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Stuck in the Middle — Chapter 3 — Both

Co-written with a friend who isn't on tumblr. Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader x Tom “Iceman” Kazansky Summary: The one where Maverick’s sister is on a mission to give her brother a heart attack by sleeping with not one, but two of his colleagues. Word Count: 6400 Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, threesome, creampie(s) Chapter: 3/3 Read Previous Minors DNI

Pete returned home some hours later to find you in a very… festive scarf. Unfortunately for Goose, who had opted to stay with you until Pete arrived, it had done little to hide the hickeys littering your neck. That had been an interesting night.

Little did any of you know that hickeys, unseasonal scarves, and the Iceman would be the least of your worries in the coming days.

A hop gone wrong had you and Carole scrambling to get to the hospital.

They were alive, but it had been a close thing.

Pete was released that same day after a thorough evaluation. Goose was still unconscious. As tears leaked from his eyes, you knew that your brother was blaming himself, but there was little he could’ve done to avoid flying through Ice’s jetwash — Viper had stopped by the hospital to say as much.

You spent one, then two days in the hospital. Classes continued — fly long enough and it happens, they said, but Pete wasn’t ready to go up again. Not without Goose. And on the third day, like a miracle, Goose’s eyes blinked open. “Holy shit.” His voice was scratchy from disuse.

Carole sat upright at his side. “Nick?”

“Mav, where’s my camera?” Goose croaked, ignoring his wife. “There’s an angel by my bed. The guys ‘ll never believe it if I don’t take a picture.” When a nurse entered the room, relieved tears were tracking down a laughing Carole’s face, Bradley smiling in his Uncle Mav’s arms.

On the fourth day, Goose encouraged Pete to return to class because “You can’t let Ice and that big oaf run away with our trophy. They’ll never let us live it down.” Pete had reluctantly agreed when Goose gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll do great.”

Pete smiled. “Thanks, dear.”

So the summer continued: hot days spent on the tarmac and by Goose’s side. And then, graduation was just a day away. Goose, unfortunately, wouldn’t be able to attend, but he had enough points to graduate, and Pete planned on going for both of them. You, Pete knew, would be in the audience, and there lay his current predicament:

Iceman.

Well, more accurately: Slider. After he’d returned home from his date with Charlie, Pete got an eyeful of hickeys and Goose’s side of the story. Namely, everything had been fine until Kerner opened his big mouth and burrowed beneath Goose’s skin so that Ice could steal you away.

If Pete had any hopes of keeping you and Ice separated after the commencement ceremony, he needed Slider.

* * *

Classes wrap and Slider is cleaning out his locker when he becomes acutely aware that he's one of two people left in the room. And even though Mitchell's back is to him, years of training and locker room antics mean that Slider knows when he's being watched. But the silence grows long and goes stale to the point that he's almost convinced that Maverick isn't going to say anything — which is a surprise because Maverick always has something to say.

"Kerner."

There it is.

"Mitchell."

"Congrats on the trophy." It must be killing Maverick to say it, and Slider smiles because, yeah, the trophy is his. It feels fucking good. But that's not what Maverick stuck around to say. It isn’t what he’s after.

Slider doesn’t want to drag this out longer than it has to be, so he gets to the point. "What do you want?"

The question hangs while Maverick takes a second to think before speaking — and isn’t that a scary thought? — when he finally spits out: “I have a proposition for you.”

"I don't swing that way."

"What? No." And Maverick spins to shoot Slider a dirty look. "I want your help keeping Ice away from my sister. At graduation."

"Why me?" The million-dollar question, though Maverick doesn't realize it.

"If you're helping me, you aren't helping him," Maverick says like it should be obvious. And, okay, yeah, that’s fair.

"What makes you so sure I'll help you?" Slider can’t tamp down the Cheshire grin at the way Maverick squirms. But besides being his pilot, Ice is his friend, and… well, they aren’t putting labels on whatever this thing is with Mitchell’s sister. "Besides, I think he's earned a little celebration." Hadn't they both? From the look on Maverick’s face, Slider would say his answer is ‘no.’

"I can pay you."

“No, you can’t.” Because even if Mav did have money, which Slider’s sure he doesn’t, his price would be too high. The trophy and a fuck? Pete Mitchell would have to be the richest man alive.

“I heard the guys say you got yourself a girl.” It’s a reach at best, but it shocks Slider into silence. Briefly, he wonders if someone had, in fact, seen the two of you in or on his car. But if that were the case, he doubts Maverick would be talking with him now. “She coming to the ceremony?” Maverick tries as Slider collects himself, trying to come off cool and collected like Ice always manages to.

“She hasn’t decided yet.” A lie. You’ll be there. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. Hadn’t let Maverick and Goose come to Fightertown without you in the first place.

Maverick smiles as if he’s got an idea. An in. “If you help me out,” he says, “you can borrow my bike.”

“Why would I—”

“Ladies love it,” Maverick insists, and Slider ignores him in favor of clearing out his locker. “Even you’d look good on a bike, Kerner,” Maverick tries again. “Everyone does.”

“Hey.”

“Think about it,” Maverick’s voice drops as he sets the scene. “She’s clinging to you as you speed down the road. Wind in your hair. Her arms wrapped around your waist. Tight body pressed all up against your back. And the adrenaline rush—” Mav’s eyebrows raise as if he’s remembering something fondly or really trying to sell the idea “—makes for amazing sex.”

Slider can’t help the smug grin that overtakes him — ice-cold, no mistakes was never his schtick. “Is that right?”

Mav’s smiling too, his head nodding lightly like they’re on the same wavelength. And maybe they are because Slider’s thinking about it. “Mind-blowing.”

Well, if Mav insists. “Alright.”

“So you’ll do it?” Maverick seems almost surprised that it’s worked. Like he hadn’t imagined Slider was, in fact, a man who could be reasoned with.

“Yeah,” Slider confirms, zipping up his bag and knocking his locker shut one last time. “Don’t make me regret this.” He wouldn’t.

* * *

“Gentlemen,” Viper says from the podium with a proud smile. “You came here the best of the best. We made you better.” You sit near the front of the audience, smiling and clapping with everyone else as the speeches finish, and the Top Gun trophy is presented to Lt. Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Lt. Ron “Slider” Kerner. The new nameplate shines brighter than the others, but maybe you’re biased.

As soon as you can, you’re up from your seat. You go to Pete first; give him a hug and a heartfelt congratulations. Then, when he’s distracted by another graduate asking after Goose, you slip away. You’ve successfully snuck up on Ice’s six and are seconds from giving him a congratulatory kiss when Slider moves to intercept. Time freezes for a moment, and you’re worried that Slider intends to kiss you in front of this crowd — Top Gun trophy still in the hands of the man most of his class knows you to be with. When the moment passes, however, that worry twists into deep-seated confusion.

Ice frowns. “What gives?” Because he’s never known Slider to be a cock-block.

“I’ve got orders.”

“From?” And you can see Pete smirking into his drink as Ice all but demands an answer.

“Mitchell.” You and Ice look at Slider as if he’s grown a second head. “With Mother Goose still in the hospital, he needed some help keeping the Iceman away from his baby sister.”

“And you accepted?” Ice’s jaw clenches.

“Deal’s a deal.” Ice scowls, the look wholly out of place considering the trophy still in his grasp.

“What did he offer you?” you can’t help but ask.

“Not important.” Somehow you doubt that.

The rest of the graduation party is… well, not what you’d expected or hoped for. For one, you’re still there. Every time you try to get close to Ice, either Slider or Pete gets in your way. And this is worse than Pete and Goose because Slider is intimately aware of all your evasion maneuvers — he’d helped you come up with a good number of them.

You’re positive you’re going to scream when Viper swoops in with actual orders. Jester hands envelopes to Ice, Slider, Hollywood, and Wolfman. And Pete.

Before anyone can stop you, you wrap Ice in a hug. You throw your arms around Slider next, then Pete, who can’t be mad when you’re squeezing him like this might be the last time you get to. The “be safe” you whisper into his ear means more after Goose’s accident, but you don’t have time to talk about it before they’re all whisked away.

* * *

Maverick doesn’t want to give Slider his bike when they return to Fightertown. Says he’d barely had to work for it since they’d left the graduation party early.

“A deal’s a deal, Mav,” Slider says, but it’s gentler than it would’ve been a week ago. Mav and Ice are wingmen now, so Slider’s trying to be nice. Not too nice. Not I’ll-stop-fucking-your-sister nice — and Slider supposes that’s the one that counts the most — but nice-nice.

It’s a start.

You’d received no fewer than three phone calls, so you’re not surprised to hear the motorcycle roll up to the curb. What does surprise you is Slider at your door with Pete’s keys in his hand.

“Come on,” he says as he gathers you in his arms until you can feel the solid ba-dum of his heart on your cheek. “We’re going for a ride.”

It feels strange climbing onto Pete’s Kawasaki behind Slider, but as the engine roars to life and you wrap your arms around his middle, you’re confident you’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

Slider pulls over at a roadside diner. Ice is already inside, fingers drumming against a table in the corner and Academy ring glinting in the sun when Slider holds the door open for you. He beams when he sees you and makes room beside him at the booth. It seems only fitting to sit beside him since you’d been clinging to Slider moments ago.

The three of you catch up over food and a shared milkshake. Ice and Slider tell you what they can about the mission: the tight bunks, the awful food, the budding friendship with your brother. In exchange, you give them the latest on Goose’s progress in physical therapy. It’ll be a long road to recovery, but if anyone can do it, you know it’s Goose.

When you’re ready to leave, Slider wants to take you out for a spin — after all, he’s been assured that the ladies dig a man on a bike, and he wants to test that theory.

Slider would rather swallow glass or wait in line at the DMV than admit it out loud, but Mav’s right. The warm press of you along his back, small hands clutching at his waist as the engine hums between your thighs, is something else. Ice isn’t thrilled to see him climb onto the bike with you, both sans helmet, and insists on trailing behind the bike in case something goes wrong. It won’t, but whatever makes Ice feel better, Slider supposes.

And although his tailing had started as a protective compulsion, Ice quite likes the way you look wrapped around Slider — your hair a wind-tousled mess and jacket snapping in the wind.

It’s purely coincidence when you spot Charlie’s Porsche at a stoplight; its top down and a familiar head of cropped black-brown hair behind the wheel. At first, Pete offers Slider a cheeky grin, a friendly wave, and then — out of curiosity, you’re sure — his eyes slide to the back of his bike. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face, frozen when Pete’s eyes lock on you and almost bug out of his head, his smile dropping and face ashen with sudden realization. Slider’s laughter reverberates through your chest. The light chooses that moment to turn green, and Slider takes off.

Over your shoulder, Ice honks when Pete refuses to move, a smug smile on his lips as he zips after you.

When you return to Ice and Slider’s place, you rest your cheek in the space between Slider’s shoulder blades, your own shoulders shaking as your mirth bubbles over, and soon you’re shaking from the rush of it all.

Cat’s definitely out of the bag now.

Once the door is open, Slider gets to work. By the time Ice walks in, Slider already has your back against the wall, lips taking yours in a bruising kiss as adrenaline courses through your veins. His big hands slide beneath your shirt to cup you over your bra. Damn Mav, but he’s right. And, as your fingers catch in his shirt-back and pull him closer, Slider has zero intentions of letting you go anytime soon. Not when he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Definitely not when each slide of his tongue over yours teases cute noises from the back of your throat.

Ice must be thinking something similar because he’s quick to join you. His fingers find yours tangled in Slider’s shirt to help you lift it until the RIO has to break your kiss to take the offending garment off. It’s a mistake that Ice takes full advantage of, stealing your lips in a kiss of his own.

Hands resting on your hips, Ice guides you around until he’s the one leaning against the wall. He’d wrap an arm around your waist to tug you closer, but Slider is already plastering himself to your back, so Ice settles for a deep kiss and revels in the wanton noise it earns him.

Without the sweet distraction of a kiss, Slider works your jacket down your arms and into a heap on the floor. He takes your hands in his and leads one into his hair; the other he guides down until it’s slipping under the loose hem of Ice’s shirt. Ice jolts at the skin-to-skin contact and your answering moan gets lost between the slick slide of lips and tongues. Your teeth clack against Ice’s when Slider presses his hips into yours with a sinful grind that drags his cock against the swell of your ass as he finally sucks a mark into your neck — consequences be damned. But instead of pulling him away, the hand in Slider’s hair encourages him. You tilt your head to the side and re-slot your lips against Ice’s while giving Slider more room to work a deep bruise into smooth skin.

One of Ice’s hands cradles the back of your head, his lips working insistently against yours as your hand trails fire over his abs and up to his chest. Perfect teeth catch on your bottom lip and you break apart panting, but then Ice pulls you back for more greedy kisses. His other hand grabs one of your belt loops and uses it to pull your hips away from Slider’s so they’re flush with his own.

While Ice keeps your mouth occupied, Slider’s hands return to the thin material of your bra. He’s growing more impatient with each of your whimpers, the steady roll of Ice’s hips pushing your ass back against his erection which, to Slider’s exasperation, is still trapped uncomfortably beneath the rough denim of his pants. With a barely-there nip that erupts goosebumps across your shoulders, Slider rucks your shirt up until it’s bunched beneath your arm, but Ice refuses to stop kissing you — whether because he’s a greedy bastard or because he’s skeptical that Slider will steal your lips away the way Ice had was anyone’s guess.

The sharp rip of tearing fabric wrenches your lips from Ice faster than anything else Slider could’ve thought up, your nipples pebbling as cold air assaults your heated skin. “Hey!” you scold as the fabric falls limp to the floor.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Slider promises as he unhooks your bra with deft fingers and grabs your chin to pull you in, licking at your lips before taking them in another harsh kiss. You let yourself be turned from Ice to chase the feeling of Slider’s lips claiming yours. Behind you, Ice flings your bra to the side and hastily removes his own shirt.

Slider may be driving, what with the way he has both you and Ice trapped against the wall, but Ice is far from passive. The two join forces in an all-out assault on you from both sides. Hands bumping as they knead and tease and take you apart piece by delicious piece. Teeth scraping against your collarbone. Your nipples pebbling between calloused fingers. Chests heaving. Lips smacking. The sweet friction of denim dragging over denim as you all move together. Sighs, growls, and groans lost between teeth and tongues. The mixing taste of them on your tongue as they push and pull, give and take.

You shiver, moaning into Ice’s mouth as he plays with your tits. Not to be ignored, Slider shoves a hand down the front of your jeans, two fingers working deep into your dripping cunt. Then Slider’s fingers are gone, and before you can say something in protest, you squeal as he throws you over his shoulder. “Ron!” you giggle, another excited shout leaving you as one of Slider’s hands lands playfully on your ass and he turns to bite at your hip just above the line of your jeans as he moves the party to the bedroom.

Slider throws you onto the bed, and you bounce before settling tousled among the pillows. Your thighs fall open in a wanton display, and you crook a finger to reel Slider in until he’s licking a path from your open zipper and up to nibble at your jaw until he’s stretched over you. You moan at how he fits so snugly between your legs and his chest rubs against your own.

