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themissingmango · 1 day
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batsbr · 13 days
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aimee-doll-333 · 2 years
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Every friend group should have;
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rosiahills22 · 1 year
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Y/N “They should have named you hangover”
Jake smirking “Why’s that, sweetheart?”
Y/N “Cause you always give me a damn headache”
*Y/N walks out of the room*
Jake, smiling “I’m gonna marry that girl”
‼️‼️‼️‼️ SOMEONE WHO WRITES, PLEASE USE THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE‼️‼️‼️
Then tag me 😚
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whatsanari · 4 months
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sorry I had way to much fun with these ones 🫶
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Iceman: What’s your blood type?
Maverick: How would I know?
Iceman: How would you not!
Maverick: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?
Iceman: You don’t know your own blood type, BUT YOU KNOW WHO DISCOVERED THEM?!
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littleenglishfangirl · 5 months
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Unexpected - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female!Reader
Word Count: 4,424
Request: 'Hey, can I ask for a story that takes place after the uranium mission where the Dagger Squad is still together, e.g. they became instructors in Top Gun. They behave like a big family, Jake has changed, he still has a big ego and self-confidence but he started thinking about starting a family, and he is more friendly. And Jake started dating a girl about 10 years younger...' Read More ~ @tinka490
Warnings: Mention of injury, swearing, slightly judgy Dagger squad, allusions to sex but nothing even close to smut, age gap, use of y/n
Notes: This is a beast! This is easily the longest piece I have ever written for Tumblr ever. I am so self-conscious about this. I wrote the Rooster scene first and fell in love with it, I just spiralled from there. Doing this, I did learn I need to work more on my fluff writing though. I feel that angst and smut come more naturally, but I really want to improve.
As always, please leave your feedback - I hope you enjoy! ~ Find my Masterlist Here
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Jake never expected to still be at Top Gun after the Uranium mission, but when they had requested the dagger squad stay on as instructors, promises of further promotions at the end of it, none of them could really say no. It was what he was chasing, after all. 
Another thing he had not expected was just how fond he would become of his teammates. With the ice finally and irrevocably broken with Rooster and the squad’s eternal gratefulness for saving both him and Mav, they had all finally fallen in rather well with one another. He would even go so far as to call them his family. 
The most unexpected of all, however, was you.
Jake Seresin was a lady’s man, he liked casual fun and a way to let off some adrenaline after a day flying, so when he came to the bar early one day hoping to catch Pete before one of his first classes and instead found you, your nose stuck in a book behind the bar, he never expected that you would be laid in his bed eight months later, tucked lovingly against his chest with your soft breathing lulling him back to sleep. 
***
Jake coughed lightly, trying to pull your attention away from your book as he approached the bar, leaning against it as he waited. You still didn’t glance up. “Hello?” he asked again, smirking as he watched you jump.
“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, slamming your book closed. “You scared the life out of me – the bar isn't open until five,” you breathed, putting your book down more carefully than you had closed it and took in the man in front of you, his eyes seemed kind and he was smiling at you, obviously amused. You smoothed your skirt down as you stood from your barstool, 
“Sorry, m’dear,” he grinned, “Just looking for Pete, Pete Mitchell?” you looked at him for another moment, taking in his flight suit. 
“He’s out on the boat with Penny, I think, sorry,” you smiled awkwardly, feeling your cheeks go hot under his incessant gaze. 
“Ah damn,” Jake tapped the bar lightly, glancing at the clock and sighing. 
“I-I could take a message?” 
“No, no that’s alright,” he pulled his gaze back to you and stood quietly for a second. “I don’t think I have seen you around here before,” he stated but posed it more like a question. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you. He needed to be at his class in 20 minutes, but he couldn’t move himself away from the bar. You were obviously younger than him, around nine or ten years if he were to guess, but that didn’t make you any less beautiful to him. 
“Oh, I’m [y/n], I just moved here after graduating. Penny is an old family friend, I’m just helping out in the back until I get something more permanent.” Jake nodded as he took the information in, confirming his suspicions. 
“Jake, Jake Seresin,” he held his hand out to you playfully and you shook it gently. “What you reading there?” he asked, leaning on his elbows against the bar and motioning his head towards your book. 
You felt your cheeks warm as you answered: “Oh, just some trashy romance novel,” you pushed it out of his sight beneath the bar shelf. 
“You a big reader?” Jake had no idea why he was so interested in you. He wondered briefly if it was his attempt to avoid teaching for a moment, but there was something about your innocence that made him genuinely intrigued. You were so unlike every other girl who frequented the Hard Deck. 
