloved to return from wherever he was.

The shimmering little dream dragon with big, blue green eyes, suddenly lifted its little head, his tail twitching as he sensed the arrival of a familiar family member.

A huge, broad grin suddenly grew across your face as you ran across the clouds, the winged sandals on your feet carrying you as far as they possibly could and the shimmering skirts of your light bronze chiton cool against your legs and ankles. You would have crashed right into Bob’s arms, save for the little bundle he carried in his arms.

“I missed you my sweet,” he cooed as he pressed a sweet, airy kiss to your lips.

“Where were you this time?” you asked him rather cheerfully. “Earth? The Otherworlds? Perhaps a little call from your uncle Hades?”

Bob had opened his mouth to say something, but you could readily tell that something troubled him deep inside. Even the gentle, loving little touches of your fingers running down his exposed bicep didn’t do much to dispel what troubled him.

Very gently, Bob revealed what lay within the blanket, the tiny little face of a newborn with little wisps of dark blonde hair. You were afraid to reach out and touch the delicate little face, fearing that the baby would wake and startle some of the creatures. But oh the little one was adorable! You wanted nothing more than to take them in your arms and hold them as your husband wrapped his arms around you......just as he had done when he fell in love with you.

“Where did he come from?” you asked, the curiosity gnawing at your brain.

“Palace was sacked,” Bob answered sadly. “The little one was an orphan and.....(Y/n) it was awful. Uncle Hades he....he’s seen suffering, but not like that. He said he’d take the grown ones to Elysium, but the little ones are to be in our domain.”

A pang of sadness and excitement all at once welled within you. You knew what it had been like to live a mortal life until Bob had taken you as his wife. You knew how precious life itself was, a gift that you hated to see squandered or cut short by the blade of a sword or bloodthirsty murderers who thought themselves better than the gods. You and Bob had wept tears of liquid gold for so many, even the lowliest slave who didn’t have a coin to their name. Yet there had been far greater joys as you had both seen, joys which made you both sing and kick up the wind just a little harder.

Bob very carefully placed the little one in your arms, his little fist covering his mouth, a sign you knew a little too well from your mother-in-law, Hera.

“Something tells me he’ll be awake soon,” you chuckled.

“Hopefully not too soon,” Bob half laughed.

You and Bob snuggled the little one until the skies had begun to turn all shades of rosy pink and lavender. All the creatures of the air had begun to turn in for the night, many of them curling up and settling into the clouds that turned into their warm little beds.

You and Bob had just begun to settle into a rather large patch of clouds, the skies having turned a heavenly shade of dark blue velvet with the calming light of the full moon, when a squeaky little cry had caught you both off guard.

You could instinctively feel it deep in your chest as you saw the little one’s tiny fists all balled up. You lifted him from his cloud cradle, unpinning one side of your chiton and letting him root before you felt those long, familiar fingers and those soft lips brushing against your exposed shoulder.

“So much for sleep,” Bob chuckled.

“He’ll sleep,” you hummed, your body buzzing as you felt Bob’s gentle fingers brushing against your sensitive, exposed breast. “It’ll take him time to get used to it, but at least he has us.”

When the baby had finished, you and Bob kissed his little cheeks as his eyelids drooped shut, the two of you drawing up the clouds over you and the little one to keep warm in the night while one of Bob’s perfectly white wings covered the three of you like a bed canopy. Your little dream dragon curled himself up like a cat, his soft little trill almost like a purr as the two of you had begun to count the stars and the constellations that moved across the sky. Soon, the two of you had begun to drift off into your own dreams, happy and content with the world around you as the sounds of the heavens carried you into a deep and restful sleep.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun greek gods au #dagger squad #dagger squad au

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floydsglasses · 5 months

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The Last Of Us -𝗗𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

TW- 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩/𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 I dont usally do things like this on here I usally write on wattpad but if this does well i might add more

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw: Bradley has never considered himself someone that should be allowed to survive, not lucky in love or in life. It had taken the end of the world to find out he is the luckiest son of bitch on the side of the new infected world. It was just his luck that he is immune to cordyceps virus. He made his way to a QZ, being bitten when raiding an abandoned home, he tries to hide his immunity the best he can from everyone. He live's out the rest of day's in a small commune outside of San Diego, full of formal naval pilots and citizens of the North Island, fully functional with electricity and running water, run by former captain's and admiral's . Working on patrol's and clearing out infected, alway's being paired with Natasha. He is always hiding his bite scar, hidden with a tattoo. As for his luck in love it was somehow the form of a pretty blonde man who can hit his target from a mile away. The two of them butting head's with the other alway's, a night alone on a patrol and a snow storm changed thing's for them. Bradley had only told two people of his immunity, Nat and Jake.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin: The outbreak started in Texas, he was not able to save his family or their farm from infected. Jake bounced around for the first few year's from different QZ's, working job's both humane and inhumane. Wasn't till he had lost his young partner due to his past "Jobs". Someone made him watch as they took their life. Jake somehow end's up in a small commune outside of San Diego, keeping a low profile, his mouth getting him in hot water here and there. Thing's in his life weren't all too bad despite the circumstance's and thing's he has done in the name of survival, he found someone who at least can stand him.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace: She wouldn't think she would survive the end of the world, certainly not from flesh eating mushroom zombie's. Natasha stayed in the Santa Monica QZ, taking the job's when no one else wanted to take them. The QZ was ruled with an iron fist, it didn't take a genius to see that, never been someone to take shit from authority Natasha join's the fireflies in liberating the quarantine zone. All this results in is a blown front gate and her running like hell. She had heard talk of a commune outside San Diego free from clicker's on the north island, along the way she met a guy named Robert "Bob" Floyd, saving him from infected, the two banding togethor and living out there live' s in the safe haven.

Robert "Bob" Floyd: He was the last person he expected to survive the fall of society, having been seen as someone who wouldn't make it out alive because of his social standing as a WSO/Backseater. For about five year's of the outbreak, having joined different group's of people, all of which ended up disbanding or being killed. He had ended up in California, wondering around ducking and dodging raider's, living out in old apartment building's. One day he hunker's down in an old school, unlucky for him that it was filled with infected that tried to kill him, lucky for him that their was a woman there to save his ass. Natasha and Him staying together after she tell's him of a commune on north island of San Diego. The two of them spend the rest of their live's there taking patrol shift's and surviving.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia: Never one to back down from a challenge, he was alway's taking on infected like it was all a game to him. He had lived in a QZ in Florida for awhile, but it grew boring for him, it was safe but he did not care for FEDRA. On his way out of the QZ he run's into Rueben, Mickey not having any plan's or idea of where to go, the two band togethor to find somewhere in the US. The two of them heading for California. The two of them growing close with the other and forming a friendship. They had reached the half way point into San Diego when they are swarmed by infected. Rueben is back into a wall, Mickey not wanting to lose a friend tackled the clicker stabbing it in the head. This act costed him his life, he was bitten on the arm, he begged of Rueben to not let him become like of the infected.

Rueben "Payback" Fitch: When the outbreak happened he didn't think he had a chance, he wasn't someone who could kill a human being if it wasnt morally right, shooting down a plane is very different to him then taking a human life with a gun in person. Rueben had lived in the QZ in Miami Florida for a couple year's, given the worst job's that paid the most to get food from FEDRA, unbeknownst to FEDRA he had listened to the radio, hearing of place's out west that would be better for him. He snuck out through one of the Service's tunnel's, running into Mickey Garcia. The two of them escape from Florida, with Mickey not have a clue where to go Rueben suggests California. The two of them bonding with each other with each place they hunker down in, killing infected and their previous live's. Soon making it to the half way point into San Diego,Rueben and Mickey check out a gas station for supplie's, the two are cornered by infected, Rueben is cornered by clicker, Mickey saved his life by killing the infected. He is bitten saving him, Mickey beg's of him to mercy kill him. He hesitate's and refuse's at first. Mick reasure's him that it was okay. He was the first and only human life he had ever taken. Ruben made it to the commune, settling in well and starting a family, never forgetting his friend's sacrifice.

Javy "Coyote" Machado: Finding love in the end of the world was not his idea. Him and Kat had met during a job at the New Orlean's QZ. She hated living in what was once the most vibrant place in the us, and he was gonna do anything to see her happy. He told her about a place he had heard about on the radio in California. How they could settle down there and live happily, Kat agreed and they fought like hell to get out of the infected city. They had stopped along the way to San Diego in an old naval factory, the two had many run in's with infected, they were no problem..human's on the other hand. The two were held at gun point by raider's, saying if they didnt hand their gun's over they would be killed. Javy knew they wouldn't let them go even if they did give the gun's up. The two of them are able to fight their way out, only missing one, that was a mistake on his part. Kat is shot by the raider's leader while he back is turned. Javy somehow manage's to kill the leader, only getting himself hurt in the process. The sound of the gunshot attract's the sound of infected to their location'. Kat told him to run, he refused at first, it wasn't in till infected burst through the factory that he decided to listen. He had ran as far as he could before he had collapsed near the ocean. Lucky for him that two people were on guard to save his life. Natasha and Bob take him back to the north island commune. Javy recovered from his wound, turn's out he had a knack for shooting and he had grown to be very good at his job of patrolling and guarding the commune.

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disturbedbeautywrites · 1 year

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 1

Bradley Bradshaw Drug Dealer Au x Seresin! Reader

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Synopsis: Dating Bradley Bradshaw, a major CEO in San Diego, seems like the dream gig. He treats you well, buys you anything you want, and he seems mysterious. But, when it comes out that his actual business is in drugs and you’re the sister of the main narcotics detective Jake Seresin; things get complicated.