“How do you want to do this?” Ice asks, leaning against the doorframe, his arms flexing none-too-subtly when your eyes find him over Slider’s shoulder. He’s a sight to behold — cheeks a slight, breathless pink, arms crossed beneath his chest, belt buckle weighing down the open flap of his pants to reveal more smooth skin and the tented white of his briefs. You lose sight of him when Slider turns his head.

“You can take her mouth since you’ve been hogging it all night.” Slider kisses your cheek, his dark eyes on your as he crawls back down your body. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy for days.”

Ice crosses the room with unhurried steps, long fingers caressing your jaw. “Is that what you want?” he asks, thumb tracing your full bottom lip while Slider mouths at your hip bones. The RIO’s hands slowly pull your jeans and panties down to savor the moment. You bite your lip, briefly catching Ice’s thumb before he pulls it back. A flush of heat travels through you as Slider’s eyes meet your own and he presses a final kiss to your hip bones before he ventures lower.

When you nod, Ice pulls his cock free, eyes never leaving yours as he pumps himself lazily and kicks the rest of his clothes all the way off. Opposite him, Slider grips your leg behind the knee and raises it, revealing the diamond of your cunt. You keen, fingers threading through Slider’s hair and hips jerking as his tongue drags over your core. Lightly stubbled cheeks rub against your sensitive thighs and set them aflame as Slider’s eyes blow wide, his breath fanning over your clit before he gets to work.

Not to be forgotten, Ice’s fingers return to your jaw, light but with enough pressure to turn you back to him. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs as the bed dips to accommodate him. As he rubs the head across the seam of your lips, Slider pushes his tongue against your slick folds with a groan. You’re buzzing, jaw falling open with a sweet noise, and Ice gives into the temptation to tap his cock to your tongue before pulling back and smearing saliva and precum across your cheek.

Unprompted, you take the tip between your lips, tonguing at the slit to savor Ice’s taste before trying to work more of him into your mouth. Slider watches from between your thighs as Ice lets out a low groan, his hand falling into your hair as you work his cock in and out of your mouth. All the while, Slider’s tongue continues to fuck into you, a finger coming to rub spit and arousal into your clit until you’re trembling, hips seeking out the slick press. Slider slips a finger into you alongside his tongue, reveling in the way that Ice’s cock slips from between your lips as you unabashedly moan, thoroughly distracted from your current task.

Distantly, Slider thinks that the real surprise isn’t that Hollywood and Wolf had heard you; it’s that it took them so long.

Ice brings one of your hands up to fist around his cock, his eyes glued to Slider as he continues to wring more wanton cries from you.

Slider smacks his lips. “She tastes good.”

“Yeah?” Ice’s Adam’s apple bobs.

Slider takes another lick that’s purely for show, his chin covered in your juices. “Sweetest pussy there ever was.” Ice groans as he imagines it, cock twitching as he thrusts into your fist, and Slider ducks down to suck on your clit before he asks: “Want a taste?”

“Fuck yes.”

Slider stands back and practically rips his pants off while Ice takes his place between your thighs. Ice throws your legs over his shoulders before diving in and drinking his fill. He groans as the tang of your sex explodes across his tongue, your heels digging into his back. Slurps at your dripping cunt with a fervor that makes your back arch off the bed.

“Please,” you cry.

“What do you want, sweetheart,” Slider asks, suddenly at your side and taking one of your nipples into his hot mouth.

You whine, arching up into Slider and down against Ice’s face. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Well, when you ask so pretty.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Ice soothes. He scrambles up, already running the leaking tip of his cock through your spit-slick folds. “I’ll fuck you real good.”

Slider raises a brow. “Why do you get to fuck her first?”

“Because I’m here.”

For a moment, you’re worried they’re going to break into rock, paper, scissors. Slider looks ready to get up and do something about Ice taking advantage of his generosity — he’d said Ice could have your mouth, dammit. But before he does, or you can whine for someone to hurry up and fuck you already, Ice’s hand settles on the curve of your waist, and he pushes in. You groan. Slider drops back against the bed and rolls his eyes. He shouldn’t be surprised; Ice always gets what he wants.

As the jut of Ice’s hips settle against you, Slider takes your lips in another kiss, his hands kneading at your tits. It isn’t his first choice, but Slider can be content with this — swallowing your needy moans, tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue. Making up for the time he’s lost with your mouth to Ice’s greed.

Each rock of Ice’s hips causes your tits to jump the slightest bit within Slider’s large palms and against his tongue as he sucks on a perky bud and applies gentle pressure with his teeth. Before his lips find yours again, his hand trails up your chest and applies gentle pressure to your neck. You shiver, arching into the touch. Slider loves the dazed expression, the slack ‘o’ of your spit-glazed lips when you wear his hand like a necklace, and your eyes brim with rampant desire. He dives in to leave a mark just below your jaw, reveling in the way that you dig your nails into his hair and the way your head is thrown back, and the way you must be clenching around Ice from the strained “fuck” he hears coming from the foot of the bed.

Slider lets out his own punched-out “fuck” when your hand wraps around his cock and strokes. It’s uncoordinated with the way Ice is trying to take you apart and awkward due to the angle, but that’s more than fine. Slider needs something to take the edge off, and your touch is just that. He doesn’t want to finish in your hand. Not tonight.

You bring your lips to Slider’s and let him take the lead while Ice turns his attention to your legs. He lifts one up to his shoulder, and you hum into your kiss at the stretch. Progressively sloppier kisses are pressed from your ankle up your calf. Ice’s new angle has him sinking deeper into you, but he keeps his thrusts slow, the cadence so different from the one you’d had on the beach, but one that — if kept up — he knows will have your legs shaking, back arching, nails scratching. Especially if he keeps hitting that spot.

As it is, your cunt is clenching around him with each forward shove of his hips into yours. Squeezing around him as if to keep him inside of you. Milking him.

With a curse, Ice pulls out, and you break from Slider to whine at the sudden empty feeling. Ice gropes at your hip and offers it a pat before he’s encouraging you to roll over. As you move to accommodate the change in position, Slider grabs you, and you yelp as he manhandles you onto your knees.

“Hey,” Ice says.

Slider just turns you so you’re facing Ice and enters you with a harsh snap of his hips. “My turn.” You want to chastise them, tell them to play nice, but all that comes out is a pathetic mewl. Slider’s smile is haughty. “Still so tight even after Ice fucked you,” he groans as your walls suck him in. Your jaw falls slack, and a pleasured noise tumbles free into the night. When Slider has you screaming, one of his hands fists in your hair. “Come on,” he growls. “Open that pretty little mouth for Ice.” And you do, tongue lolling out over your bottom lip as you look up from beneath thick lashes.

Every time Slider’s hips crash into yours, you’re pushed further down Ice’s cock. Your taste is heavy on his skin, an intoxicating mixture of tang and his musk. Sweet. Salty. You suck more vigorously, hollowing your cheeks as your head swims. When Ice’s hips jerk forward and his cock tickles the back of your throat, you moan long and low. The vibration pulls a shiver from Ice, his fingers whispering across your flushed cheeks and attempting to card through your hair where Slider has it pulled tight.

When Slider nails your sweet spot, you pull off of Ice. “Ah, fuck!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Slider preens, releasing your hair to smack your ass. “Want you to let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” He holds your hips still and grinds torturously into you when you don’t comply.

“God, Ron,” you gasp. “Don’t stop!”

“That’s it, baby,” Slider says. You bite your lip self-consciously, wanting to keep your pleasure from the ears of any passersby.

Ice thumbs your lip free of your teeth. Rubs over the indents left behind until you let out another pathetic whine. “Don’t hold back,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. We want to hear you. Everyone already knows.”

Slider’s hips slam forward. “Now let them all know how good you feel.”

Ice catches you as your arms give out and lifts you up until you’re clutching his shoulders. You kiss him desperately as Slider picks up the pace, the clap of skin on skin filling the bedroom. Slider buries himself in your neck to leave another bruise as you cling to Ice. Your kisses are less lips and more teeth and tongues now, but you couldn’t care less. Ice’s palms caress your sides while Slider’s hands anchor themselves on your hips to pull you back against him with each increasingly desperate thrust. The kisses Ice gives you do little to shut you up at this point, to neither man’s disappointment. You’re stuck between them. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere you’d rather be when Ice’s hand leaves your side to play with your clit, delicately circles it as Slider continues to hammer into you.

In the end, that’s what does you in, your head thrown back against Slider’s shoulder as both men work together to take you apart.

Distantly, you’re aware of Slider’s grip tightening enough to bruise, the stutter of his hips, and the garbled curses as he presses tight between your quivering thighs and cums.

Gentle fingers turn your head to the side, and Slider captures your lips in a kiss. Simple. Passionate. His tongue rolls over yours as his hands smooth over your hip bones and down your thighs. He shakes as he soaks in the closeness, your highs still crashing through you.

He pulls you with him as he half lays back against the headboard, cum dribbling from your cunt as his spent cock slips free. You melt back against his broad chest and hum as you settle against him. Slider feels warm, and you still tingle everywhere he touches you.

The bed dips as Ice crawls forward until he’s knelt between your knees, his hands planted against the duvet on either side of Slider’s thighs. “You still up for round two?” Your pussy pulses at the thought, more of Slider’s cum trailing down the crack of your ass. Ice gathers the cum on his middle and ring finger and pushes it back into you with a wet squelch. You can’t help but clench around his long fingers, back arching when one of Slider’s hands presses flat against your lower abdomen and encourages more of his pearly essence to leak out around Ice’s fingers, both of them entranced by the sight.

“Words, baby,” Slider whispers breathless and sated against your ear. “You need him to fuck you?” Ice closes his eyes and groans, his cock twitching red and heavy where it leaks against your thigh. “Need Ice to fill up that pretty pussy?”

“She’s already so full.”

“I can take it.” Your legs circle Ice’s trim waist and drag him closer still. You feel hot as you imagine him spilling within you. Being so full of Ice and Slider both that you can’t possibly keep it all inside. “I want it.”

That’s all that Ice needs to hear. He wastes no time sinking into you right up to the hilt with a sinful groan. Trembles when you cry out, soft and exquisite, your eyes already blissed out but your cunt still so wet and needy, gripping him tight as if you were the one who hadn’t cum mere minutes ago.

Each rock drives you into Slider’s chest. Not to be left out, the RIO’s arms lazily snake around to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples, his lips subdued but no less sizzling as they skim over the marks he left on you earlier.

Ice leans close, his glacial eyes dark and blown wide, lids at half-mast. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and worries at it until you gasp, releasing it with a slick pop. “Tom.” It’s not a scream like earlier, more a frantic, heady pant, your voice rough as it washes over Ice in all the right ways. It tingles low in his spine and raises goosebumps along his arms until his shoulders bunch with the feeling.

You arch up, away from Slider’s chest but into fingers clamped over your nipples as Ice’s rhythm falters. The wet clapping of your sex is loud between your ears compared to the heavy sighs and the continuous squeak of old bed springs.

Ice gulps. “You’re so sensitive.” It’s true. Every touch feels like fire. Like straight electricity. Like pleasedon’tletgodon’tstop! and Ice’s dentist won’t be pleased with how he’s clenching his jaw. Drawing in ragged breaths and grinding his teeth to make this last even the slightest bit longer. But you’re right there with him.

Slider’s calloused fingers tap against your clit, and you’re gone. A silent scream passes your lips as you pull tight like a bow and release, and Ice snaps with you.

The three of you lie together in a pile of sweaty limbs. Cum and arousal leak thickly down your thigh and onto the bed. Despite the mess, none of you are willing to move. This is the most comfortable you’ve been in weeks. Floating somewhere high above the bed. Ice is your blanket, and Slider your pillow. At least for a couple blissful minutes.

“Alright,” Slider says, nudging none too gently at Ice’s shoulder, “get off. You’re heavy.”

Instead of telling Slider to go fuck himself, Ice rolls his shoulders and peels himself off of you. He marvels at the mess they’ve made between your legs, then moves to get off the bed and start the shower.

The shower, it turns out, is a waste.

You don’t get much sleep that night.

* * *

After breakfast, Ice helps you into his car and drives you to the hospital while Slider wheels Pete’s bike to his housing assignment just a couple doors down. Ice pulls the car to a smooth stop right in front of the visitor’s entrance. He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips, then leans up to place one on your forehead. You breathe him in — spearmint, sunscreen, aftershave.

“Will we see you tonight?” You shrug, resting your forehead against Ice’s shoulder as his hand gently massages the back of your neck. “I’m just a call away if you need me to pick you up.”

“I know,” you say, giving Ice a quick peck before opening the car door and stepping out.

As you get closer to your destination, you become increasingly aware that you’re wearing yesterday’s clothes and one of Slider’s definitely-too-big-for-you shirts. But that doesn’t stop you from slipping into Goose’s room with a knock.

“Look who decided to show up.” Pete’s arms are crossed over his chest, brows furrowed in his patent big brother scowl, but Carole is smiling where she sits at her husband’s bedside, Bradley sitting on his lap. When you don’t say anything, Pete continues: “You didn’t come home last night.”

Goose turns to you, wide-eyed and head bobbing, before falling back against his stacked pillows. They must have already given him his post-PT drugs. “Wait, where were you, then?” Pete glares at his best friend; it takes a minute for Goose's drug-addled mind to catch up. “Oh.” Goose covers Bradley’s ears, then loudly whispers to his wife, “She was having sex with The Iceman.”

“Thank you, Goose,” Pete bites in frustrated exasperation while Carole giggles.

“He wouldn’t have found out if she wore the scarf I bought her,” Goose insists before turning back to you. “Did you show Carole the scarf?” Back to his wife. “It’s a great scarf, hun.” Great was a relative term. He’d bought it from a 7-Eleven.

Carole nods, Goose dopily nodding along with her. “I bet it is.”

“Can we talk about literally anything else?” Pete asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Eventually, you’ll have to accept that this is a thing, Pete,” you say. It comes out strong, but internally you’re a quivering mess. You love your brother, but you can’t live your life for him; you have to live it for yourself.

Pete sighs. “I know, it’s just… a lot.” And... yeah.

“I know,” you say. Because it is a lot, and that’s okay. It can be a lot. You just need him to be okay with it. Okay with you.

“It’s just…” Pete shakes his head. “Kerner? Really? Ice, I get, but Slider?” Your cheeks heat, but you refuse to look away even if you’re sure the floor looks incredibly interesting right about now.

“Oh my god,” Goose gasps. “Carole?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Did you know she was sleeping with Slider, too?”

Carole grins, shaking her head. “No.”

“Mav.”

Pete sighs. “What, Goose?”

“Did you know—”

“I’m the one who just told you.” You can’t help but smile at your brother’s displeasure.

“So when we were keeping her away from Ice… was she just off with Slider?”

Pete’s head whips from Goose to you, and this time you give into temptation and study the floor. “Well, we Mitchells aren’t exactly known for our good decisions, are we?” you mumble. Pete can’t help but laugh at that.

“No, we’re not.” And with that, some of the tension bleeds out of the room.

Until Goose bolts upright, almost knocking Bradley from his lap. “We’re at a hospital.” Everyone gives Goose a confused look. He’s known he’s been at the hospital since he woke up — had the doctors switched up his meds? But Goose is staring intently at you now. “Do you need to take a pregnancy test? The nurses gave me this button that I can push to bring them in and– Mav, you okay?”