You nodded in response, “Yeah I suppose I am. I got into the habit at college and it stuck,” you shrugged. Jake glanced at the clock again, 
“As much as I want to hear more about that book, I have to go teach a class,” Jake pushed away from where he was leaning. “Will you be around later?” he asked, hope rising in his chest at the prospect of seeing you again. 
You nodded, “I’ll be around until about seven,” you smiled shyly. There was no denying that this stranger was incredibly attractive, it was almost as if he had stepped right off of the pages of your book, all six-foot of him, blonde hair and uniform and all. Your heart was racing, and you hoped he didn’t notice how you squirmed under his gaze.
“Great,” he threw you the most dashing smile, the gentle creases appearing around his eyes showing his maturity. “I’ll see you at seven,” he said, starting to take steps backwards towards the door.
***
“What’s got you smiling?” Coyote enquired cockily, leaning over the pool table to take his shot, as he stood, he glanced across the bar, his eyes falling on you as you brought Penny a fresh rack of glasses from the back. His smile dropped. “Don’t tell me you’re still with that college grad. Dude, isn’t she like, ten years younger than you or something?” 
Jake looked back at him sternly, “What does that matter?” 
“Because you are 33 years old, didn’t you say you wanted to stop fucking about and settle down or something?” Fanboy perked up, also eyeing you from across the room.
Jake stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes falling back on you. “I am settling down,” he said curtly, moving to take his shot. 
“I don’t think a 20-something-year-old is going to want to have your kids,” Coyote snickered, “although I’d be hard pushed to find anyone that would,” he joked, his smile dropping when he noticed Jake frown. “Look, all I’m saying is, a few of us are a little worried that you finally seemed happy turning a corner and now she comes along. Now I know those little sundresses of hers are rather alluring,” Jake shot him a dangerous look for that comment, ‘But she barely talks to us, and we wouldn’t be surprised if she was just… using you to play out some fantasy or something. Like in those trashy books she carries everywhere.” 
Jake’s brows knitted as he glanced over to you again, his grip tightening around his pool cue. “Who exactly is ‘we’?” he asked, finally looking back at the men. They shrugged, 
“The squad – us, Nat, Bradley. I don’t know, we just get bad vibes from this,’ Mickey motioned between Jake and where you stood awkwardly at the bar talking to Penny. All Jake could do was nod, jaw clenching as he checked his watch, desperately waiting for six o’clock to roll around so he could take you home. 
Jake ushered you out of the bar as usual at the end of your shift, his hand firmly but lovingly on your back as he shielded you from the crowds he pushed you both through to get to the door. 
You could sense how tense he was. It wasn’t hard to see that there was something on his mind as he got into the driver's seat next to you, he had barely said a word to you since he asked if you were ready to head out. 
“Is something up?” you asked carefully, glancing over at him as you got closer to his house. He seemed to snap out of a trance at your voice.
“Hm? No, no – maybe? I don’t know,” his voice gradually got quieter as he focused on pulling into his driveway. He pulled in, turned off the engine and continued to sit for a moment. You felt the anxiety rise in your chest as he sat and stared ahead of him. “Do you ever think about having kids?” he asked suddenly, finally looking at you.
For a moment, you stopped breathing, trying to take in what he had said. 
“Shit, sorry, it is way too early to be asking you that kind of thing. God it’s only been a few months. I just-” “Why do you ask?” you interrupted him. You watched as he swallowed hard and looked at his hands still holding the wheel. 
He hesitated for a moment; “The guys, back at the bar, they got into my head a little. Said that the squad had their doubts about us, that maybe we aren't quite in the same places, yet. That maybe… I’m at a point where I’m looking to settle, you know? Have a family. But Jesus, you’re so young and dont get me wrong, I love you to death and that doesn't matter to me at all, but I wouldn't want to waste your life being stuck with me and later regret it,” he trailed off, still keeping his eyes off of you. 
You reached over, grabbing his hands in yours and squeezing them lightly. “To say you’re the older one you’d think you’d be a little smarter than that, Jake,” you breathed a laugh as he finally met your eyes. “I know your friends don’t like me, or whatever, but you shouldn’t let them get into your head. Yeah, I’m younger, but I’m not a child. I know what I want and that’s you. Okay sure, I don’t exactly want to go in and start trying right now, but give it a year or two, then yeah maybe. I want kids, and at the moment I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather raise some with than with you.” 
Jake breathed a heavy sigh of relief before leaning over to kiss you, his lips warm on yours. 
“Are you sure you don't want to go in and practise?” he joked as he pulled away, an eyebrow raised.
You laughed, reaching for the car door, “I suppose practice wouldn’t be so bad.”
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You were still tucked into his chest when he woke up, the soft skin of your back warm and comforting against his chest. He placed a brief kiss to your hair, letting himself inhale the fading scent of your shampoo as he nuzzled closer to you, the arm he had wrapped around your waist drawing you closer to him. 