Warnings: this is a drug dealer AU. There is going to be lots of violence, blood, drugs, and cursing. Eventually some smut too, I’m sure. 18+ only please

Cold metal assaulted your skin as you sat in an all too uncomfortable chair. Your hands were tied behind your body, your wrists raw and sore from trying to move against the rope that had you held there. Your legs were also tied to the chair with rope, your ankles screaming in pain. Whoever had you held sure didn’t want you to get loose.

You tried to think about how you got into this situation, remembering riding shotgun in Bradley’s car as he told you he had to do a quick drop off. He promised you it would take less than 10 minutes and he just needed you to sit in the car. You had obliged, sitting there and playing on your phone as you waited for your man. He was his own CEO in a successful technology startup and he always had to run small deals with people to get them starting to work with him. However, this was the first time you had tagged along because it was on the way to the movie theater you were going too anyways.

The car was parked in a dark alley and you tried not to think too hard about it, your eyes skirting around you periodically. You had grown up in a law enforcement family; your dad was a narcotics detective and your older brother Jake had followed in his footsteps. Your older sisters also followed similar paths, some of them going to law school and the others going into politics. You were the baby of the family and the favorite; therefore it was acceptable that your future was currently undecided.

As you sifted through numerous socials, you heard a glass bottle break somewhere behind Bradley’s car and it made your blood run cold. You tried to dial his number, the line ringing for a few seconds before it went to voicemail. You tried again, the ringing as your door was ripped open and there was 2 men standing there. “Well, hello there.”

That was the last thing you remembered before everything went dark and fuzzy, your head pounding and your body sore. You were not sure what had happened exactly, but you also didn’t think you wanted to know. You just knew that your survival instincts were kicking in and you needed to figure out an escape plan.

“Let’s get out of here.” The words repeated in your mind as you moved your wrists as much as you could against the sharp back of the metal chair. You had seen this done in movies multiple times, so you didn’t see why it couldn’t potentially work for you. It was a Hail Mary and it was one of your only ideas. As you started to try and fray the rope that was holding your wrists together, the chair made a sick creaking sound that made you immediately sit still. No, no this couldn’t be happening.

You listened intently for any sign of the voices getting closer, your blood running cold as you started to hear footsteps. You desperately started to saw away at the material holding you, hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer until they were right on top of you. You heard a sick chuckle and suddenly felt the coldness of a gun barrel against your temple. You could feel that it was small, a pistol probably, and you went completely still. “See, Coyote. I told you she would be obedient.” You inwardly and outwardly cringed at the use of his words, a big lump forming in your throat as you desperately tried to swallow it down. It just seemed to get bigger and bigger as you felt fingertips on your face, the blindfold being removed.

Standing in front of you was 3 people that you knew all too well. They were all over your brothers office. They were his latest target in the drug world. They were a 3 person team called the daggers that consisted of Javy “Coyote” Machado, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, and Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia. As you looked at them, you couldn’t help but squint and moan as your eyes tried to get used to the brightness around you.

You were in an abandoned warehouse, just as you had thought, but you were now desperately trying to find an exit. Your eyes scanned the room, looking at every single inch you could see. “Ah, ah. I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. I’ll blow that pretty head of yours right off.” Fanboy was leaning down beside you, his gun pointed under your chin this time. Your teeth were clenched as you felt the barrel against your skin, him using it to move your head around. You jerked your head back, moving it away from him as you started to watch Coyote circle you like a vulture.

You had finally thought you had it figured out why they had taken you. Your brother had been tracking these 3 for months and was preparing a massive bust to take them down. He had everything in order and was a matter of weeks away from executing it. So, you figured they had caught wind of it and had taken you as a way to get back at him. But, boy had you been wrong.

“So, I guess while we have you here we can go ahead and tell you why.” He was smirking as he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a long drag. The smoke rose up through the air, swirling around him for dramatic affect. “Well, you see. Your little boyfriend is getting a little too good at his business. Him and his business partner are starting to get a little too close to our territory and he’s starting to step on our toes. So, you are our bargaining chip. If he doesn’t step back, you die. Maybe even if he does step back, you still die. That part is undecided.” A sick chuckle left his lips as you now noticed Phoenix starting to close in on you, a knife in her hand that she tapped along your shoulders as she walked around you.

You were trying to be strong but you were visibly shaken, a whimper leaving your lips as Phoenix allowed a slice to be taken out of your bicep. She knew she was hurting you and she knew what all she had planned for you. This was nothing. But, as you listened to coyote you couldn’t help but be confused. Your eyebrows furrowed and they all 3 laughed at your face, catching on to the fact that you didn’t know what Bradley actually did for work.

“Oh, honey. You don’t know what he actually does for work, do you?” The laughter echoed around the building as you say there, unable to escape the truth that was about to come barreling at you. “You are dating one of the biggest drug dealers in San Diego, sweetheart.” And that’s when everything started to click. All the secret phone calls, the beef with your brother, everything. It all started to make sense.

“Be careful around him.” Jake’s words rang out clear as you sat there in pure terror, your reality hitting you. He had known the whole time. Fuck, you were screwed.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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FROM HELL || A TOP GUN!SECRET AGENTS AU

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Next Part

Pairing: Pete Mitchell x Villain!reader || Hangman x Villain!reader

Summary: The DAGGERS are a squad of former naval aviators trained to become lethal secret agents. Yet, they struggle with a mission of utmost importance. To catch a criminal, they must work with Hellhound ... A former assassin Pete Mitchell threw in jail years ago. Remorseless and crazy, they all know having her in the team is not a good idea.

🩸 What if, for once, you were the fearful villain of the story? 🩸

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Barbie Girl 💄 | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine

Takes place before, during, and after the events of Top Gun Maverick

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Barbie!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)

Content warnings: light profanity, fluff | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.3k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @kayla-swiftly)

Premise: They say the sky is the limit and anything you set you’re mind to will be achieved as long as you’re dedicated to it. For most people that testimony is nothing but a mere fantasy. But for one woman, with too many dreams to count on her fingers, she took that statement to heart. Proving you can be anyone you want to be and maybe even a few others give or take 😉

Note: Anyone else obsessed with Barbie lately?? Omg y’all I saw the movie last week and absolutely fell in love and i had this request from around the time the final trailer dropped and knew it was the perfect time to write this. I know I know I haven’t been living up to my promise of being consistent but man they having me working my ass off at my job. Also I’ve been traveling and I saw Big Time Rush last night (i felt like a teenager again and it was amazing 😭) anyway I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you think!

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“Hi, Barbie!” The familiar greeting fills Y/n’s ears as it does every morning she arrives at the hangar. With it comes an instant smile, hand raising to wave at the person responsible for it, “Hi, Phoenix!”

“Hey there, Barbie,” winks another friendly face.

“Hiiii, Hangman,” her tone is playful like his, turning energetic for Bob when he goes, “Hiya, Barbie!”

“Hi there, Bob!”

“Hey, Barbie.” “Good morning, Barbie.” “What’s up, Barbie Girl.”

“Hello, Rooster.” “Good morning to you too, Fanboy.” “Nothing much, Pay. And yourself?”

Unlike her fellow pilots, clad in their deep green flight suits, Y/n stood out in the crowd for hers was a little unorthodox when one thinks of a naval fighter pilot's uniform.

It was pink. Completely as in her combat boots were also the bright color and the patchers were white and pink tones rather than red, blues, black and any other color seen in the ones attached to her coworkers arms. ‘Barbie’ in pink cursive writing instead of traditional bold Times New Roman lettering.

And don’t forget the little flower dotting the ‘i’.

Growing up, Y/n took ‘you can be anyone and anything you want to be,’ quite literally. At no point was it a joke to her when she would tell her friends and family, “oh I’m gonna be a fashion designer and Olympic Gold medalist when I’m older,” “I wanna go to space, fly in planes, and see all the wonders of the world,” “I’ll be a doctor, a teacher, and movie star!” They’d smile and laugh, thinking it was adorable for a little girl to dream big. No way would it be possible to achieve all of those careers. Everyone only gets one life to live and time goes so fast one can only set their eyes on one path and hope for the best.

But Y/n was a dreamer. And if you’re going to dream, might as well dream big.

All through middle and high school people took Y/n’s intelligence for granted. Focusing more on her beauty rather than brains, it came as an under shock to everyone when Y/n had the credits to graduate at the ripe age of 15. Exceeding in her standardized test scores with a high school resume taking up three pages with extracurricular and academic achievements, she had colleges from all over the country begging for her to apply.

Stanford. Cornell. Pratt. Juilliard. NYU. John Hopkins. Harvard. UCLA. Duke. Top medical and law schools. Ivy League universities. Performing Arts schools calling for auditions after sending scouts to watch her perform in school plays and dance recitals. Coaches from high ranking NCAA gymnastics teams sending emails after emails.

So many to choose from….And so the story of Y/n L/n becoming a real life Barbie Doll begins.

Setting her eyes in New York, Y/n attended not one but two of the best schools in the country. While obtaining her bachelor’s in both astronautical and aeronautical engineering at NYU Y/n also completed a two year degree in Fashion Business Management at the Fashion Institute of Technology. During this time she continued training for the Olympics in hopes of making the 2008 Beijing team in gymnastics.

“How do you do it?” Her roommate at NYU constantly asked. “You go from here to FIT, working on two degrees that are completely on opposite sides of the spectrum and career paths,” she emphasized with hand expressions, “and still have enough to time to go to the gym to practice, eat three meals a day, have all your assignments done early, and sleep a reasonably about of hours each night.” Letting out an exhale, her roommate looks at Y/n as if she’s an alien from another world, “What’s your secret? Are you some kind of Barbie doll the government created as a test robot?”

