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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months

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A New Kind of Fear

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!wife!reader

Summary: When 20 David completes a raid with narcotics, they stumble upon a stalker. The unknown suspect has been watching you, and now Deacon must find him while dealing with the fear you've grown used to.

Warnings: canon typical action/danger, reader has a stalker but doesn't know, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

A/N: This premise is kind of similar to the one in Worried for You but hopefully this is okay! I really liked the stalker idea and approaching the story with a focus on Deacon and his emotions!

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Everyone told you that marrying a SWAT officer would not be easy. Deacon himself told you the same thing. But he has watched you take every bump, bruise, and bullet in stride. Of course, you worry about him, but you support him, which makes you perfect for him. He lives a dangerous life at work, so when he comes home to you, he gets a chance to relax, breathe, and be with someone who loves him no matter how many scars he has or gives. When things get tough in the field, Deacon imagines you safe at home, ready to pull him into your arms and hold him together.

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“Narcotics will be ready to come in after we clear the house,” Hondo explains. “The house has two entrances, one front and one back, so we’ll have two breach teams. Front entry has a security gate, so we’ll pull it off with Black Betty then make entry at the same time. Get the house empty so narc can do their thing. Any questions?”

“When do we leave?” Luca jokes.

The breach goes well, and there’s only one suspect in the house. Street disarms the suspect and gets him outside as the entry teams finish clearing the house.

“Left side clear,” Tan calls.

“Kitchen clear,” Luca adds.

Hondo prepares to open the last door, examining the room quickly before lowering his gun. “Deacon,” he says, far too intense for anyone’s liking.

Deacon can tell by his stiff posture and the tone of his voice that something is wrong. He’s expecting drug mules or a false wall, but those would have been far better.

With wide eyes, Deacon steps into the room with Hondo close behind him.

“Narcotics is coming in,” Luca says as he approaches the door. “Whoa.”

The room is covered in pictures. All different places, different times, different days, different angles, some close, some far, but each features the same subject. You, Deacon Kay’s wife. Thousands of pictures of you are taped to the walls of the small bedroom. What bothers Deacon the most is that he isn’t in a single picture, which means whoever held the camera knew to avoid him.

“Was he in here?” Deacon asks Street.

“No, our guy was in the living room,” Street answers nervously.

“I’m going to kill him,” Deacon seethes.

“Deacon,” Hondo begins.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Hondo,” he snaps. “That is my wife all over this lunatic’s wall. He’s been within feet of her, and I didn’t know!”

Deacon’s shoulders heave as he breathes, looking around the room with his hand on his gun.

“Deacon, we’ll find this guy. But narcotics needs to get in here,” Hondo says gently.

Deacon nods, pushing between Luca and Tan to return to Black Betty. His anger dissipates with each step. Now, he’s scared. Deacon Kay is a man who has grown unfamiliar with the sensation of fear. He desperately wants to go home, to stay glued to your side while someone else hunts this guy down and puts him in a hole where he’ll never see the light of day again. But the anger flares, and he wants to be the one to lead him to the darkness. As his emotions wage war within him, Deacon has to decide to tell you or to let you keep living until it’s over.

“He’s not okay,” Street points out.

“Imagine if it was your wife,” Luca replies. “He’s mad at himself is my guess.”

“Why?” Tan asks.

“Because he didn’t know,” Hondo answers as he walks by. “But we have to find this guy before Deacon decides to go after him alone."

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Deacon makes the hard decision not to tell you. He tries to convince himself it’s so that you don’t get scared, but he is dealing with enough fear for both of you. Sitting in the locker room for privacy, Deacon dials your number and waits to hear your voice. He has to force the idea of someone watching you out of his mind.

“Hey,” you answer. “I was starting to think you’d be at work all night.”

“Uh, yeah, about that. I actually do have to stay and probably won’t be home until tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

You hum before asking, “Is everything okay?”

He wants to tell you, but he’s terrified that if you know and it makes you act different, the stalker may find out that Deacon knows and go for you.

“Everything’s fine, just working with narcotics on a difficult case.” It’s not entirely a lie, at least.

“Alright, stay safe. I love you.”

Deacon closes his eyes and pictures your face, smile, hugs, and everything he can remember about you. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m holding you to that, Kay.”

The line beeps, and Deacon sees the room of pictures again. His anger swells, and he has to do something, or the emotions will eat him alive. He changes into gym clothes and walks to one of the punching bags. His knuckles are pink and beginning to crack after a few minutes of intense anger management. Something in him wants to cry, but he forces it down, preferring to stick with the emotion that makes revenge seem so appealing.

“Deac,” Hondo calls. “We need to talk.”

Deacon begins punching again. “Then talk,” he says between an uppercut and a cross.

“You need to go home.”

“Not happening. Not tonight.”

“She can help.”

Deacon freezes, his hands in the guarding position as he turns to face Hondo. His hands drop to his sides as he cocks his head to the right.

“What?”

“She can help,” Hondo repeats slowly.

“How? You think she knows she’s being stalked and didn’t tell me?”

“Not like that, Deac. You need help in something that she’s an expert in.”

“Which is?” Deacon presses, his patience already worn thin.

“Dealing with fear and worry. Being scared and desperate for answers that aren’t available to you right now. She’s a cop’s wife, Deac, she understands what you’re going through more than anyone else ever could.”

“It’s not the same, Hondo.”

“She sits at home, worried that you’re never coming home, so she calls the station. And you know what they tell her? Nothing; they say they don’t have information right now. Which is exactly the situation you’re in.”

“Someone has been watching my wife and I didn’t know, Hondo. I want to kill him, but I also want to see him rot in jail. He’s been within feet of my wife, and we don’t even know what he looks like. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work.”

“I get it, you’re scared, you’re-“

“Pissed?”

Hondo raises a hand to stop Deacon. “The emotions don’t help us if you take them out here, Deac. So, if you want to do something, find something for us to do. Don’t sit here in your own anger until something worse happens.”

Deacon looks down at his bruising knuckles and nods. “You’re right. I’ll see what I can find.”

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“The entire house is barricaded. Doors, windows, vents. This was meant to be in impenetrable fortress,” Deacon says. “But it’s not. There’s a weak spot. Right here, this red spot on the blueprint is a corner that hasn’t been reinforced. As far as we know, at least.”

“So, a single pull?” someone asks.

“Technically yes. But we’re going to try to distract him and do a triple pull. If we get lucky and one of the other pulls gets us in, we’ll make entry. But the plan is to send alpha team into this pull and get our guy.”

“Weapons?”

“None confirmed, no registered guns, but we don’t know, so operate under the assumption of yes.”

As the room clears and officers prepare to complete the breach operation and bring in a suspect, Hondo stops Deacon.

“Are you up for this?”

Deacon nods as he answers, “I won’t lie, I’m still angry and I’m a little scared about what we’ll find, but I need to be there Hondo.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. If you want to rough him up a little, I won’t see anything.”

“If I could get away with it,” Deacon says, trailing off.

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Deacon is scared, angry, anxious, and confused, but also merciful and a good SWAT officer. When the window is pulled from the wall, bringing several stud posts down, Deacon leads the team into the house, clearing each room until they reach the living room. The man kneels in the middle of the room, his hands up in surrender.

“LAPD SWAT,” Deacon announces.

“I surrender.”

An officer reads him his rights as he’s handcuffed, staring directly ahead.

“Do you know who this woman is?” Hondo asks, showing him a picture.

The man glances at Deacon, which is all the answer he needs. Deacon hoists him to his feet, pushing him into the hallway and toward the front door. He pulls to the side slightly, steering the man into a corner.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that, let’s watch those corners on the way through,” he says.

Deacon pushes the man into the back of a cruiser, glad he’s off the street but disappointed in the lack of immediate answers.

“Leverage,” the man whispers. “He wanted leverage. We were never gonna hurt her or nothing.”

“Leverage for what?” Deacon asks, bending into the open door. “And who is we, who are you working with?”

“Working for. He’ll kill me if I tell.”

“We can protect you if you tell us what you know and tell a jury what you know.”

The man whispers a name, and Deacon nods once before closing the door.

“We got one more,” he tells Hondo.

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“It’s political?” the DA clarifies.

“We all know that gentrification mumbo jumbo was a load of absolutely nothin’ meant to butter us up before the next election.”

“And what did the images have to do with this?”

“Oh, yeah, Mrs. Kay. Pretty lady. We needed her husband on our side or it would never work.”