The sun hadn’t risen yet and the urge to sleep in and leave his class to fend for themselves that morning was stronger than ever.  Sighing, he peeled himself away from you and tried to roll over to pull himself out of bed without waking you. 
“Jake?” you mumbled sleepily, eyes barely opening as you turned to see what he was doing. “Shh, darlin’ go back to sleep,” he placed a kiss on your forehead as he started to stand up, pulling the covers back up around your shoulders. He couldn’t get enough of how perfect you looked in his bed – in all contexts. You simply looked like you belonged, with your hair fanning over his sheets, and your increasingly cluttered nightstand slowly piling up with books, sweets, and your hair ties. He never wanted to see that nightstand empty again.
“Where are you going?” your groggy morning voice was one of the sweetest sounds in the world to him, and he could tell you weren’t fully awake.
“I’ve gotta go to work, I’ll be back in a few hours,” he stroked your hair gently as you rolled back over.
“Fly safe,” you whispered, almost instantly falling back asleep in his bed. 
“Will do,” he smiled softly, making his way to the bathroom, already missing the feeling of your skin on his.
 
Fly safe he did not. It was supposed to be an easy early morning flight plan, taking some students up to push their limits before the sun rose, but one cut loose, pushed their jet too far and Jake ended up with the tail end of it. Trying to steady them and rein them back in one of his engines failed, followed quickly by the other stalling, and nothing he did to restart them worked. He swore as he grappled with the joystick.
“Eject, eject, eject,” he heard over his comms. He had no choice, he grabbed the handles beneath his seat and tugged. He doesn’t remember hitting the ground. 
You woke up to your phone ringing, it was an unknown number. You frowned as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Normally, you left unknown numbers to ring off, but something in your gut told you to pick up. “Hello?” 
“Is this [y/n] [l/n]?” a clear woman’s voice sounded from the other side. 
“Yeah, who is this?” you asked as you shuffled to sit up.
“I’m calling from the medical centre at Marine Corps Air Station Miramar, I have you down as an emergency contact for Lieutenant Commander Jacob Seresin, I regret to inform you he was involved in a flight accident early this morning. He is stable, but currently under observation in the medical facility. Are you able to come in?” 
You would have been flattered that Jake had changed you to his emergency contact so soon if your heart wasn’t in your mouth. “Excuse me, ma'am? Are you there?” 
“Y-yes, sorry I- yes I can be there.” You barely heard what else the lady said before she hung up. You dropped your hand to your lap, staring blankly at the illuminated screen, your lock screen a picture of you and Jake on the beach outside the Hard Deck after one of your first dates. Panic welled up in your throat. You felt like you were going to be sick. 
You raced to get up, throwing on the closet shirt you could find – one of Jake’s you think based on how it smelt, and shuffled into your jeans from the night before. You stumbled as you tried to get your leg in, swearing as you fell, tears welling in your eyes as you pushed yourself to your feet, slipped on your trainers and raced to Jake’s car, grabbing the keys from where he had abandoned them on the way up to the bedroom last night. 
The drive was infuriating. Almost every light was red, slowing you down at every turn. You forced yourself to stop crying – the last thing Jake needed right now was for you to land in the hospital too from not being able to see where you were going properly, especially when you weren’t paying much attention to your speed.
You only vaguely knew where the medical centre was. Jake had taken you there instead of the emergency room once when you had accidentally cut a little too deeply into your hand when preparing dinner, saying he could pull a few strings to get you seen quicker than the general hospital. You pulled up outside, your stomach dropping again when you saw a parked blue Ford Bronco. You weren’t shocked that his squadmates would turn up too, but you hoped that you wouldn’t have to see them quite yet. You knew they hated you, even though you had no idea why, and their judgmental looks were not what you needed right now. 
You made your way in regardless, pulling the long sleeves of Jake’s top down over your hands as you headed to the small reception desk, giving your name. The kindly woman on the desk must have been the one to call you, her voice was calming as she pointed you down the corridor to a small waiting room. You glanced down, where she was pointing, seeing a huddle of four figures waiting outside a shaded door. 
You swallowed before making your way down slowly, tucking the keys into your pocket. You decided to sit a little way away from them on an uncomfortably cold chair in the corridor, hoping that they wouldn’t notice you had shown up. You were wrong. 
“What is she doing here?” you heard Javy ask, there was an irritation to his voice that made you internally cringe but you refused to look up at them. 
“Something about her being his emergency contact, I think,” Nat replied, eyeing you suspiciously. It wasn't that she hated you, it was more that she was unsure about you. You were nothing like Jake had ever shown interest in before and something in her gut told her to be wary. She had had her fair share of guys wanting to have her around for the sake of bragging rights, who was to say you weren't the same – being so young and having a TopGun commander boyfriend was sure to open up a lot of doors. 