Pete does not look okay. His face is ashen, eyes wide but unseeing as he slowly slides down the hospital wall.

“Goose, dear,” Carole says with a hand on her husband’s arm as she watches Pete with a careful eye, “you can press the button now.”

“Ahh yisss,” Goose slurs, hugging Bradley close and spamming the nurse-call button.

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Tailspin | Chapter 1

Maverick x Fem!Reader

Summary: The story of Pete "Maverick" Mitchell’s wild descent into love with none other than his number one rival’s girlfriend.

CW (in later chapters): love triangle, emotional infidelity

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You walk into the bar holding down your skirt as a gust of wind picks up the dust outside, tunneling in from behind. Your boyfriend gives you a smirk, holding the door open. He's dressed down tonight – not in uniform – and he looks casually sexy with his blond hair and blue eyes.

"What'll you have?" he calls, heading straight for the bar as his RIO, Ron "Slider" Kerner ushers you toward a table already overflowing with officers from their program.

"I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please!" you yell back over the noise of the bar.

"Amelia," Ron says, gesturing to the large group of men when you arrive at the table. "Meet the asshats of Fightertown, USA. Asshats, meet Amelia."

Several of the men wave, chuckling, but only one of them catches your immediate attention. He's seated at the far end of the table, looking up at you with a small smile. He brings a hand up to his mouth to conceal his smirk before looking away. He strikes up a conversation with the man to his left, calling him a "Goose" or some other kind of waterfowl, you can't quite follow the conversation from where you stand.

Ron pulls a chair out for you and you sit down just as Tom Kazansky brings you your drink.

"Thanks," you say, glancing up at him.

He aims a wide grin in your direction and collapses into the booth on top of Ron. Ron groans theatrically and Tom laughs, giving him an additional punch on the arm for good measure.

You throw them a tight-lipped smile before looking away. Your eyes land once again on the officer sitting at the very end of the table, deep in conversation with his friend. They are discussing flight maneuvers, it seems, because he is waving his arms around enthusiastically to indicate motion.

You find it hard to tear your attention away from his passionate gesticulations, especially considering how good looking he is. He's wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of aviators hang from the neck of the shirt. His dark hair falls slightly over his face and his eyes are alight with excitement.

You finally rip your gaze away, focusing on the man who begged you to join him while you were on break from your studies, despite only having dated for about a month before he was recruited into the program.

You weren't sure about Tom then, and you aren't sure about Tom now. You decided to come because even NAS Miramar is a better option than home.

You spend the evening talking to Tom and Ron, and a few of their buddies, laughing at their stupid jokes, and having a surprisingly good time.

As the night progresses and the volume of patrons decreases, you begin to catch more and more of the conversation between Whiteshirt and Waterbird – the names you've given the two men sitting across the length of the table. Why their animated exchange interests you so immensely, you can't really say, although Whiteshirt's dazzling smile could have something to do with it.

Tom continues buying you drinks, as if getting you drunk is a strategy. The two of you have yet to sleep together and you have no doubt in your mind that this inevitable next step in your relationship is exactly what he has planned for the upcoming week.

As the crowd dwindles further, the various conversations get quieter, and are sometimes interspersed with short silences during which you try desperately to look anywhere but at Whiteshirt, who's thrown several glances in your direction over the course of the evening. Only six of you remain at the table now, and the separate dialogues are starting to merge slowly. You realize, by the direction the current discussion takes, that Tom and Whiteshirt do not like each other very much.

After delivering a particularly scathing comment, Tom looks over at Ron and smirks. "Looks like I ruffled some feathers, ain't that right, Goose?" Tom grins at the two men at the end of the table.

Whiteshirt watches Tom without responding, and then his gaze shifts to you. "Careful, Iceman," he says. "You stand to lose more than just a trophy if you're playing against me."

You stare at him for a moment, before looking back at Tom, who is glancing between the two of you. Tom rises from his seat. "Your recklessness is a liability. No way in hell are you getting anywhere near that trophy. Or this one," he adds, pulling on your arm.

You stare up at him in shock. "What did you just call me?"

"Come on, we're leaving," Tom says irritably.

You blink at him, outraged that he's treating you like some possession he can lay claim to. "I'm not done my drink," you reply shortly.

Tom lets go of your arm and sits back down. He looks you in the eye, frowning. "I didn't mean it," he says. "I'm sorry. He just" – he sighs, briefly closing his eyes – "he just" –

"Ruffles your feathers?" you suggest.

You hear some laughter coming from the far end of the table but decide not to look in their direction. Tom squeezes your hand. "I'm going to step outside for a minute," he says. "Come out when you're done your drink?"

You nod, giving him a soft smile.

After Ron follows Tom out the door, Whiteshirt and Goose shift closer to where you're sitting. Whiteshirt gives you a mischievous smirk, extending his hand.

"Pete Mitchell," he introduces himself.

"He goes by "Maverick"," his friend says. "And I'm Goose."

"Amelia," you reply with a small smile.

"We know," Goose says, eyeing Maverick pointedly while the latter chuckles.

"Right," you say. "Slider introduced me."

"Right." Goose nods. "That's how."

You furrow your eyebrows but, before you could formulate a response, Maverick says, "Can I ask you a question, Amelia?"

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. "Okay."

"Do I have a shot here?"

You stare at him, astonished by his audacity. You are momentarily lost for words, disoriented by the curve of his lips as his mouth moves into a sideways grin, the tightening of his jaw as he watches you unabashedly. "I," you begin hesitantly. "I'm with Tom."

Maverick nods. "I know." His smiles widens.

Suddenly, you realize what his tactic is. You shake your head, rolling your eyes, and stand. "I'm not going to be another prize that you two idiots fight over. Leave me out of your games."

Maverick's grin disappears instantly and he rises. "No, that's not" –

"Save it." You hold up a hand. "I know your type."

Maverick bites down on his lower lip, nodding. "Okay," he says, holding your gaze. "But, just so you know, I intend to prove you wrong."

"Good luck, Lieutenant," you say coldly.

He bows his head, smirking again, and pulls the sunglasses from his shirt. He puts them on and, clapping Goose on the back, they head for the door.

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 10: Santa's coming for us

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: this one is a bit angsty, y'all. FLASHBACK CHAPTER. mentions of comma, death, wanting to give up, mention of carole's death, funeral, Rooster trying to pull Thena's papers. fluff at the end.

A/N: i managed to finish this chapter and here it is, for all of you to enjoy (been working on it for more than a week, don't think i forced my self 🤍). Italics are all events from the past.

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Years ago

It took three days for Bradley to wake up. He could hear everyone. When the nurses came in to check his constants. Whenever one of his "uncles" stood beside the bed, praying for him to not give up.

The young Bradshaw—the only Bradshaw left—was left without any reason to live. He didn't remember his father, being too young to have any clear memory left. He had lost his mother; she was like the sun, with a beautiful smile always shining until the very end. What did he have left? His father's friends, who had always looked at him with pity in their eyes? His friend, if he could still consider her so, was now lying in bed on the other side of the room. She would soon realize that he had destroyed her life, and she wouldn't want to breathe the same air as him.

He didn’t have anything to live for anymore.

And then, just as he was about to slip into the darkness that surrounded him, he heard a voice. Not any voice. The voice that cheered for him louder than the rest in the football matches. The sweet voice that wished him good luck before taking the last of his exams at high school. A voice he could replay in his mind at any time because it was the only sound he would have wanted to hear for the rest of his life if given the opportunity.

Her voice.

Y/n.

At first, he thought she was only trying to give him strength to wake up, even though the first thing he would have to face once he walked out of the hospital was a funeral. When he heard your sweet, heartfelt confession, he could almost feel your insides breaking at the thought of you losing someone you love. He knew how you felt, and if he could, he would do anything to spare you the agony. He had felt that for two years before his mom's body stopped fighting for her. The pain became like a friend, always there to greet him when he came back home from class, wishing him good night when the nightmares invaded his sleep; it was always there. And he didn't want you to feel like that.

Rooster had lost that fear, only to find another one. What if he decided to fight and live just for you to hate him in the future? Would he be able to overcome that? No, he couldn't just make you his only reason to live. That wouldn't be fair for any of you. You were his reason to fight—to survive in a world that had nothing left for him. He would need to find new reasons to live.

For hours, he considered all the possible options for his future. He should finish college first. That’s what his mother would have wanted. Maybe he could become an aviator like his dad. It was the dream that he had to leave aside to spend time with Carole. Now that she was gone, he could do it. He could become an aviator like his father and his uncles. And you would be at his side.

Yes, that looked like a good future.

For reasons that not even Bradley understood, when he woke up the next morning, he acted like nothing happened. Like Y/n didn’t confess her feelings. A part of him was afraid that she only confessed out of fear, that perhaps she wasn’t prepared yet. He could wait.

Y/n was beside him at Carole’s funeral. She couldn’t walk properly yet; she was in a wheelchair. But her hand was wrapped around his all the time. It was all the strength he needed.

Her hand on his.

“I am waiting to hear back from the Naval Academy”

That’s not the answer Bradley expected to hear when Maverick asked you what your plans were after high school. Not even a breath could be heard when you dropped that information.

“When did you apply?” Slider asked, leaving the fork on his plate.

“In May,” you said under your breath, shy due to all the sudden attention.

“Were you ever gonna tell us?” your mom questioned while getting up from her chair and walking towards you with long steps. Rooster thought for a second, judging from her body language, that she was going to slap her daughter. "What were you waiting for, Y/n? How could you decide that without me and your father?"

"My life isn't for you to decide, mom. Not anymore"

"Terry, she's right," Slider sighed, kissing your forehead and whispering, "Have you thought carefully about it?"

"Yes, dad. I want to be like you," you confessed, shiny eyes filled with emotion.

"Honey, I know that you are able to do anything you set your mind to, but…"

Rooster knew that the words following that weren't the ones you wanted to hear.

"But?"

"Maybe that's not a place for a girl," Slider stated, grabbing your hand between his. Your eyes quickly lose the emotion Bradley had previously noticed in them, as if it had never existed.

"You don't think I can make it?"

"I didn't say that"

Whatever explanation Slider planned to give died on his lips when you ran away from the house.

Bradley found himself feeling the fear that tightened around his heart. He never thought you were incapable of being an aviator. In fact, he knew that you would be an amazing one. If anything, he thought that you would be very limited in the back seat position. You were made to be in control, to be in the front seat, and to feel the adrenaline while twirling around in the sky. He could imagine your smile while doing it; you had it in your blood.

However, the fear of you having an accident just like his father and losing you forever—that was a feeling he couldn't shake off. Fear makes us do a lot of things that we shouldn't. And walking into Iceman's office to beg him to pull your papers was one of the things he shouldn’t have done.

"You want me to do what?" He repeated, wanting to make sure that he had heard Bradley asking him to betray his goddaughter.

"I can't risk losing her, Tom." Bradley begged, tears in his eyes, "it's the only thing I have left. She can’t be a backseater."

Iceman sighed, knowing that whatever his decision, he would lose one of his kids. "Bradley, I know you think you don't have anyone left but you have to look around and see all the people who love you and care fo-"

"She's like the stars." Bradley breathed, not wanting to go as far as having to confess his feelings. “Dad was the moon, and Mom was the sun. Y/n is like the stars, Tom. She lights up the dark night I’ve been living since my mom died, and I can’t lose that light. She’s always guiding me to follow the right path. Just like Polaris, always pointing to the north. She’s my Polaris.”

“Pull her papers, and you will extinguish her light, son.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“You love her” concluded Iceman, eyes staring into Bradlye’s ones, reading his soul like an open book.

“I love her. And I’m so scared to lose someone else I love, Ice,” he choked up, all his feelings coming to the surface as he allowed himself to be vulnerable for the first time in months. He tried to be brave for months, hiding his emotions and not wanting to be a burden for anyone.

Ice walked around the table to give Bradley a hug. The mask that the young man had been wearing since the funeral had fallen at last. He was just a boy who had been raised by the most loving woman he had ever met and was now learning to navigate in this world without her.

“Let me give you some advice, Bradley. If you love someone, you have to trust that they make the right choices and support them”

“Even this one?” Bradley mumbled while looking at the floor. He was too embarrassed to look at Iceman with his tear-stained face.

“Especially this one, son,” the older man claimed, patting the younger man’s shoulder. “Now, go out there and forget about pulling Y/n’s papers. If she gets accepted or no, only time will tell”

“You wanted to pull my papers?”

The voice that once brought him back to life, so filled with pain and love at the thought of losing him, was then quiet, cold, and numb. She begged him to stay with him for months only for him to betray her in this way. How could he? What made him believe that he had anything to say in the matter?

“Y/n, listen, it’s not what you think...” Bradley muttered, afraid he had lost her in the effort to hold onto the last remaining source of light in his life.

“Not what I think? There’s no other possible explanation, Bradshaw”

Bradshaw. Not Bradley. Bradshaw. His long name had never felt like an insult, but right now it felt like a bullet straight through his heart. Did she just hear the last part of the conversation?

“Y/n, please, listen to me”

"Don't ever talk to me again.”

And then she turned around and left, while Bradley fell to his knees. Iceman stood there, knowing that it didn’t matter if he tried to explain what happened in that room—Bradley really tried to pull Y/n’s papers. He thought about it, and he wanted to do it. The damage was done the second he asked for it. Only time could make you forgive him, if you ever decided to. If not, well, there wasn’t anything he could do.

Only time could tell.

“You only heard part of the conversation, Thena,” Bradley says, sitting down next to you. His hands are itching to touch you, but he knows he can’t.

“I heard Iceman saying that you needed to forget about pulling my papers, Roos”

“But you never heard why I asked him to do it” he insists. He wants you to know. If you are about to start a serious relationship, he wants all the secrets out in the open.

You move your body, facing him, your eyes hinting at both fear and curiosity at the same time. “Tell me”

“I was afraid of losing you in an accident, just like I lost my father. You wanted to be a backseater like your dad. When you’re in the back, you can’t control the aircraft; you are at someone else’s mercy. You not being in control of your own aircraft scared the shit out of me, grouchy. You were the only thing I had left,” he finally confesses, his lips pressed in a thin line, worried that his answer will make you more angry.

“I understand that you were scared, but it wasn’t your decision,” you say, sighing and moving your hand slightly in his direction.

“Iceman made me realize that. He made it clear that I could only support your decision to join the Navy.

“So you… you didn’t want to pull my papers anymore?”

"Not after hearing Ice say that. He had convinced me that when we love someone, we have to trust that they make the best decisions”

You whisper, "You never tried to explain yourself, nugget," as your hand, which had been painfully edging toward Rooster's during the conversation, now tentatively touches his.

“How could I? Was there any possible way that you would have forgiven me for what I tried to do?” he whispers back, as if this conversation was supposed to be kept a secret from the rest of the world. Nobody knows what Rooster did, everyone thinks that you two just fell apart, no longer being the two kids that gravitated towards each other.

“No, not really”

“But I was there with you, every step of the way, after I got out of college. And then we met again at Top Gun”

"And we bickered like children," you laugh, your hand now completely encircling his.

"It's what we've always done, fly girl."