“How long have you been stalking her?”

“’Bout nine months. Needed lots of leverage before a big voting year like this.”

“Why so many photos?”

“Like I said, lots of leverage.”

“Were you working with anyone else?”

“We’re a two-man show.”

“Last question for now. Did you ever intend to harm the woman in the photographs?”

“Not if everything went according to plan.”

Hondo lays a hand on Deacon’s shoulder as they watch through the two-way glass.

“I need to go home,” Deacon mutters.

“Good idea, man. Take a few days if you need to. But we got him so you can both rest easy tonight.”

“Should I tell her?”

“That, brother, is up to you.”

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You hear Deacon’s car and run to the front door, opening it with a big smile. Deacon pulls you against him, hugging you tightly as he closes the door.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer as he sits with you in his arms.

“For what?”

“Worrying you all the time. Not realizing just how many emotions are involved with seeing someone you love in danger and not having answers,” Deacon lists off.

You pull back quickly, your wide eyes searching Deacon’s deep brown ones. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

Deacon nods, his hands wandering around your waist and back. “Someone- uh, we raided a house with narcotics yesterday and found a room full of pictures.”

“A stalker?”

“Yeah, but the pictures were of you,” Deacon adds quietly.

“Oh,” you reply, pressing your hands gently against Deacon’s shoulders. “And what happened?”

“I got so mad and scared and anxious that I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to kill the guy but I also wanted to come home and never leave your side. It was confusing and there were no answers. Hondo talked to me last night and pointed out that’s exactly what you deal with all the time.”

You nod, encouraging Deacon to continue.

“We found the guy who took the pictures and the guy he was working for. It was a political scheme to get me to back their position.”

“And they were going to hurt me if you didn’t,” you deduce.

Deacon nods, pulling you closer again.

“Deac, I know how scary it can be to not know, and how easy it is to get angry when someone hurts or threatens to hurt the people closest to you. I’m not mad at you for not coming home, but I need you to talk to me about this stuff. I love you, Deac, and I’m here for you, stalker or not.”

“Too soon,” Deacon says, chuckling despite himself.

You push your fingers through his hair and lean your forehead against his. “Did you rough him up?”

“Pushed him into a corner.”

You smile knowingly and kiss him quickly. “Thank you, Deacon.”

“I love you,” he says, gripping your waist as he tips you back to kiss you.

“I love you,” you reply, meeting him halfway.

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gryffindormarveltwilight · 2 months

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All We Need - Part 7 - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

A/N: Sorry guys for the delay on this part. It is a bit shorter than usual and there will probably be 1 maybe 2 more parts to this series. I hope you enjoy it - as always feel free to send through requests or feedback.

A/N2: I have just reposted this it turns out some of the tags were not working so sorry to those who wanted to be tagged and weren't hopefully that is fixed now!!

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, spoilers for the mission in the movie, naval inaccuracies, alot of Rooster x reader giving sibling vibes

Sitting in my cabin on the carrier my leg was bouncing up and down it was only two hours until the mission took place. I hadn’t spoken to Jake since last night when I left him speechless on the couch and I had my dad pick me up early before anyone was awake leaving Daisy with a kiss on the forehead. Flashbacks to my conversation with Jake running through my head when the cabin door cracks open to reveal Bradley with a sad look.

“You okay in here Thena?”

“Brad, come in, yeah i am fine”

“Want to try that again?”

“Who told you?”

“Hangman actually, said something about a disagreement last night then said he hasn’t seen you since.” I nod lowly.

“It wasn’t a disagreement I just told him why I picked you and not him.”

“Ah yes he also mentioned that. You do know you are not replaceable to anyone especially not Jake and Daisy.”

“Did you just call him Jake?” Rooster cringed slightly with a laugh.

“That is beside the point, you aren’t. I know we haven’t spoken much since we got recalled but Athena you have to see what we all see, you are Daisy’s mother and Hangman is so in love with you.”

“And you are in love with Phoenix.” Rooster laughed and looked down at his hands.

“Yes I am, how about we make a deal, we both make it through this we tell Hangman and Phoenix how we feel.”

I laugh slightly “you know what, deal.”

“We are going to make it through this aren’t we?” Bradley ask in a sad voice.

“I am going to try my hardest to make sure you do.”

“I love you Y/N, we will get through this.”

“After all we have a few angels looking out for us, I love you too Bradley.” Bradley pulls me into a tight hug and kisses the top of my head before turning towards the door.

“Bradley! When we are up there, Don’t think, Just do.” He nods and leaves my cabin. I fix up my uniform before grabbing my helmet and heading towards the flight deck, as I get there i can see everyone else next to their planes doing there checks, at the end i see Jake and Coyote getting there planes ready incase we need back up, Jake and I make eye contact, his eyes hold a sad look, I turn quickly to my plane starting to do the checks when i hear footsteps behind me. I turn to see Ice and Mav and Hondo standing there.

“Sirs, can I help you?” Ice doesn’t respond just give me a tight hug followed by mav and Hondo.

“Be safe and come home. We all love you.” Ice says and Mav nods before they turn around and head back to the control centre.

“You have some people looking for advice Athena.” Hondo steps aside and I see Payback, Fanboy, Bob, Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote and finally Jake right at the back.

“Daggers, some of you may know but after this we are permanently becoming a squad, therefore whatever happens up there today, we stick together and we have each others backs to make sure everyone comes home. And if by some miracle we pull this off, beers are on me.” They all cheer at the laugh statement and start hugging each other. Phoenix and Bib hug me before we hear the announcement that we are to be taking off in less than 5 mins and that kills that laughter before we all look at each other before heading back to our planes. I climb into my jet Hondo following me up.

“I don’t like that look Athena.”

“Its the only one I have Hondo.”

“Mav only says that when he is about to do something dumb.” I laugh and so does he.

“Look after them Hondo, for me.”

“Always,” i nod it was one of the things i lkked about Hondo, he was a realist and never tried to pull the whole everyone will make it back speech. “you know everyone compares you to Ice but you really do have the best of your Dad, Ice and Mav, so fly like that today okay.” I nod as i start to close the canopy up.

“Dagger Three Up and ready” i hear Phoenix say through coms.

“Dagger Spare Up and ready.” Jake comes through next followed by Payback and Rooster. I take a deep breath.

“Dagger One, up and ready.”

“Daggers ready on catapult awaiting command approval.” I hear control centre thorough the comms, then we hear Cyclone.

“Send them.” With that we are launched off the carrier and get into formation, after descending below radar level, i give the all clear to release the tomahawks looking up as they fly above us.

“Daggers into attack formation, enter point in Tminus 30secs, 2minute 30 second on the clock - entering now.” I press the timer on my dash as i hear the others confirm they have to as we enter the canyon. As we fly at pace I can hear in the comms that rooster is falling behind.

“Rooster you have to pick up the pace.” I yell into my comms

“Come on Dad talk to me.” As I am about to respond i bear Mav come through the comms.

“Come on kid, dont think just do.” Suddenly Rooster picks up the place as i fly under a bridge speaking into the comms to warn the others.

“You with me Phoenix?”

“Right behind you Athena.”

“Popping up in 10secs be ready on that laser Bob.”

“All system check, Laser is a go.” Bob responds.

“Popping in 3,,,2,,,,1” i suddenly feel the force on my body as we pop up and level out heading towards the target, as Bob confirms he has a lock to the target I drop my missiles and pull up on the joy stick, crushing weight of gravity as the G-Force gets stronger, i can hear the heavy breathing of Phoenix and Bob.

“Stay with me Phoenix, Rooster status.” I say through laboured breaths,

“Nearly there Athena. Fanboy have the laser ready.” I hear Bob yell that we had direct contact, simultaneously with Fanboy saying there is something wrong with the laser. He is going back and forth with Rooster until Rooster said he was dropping blind. I levelled out when i saw smoke in the air from the SAMs.

“Here they come guys, SMOKE IN THE AIR.!” I yell. With that chaos ensures everyone screaming at each other where the SAMs were coming from and what direction to break, i saw rooster with two SAMs behind him.

“Deploying counter-measures,,,SHIT I am out of flares.” I hear Roosters panicked voice through the comms.

“Rooster Evade Evade!” I yell back at him as i see he has come up behind me, without hesitation i pulled the throttle back soaring over the top of Roosters jet releasing the flares I had left before i felt an all too familiar jolt of a missile hitting the back of my jet and before i know it I am burning in plummeting towards the snow as I reach down below me and pull the ejection handle, quickly followed by the string to deploy my parachute before blacking out as i land in the snow.