“Jeeze, he must be damn serious about her,” Micky added quietly. 
Rooster watched you from a distance. You sat awkwardly in one of the seats of the long corridor, hunched in on yourself, your hands resting in your lap. You fiddled with your fingers, your gaze switching between your hands and glancing around the hallway, looking up every time you heard footsteps hoping it was someone bringing you news. There was no ignoring your tear-stained cheeks, even if your eyes had dried. 
In a few paces, he stood in front of you, offering you his hand. You glanced up at him confused, brows furrowed. He beckoned for you to stand up and you did so slowly, 
“Sorry, I-” you started to apologise, expecting him to chew you out for hanging around. Instead, he pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly and just holding you there. Hesitantly, you reciprocated, your arms wrapping around his waist. 
“I’m the one that’s sorry,” he murmured. “I’m so sorry, [y/n].” With that, the floodgates opened. You couldn’t help but sob into his shoulder, feeling his grip tighten on you as you cried. The others stood and watched the scene play out, feeling somewhat uncomfortable as the guilt kicked in. 
“I don’t think that’s someone in it for the status,” Javy murmured, “She really cares about him, doesn't she?” All Nat could do was nod, biting her lip as she looked away.
“Fuck, I feel so shitty,” Micky mumbled, watching as Bradley talked you down slowly, hand rubbing up and down your back to soothe you as you cried. 
“He is going to be okay,” Bradley cooed in your ear, letting you hold onto him as long as you needed. Eventually, you tore yourself away, looking up at him at last. You nodded, but you still held your reservations. 
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
Bradley paused momentarily, “I know what it is like to lose someone close to me,” he began tentatively. “I know what it is like to be sitting in a hospital corridor waiting for news. I know what it’s like to lose someone to…” he stopped himself. You knew what he was going to say and you bit your lip to hold back a fresh wave of tears. “But that isn’t what is going to happen this time, you hear me?” he grasped your shoulders carefully again. “No one comes out of an ejection unscathed. He will have a killer headache, a few achy bones, and some scrapes. I bet on it.” 
“Thank you, Bradley,” you whispered. 
“Don’t mention it. I’m sorry we questioned your place in his life. It wasn’t our right to-”
He was cut off by the medical room door opening, “Is there a [y/n] here?” a nurse asked. You stepped forward, “He is awake and asking for you,” she smiled kindly. You nearly sobbed in relief, pushing past her gently.
“There’s my girl,” Jake croaked, sitting up awkwardly in bed. You rushed to his side, kissing him quickly and deeply. “Don’t tell me you have been crying over me,” he laughed breathily, his hand coming up to your cheek. 
You nuzzled into his touch, “You scared the crap out of me, Jake Seresin,” you jokingly scolded him, your voice low and your eyes searching his as if trying to work out if he was really okay. “Please never, ever do that to me again,” you leaned forward to kiss him again, pressing your forehead to his as you pulled away. 
An awkward cough behind you finally pulled you apart. “Room for a few more?” Rooster asked, poking his head around the corner. Jake looked at you briefly, silently asking you if you were okay with it – as if he wasn’t the one in the hospital bed. You nodded curtly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him as he reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours with a slight wince, trying to ignore the cuts on his knuckles. 
The four of them filed in downbeat. 
“Jesus you could all be a little happier I’m still alive you know?” Jake chuckled, trying not to cough in the process. You gripped his hand a little tighter and looked at him concerned. The others cracked an awkward smile. 
“How are you feeling?” Bradley asked, breaking the awkward silence.
“Not the best, more hurt that my lifelong ‘not-ejecting’ streak is up.” Rooster sniggered at his response, 
“It’s alright, we won’t hold it against you too much,” he toyed. Jake winced as he tried to shuffle in the bed to give you a little more room to sit with him. Nat noticed the subtle movement,
“You got a good girlfriend here,” she interjected, breaking another slightly awkward pause. “I swear it didn’t even take five minutes between the nurse hanging up and her busting through the doors.” Jake looked at you smiling but confused. 
“Please don’t tell me you sped your way here for the sake of me?” he asked jokingly, squeezing your hand as you shrugged. 
“I didn’t crash, I suppose?” you tried to justify it, unable to hold back your smile as he laughed. 
“Well at least that makes one of us,” he sighed as he leaned back.
***
Jake was out of the hospital within the week. Rooster had been right – there was a lot of bruising and some damaged pride, but otherwise Jake had been fine, he was even back up in a jet the day after he was discharged if nothing had happened, not that that did much for your anxiety.
“Do you want to come with me to the Hard Deck tonight?” he had asked casually one morning as he dressed for work. 