Each time Y/n would pause, think for a moment before smiling, “I don’t know if I should find that as an insult or compliment, but I’m gonna chose it as a compliment and say it’s because I want to live a life where I can look back on and go, ‘I took a risk and tried something new even if it didn’t look possible but it was all worth it.’”

By the time Y/n turned 20 she had accumulated a vast list of credentials to her name. The list included getting her fashion business degree at 17, Bachelors in astronautical/aeronautical engineering at 19–receiving her Master’s for it at 20–An Olympic Gold and Silver medalist, dancing with the Radio City Rockettes, performing with the NYC Ballet Company in their rendition of Swan Lake, landing a role on Broadway, walking a runway at NY fashion week, and appearing on episodes of SVU, 30 Rock, All My Children, Sex and the City, and Ugly Betty.

So yeah, New York was a success in experiences for Y/n.

Following the high note, she packed her bags to leave the golden apple for the flashing lights of Hollywood, California. This time Y/n was working on her doctorates at USC, running her own business with her fashion degree called ‘Dream Closet’, and auditioning for film and tv shows.

Hollywood was a dream come true just like New York. Again she attended two different schools, this time flight school and USC. During the day she was occupied running from class to the hangar and then the observatory. Coaching dance and gymnastics on the side, designing clothes for her online shop which developed into a pop-up chain store in malls across America.

It wasn’t long until Y/n’s name grew into nationwide popularity. People started realizing the Y/n L/n who won the Gold and Silver medals in the 2008 Olympics was the same one responsible for the most recent fashion trends and guest starring on their favorite tv shows. What really set it in stone was when Y/n landed the role of an engineer officer in the 2009 reboot of Star Trek, going on to appear in both the 2013 and 2016 sequels.

Impressive was the only word her costars could use to describe her. What else was there?

Anytime there was a question involving, “who’s most likely to become president?” “Who’s most likely to try something new or create a new hobby?” “Who’s most likely to win a Nobel Prize?” Along those lines…the answer was obvious.

“Oh Y/n,” Zoe Saldana waves her hand, “Always.”

“Yeah,” Chris Pine agrees with a laugh, “That woman, I-I don’t know how one has the energy to do all that she does—a-and still want to do more.”

The Interviewer laughs with them, “didn’t she just race in the Daytona 500 last year?”

“Yes!! And she did a song with Lady Gaga when they were on American Horror Story,” Zoe’s tone is in absolute awe, “All while teaching at USC and creating new technology at NASA.” Chris lifts a finger.

“Don’t forget she had her own Mac Viva Glam line a couple years ago.” Zoe made a sound along the lines of ‘see what I mean,’.

“I’m telling you, she’s gonna be a name in the history books.”

What all has Y/n accomplished career wise? Let’s take a look.

Model, dancer, actor, singer, fashion designer, entrepreneur, athlete, engineer, race car driver, and professor.

And now she can add pilot to the list. Although she got her license to fly way back in 2009, Y/n didn’t put it to use full time until 2016, wanting to wait until after the release of Star Trek: Beyond to say goodbye to Hollywood for the time being and set forth on her next adventure.

Boy did it come as a surprise what she had planned.

The Manila folder containing her resume hit the desk of the Admiral, his eyes wide as saucers. “You wanna join the Navy?” Reading the front page for a fifth time, Cyclone glanced back at the woman in front of him. Doctor Y/n L/n. Or is it professor L/n? “And you wanna be one of my pilots?”

“Yes, Sir.”

”Ma’am, I apologize if this comes off as offending,” he really didn’t know any other way to put it. “But you are more qualified than any person on this base. Doctorates in aeronautical and astronautical engineering from the University of Southern California,” he counts off on his fingers, “you recently developed a groundbreaking advancement in space technology that’s going to help our astronauts—on the road to becoming a Nobel Prize nominee.” He raises his eyebrows, “And this is only what relates to this career field. I’m not even mentioning your acting, athletic, and fashion credentials. Why join the Navy?”

Y/n only offers a shrug, “I think the better question is, why not?” Cyclone lets out a sigh.

“What did you say your callsign was again?”

“Barbie.”

There was no stopping the small smile trying to break free, “I should’ve guessed.”

After completing OTS there was much debate on what Y/n’s rank would be coming into the Navy. Civilian lawyers and physicians often are Lieutenants (O-3) right away, but considering Y/n had two doctorate degrees and her pilot license they felt it was only fair for her to come in as Commander (O-5). From there Y/n was sent to North Island to attend Fighter Weapons School.

Better known to its flyers as Top Gun.

Y/n was used to the looks she received on a daily basis. From head to toe she was covered in variations of pink depending on what she was feeling. When teaching her briefcase and pantsuit were baby pink, in the labs her coat was hot pink, at auditions she wore pink leather jackets. Even her race car for the Daytona was pink.

Shoutout to Mac cosmetics for the sponsorship.

So it’s no surprise her flight suit would be the color she was known for—despite it being out of regulations.

Being more qualified than your superiors had its perks.

If she could have a pink F-18 she would but unfortunately that wasn’t possible. That was okay for Y/n. After all, she managed to get her own custom flight suit. One which had everyone having to do double takes whenever she walked into a room.

“Is she wearing…?”

“How the hell did they allow that?”

“Does that mean I can have mine in purple?”

Her first day at Top Gun Y/n met Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace. They were paired as roommates in the dorms and quickly became good friends. Phoenix was beyond amazed with Y/n’s accomplishments and experiences. Every conversation led to a new discovery. “Do you ever burn out?” Nat stag criss crossed on Y/n’s satin pink bed sheets, admiring her wall of photos from when she traveled to see all the wonders of both the ancient and modern world. “I feel I’d be a walking corpse from exhaustion. And you mentioned you’re still running and designing clothes for ‘Dream Closet’?”

Y/n removed her diamond studs, placing them on her desk she was using as a vanity. “I have a team dealing with the business side of things for the brand. I’m still CEO and creative director—usually I work on designs for a couple hours before bed to prepare for the next launch.”

Nat was in awe, “I have to ask….what’s been the best career you’ve done so far?” A common question Y/n heard, there was never a true answer. She loved every career. They all had their perks and their flaws, but at the end of the day it left her satisfied she achieved them.

“I don’t know yet,” she spoke truthfully, “I still have a few to check off on my list. When that happens I’ll let you know.”

Fast forwarding to 2019, Y/n answered the phone to Admiral Simpson’s voice with the news she needed to report back to North Island for a highly confidential mission. The details were unknown, but Y/n packed her bags, loaded her pink vintage corvette convertible and high tailed it to sunny San Diego.

The squeals initiated by Y/n and Nat the moment she stepped foot in the Hard Deck had heads whipping in their direction. “Hi, Barbie!” Nat’s arms opened for a hug.

“Hi, Phoenix!” Y/n accepted the embrace, still grinning ear to ear. The guys around them were looking at each other like, ‘what the…?’ Y/n wasn’t in her standard Khakis like they were—minus Rooster. She bore a pink denim number with matching boots with her hair curled and pink eyeliner surrounded by tiny rhinestones.

“You got selected too?” Nat complimented her outfit before cutting straight to the point.

“For the special detachment? Looks like it,” she winked.

“What happened to the Artemis program? Weren’t you up as a candidate?”

“Oh I still am,” Y/n affirmed proudly, “They’ll be announcing who’s to be selected in the coming months. So for now I’m still with the Bounty Hunters. Plus,” she leans in to whisper, “this will look good on my resume.” The two giggle before Y/n drifts her gaze to the boggling gazes in front of her. “Oh! I’m sorry for being so rude. I’m Y/n L/n,” extending her hand to the first person who’s name tag read Fitch, Y/n added, “But you can call me Barbie.”

“Barbie,” the blonde holding a pool cue repeated like a question, “like the toy Barbie?” Nat chuckled, throwing an arm around her friend after she was done shaking everyone’s hand as they introduced themselves.

“Fellas, if there is anyone who is a life sized version of Barbie, it’s this one right here.”

“Now, Phee…” Y/n’s tone was that of, ‘Don’t start.’

“It’s true,” the pilot defended. “Not only is she Commander Y/n ‘Barbie’ L/n,” jaws drop, “but she’s Professor and Doctor L/n.” The jaws hit the floor, “On top of founder, creative director and CEO of ‘Dream’s Closet,’” Javy makes a sound, familiar with the brand, “Emmy nominated actress,” Fanboy chokes on his water, “Olympic Gold Medalist and soon to be astronaut for the Artemis program.” By now all the guys are on the verge of losing their minds.

Bob rapidly blinks, “uh—.”

“Now I’m not an astronaut yet,” Y/n points out, “I’m a candidate for one.” Nat scoffs lightly.

“They’d be stupid not to pick you, Barb,” she then slaps her side, turning back to the guys, “Oh and how could I forget Broadway, Vogue, and the Daytona 500.”

“Daytona 500!?” Payback practically screeches.

“You were on Broadway?”

“—featured on Vogue—?!”

“Wait a minute I recognize you from Star Trek!”

“—How in the hell—.”

“Guys, guys!” Y/n laughs with her hands slightly raised, “Please, one at a time.” They were in for a long night of questions and story times. And just like Nat was years prior when she first roomed with Y/n at Top Gun, the officers were in complete amazement over the woman in front of them. Never had they met anyone like her.

“Wow,” Jake whistled once she finished bringing them up to date on her most recent careers. “You really are a real-life Barbie.”

“Shhhh,” a finger went to her lips, followed by a wink, “don’t tell Mattel.”

And thus the dagger squad was formed. Two and half weeks of hell bearing training preceding a face-with-death mission brings people closer. Every morning Y/n arrived at the hangar to a chorus of “Hi, Barbie.”

She waved at Reuben, “Hi Payback.”

“Hey there, Barbie Girl,” Javy threw her a peace sign.

