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aestheticpearl · 1 year

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Can you do one and they surprise Y/N by coming home early from a mission? Xx

hello again my love, i apologize for how long this took forgive me <3

— ‘oh you’re back…YOU’RE BACK!’

characters. rooster, hangman, phoenix, bob, payback, fanboy, coyote

themes. fluff

[summary] they surprise you by coming home early from their deployment

[warnings] not proof read (i’m lazy)

❥ bradley “rooster” bradshaw

it had been a whole day since bradley had last texted you and he had missed your routine phone call that is always scheduled for seven so needless to say you were worried. you texted him asking if he meant to miss the phone call and he only responded a hour later with ‘busy.’ which provided no comfort whatsoever.

you were doing your best to distract yourself by folding laundry when you came across one of his old sleep shirts. it was a concert tee that he had gotten at the first concert you went to as a couple, you could help but stare at it for a little too long when your eyes started pooling with tears. gosh why is being always from him is long still so hard? you should be use to it.

“we should go to another one of their concerts, i still really like their music” you know that voice, you body moves on it’s own as you turn away to see him standing there smiling like an absolute idiot at you in the doorway.

“surprise!” he drops his bag and opens his arms for you and you happily run into him, only crying a little totally not sobbing. “aww baby you miss me that much?”

“you missed our scheduled phone call you dick” you laughs at your remark.

“i was hoping this would make up for it”

“only a little” he shakes his head and holds your face in his hands while you kisses you.

“i missed you”

“okay you’re forgiven” you are a sucker for coming home kisses.

❥ jake “hangman” seresin

exhausted didn’t even begin so describe how you felt after your shift at work, it’s like there isn’t even a busy season it’s just always busy. you open the front door after struggling with the lock for longer than you care to admit, it’s empty since jake is still deployed over seas. you throw your bag and jacket on the couch and it responds with an oof.

“shh i have a headache” you responded without thinking too tired to register that your couch just talked— well made sound not really talked per say. wait couches don’t talk. “wait..”

“did you just shush me?” jake asks turning on the light next to the couch. you turn around and try to process the fact that he’s here in the house like right now with you not over seas. you run to him and basically pin him down to the couch with your body as you hug him tightly.

“you’re home. you’re here like actually here” you say burying your face into his neck.

“thought it would be a nice surprise. i’m a little concerned on how long it took you to register that someone was in the house though.”

“long day, you’ve made it so worth it”

“aww pumpkin” he kisses you gently while you hold his face. “i missed you too”

❥ natasha “phoenix” trace

you never realize how much you hang out with someone till they’re gone and you know that sounds like natasha is dead, but she might as well be she you don’t get to see her. honestly it sucks having an amazing pilot as a girlfriend cause she’s always busy when deployed cause she’s the best. curse her incredible skill and hard work.

as sappy as it sounds you love looking through your photos with her when she’s away, sure it makes you feel sad but also makes you look forward to seeing her again. when she’s away you like to try to plan a date for when she gets home and when she told you that she’d be coming home in a couple of months you wanted to getting started sooner rather than later.

so after you come home from your quick trip to the store you find natasha standing in the house with flowers in hand smiling that beautiful smile right at you and at first you’re truly too stunned to speak.

“surprised much?” she places the flowers down on the table beside her. “i just missed you so much i had to come home early” you’re still in shock, then you snap yourself out of it and run into her arms.

“i am so surprised, i missed you so much”

you hugs her tightly and you both fall into a comfortable silence once she kisses the side of your head. until you break it with a gasp.

“i didn’t have time to get all the ‘welcome home’ date stuff” she laughs.

“i can wait a little longer for the ‘welcome home’ date”

❥ robert “bob” floyd

bob is awful at keeping secrets and even worse at executing surprises but he was determined to have this surprise for you be successful, so much so that he had natasha get you out of the house just a little so he could set up flowers he bought down the street and some romantic candles.

you were a tiny bit confused on why natasha asked you to go grocery shopping with her but you had nothing else to do and you love her company so you didn’t mind in the end. little did you know that natasha had to make up an excuse to get you out of the house for at least and hour or two so bob could set up and the first thing that came to her mind was grocery shopping. she didn’t need to go grocery shopping yet here she was standing with you in the produce section wondering which apples to get.

“so granny smith? no no macintosh” you roll your eyes. you love hanging out with natasha but she was really hung up on which apple to buy and it had almost been a half hour.

“nat, it’s an apple”

“okay but they’re all so different” she replies back praying in the back of her mind that bob is almost done and by the grace of the almighty she receives a text for the all clear.

“you know you’re right this is a waste of time who needs food let’s go” she takes your arm and drags you out of the store entirely to your surprise.

“wait what i thought you needed to—”

“let me bring you home” you are baffled at your friends out of character actions but let her do her thing anyhow. when you get home your jaw is on the floor with everything that bob has set up.

“ta da! how’d i do? i kept a secret for once.” he smiles at you happily. you run into his arms and hug him tightly.

“oh my god baby you actually surprised me” he laughs and kisses you gently while waving off phoenix who was standing in the doorway.

❥ reuben “payback” fitch

reuben wanted to see how long you could go without noticing that he was home, not one of his brightest ideas really specially since you had just watched a horror movie the previous night.

he arrived back early in the morning and unlocked the door to your house quietly and went to the hall closet to put his things out of sight so you wouldn’t see them and instantly realize he was home. before long he heard you wake up start to make your way downstairs. he carefully placed down some flowers in the kitchen table and hide behind the door.

you woke up with an awful headache and just felt in your bones that today wasn’t going to be good, nevertheless you walked downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast alone. being half asleep you didn’t even notice the roses placed on the table until you turned around and reuben was behind you.

the scream you let out could’ve broken glass.

“baby baby relax it’s just me!”

“REUBEN!” you tried to calm your breathing. “i am going to kill you”

“i’m sorry i’m sorry!” he feels awful but he can’t help but laugh at your reaction a bit. “baby i’m sorry” his hand takes yours as you scowl at him. he kisses your cheek multiple times while apologizing.

“you are so lucky that i missed you”

❥ mickey “fanboy” garcia

believe it or not mickey decided against surprising you in a big way, he was far too tired. when mickey got home to you it was very late at night and he just wanted to hold you. placing his bag quietly down on the edge of the bed, he stripped off his uniform and glances over to you sleeping soundly in bed.

“my love” he whispers softly has you feel him climb into bed with you.

“mickey?” your voice is scratchy then you expected.

“hey baby” he pulls you into his arms. “i’m sorry i took so long” he kisses the side of your head and then your nose.

“i missed you”

“i missed you too, now go back to sleep you can process that i’m here in the morning”

“mmm okay” you feel sleep take hold of you once again as you close your eyes. you think about how mickeys finally home and a warmth spreads across your chest. he’s home with you.

you move your hand to hold mickeys and squeeze it gently before kissing it softly. he chuckles quietly.

“goodnight honey”

❥ javy “coyote” machado

“javy?”

“ta da!” javy stands in the doorway with his arm opened.

“javy!” you shout booking it across the living room into his opened arms. “you’re back so early!”

“i wanted to surprise you of course” he squeezes you tightly and takes in your scent.

“you smelling me again weirdo?”

“..no” you laugh at his hesitation. javy has always had this weird thing about how you smell, he says it’s comforting and he wishes it was a candle that he could light. you call him a weirdo.

“you weirdo!”

“okay okay, yes but i missed you and you smell amazing!” you chuckle at him.

“i missed you too” he pulls away to look at you and moves some hair out of your face to kiss you gently. his kisses always have made you feel weightless. gosh you missed his kisses so much and him i guess.

before you can be completely lost in your own thoughts javy scoops you up to take you to the bedroom so you can show him how much you truly missed his kisses.

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callsign-mayhem · 11 months

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to the moon and back

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Mitchell!Reader Word Count: 5.2k

You are the daughter of Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell and the lifelong best friend of Bradley Bradshaw. Nothing has ever been able to get in between the two of you, not even the feelings you’ve been harbouring for him for as long as you can remember. But when you both get called to Top Gun for what seems to be a suicide mission, you realise that life is too short to keep your love for him a secret.

Y/CS - your call sign

Use of Y/N but no description of reader

You couldn’t remember the last time you laid eyes on Bradley Bradshaw, and if you’d known you would be this affected by the mere sight of him then you would have better prepared yourself. He was in his rightful place behind the piano at The Hard Deck, performing ‘Great Balls of Fire’ with all his usual enthusiasm, and then some. His infectious personality had every person in the bar gravitating towards him, belting out the lyrics along with him as though their lives depended on it. You had to draw from every reserve of strength you had so as not to march right up to him and kiss him senseless. You’d missed him so much.

Being deployed had been difficult for you and had felt like exactly the wrong thing at the time, but eventually you realised that it was what you needed. If you’d stayed, it would have only been a matter of time until you spilt your guts to Bradley about the feelings you’d been harbouring for him since you were teenagers.

The song was almost over and so was your time for composing yourself. It was ridiculously warm in the packed bar, so taking a deep breath was no good. You resigned yourself to a few shots of something strong - liquid courage if you will - and headed to the bar to speak to Penny.

‘Y/N!’ she exclaimed, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘I have no idea,’ you told her, ‘an assignment of some sort. I find out more tomorrow,’ you gestured to Bradley and a few of your other friends from the academy, ‘and apparently I’m not the only one they called. I don’t know whether I should be worried or relieved.’ ‘Your dad was just in here. He know you’re back?’ ‘Yeah, I haven’t seen him yet though,’ you gestured to the bottle of Jack behind her, ‘can I get one of those, please? Or three?’ Penny reached for the bottle and a shot glass. ‘Not wasting any time, huh?’ You glanced behind you to where Phoenix was patting Bradley on the back and getting everyone to cheer for him, ‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen these guys.’ ‘You mean it’s been a while since you saw Rooster,’ she smiled knowingly. You downed your shot and slammed the tiny glass back down. Penny refilled it immediately, ‘That too,’ you admitted with a wince. ‘You already know what I’m going to say.’ ‘Yes, and you already know why I can’t tell him.’

You downed your second shot and just as you were about to do your third, someone covered your eyes with their hand. You knew who it was without having to hear him speak or look at his face because you’d know him deaf and blind. Hell, you’d know him in death.

The familiar rumble of his voice in your ear set your entire nervous system alight: ‘Guess who.’ ‘Hmm,’ you pretended to think, ‘I don’t know. Hangman?’ Rooster scoffed, ‘I haven’t seen you in two years and the first thing you do is insult me? Glad to know some things never change, Y/CS.’

You spun around and looped your arms around his neck, pressing your face into the side of his. He lifted you off the floor and spun you around with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, laughing like a little kid. It felt like no time at all had passed.

‘And you’re still shooting whiskey like it’s water,’ he noted, setting you down gently, ‘so you definitely haven’t changed.’

You drank him in hungrily, trying to act like you weren’t totally out of control on the inside. In one of his dad’s old Hawaiian shirts with his aviators perched on the tip of his nose, he wasn’t exactly a brand new man. Something about him was different, though, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Even as the two of you had gotten older, you’d always seen him as the goofy kid in the cowboy hat that could make you laugh on the darkest days. Throughout high school and your time at the academy, he’d been the person you confided in about everything, and the only secret you’d ever kept from him was your ever-growing feelings for him. But now, after just over two years apart, he felt more like a stranger than ever before. Nothing had changed, but everything had changed, and you were struggling to figure out how that could be.

‘You want a beer?’ you asked. ‘Sure, but no more shots for you. We gotta be up early and I know if you carry on drinking like that you won’t get out of bed.’ ‘When you’re right, you’re right.’

You got Rooster a beer and a JD and coke for yourself before heading over to the rest of the group. There were a few people whose reputations preceded them but you’d never met in real life, and then there was Phoenix, one of your closest friends from the academy. When she saw you she practically jumped on you and Rooster had to take your drink from your hand so it didn’t spill everywhere.

‘Y/CS!’ ‘Hey,’ you giggled, ‘Phoenix, it’s great to see you too but I can’t breathe.’ ‘Sorry, sorry,’ she relented, ‘how’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since your deployment. When did you get back?’ ‘Couple of months ago,’ you told her, ‘I’ve been in South Carolina.’ ‘You’ve been back months?’ Rooster cut in, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘You know how it is, Roo,’ you said, ‘you get deployed, come home and your whole life is upside down for a while. By the time you’ve settled back in, weeks have gone by and you still haven’t had a chance to see anyone.’