“I always do, don’t I?”
“No, I mean come with me,” he sat on the edge of the bed, kissing your forehead before he bent over to lace up his boots. 
“Jake, I don’t think-”
“They don’t hate you,” he interjected. “Actually, it was their idea,” he sat up and turned to look at you, reaching for your hand and squeezing it lightly, “I’ll pick you up at seven, yeah?” he lifted your hand and pressed a light kiss to your knuckles.
Seven seemed to come too quickly. Even after your brief moment with Rooster you still felt massively uncomfortable around most of the Dagger squad. 
“You ready, m’dear?” he asked, his token nickname for you still giving you butterflies to this day. You nodded, forcing a smile as you opened the car door and stepped out into the sand. You were thankful when he came round and took your hand leading you in behind him. 
You remained practically hidden behind him as he approached their usual corner, his height and broad shoulders making it far easier. 
“Hey! We got you drinks!” Nat smiled, reaching over to grab them from the table as she saw you approach.
“Glad to have you back, Bagman,” Reuben slapped his shoulder before Jake pulled him into a quick hug, letting go of your hand to do so. 
“Glad to be back,” he smiled, grabbing the drinks from Nat before turning and handing yours to you, wrapping his now empty hand around your back affectionately as he pulled you into his side. 
“Now, we all have some apologising to do,” Bradley spoke up, resting against his pool cue. You hadn’t seen him since the day at the hospital, but his eyes seemed just as kind. 
“Yeah, we judged way too hard, way too quickly,” Nat continued, a chorus of embarrassed agreements echoing around her. “I think because he acts like a child so often, we forget Bagman can make some good decisions sometimes,” she offered you a lopsided smile. 
“Do you have to offend me in the process?” Jake called them out, holding his hand up to his chest in mock offence as he grinned. Nat rolled her eyes. 
“What we are trying to say,” Javy interjected, “is we all owe you a lot. He actually isn’t as insufferable to be around since you came along,” he smiled at you kindly.
You felt yourself grow hot under all of their eyes. “I-I, uhm,” you started. 
“You don’t have to say anything,” Bob smiled, he had been the only one of the pack to have been kind to you from the start but his anxiety about being shunned by the rest of them held him back from doing much about it. “Just know you’re welcome here whenever. It would be great to have you around.” 
You glanced up at Jake to see he was already smiling down at you. You looked at them all again and nodded. “Thank you,” you said quietly, “your apologies are accepted,” you broke into a small smile as the others grinned around you. 
“What do you say to a round of darts, see if that concussion of yours hasn’t knocked your aim off?” Reuben teased Jake, but Jake shook his head, his grip remaining tight around your waist, 
“I think I’m going to enjoy this first,” he said, picking up his beer again, “you go ahead.” The others returned to their games loudly, Bob pushing off of his stool in the corner and offering it to you as he went to get another snack. 
“I told you they didn’t hate you,” Jake murmured into your ear, his arm around your shoulders, “I am just so glad they are finally starting to love you as much as I do. It will make it so much easier to invite them all to the wedding one day,” he mentioned casually, placing a chaste kiss on your temple. 
You looked up at him shocked, “You want to marry me?”
“Doll, I would have thought that was clear. I love you more than anything, and I didn’t need my accident to realise that. Give it some time, and if you’ll let me, I’ll put a ring on that pretty finger of yours.” He leaned down to kiss you, and you ignored the mock gag from Rooster next to you, smiling against Jake’s lips. Jake downed his drink. “Now come on, come play with us.”
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married?
pairing: jake seresin x wife!reader
summary: after jake is called back to top gun for a mission, him and the dagger squad go out to the hard deck one night where javy gets absolutely hammered and lets it slip that jake has a wife. (request by @bookaholics-stuff )
warnings: talks of alcohol and being/getting drunk
wc: 1.5k
a/n: i feel like this was super rushed and might rewrite it but i hope you guys like it!!
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Javy “Coyote” Machado is Jake’s best friend and someone that you have grown to know and love over the time of knowing both him and Jake. You met them both in a Navy bar years ago in Texas while out with your sister and friends. 
You met them when your group left you for a couple of guys on the dance floor and you walked up to the bar, ordering straight whiskey. After hearing your order, Jake knew he was going to marry you one day and that is exactly what he did. 
After much reassurance and a confidence boost from Javy, Jake was finally able to approach you and start a conversation. He introduced you to Javy and the three of you hit it off well, you had talked so long that you completely lost track of time and ended up losing your party. They offered you a ride home and after you ruled them out as serial killers, you let them take you home. You left Jake with your number and quick goodbye. 
You were a doctor for the military, you would move from base to base to assist with incidents and accidents. And you just so happened to be moved to the same base where Jake and Javy were currently working. You became closer and closer with Jake and just after a couple months, the two of you started dating. 