You nod, slowly closing that chapter of your life. You know that deep down, a part of you will always remember that he tried to put an end to your career before it had even begun. There’s no possible way that you can forget that. You forgave him years ago, but you will never forget. It doesn’t matter that his choices were based on fear. The damage was done, and the scar was there, invisible to the human eye, but marked in your soul.

Rooster lifts your hand to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles. “Will you be able to forgive me?”

“I already did, Roos. I love you too much to stay mad at you”

“Did you say you love me?” Rooster asks, his face heating up and reddening like Rudolph’s nose.

“... I thought it was obvious”

“I m-mean it was 15 years ago, but I didn’t know you loved me now,” he stutters, suddenly feeling like a teenager in front of his crush.

“Oh, nugget, don’t go shy on me now,” you joke, poking his cheek.

“Don’t tease me!” he whines, making you laugh. “I love you too, dumbass”

You can’t understand how you’re able to laugh after Solo and his obsessive behavior, but it feels good to shake that feeling away. Tomorrow you will go to the police station and report him, putting an end to his crazy activities.

Tonight, however, you are spending quality time with the man you love.

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Flightless Bird | fourteen | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Good morning, Jose, how are we feeling today?”

“Hey Doctor Kerner,” Jose sighed, moving on the bed, “I feel like I’m going to explode.”

The woman laughed as she sat on her stool, “Welcome to the late stages of pregnancy. My husband said I was the worst.”

“I think anyone around me would agree,” Jose couldn’t help but laugh, “My emotions are bad enough without adding in the fact I’m always uncomfortable.”

“Well, let’s take a look and see what little miss up to,” Doctor Kerner replied, grabbing a pair of gloves, “Have you had any contractions that you know of?”

“Nothing consistent or powerful. Maybe one or two in the last week?” Jose replied.

“Well you aren’t dilated and I’m not seeing any signs of your body getting ready for labor,” Doctor Kerner informed Jose, “I think this little girl is okay with staying for a little while.”

“Thank god, I’m not ready for her to be out here yet.”

“Is Lieutenant Bradshaw behaving? I can have a talk with his Captain, I know him very well,” The Doctor rolled away on her stool.

“I-How did you know about Bradley?” Jose questioned.

“Off the record now, but the women on this base talk a whole lot. Bradley Bradshaw was the catch of the base, until you came along. Not to mention my husband and his old wingmen gossip like teenage girls,” Doctor Kerner laughed, “I also have a soft spot for him, my husband and I knew his parents.”

“You knew Bradley’s parents?” Jose questioned, fully sitting up now, “He doesn’t talk about them a whole lot.”

“Goose and Carole,” She smiled softly, “My husband, Ron, went to the Academy with Goose, of course he was just plain Nick Bradshaw then. Carole and I became good friends over the years. Somehow the boys managed to be at Topgun at the same time. Ron was in the air the day Goose died. It wrecked him for a while. Wrecked all of them really, especially Maverick. I think that poor man still carries that day with him.”

“So your husband was a pilot too?”

“A backseater actually, like Goose, only Ron flew with Tom Kasanzky back in the day, better known as Iceman. After Goose, all of us did our best to be there for Carole and Bradley, no matter what. We lost touch when Bradley was in high school though, my Ron and sweet Carole got sick around the same time. Ron’s been gone nearly ten years now.”

“What was his callsign?”

“Slider,” She smiled at Jose, “Moral of the story, Bradley is a good boy…or man. He’s a good man, between him and Seresin, I think you and your baby are going to be well taken care of.”

“I’m not worried about that, more worried about how spoiled she’s going to be,” Jose remarked, “But thank you for the talk, I think I needed it. Jake and Bradley want to set me up with some girls so I have more than just them and Phoenix. They said I need a mom friend too.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Doctor Kerner agreed, “That’s my full medical opinion. Now get out of here, you and baby Wilson are all clear.”

Later that night, Jose found herself in Bradley’s Bronco, headed towards his ‘Uncle’s’ place. Jose hadn’t met the great Pete Maverick Mitchell yet, but that was about to change. She was also going to officially meet his girlfriend, Penny, who owned The Hard Deck, and her daughter Ameilia. Bradley smiled as he told her about the young girl, stating that he felt very much like a big brother towards her now.

Jose couldn’t help but be nervous, and it seemed like her baby seemed to feel that too. Because the littlest Wilson wouldn’t stop moving around and kicking. Jose grunted a bit as she shifted in her seat again, hoping to get into a more comfortable position, but the baby just kept kicking and punching at her.

“Is she moving a lot?” Bradley questioned once at a stoplight.

“God,” You groaned, “She won’t stop. I’m glad she’s moving, but she genuinely won’t quit.”

He laughed a little before putting a hand on her bump. In return the baby kicked right where his hand was. He smiled and moved it over a little, only for her to do the same exact thing. Anywhere he moved his hand, she would either kick or punch it. While Bradley was having a great time with this, Jose was grunting with every movement.

“You like playing that game with Bradley, don’t you?” You groaned, poking your stomach, “Maybe do it a little bit more gently. Mama is not the best punching bag.”

“Sorry,” Bradley was quick to say, pulling his hand back, “Forgot it isn’t comfortable for you.”

But Jose just reached for his hand and put it back on her stomach, letting her smile show, “I didn’t say I didn’t like you playing around with her. Just that she needed to kick and hit a little softer. I’m glad she’s responding to you.”

Bradley looked over and couldn’t help but smile at the woman next to him. Every time he thought he knew what she was going to do or say, she kept surprising him. She handled all of his far better than anyone could’ve imagined her to. It made his chest feel almost too small for his heart. For a second, he wondered if this is what his dad felt like towards his mom. He hoped that it was true, he hoped Goose felt a fraction of what Bradley felt for Jose and her daughter.

“If you want to go at any point, just let me know,” Bradley told her as he pulled in front of a small house, “They’ll understand, I promise.”

Jose nodded, squeezing his hand before reaching for her seatbelt buckle. She wasn’t sure about meeting three new people at once, but she trusted Bradley. She knew that he wouldn’t bring her to meet people that weren’t worth knowing. She had to trust that they would be just as great as Bradley.

He led her to the front door before knocking a couple of times. A middle aged woman with dark wavy hair answered the door, automatically pulling Bradley in for a hug before turning towards Jose. Her smile was warm and inviting as she got a good look at her.

“You must be the Jose we’ve heard so much about,” Penny then hugged Jose as tightly as she could without squishing her or the baby, “It’s so good to finally meet you honey. Come on in and sit down, I remember how uncomfortable I was on my feet when I was this far along.”

Jose blushed, “It’s awful really. I have a bowling ball attached to my stomach.”

“I‘ll get you some water,” Penny offered, “Pete! Amelia! They’re here.”

A man rounded the corner. He was shorter than Jose expected for a man of his legend, but seemed more than happy to see Bradley. He hugged him, patting his back several times, before turning towards Jose.

“I’m Pete, but almost everyone calls me Maverick,” He extended a hand, “It’s good to meet you Jose. Dinner should be ready soon.”

“Alright, let me get her settled, okay?” Bradley laughed, putting a hand on Jose’s back to lead her, “The munchkin has been really active and kicking the living shit out of her. Partially my fault.”

“Of course it’s your fault,” Another voice joked from the living room.

Bradley sighed, “Jose, meet Amelia, Amelia meet Jose,” Then he shot the young girl a look, “Play nice.”

She stuck out her tongue, “I’m always nice, birdbrain.”

Jose laughed, nudging Bradley with her elbow, “Huh, Birdbrain, I like that. Fits more than Rooster.”

“Hey! Birds can be smart,” he defended himself, helping her sit down.

“Sure they are,” Amelia snorted.

Bradley glanced around before flipping the younger girl off. She only laughed and returned the favor, narrowing her eyes at him. He told Jose that he was going to help Maverick with dinner, before disappearing out of the back door in search of the older man.

This left Jose alone with Amelia. The younger girl eyed her carefully, looking her up and down. Amelia leaned back into the sofa, stretching her arms out along the back with a sigh.

“So, you’re having a baby?”

“Uh,” Jose looked down at her stomach, almost wanting to laugh, “Yeah, a girl. She could come any day, really. But the plan is to keep her cooking a little while longer. At least another month.”

“I’ll babysit,” Amelia shrugged, “You know, if you need anyone. I’m good with kids. I babysit some of the little baby base rats.”

Jose smiled, “I’d like that. As long as your mom is okay with it.”

“I would love it,” Penny spoke up, “In fact, I insist that you let us watch after that baby every now and again. Seeing as you’re apart of this family now, whether you like it or not.”

Jose smiled. When was the last time that she really felt like she was a part of a family? Her mom sure as hell didn’t give her much of a family feel, not since it was just them and her mom was hardly there for her. Mrs. Seresin tried her best, but the relationship with her husband and some of the daughters made things difficult. Michael was her family once, but then he turned on her.

“I like that,” Jose admitted, “I don’t have much in the way of a family.”

Penny smiled almost sadly, “Well, you do now. And you’re welcome here anytime, with or without Bradley.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” Jose replied honestly.

“And if you ever need any help with the baby, you can call me anytime. It’s been a while since I had Amelia,” Penny told her, “But I still remember a thing or two. It helps to have someone who’s been through it all before.”

Jose nodded, “I’ve been told. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your offer. I’ll take you up on it, I’m sure.”

“Good,” Penny smiled, “Now, let’s go eat. The boys should be finished with dinner.”

And just like that, Jose had more of a family than she ever had. Four people, aside from Jake, who genuinely seemed to care about her. SIx people, including Jake and Natasha, who genuinely wanted the best for her and her baby. And her baby. Her sweet little girl who would be joining the world sooner rather than later. Her daughter, all hers, hers to love and cherish, hers to protect. Though she was scared to death, Jose couldn’t wait to meet her.

She couldn’t wait to see what she would be like. What color her eyes and hair would be. Would she have dimples? Or freckles? Even if she looked like Michael, Jose would love her endlessly. Jose simply just couldn’t wait to meet and hold her little girl. And she certainly couldn’t wait to introduce her to her new little family.

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 10 months

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He Didn't Have to Be

A Ron 'Slider' Kerner Imagine (Companion Piece to I Wanted to Be)

Description: Jake Seresin's always know two things: 1. How much his mama loves him and 2. How much he loves her. So it's no wonder that any man he meets that his mama is dating doesn't pass the bar. Except one. His Uncle Danny's wingman, a man he knows as Uncle Ron or Uncle Sly.

Warnings: Dead-beat dad, Mentioned Pregnancy, Mentioned Childbirth, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 3021

A/N: This is the companion piece to my Ron 'Slider' Kerner piece I Wanted to Be, written by popular demand. In this one we see Jake's perspective on the events of his childhood.

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

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Jake's always known that things could have been very different. A lot of it has to do with how he's been raised. Rebecca Seresin née Petersen is the best mama a boy could ever ask for. For as long as he can remember it's been him and his mom against the world. His mom doesn't have any other family, not really, anyways. Jake knows his mom loves him, knows that she would do anything for him. But he’s never quite known if she’s actually happy. The only time he sees her smile is in the old scrapbooks filled with pictures of his mom as a kid. It’s something he wonders every time his mom leaves him in the care of old Mrs. Thompson at the ranch next door and drives away in her best dress. Will Mama finally be happy again if this date goes well? His wishes and hopes don't work though. Mama always looks sadder when she comes to pick him up than when she left.

My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet someone

Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run

The only time Mama doesn't look sad is when she's baking. She makes packages once a month that she fills with cookies and cakes and pictures. The weekends when Mama bakes all of the goodies is always Jake's favorite. The kitchen's always bright and clean and it smells so good. Mama always has the record player on and on those early mornings are some of his favorites. If only because Jake gets to help stir and lick the spoon. Once everything has been cooled and packed up, they get into Mama's truck and make the drive into Austin to drop the package in the mailbox. It’s Jake’s favorite part of the week because everything seems so filled with possibilities when there’s something sweet in his tummy.

Jake’s two months shy of his fifth birthday when an old friend of his Uncle Daniel's drops by. He’s about a million miles tall and intercepts Jake just as he’s running out to play with the new goat kids in the barn. Mama had tried to wrestle him into a new shirt for the visit, but like all precocious little boys, he'd wriggled right out of the constricting stiff garment and run right out the front door. Of course before he could get very far, he’s being hefted up into the sky and looking into a face he half remembers his mama showing him the pictures of. She had told him in her pretty soft voice, “This, baby, is your Uncle Daniel and this was his best friend, your Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron’s nickname is Slider. Can you say that for me, baby?”

Jake’s soon being turned upside down and it’s the most fun he’s ever had. He barely notices how the older man introduces himself, at least until he’s being set on his feet in the kitchen to see his mama smiling at this man. He can’t resist hugging his mama’s legs, piping out in a break in the conversation, “Mama, Uncle Sly's here!” Jake still remembers how he spent the rest of the weekend trailing Uncle Sly around on the ranch, following the older man as he completed repairs and helped around. He’d been given his first cowboy hat that weekend, from Uncle Sly. It has to be one of the best weekends of his entire life.

I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old

He took my mom out to a movie and for once I got to go

The smile on his mama’s face? Jake doesn’t see it again for a long, long time.

He’s fifteen years old when he realizes that Mama doesn’t go out on dates anymore. Jake’s used to being mostly alone in the house, making peanut butter sandwiches for snack and doing his homework by himself. Mama’s usually out in the fields, working the cattle. She still smiles big and hugs Jake when she gets home though, wrapping him in her gardenia scented embrace and praising him for finishing his work. He feels bad for playing football most days, feels bad for Mama when she pulls overtime out on the ranch, feels worse when she stays up late over the dining room table looking over the bills. That terrible feeling sticks around when they start getting letters at the house. Letters from somebody claiming to be his dad. Jake staggers up the driveway one afternoon to a strange car in the drive and yelling coming from the house.

“Damnit, Brian!” Mama’s roaring at him. “You can’t come back here after all of these years and beg me to give you money. I divorced you. You owe me money. Our son is fifteen and the best thing in my life. Every penny I make is for him and only him.”

“Yeah…” The voice that slurs and sneers out the words makes Jake feel sick. “Our son, right? Where is the little brat? Would love ‘ta meet him one of these days. See if he’s actually like his ole man. Or if he’s like his slut of a ma.”

That’s when Jake’s legs give out. He’s still sitting on the porch in his dirt and sweat encrusted football gear when a truck pulls into the driveway. Heart in his throat, Jake stands up, running when he sees Uncle Slider stepping out of the cab.

"Uncle Sly." Jake sounds young, young and scared today, not anything like his affected gruff tone to impress girls at school.

"What is it, kid?" Jake knows that everything will be alright so long as Uncle Slider is here. "Where's your mom, kid?'

"She's in there, Uncle Sly, in the kitchen. With a man who's claiming to be my dad." His voice is quiet, unsure. All Jake wants is his mama. Uncle Sly’s jaw clenches and anger burns bright in his eyes as he whirls around and marches right into the kitchen. Jake follows behind him, a part of him aching to grab onto the tails of the flannel shirt Uncle Sly is wearing like he used to when he was a kid.