“Hiya, Coyote!”

“Good morning, Barbie,” Rooster tipped his hat.

“Mornin’, Rooster.”

“Hi, Barbie!” “Hi, Barbie!” Her favorite duo harmonized.

“Hi, Bob! Hi, Phee!”

And for some closer than others….

“You know I was thinking,” Jake commented, taking Y/n’s hand before leading her to the pottery class he signed them up for. Every Friday night was reserved for date night. Dinner and a movie. Walk on the beach. Spending $20 worth of quarters at an arcade. Attending a comedy show. Paint and sip. Following the successful mission, Jake and Y/n hit it off and began seeing each other.

“Famous last words.”

“It’s not bad,” a chuckle left his lips, stopping at the door. “I just thought it was funny. You know how you’re basically Barbie?” His cheeky smile resulted in her mirroring it.

“Yessss.”

“This means I’m pretty much your Ken, right?” The question makes the woman visible ‘awe’. Jake ruffles a hand through his hair and gives his best blue steel, “we kinda look alike. Don’t you think?”

Laughing, Y/n kisses his cheek, “I mean…name a more iconic duo than Barbie and Ken.”

“Barbie and Hangman?”

“Exactly.” It was safe to assume what their Halloween costumes were going to be.

Time went on, missions were run. And after a year of anticipation—though it felt like forever, it was finally announced in 2020 Y/n would be one of the astronauts selected to be part of NASA’s Artemis program launching in 2024.

Making Y/n the first woman to go to the moon.

The call came in from a restricted number when they were in a meeting, and knowing she was to expect a call within the month everyone quickly shut up so the pilot could answer.

She excused herself to leave the room, staying in front of the window so the team could see her. Throughout the conversation Y/n’s expression remained neutral to the point none had a clue whether the news was good or bad. Only when she reentered the room did they get the answer.

“I’m going to the moon!!!”

“Ahhh!!!!” The team exploded in an array of cheers, Y/n jumping up and down, careful not to drop her phone that was in her hands when Jake lifted her in his arms.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Despite being unauthorized to show pda in uniform, Jake gave her a big kiss on the lips, not caring who saw. “You are the most exceptional human being on this planet.”

“Jake,” tears welled in her eyes, which he kissed away. Her heart filled with warmth and gratitude. Feeling on top of the world with her closest friends supporting her.

Once all calmed down and they finished the meeting, Mickey jumped from his seat, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party!” Everyone sped to the Hard Deck to celebrate the news. Mav bought the first round, followed by Payback.

“Guys you don’t have to do all that,” Y/n said once she realized they all agreed to buy her drinks for the night.

“We want to,” Nat tapped her beer with Y/n’s cocktail glass, the guys voicing agreements. “For years you’ve been dreaming about this and it’s finally happening. Your hard work is paying off and we want to celebrate—show you we love and appreciate you, Barbie.”

Y/n fought back tears, never afraid to show her emotions. Some may find it childish or thinned skin, but to Y/n that was what being human was all about. “I love you guys.”

“We love you!” The voices echoed together.

The night had been going well with the squad hanging out by the pool tables like they usually did when Y/n approached the bar to pick up the next round Mickey was paying for. Not paying attention to those beside her, she smiled at Penny and repeated the order before waiting patiently.

But what’s a night at a bar without someone who lacks boundaries.

“You must be the one they call Barbie,” a voice says, flirtation seeping through the words. Glancing to her right, Y/n recognizes a gentleman from the flight line whose name she could not recall. “You’re quite the talk around base. In fact, weren’t you in some Hollywood blockbuster?”

“Yes,” she politely responds, keeping the answer short. Though she was known to be a sweetheart and kindhearted to anyone she met, Y/n could tell where the interaction was heading toward and did not feel comfortable entertaining it any further. “A long time ago.”

“I’m Lieutenant Paul Billings,” he extended his hand, and she immediately clocked he was trying to show off his rank. ‘Boy he’s in for a treat.’

Not wanting to make a scene, she accepts the handshake. “Commander Y/n L/n,” there was emphasis on the Commander, displaying the woman was of higher rank and therefore a silent warning to Billings to not cross a line.

There was a flash of surprise on his face. Y/n held back an amused laugh, ‘guess you didn’t hear everything.’

“Something the matter, Lieutenant?”

“No,” he brushes it off, “Nothing. Say,” he nods to the bar, “can I buy you a drink.” Did he not just hear her order a round for the people she came with?

“That’s kind of you,” she starts just as Penny arrives with a try full of cold beers and her usual cocktail. “But I’m all set, thank you.” Hands moving to take the tray, she jumps slightly at the feeling of his own coming to her wrist.

“What about lunch this week?”

“I’m sorry but I am spoken for, Lieutenant,” removing his hold, Y/n takes a step away.

Now Paul had lost his reasonable composure. Scoffing, he says, “What? Am I not enough for you?” The question results in her raising a brow.

“I beg your pardon?”

He makes a face, “You think because you’ve done all these careers and occupations that you’re better than the average person? I’m not a pilot and an actor or researching the cure for cancer while creating a documentary series,” venom seeps through his tone, obviously depicting his jealousy, “Basic is not up to your standards, so you have to throw our failures in our face as if we don’t already know.”

By now a crowd has formed. Jake started moving the second he noticed Billings etching too close to his girl, followed by Nat and the others who were ready to back him up. Behind the bar, Penny was fixing to ring the bell until being stopped by Y/n’s wave of the hand.

“Are you done?”

Paul’s expression was that of, “what?” No audible response was voiced therefore Y/n continued.

“Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and say this, Paul,” Y/n drops her shoulder. The change in body language let Jake and her friends know she wasn’t taking anything that the man said personally. “I know I should be offended by your insults and insinuations, but the truth is I’m not.” A small smile forms on her lips, “I don’t view myself higher than anyone because of what I accomplished. The only person I do that to, is myself—because I don’t have to prove to no one but me that I am capable of achieving what I set my mind to. And yeah,” a light chuckle escapes, “I’ve set my mind to a lot of things—way more than the average person. But that doesn’t mean you or anyone else can’t do the same.”

Pausing Y/n takes a breath before exhaling, “You look at me, and hate the way it makes you view yourself. Makes you believe you’re a failure because you didn’t follow the path you hoped to make for yourself.” Paul’s expression shifts to one of solemnity, like he was thinking of his younger self who had dreams and aspirations. Mourning what could have been.

It made Y/n sad for him. Empathetic despite him attacking her. “One thing I’ve learned over the years…is time is what you make of it. Life is about taking risks. You can still set out to do whatever it is you wish, as long as you’re committing to taking the risk no matter how scary it is. Sure you’ll find obstacles and it’ll feel like the whole world is against you. But determination will guide you through the walls, and you will be successful so that you can look back and think, ‘it was worth it.’ As cliche as it sounds,” she couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Barbie isn’t a person or an object you can obtain. Barbie is a mindset. And you have to unlock it in your own way, Paul.”

It was so quiet in the building, a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. Their looks of awe, admiration, and even newfound motivation by Y/n’s speech. Impressed by how classy she handled what very well could have been a scream match between rival squadrons.

Behind Billings the Dagger squad stood with proud smirks at their friend. Especially Jake, who caught Y/n’s eyes and threw her a wink. Nat gave the woman a salute, a silent gesture to say, ‘you inspire me everyday.’

And Billings? Well he was at a loss for words.

Patting his shoulder, Y/n grabbed the tray of drinks, “I wish you luck, Paul.” Thanking Penny, who gave her a proud nod and replied, “this ones on the house,” Y/n returned to her friends where she was met with a sweet kiss from Jake, claps on the back and “You go girl!” “Tell them who’s boss.” “Damn, you made me wanna go out there and live life the way I should.”

“What’s stopping you, Javy?” she handed him a beer, “the world is your playground.”

A couple hours later it was time to call it a night. Hugs went around, promises to meet up the following night and tabs were closed.

On their way out, Jake dropped a kiss to Y/n forehead, pulling her close to him as he led her to the door of the parking lot, “So what’s next for you, doll? You’ve proved you can be anything and anyone you chose to be,” he grins at her, “What will you set your mind to now after space?”

“First, I want to write a book—I think that’s something a lot have been waiting for me to do. Afterwards, well, I’ll have to wait a couple more years, but,” The corner of Y/n’s lips lift up before flashing a dazzling smile, “I’m thinking….the Oval Office is in need of a makeover. Don’t you think?”

Then, before he could answer, Y/n turns her head in the opposite direction as if she’s trying to find a hidden camera. Makes eye contact with you, the reader, winking before turning back to Jake where she sets off on her next adventure.

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 2 months

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I love Daggers-as-Siblings AU's (with IceMav as the Parents)...especially when it comes to Hangman and Phoenix.

Like Hangman will tease and taunt Phoenix, as any big brother would do to their younger sister - but he will not mess with her beyond that.

Because this is the girl who shaved his eyebrows while he was sleeping.

This is the girl he's lost every single bet to.

This is the girl who would steal his phone and change Rooster's ringtone to something by Barry White (he could never figure out how to change it back so Ice or Mav had to force her to change it back for him).

...But this is also the kid sister who punched a boy in the face for calling her brother a f*ggot.

#top gun au's #hangman & phoenix #daggers as siblings #young daggers #daggers as young kids #icemav family #natasha trace #jake seresin #hangaroo #hangster #top gun maverick #dagger squad

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Bets & Bargains - Part 4

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and bradley hang out for a third time and are both left questioning whether or not a friendship could form between the two of you, or something else entirely.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3.7k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Bradley was still thinking about the quick kiss you pressed to his cheek last night, even a whopping sixteen hours later.

Your lips felt soft and unfamiliar, but he found himself wanting to feel them again. And again.