Through a year of dating, neither of you had been moved or deployed, until about the year and a half milestone of your relationship. Jake was moving bases in a couple months and you were supposed to stay. When the news broke, you were both devastated, and Jake thought of only one solution to keep you together. 
A week after his transfer announcement he took you out to a scenic place and proposed to you. A little over two months later, you two were getting married. It was a small gathering on the Seresin Estate, consisting of both of your families and a couple of friends. 
Javy was Jake’s Best Man and part of your wedding party, your sister was your Maid of Honor; though the wedding was small, the two of them put in so much of their time and effort to make it the best wedding you could have ever imagined. It was like a dream. 
Now that you were married, you got to move simultaneously with Jake whenever he would be transferred to a different base. His most recent transfer was being called back to Top Gun Academy, so you packed up your little lives and headed out to Fightertown, USA. 
You found a cute place that was a good distance from the academy, but was still on the beach. Quickly purchasing the house, the day you moved in was so exciting. A new start, freshly married, buying your first house together, and being able to work close to one another. 
Jake was sent on this mission he was called back for, but then was requested to stay for a longer amount of time, possibly a long-term situation. You also learned that Javy was called back as well for the mission and that the two of them created many close bonds while training for and on the mission. 
Tonight they were going out to a well-known bar, The Hard Deck. 
“Baby, you sure you don’t want to come with us?” 
“Jake, its a team thing, I don't want to intrude,” 
“You could never,” you smile at him from the couch. Man, you are so in love with him. 
“It’s alright, babe, maybe next time,”
“Whatever you say,” he grabbed his coat and made a hat tipping motion at you even though he wasn’t wearing one. 
“Don't drink too much! I don’t want to have to carry your drunk ass into bed!” You yelled as he walked out the front door, receiving a thumbs up as a response. 
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Jake walked into the Hard Deck to see everyone already into a couple of drinks. “There he is!!” Javy slurred, Jake smiled. “Was the missus holding you up?”
Jake froze, the rest of the team doesn’t know that he’s married and hadn’t found the right time to introduce you to them yet. I guess tonight wouldn't have been the best night for you to come with him to the bar. 
Jake smiled sheepishly, “No, I just wanted to eat first.” The others didn’t seem to register the information that Javy had just spilled, which Jake was grateful for. It’s not like he was trying to hide you, he just thought that explaining his marriage to a bunch of drunk people probably wouldn’t go too well. 
As the night went on, the rest of the Dagger Squad drank more and more, but Jake limited himself, he knew you would not want to drive all the way down there at 11 at night to pick him up because he drank too much. 
“Man, Jake, you’re not drinking as much as you usually do,” Bradley slurred. 
“Right,” Javy agreed, “I remember when he drank so much at his weddin’ that he almost fell over.” After he let that slip from his mouth, he slapped his hand over it. 
The team turned and all looked at him, “You’re married?”
“What?”
“Jake is married??”
The small chatter surrounded the table, until Jake finally spoke up, “Yes, I am married,” he rolled his eyes at the shocked faces of the aviators. 
“I want to meet her!” Phoenix slurred, a chorus of ‘me too’s’ began throughout the table. 
He rolled his eyes again, “I’ll bring her tomorrow, is that cool?”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!”
Jake looked down at his wristwatch, “Speaking of the missus, I’ve got to get home. Promised her I’d take the dog out before we went to bed,”
“Aw, look at Jake being all domestic and house-wifey,”
Jake turned back to the table one more time, “Phoenix, I will personally shoot your plane down the next time it's in the air.” The group burst into laughter and Jake left with an eye roll and without another word.
When he left the other aviators turned to each other to make bets on what they thought you were like, though they couldn’t get anymore out of Javy. They all bet on you being just a female version of Jake, which seemed scary, but if that's what it was, then there was nothing they could do to change that.  
“Bitchy and cocky?”
“Oh for sure,”
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The night rolled around and the two of you were riding in Jake’s truck to the bar. The anticipation from the group only grew as time went on. 
Finally you walked into the bar, holding on tightly to Jake’s hand. Javy was the first to notice 
you, “There they are.” The team turned and looked in your direction, you looked so sweet? Maybe they were looking in the wrong place, but you were with Jake. There’s no way.
You walked over to the table and sat in an end chair, only Jake beside you, “This is my wife,” he introduced you to the group and you gave them a smile and a shy wave. Phoenix and Bob looked back and forth between you and Jake a couple of times before settling their eyes on you. Phoenix was the first to speak, “Blink twice if you’re being held against your will.” 
You giggled softly and blinked twice, Phoenix stood up and walked over to you, she grabbed your hand, you stood up next to her, “Sorry, Lieutenant, but she’s going to have to come with me for an official investigation,” she spoke to Jake.