He nodded, but his hurt was apparent. Hangman sidled up next to you and you’d never been more relieved by his incredibly annoying presence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, hugging you tight. He was a massive ass, but you’d somehow ended up friends while being stationed together a few years ago. A lot of his bravado was an act, and when he let his guard down he was actually a great person to talk to.

‘Y/N Mitchell,’ he said, ‘Long time no see.’ ‘Can’t say I’m mad about that.’ His usual shit-eating grin was plastered across his face, ‘You and I both know that’s a lie.’ ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night, Seresin.’

Everyone makes small talk for a while and those who have never met before are introduced. You pull a barstool over and sit next to Bob, Phoenix’s new back-seater. She’s the first one to point out the elephant in the room.

‘So anybody know what this ‘special detachment’s’ all about?’ ‘A mission’s a mission,’ Hangman replies, ‘They don’t confront me. What I wanna know is who’s team leader. And which’a ya’ll have what it takes to follow me?’ Hangman winks at Rooster, needling him, ‘Hangman, the only place you’ll ever lead anyone is an early grave.’ Hangman looks up from his next shot and walks over to Rooster until they’re standing face to face. ‘Anyone follows you is just gonna… run outta fuel. But then that’s you all over, ain’t it, Rooster? Snug on your perch, waitin’ for juuuuust the right moment. That never comes.’ Rooster tenses visibly and you grab his arm, ‘Hey, you wanna get another drink? Feel like we’ve got some catching up to do.’

You leave the rest of the group to their game and grab a couple more drinks before heading outside. The Bronco is parked out front looking prettier than ever, paintwork glinting in the late-evening sunlight. If you had a dollar for the amount of late-night drives you and Bradley had taken in that thing, you’d be a billionaire.

You intended to sit at one of the tables outside The Hard Deck, but Rooster had other ideas. You ignored the swarm of butterflies in your stomach when he took your hand and led you down towards the beach and reminded yourself that you had no reason to be nervous; he was your best friend, he didn’t know about your feelings and nothing had changed.

‘I still can’t believe you’ve been back months and you didn’t tell me.’ You cringed, ‘I’m sorry, Bradley. I should’ve called, I know.’ ‘Mav know you’re back?’ Yeah, he’s here too.’

Your father was a touchy conversation subject and you tried to avoid talking about him as much as possible. Once you’d eventually realised that there was no way of convincing Rooster that everything he’d done had come from a place of love and concern, you’d given up trying to keep the peace. It was difficult, letting him fester in his own anger, but it wasn’t your fight. However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still holding out hope that things would go back to the way they used to be someday.

‘How’ve you been, anyway?’ you asked, swiftly changing the subject, ‘What’s new in your life?’ ‘The usual. Getting called down here is the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in months.’ You laughed, ‘That can’t be true. What happened to the girl you were dating?’ ‘Molly? Jesus Christ, that was over as quickly as it started. I stopped seeing her not long after you left,’ he sipped his beer, ‘what about you? Meet your future husband while you were away?’ ‘Nope,’ you sighed, ‘starting to think I’m destined to be alone forever.’ ‘What about Hangman?’ Rooster asked, Jake’s callsign sounding like ashes in his mouth.

To call your brief fling with Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin a mistake would have been putting it lightly. You’d been stationed together in Alabama for a little while and he was the only familiar person there so, naturally, you’d gravitated towards him and him to you. After getting to know each other better, one thing had led to another and you’d ended up sleeping together after one too many JD and cokes. That one night had led to another and another until you were pretty much dating, although neither of you had ever mentioned putting any kind of label on whatever it was the two of you had going on. Rooster had been up in arms when he found out, yelling at you down the phone that Jake was a complete and total asshole and that you deserved so much better, leading to the worst - and only - fight you’d ever had.

While getting involved with Jake was definitely a mistake and you didn’t plan on walking down that particular path ever again, you still stood by what you said in his defence: you have to get to know him in order to understand him.

‘You already know that’s over.’

Rooster looked at you and you had to remind yourself to breathe. You’d never wanted to kiss him more in your entire life.

‘I’ve got no idea why we’re here,’ he said, ‘but I’m glad you’re with me, Y/N.’ ‘Me too, Bradley. Me too.’

The special detachment, as it turned out, was a suicide mission. There was no other way of putting it. Your dad was immensely proud of you and your accomplishments and had never once doubted your abilities as a pilot, but he wasn’t happy that you were on this particular mission. He wasn’t happy that Rooster was on it either. After your first day of training, you went to dinner with your old man so you could catch up and talk about what you’d be in for over the course of the next couple of weeks. You hadn’t realised just how much you’d missed him until you were sitting in front of him, but part of you wished it was under different circumstances.

‘Surely me being part of the team you’re training goes against some kind of rule,’ you said around a mouthful of steak. ‘The stakes are so high, I think mostly every rule has already gone out the window.’ ‘I haven’t been this scared since I climbed in a cockpit for the first time,’ you admitted, ‘but I’ve also never wanted to be on a mission more.’ Your dad smiled, but there was fear in his eyes, ‘I don’t like that look, Y/N.’ ‘It’s the only one I got, Dad, and I got it from you.’ ‘Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.’

White hot rage blinded you like a fire poker between your eyes. The minute Rooster walked through the doors you were racing up to him. Jake had to grab both of your arms and pull you off him to prevent you from swinging at him.

‘What the fuck was that Bradshaw?!’ you roared, ‘You got a fucking death wish?!’

He ran a hand through his hair, face flushed from the heat and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. You weren’t just angry at him for endangering his life, or your dad’s, for that matter, you were angry because you understood why he’d done it. And you knew that if you were in his shoes and you were up there with something to prove, you’d have done the exact same thing.

‘Can we not do this here?’

You shrugged Jake off and straightened out your flight suit, leading Bradley out of the room. He followed you outside into the blazing heat of the San Diego sun where you preceded to turn around and punch him so hard in the shoulder that he took a step back.

‘Jesus, Y/N,’ he huffed, ‘was that really necessary?’ ‘I don’t know, was nearly killing yourself and my dad really necessary?’ ‘I had it under control!’ You laughed humourlessly, ‘Yeah, it looked like it.’ ‘I’m not gonna have this fight with you,’ he said matter-of-factly, ‘I’m sorry for scaring you, but you have to understand-’ ‘I do understand!’ you screamed, ‘But just because I understand, doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed as hell!’

He pulled you flush against his chest and you softened immediately, unable to resist the comfort and security that came with one of Bradley’s bear hugs. If you had it your way, you’d stay in his arms like this for the rest of time.

‘You really need to have it out with Mav,’ you mumbled into his flight suit, ‘this is getting beyond ridiculous - it’s dangerous.’ He kissed the top of your head, ‘I know.’

You had to admit, dog fight football was a stroke of genius on your dad’s part. It was the perfect way to relieve any tensions between the team and also take everyone’s minds off the upcoming mission. Jake and Bradley - the two team captains - tossed a coin to decide who would pick first, and Jake ended up picking you. You suspected he did it just to get underneath Bradley’s skin, and judging by the set of his jaw as you marched over to Jake, his plan worked.

You also had Payback on your team, and between the two of you, you were carrying the whole game. You didn’t like to toot your own horn but… toot toot.

‘Come on Bradshaw!’ you yelled, smirking devilishly, ‘You really gonna let me kick your ass so spectacularly in front of everyone?!’ ‘You’ve got Payback! It ain’t fair!’ ‘Oh, so you don’t think we could win without him?!’

He was holding one of the balls and was preoccupied with insulting you, so when you ran at him at full force and snatched it right out of his hands, he was too stunned to try and stop you. Hangman and Payback both cheered, but as soon as Bradley refocused he was on your heels, and he had the advantage of extremely long legs.

Just before you could score, he came up behind you and wrapped both of his arms around your middle, lifting you off the ground and throwing you over his shoulder. You were so startled you dropped the ball and unluckily for you, Coyote was right there to pick it up and score another point for their team.

‘Put me down you cheat!’

Rooster was laughing so hard you could feel him shaking with it as he ran. He didn’t stop running until he reached the water and it was up to his waist, and then he dropped you in. It was freezing but actually quite a relief after running around in the sun all afternoon. You came up for air coughing and sputtering to find him doubled over with laughter, and you took the opportunity to drag him back down with you, pushing his head down further under the water. You knew you wouldn’t be able to overpower him long and before you could even comprehend what was happening he had a tight grip on both of your thighs, yanking you back under.

If not for the fact that it all happened so quickly, you would have spent more time revelling in the feeling of his big hands wrapped around the tops of your thighs. Your whole body broke out in goosebumps, and you knew it wasn’t from the chill of the water. When you both resurfaced you were smiling like fools and laughing like two lovesick teenagers, and you never wanted the moment to end.

‘Hey!’ Hangman called out, ‘Are you two still playing or what? I’ve got a game to win!’ With an eye roll, you yelled back: ‘Yeah we’re still playing, you couldn’t win without me anyway!’

Somehow, Rooster’s sunglasses had remained on his face throughout the entire fiasco, and you reached out and gently slid them off. He blinked against the sunlight and watched in awe as you put them on.

‘Did I say you could wear those?’ he asked. ‘Did I ask your permission?’

The two of you made your way back towards the rest of the squad, and it looked like your team was back in the lead. A sly remark about Rooster’s sabotage failing was on the tip of your tongue, but then he put his hand on your waist and pulled you into his side, ruffling the top of your head affectionately. The skin-on-skin contact was enough to drive you insane, and your words died on your lips.

‘Keep them,’ he murmured, ‘they look better on you anyway.’

When the mission got moved up, any calmness you felt dissipated like water on the hot asphalt of a runway. Your dad was now team leader and you had mixed feelings about it. You’d spent your whole life fearing for him, but knowing he was going on this mission really took the cake. And then there was the small issue of you being his kid, which would undoubtedly cloud his judgement when it came to selecting the rest of his team. For one, the chances of him even wanting you on the mission were slim to none, but then there was the worry that if he chose you, it would be seen as favouritism.

The final day of training was over and you’d been told to go and get some rest before tomorrow, and despite your exhaustion, you knew that if you were to lay down in your bunk now sleep wouldn’t come. It was one of those rare moments where the sky over Fightertown was empty and as a result, an eerie quiet had settled over the base. You were still in full flight gear - minus your helmet - sitting on the ground in the shade provided by the wing of your F/A-18. Before settling in for the night you still had to find time to shower, get something to eat and see your dad, but you were paralysed.

You dreaded to think how long you would’ve sat there if Rooster hadn’t suddenly materialised. He sat down opposite, stretching his long legs out so they were on either side of you.

��What are you still doing out here?’ he asked gently, ‘You feeling okay?’

You were fiddling with your dog tags, a nervous tic you’d picked up in the academy, and Rooster never failed to notice. Looking into your eyes earnestly, he took both of your hands in his.

‘Talk to me, Y/CS.’ You sighed deeply, ‘I’ve never been this nervous about a mission before. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’ ‘This is the highest-stakes mission either of us has ever gone on in our careers. I would be worrying if you weren’t nervous.’ ‘Yeah, but you know me, Roo. I don’t do nerves.’ ‘You think I’m not shitting my pants at the thought of having to fly tomorrow?’ You laughed despite the lump in the base of your throat, ‘You hide it better than me, then.’ ‘You can’t keep anything off your face, Y/N. I always know what you’re feeling.’ ‘You do?’

Your heart dropped at the thought of him being able to read you so well, but in hindsight, you should have known. You’d literally been destined to be best friends since before you were born, since your dads stayed up late one night talking about their futures, wondering if they’d have kids and how well they’d get along. As far as you knew, he’d never kept anything from you, and you’d only ever kept one thing from him. You lived your life at the same pace, shared the same moral compass and wanted all the same things. You finished each other’s sentences and could have secret conversations through facial expressions, without even having to speak. If he called, you answered. If he needed you, you ran to him, and vice versa.

You didn’t need him to confirm your worst fear: he knew you were in love with him. There was no doubt in your mind and you were a fool not to have seen it sooner.

As though he’d read your mind and sensed the worsening of your anxiety, he changed the subject.

‘What do you say we go and grab a bite to eat?’ ‘Like a last supper?’ Bradley laughed, ‘You can be really morbid sometimes, you know that?’

‘It’s been an honour flying with you,’ your dad said, ‘each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that, and nothing more.’ ‘Choose your two Foxtrot teams.’ Cyclone told him.

You fought the urge to vomit down your flight suit.

‘Phoenix and Bob. Y/CS and Payback.’

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

‘And your wingman.’

The tension in the air was palpable. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck.

‘Rooster.’