You had only given him a small, friendly peck, but it was enough to have him driving back to the frat house with a semi that only got worse the longer he let himself think about you.

It was quite ridiculous, the effect you have on him. He felt like a teenager again, getting hard from just a kiss on the fucking cheek.

Still, you were his friend - at least he and you were on the way to being friends - and he didn’t want to let himself think about you like that.

He ended up taking a cold shower then going to bed, but to his surprise, he was still thinking about you when he woke up seven hours later. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? He was supposed to be bettering himself so he could get Bri back, but he was barely thinking about her lately.

Bradley grabbed his phone and sat up as he clicked onto his messages, and he saw that Bri hadn’t gotten back to him after he finally texted her a response yesterday.

Typical.

He wished he hadn’t texted her back, because now he had taken the bait she left out and looks like the one who can’t move on, when she so clearly had.

Instead of getting annoyed at her, though, he let his thoughts shift back to you, and he was clicking on your contact before he even realized it.

Would it be too weird to tell you that I thought about you all night?

Morning, by the way.

He figured he had nothing to lose, and if you were weirded out by what he said, then it was a good thing you and he had only hung out twice, so he wouldn’t be giving up too much.

But he should know by now that you two fit each other concerningly well, and how you weren’t one to be scared away by his forwardness.

Y/n: No way, I thought about you, too.

Y/n: Morning, btw.

Bradley felt a dumb grin form on his lips as he checked the time, seeing that it was nearing ten in the morning. He got up and lazily threw his sheets over his bed in a half-assed effort of making it, using his free hand to text you back.

So we’re both thinking about each other. Any suggestions on where to go from here?

He dressed himself in dark jeans and a flannel before throwing his backpack over his shoulder and making his way across campus to his class, and when he found an empty seat and sat down, the text he received from you left him smiling for the most part of the two hour class.

Y/n: Round three?

Bradley suggested a movie night at his place since his roommates won’t be home, and you were a bit nervous to go back there since you would be completely alone with him this time and not wedged between him and a wall like you were at the party.

You were also excited, because hanging out with him had been the most fun you’ve had since attending university, and you were in your second year now.

He didn’t need to know that, though.

You tuned out for most of your classes, and when you changed into a pair of sweats and a cropped tee, your phone went off. Thinking it was Bradley, you pick it up with a smile that immediately drops when you read the caller ID.

Luke.

Of course it was him.

Even though you were actively ignoring him, he still wasn’t getting the hint that the relationship was over. You knew you needed to send him a final text and set things straight, because you were ready to move on, and he was making it harder than it should be.

Please stop texting me. We’re done, Luke. I will always be grateful for you and our time together, but it’s time we both move on. I wish you the best.

That sounded nice, right? You hoped so, anyway. You didn’t want to hurt Luke; you simply wanted him to get the message and stop contacting you until you were both over each other. Maybe you could be friends later down the road, but that was a hard maybe. You were never friends with Luke, you went from strangers pretty much right to dating.

You wanted to take your time with your next relationship, whether that was with Bradley or not. Though, you couldn’t be blamed for hoping that he is your next.

With no further communication with Luke, you pocket your phone and start the walk across the reasonably big campus and towards Bradley’s frat house, and you smirk at the reminder of why you set his contact name as Fratley.

You reach the front steps and knock on the door, second guessing your choice of outfit and wondering if it was too casual, but what else were you supposed to wear for a movie night? Comfy casual? Or uncomfortable non-casual?

When Bradley opened the door in a similar outfit, you felt better about yours, and the not so subtle way he looked you up and down definitely had your worries disappearing and your face heating up. “Hi,”

“Hi,” he said back and opened the door a bit further. “Took you long enough, I’ve been cleaning for the last hour and a half.”

You cover your mouth with a quiet laugh and step into the house. “You mean this place doesn’t look like the aftermath of a party all the time?”

Bradley playfully scoffed. “Do you think I enjoy living in that filth? I hibernate in my room half the time to avoid seeing what new mess the guys made,”

You laugh again and follow him into the living room. It looked a lot bigger than the last time you saw it, without all the people, and it was actually quite nice. “Well, I’m not sure how long you spent cleaning in here, but…” You turn to smirk at him, finding him already looking at you. “Good job.”

He holds his arms out and leans down in a bow. “Thank you,” he returned your smirk. “Did it all for you. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was thinking about you.”

You blush and look away before he could see the effect his words have on you. “It’s nice to see this place not crowded,” you change the subject and move to sit on the couch. “I can’t believe we met at a party here.”

Bradley stays where he is, the smirk still painted on his lips as he crosses his arms. “Yeah, well, if I had known this was going to happen, I would have agreed to that party a lot sooner,”

You playfully roll your eyes. “You’re full of it,”

He laughs and gestures to the doorway that leads to the kitchen. “You pick the movie and I’ll grab the snacks. Are you feeling like soda or something stronger?”

You debate it for a few seconds and come to the conclusion that you don’t want to be drunk this time around, but one drink wouldn’t hurt. “How about one beer and one soda?” You suggest and he nods with a thumbs up before disappearing into the kitchen.

Your face was still a bit hot as you sat by yourself, and you knew you needed to get a grip. Bradley was just another guy; a cute, funny and confident guy.

Yeah, you were fucked.

Bradley still hadn’t come back when your phone went off, and when you saw that it was Sam calling you, you declined it and opened your text thread with her to let her know that you were busy at the moment. Then she beat you to it.

Sammy: YOU BROKE UP WITH LUKE????

Your heart dropped a bit, though you’re not sure why. You didn’t just break up with Luke, the break up happened months ago, and Sam knows this.

Sammy: Y/n what the fuck

Sammy: You guys were supposed to work it out.

You scoff and type out a response, and you were a bit annoyed that Luke went running to his sister and your fucking roommate instead of moving on and letting things go like an adult would.

We broke up months ago, Sam. That’s not new news. I’m busy right now, so I can’t talk about this. And I don’t want to. I’ll see you at home later.

You lock your phone just as Bradley returns with three cans in one hand, and another can and a bowl of chips in the other. You were a bit impressed as you reached up to take the three cans from him with a laugh. “Wow, no need to show off,” you joked and he shook his head with a smile as he set the bowl down onto the coffee table.

“I don’t like making more than one trip,” he replied and you hum in agreement as you take a chip and watch as he sits next to you. He left very little room in between you, but you didn’t care a bit. This close proximity allowed you to inhale the piney scent of his cologne and see every fleck of gold in his brown eyes.

Oh yeah. You were seriously fucked.

Bradley’s plans of getting Bri back had been completely pushed to the back of his mind, and it’s been that way since he met you.

The more he thought about it, he realized he didn’t miss her as much as he did that morning she broke up with him. He was far too preoccupied with thoughts of you, and that scared him a bit for a few reasons.

One; he met you only a few days ago and has spent more time with you than he has with the majority of his friends.

Two; he was supposed to be focusing on trying to fix things with Bri but wasn’t putting much effort at all into that task at the moment as he sits literally right next to you on the couch.

And three; Eli and Wes might start to believe he’s actually going through with the stupid bet.

Which wasn’t what was happening at all. Yeah, you were the girl he drunkenly and stupidly picked when he came up with the bet, but he was hanging out with you because he wanted to. Not because he was planning on getting money out of it.

“Did you pick a movie?” He asked as you leaned back on the couch and opened your beer, and he couldn’t deny that he found the way you liked his favorite type of beer attractive. You were really attractive, there was no questioning that.

You freeze for a couple seconds before giving him a shy smile. “I did not,”

He laughed and grabbed the remote from off the coffee table and leaned back as well. “Well, pick something,” he said and handed you the remote.

“Why me?” You pout and flip through the possible options of movies. “I don’t know what kind of movies you like.”

“I’ll watch anything,” he shrugged and opened his beer, hoping the cold liquid would help ease his heated body. He had no idea why he reacted to you like this, but he felt like an out of control teen all over again for the second time this week.

You huff and skim through a few more comedies before settling on a horror movie from the 90s, and Bradley lifted a brow at your choice. “What?” You asked as you tossed the remote onto the cushion beside you and crossed your legs.

“Nothing,” he answered, nonchalantly draping his arm across the back of the couch. “I just didn’t take you as a scary movie girl.”

You scoff and glance up at him. “The scarier the better,” you say back and he swore you moved a little closer to him.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who can watch a horror film then sleep peacefully right after,” he challenged, daring to move his leg just an inch closer to yours.

You shrugged and gave him that unbelievably sexy smirk he loved seeing. “Like a baby,”

He refrained from asking you to marry him right then and there, and instead he shifted his attention to the TV mounted on the wall and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. “You’re crazy,” he uttered as he kept his eyes on the screen.

You laugh quietly and sip on your beer as the movie begins.

Bradley had no idea when the small gap between his body and yours became non-existent, but as he held you against his side with his arm around your shoulders and your beers discarded, he didn’t care to know.

You were warm, and it might’ve been from the blanket he threw over the both of you, but he liked to think it was because you were feeling the same way he was.

Your body fits damn near perfectly with his, your height difference making it easy for him to hold you like this without his arm cramping up.

About an hour into the movie you had fallen asleep, your head pressed against his chest and your arm draped over his lap. You had shifted like that in your sleep, and he borderline loved the way your body reacted to his, even while you were sleeping. He turned the sound down a bit until he could barely hear it, but he didn’t mind the fact that he had to really strain to be able to understand what was happening.

Bradley felt himself falling asleep, too, when your phone lit up from its place on the coffee table. He didn’t mean to, but his gaze naturally shifted to the lit up screen and he accidentally ended up reading the text you received.

Luke: What a fucking waste of time, huh? We get into one fight and you just decide to check out? Fuck you, Y/n. Don’t talk to me ever again.