"Brian." Mama sags like a marionette with its strings cut at Uncle Sly’s voice. So this is his dad. Brian Seresin. The boogey-man come to life. The monster. It’s obvious Jake is his son. The same nose sits on his face and the same blonde hair sits on his head. But while Jake is young, lithe and muscular from hours of football and tanned from the sun, Brian Seresin is greasy and stinking of liquor.

"What are you doing back in Cistern?" Uncle Sly’s voice is a barely held back roar as he looms protectively in front of Jake. Uncle Sly pulls Mama behind his back and Jake is quick to wrap his arms around her. Was Mama always so thin? So frail? When did Jake become as tall as she is?

"Wanted my woman back, Kerner. And my kid." Jake can’t hide his disgust as Brian sniffs, wiping away snot on his mud streaked pants. "S'not fair, y'know? That you got to keep her and the brat while I was off. D'she treat y'well? She's great in bed, ain't she?"

His dad’s words fill Jake with an impotent rage. But he can’t do anything. Not with Mama clutching at him like she’ll lose him if she lets go. Jake’s not sure what Uncle Sly says to his dad, because all of a sudden he begins to spit out why he wants the money he’d been asking Mama for. Uncle Sly lets the disgusting man spit poison words into the kitchen and then finally speaks.

"Call Sheriff Weatherby, Becks." Jake’s never heard his Uncle Sly so cold, so angry as he continues. "We've got an intruder on Seresin Ranch."

No matter what he does, Mama doesn’t move. It's Jake who picks up the landline and dials up Sheriff Weatherby. Jake and Uncle Sly stick by Mama the whole time the police are asking questions, propping her up. But after all the drama died down, when Mama is fitfully asleep in her bed, Jake’s thoughts still reel. He can’t believe that a part of him came from that! When the thoughts and questions get too loud, Jake retreats outside, to the swing Uncle Sly had set up a couple of years ago. It’s an old tire swing and Jake slumps into it staring up at the endless expanse of the stars.

He’s been feeling weird for a while. He knows it’s not just puberty. Something is eating at him, and he’s not sure why. All of the teachers at school have been pestering on and on about whether he’s decided what he wants to do with his life when he grows up. Honestly, since he was little, Jake’s only ever wanted to do one thing. He’s grown up listening to tales of the sky. But will Mama ever let him fly? Can Mama take the risk of losing him like she lost Uncle Daniel? The soft rustling sound of footsteps in the tall grass is what has his head lifting up. It’s Uncle Slider, of course it is. The minute he’s in earshot, the words are spilling out, whether Jake wants them to or not.

"So, that's him, huh? My pops, the man who walked out before I was even born?" He can’t help how his voice cracks as the unfiltered rage pours out of him with each word.

"Yeah, kid." Uncle Sly is angry too. His jaw is still clenched, jaw harsh in the moonlight.

"Why did he come back? Why didn't he just stay away?" The first touch of his hand against his shoulder has Jake sagging against him.

"I dunno, kid. I wish he had never come back. Your Mama isn't the type to cry. But every time I've heard her cry it has been because of that man." Uncle Sly’s hands are shaking as the fingers on his other hand flex with the pent up aggression still in his system. Jake doesn’t know how to respond, content to sit there for several long moments. They’re safe. He’s safe. Jake’s not sure what he would’ve done if Uncle Sly hadn’t driven up that afternoon.

"Why didn't you ever marry Mama, Uncle Sly? You love her, I know you do. Then you can come home to us more often, can't you?" He’s scared to ask that question. But the little kid in him, the young boy who’d wished for a dad every Christmas for years before giving up? That kid needs to know.

"I dunno kid. But enough about me.” Uncle Sly sounds scared or worried. “What's eating at you?"

Jake breathes in deep, trying to find the words. "I want to fly, Uncle Sly. Like you do, like Uncle Daniel did." He stares imploringly up into his uncle’s eyes. Jake doesn’t know what he’s searching for, not really. An ally? A sympathetic ear? Support? He doesn’t know. "D-d'you think I can do it?"

"It's dangerous, kid. But yeah. If there was anyone who could do it, it'd be you. You’ve got your mom’s determination and all of her support, too. Just don’t forget that you’ve got people who love you waiting for you, and you’ll be all set." Uncle Slider’s words fill him with purpose. If there is anything, anyone Jake resolves to be like, it’s his Uncle Sly. And if after he graduates and joins the Naval Academy he uses the distance to push his mom and uncle together, well that’s a secret he’ll take to his grave.

A few months later, I remember lying there in bed

I overheard him pop the question and I prayed that she'd say yes

It’s his first Christmas home when things change. Jake had staggered downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water and that’s when he saw Uncle Slider drop to one knee and ask his Mama to marry him.

And then, all of a sudden, oh it seemed so strange to me

How we went from something's missing to a family

Looking back, all I can say about all the things he did for me

Is, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be

Mama and Pops are standing proudly in the stands, Pops dressed to the nines in his own Vice-Admiral dress whites the day Jake gets his wings a few years later. Mama’s crying, curled up under Pop’s arm and Jake literally shines with pride when he wraps her in his arms when he runs to meet his family after the ceremony. Jake is soon absorbed in all it means to be an active duty Naval Aviator. Deployment after deployment at first, then Top Gun. He gets first, of course, pumping the plaque in the air in his pop’s direction. It feels good, seeing his name under his dad’s twenty years later. Some time between Top Gun the first and second times, Jake lives up to his callsign and rakes in his first air to air kill.

That’s when things start to feel truly surreal. The medals are all fine and good, almost familiar in a sense. It’s the blood on his hands that Jake can’t shake. His reputation precedes him nowadays. Everybody gathers around to cheer on the only active duty Naval Aviator to get an air-to-air. But it tortures him. When he can’t sleep at night, he calls his dad. Sitting on the floor in his pajamas Jake pours his heart out to the only person he trusts to steer him on his way. It’s not the first heart to heart he’s had with his dad in the middle of the night. Nor is it the last.

During the special detachment he wishes he could have his parents near. Even though the three weeks are rife with tension and pain, both. Attending Iceman, the legendary Iceman’s funeral, hurts. Jake hates it. He hates it even more when he sees his dad standing there in dress whites next to Mav and the others in the class of ‘86. The most recent heart to heart happens sitting in the kitchen of the house Ron and Rebecca Kerner had rented before their only child jetted off on the most perilous mission of his career.

“You can do it, kid.” Pop’s voice sounds tired, old and very scared. “You’re a Seresin, kid. But more importantly, you’re a Kerner. You are coming home. Whether you get selected or not, doesn’t matter. There are always things you can do to improve. But the important thing is that you’re coming home.”

“We love you, kid. Remember that. Remember that your Uncle Daniel is watching over you and you’ll fly like you were born to.”

Those are the words Jake carries with him the entire long slog away from home. He isn’t chosen, and he thinks he knows why. But when he’s sitting in his jet, Dagger Spare, standing by, his heart is in his throat. He’s seen the pictures. He knows Mav was in his dad’s Top Gun class. Mav’s a living legend. There is no way he goes down like this. He gets on comms over and over again. Begging and pleading to be allowed to help, to provide cover. Each rejection feels like a stab in the back. Jake may not like Rooster much, if at all, but that’s his wingman. He has to at least try. It’s what his dad would do. What his Uncle Daniel did.

So when Rooster’s ESAT goes off again, and moving at supersonic speeds, Jake is launching - against orders, and without help. He’s off the carrier deck before Admiral Simpson can even finish barking his orders for Jake to stay put, a desperate plea to save Rooster and Mav pouring off his tongue before he can even think. It’s days later, when the carrier pulls into the docks that Jake finally breathes. He’s home. He can see Pops looming over the crowd and is running for them before he can even think, before he can even catalog the surprised exclamations of his squadron as he books it. Jake feels like a kid again, swept up in his mom’s arms, feeling like an amalgam of four and twelve and eighteen all over again, too old and at the same time too young to ever be away from his Mama’s arms.

She’s shaking, crying tears against the shoulder of his crisp khakis, tears of joy, of relief, tears thanking every power that be, that her baby came home. When Jake pulls away, keeping his Mom close, the other aviators are looking at him in shock. He introduces his mom, first, kissing the crown of her head as she smiles blearily at the assembled crew.

“And this is my pop, Admiral Kerner.” Jake’s grinning, open and wide, a little shit-eating but more joyful as he takes in the others’ faces.

“Hey, kid.” Jake grins fondly at his old man, hugging the older man tight.

“Baby Goose. Mav.” Pop’s looking right at Mav and Rooster. Mav’s grinning openly at Pops, but Rooster is dumbfounded.

“Close your mouth, Roo.” Jake can’t help his shit-eating grin. “You’re not the only legacy in these parts.”

Before Jake can take it any further Mama’s on him, checking on his hands, and fawning over him. Jake can’t even pretend to be embarrassed. He’s missed this. Partway through the thorough examination his mom is putting him through, Jake turns to look at his dad and Mav. He can’t help but feel thankful. Of all the men he could have ended up emulating in his life, he’s glad it was Ron Kerner.

And looking back, all I can say about all the things he did for me

Is, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be

Yeah, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be

Because he didn't have to be

You know he didn't have to be

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bayisdying · 1 year

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Imagine being Slider's daughter (and Rooster's forgotten best friend)

TW: This imagine does mention Goose's death, cemeteries, headstones, funerals, etc.

Ron Kerner is a tough guy, okay? Slider doesn't cry. Not even a sniffle when his little girl is placed in his hands for the first time.

He misses alot of your milestones (first steps, etc) but your mom does a good job capturing the moments and putting them in your baby book for him to go through later.

He did however hear your first word, him and Ice were getting off the plane when he heard a sqeaul and a little voice calling out for "Dada"

No Ice he did not cry, he teared up, there's a difference.

When he gets into Top Gun, he is so happy but he knows it means leaving you behind again. You're only 4, but you've already been without him longer than most kids should ever be.

So when they let families come to visit? He flies you and your momma out to see him.

He literally is so happy to have his girls back with him. Again Ice, he's not crying. Slider doesn't cry. Shut up its allergies.

You love your Uncle Ice, and he loves you right back Little One.

Your Dad introduces you to a man named Goose, and you love him instantly. With his funny mustache,loud laugh, and piano skills.

Goose has a son who is only a few months older than you are and you two become attached at the hip.

Your best friend that summer is that sandy haired boy named Bradley Bradshaw. But you called him BradBrad and he was your everything that summer before your lives changed.

So many days in the sunshine, building sandcastles, wading into the vast ocean, and eating popsicles by the dozen together.

Literally went everywhere together. You hung out with your Dad's and the other pilots. You stick by Uncle Ice but you also like the guy they say is named Maverick.

The two of you are so cute, all the pilots love you two so much.

You remember July 29th 1986 for the rest of your life because of how broken you father becomes after Goose's death

You go to the funeral and hold your BradBrad's hand throughout the service.

Then you both leave the place where everything happened and don't see each other again until 5 years later.

Your Dad, Uncle Ice, and you go to Goose's grave every year. You try to get there early so your trio is gone before the real family shows up to mourn the man named Goose.

But on the 5 year anniversary you are met with the sweet woman Carole, and her son. Who is now taller than you, his hair a little darker, but the same kind eyes you saw in your dreams.

It was your BradBrad.

Carole comments how much you've grown since that summer, and reminds Bradley who you are.

You all go to a diner near the cemetery and catch up on the last 5 years. You decide that BradBrad is still the coolest person you know. He wants to be a pilot like his dad, and you happily agree with that plan.

Your Dad and Carole immediately shoot down that conversation.

It will be another 8 years and another funeral before you see him again. His mother's funeral.

You're both 17 now, right on the cusp between childhood and adulthood.

He's definitely taller now, his hair getting darker but still showing signs of the sandy hair he had when he was 4 years old, but those brown eyes were still the same.

You two make eye contact, but no words are said. You'd lost your own Momma a few years before, and still had no idea what to say to the broken boy standing there thanking guests for coming.

You didn't think you'd ever see the boy from your childhood ever again after that. Your last ties from that summer are pretty much gone.

You give your Dad a heart attack when you follow in his very large footsteps and join the Navy.

He is proud, don't get him wrong, but he wanted you to be literally anything else.

And once again, Ron Kerner did not cry. That wouldn't be very strong arms, great abs, himbo of him.

Your callsign is "Strike" because you're as fast as a lightning strike. You love that it's so similar to your Dad's.

When they call back the best of the best? Damn right you're one of them.

You make your way back to the place where it all happened all those years ago.

Walking into the Hard Deck you make a perch at the bar scoping out who else would be called back.

You see Hangman and Coyote playing darts in the back and have to smile because of course Coyote hasn't learned not to challenge him.

You watch as Phoenix walk in with two men who you don't recognize.

What you don't realize? A man in a leather jacket stealing looks at you, remembering you as the kid that he's watched grow up in the pictures in Ice's office.

Then the air completely changes when a man walks in with aviators on and a Hawaiian shirt on.

Your heart stops because for a second you are four years old again, and your Dad is introducing you to Goose.

You collect your thoughts and join the group.

"Well well Strike is here."

"In the flesh Bagman."

"I don't think we've met before, I'm Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw."

God if that didn't hurt you a little.

"Rooster this is Y/N "Strike" Kerner." Phoenix speaks for you. Hugging you close. You love the girl like a sister.

You don't see the look on his face, like he is trying to rack his brain.

You are a little shocked the next day when Maverick is announced as your teacher.

You hadn't seen the man in years but you knew your Uncle Ice still trusted him. So you trusted him

Until he started his bullshit and now you're wondering if Uncle Ice is getting senile in his old age. (And you may or many not text Aunt Sarah to make sure he's okay)

You put up a good showing but get shot down when you go up for the first time with Payback and Fanboy, who you've never worked with before but enjoyed.

You even help Hondo count their push-ups, because you're the one who warned them not to make a bet like that with Maverick.

"Lt. Kerner?"

"Yes Maverick?"

"You probably don't remember me much but.."

"I remember you Mav."

The older man looks stunned, but he wishes you luck on your next run.

You almost complete the course until Phoenix and Bob hit a curve too sharp and "crash" into the side of a mountain.

You're about to return to base when the bird strike happens. You watch they as spiral towards earth and eject when nothing else works.

You rush to the medical bay and breathe a sigh of relief when they are fine.

Meanwhile...

Maverick and Bradley are having their little fight and Maverick brings you up.

"What does Strike have to do with this?"

"Haven't you realized who she is?"

*cue confused Bradley*

Maverick pulls a picture out of his flight suit pocket. It's worn and torn. But there's a little Bradley on his dad's shoulder and a little girl on another man's shoulders. A little girl who looks strikingly like you (haha great pun Bay, you're welcome)

"Strike was the girl?"

"The girl who stuck by you that whole summer. Yeah that's her."

*cue confused Bradley again*

Bradley confronts you, and you two have a heart to heart.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bring up bad memories."

"They weren't all bad that summer. You were there."

You accidentally call him BradBrad, and he laughs so hard.

"I'd forgotten about that!"

You're the only one allowed to call him that, Hangman tries once. ONCE.

So many hours just catching up and falling easily back into the friendship from many, many summers ago.

You find yourself slowly falling for him, but you're just happy to have him back in your life so you push away those feelings.