Icemans POV

Everyone let out a sigh of relief when we heard through the radio the Rooster had hit the target. The mission had been successful. I hear Cyclone mutter under his breath now they just all had to get home. I looked at Maverick who look as nervous as i felt listening to our pilots yelling directions at each other in order to avoid the SAMs. I held my breath when I heard Rooster saying he was out of flares with two SAMs on his tail. I looked at Mav as we heard Athena yelling at him to evade, and i felt like i was about to pass out when Roosters voice came through the comms.

“ATHENA NO!!” Rooster screams

“D-dagger one is down” I hear Phoenix say her voice breaking slightly “I repeat dagger one is down”

I stumble backwards sitting down on the chair behind me looking at Maverick who has tears in his eyes, Hondo has his head in his hands and Cyclone and Warlock are speechless, before we can even really process one of the operates reports that there are bandits incoming, and Cyclone is telling them to come back to the carrier, like ringing in my eyes i can hear Rooster argue that they should go back for Athena and cyclone argues that they aren’t losing anyone else. A silent sob leaves my chest when i hear Jake through the comms

“Dagger Spare request permission to fly cover and search and rescue.” Hoarseness in his voice indicating that he too probably has tears streaming down his face like me and Mav who both are yet to say anything outloud.

Cyclone shakes his head at Jakes request. “Negative spare, daggers return to the carrier.”

“Sir, what about Athena.” Hondo says his voice slightly shaky.

“There is nothing we can do for her, not in goddamn F-18s” he shakes his head “I won’t lose anyone else today.” We all look down understanding his position.

“Rooster, don’t do it, she is gone.” We hear Phoenix over the radio.

“I am not loosing her, not today.”

“ROOSTER!!” We look at the screen to see Roosters jet going in another direction before hovering for a few seconds then disappeared on the screen much like Athena’s had done minutes before. Now Mav sat down next to me head in his hands.

“We certainly raised dumb stubborn kids.” I laugh slightly but can’t form a sentence, I pat Mav on the shoulder before walking out of the control room towards the flight deck.

When I get to the flight deck I can see Jake sitting against the landing gear head in his hand and I go and sit next to him.

“We lost them both.” Jake looks up shocked.

“What do you mean both?”

“Rooster went down as well, I think he went back for her and got shot down.” Jake let out a sob as I wrapped my arms around him.

Y/Ns POV

I jolt awake in the cold snow and unclip my parachute before I turn around and hear the sound of a helicopter approaching. At first I thought that it may have been search and rescue then I saw their guns point towards me, without hesitation I start to run and I dive behind a log, accepting that this may very well be the end of me and I start to think of my parents, my dysfunctional aunts and uncles and finally Jake and Daisy and I smile at the thought they will be my last thought until I hear an explosion and look up to see that the helicopter is spinning out of control and there is one of our jets hovering, then I see smoke in the air and the jet tail is hit, I let go of the breath I was holding when I see a parachute land a few hundred meters away from me in the woods. I start sprinting towards where I saw the parachute land, as I get closer I see Rooster wrapping up his chute.

“Rooster, are you okay?”

“Athena, I am fine.”

“Good” I say as I shove him back into the snow.

“What the hell Athena?”

“Me what the hell! You are meant to be back on the carrier by now Rooster what the hell were you thinking!”

“Mav taught us not to think, plus I made a promise to make sure you came home!”

“YOU WHAT! Who the hell made you promise that.” Rooster just raised his eyebrow at me “Jake of course, well news flash Rooster now we are both stuck!”

“They will send search and rescue.”

“No Rooster, they won’t, we have landed to far into enemy territory for them to risk it.”

“It is good to see you alive Athena.” “You too Rooster, you too.” I gave him a hug as I pull back I give him a look.

“I don’t like that look.”

“I think I have an idea, follow me.” After a walk we are perched on the top of a hill looking at the demolished airbase that our tomahawks took out earlier that day, I grab a mini telescope looking to see if there is any planes undamaged, “Bingo.”

“You have got to be shitting me Athena, a F-14”

“Hey Mav shot down 3 MIGs I one of those.”

“We don’t even know if that bag of ass can fly.”

“Only one way to find out.” I say as we start walking across the base towards the plane, Rooster pointing out people coming near us so we start to run to the plane. Once we get there I start explaining to Rooster what to do as I climb in the pilot seat, sighing with relief as it starts up and Rooster climbs into the back seat.

“Do you even know how to fly this thing Athena.” “Rooster I knew how to fly one of these before I knew how to drive a car.” He just nodded as we got onto the taxi way, I look over to see the runway is completely destroyed, I start putting the wings out when I hear a panicked voice from behind.

“Why are the wings coming out Thena?” I ignore him as I push down on the throttle the plane speeding up as I do. I can hear Rooster stressing behind me. We gain speed quickly and just before the end of the taxi way i pull up of the throttle the plane jolting up along with it the landing clipping the ruin of a building snapping off.

“Get us in touch with the ship Rooster.”

“Any clue how to do that Athena?”

“Uhhh circuit breaker 2 I think.”

“Thena there is over 300 switches back here”

“Figure it out Rooster it is in you blood.” I hear him mumble a complaint before his panicked voice breaks through again “tally two low Athena”

I tell Rooster to put down his visor and pull his mask up as the other planes pilot starts to make hand signals I barely recognise.

“What is your plan here Athena?”

“I don’t know yet, have you turned your beacon on?”

“Yeah I turned it on as soon as we were airborne.”

“I want you to punch out Rooster and then the ship will send search and rescue for you”

“And what about you huh? What are you going to do?”

“Rooster…”

“No Athena, if you think for one second that I am going to punch out and leave you to draw them away with a dog fight you are extremely wrong.”

“Rooster, you have to make it back.”

“Then do some of that pilot shit Athena, cause I am not leaving my sister to die up here.” I sigh heavily.

“Alright then, its a dogfight.”

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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 1 year

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I will always be here for you- Jake Seresin

PART 3!!!! WOOOO

this is a series, so I will link parts one and two below. I wanna write more parts for this than 3 so we aren’t to the birth yet. This is just lots of angst and fluff and Rooster throwing a tantrum (per usual). Hangman becomes more domestic and protective, aka the good stuff.

part one l part two

Part 3: A Jake Seresin x f!reader where the Dagger Squad finally finds out you’re pregnant. It’s also time for the uranium mission.

Warnings: cursing, Rooster being a dick, mentions of blood and gore from an injury, Phoenix being the bestest friend

It’s been a week since the situation at the beach happened. You’ve been staying at Hangman’s place for the time being, his excuse being he can take better care of you. He’s cooked for you, ran baths for you, let you use his hottub; with restrictions of course. Jake’s been amazing ever since you told him about the baby. He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and healthy. You get to sleep in his spare room, equipped with a queen size bed and it’s own bathroom. To say you were living comfortably was an understatement.

Everything was going great until today. Your doctor told you not to fly this mission, so you had to meet with Maverick today.

Maverick beat you to it though. “C/s, I need to see you in my office, time now.” You were so anxious, although you already knew what he wanted to meet over. The uranium mission was tomorrow which meant today was for packing and last minute training. Upon entering his office, he sat down and offered you a cup of coffee, which you declined politely.

“How’s everything going? I’ve noticed you’ve been grounded lately.” Yup, you knew it. He knows, and Bradley’s the one who most likely told him.

“Mav, Bradley told you didn’t he?” Maverick’s face turned pale as you cut to the chase. He swallowed hard before clearing his throat to talk.

“Yes. I don’t know all the details, just that you’re pregnant. May I ask who the father is? You know our rules on fraternization.” You could tell he was trying to tread carefully on the matter as to not upset you.

“Bradley is, but he wanted nothing to do with the baby, so Jake stepped in. He’s been taking care of me and acting as the father since then.” You fiddled with your hands nervously.

“Okay. Bradley told me Jake was the father, that’s why I ask. Bradley wanted nothing to do with it?”

You sighed at the new information. Of course Bradley would lie. He doesn’t want to be caught up in a misdemeanor. “Yeah. He and I started being more than friends way back when we were first here at Top Gun, it’s been on and off since then. Just a month ago, right before training we met up again and here I am. When I confronted him about it, he told me he’d pay half for an abortion and that he wanted nothing to do with the child.” Maverick’s face tensed up at that, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about Bradley, not without breaking your trust in him.