You could feel Bradley’s eyes on you, but judging by the unpleasant feeling that had overcome you, turning around to face him wouldn’t be a smart idea. For one, he more than likely looked just as nauseous as you and seeing him like that would only cause your anxiety to skyrocket. Secondly, he was the one person you could be completely vulnerable in front of and since it was already taking every ounce of your strength not to cry, it was probably best not to engage.

For the next hour, the seconds passed you by like cars on a highway. You listened to Warlock explain the mission for the final time, but his words went in one ear and came out the other. You stayed at Payback’s side up until it was time to go, but just as you were heading out to the flight deck, your dad pulled you aside for the conversation you’d been anticipating since he said your name.

His expression was, as ever, unreadable and you decided that it was probably a good thing that you didn’t know exactly what he was feeling in that moment. If Maverick was nervous, then you really had something to worry about.

He pulled you close and squeezed you tight, and you let out a single, strangled sob.

‘I know you can do this.’ ‘Me too,’ you were clinging onto him for dear life, ‘but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.’ ‘If I didn’t believe in you completely, I wouldn’t have chosen you.’ ‘I know, Dad.’ ‘I love you, Y/N.’ ‘I love you too. I’ll see you when we get back.’

He kissed the top of your head before letting you go and you headed out to the flight deck together. Payback was already waiting for you, but it seemed as though there was one more conversation to be had. Maverick patted Rooster on the back as he passed, throwing one final glance back at the two of you. All you could do was remind yourself over and over again that you’d be seeing him later and that you’d be going for steaks at your favourite diner back in San Diego before you knew it.

You could tell Rooster didn’t know what to say but it didn’t matter. You already knew, because you were thinking all the same things.

‘When we get home, I have some things I wanna talk to you about.’

He reached out to touch your cheek and you leaned into his hand, almost nuzzling his palm with the side of your face. Hugging him, you decided, would be too final. It would feel like a goodbye, and this wasn’t a goodbye, it was simply ‘see you later.’

‘There are some things I want to talk to you about as well,’ you smiled sheepishly, ‘but if you can read me as well as you say, you already know that.’ ‘Yeah, I know.’ ‘Fly safe, Roo.’ ‘Give ‘em hell, Y/CS.’

It wasn’t humanely possible to count how many times you’d flown. It was as natural as breathing oxygen, almost a second thought at this point. Getting into the cockpit of a fighter plane felt more like coming home than walking through the front door of the house you grew up in with your dad.

But nothing could have prepared you for that mission.

And nothing could have prepared you for the immense feeling of sheer panic and terror when your dad was hit. It was as though the bottom of your plane had dropped out and you were in freefall. If that wasn’t horrific enough, Rooster had gone after him. This paired with the chaos of the dogfight was traumatising enough that you’d forgotten how to breathe and what you were supposed to be doing. You had absolutely no idea how Payback managed to talk you down from going after both of them, but he did, as well as calming you down enough so you could fly back to the aircraft carrier.

You weren’t in the habit of being overly emotional in front of anyone who wasn’t Bradley or your father, but when you climbed out of the cockpit and Phoenix was already waiting for you, arms open, you collapsed onto her and broke down. You’d been completely inconsolable up until you got word of Rooster’s signal in an unidentified F-14.

Surprisingly, the relief came after cursing yourself for ever believing that your father could be bested by anyone. At this point, you were almost entirely sure that he was immortal. And as for Bradley, he was much stronger than everyone else realised. He gave Maverick a run for his money, and that was saying something. Phoenix was the only reason you hadn’t collapsed onto the ground when you realised they were okay and coming home, with the help of Hangman, of course. In the back of your mind, you were wondering how long it was going to take to hear the end of it from Jake.

And there you were on the flight deck with Phoenix’s arm around your shoulder and Payback’s around your waist, watching your dad and your best friend make the rockiest landing you’d ever seen. It felt as though all your internal organs were in your throat as you watched the net get thrown out, ready to catch the incoming aircraft and stop it from going overboard. The sound was near-deafening but you hardly noticed with the rushing blood in your ears. As soon as that plane stopped moving, you tore away from Phoenix and Payback and made a beeline towards the F-14, safety concerns be damned.

Your dad climbed out first, somehow steady on his feet despite what he’d just been through. But that was Mav all over, wasn’t it? He didn’t so much as wobble until you threw yourself at him.

‘Dad!’ you shrieked, ‘Are you okay? Are you hurt?’

He held you with the strength of someone who had a newfound value for their own life. He cradled the back of your head with one hand and stroked your hair like he used to when you were small.

‘I’m okay, are you okay?’ ‘You’re seriously asking me that?’ He laughed breathlessly, ‘I’m okay now.’ You squeezed him tighter than ever before, ‘I love you, Dad. I love you so much.’ ‘I love you too,’ he replied, releasing you reluctantly, ‘and I want you to know how proud I am of you for pulling that off.’ ‘It’s in my blood.’ He put his hands on either side of your face and leaned in to kiss your forehead, ‘I think you should go and speak to Rooster,’ he whispered, ‘we’ll talk more afterwards, okay?’

At the mention of Rooster, all the wind was knocked out of you. All you could do was nod at your father before he headed over to the rest of the squad, leaving you alone in front of the battered F-14. Rooster had jumped out right after your dad, but he’d given the two of you some space. You locked eyes like they do in the movies, but this wasn’t a movie. The world didn’t tilt on its axis or stop turning altogether; it was more like the two of you were the only ones in it that actually mattered. Everyone around you might as well have been frozen in time.

He was taking long strides towards you, but he couldn’t get to you quick enough so you ran to meet him halfway, not stopping until your face was mere millimetres away from his. He was filthy, covered in blood, and sweat and God only knew what else, but you were blinded by the light behind his eyes. You’d always been totally mesmerised by him, but this was something else entirely. It was suddenly very apparent to you that you would do anything this man asked of you, follow him down to the eye of any storm, love him until you took your final breath.

‘Y/N-’ ‘Don’t say anything,’ you interjected, ‘I already know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t wanna waste any more time.’

And before he could utter another word, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss started out soft but then he ran his fingers through your hair and somehow managed to pull your face even closer, deepening the kiss. He ran his tongue along your lips and you parted them for him, finally tasting him the way you’d wanted to for as long as you could remember. Your veins were thrumming with so much electricity you thought your head might explode. When you eventually parted, the space between you was too much for you to bear (you never wanted there to be any space between you and Bradley ever again) so you looped your arms around his neck just like you always did when you hugged him. His face was full of so much adoration, anyone would think you’d hung the bloody moon in the sky.

‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?’ he asked. ‘If it’s anywhere near as long as me, we’re going to be kicking ourselves.’ He kissed the tip of your nose and you damn-near melted, ‘I don’t want to go another day without kissing you like that.’ ‘Neither do I.’

You’d forgotten that the rest of your squad was standing a few feet away, waiting to celebrate with you. When you turned around, they were all cheering for you and Rooster and you could just about make out Phoenix’s ‘finally’ over the sound of Payback’s hoots. You knew you had to go over there and that there would be plenty of time to be alone when you got back to San Diego, but you couldn’t wait until then to tell Bradley how you felt about him. If he hadn’t already guessed.

You had to stand on tip toes to reach his ear, where you whispered: ‘I love you, Bradley Bradshaw. To the moon and back again.’ You felt him shiver beneath your touch. ‘I love you too, Y/N.’

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Before He Cheats | Dagger Squad Imagine

Takes place after the events of TGM

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: female pilot!reader x Dagger squad (platonic), reader x ex!oc (past romance)

Content Warnings: angst, cheating, profanity, ends with sweet revenge | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 3.8k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: One thing about cheaters, they’re always gonna get caught. Whether right when it happens or years down the road the truth always comes out. And one thing they should realize is revenge is a dish best served cold.

Note: I finally finished my first year of grad school!!! Fucking finally people. Now I can relax and get to the drawing board. I already have visions and outlines for all current requests in my inbox and be sure to check out my April/May upcoming works and my pinned works in progress for what’s coming and posted! Thank you for your patience and to the anon who requested this I hope you liked it!

Also y’all….is there like some freaky shit going on with the universe and my works 💀 cause three days after I posted Lover inspired by Taylor swift she and her man of 8 years broke up and now I’m posting a cheater imagine (this request is from end of February) when there’s stuff going about Glen 👀 this is just freaky now

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Friday night at the Hard Deck consisted of a full house ready to kick off the weekend with beer and music. For a few years now Y/n had been working at the bar serving drinks and singing from 8pm to 9 as a way to make extra cash while her college sweetheart Ryan, who was a Lieutenant Junior Grade, was stationed at Miramar. Having not been married despite being a couple for so long, Y/n lived off base with some roommates while her boyfriend stayed in the dorms, however, he’d come to her place after work and stayed on weekends.

It was rare to see a military couple not be the stereotypically, “we got married right after I commissioned so my partner can be my dependent and travel with me when I get orders.” No, that wasn’t Y/n and Ryan. After Ryan’s commission Y/n stayed to finish up her Master’s at the University of Miami where they met while he was sent to Japan for two years. Then he was stationed in Virginia, followed by Lemoore, and now he was at Miramar. The longest base he’d been at. Y/n had been with him in Virginia, but didn’t move to Lemoore as she had a three-year contract with her job at the University of Virginia.

Toward the end of his two years at Lemoore, Y/n called Y/n to inform her he was being stationed at North Island and the contract was to be at least five years. Wanting to be close to him after being apart for so long and filled with hope they’d finally settle after Ryan hits ten years in the Navy, Y/n transferred to the University of California San Diego as the history of music professor. She also took on a part-time job as a bartender Friday and Saturday since she was only teaching two sections that occurred on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Plus Penny allowed her to sing Friday nights as an added bonus knowing she loved music.

Y/n settled rather quickly in North Island. With her two jobs she developed a friendly social circle consisting of the UCSD staff on campus and regulars at the Hard Deck. Several of the aviators took a liking to her. They knew Ryan and would often meet up every Friday after work to catch up on the week and watch her sing. Y/n always had their rounds ready the moment they walked in, “got ya seven cold ones.”

“Already?”

“The newbie over there didn’t read the sign. Round’s on him.”

They’d cheer Y/n on when she sang, literally the loudest bunch in the whole bar. “Sing it girl!”

“Ariana ain’t got nothing on you!

Phoenix sometimes sat at the bar when she needed to get away from the guys. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Penny gave me the night off since I got papers to grade…but If I get done early I’ll be free.”

“Please, I am in need of a girls night. Hell I’ll even come help you grade if you tell me what to do.”

“Damn, Nat, were the guys too much this week?” She placed another beer in front of the pilot, removing the empty one to discard. “This one’s on me. You look like you need it.”

“You have no idea, Y/n. All week we’ve been training for an upcoming mission and they’ve been driving me nuts.”

Ryan had his own group of friends from the base who’d come toward the later hours of the night. They’d usually take up the space at the bar, Ryan greeting Y/n with a kiss and telling her how the day was. He’d nurse a couple beers before he and Y/n would retreat to her apartment when the place closed at eleven.

They’d been together for several years, coming up on their eighth anniversary when Y/n discovered his infidelity.

And it wasn’t just a one-and-done “I was drunk and stupid, she doesn’t mean anything,” type of deal. No, this was a long going affair lasting almost a year.

What was the kicker? The other woman was a married coworker of his.

Now Y/n may have had the reputation of being the sweet, down to earth, understanding person who would never hurt a fly. But as soon as her eyes landed on Ryan, her partner of eight years, shoving his throat down another woman’s throat while grabbing her ass like it would vanish from thin air…..she saw red. Kill Bill sirens blasting in her mind. Y/n wanted to ruin both of them seeing she wasn’t the only person betrayed. The woman’s husband was also being deceived.

And what was punishment for adultery and extramarital sexual conduct? Well, according to the Uniform Code of Military Justice those in the military who are married or have affairs with married personnel are dishonorably discharged, forfeited of all pay and confined for one whole year.

Was it harsh? Maybe some would see it that way. But cheaters need to be taught a lesson.

And Y/n was gonna make sure they got it.

For a whole week Y/n put on a brave face. Accumulating photographs and screenshots of text messages, emails, and bank statements to show proof of the affair and how long it had been going on. She secretly got in touch with the husband of the Lieutenant Ryan was sleeping with, presenting him with everything. Heartbroken and angry, he agreed to remain quiet until the meeting Y/n had set up on that following Friday with their partner's supervisor.

“I know this is a lot to ask,” she exhaled, tired from everything and having to act like she was fine. “But come Friday they’ll be faced with the consequences of their actions. I’m sorry you’re having to go through this as well.”