(Uncle Ice lives in this imagine because writing his funeral again is gonna wreck me soooo)

You're a Dagger Spare with Hangman. Just chilling on the tarmac hoping you don't have to go save any of your team.

Then Maverick goes down and you have to stop the scream that sits in your lungs. Uncle Ice will be devastated.

Then Bradley goes after him?

You let that scream out. You just got your best friend back you couldn't lose the boy with sandy hair and those eyes you had known and loved since you were 4 years old.

You and Hangman go save them in their bag of ass plane (thanks BradBrad)

When you land?

You forget where you are and pull Rooster in for a kiss many years in the making.

Maverick then shows you two a picture from 1986, you're kissing little Bradley's cheek. You both laugh at the little image

"I think we were meant to be Strike."

"I sure hope so BradBrad."

And no Ron Kerner does not cry when he walks you down the aisle to the man who looks so much like Goose it hurts

Ron Kerner may not have cried but he prayed that Goose and Carole were somewhere watching.

And also wondered if Goose found it as hilarious as he did that those two little kids in 1986 are now two grown up naval aviators in love.

God I love Slider so much, writing this was so fun.

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shelfwar · 1 year

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Warnings: self-harm, panic/ anxiety attacks, hurtful thoughts, FLUFF 18+

Slider X Reader ●Love you to bits●

Emptiness is all you felt as the sun started to shine through the room for a very uneventful day for you, that is. Suddenly you felt a arm around your waist grow tighter as he pulled you to him slowly, with a slight groan he let out. "Your up early." He said huskily with sigh. "I know, did I wake you?" "No, my alarms gonna go off here in a bit." "Mm"

"You okay?" You could feel Slider prop his head up with his elbow staring down at you, like you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. But you didn't see the things he saw that absolutely adored him, all you saw was a shy girl who hates herself and life in general.

Growing up you didn't have much friends or family to lean on, so you kept to yourself cause you didn't want to make a big deal out of your personal problems. Which lead you to have depression and its best friend anxiety, they controlled your life until you met Slider.

Slider was determined to talk to you that night that you met, but being a stubborn shy person you shut him out. That was until he realized it would take some time to get to know you, or you should say warm up to talking.

"Hi, can I sit here miss?" You looked over at a man that was tall and very handsome to say the least. He sported the usual white navy shirt with pants along with a class ring.

"Uh, sure." The man sat down on the bar stool next to you as you fiddled with your fingers.

"I'm Ron Kerner, I'm a student at top gun." He said as he gazed your way, waiting for an answer. " I'm y/n, I'm a vet tech." You let out a small giggle. "Well, nice to meet you y/n. Say can I buy you a drink." You nodded your head as he called for the bartenders attention. "What can I get cha?" "I'll take a rum and coke" "Sure, and miss what would you like?" "Uh, could I have the same thing?" "Sure two rum and cokes coming up."

"You don't seem like a rum and coke kinda gal?" "Surprise. I guess" You both let out a chuckle.

After that night the same thing happened almost every Saturday night, soon turning into normal conversations like you trusted him enough to call him your friend. But one night he didn't show, which frightened you cause you thought you did something wrong. So the what ifs came bubbling into your thoughts clouding everything around you, that was until you felt his hand on your shoulder.

With a jump, you slowly looked over and saw him still in his flight suit, helmet and all. "Sorry, I was late. We just got back from a mission." "It's ok, I was worried." You softly said as you looked away. "Hey, I'm here, I'm alive." "Don't say that." "It's all part of the job darling."

That night he saw the anxiety that you tried to hide, and he sorta thought it was adorable that you cared about him.

"You sure?" You rolled over so that you could face him and nodded. "I'm fine really." He looked down at you and kissed your forehead with a sigh. "Okay. I love you, you know that right?" "Yes Slider, I know." You gave him a small smile, as you snuggled up into his chest. That was the the fakest fucking smile you've ever done since meeting him, and he bought it.

Slider cradled your body against his relishing the moment, never wanting it to end. His alarm started making noises as he groaned and smacked it with a thud. "Well, I better get ready." "Okay." He leaned down and captured your lips with his, as small smacking noises were heard from each other's lips.

"Slider let's go, we're gonna be late!" He broke the kiss and smiled. "I love you." "I love you, to." "Have a good day." "I will, stay safe." "You know it darlin." Slider got up from bed and grabbed his clothes before leaving the room.

Once you knew the house was vacant, you got up and walked to the kitchen. Grabbing the phone you dialed your works phone number and explained to them that you weren't feeling to hot. They wished you well and hung up. After that was done the water works started flowing from your eyes as you fell to the ground holding yourself, to have some sort of comfort.

You then started to hyperventilate, great a good ol panic attack. You started to ground yourself with your scenes. 1) Smell, you smell Sliders cologne. 2) Taste, you taste your bad breath. 3) Feel, you ran your fingers across the linoleum floor. 4) Hear, the birds chirping. 5)Sight, you saw your work shoes. You took a deep breath and slowly got up and headed to your room. From there you dug out some sport shorts along with a light t-shirt along with your underwear and bra. You walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower making sure it was warm enough for you, whilst taking off your clothes

Once you stepped inside you slid down to the ground and sobbed. Why did Slider choose you out of every girl he has ever met. Why did he like your body, does he hate it? Oh god what about my mental health, or when shark week happens. You didn't deserve you, he's been playing this whole relationship like a game, yeah everything was fake!

You remembered when you had your first panic attack in front of Slider. It was the day before he left to go on the aircraft carrier. You sat on the bathroom floor sobbing, in the middle of the night hoping he wouldn't hear your cries, but he did.

"Baby? Is everything okay?" "Ye-ye-yes. Everything's okay." "It doesn't sound like it." You heard the doorknob shake as the creak of the door sounded. You could feel his presence as he walked down over to you. "Y/n, talk to me." "Ron, I'm fine." "Well, clearly your not. Please talk to me." You opened your eyes to see him crisscrossed in front of you with a worried expression.

"I'm worried." "Bout what?" "I dunno, what-what if you don't back." "Love I'll always come back." "Slider." Slider reached for you as you crawled onto his lap, as he cradled you. "I know, the job is dangerous but I wanna do what's best for us and the country." "I know, I know. I'm just over thinking things." You hiccuped as it became harder to breath.. "It's okay, I know you worry about me all the time. Breathe baby, thats it. You followedhis instruction. " "Slider, I'm sorry." "Hey, there's no reason to be sorry." He made you look up at him holding your cheeks in his hands, while whipping the tears away.

"I think I love you." You whispered. "Say that again?" "I said I think I love you." Slider gave you a big grin as he hugged you.

Inside your brain there is a harsh battle occurring, Slider loves me, he cares for me, he's my soulmate. Slider hates you, you mean nothing to him, your just there. "STOP!" You screeched as you gripped the roots of your hair, relishing the pain that grew. No, you can't hurt yourself, just move on.

Your hands shakily removed themselves from your head as you got up and turned off the shower. "Shower didn't work." You sighed as you put back on your clothes and headed to your room. When you arrived you started searching for the last and only resort; a weighted blanket. When you found it you heaved it onto the bed were you then got underneath the covers, whist covering yourself up with the heavy blanket. "Ahhh, much better." You nuzzled your nose into Sliders pillow in hopes of keeping you at bay, in which it did. The world around you started to get hazy as you started to fall asleep.

After a long day of training and flying Slider just wanted to get home to see you, but against his will the group of pilots went out to have a couple of drinks. He knew something was off with you this morning, you didn't say goodbye to him and Iceman, you didn't get ready for work. Yeah something was definitely off with you.

"Hey, guys I wanna head back home." "Aw come on man the night is still young!" Hollywood said as he clapped Sliders back. "Yeah, come on Slider." "Maverick don't challenge him." Goose said to his best friend. "Yeah, don't challenge me." Slider took a shot before paying his tab and leaving the stuffy bar.

When he arrived at the house, he noticed that all the lights were off, indicating that A) you were home or B) you were still at work. So he climbed up the stairs and unlocked the doors to hear a soft cry coming from your bedroom.

Again another panic attack plagued slumber, worse then all you've had. You shot up in bed gripping the bed sheets beneath you, for dear life as you started to hyperventilate hard.

Footsteps bounded down the corridor, when you looked up you saw a blurry Slider. "Y/n?" Your cries grew louder, as he approached your shaking body next to you.

By now Slider didn't know what to do, he's never ever seen you this upset, the hyperventilating grew harder as you now clawed at your skin. "Hey, stop." You felt his hands ingulf your sweaty hands. Slider tried to think of things to help you, but things just didn't click. "I- cant- can't breathe." You sobbed.

Instinctively he picked you up and cradled you. "Breathe, please take a deep breath in and out." You listened to him as your breathing slowly went back to normal. "Easy, love, easy. I've got you, your okay. I promise." "I-" "It's okay, don't be sorry love."

After about an hour of him calming you down he kissed your forehead. "You scared me." He whispered into your forehead. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." "It's okay." "Ron." "Yeah?" He looked down at your tear stained cheeks, in which he fell more in love with you. "Do you love me?" "Of course I love you?"

"Bad thoughts were loud today." "I could tell." He started to rub your cheek ever so softly, as you melted into his touch. "One of the worst anxiety attacks I've had." You swallowed your tears. "Thank you." "For what love?" "Seeing past my flaws." "What flaws love? I don't see any." "Sure." "What I see is a beautiful women, that is strong and to good for me." "Really?"

"Yeah, really. You are a strong women. I mean you have your battles everyday. That's strong." You smiled as you sat up in his lap. "You okay?" You nodded as you held onto him. "Just need you." "Okay. Lemme get changed." "Okay." Slider gave you a quick peck on the cheek before getting and sheding everything but his boxers.

You started to get comfortable under the warm covers as you felt his body slide up behind you, whilst wrapping his arms around you. You let out a sigh in content as started to relax. "Sleep tight love." "Mm, you to." He kissed your neck before settling in for the night.

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Thick Gloves and Bloody Mouth Pieces

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Dick Rick (bad trainer), Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven

Warnings: Dramatic (I don’t know where any of the theatrics came from but I’m rolling with the punches), Rick the trainer is a dick (maybe not so much here but in my mind, he is), Tom and others tease reader, reader and Leonard are adorable idiots

Word Count: 2,894

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You know you shouldn’t be here right now, not when you should be at home getting for- you don’t even want to think about the date right now.

Especially not when Leonard looks so cute in his non-official uniform, a jacket that has a zipper and gym shorts or as you like to call them basketball shorts (followed by innocent teasing from Leonard and Ron mostly, although the latter takes it further by making jokes about you two getting together which somehow manage to go over the former’s head).

Your eyes wander around the room, checking on the others, making sure no one needs anything like water or a first aide care. There have been too many times when that’s happened plus, you’re the only one who can even do a proper stitch.

You inwardly groan at the sight of Dick Rick.

Sometimes you wonder why he couldn’t have been named something else because you guys already have a Rick and he has a much cooler nickname, Hollywood (not given to him by you, thank God he’ll always say during his interviews).

You pretend like you don’t see him and let him sit near you.

Even knowing he’s sitting there beside you pisses you off, good thing no one likes him. Honestly, the only reason he got the job was because he has the qualifications… and his uncle is the one in charge of this whole thing, but everyone can admit that he genuinely does have what it takes to be here and that’s ALL you give him credit for.

The new fighters always wonder what he did to make you hate him so much and then they hear him open his mouth and some understand while others join in.

Now, usually you’d have one of the guys sitting with you (more like babysitting you) but today, no one could because they have a fight they need to train for.

You’re on the edge of your seat watching as Leonard practices, always giving everything, he’s got no matter what. “Kill ‘em!”

“Ease up on the coaching there.” (Fake) Rick advises. “He’s got enough to worry about right now. We don’t need you trying to get into his head.”

Your head snaps over in his direction. “You know what I think? I think that you’re actually worried that your uncle is gonna lose out on big win and making me seem like I’m the bad guy is your way of coping with it, which isn’t gonna get you very far. All I’m doing is supporting him. Now, either you shut up or lose it.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“Listen here, Dick. I’m going to cheer him on. I will be screaming as loud as the other people in the crowd. I get this is practice, but I am proud of him, and I will show it any time I can. Either you shut up or I do it for you.”

He stares at you with his every day sour expression. “The names Richard-”

“Dick can be short for Richard. Think about Dick’s sporting goods, a place you don’t own, so sad.” Was it necessary to bring that up, no. Did it feel good, hell yeah.

“I prefer Rick and they’re practicing. Tonight’s the big night so you’re “supportive” screaming isn’t helping anyone.”

You raise your brows, “I say otherwise because he’s doing a real good job right now.”

He doesn’t need to look over at Leonard and Tom, he knows they’re doing good. “It’s practice. You don’t need to scream.”

“I'm going to scream as loud as I want because he’s a good fighter and I am going to show it.”

“I understand what you’re saying but-”

“But nothing. I’m gonna go check on him and our friends because this conversation is going nowhere and you’re pissing me off.”

Dick Rick doesn’t try to argue with you knowing this is the smartest thing to do.

You get out of the chair and head over towards Leonard (who exited the ring right before you started to walk over) and Tom who sits in the chairs closest to the ring, sweat dripping down their heaving chests. “You two did good today.”

“You mean, he looked good, and you assume I did good because you were too focused on screaming for him,” says Tom before he drinks some water.

You scoff, glancing over at a non-focused Leonard, “someone is totally, not completely off?”

The man with frosted tips raises a brow. “Everyone but dogboy knows you’re horny for him.”

Your eyes widen, “what the hell?” You smack his shoulder. “Don’t say that.”

He chuckles, “am I wrong?”

“Shut up,” you walk away and head over towards their boxing partners, Ron and Rick.

“You two feeling alright?”

Ron lifts his head, staring at you.

“Has anyone come over to check that out?” You point to the blood trail on the edge of his eyebrow closest to his temple.

“Yeah,” he says.

“He’s lying and you know it.”

You take the first aid kit from Rick. “Yeah, yeah.” You grab the items you need and start by cleaning the wound.

“He’s staring.” Ron hisses, you mumble an apology.

“He’s preparing for the fight.”

“He’s staring at you,” the two say.

“Why do I even bother trying to fight you two anymore?” You finish with the wound and start cleaning up.

“You ever gonna tell him?” asks Ron.

“If I haven’t told him and I’ve known him for- God- as long as I can remember-”

“Hasn’t it been more than five years?” asks Ron.

“Thank you, Mister know it all.” Your brows furrow together, “how do you know that?”

“He won’t shut up about you. Plus, you showed up around the time he did.”

“That seems like it could be true.”

“Could be?” He scoffs, “it is true, and you know it.” He pushes himself off the bench and walks over to where Tom is.

“He’s not wrong, you know,” Rick informs you. Always the one to tell you the truth when it comes to this kind of thing (plus it’d be nice [for all the guys] if the two of you got together).

“If what you’re all saying is true, then why hasn’t he said anything?”

He doesn't think he heard you correctly. You’ve never agreed with them or even thought about the possibility of Leonard liking you to be true. “What was that?”

You shake your head, grabbing the first aid kit, “nothing. I’ve- Dick Rick pissed me off today and I’m not making sense so I’m gonna go.”