“You said Hangman stepped in?”

“Yeah,” you caught his puzzled look. Anyone who knows Hangman would give the same reaction to what he was willingly doing for you. “He came over after training that day I confronted Bradley. He comforted me and told me no kid should go without a father, even if he wasn’t biologically the dad. He’s done so much for me this past couple of weeks. He’s doing more than Bradley would’ve ever done.” You let go a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Okay, you’re doing well? Everything look on track?” You nodded before he continued. “Unfortunately, you will not be able to fly this mission, but I don’t see why we can’t stick you in range control.” He smiled at you before giving you orders to see Hondo.

Walking out, you immediately bump into Phoenix, who immediately bends down to say hello to her future niece or nephew. As she reaches eye level again she smiles at you, as if silently asking how you’re holding up. “I’m in range control from now on. At least I don’t have to deal with Rooster though.” You let out a small chuckle before she speaks up.

“At least I know someone is in there who has my back.” She smiled and you both laugh before going your separate ways.

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You hadn’t seen Jake all day, not since you both arrived this morning. Since you were staying with him, you both rode to and from work together in his truck.

You were getting ready to head out and meet him before an emergency meeting was called.

It turns out, you’re all shipping out in an hour.

Everyone hurried to the locker rooms to shower and change back into their flight suits, and some ran to their cars to grab bags they left in there. You ran out to Jake’s truck with your spare key and grabbed your bag, his already missing from the backseat.

You were worried at the sudden ship out, you all weren’t supposed to leave until the early morning, but plans change.

You all were in the front of the building, bags and uniforms ready. You noticed Jake across the tarmac from you where you all were waiting. When you made eye contact, he quickly grabbed his things to come be by you. “I thought you were grounded, how are you still coming with?” It wasn’t meant with malice, but pure curiosity.

“Mav put me with Hondo, I’m in range control. My voice will be telling y’all what’s in the sky with you.” You smiled and saw his shoulders release the tension they were holding. Now that you were out of the running, you knew Hangman would be flying the mission, or at least be a spare.

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From boarding the ship until now, everything was going smoothly. Rooster was a wingman and Hangman was put on spare. You were halfway glad Hangman would stay on the ship unless called out, but you knew he was disappointed that he didn’t get picked. He was first up if anyone called for backup, with Coyote right behind him if requested. You were sitting in range with everyone else, a GPS locator in front of you. You could see the four planes, instructing them to dip below radar. Once they disappeared from your sight, you switched modes, being able to still locate them.

You did your job, and listened as they landed both missiles, the mission successful thus far. You listened as they communicated through coffin corner.

You even heard Maverick go down. You heard Hangman request for take off, and get denied. Everything went numb in you, even when Rooster turned around and both of them were presumed dead.

That was until you yelled for Admiral Simpson, because something had lit up on your radar. “We have an F-14 entering the airspace.”

“An F-14? How could- Maverick.” You watched the realization come onto his face as he told you to release Dagger Spare, which was Jake. You had to give orders to send out the one person you prayed stayed grounded.

“Dagger Spare? Do you copy?”

“To you? Always darlin’.”

“You have permission to take off, request of Admiral Simpson. We have an F-14 in our airspace we believe to be carrying Maverick and Rooster. We need you to find them and bring them home.”

“You got it. I’ll see you soon, I promise.” As if Hangman knew your secret worry, he reassured you he’d be back.

You watched on the radar as he shot down an enemy aircraft and both planes approached the carrier. You heard his cocky banter with Rooster. As soon as they both got into range of the carrier, you all double checked to make sure nothing was following and headed out to the tarmac to witness Jake land safely and Maverick do his infamous fly by.

As soon as everyone got out of their planes, you rushed over to Jake who swooped you in his arms. “Good job, you did great.” He said, his arms still around you.

“Me? You just landed another air to air kill! Look at you!” He smiled before you both fell silent. He slowly leaned in, a hand coming up to hold your face as he placed his lips on yours. You reciprocated the gesture and wrapped your arms around his neck. Soon, he pulled away looking at you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for awhile now.” He smiled, a blush coming to decorate his cheeks.

“Well, you can always do it again.” He quickly swooped you up and kissed you feverishly, this moment was amazing and you hoped to stay in it forever, until you heard your names.

“Are you kidding me? We just come back from a dangerous mission where I saved Maverick and risked my life and all you two can do is make out? In front of everyone?” Rooster walked over to where to two of you were still by Jake’s plane.

“Congratulations, really. You were great out there but what you did was reckless and could’ve gotten you both killed. I’m celebrating the fact that Jake came back safe. That the mission was a success and we didn’t lose anyone. I can celebrate the way I want to. You have no right coming over here and judging me for that.” You beat Jake to it, he mouth was still open, but nothing was coming out. “I really wish you’d grow up a little and move past this all. Jake stepped in when you didn’t and became the father figure I wanted for my child. You lost the privilege to be in my life and my baby’s life when you told me to get rid of it. It’s my body that makes the child, not yours. I wanted you in the kid’s life. Please leave us alone. Come back when you’ve matured and don’t throw a tantrum every time you-” You quickly look down, cutting yourself off when you noticed Rooster’s flight suit.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Rooster stepped forward and puffed out his chest.

“No, Bradley...you’re bleeding.” His eyes go wide and Jake quickly follows your gaze. Your eyes were stuck on Bradley’s side, where blood was quickly soaking his uniform. Bradley quickly reaches his hand down and touches the spot, wincing and revealing a red-soaked hand in return. “Come on, let’s get you to the med bay.” You turn to Jake and he nods, telling you to go. You smile apologetically in return before helping Rooster to the nearest medic, who takes you both to the med bay and quickly starts cutting off Rooster’s flight suit to reveal an open wound on his side of his body by his ribcage. He must’ve gotten caught on something during his ejection when saving Maverick. You sat there and watched as the medic cleaned and stitched up the wound.

“I’m sorry for the way I treat you. It just pisses me off when I see you and Jake having the life I’ve always wanted with you. Let alone, with the baby I helped create.”

You sighed, looking down at Bradley. “Honestly, that’s a bullshit apology. You shoved me off the moment I told you about my pregnancy. You wanted nothing to do with me, wouldn’t even look at me. Don’t start feeling guilty now and telling me you’ve always wanted this because you lost that chance.”Just then your phone buzzed, it was Jake. “I have to go.”

Before he could say anything else, you walked out to find Jake. He was still out by his plane talking with Phoenix, apparently filling her in on everything that just happened. “Hey girl, how ya feeling?” She hugged you, giving you a small smile.

“Rooster just tried to apologize. I walked out on him.” They both look at you with wide eyes.

You told them both what he had said and Phoenix sighs before taking off. “Where are you going?” You shout.

She turns around and looks at you before shouting back, “To give him a piece of my mind!!” She was gone in a blink and you couldn’t help but laugh. Jake snaked his arm around you and gazed into your eyes.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He said it with such admiration in his voice, it took you by surprise. “Do you want to move in with me?” Your mouth fell open in shock as the question left his lips.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“As sure as I’ve been in awhile. If we’re raising this kid together, then we should be a little more official don’t you think?”

All you could do for an answer was kiss him. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” He laughed a little before you looked at him fully.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” You returned his statement from earlier, basking in the setting sun and living in this moment as long as you could.

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Tech – Thank You For Loving Me 33 – The Deal

Tech x fem!Reader FF

Warnings: Tension/Angst

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The situation is still tense, perhaps even more so than before, because Hondo has a proposal that none of you like, especially Tech.

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What Happened Before:

1 Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

Part 16 - Trouble

Part 17 - In Loving Domination (½)

Part 18 - The Game Changer

Part 19 - Wild Animal

Part 20 - Embarrassing Vulnerabilities

Part 21 - Between Hangover And Love

Part 22 - The Future Ahead Of Us

Part 23 - About Making A Baby

Part 24 - It’s Going To Be Okay

Part 25 - Returning A Favor

Part 26 - Baby Fever

Part 27 - A New Life

Part 28 - Daddy Tech

Part 29 – Back Home

Part 30 - Pleasant And Unpleasant Surprises

Part 31 - I’m Gonna Be A Sniper!