“It’s not your fault—you’re not the one who cheated on me. You’re the one who found out and had the decency to tell me. We both got screwed,” he rubbed his face with his hands, wedding ring flashing under the light. When it caught his eyes all he could do was glare at it. “The only thing making this somewhat bearable is the fact they’re gonna be hit with the ultimate blindside.”

Y/n nodded to his ring, “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m contacting a divorce lawyer once I leave here. Hopefully the papers will be drawn up quickly so I can bring them to the meeting. Make it a double whammy. You?”

Y/n threw back the rest of her gin & tonic, letting out another tired sign, “I booked a flight to Cabo. Spring break is next week so I’m gonna take a well needed week long vacation and then figure it out from there.” Sunny skies with margaritas and radio silence seemed to be the best therapy at the moment.

For the next three days Y/n maintained a strong façade. Whenever Ryan went to kiss her she’d kept it short or moved to where his lips hit her cheek. She continued to send screenshots to her phone and delete the conversations so he wouldn’t notice. When she surprised him at work for lunch the day before the meeting it really threw both the cheaters off.

“Y/n,” his eyes went wide, “what are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d surprise you for lunch,” she held up a bag of homemade stir fry, bidding a glance at the woman who also was white a sheet. “Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Y/n.”

“Becca.”

“Becca,” she repeated, a smile tight on her lips. While doing so she gave an obvious glance to Becca’s ring finger, finding the diamond. “Beautiful ring you’ve got there. Are you engaged?” Becca became flustered, but kept calm.

“Married.”

“Ah, your husband has a great eye for jewelry. You’re so lucky.”

Ryan was quick to cut the conversation short after the mention of Becca’s husband. Visibly uncomfortable with how Y/n was throwing their aldurty in their face despite not knowing she was aware of it.

The next day Y/n marched into their superiors office, dressed like a corporate CEO ready to fire the entire team for an unforgivable mistake, with two boxes on each arm. One filled with all the evidence of Ryan and Becca’s affair, the other containing all of Ryan’s belongings he had at Y/n’s apartment. Becca’s husband, Tim arrived a minute later with a folder of divorce papers in his hands.

They met with the supervisor first. Y/n introduced who she was and who Tim was, presenting the box of evidence and explained while the Captain shuffled through the papers. Visibly disgusted, the Captain thanked Y/n for bringing it to his attention and promised the adults he would handle the rest.

“Are you calling them in right now?” She asked.

“I was planning to this afternoon, why?”

“I’d like to be present if you don’t mind,” a hand came up to the other box she had, “These are his things and frankly, I want to see the look on his face.”

“Me too,” Tim piped up and waved the folder in his hands. “These need to be served to Becca.”

The supervisor simply shrugged and said, “if that’s what you want, fine by me.” He hit a button on his phone, “Wilkins, please inform Lieutenants Stevens and Leeds they need to report to my office immediately.”

“Yes, sir.” Though her heart was racing, Y/n remained poised and took a seat against the wall of the room. Tim sat beside her, both setting their gaze on the door to await their soon to be exes.

Roughly ten minutes later, a knock on the door sounded and the Captain gruffly said, “enter.” The door opened to reveal Ryan, whose eyes went straight to his superior before scanning the room ultimately resulting in him to freeze where he stood. Turning white as a sheet, Y/n could only imagine what was running through her ex boyfriend’s mind. There was great satisfaction seeing his eyes flicker from her to Tim to the Captain.

“Have a seat, Lieutenant,” the older gentleman's finger pointed to the seat in front of his desk. It seemed to snap Ryan from his daydream, the man stumbling into the room and unable to form words.

When he sat the first thing he tried to say was her name to which the Captain voiced, “I didn’t say you could speak, Lieutenant. Keep quiet, we’re waiting on one more before we get started.”

Becca’s reaction was pretty much the same when she arrived two minutes later. “T-tim,” she stuttered, red as a tomato and fear etched on her face.

“Rebecca,” his tone was blank, matching his expression. Just the full name combined with the parties in the room indicated to Becca she was about to have the worst day of her life.

But hey, maybe she shouldn’t have cheated then.

And Ryan? Mans was shitting bricks where he sat. Couldn’t even bring himself to look at Becca when she sat in the chair beside him. He kept trying to plead to Y/n with his eyes but she wasn’t having it.

The Captain got right to it. He laid out all the evidence on the desk for the two to see, Becca immediately breaking into tears while Ryan tried to explain. What could he explain though? How could he defend a year long affair with a married coworker in front of her husband, longtime girlfriend and superior.

When it came time for the Captain to discuss where to go from there, Y/n excused herself by dropping the box of Ryan’s things into his lap, “Here’s all your shit,” it nearly spilled onto the floor when the action surprised him. “Don’t call, text, show up at my place or at the bar tonight otherwise I’ll call the cops. I’m done with you, Ryan. Thanks for wasting eight fucking years of my life.”

“Wait, Y/n, please—,” she cut him off when he went to stand.

“You’ve not been dismissed yet,” that got him to freeze, noticing the Captain smirking in the corner of her eye. She turned to Tim, “Thanks for your help. Good luck with everything and I hope it works in your favor.” Becca gasped, realizing what the folder in Tim’s hand represented. It spurred on another wave of tears.

“Thanks,” he gave a tired smile, “And good luck to you.” With that Y/n was out the door and Ryan was out of her life. First thing she did was go home, change, and drive to the Hard Deck. Penny immediately poured a glass for her, “long day?” Y/n accepted the beer with a nod.

“Glad it's almost over.”

“What happened?”

Y/n felt the tears welling in her eyes. The emotions she had been holding the past two weeks had finally broken free. Concern formed on Penny’s face. “Ryan was cheating on me for the past year.”

“No,” the woman gasped. Never had she thought Ryan, who always came to the bar to keep Y/n company and watch her sing and her partner of almost a decade would betray her like that. “Did you just find out today?”

“Last Monday. I went to bring him his dry cleaning he left at my place and found him making out with his married coworker.” Another gasp left Penny. “I’ve been playing actor the past two weeks to make him think everything was okay while I gathered proof. Told the woman’s husband a couple days ago and we both met with their superior today. Gave him his stuff while I was at it.”

“I’m so sorry honey,” Penny reached over to pat her hand, “he’s an asshole and you’re worth so much more than him.” Y/n softly smiled at that, mumbling a thanks. Penny served her another glass, “Take the night off okay, I can call Elise to take your shift.”

If Y/n was being honest the offer sounded like a dream. She wanted to go home and cry herself into a bucket of ice cream while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine until she passed out. But part of her also wanted to sing her pent up feelings out. “Thanks, Penny. I’d still like to sing though if you don’t mind. I could use the release.”

“Of course,” Penny waved a hand, “Whenever you feel like it I’ll have Jose set up the mic. Your guitar’s in the back where I keep the stock.”

For the next couple hours Y/n caught up on grading some papers at a booth while she waited for 8 to roll around. By 6 most of their regulars from the base arrived, signaling the end of the work day. Nat was the first to spot Y/n, strolling over and immediately noticed by the professor's body language that something was off.

“What happened?” She sat across from her.

“What makes you think something happened?”

Nat gave a look, “first, you’re not working the bar.” Y/n shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.

“Penny gave me the night off. I’m still singing though so I thought I’d hang out for the time being—catch up grading before spring break next week.”

“The tone in your voice is off.”

Y/n scoffed even though the pilot was right, “It’s not off.”

“What’s not off?” Rooster comes up, pushing Nat aside so he could slide into the booth.

“Y/n’s acting off and won’t say why.”

“I’ve been grading papers for the last two hours,” Y/n rolled her eyes, “sixty to be exact and all are six pages each. If I sound off it’s probably because I’m tired.” Again, Nat doesn’t appear convinced.

“But you’re still gonna sing even though you probably would rather be home sleeping the day away?”

“Friday nights are what I look forward to during the week,” Y/n scribbled a grade at the top of the paper in front of her, placing it on the stack, “I get to see you guys and sing whatever I want. I wouldn’t miss this.”

“Is Ryan coming?” It was an innocent question and one to expect from her friends given they had no idea of the events that’d taken place. However it didn’t stop the sharp intake of breath Y/n did.

“No, he’s not,” she quickly added before they could ask why, “he got held up at work. His supervisor needed to discuss some things with him.”

“Uh oh,” Rooster made a face, unaware of the boiling anger surfacing in Y/n. “That can’t be good.”

“Yeah,” Y/n clicked her pen, finishing up the last paper. Nat decided not to press further on what was bothering her friend. If Y/n wanted to say then that was up to her.

So to brighten her mood Nat bought her a round and challenged Y/n to a game of pool. Y/n packed up her things, placed them behind the bar and then greeted the other daggers.

“There’s our favorite singer,” Jake announced with a smile. “We were wondering where you were.” Y/n took the cue Rooster handed her.

“Just trying to get through the semester, Hangman.”

The two women played best out of three with Y/n winning the first and final game. By the time they finished it was pushing 7:50 so Y/n informed Penny she was getting her guitar. Once retrieving the instrument she returned to the floor to see Jose had set up the mic and stool for her.

Grabbing a glass of water, Y/n took the stage and set the glass beside the stool before clearing her throat, “Hey everyone.” There were a few hoots and whistles from her friends and regulars at the bar. “How’s your night going? Good?” There were some ‘yeahs’ from the crowd, people moving to get drinks and settle close to the stage. “That’s great to hear. Just sit back, relax, and feel the music.”

Y/n played several songs, all acoustic, starting with Taylor Swift’s ‘Getaway Car’ followed by ‘Back to Black’ by Amy Winehouse. She changed the tune by playing Bill Withers ‘Ain’t No Sunshine,’ but changed ‘she’ to ‘he’ that not many caught. She played ‘Norman Fucking Rockwell,’ by Lana Del Rey and ‘Somebody That I Used To Know,’ from Gotye.

Coming up to the final five minutes of the hour, Y/n gulped the remaining bit of her water and put on a brave face. “This last song,” she paused to close her eyes, “fits the theme you’ve been hearing all night, but is a little more close to the heart. It’s dedicated to someone who’s not present in the crowd which really is a good thing because he knew what was best for him,” very quickly Y/n saw the confusion appear on her friends, some whispering to each other to ask if they knew what she was talking about. “If you can relate to this song because you’ve been on the receiving end of betrayal then my heart goes out to you for I feel your pain. If you can relate because you’ve been that one to betray someone, well, I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

Letting her fingers drum against the strings, the beginning chords of ‘Before He Cheats’ by Carrie Underwood echoed through the bar.

“Right now, he’s probably slow dancin’,” her voice carried into the mic, raw with emotion. “With a bleached-blond tramp and she’s probably gettin’ frisky. Right now, he’s probably buyin’ her some fruity little drink. ‘Cause she can’t shoot whisky.”

Out in the crowd Nat cursed under her breath, anger rising at the realization, “That sly bastard.”

“What?” Mickey whispered, the guys leaning in.

“Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick. Showin’ her how to shoot a como. And he doesn’t know….”

“Don’t you see?” She gestured with a hand to Y/n, “Ryan cheated on her! That’s why he’s not here. That’s why his supervisor needed to see him. It’s why she’s dedicated this song, a song about a cheater, to him!��

All the sirens ring in their heads as Y/n belts the chorus.

“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, I slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

“Oh,” the word left Jake’s lips, fury in his green eyes. Y/n was his friend, and nobody hurts his friends. “Oh he’s gonna regret that.”

“You guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Rooster crossed his arms over his chest. All of them shared a look. Nat took one look at Y/n and saw how she was holding back tears.

Kill Bill sirens flooded her brain.

“Yeah, I think we are.”

Come Monday Ryan was emptying out his desk while he awaited his discharge hearing, dark circles under his eyes and in dire need of sleep. As he carried the box out to his car, it fell from his hands with horror coating his face.

Parked in the same spot his beloved red Mustang Charger was not the way he left it. The windows were shattered, tires slashed, the leather of his seats torn. His license plates were missing and the word cheater spray painted in white along the sides.

Hiding behind the building, the guys were biting back their laughter at his reaction. Bob holding the spray paint can, Mickey with the Louisville slugger and Bradley and Jake with pocket knives. Reuben had the plates behind his back and Javy kept checking the phone where he had hacked into the building's security cameras to make sure they were disconnected.

Right on time, Nat came running around the corner in her PT gear, slowing her run when she approached a visibly distraught and furious Ryan. Removing her headphones the pilot whistled, “Damn. That’s gonna be a field day to fix.”