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“How else am I supposed to be, Hollywood? I mean… seriously, if he hasn’t said anything by now, even when all you guys say is how much he likes me. Why hasn’t he tried to ask me out?”

He shrugs, “maybe-uh- maybe he thinks you’re not interested.”

“Do you honestly think that’s why?”

He struggles to give you a response. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Look, I’ve got to go.”

“Wait- where are you going?”

You huff, the strand of hair blocking your view moves off to the side of your face. “I’ve got to go. I- I didn’t tell anyone but I have a date tonight and I wasn’t going to go on it but now I think I will. Maybe see where things take us, you know.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m all out of good ideas when it comes to my love life but I’m ready to put myself out there and see what happens.”

He clearly doesn’t approve of this idea, but you could care less right now.

“I’ll be here for your guys’ fights, alright?”

He says nothing.

“Rick?”

He blinks, processing what you’ve said. “Yeah, yeah. Have fun.” He keeps an eye on you as you walk out.

He rushes over towards Leonard and smacks his arm.

The latter breaks out of his daze, rubbing his arm with a confused expression. “What the hell was that for?”

“Because you’re an idiot and everyone here can agree with that.”

“That’s not true.” Various “yes's” and “he’s not wrong” can be heard through out the area.

Leonard scoffs, “whatever.”

“You need to get off your horny butt and go after the woman you’ve been fawning over for the last thousand years.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“What if I told you that she’s out on a date right now?”

“Is she?”

Rick shrugs, “you tell me.”

“Do you know with who?”

“She didn’t tell me that much.”

“What if she winds up really liking this guy?”

“That means you would miss your chance.”

He pushes himself out of the chair, “I have to go find her.”

“And then what?”

“What do you mean?”

“You mean to tell me, you’re gonna crash her date with absolutely no reason?”

“Well, I mean, technically, I have a reason… she’s gonna know right?”

“No because you haven’t given her any signs you moron.”

Leonard stops, taking a deep breath, “I’ve got to go, man. I can’t stand here and wait anymore.”

Rick chuckles, slapping his shoulder, “go man.”

You sip your drink, not at all enthralled by what your date is saying and no matter how many times you try to give your two cents, the man just… won’t… shut… up.

“And then he was like-”

A handful of flowers are shoved into your face. “I love you.”

You set the glass down and take the flowers, finding them to be one of the prettiest combos you’ve seen, sunflowers and roses.

“I love you,” he says again.

You turn to see your the cowboy. “Leonard? What are- what are you doing here?”

He opens his mouth to respond when your date interrupts him.

“I’m sorry, whoever you are, but we’re,” he gestures to the two of you. “On date here so if you could just go back to wherever your redneck ass came from, that’d be great.”

The man in the cowboy hat bends down to whisper in his ear.

Your dates eyes widen before he rushes to get out of his seat, practically tripping over the legs of the chair.

Leonard sits down in the, now, unoccupied chair with a cocky grin dancing across his lips. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing much. A little “harmless” threatening.”

“What kind of threatening?”

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze, “harsh enough to ensure that he doesn’t come back… here… on a date with you… ever.”

Your jaw drops. “Wait- wait.” You remember he said something. “What did you say earlier?”

“I don’t want him to date you.”

“After that.”

“I threatened him.”

“No!” you set the flowers down on the table. “What did you say?”

He gulps, unsure if he should tell you again or not. “I- do I really have to repeat myself?”

“Please?” your tone wavers, thinking you may not have heard what you think he heard.

He smiles, reaching for your hand. “I- I think I made the dumbest mistake waiting to tell you this but, oh boy. Here it goes, I-" he looks around, seeing how many people are here. “Actually, could we do this outside?”

“If we do, will you ever tell me? Because when we need to have a serious conversation, it never happens, and it feels like you’ve shut down on me.”

He leans forward, rubbing his hands across his faces.

“Okay. Okay. Uh- there’s this- I- I’m having a real hard time trying to tell you this.”

“Let’s start with what you first said when you shoved these beautiful flowers in my face,” you say with a light chuckle.

He cracks a smile. “You caught that huh?”

“I think I did but I don’t know for sure if what I heard was the right thing.”

“Well, that- uh- that depends on your reaction to what I’m about to say.”

“I think we both know what we’ve been denying for so long.”

He leans closer, “and what’s that?”

“That you, cowboy, are completely as smitten with me like I am with you.” You pray he doesn’t turn you as doubt swirls around in your mind.

That crooked boyish grin takes over and that damned hat of his tips forward, covering his eyes. “That’s good to hear.”

“Why? Cause it means you didn’t crash my date for nothing.”

“Hey now. If I knew all I needed to do was this, I would have had Hollywood set you up a long time ago.”

“Like I would have accepted whoever he wanted to set me up with.”

“You... I think you would have.”

“He probably would’ve told me his plan and then tricked the both of us into meeting at the same place.”

He chuckles, “yeah, maybe.” He glances around, “how about we- uh- get out of here and go somewhere you’d actually enjoy.”

A teasing smiles stretches across your lips. “What if I like it here?”

“You don’t, I know it.”

A heavy sigh slips past your lips, “if we must.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I told you not to order so much,” you chuckle, munching on a couple of fries. You kick your legs, the cool air hitting the exposed skin of your lower legs.

He smiles, setting his burger down, wiping his face after you gestured to the mess on his chin. “You look really pretty by the way.”

“You sound like a middle schooler with a crush.”

“I’m just being honest, sweets.”

“We both know you have more to say.” You’re hopeful that he’ll just come out and say it again.

“Okay, maybe I do but I don’t want to scare you off.”

You scoff, “please.”

“Hey! I’d like to keep the woman I love close to me since I was on the verge of being too late and barely gained enough courage to ask her out tonight.”

You cover your mouth, preventing any more food from flying out as you cough.

He pats your back. “Are you okay?”

“You just,” you croak with a hoarse voice. “You just- just said the woman you love.”

“Oh,” he extends the word, finally realizing what he said to you (again).

You grab your drink and gulp as much as you can, wanting to get rid of your hoarse voice. “That’s what you said right?”

“Said what when?”

“Don’t mess with me like that, Leo. You know what you said.”

He gulps, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re right. I know what I said and I’m- I’m scared that you don’t feel the same.”

“If I didn’t feel the same, would I have accepted this date?”

“You’ve gone out with me before,” he points out with attitude.

You scoff, “because I thought that you were asking me out on a genuine date! But then there you were talking to some girl just a few feet away from me.”

“I’m sorry for thinking I never had a chance with you!”

“If you had asked, you would have known!” You set your food off the side, pushing yourself out of the truck bed. “I’m leaving. I can’t do this with you right now.”

“You can’t- you can’t do this with me right now? Seriously?”

You reach for your purse. “I’m not going to sit here and fight with you over how scared I was that you didn’t like me even though I’m in love with you and how much it hurt to see you talking to all those girls when you were the one who invited me to go out with you!” You’re too upset to even realize that he’s pushed himself off the truck bed.

He spins you around to kiss you only for it to end in laughter. The corner of his lips tugs upwards. “Are you really laughing at my romantic gesture right now?”

You chuckle, staring into his pretty eyes. “You know exactly what I’m laughing at.”

He nods, the hat bumping against your forehead once more, in a more affectionate manner. “That I do.”

You snatch the item off his head, tossing it beside the food. You take a deep breath, watching the way his eyes dip down towards your lips.

“This isn’t going to be as dramatic; you know?”

“Just kiss me you-” Your hands slid up his arms, fingers interlocking against the back of his neck. The warmth of his hand on your cheek and your hip causes the butterflies in your stomach to flutter harder than they ever have when you’re with him. You’re the first to pull away, eyes still closed enjoying this moment.

“Wow,” he breathes out. “I think I’m getting a hard on.”

Your eyes snap open, finding that he’s staring at you. The corner of your lips twitch (of course he would say that now), you finally understand what everyone else has been saying, eyes truly are the window to one’s soul because all you can see is the love, he holds for you. “Guess everyone was right.”

“What’s that?”

“We both fell for each other but didn’t want to admit and now,” you stare at the collar of his hoodie for a few seconds realizing what the boys are gonna do. “And now they’re gonna make fun of us.”

“Maybe, but then we can just do this,” he pulls you in for another kiss.

You chuckle against his lips.

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pollyna · 2 years

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Ron says it while Tom is at the phone with Pete and Tom doesn't know why it should be something important.

(Our dear Tommy isn't as blond as he used to be.

Yeah, I know, thank you so much Ronald. But it's not like they sell that shirt on this boat. With so much as rolling his eyes because Jesus man.

Mav laughs and Ice forgets what they were talking about.)

The next time he's on leave Pete greats him home with the longest of kisses, not that he's against that, and a blonde bottle on the bathroom sink. Tom gets back on that stupid boat, a month and half later, as blonde as he was the day they started TOP GUN and with so many love bits Ron is worried he's dating a vampire and not a human.

It becomes a sort of their thing, between Ron and Pete, while Tom is talking to the latter the first says less blonde and when he puts a foot on the ground a blonde bottle is already waiting for him at home. Sometimes Tom does them himself and sometimes Pete spends hours inventing new shades of ice blond just for him.

(They are still doing it, even years after, when Iceman's hair are more grey than blond and his tips stopped being frosted from a decade or two. Ron speaks, Pete buys the hair dye and they spend an afternoon in the bathroom kissing and talking about stupid shit while they wait for the dye to work.)

(The whole ordial still makes Tom stupidly happy and smiley. It's a win-win for everyone, at the end.)

#slider 🤝 maverick: working to preserve iceman's frosted tips #ron slider kerner is a very good friend #pete laughs: iceman brain.exe #slider & maverick tentative friendship #iceman & slider friendship #best bros™️#ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #iceman's frosted tips #top gun (1986)#aircraft carrier are going to be stupid boats™️ until my brain says so #fluff #warm and fuzzy feelings #domesticity #kisses

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dakotakazansky · 10 months

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Ghost • Fifteen

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 2,407

Kota

The next few days off came and went, we got Tate and Javy all moved in and unpacked, and it was finally Monday, our first day at Top Gun. Jake, Javy, Tate and I all walked in together, the guys first, Tate and I following them. The guys sat down in the third row on the left hand side facing the podium, Tate and I taking the second row in front of the guys.

No sooner than we sat down we heard a loud scoffing. I turned to the right so I could see this little prick in the front row. I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to not let the scoffing get to me, but the little snot nose pipes up, "Damn since when did they allow girls to be pilots and WSO's together?"

I felt the rubber band feeling snap in my chest and I knew I was about to raise hell. "Listen here you misogynistic piece of work.." I feel Jake's hand on my shoulder trying to stop me from starting this.

What I didn't notice was the rest of the class had filed in and our instructor was standing in the back of the room. I shrug Jake's hand off my shoulder, and my father's arrogant attitude that was passed down to me fully came out, "Well if you'd like to know, the plaque for the alternates is down in the little boys room." The sound of wincing "ooo's" and "ohh's" and even a quiet "ouch" were heard throughout the room. Our instructor wore a very proud smile on his face even though I couldn't see it.

"Well tell me how your name looks, on it when I smoke you." This asshole replies. "Oh I won't be needing to, you can tell me all about it yourself." I hear giggles and snickers erupt from various points in the room. What I wasn't expecting next was the familiar booming voice, "Aright you guys, settle it down, we got class to start."

Just like that, the smug look I was once wearing was wiped clean off my face at the sight of Ron "Slider" Kerner, my dad's old RIO. I mutter under my breath just loud enough for my friends to hear, "Well fuck, not even 5 minutes in yet, and I've already made our first rival, and we don't even know names yet." I smack my palm against my forehead, and scrubbed my hand down my face, sinking further into my seat. I heard mockingly from Jake behind me, "I tried to stop you darlin'." I sheepishly mutter to my friends, "I'm sorry guys."

Slider goes over the spiel of how we are the top 1% of naval aviators, and how many hops daily we'll take and what time will be spent as classroom time. He continues on about how he's going to find our limits of flying, and then break them, and mold us into even better pilots than we were before getting here. I was only partially paying attention to it all until I heard, "You're all dismissed, be out on the flight deck in 20 minutes. Ghost and," he looks down at his sheet trying to make sense of the pricks callsign "Pig? I want you both outside my office at the end of the day!"

I think to myself, his callsign is Pig, well if the way he got that callsign was anything like how he acted earlier, it was very fitting then.

Everyone gets up to leave, to make our way towards the flight deck when I feel a strong grip on my shoulder, "Ghost can I speak with you for a moment?" I look back to see Slider's hand on my shoulder, I nod to him and look to my friends, "I'll meet up with you guys in a minute."

Once everyone has filed out of the room and it was only Silder and I left, he pulls me into a giant hug, "Little Kazansky, like father like daughter." He says laughing to me. I hug him back, "Good to see you again Slider, I didn't hear from dad that you were a Top Gun instructor now."

He looks down at me smirking, "I have been for quite a few years kid, actually since a few months before your 18th birthday. We didn't tell you because we knew eventually you'd show up here." He pauses for a moment, "But don't think I'll go easy on you since you're your father's kid and I've known you since you were born."

We both laugh, "Never thought you would Slider, you know how hard it is being Ice's kid anyways?" I say questioning him, "Everyone already thinks I got where I am today because of him and not my own hard work and dedication." He nods to me, "You'll survive kid, I know you, you live off spite anyways, so keep proving them wrong."

He pats my shoulder, "Better get out there." He says, nodding towards the flight deck, "Yeah you're right, it was great seeing you again though!" I say running out of the classroom and over to my friends.

"What was that all about?" Javy questions once I finally approach the group. "Uhh, if you guys promise not to mention anything at all, ever" I pause as they all nod to me, "Our instructor is my dad's old RIO." They all go wide eyed, and jaws dropping at the news. "Okay guys pick your jaws up off the floor, it was just us reconnecting for a moment."

Everyone gathers in either the ready room, or is in their aircraft. Tate and I aren't scheduled yet for training in the hop yet, so we are sitting in the ready room, her talking with Javy and I'm sitting on the couch reading through one of our textbooks.

Unfortunately for me, Jake got paired up with someone else in the class who I haven't learned the callsign or name of yet, but fortunately it allows me to just sit and read. That is until Pig comes over and smacks my textbook out of my lap.

I bolt out of my seat, squaring up to the guy, "What the hell is your problem?" I ask angrily. "You, you're the problem." He replies. I give him the coldest most dead stare ever, if I stared any harder you'd have thought I'd kill the boy where he stood.

"Pick it up." I said glaring at Pig. He scoffs, "No way." I cock my head slightly to the left, the sure fire you're about to be dead look, "Pick. It. Up." I watched as the hard exterior that Pig tried to hold broke, he picked up my book that he slapped out of my lap, and shoved it into my chest, before stomping away.

As I sat back down with my book back in my lap and flipping to the page I was on, I heard mumbles and murmurs throughout the room, "Damn what a cold bitch", "did you see that glare, she's gonna rule the Pacific Fleet one day", "she sure put Pig in his place easily."