Part 32 - Pirates

The Deal

You looked up at Tech, startled, and whispered his name in a panic. He gently squeezed your hand that he was still holding with some emphasis and whispered back, "She's with Crosshair, he knows what to do, don't worry." But he worried at least as much as you did. Hunter said somberly to the pirate, "You still haven't said what you want from us". Hondo turned back to him and stated lightly, "Well, you are well aware of the bounty that is on your heads." An icy cold shiver ran down your spine. But Hondo immediately raised his hands in a placating manner as his men drew their weapons because Wrecker was rising up threateningly. "Relax, I don't intend to turn you in, but I want you to do something for me, free of charge of course, my payment is that I don't turn you in. To make sure you really do what I ask you to do, Tech's wife and child will stay with me as long as you do the job". Tech growled and shoved you behind him, "Over my dead body!" "Careful son, that can be arranged" Hondo said with a small, dangerous smile. Tech's gaze wandered to Hunter, looking for help. "We're not going for that," the latter said seriously. Hondo nodded slowly and said, "Okay, we can shoot each other down here and now. You'll probably even win, but you'll definitely lose at least a man or two.... or even a woman before this is over. Or we do what I say and no one has to get hurt." You could see Hunter gritting his teeth, he took a quick glance at you and Tech, and at that moment you knew he was going to go for the deal. Your heart was pounding up to your throat. "No one is dying here," Hunter said, "But we need a guarantee that mother and daughter will remain unharmed and safe until we get back" "Hunter-", Tech begins protesting, but the sergeant interrupts him with a simple hand gesture. "Should either of them be injured or otherwise suffer discomfort, we will hunt you and your people to the ends of the galaxy, that much should be perfectly clear to you, Hondo," Hunter added. Hondo chuckled, "Of course, I can see you are all very protective of this little family. I guarantee they will stay safe and sound, I will personally keep an eye on them."

"Uncle Cross!" Crosshair hummed in reply, "Hmm?" "Look." Amy held a colorful bunch of wildflowers under his nose. "Very nice, you're doing fine, little bean". Amy complained, pouting, "You're not even looking". Crosshair sighed softly, he could see how tense the situation was down in the valley, even if he couldn't hear what was being said. He had seen the men find the playground, and he saw yours and Tech's body language. The Sniper had a feeling things were not good, his trigger finger, carefully, stroked his weapon a little uneasily. "I'm sorry Amy, but I need to focus, this is important, you know that". With a sigh, Amy plopped down on her butt next to him and looked at the flowers she had picked. When Crosshair's com that was on her wristband beeped and Hunter's voice sounded a moment later, she looked from her flowers to the wristband, startled. "Hi Uncle Hunter!" said Amy joyfully excited, "Can we come back to you now?" "Sweetheart, what are you doing with Crosshairs Com? Let me have a word with him" Crosshair frowned critically, lowered the gun, grabbed Amy's arm and released the com. "I'm here. What's going on?" He looked through the scope again as he spoke and saw Hunter standing at the bottom of the Marauder. Crosshair immediately noticed that the pirates had fanned out; he no longer had all of them in his field of fire. He gritted his teeth. "We've come to an agreement, but you'll have to come down here with Amy to do it." Crosshair hesitated before answering, "Are you sure?" "We have no other choice" "I don't like this," the Sniper growled. "None of us like it," Hunter returned dryly. Crosshair waited a moment longer, but the pirates probably already expected to be watched by him, they stayed fanned out.

" Bloody hell," Crosshair growled, "we're coming down. If one of them so much as looks at the girl the wrong way..." "There will be no shooting," Hunter said seriously. "Fine," Crosshair growled, "We're on our way."

Your heart was up to your neck when you saw Crosshair with Amy on his arm appearing among the trees near the Marauder. You wanted to run towards them, but Tech held you back. "Stay calm, no hasty movements, we don't want to make anyone nervous, we'll only endanger Amy by doing so," he said gently but firmly. It was hard for you to hold back, but you knew he was right. Hondo turned to the newcomers when they were within earshot. "Who do we have here? A little offspring clone?" Amy looked at him curiously but critically, then at her uncle. "Who's that?" she asked him quietly. "A pirate," Crosshair growled. "Not just any pirate," Hondo said, "I'm actually quite well known." Amy said, unimpressed, "Well, I don't know you." Hondo laughed, "You're a little too young for that" "I'm almost three" Amy said proudly holding up three of her little fingers. "Three? Pretty smart and talkative for a three-year-old. I guess that comes from your father's side," Hondo said, amused. He stepped closer, and you wanted to step in between again, but again Tech held you back, he knew you would act hastily and rashly if he let go of you now. "What is your name, my little one?" asked Hondo. "Amy," said your daughter softly. "Amy, hmm? That's a nice name." Turning to Crosshair, he said, "Put her down." The Sniper looked at him as if to impale the pirate with his gaze. Before he reacted, he looked questioningly at you and Tech.

Tech sighed softly, then nodded, barely noticeable. You felt that he was just as tense next to you as you were.

Crosshair lowered Amy to her small feet, but she immediately clung uneasily to his leg as Hondo approached. "You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Hondo said surprisingly gently as he crouched down. "Pretty lady, why don't you join your daughter, I'm sure she won't be so scared," Hondo finally said in your direction. This time you didn't let Tech hold you back, you pried your hand out of his, whereupon he looked at you, startled. Tense, he watched you rush to Amy and Crosshair. You immediately took Amy in your arms and hugged her with relief. Amy immediately held the flowers under your nose, they were already a bit squashed, but the little girl still smiled proudly as she held them out to you. "Thank you my darling, they are beautiful" Hondo suddenly stood very close to you and grinned at both of you. "A beautiful picture" he said, "Mother and daughter. I'm sure we'll get along just fine" He was a strange fellow, but somehow you didn't get the feeling that he had any dishonest ulterior motives, apart from the blackmail.

Hunter explained the deal to Crosshair, who responded by spitting his toothpick into the dirt emphatically, angrily. "And you were okay with that?" he asked both Hunter and Tech, glancing back and forth between the two. "No, I wasn't, I still am not," Tech said tensely, "What if I don't get them back after we did what he wants from us?" "One of us should stay with them," Echo said seriously, frowning critically.

Wrecker, towering over them all, nodded seriously and said, “Let me stay, I'll keep them safe” Hunter sighed, "Depending on the task, we may need the whole team, we don't know what's coming yet" Rex who had been quietly in the background said, "Tech should stay with his family, I can take his place if you are short a man. Most of the things Tech would do, Echo can probably handle as well" Echo raised his scomp link in the air and said, "I may not be as sharp headed as Tech, but I'll get the job done. Rex is right." Hunter looked from one to the other, then over his shoulder to Hondo who was talking to you. "Hondo!" The pirate turned. "We'll do as you ask, but one of us will stay here with the girls." Hondo tilted his head slightly to the side and thought for a moment. "Let me guess, the family man doesn't want to leave his little family behind? Fine by me, but if he doesn't behave then-" Tech interrupted the pirate, "There is no need for threats, I will not do anything that could endanger my wife or daughter" "Very well," Hondo said, "I don't want to be a killjoy. He can stay for all I care, but please don't interrupt me again, I don't like it at all" Tech breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went to your side and hugged you both, gently, relieved. You looked up at him and said softly, "I'm so glad you're staying with us".

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Dead On Your Feet- Chapter 9

Previous Chapters can be found on my Masterlist Here

Chapter Summary: Maverick is on his way to try and save Rooster and Hangman, but will the fastest pilot on the planet make it in time?

Warnings: this chapter really puts Maverick through the angst. It might be my favorite thing I ever wrote but I’m not quite sure what that says about me as a person 🤔🤷‍♀️ anyway: enjoy!

Maverick flies with a recklessness that precedes even his reputation. He bends the frame of his plane as he streaks through the rapidly approaching night sky, his eyes straight and focused while his heart aches as he listens to his comms.

While he was taking off, unauthorized and with an angry Cyclone's blistering calls to turn around screaming in his ear, one of the technicians in command had said two Fifth Gen fighters had pulled up next to the lowly F-14. Maverick's hands clenched on the stick as he was informed that one was shot down (more than likely Hangman's second air-to-air kill), before a dog fight erupted in the sky. Simpson's orders changed at that moment, calling for two more F-18's to be brought up and Fritz and Coyote to prep.

As for Mitchell, Beau keeps his crew relaying updates, narrating the deadly dance in the sky to Pete as best they can, while the pilot rockets towards his students as fast as he can.

It still too slow though. Painfully slow.