Ryan snapped his head to her, “Do you know who did this?” His tone was accusatory and Nat couldn’t blame him. He knew she was friends with Y/n and frequented the bar every week. He wouldn’t put it past Nat being involved. “Was it you and her? Huh? Y/n had to get one last final laugh—as if she hasn’t done enough!” Nat only scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t throw accusations so loosely, Ryan. I’ve had PT all morning and Y/n left for Cabo yesterday.” There was no lie in her statement. Y/n was currently sitting at the poolside of her resort with a margarita in her hand. She’d posted on her instagram stories and let Nat know when she landed. Plus the pilot did have PT and was finishing up her run before heading to the flight line.

But she was the mastermind while the boys did the dirty work.

The truth only angered Ryan more, his face turning even more red. “Then who did this?!”

“How should I know?” Nat smirked, putting her headphones in as she started to move past him. “But maybe next time you’ll think before you cheat.”

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Valentine's Cards |

Dagger Squad + Ice, Mav and Goose x reader

A/N: I'm one day late, I know. Just thought about this and had to do it.

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mei's 20k celebration !!

first of all, thank you to each and every single one of you for being here!! together you make just over 20k. the size of my audience is very hard for me to fathom (seriously, have you ever googled what 20,000 people look like? insane!!!) but i know i'm incredibly grateful that you're here!! writing is very fun for me but it's even better with lovely people like you cheering me on, and i'm happy to do what i do if it means you get to enjoy it.

i have been exceptionally busy lately, and i haven't done a follower celebration since 10K i believe, so i figured now was a good time for another one! i know not everyone is into the same fandoms as everyone else, so this celebration will be separated into each different fandom that i write for. why? it's fun for me to plan things around my fandoms, but i didn't want to exclude anyone, so i just made a little mini celebration for them all :)

you're allowed to send as many asks as you want, for whichever fandoms you want, i just ask that you do it in separate asks! i'm not sure yet when I'm going to end the celebration, but I'll give you at least a 24H warning so that you can send in any last asks you have :)

without further ado: my 20k follower celebration!

Top Gun / Top Gun Maverick - Playing With The Boys

Are you ready for a beach day with some navy men? Choose an option from the list below and come hang out by the water, just be careful no one pushes you in!

'maverick? did your mother not like you, or something?' - make up a callsign for yourself, tell me why you've chosen it, and I'll tell you which character i think you'd get along with!

'i just don't want anyone to know i've fallen for you.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'and your wingman?' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'dogfight football.' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the characters of top gun!

'baby on board!' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'hangman. you look... good.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: pete 'maverick' mitchell, nick 'goose' bradshaw, tom 'iceman' kazansky, ron 'slider' kerner, leonard 'wolfman' wolfe, rick 'hollywood' neven, beau 'cyclone' simpson, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, jake 'hangman' seresin, natasha 'phoenix' trace, robert 'bob' floyd, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, reuben 'payback' fitch, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

Criminal Minds - Wheels up in 30

You've been called on a case with the BAU! Pass the time on the jet with an option from the list below, and good luck catching your unsub!

'we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming...' - pick an activity to do on the jet on the way back from a case, and i'll tell you which member of the BAU i think you'd get along with!

'oh, you LOVE me!' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'ah- he wants to be his FAVORITE profiler.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'hey, there's still money on this thing!' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the characters of criminal minds!

'let me tell you about my team.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'pretty boy!' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: aaron hotchner, derek morgan, emily prentiss, spencer reid, penelope garcia, david rossi, jennifer jareau, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

The Marauders - Summer at Potter Manor

You've been invited to spend the summer at James's manor! Be polite to Euphemia and Fleamont, spend your day picking an option from this list, and try not to tear up the lawn!

'a rather friendly disposition' - tell me what you think your animagus form would be any why, and I'll tell you which character i think you'd get along with!

'oi! evans!' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'mischief managed' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'i solemnly swear that i am up to no good' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the marauders era characters!

'he's a murderer.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'pretty brown eyes' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, lily evans, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

Stranger Things - Into The Woods

You're going monster hunting with Hawkins' finest! Pass the time waiting for your trap to be sprung by picking an option down below, but don't talk too loud, or it might hear you...

'we're stuck here...' - tell me which season of stranger things is your favorite and why, and I'll tell you which character i think you'd get along with!

'it's finger lickin' good.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'that's actual shit.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'oh it's the championship game?' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the stranger things characters!

'this is giving me the heebie jeebies.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'I've got a date, dad.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, jim hopper, chrissy cunningham, joyce byers, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

Marvel - Crime Fighting Duty

Your favorite heroes have asked you to tag along for a day! between calls on the police radio, pick an option from the list below and fight the day away!

'he's got one up his ass, too.' - tell me what superpowers you'd want and why, and i'll tell you what marvel character you'd get along with!

'you're a very good kisser.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'pile of bodies, pile of heads.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'ooh! I know this one!' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the marvel characters!

'I was cleaning the chimney.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'we look GOOD.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: eddie brock / venom, peter parker (1, 2, and 3), matt murdock, steve rogers, bucky barnes, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

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blue-aconite · 11 months

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Locked In jake seresin x reader

My Place is Here jake seresin x reader

Last Trip Around The Sun jake seresin x reader

Family Reunion jake seresin x oc

The Night is Calling | the fic jake seresin x reader

Never Have I Ever.... Until You jake seresin x reader

Me and The Devil jake seresin x reader

When The Sun Rises jake seresin x reader

Non-Believer jake seresin x reader

Clover and Roses jake seresin x reader

Golden In Our Hearts bradley bradshaw x reader

More Than This bradley bradshaw x reader

Where Does It End, Where Do We Start? bradley bradshaw x reader

Something In the Water bradley bradshaw x reader

Yesterday, today and tomorrow bradley bradshaw x reader

Goddess in the Sheets bradley bradshaw x reader

Left for Dead bradley bradshaw x reader

Welcome Home Baby Bird bradley bradshaw x oc

Stargazer's daughter bob floyd x oc

Let Go bob floyd x reader

In the Stars bob floyd x reader

Taking Attendance bob floyd x oc

The Wind Blows bob floyd x reader | jake seresin x reader

Broken Hearts Can Still Soar javy machado x reader

Wasted Time javy machado x oc

Any Stranger I Choose reuben fitch x reader

Once in a Lifetime | the fic mickey garcia x reader

Make It Happen bradley bradshaw x natasha trace

Lightning Strikes mickey garcia x bob floyd

I Look Better Naked bradley bradshaw x jake seresin

My Hands in Yours javy machado x natasha trace

The Way You Smile charlie young x reader

#fe writes #fake fanfic titles #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x oc #bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x oc #javy machado x reader #javy machado x oc #reuben fitch x reader #mickey garcia x reader #bradley bradshaw x natasha trace #mickey garcia x bob floyd #charlie young x reader #bradley bradshaw x jake seresin #natasha trace x javy machado #bradley bradshaw x oc

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darksparklesficrecs · 1 month

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Legitimate question, but in the Top Gun fandom, why not use the term “tag chaser” for the military groupies?

Badge bunnies is the correct term for groupies of cops and firemen, tag chasers are the ones who go after individuals with dog TAGs.

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #Bob Floyd x reader #Natasha trace x reader #navy machado x reader #Mickey Garcia x reader #pete maverick mitchell #Reuben fitch x reader

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lewmagoo · 2 years

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the tg:m characters and their not so secret kinks and/or turn-ons:

bradley loves being choked. wants you to wrap your hands around his throat and apply pressure until his eyes are rolling back and he��s coming hard

jake likes being slapped. when you’re on top, he’s begging you to slap him, and we aren’t talking some gentle love tap. he wants to be full on slapped. something about it just drives him wild

for bob, he’s into pegging. loves when you fuck him with your strap on, it turns him into a pathetic, whimpery mess. he also likes wearing plugs. anything that’ll keep him feeling nice and full

javy has an oral fixation and really loves sucking on your fingers. also loves having your tits in his mouth. especially when you’re riding him, you’ll slip your fingers into his mouth or shove a titty into his face and he’s a happy camper

natasha has an authority and rank kink. loves when you call her ma’am, or lieutenant. will make you call her those things, especially when you’ve been misbehaving. if you slip up and call her by her name, she’ll slap you across the face and make you repeat yourself with her correct title

reuben for sure likes roleplaying. like, we’re talking sexy maid outfit type roleplaying. he’s obsessed with the way you look in those little outfits, and you’re more than happy to indulge in his fantasies and give an oscar worthy performance

mickey’s a big fan of shibari. it’s a literal art form for him. there’s a certain eroticism to stringing up your naked body, all trussed up and on display, only for him

#bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader #natasha trace x reader #javy machado x reader #reuben fitch x reader #mickey garcia x reader #tgm headcanon

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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I’ve already submitted one request but I have like 8 of these bad boys in my notes so here are two more if any tickle your fancy. Happy 4K!

#PL2

14-Stuck together for a long period of time and 28- “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

3-The aftermath of a bad fight and 35 “You wanna bet?”

I really liked this pairing and I noticed there wasn’t a specific request for a certain character so we just rolled with it: it’s Payback angst time.

Warnings: Reader Insert Death. F-18 crash. Crush related injuries.

You and Reuben probably hadn’t had a conversation in the last six months that ended well. All the conversations you’d tried to have all ended with someone in tears or threatening to take the kids or the house or file for half of everything the other owned. In all honesty, all communication between you and your husband, well—soon to be ex-husband, had broken down over a period of about a year and nothing, including couples therapy, seemed to help.

But that didn’t mean you still didn’t love him with all your heart.

There was no one more a fault in your complete marriage breakdown, but it was clear that when Reuben finally took the plunge and moved in with Hangman, he got to keep your kids. Not your actual kids, Kip and Sidy—your five year old twin girls got to see their daddy whenever the hell they wanted, he lived just down the street now. But Payback got the kids, the dagger kids. That was clear as day.

So it made it harder to love the man when all he did was look at you like you were the last person on earth he wanted to talk to let alone work with.

“Absolutely not Sir—“ Reuben stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he stood his ground. “I’d rather take the write up for insubordination than fly with—“ Before Reuben could even spit out your callsign, Maverick was stepping in to defend you as you stood by with your helmet slung under your arm resting on your hip.

“Then with your wife?”

“Ex wife—“ You mumbled under your breath but just loud enough for Reuben to still hear you. “The Navy doesn’t allow partners to fly with one another.” You looked to your husband who you couldn’t recognise anymore as he scoffed at your insight. “They’ll allow us to fly together now because I filed our separation papers in the clerk's office just last week.”

“Fanboys out on paternity leave for the next few weeks.” Maverick turned his attention back to Payback who looked like he was ready to up and walk away from his entire career. “And Omaha is out sick so it makes perfect sense to pair the two of you up.”

“In what world?” Reuben scoffed as he took it upon himself to walk away, leaving you and Maverick to stand in the silence of your broken marriage.

“He’s fine.” You smiled softly, hiding your own heartache. “I’m sure if he just removed the stick from his ass he’d feel a hell of a lot better.”

“You two gonna be alright?” You didn’t know how to answer as you turned to look at Reuben over your shoulder, just how the hell the two of you ended up so cold and distant you’d never know. “Because if it’s really that big of an issue I can put you with Phoenix and Payback can I have Bob?”

“Uh—“ You shook it off, not wanting to not be professional—that was the main priority right now. Being a professional when all your husband wanted to be was a child. “No, we’ll be fine Mav, promise.”

“Good, alright then.” He smiled, tapping your shoulder as you pressed your lips together and nodded. “Wheels up in ten.”

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“I hope you know that I hate this just as much as you do.” You settled into the back seat of Paybacks double seater fighter jet. Mickey—bless his soul, had three Polaroids of him and his wife Macy tapped to his control panel. It just served as a reminder that although you loved Reuben with all your heart, it wasn’t enough to salvage the shipwreck your marriage had become. “But I’ve got your back.”

“Let’s just get this over with—“ Payback groaned. “Ready when you are Looney—“

“Luna.” Correcting Reuben as you shot him a death glare that was unparalleled to any other look you ever gave him, you hissed with intent to kill. “It’s Luna you jackass—“

“Copy that Lieutenant.” Payback replied as he maintained a steady altitude waiting for his green like to be given for the course the two of you were about to run through. “You know this is your fault right?” There was a reason the navy didn’t allow married couples to fly with one another. “If you hadn’t filed that paperwork with the clerk's office—“ It was because they knew that the likelihood of children being involved was about ten times higher. “Then we wouldn’t have been paired together.” But with a shortage of people on deck and with new assignments bordering upon the horizon, it was inevitable that your and your soon to be ex husband would be paired up for today's flights. “If you hadda just waited like I said then maybe—“

“Reuben! Can we not do this right now!” You hissed back as you tried your best to remain as focused and as professional as you could be. “There’s no point arguing about what could have and what should have been done or not done because we can’t change it now.”