She led you over to the bar where you sat and met Penny. Phoenix ordered you both drinks and sighed, “Man, I hope you come around more often, I’m getting tired of all the testosterone.”
Letting out a sharp laugh, you turned back to Jake and the rest of the team who were pretending not to be looking at you, Penny and Phoenix. “I plan on it, you all seem like a fun bunch, I would love to spend more time with everyone,”
Penny spoke up, “I’m glad, now I’ll finally have someone to call the next time Jake gets absolutely hammered,” she winked at you. Jake watched from afar, how you interacted with the other two women, he wondered why he didn’t introduce you to them sooner. 
As the night came to an end, you had become acquainted with everyone from the Dagger Squad and had even exchanged phone numbers with Penny and Phoenix. When everyone was finally worn out, you grabbed Jake’s hand and walked out with everyone to the parking lot. After saying your last goodbye, you got into the car and laid your head back.
“I had a lot of fun tonight,”
“Is that right?” You turned to look at him and smiled.
“Yes, I actually did,” as he started down the road that led back home, you spoke again, “So, when’s the next outing?”
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Hello!! I love your work so much ❤🥰. I wanted to know if I could request something with Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia? Something fluffy, loving with him?
Thank you so much ❤🥰
Dr Cupid.
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Synopsis - Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.
Pairing - Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader
Warnings - a little cursing, a lot of tooth rotting fluff. mentions of blood and hospitals.
Age Rating - 16+
Word Count - 1.5k
Author's Note - thank you for this request!! i love mickey so much. i've been a HUGE danny ramirez fan for years, so i was so excited when he was cast in top gun, and mickey did not disappoint. an angel <3
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You pull back the crinkly blue curtain with a bit too much force, startling the man sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry!" you apologise, closing it behind you. "These things are always lighter than I think they're going to be."
"It's alright, ma'am. No worries."
He's handsome. Really handsome. Big blue eyes, golden blonde hair, an air about him that exudes intelligence and compassion. You smile at him gently before retrieving his chart, giving it a once over quickly.
"Lieutenant Robert Floyd. United States Navy."
He introduces himself, shaking your hand formally. You tell him your name, and he repeats it carefully.
"Pretty name."
"Thank you, Lieutenant."
"Please, call me Bob."
"Thank you, Bob."
He smiles at you bashfully, nodding his head.
"So, Bob, what seems to be the problem today?"
"Training exercise gone wrong. I'm clumsy. You can probably tell by my medical history."
You look over the chart, and laugh softly.
"So you are. What happened this time?"
"It's just a little cut, on my shoulder. I fell onto it, onto the tarmac. I told everyone I didn't need to see a doctor, but they insisted."
"Well luckily for you, I'm a nurse," you wink, chuckling when he blushes. "Let's get this shirt off you so I can take a look. You mind if I cut it?"
"Go ahead."
You cut a line clean down the middle of his t shirt, an old, grey thing. It falls off of him, allowing you to see his shoulder wound.
Just as you're about to explain your next steps, the curtain flies open, a man in a flight suit rushing in.
"Sir, can I help you?"
"He's with me. He's in my squad," Bob reassures you. "Fanboy, you don't have to be here."
"I want to be."
"Fanboy?" you ask, confused about the unusual name.
"It's my call sign. We're pilots. US Navy."
"Why didn't I know they had pilots in the navy? I thought that was the air force."
Fanboy grins at you, all gleaming white teeth, before holding his hand out for you to shake.
"Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Weapons Systems Officer."
You tell him your name, followed by 'nurse', which makes them both laugh.
"Well, Mickey, if you take a seat, I'll patch up Bob here and you can both get back to flying your jet planes."
Mickey steps around you, eyes darting over Bob as he goes. He catches sight of his bleeding shoulder, and all the colour drains from him.
You've seen this before.
He goes pale, and then wobbles on his feet. You stride over and wrap your arms around him, catching him as he passes out.
"Shit," Bob swears. "I'd help, ma'am, but I'm a little out of commission right now."
"It's alright," you chuckle. "This happens a lot. I'm stronger than I look."
You manage to walk Mickey backwards, sitting him in the chair that you originally sent him towards. You cradle his face in your hands, holding up his head. His eyes flutter open, straight onto you.
"Did I die? Is this heaven?" he whispers.
Both you and Bob try not to laugh as you check him over.
"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant. You're in the hospital, visiting Bob. He's hurt his shoulder. Remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," he murmurs, embarrassed.
You grab him a cup of water, placing it into his hand carefully.
"You okay?"
His big brown eyes are locked on you, not leaving for a minute. He's beautiful, you realise suddenly. Yes, Bob is handsome, but Mickey is beautiful.