Despite the sheer force of stubborn will he puts into it, Maverick can't defy the laws of physics and he can't cross this ocean any faster. The integrity of his jet is already in question at the speed he is maintaining and while Pete could not care any less about his own safety, he does Rooster and Hangman no favors if his plane burns in before he even gets to him.

"A plane's gone down-" a voice announces over the radio from the command room aboard the carrier. Whoever says it sounds steady, too steady, as though they haven't just delivered news that could destroy Maverick's entire life. The older pilot takes a breath when nothing further comes from Command. "Which plane" he grits out, annoyed he even has to ask.

"We're checking Mitchell" Cyclone sounds less Cyborg but still cruel in his lack of answers. Pete closes his eyes, still heading forward because if it's anyone beside Rooster and Hangman still in the sky, God help them with the wrath he is about to ignite upon them.

Hondo's voice clips in, breathless in the way he gets when he is excited or at his wit's end (the latter being the way he usually is when dealing with Maverick), "Rooster's E-Sat is still showing. It wasn't them-" and then because Bernie knows his friend better than anyone else on the entire carrier and now with Ice's passing, perhaps better than anyone still living, the bespectacled man repeats the news to make sure Pete really gets it. "They are still alive Captain" he shares, "heading your way home as we speak."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure Mav."

Relief is sweet but still unsatisfying. No, Pete won't be satisfied until Bradley is in front of him, alive and breathing and present. He doesn't care if the kid hates him still, he doesn't care if he gets punched in the face for his efforts, but Maverick is never letting the youngest Bradshaw out of his sight again. Hangman is about to join that list too, Pete willing to do anything to see that cocky smirking pilot again as well.

"Intercept with them and guide them home Mitchell” Admiral Simpson orders and for once Pete is more than willing to listen. He can’t help but push his plane just a bit faster at the prospect following the purple hues of color over the water as he heads towards the small blip on his radar.

But suddenly there is another blip.

Before Maverick can even comprehend what he is seeing, someone else is calling out. "Sir, there's another Fifth Gen heading towards them fast." Though Captain Mitchell is not the ‘Sir’ being addressed, he can’t help yelling out his own responses. “Where the hell did they come from?” he demands, “how did we not see them?”

“Watch your tone Captain” Cyclone warns, never one to let anyone disrespect his command technicians, “He must have taken off from a runway we didn’t know about-“

“How could you not have known?” Pete all but screams; his frustration over not being able to help Rooster and Hangman bubbling over and scalding anyone he can hit. It’s not the radar technicians’ faults, they can only see what they can, but Maverick needs a target for his anger and he’s got Command on tone, “Where was the recon? You send them on a suicide mission and didn’t even do your homework!”

“I said watch your tone Mitchell! God damn it! They came out of nowhere!”

“I don’t give a sh-“

“Sir they are gaining ground quick” the same woman from before announces and suddenly the fight is forgotten as Maverick focuses back to the task at hand. Simpson as well seems to ignore the fact that Pete was about a second away from cursing him out and starts calling for more information, “how soon until they intercept?”

“A minute, maybe less Sir.”

“Mitchell what’s your status?”

“I’m still five minutes out Sir.”

There is a heavy sigh over the comms, fatigued and weighed down with the burden of being in charge. Maverick can picture Cyclone’s face in the dark room, pinched and displeased but also worried; the man has never been heartless no matter how much of a stickler he is for the rules. “Sir” the captain prompts when the lines of communication stay silent for a moment too long.

"Hurry up Mitchell" is all he gets. It's not nearly enough information but it spurs Maverick even faster.

He arrives upon the scene and tries to read the situation as quickly as he can. A Fifth Gen is on the tail of the F-14, an unfair fight on a good day but damn near criminal after everything the two American pilots inside have already been through.

Maverick is still not close enough to intervene. Only close enough to watch this sick chase like a spectator on the bleachers of a football game. He can see the F-14 gaining altitude, the tell-tale last ditch effort before a bailing. Something in Maverick's gut reels, the memories of the last time he witnessed a Bradshaw ejection petrifying him into his seat. But it's their only chance, Pete knows, as he��s still too damn far to be of any help. It’s their only way of survival.

Except they don't eject.

The F-14 levels off, escaping a barrage of bullets as its pursuer toys with them. Maverick isn’t sure why Rooster and Hangman haven’t bailed but he reaches new levels of terror as he watches the plane struggle to escape the unrelenting spray of ammunition.

Pete uses this extra time to get closer, right on the cusp of making a difference and turning the tide of this battle when the Fifth Gen switches back to missiles. The enemy fires with absolutely no preamble and no matter who is behind the stick; there is nothing they can do before the entire left engine explodes in flames. Maverick is conscious that he is screaming, but of what and to whom, he doesn't know and he doesn't care as he watches the jet teeter on fire in the now night sky.

There is an old adage of seeing your life flash before your eyes right before you are about to die. Maverick has never experienced it, not even during his own close calls, but right now, as he watches the plane carrying the closest thing he has ever had to a son fall to the dark and cold ocean below, Pete does see something- he sees Bradley.

Bradley, the tiniest human being Pete has ever seen but with the biggest brown eyes, just a few hours old and being thrust into Maverick's scared arms as Goose laughs merrily.

The fury within Maverick, tightening around his heart like a python, aims for the Fifth Gen fighter that is watching it's kill flounder back to Earth and blasts the bastard from the sky without a second's remorse. The jet erupts completely; a direct hit, its debris falling like a marionette with its strings cut.

Bradley, four years old and clutching to Maverick's dress whites, asking why Uncle Pete is crying while his father's casket is being lowered into the ground.

The F-14 holding Rooster and Hangman is still on fire, the flames too much to extinguish, and they are going down. It's not a direct decent, like the adversary Pete has just killed; Seresin is clearly trying to slow them, shifting their good wing and their bad back and forth to make enough friction with the air to disrupt their fall.

Bradley at six, giddy with excitement for the bike that Maverick brings him, mistakenly refers to the man as 'Dad'. Everyone tries to wave it off, Mav included, but Pete has to hide in the house for twenty minutes after cake is served as he cries over the guilt in his heart because of how much he loved hearing that word out of Bradley's mouth directed at him.

The two Americans aren't flying as much anymore as they are falling with purpose; the jet making long circles to try to lower its speed. Maverick can see the end game; can see Hangman trying to land this bleeding bird on the water without the speed and angle killing them on impact. It's asking for another miracle on this day of so many.

Bradley, eleven years old and already so tall, hitting a home run with his little league team and only looking for Maverick in the stands. A bright smile on his face when he finds the older man, Pete's own pride radiating back at him.

The fire is spreading, Maverick can see from his own jet, as the orange flames lick closer and closer to the cockpit and their fuselage. While it's only been seconds (though it feels like hours), if the plane doesn't hit some water soon it might not matter how fast they hit the ocean, the two men will burn up to a crisp before they even feel the blow.

Bradley at fourteen, standing in the kitchen and announcing he wants to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle and not his father. He wants to be a pilot not a RIO. Carole spends the night crying in fear. Pete spends the night at Goose's grave, crying in guilt.

Vaguely, Maverick can hear Command on the radio demanding a sit-rep. He knows he is speaking but not to them, a sort of gibberish laced grief pouring straight from his heart and out of his mouth as he all but begs for the survival of the souls on board that F-14. Nothing else matters to Pete now.

Bradley, seventeen, and at another funeral. He clutches on to Pete just like the last time but now the young man knows why everyone is crying, and he cries too. Maverick can't, his heart weighted down too much with the knowledge of what he has to do now, what he has promised Carole Bradshaw before she took her last breath on this Earth.

The nose of the plane descends and Maverick gasps at the implication. Hangman has chosen to make one more sacrifice for his wingman, he is going to take the brunt of the impact.

Bradley at eighteen, getting ready to slam a door in Maverick's face as he storms out thinking his dreams are ruined because of the man he trusted the most. Right before he leaves, Bradley says the words that kill Maverick more than a bullet or a plane crash ever could: You were never my father and you never will be. You aren’t even family. You are nothing to me.

The canopy shatters but not from an ejection. Someone has popped it and smoke billows from the cockpit. A gloved hand from the backseat reaches for the pilot. Maverick is so close now, right at the fallen plane's wing, that he can see the helmets of Hangman and Rooster. He wonders selfishly if this is the penance for the life he has lived, the lives he has taken, that God has decided to give him a front row seat to the death of his godson, his real son in everything but blood. "Please" he whispers out loud, uncaring who the hell else can hear it as long as God can, "Please don't take him. I can't lose him too. Please-"

Bradley, thirty-four years old, older than his father ever got, but looking healthy and alive and so much like Goose it hurts. Pete watching from the windows outside the Hard Deck as Bradley, now Rooster, transforms at the piano just like his old man. His real father. Any trace of Maverick gone as quick as the door slam 16 years prior.