“You wanna bet?” Reuben snapped. “All of this could have been avoided if you didn’t file that paperwork!” Payback wasn’t mad that he was flying with you, he wasn’t mad that you were his WSO because he knew he was in good hands, but he was mad about the fact you filed the paperwork so soon.

“Why are you so mad about me filing our legal separation papers!”

“Because it just proved that you’re done trying to figure this out!” You didn’t have an answer and the cockpit you shared went completely silent. Oh.

So even though Reuben signed the separation agreement and signed the papers that said you were in the process of divorce and even though Reuben was the one who moved out into Jake Seresins bachelor pad and although Reuben was the one who initially brought up separation in an argument late one night before, he was mad at you for giving up. “You never wanted to try for us!”

“I can’t do this with you here—“ You held back your tears as you shook your head. “I’m not going to do this with you here so either you treat me like a colleague or we ground so I can tell Mav I overestimated your ability to handle this situation professionally.” Payback went silent as he tossed up the options you had given him. Choosing to continue on and fly the damn course.

It was, as it turned out—the wrong choice. It was as if fate had other plans for you and your soon to be ex-husband. It was like death himself had loomed over the pair of you and strategically lined up all the steps to have your husband’s Super Hornet turning into a flaming beast that was out of control and hurtling back towards earth at a steep that was unmanageable in a situation that was unforgiving—a bird strike to the right engine that totally wiped you both out.

“Shitting off left engine!” Payback exclaimed as he relayed to you and to whoever was still live on coms what he was doing. As dark smoke plumes streamed out from the right engine you felt yourself choking up. What about your beautiful babies?

“Reuben we have to eject, we can’t save it!”

You snapped out of your trance-like state to speak sense into the father of your children as he did everything he’d been trained and told to do in an event like this. “Please, we have to eject it’s the only way! We’re in hydraulic failure! There’s nothing left to save!”

“Payback, Luna—you can’t save it, punch out!” It was ultimately Mavericks' voice that spoke enough sense about the chaos unfolding around you that your husband listened and finally gave into the fact that he couldn’t save his F-18. “Eject eject eject!”

“Luna, we gotta punch out.” Payback confirmed. “You first!” You listened and followed every protocol and did all the steps in order which should have seen you ejecting from the cockpit as it barreled towards the ground at an immense pace. “Y/n! I said eject!” Reuben shouted as he began to panic, watching the altitude fall every passing second. “Y/N!”

“It’s not working, it's not working!” You cried as you tugged and tugged and tugged on the yellow and black striped handle between your legs. “It’s not working oh my god—oh my—!” Within a few seconds of disaster, the ejection handle finally sent you flying—tumbling freestyle through the sky as you reached for your chute, pulling it as you pointed your feet towards the ground and felt the tug of the chute filling with air.

Fuck that was close.

“Payback!” You shouted as you watched your husband float down in his own parachute, sending him a thumbs up and he gave you one back.

It all seemed to have gone according to plan. You were alright, Reuben was alright from what you could gather—your kids still had their mother and father. As you headed towards the ground, controlling your chute, a major gust of wind picked you up and carried you through the gully—sending you flying into the side of one of the rocky mountains at a force that was unforgiving in its very nature. “Fuck!”

With a *oof* On impact you crashed against the rocky exterior and fell a few stories to the ground below, catching sharp edges along the way that would surely leave bruises for days if not weeks to come before you hit the deck hard. “Oh yeah, yeah that’s gonna hurt for a few days.” You seemed fine as you rolled over, looking up at the sky to see if you could find Reuben in the clouds.

But all you saw instead was a boulder hurtling down towards you, before the pain took you out.

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Reuben Payback Fitch was a lot of things. But a good husband was not even close to being on that listen. The two of you had married young, had gone through all the trials and tribulations of the Naval Academy together, had gone through separate postings and long distance. You’d gone through flight school and ranking’s together. Had two beautiful twin girls together.

You were Reubens best friend and he was yours, and in that very moment when he saw you lying unconscious on the ground with a bolder crushing your legs? Payback thought he’d lost you forever before he had a chance to say he was sorry. For everything. Sorry for how much he’d hurt you. Sorry for how much he wished he could have been the man you deserved and not got stuck with. Sorry he wasn’t able to give you the love you deserved, the life you deserved or the attention and admiration and support you deserved.

“Y/n!?” He called out as he landed slightly rocky. “You alright?” It was probably a stupid question, but as Reuben ditched his chute and ran over to where you were trapped, he felt his stomach drop. “Oh god—“ Kneeling down beside you, Payback tapped your cheek. “Baby, hey you gotta wake up for me.” He cooed softly, trying to mask his own panic. “Come on, Lieutenant Fitch wake up for me.”

At the sound of your husband’s gentle voice coaxing you back to reality, a floodgate of pain overcame your nervous system as you groaned and screamed out in unimaginable pain.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy—“ Payback accessed the situation and boy was it not good. Your legs had been entirely crushed by the weight of the boulder rock that had fallen after your impact with the side of the cliff face. “I’ve got you—“

“I really don’t feel good.” You cried as you tried to free yourself. “Ahhh!”

“Stop, stop, here, I got you.” Payback cooed as he situated himself behind where you laid. Placing your head in his lap as he held your hand for support. “Search and rescue are probably out looking for us as we speak.”

“What if I don’t have that much time?” You said as you coughed up a little blood that panicked Reuben to new heights. No—you couldn’t die right? No, you wouldn’t leave him like this? He was supposed to try and get you back. He thought he still had time. “Reu I don’t feel good.”

“I know, I know but you’ve gotta stay with me alright, you’ve gotta stay strong because you can’t leave me here.”

“Oh please—“ You sighed as your eyes felt heavy and your arms felt weak, you were losing so much blood, Reuben could see it leaking up your thighs, soaked into the Normex of your flight suit. “This is cheaper than divorce right?” You tried to chuckle softly but it turned into a full bloodied cough.

Fuck.

“No baby, I never wanted to divorce you.” Payback tried his best to keep his cool as he leaned down over you to kiss your forehead, he took notice of how cold you were. “I’m just a fool who should’ve worked harder to show you how much I love you.”

“Reuben—“ You coughed again as your legs grew weaker and weaker under the pressure of the rock trapping you. “Please don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.” He was quick to say. “I’m not lying to you Y/n, if I could take it all back, these last few months, I would in a single heartbeat.”

There was a momentary pause on your behalf as you mulled over your next step.

“Okay—“ You leaned into your husband, knowing that you wouldn’t fear death if he took you now. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.” You thought that if you were going to die here that you may as well be reminded how much you were really loved. “You’re gonna tell me three, no five—no.” You coughed up a little more blood as Reuben held your hand a little tighter as tears began to stream effortlessly down his cheeks. “Seven things, you’re gonna tell me seven things that you love about me, seven reasons why this is all worthwhile. You and me.”

There was a momentary pause on Reubens behalf as he mulled over if this would be his last chance to tell you how much he loved you—his last chance to apologise.

“I—I love how your neck smells in the morning.” He began as he cried and felt you in his arms. Shaking as the reality of the situation began to settle. How was he gonna tell your baby girls that’s you weren’t coming home.

“Okay.” You sighed, trying to focus on his voice and not the pain. “That’s one.”

“I love how every one of your toes looks like it came from another person's food.”

“Oh my god—“ You laughed out in pain as you gritted your teeth.

“And I love how you’re so honest and fearless and—“ Payback paused, really thinking about the things he wanted you to know he was grateful for. “And I love how when I’m sick you take care of me like I’m on my deathbed.”

“Okay—that last one counts for two.” You smiled softly up at your husband. “You’ve got three more.” He didn’t hesitate to keep going. Seeing the search and rescue efforts coming your way. “I can tell you I just adore this.” You added, reaching up to touch the worry lines on Paybacks forehead. “When your forehead gets all wrinkly when you’re worried.”

“I love the way you cut your crust of your toast even though you end up eating them both!” You and Payback both chuckled as you looked up at him and he looked down at you, your head still resting in his lap as his legs fell on either side of your body.

“I love your loyalty and your kindness to the girls.” You cooed. “They love you so much.” You paused for a moment until. “And I love how you still suck in your gut when I walk in the room.” That got Rueben as he laughed softly and kissed your forehead. You were much colder than a few minutes ago.

“I love how you didn’t dump me when you found out I was so in love with you.” Everything felt like it was fading, but you heard your husband loud and clear.

“And I love that you still married me even after you met my parents.” There was nothing more Payback wished he could do with you right now, than to go back to the night that he first met you. The love of his life, his best friend, the mother of his children.

“Please don’t leave me Y/n—“ You wanted to respond but you didn’t know how. It was like all of your abilities had been taken away. “No—no darling you stay here with me, with the girls, no no no—“

“Take care of our girls.” Oh take him back to the night you met. You’d been stuck here together for a long period of time but there was no way in hell Payback was leaving you. “I love you.”

“If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” You just looked at your husband and he knew, he knew this was it as medics ascended onto the scene. So he kissed you softly and ever so gently. As Reuben pulled back he saw your eyes were closed. And he knew—

He knew he just lost the better half of him.

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Leahs 4k celebration 🎊

#Leah’s 4k celebration 🎊#payback #reuben payback fitch #reuben fitch #Reuben TopGun #top gun maverick imagine #top gun x reader #reuben fitch x reader #Reuben fitch x female reader

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beyondthesefourwalls · 1 year

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Alli’s TGM Blurb Party - Masterlist!

This was SO MUCH FUN! It was a true test of my creativity and I enjoyed every bit of it! Thank you so much to everyone who sent in a request. I hope you enjoyed what came out of it.

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Bradley Rooster Bradshaw✨

Smut

Locker Room Delights

Fall In Line

Rip, Replace, Repeat

Vodka Cran, Add Lime

Porch Swing Swaying

Angst

Burning Love

One Call Away

And I’d Do It All Again

California King

Fluff

Honey I’m Still Free

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Jake Hangman Seresin ✨

Smut

Cowboys and Hangmen

Fluff

Building Sandcastles

Nap Time

Angst

Before The Storm

Robert Bob Floyd✨

Fluff

Swatches of Love

The First Look

Angst

Bruised, Not Yet Broken

Javy Coyote Machado✨

Fluff

Only Running When It’s Towards You

Mickey Fanboy Garcia✨

Fluff

Upgraded

Smut

Better Than Fiction

Natasha Phoenix Trace✨

Angst

Unwatered Flowers

Reuben Payback Fitch✨

Fluff

A Mess For Another Day

Main Masterlist

#alli's tgm blurb party #alli's tgm mix and match blurb party #alli writes #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader #javy machado x reader #mickey garcia x reader #natasha trace x reader #reuben fitch x reader #tgm blurb #tgm fanfiction

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swhatever · 1 year

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“I’m not carrying you!”

(Padfoot’s little festive action)

Pairing: Poly!Dagger Squad x Gn!Reader

Word count: 772 (quite a lot for me tbf)

Warnings: none other than a bit of playful banter

A/N: Me �� commas. No but fr commas and grammarly come in clutch every time. As you can see I’ve finally got my act together a bit and started writing. I prefer writing fluff over smut any day ajsjsjsjsj. Anyways hope you enjoy some lovely Poly! Dagger squad (I’m Poly if you couldn’t tell asjsjsj) there will be plenty more polyamorous fics to come dw <3

As always if I’ve forgotten any warnings please let me know.

“Hurry up!” an excited Mickey called out from ahead of you. It was his idea to go on a group walk following this morning’s snowfall. Snowflakes were still flurrying around you, seemingly infinite as they fell from the grey void-like sky. You all promptly agreed to the idea hoping it would tire out the more energetic of you and provide a way to clear your heads for the more stressed of you and, despite the wind chill and the frost settling on your noses, things were going well.

Right now, you were on flat ground and making your way to the hill just outside the airbase in hopes to catch the view of the surrounding area covered in a blanket of white. Most service personnel walked their dogs here - it was nearby and would provide just enough exercise for the dog that it’s satisfied but be easy enough for the owner that they wouldn’t be too tired should they have work the following day. Of course, there was always the beach too but you didn’t fancy having to deal with Bradley and Jake being cold despite telling them not to go in the water. That’s a mistake you will never make again.