Bradley could only assume that Luke is your lovely ass of an ex boyfriend, and he felt his brows furrowing as a warmth settled over his face.

Who the fuck did this guy think he is? No wonder you broke up with him.

Bradley never talked to Bri like that, or really anyone for that matter, let alone someone he loved. Luke loved you? As if.

He wanted to grab your phone and call the fucker, but you shifted again and drew his attention away from your bad choice of a boyfriend. You pulled the blanket up further and nuzzled your face against the side of his neck, and he felt himself calming down a bit as your quiet and even breathing met his ears.

You were so sweet, how could anyone ever talk to you like that?

Without meaning to, Bradley fell asleep with his chin resting on the top of your head, and the next morning he had a pain in his neck so fucking bad, he nearly got up to take enough painkillers to knock him back out again so he could sleep it off.

Then he glanced down at you, still asleep on his chest, and he thought that maybe it was worth it since he got to wake up to the pretty sight.

The TV had turned off automatically during the night, leaving the living room dark as he had closed the curtains before you got here yesterday. He grabbed his phone and squinted at the brightness as he checked the time. It was almost nine in the morning, and he knew he needed to get ready for his class that was in about an hour, but he really did not want this little moment with you to end just yet.

Reluctantly, he gently began shaking your shoulder after a few more minutes had passed. “Y/n,” he quietly said, watching as you began to stir. “Wake up, babes.”

He didn’t mean to call you that, it just slipped out, but the way you slowly sat up and grinned over at him made him want to call you that all the time. “Morning, babes,” you greet in a hoarse voice, reaching up to rub at your eyes as the blanket falls from your shoulders. “What time is it?”

“Almost nine,”

You gasped, “In the morning?”

“Yeah,” he laughed and began massaging his neck, trying to work out the kink he felt.

“Shit,” you mutter and grab your phone, making Bradley remember the rude text you got from Luke. He hated the fact that he knew what you would be reading the next time you checked your phone, and he wished he could’ve done something about it but knew it wasn’t his place. He’d let you tell him more about your ex if you wanted to, and he’d keep his opinions to himself for now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep and stay over.”

“It’s okay,” he waved you off and slumped back against the couch again. “You must’ve needed it. You slept for quite a while.”

You blush and smooth out your hair. “I should get going, I have class soon,”

Bradley nodded and watched as you stood up. “Do you want a ride back to your place? I’m going that way anyway,” he offered. “I need coffee.”

You laugh and look down at your casual outfit, which was strangely sexy to him. “You know, usually I’d turn down a three minute drive and just walk, but I don’t really want to be seen in this so early in the morning, so yeah,” you answer and pull the blanket off him, folding it and setting it aside.

He huffed out a laugh and stood up as well. “Let’s go then,” he said and began walking with you to the front door. “You look hot, by the way. You shouldn’t care what people see you in.”

You blush again and glance back into the living room, seeing the scattered beer and soda cans. “I can help clean up first,”

“No, it’s alright,” he grunted and grabbed his keys from off the table near the door. “I’ll do it later. I don’t ever make a mess, so the guys won’t get pissed at me for leaving it like that.”

Nodding, you step outside when he opens the door and walk out to the Jeep. Once you are inside, you turn to him with a small smile. “I keep saying this, but I had fun last night,” you say quietly as he reversed out of the driveway. “I know I fell asleep pretty early on, but still.”

Bradley laughed and put the car in drive. “I had fun, too,” he said. “You weren’t kidding about the whole ‘falling asleep after horror movies’ thing, huh?”

You covered your mouth as you laughed, too, and Bradley wondered why you often did that, but now wasn’t the time to ask. “Nope,”

The drive was a short one, and two minutes later he was pulling up to your dorm and regretting not offering to walk with you instead of driving as it would’ve given him a few extra minutes with you.

He put the car in park then turned to you, meeting your eye as you unbuckle your seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride,” you say in a teasing tone.

Bradley laughed quietly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. Then he leaned in and kissed your cheek like you did with him after dinner at Five Guys, and when he pulled away he saw that a pretty blush had taken over your face again. “No problem,”

You smile again and hop out of the car, getting to the third step and hesitating for a few seconds before you turn around and make your way to the driver’s side door. You pull it open and grab a fistful of his shirt, guiding him into a kiss he was all too willing to accept. It didn’t last long, unfortunately, but it still left the both of you wearing dumb smiles when you pulled away. “I’ll see you later?” You whisper and he nods, reaching up to gently tug on your bottom lip before your smile grows and you step away, closing the door afterwards.

You give him a small wave before disappearing into the dorm and leaving Bradley with a heat deep in his body. He had to force himself to drive to the coffee shop a few minutes away, and then back home once he got his fix.

When he entered the house, he saw Eli sitting on the couch with a smirk on his face. “Fun night?” He asked as he nodded towards the cans and empty bowl. “Was it Bri?”

Bradley scoffed as he put his coffee cup down and began gathering up the cans. “No,” he answered and put the cans into the bowl. “Y/n.”

Eli’s smirk grew at that and Bradley instantly regretted telling him about you. “Ah, Y/n,” he laughed. “You really want that money, huh?”

Bradley narrowed his eyes. “No, actually, I don’t,” he replied and grabbed his coffee again. “I don’t want your stupid money, okay? I like Y/n, really. She’s nice and so not the person I thought she was.”

Eli just nodded but was still wearing that stupid smirk as he looked back down at his phone, and it made Bradley feel a bit uneasy.

“I’m not kidding,” he warned. “Let it go.”

Eli raised his hands in surrender. “I’m chilling, man,” he muttered but Bradley knew better.

But he refused to waste his time trying to get his friend to understand him when he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. So he just left him there and brought the bowl to the kitchen before getting ready for class, still thinking about the kiss he shared with you that he wished was so much longer.

He already couldn’t stop thinking about the peck you gave him on the cheek, but now he had gotten a taste of the real thing, and he was so close to throwing out every promise he made to himself about bettering himself for Bri and giving all his time to you.

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Life or Death Experience [Part 2]

Read Life or Death Experience [Part1 Here]

Top Gun Maverick Au Series

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky

Supporting Characters: Maverick, The Daggers Squad, Cyclone, Bates, Hondo and etc

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The snow is slowly getting ready to pick up speed as some bit fell from the sky onto the ground level in the air, as she flew. JenPen wasn’t sure if she was gonna be fired or not after that stunt she pulled back there, but after feeling like she just died twice hearing Dagger 1 and 2 were down, she felt like the gearshift to race off and find them. The girl refused to believe they were goners.

The girl was like a ball of dust behind and in between the clouds, speeding off a fewest touchdown with other aircrafts until she noticed Maverick and Rooster from far away and two misleading shot heading towards them. “Not today..” She muttered taking down a pilot’s leading missiles as Rooster quickly started shooting down another pilot. He didn’t notice his girlfriend was the one in the cockpit, until he whipped his head to notice her plane gasping, “Jen?!” Before either one of them to respond to their radio, the couple was hit separately by the enemy aircrafts…

From where Maverick was standing and dodging a hit, he saw it all. The older man was taken back, in his eyes both of his children were down for the count and exposing themselves to the snowy woods. His whole world stopped pacing in itself as he paused fearing he lose them forever due to his picks for the mission, then he saw it, two brightly colored parachutes flying in the air and his feet ran quicker than his brain could process it.

~~~~

Rooster quickly woke up in a pile of snow and groaned sitting up, wiping away the snowflakes that fallen onto his face. It was an addicting adrenaline run that came over him as he noticed a few feet away from him stood JenPen, then he remembered that just happened and grumbled loudly. JenPen sat on her knees pounding the snowy ground, sucking her teeth and groaned as relief and realization hit her.

She noticed Bradley starting to wipe away snow from his suit glaring her. JenPen raise an eyebrow with such attitude and yelled, “What? You mad at me or something?!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Rooster yelled with a strong look.

“Is that how you greet the woman who saved your ass?!”

“You throw my ass in the snow!”

“I did not!”

“What are you doing here?!”

“Saving your ass from there ass!”

“I was fine, I didn’t need you to save me!”

JenPen stood up at this point with her hands on her hips and joked, “Aww, Princess Bradshaw doesn’t need saving? I’ll just go then!”

“With what form of transportation? You’re feet?!” Said Rooster as he rolled his eyes with his hands on his own hips.

“I—? That’s not the point! I deserve at least a ‘thank you’ or—”

“Is that Maverick?”

“Huh?”

The couple turned their heads slowly to see what looks to be a Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell running at lighting speed the best he could in the high piles of snow that surrounded them. The pair looked at each other and gulp in fear knowing something was coming with the face the older man had. Once he arrived Maverick yelled, “You alright?”

“Yeah I’m good! You alright?” JenPen and Rooster asked with their arms in reach expecting a smile but instead they were pushed to the ground.

“Fucking hell!” Bradley yelled in surprise, looking at Maverick like he was insane, “What the hell?”

“Bradley stop cursing!” JenPen shouted to him then, turned to look at her father surprised by his action, “What was that for?!”

“What are you guys doing here?!’ Maverick shouted in relief and annoyance at their actions.

“What am i doing here?” Bradley shouted back standing up and helping JenPen onto her feet.

Maverick pinched the bridge of his nose and ground, “You think I took down that missile so you could be down here with me? You should be back on the carrier right now!” He turned to his daughter next, “And you! You are a Dagger Spare, you should be back there waiting for him and the others, not here. Especially in your condition.”

Rooster questioned Maverick’s last words ‘condition’ and sucked in his teeth in frustration pressing, “First off, i saved you life, Mav! We both did!”

“I saved your lives! That’s the whole point! What the hell were you even thinking?” Maverick questions.

“You told me not to think!”

“Well i…” Pete was left without words knowing that’s what exactly what he said and exhale, “It’s good to see both of you.”

“Good to see you too.”

Jen looked around with a hand on her chest exhaling, “So were sticking together right? So what’s the plan?”

“First off, you’re just as insane as i am for coming here.” Maverick exclaimed and half smiled, “In all likelihood, search and rescue won’t be up here in a few hours. We got two option, stay here and hide, or get back up in the air.”

“How would we even do the second one, exactly? We got no functioning aircrafts with us.” Bradley said, looking around keeping an eye on his girl and uncle Mav for any injures.