"I get a little weird around blood."
"You're telling me."
The smile he gives you is enough to move mountains.
"Okay, Garcia, listen up. You're gonna sit here and drink your water. Take big, slow, deep breaths. And do not, under any circumstances, look at Bob, okay? Keep your eyes on me, no matter what."
"Yes ma'am."
You leave him in his chair, returning your attention to the blonde. You take a good look at the wound, and decide it'll need a couple of stitches.
"I'm gonna clean this up for you, and sew it shut. I'm sure you'll heal fast, being a healthy pilot and all."
You glance over at Mickey, and see that he's still watching you. Gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
"Bob, I won't lie to you. This is going to hurt. Feel free to hold onto me if you need to."
You numb his shoulder, before getting to work stitching it up. You flick your eyes to Mickey intermittently, smiling gently when his stare meets yours.
"Garcia, did you bring any spare clothes? I had to cut Bob's shirt off. I doubt he wants to walk out of here shirtless."
"Yeah, Phoenix has a bag in the waiting room. I'll go and grab it."
You watch him carefully as he stands, making sure he doesn't pass out again. He leaves, and Bob grins at you.
"He likes you."
"Everyone likes me, Bob. I'm a good nurse."
"No, he likes you. That's the quietest I've ever heard him sit. And he took your orders. He doesn't do that for anyone."
You shake your head, smiling as you do it.
"Are you single?"
"Very forward, Lieutenant."
"For him, not for me! You're beautiful," he justifies, "but I'm sort of dating my copilot."
"Sort of?"
"It's complicated."
"Then make it uncomplicated, Bob."
He thinks for a moment, before nodding.
"You're right. I'm going to talk to her."
Mickey comes barging back in with a t shirt in hand.
"Phoenix packed you an overnight bag, just in case. She says this is your shirt anyway."
You look at Bob and wink, chuckling when he blushes.
"Anything else, ma'am?"
"That's all. You've been a perfect patient Bob," you say, squeezing his other shoulder. "If you go to the desk, they'll give you some spare dressings for when you need to change it. Besides that, just take care of yourself, okay?"
"Okay. Understood. Thank you, for everything. I appreciate it."
The two of them leave in a flurry of thanks, Mickey casting a longing glance back at you. You can hear them bickering on the other side of the curtain.
"Fine!" you hear Mickey say, before he reappears.
"Uh... hi."
"You forget something?" you ask, looking around the bed.
"Yeah. To ask you out."
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, corners of your lips twitching.
"And to apologise. For before. Passing out, and all. I, uh-"
He scratches the back of his neck nervously before perching on the edge of the bed. You move to sit next to him, leg pressing into his.
"I practically grew up in a hospital. My Dad wasn't a nice guy, so my Mom was here all the time."
You lace your fingers with his, resting them on your thigh.
"I used to try and clean up her injuries at home the best I could, but sometimes it wasn't enough. He finally left when I was thirteen, and I didn't have to play doctor anymore."
He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
"Now, as an adult, I have this crazy reaction to blood. Even just a papercut is enough to have me hyperventilating. I guess I saw so much of it when I was a kid, that I can't handle it now?"
He looks at you expectantly, unsure of what you'll say.
"It's way more common than you think, you know. I have people pass out on me all the time. You're not alone, I promise."
He smiles at you softly, and you're convinced you've never met someone more beautiful.
"I have a friend who works on the fourth floor. She's a psychiatrist - which I know people roll their eyes at, especially men - but, she's really great to talk to. About anything. She can help with phobias. I've seen her do it."
He nods almost imperceptibly.
"I mean... it can't hurt to talk to her, right? Just once?"
"Exactly. I can give you her number, you can give her a call whenever suits you."
He nudges your shoulder with his, your hands still linked.
"Thank you. Bob doesn't love hospitals either, but you really set his mind at ease today."
"Just doing my job."
"Trust me, you're doing a hell of a lot more."
You feel the heat rise up your chest, praying he can't hear how fast your heart is beating.
"I know you probably work crazy shifts here, but... would you like to go for dinner sometime? I'd love to get to know you in a less... uh... clinical setting."
You grin at him, squeezing his hand tightly.
"I'd love to. As long as you promise not to pass out," you wink.
"That is a promise I cannot make."
You laugh with him, shaking your head.
"I should get back to work. God knows this place needs me."
"Of course. Do your thing, SuperNurse."
You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, handing him a card with your number on.
"Call me."
"What time do you get off?"
"7."
"I'll call you at 7:01."
"Deal," you laugh, pulling the curtains back.
You watch as he leaves to join Bob and a woman you assume is Phoenix in the waiting area. You wave at Mickey as you go, the other two pilots looking between you with knowing grins on their faces.
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