Your thoughts of past stupidity were cut short upon the sound of exasperation accompanied by a southern drawl. “Bradshaw stop complaining it’s cold you’ve got like three coats on.” He just scoffs in return knowing that a pointless bicker would ruin the walk. It’s very rare the two don’t squabble in one way or another but oftentimes it’s nothing serious or just a bit of fun which puts your mind at ease.

Too engaged in listening to their conversation, you don’t seem to fully notice the warmth of Bob’s hand slipping into yours, Natasha already occupying your other hand. It’s only when he places a light peck on your cheek is his presence known to you. Turning to give him a soft smile, you notice the cold caressing his features. The way the cold nips at his skin and blushes his nose and cheeks red as his glasses fog up slightly. Snowflakes scatter across the hair that fell out from under the ridiculous hat Reuben hand knitted - the hat that he refused to leave at home because it was “made special for him”. Sentimental, he was nothing if not sentimental. One of the many things you loved about him. You didn’t realise that you’d been staring at him for the past few minutes however, until he spoke up. “Have I got something on my face or am I just that attractive?” he asked cheekily, eliciting a playful nudge from you followed by Natasha chuckling to herself. “Shut up” you followed up playfully, the both of you joining in with Nat’s laughter.

The walk continued on as planned as you made your way up the hill, excited for the view on top. The promise of such beautiful sights along with the warm drinks and food yourself, Natasha and Javy had prepared the day before. Clearly you weren’t the only one excited to reap the rewards of your walk as Mickey ran up to you, scooping you up in his arms as if he wouldn’t complain his legs hurt half way up the hill. Still, you let him live out his fantasy while it lasted, he’d be fast asleep before 9pm at this rate.

After the longer than necessary walk thanks to Bradley’s complaining and Mickey’s expected fatigue after carrying you up a hill, you were almost at the top. Poor Bradley was still having a bit of an issue with how cold it had gotten as you rose in altitude and was complaining how the cold was making his legs hurt. Of course, this provided Jake with the perfect opportunity to prove how much better he is - a frequent discussion point between the duo.

“If you’re so much better than me Seresin, why don’t you carry me the rest of the way? You know, since you’re so much stronger and all.” He taunted, sarcasm evidence in his voice. “I’m not fucking carrying you Bradshaw. Stop whining and just get on with it.” He remarked back, not caving to the childishness as if he hadn’t caused it. The two continued on until you’d all had enough to which Bob let out a groan of frustration.

“If I carry you up will you stop your whining?” Bradley just smiled smugly before hopping daintily into Bob’s arms. Jake just rolled his eyes before continuing on up the hill. You were certain that Bradley’s legs wouldn’t be hurting so much once you’d reach the top. They certainly wouldn’t hurt enough for a snowball fight.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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It’s Snuggle Time 🙈 | TGM Headcanon

How the boys of the Dagger squad would ask you to cuddle

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

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Bradley would be the guy who would make grabby hands at you while pouting, “Can we cuddle, baby? I’m in need of some snuggles with my boo.” And who were you to say no? Those puppy eyes of him always get you. It felt like a crime to deny Bradley of much needed affection.

He’s already be on the couch or bed, making the gesture as you’re walking over to him and open his arms wide when you get close enough to fall into them. You’ll lay on top of him, Bradley wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. A sigh of content leaves his mouth, “Much much better. Instant stress reliever.”

When it’s been a long day of training, flying, in the office, or whatever the hell the Navy tasks him with, Jake is always ready to come home and relax with you. After having dinner, he’d turn on a random movie or show and settle on the couch. He doesn’t even have to ask you to cuddle since you’re already moving close to his side, resting your head against his chest while his drapes around your shoulder.

Whenever you two have an argument and have just made up, however, Jake will softly be like, “Wanna cuddle?” It’s a desperate attempt to make sure you two don’t go to bed angry or just show he’s sorry for the argument. Usually you’ll have your back toward him while he curls into you, muttering apologizes and sweet kisses to your neck. Yeah, the anger is long gone by then.

Reuben is blunt when he wants to cuddle. Straight up he’ll be like, “bring that cute little ass over here,” basically hauling you into the bed or onto the couch where he’s sitting to hold you in his arms. In a heap of giggles, it takes a moment for y’all to get into a comfortable position. When you do there’s instant satisfaction at the warmth that radiates between the two of you.

Mornings usually start with you two cuddling. Just before either of you need to get up for work, Reuben curls into you or brings you to his side saying, “Let’s just cuddle for a few minutes. Then we’ll return to reality.” I mean……you can’t pass up that offer.

Oh sweet Bob. He’s the type who gets a little flustered and shy at asking you to cuddle. He’ll ask of course, but like Rooster he’ll make a motion and give you puppy eyes, “Can we cuddle for a bit?” So you light some candles, grab fluffy blankets, and climb on top of him. He’s instantly happy, showcasing this with that adorable smile of his.

Sometimes when he’s absolutely exhausted he won’t even ask. He’ll just come over to where you’re at, and like a cat he puts his face against your stomach with your legs tangling. A sound of delight leaves him as your fingers run though his hair, “need some snuggles, Bobby?” “If you don’t mind, darlin’.”

Mickey is not afraid to ask you to cuddle. It’s his favorite thing about his day besides pulling several G’s in a high speed F-18 while yelling coordinates to Payback. “Babe, can we cuddle?” “Of course, bubs.”

He’s also not afraid to be the little spoon. There are days that leave him tired, stressed, and anxious. New missions he’s dreading because it means he has to leave you alone for some time. Days were training was so bad it makes him shed a tear or two. Without hesitation you go behind Mickey and nuzzle into him, feeling his hand go to yours that’s wrapped around his waist. No words are said, just actions are enough to feel the love and appreciation you have for him.

If you’re on the couch by the time he gets home, Javy will throw his bag down, not even bother to change out of his uniform and ask, “Mind if I join you for some cuddle, baby?” “Don’t mind if you do.” Mans will literally sprawl on top of you. He’s fighting back sleep as he attempts to tell you about his day and listen to how yours was.

That’s how you guys usually go to bed. Javy relishes on physical touch from you and cuddling is how he feels close to you. So without asking he’ll open his arms while wiggling his eyebrows as you two set up for bed and grin in victory when you accept his embrace. Before you know it you two are fast asleep and waking up either in the same position or where he’s got his chest to your back.

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Game Night

Pairing: Dagger Squad x Bluebird (platonic)

Summary: Playing games with nine adults would seem as an easy and fun task, but it wasn't or it's dagger squad game night but it just ends up with everyone shouting over each other while Bob is trying to read the rule book out loud.

Word count: 2.009

Author’s note: It's insipire by @hangmanapologist post about game night, so thanks to her. Bluebird is the callsign for the character I created, I'm still developing her and her story. Sorry in advance for the misspellings English is my second lenguage.

Request are open, and you can ask me for more Bluebird x DaggerSquad. Thank you so much for reading, have a nice day.

Game night was a tradition that the Dagger squad tried to follow as much as Football game day. At first it started on the Hard Deck, playing pool and darts while betting money but after one day that Penny couldn't open the bar, they moved the game night to someone else's house. Each of them was in charge of bringing food, drinks and games. Whatever they wanted to consume that night. Extremely organized, just like the Navy taught them to be.

With each game night passing on the calendar, a new game was crossed from the list. First was Twister, because Payback sprained his ankle trying not to fall from the mix of tangled limbs and in the process he kicked Coyote’s hand and he sprained his pink; ring and middle finger. One would think that the best pilots the Navy could offer would have some kind of agility, like a cat, but no. So that game was off the list to prevent future injuries.

Second was Monopoly, Phoenix beat everyone assess and took all their fake money which ended in a two weeks roast from her part and the rest of the squad could not deal with a bragging Phoenix for far too long. Plus, the integrity of Banker Bob was compromised because Coyote was sure he and Phoenix were plotting or something like that. So it was taken out for the benefit of the group.

Third was Movie Charades, a game the squad could not play, which they had to learn the hard way, with Bluebird and Fanboy. The pair guessed all the movies before the two minutes that the game required were done, even when it wasn’t their turn. Then they tried to switch it to normal charades but it ended with Bluebird getting frustrated with Hangman, him laughing at her mad face and her accidentally throwing her pen at him. None of the squad let her live the pen accident down, to the point where they all docked down when she moved her hands frantically with a pen between her fingers.

Fourth was Life, it was a funny night full of drinks until it ended in absolute drama. Everything was laugh until the game ended with Mav retiring first with lots of money, three kids and a beautiful life while Bradley ended up alone, almost broke and made bad decision after bad decisions. Normally they would laugh but the problem was that Bradley was drunk, so he ended up ugly crying about it and the whole squad doing something like a therapy group. The drama continued because the whole group, who was beyond drunk at that point, ended up crying about how much they all like each other and how they became a beautiful, disfuncional, family. Mav, the only one sober, watched them all fall asleep in his living room and, as the responsabile father he is, he covered them with blankets and told them he loved all of them very much over a breakfast hangover proof he prepared. So yeah, Life was a game the squad was not mentally prepared to play in the near future.

Now it was a new game night day and the squad was all gathered in Bluebird’s house playing Uno, a game so chaotic it was a surprise it was still on the list. At first everything was funny, skipping here and there, changing colors, Phoenix taking care of Bluebird’s cards because she had to go peeing, Bob being the first one to win because he played in silence and patiently. A few rounds later Phoenix won and then Mav.

The tension started growing when Hangman kept skipping Rooster’s turn and giving Bluebird a free pass to win, plus the benefit of messing with Bradley. At some point the reverse card was thrown and now who couldn't play because someone kept skipping his turn was Jake thanks to Bradley. The blonde pilot was having a taste of his own medicine and he didn’t like it because the mustache man was rubbing it on his face. Slowly, after plenty of UNO shout at the ones who were nearly finishing, the rest of the group ended with no cards to the point the only ones playing were Rooster, Hangman and Bluebird, whose poor soul was so caught up with the idiocy of those two that she forgot her own game.

Every piece of sanity the pair had until that moment was thrown out the window the second Hangman laid a +4 with a winning face. “Draw four, Chicken.”

Rooster, who has only two cards, looked at him smugly and laughed. “No can do, Bagman.” And he laid a +2 with the rest of the cards.

Bluebird stretched her hand to take the six cards that she had to but a hand slapped hers away. “Aw, Jake.”

“Sorry, Birdy.” He smiled sweetly at her and then caressed her knuckles. "First of all, UNO!" Jake yelled. "You have to draw 6, Chicken, come on." He dropped Bluebird's hand and pushed the cards towards Bradley. "Second, stop cheating, Bradshaw, you know that that bulsshit you want to do is against the rules.”

“No it 's not.” Rooster turned to look at him. “You wanted me to draw four but I had a +2 so now Blue had to draw six, those are the rules. And the other two we can discuss it, but I was just going to say it before you yelled it like a mad man."

Hangman shook his head. “No, they are not. You have to draw four and your turn is skipped.” He grabbed two cards and handed them to him. "And you are going to draw those two, you didn't say UNO."

“Nah-ah.” Bradley shook his head.

“Yeah-ah.” Jake mimicked him, but he nodded instead of shaking his head.

“Guys, don’t worry I will draw six. Let’s forget this and keep playing.” Bluebird always trying to keep the peace between those two idiots.

Hangman stood up. “No way in hell, Birdy. I will not keep playing with a cheater.”

“Who are you calling a cheater, Seresin?” Rooster stood up too and they were face to face.

“No one, he was calling a cheater to no one.” Bluebird stood up between the two of them.

“You, Bradshaw. I was calling you a cheater.” The smirk on Jake’s lips was a clear example of how much he was enjoying messing with Bradley.

“Oh Crap.” Bluebird said under her breath. “GUYS, A LITTLE HELP HERE.”

The rest of the group walked back from the kitchen confused. But seeing the scene in front of them they all tried to cool down the situation. “Why don’t we play another game?” Payback looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, what about-”Coyote started saying when his friend from a long time cut him mid phare. “Hell no, not until Bradshaw here acknowledges he is a cheater.”

“No, I’m not!” Rooster said. “You are saying that because you want me to lose. Admit it.”

“I want to win-”

“Bullshit, you want Blue to win.” Rooster pointed at her and the rest of the group nodded discreetly.

Hangman chuckled, tilting his head back. “The idea it’s win fairly, not cheating like you.” Bluebird elbowed Jake in the ribs to stop, but he just laughed.