The F-14 hits the water with an almighty splash. Debris flies everywhere; wing parts, glass, who knows what and Maverick's heart is in his throat as he looks for anything that could be deemed Rooster or Hangman in that mix. He doesn't see them, but that isn't exactly promising as the water slowly sprinkles back down and recedes, exposing what is left of the broken machine as it bobs in the waves.

Bradley on the carrier, wanting to speak, wanting to say something before this suicide mission that could take his life, and Maverick shushing him and telling him later.

Maverick skims low, lower than he should for his own jet's integrity but also because of the mist it kicks up on the crash site. He has no other choice though, the need to see his two pilots too strong to ignore. As he circles, he can see their helmets, neither moving, which is a horrible sign, and enough to get a strangled cry from his lips. “My God” he whimpers.

"CAPTAIN MITCHELL REPORT GOD DAMN IT!"

It's Cyclone, as usual, but this time the annoyed and worried tone of his CO snaps Maverick back to his duty and Pete swallows hard. "Rescue!" he all but screams, as he looks at his navigation system to try to get his locale. "We need rescue, coordinates 59.928 degrees latitude, 176.393 degrees longitude we have a crash landing. Do you copy?"

“Copy Captain” Beau sounds more strained than usual, clearly at the end of his patience, “now tell me what the hell happened out there!”

“We can debrief later” Maverick continues his low circles, still seeing no movement from the two pilots below but the water is beginning to swallow up the down plane, “they need help-“

“Rescue is being sent. Is the Fifth Gen neutralized?”

Pete nods before he realizes that they can’t see him, “Yes” he gulps though not from guilt from his actions, “I shot him down.”

“I want radar watching every single corner for any others, no more surprises” Simpson orders and Maverick can hear the affirmatives from the team.

“Are they moving down there?” Warlock’s deep voice questions, and just as Mav is about to say no, he sees motion in the backseat. Rooster, the red of his helmet visible, starts to stand, wobbling with the motion of the waves. The relief at the sight rips a sob from Pete, “Thank God” he whispers.

“Maverick” Cyclone’s own voice cracks over the Captain’s call sign, “what is it?”

“Rooster’s moving, he’s-“ Pete circles again, wishing he could stall his plane like a helicopter to see better. “He’s trying to get Hangman out” the man narrators as he watches his Godson struggle to pull the blonde pilot from his seat.

“Is Hangman moving on his own?”

Pete shakes his head, “Not that I can see.”

Down on the water, Bradley finally seems to get his wingman free but the weight is too much and both men go falling into the waves. The splash obscures Pete’s vision and for the longest twenty two seconds of the sixty year olds life, he thinks that he has just witnessed both men drown. Instead Rooster appears back at the surface of the water, clearly struggling, as he tries to keep an arm around his partner.

There’s a piece of the shattered wing floating and Bradley just manages to grab a hold of it. He tries to bring Hangman on to it and then himself, but like a reenactment of the movie Titanic, it’s too much for the piece of metal to hold and they both fall back into the water.

The entire scene is excruciating for Mitchell and he finds himself looking towards his ejection cable. Bradley needs help and Pete will be damned if he is just going to sit up in the air and twiddle his thumbs while watching it. A million dollar aircraft means nothing to the lives of the two men down below. "Are there any other bogeys in the area?” Mav asks, finding a calmness wash over himself now that he has a plan to actually do something.

"Negative Captain” Solomon replies, “but we are keeping watch. Fritz and Coyote are inbound to your location for backup in case."

"Their eta?"

"11 minutes and closing Sir" Javy's voice calls over the radio with the same amount of determination that Maverick himself felt when he was racing over. Pete takes a moment to check his straps before he hits his comms, "Make it faster Lieutenants” he advises.

"Maverick-" Cyclone warns but both Fritz and Machado are announcing their understanding and Pete turns back to the figures in the water. "They need help down there" he tells all those listening while watching Rooster continue to struggle to stay afloat with a limp Hangman in his arm. The sky is continuing to darken and Maverick is beginning to fear he might lose them in the blackness. The aged pilot makes sure to reach for a few glowsticks and shoves them into his flight suit pockets. "It's getting dark-" he cautions.

"And the helicopter is on its way-" Hondo now, always in tuned for when Maverick is about to do something stupid, "Searchlights are on as well Mav" he informs.

"Good” Pete places his left hand on the ejection cord but doesn’t pull just yet, “I want you to tell them they will need to pick up three people from the water now.”

"What?" Warlock wonders loudly before Simpson is overpowering the sound as he all but yells into his comms, “Mitchell don’t you dare-“ he objects but it's too late.

Maverick doesn't even hesitate to rocket himself into the twilight, the dark abyss below beckoning him like an old friend welcoming him home.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 1 year

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Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, platonic friends

Summary: Hondo knows something is wrong one night when Maverick isn't acting like himself. After a little persuasion, he gets Mav to reveal some painful secrets that affect his past and present. But maybe there is still hope for the future.

Word Count: 1724

TW: Hurt/ Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Angst, Drinking to Numb Pain, Mentions of Cancer, Mentions of Betrayal, Hondo being a supportive friend

Note: Thank you so much to @green-socks for not only the discussion that this idea developed from, and for beta reading, but also for being such an amazing and supportive friend 💖

Hondo deserves so much more love than he gets so here is my part! I hope you like it!

This was not what Hondo had expected when Maverick asked him for drinks after work. Usually when they went out, Maverick would have a few too many beers, flirt with anyone within a twenty-foot radius, and – if he struck out – would have Hondo drive him home. But the Warrant Officer didn’t mind. Now that his son had left for college, he was never in a hurry to return to his empty apartment.

However, tonight was different. Mav had been downing beers as usual, only this time he was becoming more and more withdrawn with every one he drank. Hondo couldn’t understand it. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened at work that would put him in this kind of mood, and as far as he knew, Maverick wasn’t seeing anyone that might be causing relationship drama.

But it wasn’t until Maverick finished his fourth beer and started to order a whiskey that Hondo spoke up. “Hey man, maybe you should have a water next? Just slow down a bit. There’s no rush, we can be here all night.”

Mav ignored him and took the drink that the bartender offered him. In a single shot, he downed it before slamming the now-empty glass onto the bartop. “Another.”

But as the bartender turned to get one, Hondo waved him off. Standing up, he grabbed Mav’s arm and tried to ease him off his stool. “No, we’re done here.”

However, Mav just yanked his arm away and growled, “No one’s keeping you here. Go if you want. You’re not my babysitter.”

“Well, it seems like somebody should be if you’re gonna be acting like an idiot…. More of an idiot than usual.”

Maverick grumbled something under his breath and hunched down deeper into his jacket. Hondo sighed. There was more going on tonight than just a few too many beers and a bad attitude.

Settling back onto his own stool and adjusting his glasses, Hondo placed his hand on Mav’s shoulder. “Talk to me, Mav. Something is clearly bothering you. Whatever it is, it won’t leave this bar. Just let me help.”

Maverick stared down at the bartop for a long moment. But when he spoke, his words had lost all their harsh bite. Instead, he seemed almost on the verge of tears. “He got his wings today.”

Hondo waited for him to explain further but the Captain remained silent. Softly prodding him, he asked, “Who did?”

“Bradley, my godson. He got his wings today and I couldn’t be there.”

This was the first time Maverick had ever mentioned a godson, but now that he thought about it, it made sense. Whenever Hondo talked to Mav about his son, the other man seemed to understand exactly what he was dealing with. Like he had experience raising, or at least dealing with a teenage boy before. It also perfectly explained this depressive mood Maverick was in.

Squeezing his shoulder tighter, Hondo said, “Aw, man. I’m sorry, Mav. You should have said something sooner. Maybe I could have talked to some people, pushed some deadlines. We could have found a way to get you there.”

For the first time that night, Mav gave him the ghost of a smile. “Thanks, Hondo. But getting leave wasn’t the issue. Hell, I would have gone AWOL and faced ten court martials or even let them take my own wings if it meant being there today. But he didn’t want me there. He hasn’t wanted me there for years.”