~~~~

Pete gave them a knowing look to indicate for them to follow him to the other side of the forest. He noticed how close they’ve grown holding hand and wished he saw more of it over the last two weeks before the mission. Bradley sighed marching towards the direction of the mountains grumbling. JenPen followed both her boys, marching along the forest questioning if they might not even get a chance to talk.

She stopped, “Guys wait! We not make it out alive and if I’m gonna fly with you guys, i need to know we’re all on the same page…please?”

Maverick looked at Rooster, as they shared a look then look at Jen knowing she was right. Bradley sighed, “Why did you pick me and not Hangman or Coyote? After everything that’s going all between all of us, I figured you wouldn’t want to!”

Pete winced, “I’d prefer to have you by my side any day, regardless of what happened. I was just scared okay…”

“Scared of what? Screwing up or getting drafted on a dangerous mission? Pulling my papers broke us apart! All of us!”

Jen looked down at the last part and spoke, “The night we found that the paperwork was pulled broke us, dad! Bradley left us…we were all heartbroken, you even wanted to pulled mine…why?”

~~~~

“Because i was scared of you guys getting hurt or worse, not making it out alive!” Pete sadly admitted, “I’ve lost so many people in my life because of the Navy…i lost my parents, best friend and even wingmen. I wanted to save both of you from that heart ache of losing each other!..you two are my kids and i love both of you. You were the last people in my life i refused to lose, but i lost you guys anyway due to my actions…”

Bradley frowned but stayed quiet, looking away for a moment before glanced back at them. Tears started to form. “I left our family behind because i thought i wasn’t good enough for the Navy, Mav! I made Jen believe that it was her fault and that she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to break my heart…i broke the heart of the one girl, i knew i want would have my back! I ran away from you…” He said, shaking his head at the mere thought of that night, “I hated it!”

“Because i didn’t know either before i was given that letter from you, Roo..i told you and i screamed at dad that day…I made Bradley believe he wasn’t trustworthy! I knew i wasn’t gonna make it into the Navy without your support and i threw my enlistment papers in the trash..so we were sent back a few years. I was heartbroken, i cried for days because of that night…” Jen said as she admitted to how she felt, “Because dad didn’t want to see us in the Navy or something!”

Maverick stayed quietly hearing both of them. He knew it must’ve hurt and he remembers how crazy that month went. Pete decided to tell them the truth, “You’re both right. I was scared, but both of you are born to be in the air! Bradley, you don’t trust yourself nor your aircraft and it tends to hold you back. Jennifer, you get spooked too quickly and end up doing something hugely impulsive that can backfire. I could see it..”

“You didn’t..I—” Bradley spoke but Pete stopped him with a look.

Pete contained a sigh and continued, “The day you told that me wanted to join the Navy, i was trilled, but like i said i was scared. I remember, i made a promise to Carole that i wouldn’t let you guys fly just yet, especially after what happened to Goose. She was scared both of her babies would goners before they got time to live their lives! And so i was..i wanted both of you to live longer than Goose and any other wingmen in the past who died young, in doing so, i messed up…I’m sorry for what we did, we were trying to protect you.”

“You made a promise to my mom that we live our lives before we fly? You wanted me to fly?”

“Yes i did! From the moment you were born, a part of me always knew you would be flying up there and having a good time. I never wanted for anything of this to happen and I’m sorry I stood in your way. I just want to..”

JenPen stayed quiet wiping tears as she listening to them with a hand on her chest. It took her a moment but she finished her dad’s words, “..protect us.”

~~~~

They were marching on a little to keep warmth and not stay in one place. Maverick let out a sad smile taking both Bradley and Jennifer. The pair grabbed Pete’s hand and gripping onto them for dear life, realizing how much they missing out on contacting one another.

Pete sighed, “You two are my pride and joy, and i want to see you guys succeed! There are still things you need to work on and clear out, before you can reach the level of greatest I know you have within you. You’re skills and instincts are what got you guys here so far.”

Bradley smiled wiping a tear from his eye and chuckled, “Damn right i did! I took down a missile to save your ass.”

Jen rolled her eyes and smiled, “If were talking truths and revealing stuff...i got something to say.”

“What is it?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JenPen grinned, tapping her gloved hand onto her very flat belly. The girl shrugged playing it off cool but couldn’t stop the giggles that escaped her lips. Maverick’s eyes popped up like a Jack-In-The-Box laughing with joy already knowing the important news, it’s why he pushed his daughter more lightly onto the snowy ground in the pits of his anger than Rooster. Speaking of Rooster, the man was completely speechless at the news of him being a father and never imagined it to happen so fast.

Jennifer raise an eyebrow giggling said in a jokingly manner, “Uh, earth to chicken? You alright?”

“You’re pregnant?!” Bradley exclaimed as a huge smile filled his entire body.

“Y-yeah! You happy?”

“Happy?!”

Before JenPen had a moment to response, Rooster lifted his gorgeous gal into his arms and spinning them around in gleeful smiles. His emotions couldn’t handle the craziness of the situation first finally he told the reason why his papers were pulled and now he’s told about going to be a daddy. The man was trilled. Maverick laughed, throwing his head back at Rooster’s reaction and JenPen’s giggles.

Once Jen was back on her feet and still in his boyfriends arms, the girl said, “I’ll take that as long yes?”

“Oh my god, yes!” Rooster replies grinning and then turned to Mav, “Did you know?”

Pete nodded with a smile and replied, “I was told earlier today, i almost let it slip after i found. Now let’s go before we’re dead!”

~~~

The trio walked, more like ran up a mountain of snow, eventually ducking behind a snow bank as they peered through the smoke and debris as the cold played on their faces while looking for an escape plan, hopefully.

“There!” Maverick said, pulling out a set of binoculars that he carried with him. Bradley and Jen peered over to see what he was looking up, their eyes widen at the realization.

“The hell-are you crazy?” Jen asked, “Oh wait, don’t answer that.”

“You’re not serious.” Bradley asked, “An F-14..?”

“I shot down 3 MiGs in one of those.” Maverick responded as if it was nothing and his daughter sighed wondering how this can work.

“Uh hello?! We don’t even know if that bag of ass can fly!” Rooster argued, making a very valid point.

“Let’s find out.”

And Maverick was off racing towards the frontlines down the mountain. Jen gasp, “Dad no!” as Bradley yelled, “Mav?! I...okay.” The two ran off him bumping into each other until they all reached the planes. Maverick gave them instructions to get in the F-14 as he got into the other one.

As Bradley entered the backseat he joked, “This thing is so old!”

“So is dad!” Jen joked pack fixing her helmet in the front seat.

Maverick rolled his eyes and grumbled, “I heard that!”

The two laughed, getting ready to fly and follow Maverick’s lead. JenPen grinned, “Never thought we get fly together huh, honey?”

Rooster thought about it for a moment and grinned, “I would’ve liked it in better circumstances sweetheart. Wait-have you ever flown one of theses before?!”

“Do you want the answer to that right now?”

“We’re gonna die.”

“With that negativity we just might!”

“Again, you almost killed me back there!”

“I was saving your ass, dummy!”

“I was saving all our asses, women!”

Maverick cut them off, “Hey! As much as I love you two together, it’s not the right time to argue, understand?”

They both mumbled, “Yes.” like two children being caught in the act. Soon enough they were off flying behind Maverick, wondering how they were gonna get this in the air but they were answered rather quickly.

“Why are the wings coming out dad?” JenPen asked glanced at the jet in front of her, following her father’s lead, confused after no response from him.

“Uh, Mav? This is a taxiway, not a runway! This is a very short taxiway, Mav!” Rooster reminded, but it was no use, no response from him either. The jets started moving forward, picking up speed.

“You just hang on and follow my lead.” Maverick said calmly, guiding the kids up with him as flew up the runway. JenPen grumbled and took a breath, flying upwards while Rooster braced for impact, as the two yelled slightly. A cling was loudly heard from behind them and smiled in relief, getting a strong feeling they are gonna make it home.

~~~~~

Back on the carrier. Cyclone was humming and gripping the sides of the desk looking between the controls. Warlock sighed trying to figure out a new move as he saw The Daggers return from the mission with a sad success. Amber was pacing back and forth watching her friends return keeping an eye on controls and walked out of the room, begging the world for a response from Maverick, Rooster and JenPen. The women glares at Cyclone was a fire pierced glare, sass and cries of anger filed up her body.

Bob and Fanboy were in the hallway with Payback and Hangman discussing the actions of the mission. Coyote was in the medical ward of the carrier with Phoenix since she was being looked at the nurses and doctors for any damage to her body. The whole carrier felt silent while a high piercing sorrow filled up the airways of everyone in it, searching for any signs of pilots.

Cyclone was walking down the hallway glancing at the young Kazansky walking down with Warlock to discus matters with the Daggers, she followed. Cyclone kept going on and on about how reckless they acted and wanted answered on the Michelle family, since he figured they knew about the relationship between the group. The Daggers tried their best to explain but none of the answers was to his liking.

Amber’s temper was rising more and more knowing that this could’ve all been resolved if she was just able to sent Hangman and anyone else after them from the start. She hated the fact that Cyclone was tossing JenPen’s name around as well, calling her impulsive and reckless wanting her to be court-marshaled once she returned, if she did return.