Phoenix shook her head at their antics. “Why don’t you tell us what happened and we decide who’s cheating-” Bradley opened his mouth but she held her finger high. “or not cheating.”

In a mix of words the pair tried to explain what was happening but they ended up listening to Bluebird’s part of the story. What seemed to be the end of the stupid fight was not it, not by a long shot. One by one they all started shouting what were the rules of Uno, what they can do and what they can not. Phoenix and Coyote sided with Jake. Payback and Fanboy sided with Rooster. Bob was reading the rules out loud on his phone, who no one was listening to, Bluebird was leaning against the wall eating because she was not going to take sides in something that silly and Mav was sitting; sharing food with Blue and laughing at all of them.

After what felt like hours, Bluebird’s head started to hurt. “I'm stopping this madness right now.”

Mav looked up to her and stretched his hand. “Be my guest, Blue.”

“PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE!” Her voice stopped the shouts but they all kept talking under their breaths. “WHO ARE YOU CALLING, HANGMAN?”

He had his phone near his ear, hand in his hip and his feet tapping against the floor. “Uno’s Customer Support Line.” Everyone looked at him surprised. “So, Chicken, here can hear how right I am and how he is a cheater at Uno.” He pointed at Rooster with his head, but he just huffed and shook his head.

Blue pinched the bridge of her nose. “Hang the phone, Seresin, it’s two in the morning. You are not calling anyone.”

“But-” “No buts, you would not like someone calling you at two a.m.” He pursed his lips. “I’m sure mamma Seresin taught you it’s rude to wake people at such an hour.” Cursing under his breath Jake listened to her.

Everyone looked at each other at how with very few words Bluebird handled Hangman and his antics. Maverick, who was watching everything unfold, had to put his hand on his mouth to suppress his laugh.

“This ends here.” Blue crossed her arms and put on a stern face. “We cross Uno from game night too.”

“At this point we can't play anything.” Fanboy said like a little kid that was being scolded by his mother.

“Not unless some of us learn how to act like human beings.” Coyote looked around the room.

“Tell that to Chicken here.” Jake looked at Rooster smugly.

Rooster’s nostrils flare. “I swear to God, Bagman-”

Bluebird took a deep breath. “Stop it, Jake.” Rooster smiled triumphantly. “You too, Bradley.” She looked at him. “You all are acting childish, it’s just a game. We were supposed to be having a good time, laughing, having drinks and food, with each other.” She looked around the room. “Decompress after all the hard work and stress up there, not shouting at each other over cards.” Clearly Bluebird was the one who had more common sense, at some things, off all them.

The Dagger Squad stayed silent for a couple of minutes, some looking at the floor and others looking at each other. “Come on guys, Blue is right. Let’s forget this and eat.” Phoenix patted one of them in the back and went to sat on the sofa.

It didn’t take them long to sit around the sofa, eat and have fun. After a few minutes, while everyone was laughing Bob spoke after quite some time. “Guys.” The group looked at him, the secret keeper who was considered the cutests from them all by his sweet smile and glasses. “The official page of Uno on Twitter says, ‘If someone puts down a +4 card, you must draw 4 and your turn is skipped. It’s not allowed to put a +2 to make the other person draw 6.’” Jake gave everyone a big smile and raised his arms.

“Heard that Chicken?” He looked at Bradley. “You know what that means? You are a che-AW” Jake’s comment was cut short by Bluebird, who pinched him in the arm. “Birdy, what’s that for?” He looked at his side, where she was sitting.

“You know why. Cut it out, Jake.” She said tilting his head to the side and he nodded.

Rooster laughed. “Look at you, Bagman, wwh-psssh-AW” He too was cut short. “Goddammit, Bluebird.” Bradley rubbed the part of her arm where she pinched him too.

“You too cut it out.” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Both of you, keep eating and playing nice. Otherwise, I will smack you.” Both grown up man nodded and did as she said.

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edensbuttercups · 1 year

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Dagger Squad x reader

A/N: I've got a cold, which is fine and dandy, especially when these little scenarios came into my mind at roughly 2 am to keep me company 😌 So here is this cheesy nonsense, jotted down in the middle of the night and with probably a big lack of logic 😌 also, this gif is pure joy Words: 1.9k (total, each snipped it 200-300 words)

Bob:

He told you he was coming over as soon as you called him, wasting no time and heading to the grocery store to buy what was missing, before driving straight to your home. He timidly knocked, knowing the door was open but still wanting to be respectful, alerting of his presence, walking in with a hushed hello, not sure if you were napping or awake. “Hi, Bob.” You called from the other room, voice raspy, but ever so sweet as you called his name. “How are you feeling?” He asked once everything had been put in his place, coming into the room to find you lying in the bed, reddened cheeks from the fever and tired eyes, yet a warm smile at his presence. “Okay, I think.” You hum, leaning into his touch when his hand settled on your forehead. “Hmm… okay, you think,” he repeated, jokingly, “but you’ve got a fever.” It wasn’t too high, nothing to be worried about, but he still would’ve preferred for you not to have it, for you to feel well. “You’re so fresh” you say, his touch still soothing on your skin, your hand reaching up to hold onto it, keeping it settled against your forehead. “That’s cause you’re hot” he muttered in reply, the playful look you gave him making his cheeks match your own in terms of redness. “Thank you.” You teased, shifting in the bed to make space for him by your side, patting the mattress softly. “Soup?” He asked, waiting for you to shake your head before sitting down next to you, wrapping an arm around you. “Later.” you hummed, letting your head fall against his shoulder, eyes glancing up at him and sighing, always mesmerised by the color of his eyes and the softness of his smile. “Later.” He repeated, squeezing you softly and kissing your forehead, closing his eyes when yours did as well.

Phoenix:

You stood from the couch when you hear the soft knock on the door, moving your feet slowly until you stop in front of it, peering it open to see Natasha on the other side, her expression softening when she sees your face. You looked tired, with red cheeks from the slight fever that had started little over an hour ago, and your light frown did nothing to stop a smile from forming on her face. “You’ll get sick.” You hummed as she walked past you, a small covered tray in her hands, setting it on your coffee table as she sat on the couch. She just shrugged, not really minding either way. “I have a strong immune system.” She joked, patting the space by her side, urging you to sit near her. You closed the door, making your way by her side and pulling up the cover of the tray, seeing a variety of cut fruit waiting under it, smiling at the gesture. “My mum always said that fruit helps when you’re sick, so…” She explained, plucking one of the forks she brought and stabbing a piece of fruit, offering it to you. Natasha had always been kind, and warm, and loving, talking while she shared the fruit she had brought, talking about her day and asking about yours, even if not much had been done between the annoying peaks of fever and the tiredness that had overtaken you for most of the day. When no more fruit was left to be shared, she gently kissed your forehead, frowning once again when she felt your temperature, softly guiding your head towards her lap, letting you lay down as her fingers combed through your hair, her voice gentle as she spoke, sighing happily when your body relaxed into hers.

Coyote:

“What’s this I’m hearing about a petty cold?” He asked, letting his bag fall to the ground as he shrugged his jacket off, hanging it by the door. You smiled at him, standing from the couch and bringing the blanket with you, wrapping it around both of you as you reached him by the door. “Just that. A petty cold.” You hummed, head resting on his chest. You had missed him all day, even if you were used to him being away or busy, both of you having full lives, yet always cutting out some time for each other during the day. Which is why today, home from work, well enough to get through the few chores in the first hours of the day before feeling absolutely exhausted for the next, you missed him so much. He nodded, eyes glancing at the living room, some pillows scattered here and there from all the jostling around you had done trying to get comfortable, and the food on the countertop of the kitchen, sitting ready in some tupperware. “Marla.” You explained when you saw where he was looking, “she saw me take the trash out this morning and figured out pretty quickly that I wasn’t well. So she made us dinner.” You and Javy had always liked Marla, an old lady with a lovable husband, both of them always more than willing to offer help. “We’ll thank them tomorrow. For now, shall I plate the food?” He asked you, sending you a wink as he wrapped the blanket around you instead, walking you to the table. “Yep. Then cuddles?” “Then cuddles.”

Hangman:

You and Hangman hadn’t been dating for long, both of you keeping it low key in terms of how serious you were, mainly because of his job, even if the feelings you shared were very much real, at least on your side. Still, you hadn’t expected him to rush over the moment you told him you weren’t feeling well, the knock on your door coming just 10 minutes after your phone call ended, making you smile when you walked over to open it. “Brought tea, and coffee, and cookies. And, better than the rest, me.” Hangman said effortlessly, handing you a bag with everything he had mentioned, then stepped in, pressing a kiss on your forehead before closing the door behind him. “Cocky.” You hummed, kissing his cheek as you made your way back to the sofa with a loud plop, the movement making your break into a small coughing fit, one hand flying to your chest as you tried to stop. “Didn’t bring any cough syrup.” He added with a frown, shoulders slumping in defeat. “There’s some in the cupboard.” you told him the second you felt air in your lungs again, smiling at him as he handed it to you, the taste bitter but quickly helping with the feeling in your chest. “Better?” he asked, setting the bag with all the goodies on the coffee table and sitting by your side, careful not to cause another coughing fit. “Better, yeah.”

Rooster:

“You’ll get sick too.” You said with a pout, unable to contain the smile, however, when he gently kissed your cheek. “I don’t mind.” He hummed, settling by your side as he flicked the tv on, snuggling happily against you. “So, what are we feeling? Comedy? Romance?” Bradley asked, moving his eyebrows up and down, smiling when he got to make you laugh so easily. “Maybe romance, yeah. Or, even better, a rom-com?” you suggested, snuggling into his side, not really minding what he chose as long as you got to stay by his side. You nodded at his suggestions, occasionally looking away when you felt like you needed to sneeze, groaning when you just couldn’t. You were getting a headache and your back hurt, and as much as you enjoyed the cuddling, you were also a little frustrated. “I got medicine here, if you want.” You heard Bradley offer, leaning to grab a bottle of cough syrup, reading the label before setting it back down, then some painkillers, tissues, chocolates and a heating pad. “Chocolate counts as medicine?” You asked, stifling a laugh. “Sure does. Scientifically proven.” He spoke matter of factly, moving towards you, “and, another scientifically proven medicine? My kisses.” He added, peppering a few quick kisses on your cheek, moving back when you pushed him away. “You’ll really get sick, c’mon. Now hand me the chocolate.” “Yes, ma’am.” He obliged with a giggle, handing it to you.

Fanboy:

You were sitting on the couch, smiling at your boyfriend as he chopped the ingredients, singing along to the song on the radio as he let the vegetables fall into the broth, grabbing a spoon and getting a taste of it. “Hmm… maybe more onion…” he hummed, heading over to the fridge to grab it, turning around when you chuckled. “No more onion?” he asked, pouting softly. He was making you his mother’s soup, one she always prepared for him when he was sick, so of course he’d do the same for you. “You cried when you cut it before!” You argued gently, watching as his lips quirked up into a smile again. “But it’s worth it! Makes it taste extra nice, I promise.” You couldn’t help but watch as the scene unfolded before you, his expert slicing morphing into a just as expert slicing, albeit with more tears.

In the end, it had been worth it. You sipped happily on the soup he had prepared, sitting by his side while a movie played, not as preoccupied with your headache anymore, nor with how achey your body felt, only thinking now about the perfect combination of tastes in your mouth and the warm presence of your boyfriend by your side.

Payback:

“Sorry, can’t make it today, feeling sick :(“ you had texted Payback at 10am that morning, feeling the need to cancel your plans after your head decided on slowly imploding and a light cough started in your chest. You and him had planned this for over a week, your schedules finally allowing for or the opposite morning, which of course meant it was the perfect moment for you to catch a light cold. Cursing to yourself, you lowered your head back into the pillow with a quiet groan, hoping the painkillers would soon start taking effect and stop your suffering. Meanwhile, Payback was worried. He didn’t want to disturb you, the two of you not having dated long enough for him to feel the right to come by your place unannounced, but after that message you hadn’t texted him again, nor picked up your phone, so he was worried. And so, it was a soft knock on your door that alerted you of someone’s presence, waking you up from a nap that had taken you for most of the day, making that nagging headache leave you while you still had to deal with a stuffy nose and a sense of tiredness you just couldn’t shake off. Opening the door, you found Payback standing there, some simple flowers in his hand and some chocolates for you, a timid smile on his face that quickly melted into one of relief when he saw you were okay, or as okay as you could be with a cold. You smiled at him, moving to the side so that he could walk past you, placing a small kiss to your forehead, walking by your side as you found a vase for the flowers and a movie to watch while you shared chocolate and cuddles.

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