Maverick tried to catch the bartender’s eye once more, but Hondo drew his attention back to their conversation with an accusatory, “What did you do?”

Mav was taken aback. “What do you mean ‘what did I do’? Why would you just assume–”

“Because I know you, Mav. You’re brass, outspoken, don’t listen to others, and bend the rules to do whatever you think is right. So, if I had to guess, you did something the kid didn’t agree with?”

“Something like that.” When Hondo continued to stare at him, Mav sighed. “He applied to the Naval Academy his senior year of high school, but I got his papers pulled.”

That was not the answer Hondo had been expecting. “Why the hell would you do that? Especially if you are this upset about missing him getting his wings?”

“It’s a long story, but I promised his mom.” Maverick chuckled mirthlessly. “You know, I’ve never told anyone about this except for Ice.”

Hondo released his hold on Maverick’s shoulder and settled back on the stool. “I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I just want to help. I hate seeing you like this, man.”

“I know.” Maverick’s smile grew stronger as he looked at the Warrant Officer. “And maybe you’re right. Maybe it would be nice to get it off my chest.”

Taking a deep breath, he said, “Bradley’s dad was my RIO and my best friend but I got him killed during a training exercise while we were at Top Gun. After that, I tried my best to help Carole out and tried to be half the dad Goose was.” Maverick’s voice shook slightly and he rubbed his eyes with the cuff of his sleeve. “I thought losing Goose was the hardest thing I would ever have to go through, but then Carole got sick. In less than a year she went from the most vibrant, energetic soul to this shell of a person. It was heartbreaking, as was watching Bradley try everything he could to help her through it.”

“She never asked me for a single thing as long as I knew her. But laying there, in her last moments, she asked me to keep Bradley from flying. He had never actually told us, but we both knew he wanted to join the Navy and get his wings. And after what happened to Goose…. She had done so much for me over the years, I had to at least try to honor her wishes. Plus, I just don’t think he was ready. So, when Bradley applied to the Academy, I pulled his papers.”

“I’m so sorry, Mav.” Hondo shook his head, unable to imagine how hard that must have been knowing how much Bradley wanted what Maverick was being asked to take away. Talk about a rock and a hard place. “What did he say when you told him it was what his mother wanted?”

Mav shrugged. “I never told him. I considered it at first, but after I saw how much he hated me for what I did…. He had already lost her. He didn’t need to lose the memory of her too. There was no point in that.”

Hondo didn’t stop him this time when Mav flagged down the bartender, but he was pleasantly surprised when Mav just asked for water. Maybe getting this off his chest really was helping. Hondo didn’t want to push it too far, cross the line and make Maverick shut down, but he took a chance and asked, “When was the last time you saw Bradley?”

“The day he found out about his papers. He came home furious, accusing me of destroying his future. I tried to come up with some explanation, but without being able to give him my real reason, it just felt hollow and he knew it. He cursed me out and said he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I tried reaching out a few times afterwards, hoping he calmed down, but he always refused to talk to me. Eventually, I realized it was just better to leave him alone. Though I still kept tabs on him from a distance, which is how I knew about today.”

The bartender placed a glass of water on the bartop in front of Maverick, but he just stared into it as if maybe the clear liquid held the answer to his years-old problem. If only it were that easy.

Running his finger through the condensation on the side of the glass, Mav said, “ You know, I always sort of thought he’d follow in his old man’s footsteps and become a backseater, but no. He’s gonna be a pilot.”

“Like you.”

“Like me.”

“Then maybe, somewhere deep inside, Bradley hasn’t written you off completely. Maybe he still looks up to the man who helped raise him despite what happened. And maybe, there is hope for the future,” Hondo said softly.

“Maybe. But not today.” Maverick finally picked up the glass and took a long sip. As he placed it back down, he stood up. “I think you should probably drive me home. We have a busy day tomorrow. And…. thank you for tonight. You’re a really great friend, Hondo.”

Hondo smiled and climbed off his stool. “Anytime, Captain.”

Hondo thought back to that night in the bar as he stood at attention while Maverick walked into the hangar to address the recruits. In the years since, Mav had shown him numerous photos of Bradley – or Rooster – so Hondo had been able to pick out the younger pilot instantly amongst the other aviators. Mav had already warned him the day before that Rooster would be here and that there was no telling how he would react to seeing Mav there.

It hadn’t been easy to watch. As Rooster realized who their new instructor was, the happy, excited smile that had been on his face just seconds before was instantly replaced with a tight-jawed glower. He shifted in his seat and, for a moment, Hondo wondered if the man was about to bolt from the room. But he remained where he was, and when Maverick managed to catch his eye for just a moment, he glanced away. Maverick’s chest seemed to deflate slightly at that, but he began his speech as if nothing had happened.

As Maverick spoke, Hondo examined Rooster’s face closely. There was anger, hurt, and betrayal – as was to be expected – as Rooster’s eyes darted around the room, trying to focus on anything but the man in front of him. However, there was also a tiny glimmer of something else. Something soft and tender. Something Hondo had seen many times on his own son’s face when he looked at him. Something that made Hondo smile.

Maybe he had been right and was hope for Maverick and Rooster’s relationship after all.

“And we’re off.”

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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Favourite Star Wars fic?

Oh dear, dear, this is a toughie ;/////////////////;

These are just some and are not in at all order except for the first three because those ones are very close to heart. Give them a read and a follow ♥ You wouldn't be disappointed!

I haven't read many yet since I stopped doing binge reads due to my eyes, but I might get in on that train again soon ♥

Name and Soul by Decepticonsensual will takes the lead because oh my god did this fuck me up in more ways than one with fluff and angst. It's in complete, but I will die on the hill this fic was written on.

Sheep Song by @syn0vial takes second because I need this in my life, okay? Psych horror between current and young Boba with Jango in the mix full of the unknown? Beautifully written that it takes you to the same journey as Boba's.

White All Over by @padmestrilogy is a fic/blog I came across by accident and nearly paid no mind because there was just one post or like not even a full page at the time. This is by far an in-depth POV fic from Jango's eyes mid-clone creation. All applause for this fic.

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow is one I read almost so many damn times because of how cute and fluffy it is. This is my ultimate comfort fic because Plo plus younglings while in a council meeting is more than enough to give comfort to my constantly bleeding heart.

Finish What You Start by @sinisterexaggerator I don't think I need to explain why I love this so much but Hondo silly dancing before you some really saucy stuff and him being overly all perfect and portrayed with such precision? B L I S S, I tell you.

Sovereign by @tits-fisto fills my stupid PloKitHeart with so much contentment and satisfaction, I have not read anything better in terms of PloKit fics. Sovereign is indeed Sovereign.

You Came, You Called by @toomanybandstocare is a fic very close to heart and is very personal to me. If you need comfort in times of dealing with really heavy shit, read this.

Nightshift by @wolffegirlsunite is the fic that broke me so damn much I literally wept for days to weeks because this is just pure, unadulterated, lost-love angst that has been my death. Still my favorite Fox x Reader fic of all time. All. Time.

The Merc and the Moon by @eyecandyeoz Darth Fett is my hidden ship that I am still so beyond grateful to have been accepted, embraced, and materialized with such glorious, glorious manner of writing and art that I am ready to just die for Candy (author), really.

Boba Has Baby’s First Identity Crisis & Jango Plays Hungry Hungry Hypocrite by @yellowocaballero This is such a fun shit!boy Boba read that if you're ever having a bad day, please. Do yourself a favor and read this because this has me on a wholesome hold ♥

The Hype by @blueink-bluesoul I'm not even gonna say something about this because I delayed this for so long because the sheer amount of FILTH in this fic is gonna make you thirstier than a bitch in a desert <: But I just wanna also say the skill on now making this fic cluttered with so many characters just blows my mind. And the amount of dick pleasure in this fic is enough to serve as balm to a weary soul.

[Ploffe] Plo Koon & Wolffe Friendship Fic by @wild-karrde is another comfort fic of mine that is s wholesome and such a warm read every time I go through my bookmarks of 'in case to read for duchii depresso' ♥

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, platonic friends

Word Count: 1724

TW: Angst, Hope, Drinking to Numb Pain, Mentions of Cancer, Mentions of Betrayal, Hondo being a supportive friend

Note: Thank you so much to @green-socks for not only the discussion that this idea developed from, and for beta reading, but also for being such an amazing and supportive friend 💖

Hondo deserves so much more love than he gets so here is my part! I hope you like it!