Then the top of the glass was filled when Cyclone said, “Rooster, Maverick and JenPen desired what’s coming to them! Not once, was I informed about the couple either. Their wings will be taken away the hour they step foot onto this carrier, the three better hope the officers have a change of heart.”

“That’s it, let me at ‘em!” Amber shouted with her fists curled, chest puffing heavily, speeding towards the admiral’s face to give him a good swing in that jaw of his.

Her shouts caught all of them off guard, Cyclone’s eyes widen and Warlock let out a grunt. The Daggers got quick to their feet, yelling and shouting. Amber arm was in the perfect position to swing a good one towards’ his face when a pair of arms wrapped around her waistline, dragged her backwards. “No, let me at ‘em! Let me go!” she said shouted once again trying back the arms that tighten around her waist and the gentle hand placed on forehead.

A few hushed were heard in her ears and small circles rubbed onto her back to calm her down. She soon realized who’s arms she was placed into. Phoenix and Coyote’s arms. Hangman was standing behind them, glancing between her and Cyclone in full force, his chest was puffed out and ears were ringing.

Warlock stopped them all but before we can say a word, an operator ran from the room, a frantic expression on their face. “Sir, sir!” They said, “We’re receiving a signal from Rooster’s ESAT, but it appears to be malfunctioning, sir!”

“What?” Amber asked, now calmer and looked around the room in pure shock.

“Malfunctioning how?” Cyclone asked, while Bate questions knowing JenPen wasn’t far behind.

“Sir, Overwatch is reporting an F-14 Tomcat is airborne and on course for our position.” Explained another as they ran into the control room.

“He’s airborne.” Amber muttered.

“It can’t be..can’t it?” Bate said in awe and hopes it was true.

“Maverick.” Cyclone muttered his face a pure picture of surprise, then sighed deeply, “Get Hangman in the air and I want him to get eyes on that Tomcat, now!”

~~~~

Amber run up to the taxiway of the carrier where Hangman was setting up his cockpit and hearing the radio from the operator. He placed his helmet on again and glanced at his lady, “You alright?”

“Could be better. We will deal with that outburst later.” Amber tried reasoning with her boyfriend and sighs, standing on the latter nearby the jet.

“Everything will be fine, I promise. Also, I would’ve let you punch Cyclone it wasn’t for our position on this mission.”

“I know you would’ve. Now go kick some ass!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

And Hangman was off the carrier as The Daggers raced off in preparation for the landing soon

~~~~

The trio had to keep their helmets on while smiling and waving at bandits like idiots, flying off and around the air to return home. It was stressful and dearly annoying, JenPen got inpatient and Rooster tried fighting out the urge to telling them race off while Maverick stayed calm. The jig was up and they all knew it, as one bandit pulled up beside them.

“His wingman is moving into a weapons envelope, so listen up. When I tell you, you grab those rings above your head. That’s the ejection handle.” Maverick remained calm, trying not to show how scared he felt in that moment. He didn’t neither of the kids to fill up with fears, knowing they are strong enough to hopefully face this.

“Honey, I think we can outrun theses guys.” Rooster said in a fear and proudness laced in his voice. He was just the RIO in this moment while JenPen was the front facing pilot with nerves in her eyes but remained playing it off cool. He and Maverick talked, knowing it was a dogfight.

“Yeah. An F-14? Against 5th generation fighters?” JenPen reminded both of them with her hands on the wheel, glaring at the skies between them. Maverick glances at the side of their planes and the bandits.

“It’s not the plane. It’s the pilot.” Bradley repeated himself. “You’d go after them if we wasn’t here.”

Maverick sighed, “But you are both here...I’ll fight one of them off, you take the other one.”

So the fight was on. Maverick stayed in his lane fighting off the fighters while JenPen and Rooster fought against another set. They fired missiles and gun, focused on shooting them down. The bandits were smart but so were they, flying behind the clouds and around mountains of greenery and snow as their covers, getting the jump on them. JenPen saw sometime in the radar and shot a missile, “I’mma try something.”

“Go ahead.” Rooster said pushing the bottom switch to eject more flare with a slight smirk.

They decide to do a small similar maneuver on the bandit after seeing it do a spiral spin on them and started firing at them. One bandit was in the air searching for them, finding nothing on the radar confused when suddenly Rooster and JenPen did a inverted dive and flipped over where they were upside down facing the bandit with a grin.

“What the-?” The bandit questioned was confused for a moment and looking around for Maverick’s signal but found nothing. Rooster smirked sticking out the middle finger saying, “Smile for the birdie!” as JenPen flew them above and beyond the bandit. Rooster pushed the button and send out flares to the guy in the cockpit and the other behind them. The two laughed.

“How’s that for commentating with foreign relations?” Rooster joked as they speed off towards the higher edge of the clouds. Maverick was in the air soon a few clouds away. Everything was fine until they took a few hits as it turned into a cat and mouse game, they were out of flares on both ends, the kids panicked as Maverick felt like he re-living a fear of his all over again.

He sighed squeezing his eyes and shouted, “We gotta bail! We gotta eject!” That caught Bradley’s attention, “What?! No!”

“It has to be done! We need altitude! Pull the ejection handles the second you do.”

JenPen groaned and her grip on the wheel tighten, it felt like a nightmare and looked over her shoulder at the guys. “DAD NO! WAIT!”

“There is no other way, you have to!” Maverick recounter flying upwards, hoping they followed his lead.

She looked up in the air for reassurance whispering and Rooster prayed to whoever was listening muttering, “Talk to me, dad...” Without a second to spare they were off in the air higher and fast as JenPen shouted, “Eject!” They can both hear from the radio Maverick screaming to the top of his lungs to eject from their seats that very moment. His heart dropped his to stomach and his ears rang as he heard Bradley’s cries, “It’s not-it’s not working!”

The pounding in Maverick’s chest rises as he hears both JenPen and Rooster shouting trying to escape the jet but nothing was working. The handles refused to eject them out of the plane. He tighten his eyes shut mumbling how sorry he was as it dawned on him, he failed both of his kids that very moment...

~~~

Rooster felt his body went cold and his hands squeezing for warmth looking around in full force to survive this mission, but he knew he was a goner. He was gonna die the same way as his father. Bradshaw family gone. He can hear Jen’s heavy breathes and impulsive ways of pounding the front of the dash, he knows she was upset and mostly scared.

Bradley wished he can hold her and tell her it was gonna be okay but he can’t. His only thought was how he didn’t get to marry her before he died, or to even ask Maverick for his permission first...

BOOM! It was heard loud and clear, Jen snapped her head whipping around releasing a breath she was holding onto. An explosion that spooked her, seeing it was a bandit and a few other getting blasted into pieces. Maverick took a sharp breath believing he died at the moment and was sent off to heaven with Goose, but he wasn’t. Bradley rolled his head back gasping for air and turned to see what just happened.

A jet appeared from the black smoke and rough piercing noise. A solid F-18 in it’s full glory. Then they heard it. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, return your try tables to their locked and upright positions, and prepare for landing.”

Bradley rolled his eyes in relief and broke into a small. JenPen laughed and shook her head. Maverick grinned proud of this student.

“Hey, Hangman! You look good.” Bradley said into the radio.

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good!” Jake replied with a grin, “The missus let me go take it for a spin.”

“I can see that.”

“I’ll see you back on deck.”

Jake flew guiding them to the carrier with glee, radioing to the tower that he found them and they will need medical attention. Amber heard it from the radio calling was troops on deck to get ready. Maverick followed Jake with JenPen and Rooster behind them. They lost an engine but Jen wasn’t gonna confirm that to Bradley.

It was a rough landing but they got out safely. Maverick out of his jet first asking if they were ok as they nodded, as the trio found themselves hugging in the crowd that surrounded them. A few tears were shed that they survived, pulling away Rooster run towards Bob and Phoenix in full force.

Jake grinned shaking his hand and said, “You did good!’

“Thanks! You got yourself another kill.” Bradley respond returning the grin.

“Make that two! Sorry about the last few days.”

“It’s alright!”

For the hell of it, Phoenix couldn’t help herself and said, “You know, Mav has five. Makes him an ace.”

The two shrugged knowing they can’t beat Maverick for the life of them, pulling Phoenix into a hug. Amber found them slapping Rooster’s arms for the stunt he pulled earlier dragging JenPen along, who she found hugging Hondo.

JenPen was released from the hold and hugged Phoenix who scolded her saying, “What is wrong with you?! You almost gave us all a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry! I was impulsive.” JenPen admitted looking around at her friends, noticing Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy coming into the group. She thought it was a good time as any to tell them. She sighed, “Also I got something to say!”

Payback and Coyote looked each other confused, Bob shrugged having no idea. Jake raised an eyebrow at her, “What? Did you get promoted?”

“Not exactly in the way you think, Bagman.” Natasha remarked chuckling and winked at Amber.

Rooster smirked placing a hand on his girlfriend’s flat belly and rubbing a few small circles. Fanboy grinned and Bob clapped hugging JenPen. Coyote’s eyes darted quickly noticing the hand placement and gasped, “You’re kidding?!”

Payback smirked, “You went up there to save your baby daddy?! That’s my girl!”

Rooster laughed throwing his head back hugging The Daggers. Jake is silent the whole time breaking into a howling laughter and joked, “Papa Rooster and Mama Mitchell?! I better be the uncle!”

Everyone was laughing and cheering, noticing a few admirals and officers, trying to process all that happened. However it all came to a stop when a strong voice was heard in the crowd. “Maverick. Rooster. JenPen. To the briefing room, now!” It was Cyclone with a piercing look that meant business.

~~~

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