I attempted to go back to reading but was too lost in the thoughts of what just happened, how was I already his problem, do we even know each other? I also thought about the comments made from people in the room, I was so lost in thought I didn't even notice Jake had finished his hop. I felt the couch sink down to my right and felt an arm sling around my shoulder.

"Woah Kota what's wrong?" Jake asks what seemed almost frantically. I guess I never lost the scorned glare off my face. "Huh?" I say finally leaving my thoughts. "Are you okay?" Jake asks again.

"Javy and Tate have been over there talking this entire time," I start while pointing to our friends, "So I came over here to sit by myself and just read the textbook. Well next thing I know my textbook is being slapped off my lap and Pig is standing in front of me angrily."

I look around the room to see where Pig is but I can't find him. I continued, "Well then he brought out the Kazansky anger," I pause Jake nodding knowing all about it from our time in the academy and when hearing stories about my dad, "So in true Kazansky fashion I commanded him to pick up my book after asking what his problem was. He said it was me. He picked up my book, shoved it into my chest and stormed off."

I melted into Jake's side as he took in the story I just told him. "That guy is such a prick, just try not to let him get to you darlin'." Jake says rubbing my arm. I was starting to get comfortable in Jake's arms when I heard my name, my WSO and Javy get called. I thought to myself, thank god it wasn't Pig. Without thinking I kissed Jake's cheek before I got up and ran over to my plane for inspections before we got going on our hop.

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Jake

I felt shocked for a moment, I couldn't believe Kota just kissed my cheek like it was nothing. I walk over to sit next to the radio to listen in on how their hop is going when suddenly I'm approached by Pig. "So we meet again Seresin?" I cock my head to him, "Do I know you?" I question, "and also what's your problem with Kota?"

"Seriously don't play dumb." He replies back. "Listen man, I don't know you, I for damn sure know Kota hasn't done a thing to you. So why don't you just leave if you're going to try to pick a fight, because honestly buddy it's not going to go in your favor." I say getting quite irritated at the man that just pissed off my girl. My girl, I've never thought of Kota in such a way before, but honestly I like the way it sounds. Pig stomps off again like a toddler who just had something dangerous taken away from them for their own safety.

I get lost in my thoughts of Kota being my girl, and what the hell Pig's deal is, that I'm fully brought out of those thoughts when I feel two small arms wrap around my waist from behind.

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Kota

I return from my hop with Javy and Tate and I run over to Jake who doesn't seem to notice we're back. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head against his back for a moment. "Hey Kota, how was the hop?" He asked, turning around once I released him from the hug. "Oh it went as well as it could, Slider got us all out, we definitely need to try harder." I say knitting my eyebrows together while I think of scenarios that could have been better.

Tate comes over with Javy in tow, "Hey Kota, I saw what Pig did earlier, how about tonight we have a girls night, Jake and Javy can have a guys night, and we can just decompress from our first day at Top Gun?" I look over to Jake who nods, "That sounds like fun, I'm down." Tate gets giddy, "Okay I'll come over later to help pick out an outfit with you." I look at her confused before she says, "We're gonna go out and have a nice dinner, maybe a drink or two." I nod, "Thanks Tate that sounds nice."

The rest of the day goes by without any more confrontations. I make my way towards Slider's office and wait outside, Jake comes to find me. "Hey you want me to hang back and wait for you?" He asks. "Nah, I'll be fine, I'll meet you back at your truck." He nods, gives me a hug and then walks off towards the parking lot.

About ten minutes later Pig walks up and leans against the wall across from me. I act like I don't notice him. Slider yells for Pig to come into his office first. Pig shoulder checks me as he walks into the office. I lean against the wall listening to Pig get yelled at. I think to myself, shit Slider is really giving it to him, I wonder what else he did to get him this mad. Must've been something before class other than his comments towards Tate and I.

Five minutes later, Pig comes out, grumbles a "Sorry" to me and continues on walking. I hear my name called. I walk into Slider's office, and stand at attention until he releases me. I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. "Relax Kota, you're not in trouble, I just wanted to call you in here to make sure you're okay" Slider begins, "but I am going to have to tell your father about this encounter." I look at him pleading, "Slider please, no he doesn't need to know."

Slider laughs, "Oh he's definitely going to know that his cocky arrogance has passed down to his daughter, he's so going to get a kick out of that." I chuckle, "Is that so?" Slider smirks, "Kid the last time I heard anything like that phrase come from a pilot to another was when your Dad and Maverick were facing off to show who was the best. Also are you okay after earlier, you almost crossed a line. I could see you were gonna go after him had I not stepped in. Kota, I don't want you to lose this chance."

"Slider I promise, I'm not going to waste my chance here, it's been my dream since the Academy." I put my hand out to shake his to show I mean good on my word, and he shakes my hand. "Alright kid, if he gives you any more trouble than the two instances that happened today, let me know." I nod to Slider. "You're dismissed, see you tomorrow for class."

I walked out of the office and met Jake at his truck, he asked me what happened, and I told him everything. We went back home where we met Tate and Javy outside our house. Tate and I went to my room to get ready, while Javy and Jake went out to the back porch for a drink. Jake and I were not ready for what would eventually become of this night.

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callmemana · 1 year

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 3: Beautiful In Flight

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett (OC)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Baylie ‘Lucky’ Steele ( @bayisdying ) (OC)

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky ( @dragon-kazansky ) (OC)

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Kerner ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Grace ‘Spicy’ Bradshaw ( @mtnofgrace ) (OC)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Alana ‘Cinco’ Metcalf ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Word Count: 5K+

Summary:

🚨 Warnings: nothing just angst & fluff

A/N📋: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

Thank you @mrsjaderogers for proof reading!

Bird and Lucky text back and forth for the next couple of weeks as Baylie tries to get her a spot on the squad for a few months.

As for housing, Baylie is being incredibly generous and letting Bird stay with her and her husband, Mickey.

Birdie has tried to convince Lucky that she’s okay with just using on-base housing, but she wouldn’t hear any of it.

She had to pack her old Chevy with everything she and Ozzy'll need for the next six months while in Miramar.

As the days get closer to when they leave, Bird has mixed emotions, should she be nervous, scared, excited?

She really doesn’t know.

Most likely, Bird will start feeling excited, but the closer to Miramar, the more nervous and scared she’ll get.

Which isn’t good for Ozzy.

Ozzy, the best dog a girl could ask for, really understands her emotions and feels them too.

He wants to comfort her, but its kind of hard when she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling.

The days leading to the drive were chaotic to say the least.

Bird had to rush to get things done before she left and honestly, didn’t give herself enough time.

She had to put all of her things that aren’t coming with her into a storage unit and that took pretty much all week, she had to get her mail forwarded to the new address, and a bunch of other adult things.

Driving was the worst part in her opinion, the long hours of just sitting and trying to keep herself awake, even with five coffees in her system.

Ozzy, the cutie, just slept the whole time, making her very jealous.

When Bird finally arrived in San Diego and pulled into the Garcia’s driveway, Ozzy’s head lifted from the backseat and he started to bark as soon as he saw a woman, who Bird suspects is Lucky.

She got out of the car, trying to meet her half way in the middle, Oz follows her out of the driver’s seat soon after and runs up to Lucky to greet her with puppy-kisses before Bird can even shake her hand.

Lucky bends down and excepts the kisses, giving him scratches along his ears and back.

“Oh look at the good boy! What’s your name buddy, huh?”

“Ozzy, come here bub. Sorry about him, we were trying to teach him manners before everything happened, and its just slow going without his favorite trainer.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. I love animals, dogs especially.”

Lucky smiles and wraps her into a tight hug, “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”

Bird excepts the hug, “It’s so nice to meet you too, I can already tell we’re gonna be the best of friends! And thank you so much for letting us stay here, If you need any help around the house or anywhere, I’ll be more than happy to.”

“No, you're a guest, the only thing you're gonna do is relax. I can’t wait for the other girlies to meet you, I can just tell they’ll love you as much as I do.”

  “The other girlies? Where I’m from, its mostly dudes. I’m more than happy to meet some more strong, confident, female pilots.”

Lucky leads her into the house, “Oh yeah, there’s so many female pilots at this base. We have Cinco, we call her Cin, then there’s Mama Dragon AND Mama Whiskey, who will adopt you immediately.”

The pair stops at the front door to open it, then once inside and in the kitchen, she continues.

“Spicy, a bartender at our bar, who is the actual love of my life, but unfortunately married Chicken and is currently carrying his babies. Mouse, she’s quiet but she’s awesome. There's also Phoenix, Bob’s front-seater, and just like Halo, she’s also a badass pilot and doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

“Oh wow, that’s so many people. I’m not really good at remembering things. Also, did you say Chicken?”

Lucky laughs loud and hard, “Yeah. We have an aviator here named Rooster, but we call him Chicken to make him mad. Don’t worry about names, it’ll get easier when you meet them.”

“Ok, I’d hate to accidently get a name wrong, I’ll probably annoy you with how much I ask who is who.”

“You’ll learn quickly, the girls and I are known as the Chaos Squad on and off of base. So you’ll hear our names yelled a bunch.”

“That sounds so fun, does Bo get into any of the shenanigans that y’all do here?” questioned Bird.

“No, mostly the guys stay out of the chaos, but sometimes we do get them involved.”

“I have a question about your husband, I know that when we were texting you kept switching between ‘Mickey’ and ‘Miguel.’ which do I call him?”

“Oh, well we all just call him either one. So it doesn’t really matter.” replied Lucky.

The two women didn’t hear the car drive up the driveway, they were too busy talking and learning about eachother, but Ozzy did.

The front door opened and a male voice boomed out, “Cariño, I’m home!”

A couple of seconds later, the barking started and Ozzy greeted the new friend at the door.

“Oh hey buddy! Lucky did you get a dog?”

“Ozzy! Come here bubba! Come on, leave him alone,” soon Ozzy left Mickey and raced to his owner.

Mickey followed the pooch and met the girls in the kitchen, where he finally saw the surprise that his wife had been so secretive about.

“Hello, I’m Miguel. Most people call me either Mickey or Fanboy. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bird held out her hand and his engulfed it, “It’s nice to meet you too Mickey, I’m Amanda Hallett. I have a lot of nicknames, so, I’ll just tell you my callsign, Birdie.”

“That’s a beautiful callsign, who gave it to you?” asked Lucky.

“Um, actually Bo did. I am always singing or humming songs, and I hate being caged, so Robert called me Birdie.”

“Why do you call him ‘Bo’? I don’t think I’ve ever heard him be called that.” questioned Mickey.

“I didn’t want to give him the usual nick names that ‘Robert’ goes by, so I just shorted ‘Robert’ to ‘Bo’. But I also call him ‘Bam.’”

“Bam?” the couple smirked.

“OH, that’s a story! I don’t know if I should be telling y’all this, But when Bo was a toddler, he had super blond hair, mostly white and he always carried a hammer around with him.”

She sat down in a nearby chair before continuing, “ He’d go around the house and hit things, and it just reminded his family so much of Bam-Bam from the Flintstones, that he was nicknamed Bam-Bam.”

“Oh my god! I will one hundred percent be using that to bother him while the paperwork is being filed this week.”

“Oh please do, also if you could, could you please hum ‘Heads Caroline, Tails California’? It’s my favorite and he knows it, I wanna make him sweat before we see each other again.”

“Mickey, I love her. I can’t wait for her to meet the Chaos Squad.”

Mickey rolls his eyes at his wife, “I will need something stronger than beer to get me through this if you introduce her to the other girls. You don’t need anymore chaotic females in our group of friends.”

“I know that that’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it, but babe, you're wrong.”

Bird covered her snicker at Lucky’s reply.

“Do you need help unloading your truck Bird?” questioned Mickey, ignoring his wife.

Birdie nodded, “That would be amazing, thank you Mickey.”

“It’s no problem, I know how tiring it is to drive long hours.”

All three went outside and for the next couple of hours, emptied Bird’s belongings from the back of her truck.

By the time they were done, it was nighttime and Lucky had ordered pizza and wings for everyone.

Ozzy whined and used his adorableness to get human food from the new people.

“Ozzy Samson Hallett-Floyd! We don’t beg at the table, go lay down.”

Begruduly, Ozzy hangs his head and goes to the living room, laying on the floor by the couch while the others eat peacefully.

When dinner was over Bird fed Oz with his dog food and once he was done, they took their nighttime walk.

After the walk had ended, Bird showered and put on an old bootcamp shirt and some black spandex to go to sleep.

She was just getting comfy in the bed, when she realized that Ozzy wasn’t in her room.

Birdie quietly went around the house and called, “Ozzy, Oz, come ‘er boy!”

She was just in the hallway, starting to enter the living room.

Mickey heard her, propped himself on his elbows and replied, “Your dog is in our room snuggling with my wife.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mickey! I’ll go get him.”

She turned to go when he stopped her, “It’s okay, Lucky’s been wanting a dog for a while, so this can get her off my case for a couple of weeks anyway.”

“But it’s your bed, you’ve been up for hours and you probably want to sleep in it more than sleep on the couch.”

Bird turned to move again, and Mickey could faintly see the letters on the back of the night shirt, ‘R. Floyd.’

Mickey shrugged, “Birdie, I’m fine on the couch, really. It’s no big deal to me where I sleep as long as I get a decent amount of hours.”

“If you’re really sure, then I’ll go to bed.”

“I’m more than sure Bird, go to bed. Goodnight.” smiled Mickey.

“Goodnight Mickey, thank you for letting me stay here with y’all. I appreciate it,” said Bird as she made her way back to the share bedroom in the Garcia house.

The next morning she slept in, then after her morning routine, took Ozzy on a morning walk.

Bird didn’t have to be on base for another couple of days and when she did, all she had to do was sign the papers to stay and join the squad for the upcoming months.

Since she had the time to relax, Bird took the day just walking around the town and spent a couple of hours on the beach with Ozzy playing fetch.

When Bird got home, well into the afternoon, She felt a little stressed about how reuniting with Bo will be, so she raided the Garcia’s pantry and got the ingredients for homemade brownies.

She didn’t pay attention to the clock, so it was a surprise to say the least when Mickey and Baylie arrived home.

Even with Ozzy’s barking.

“It smells delicious in here! What are you baking for Bird? We told you you didn’t have to do anything for us as a ‘Thank You’!” asked Lucky as she entered the kitchen.

“It’s homemade brownies. I should’ve probably told you before, but I’m a stress baker. I will pay you back for all of the ingredients I used up. I’m so sorry.”

Mickey waved her off, “It’s okay, Mi casa es tu casa.”

“I at least should’ve asked first-” she muttered under her breath, taking the dessert out of the oven and placing the pan on the stove top.

Lucky cuts her off, “Bird, seriously, its okay. We don’t mind sharing and its worth it ten times over if these brownies taste as good as they smell.”

“Well, we have to wait at least fifteen minutes for it to cool, but after you can have as many as y’all want.”

“I can just tell that us being friends will be the best thing ever, I mean, we have so much in common!”

Mickey knew where this was going and rolled his eyes, “Cariño.”

“We’re both from the Midwest, love dogs, chaotic as hell, you love to bake and I love eating! It’s a match made in heaven!”

Bird laughed, “I think our friendship will be very good too. I can tell that you love your friends with all of your heart and would do anything for them.”

As the trio waited for the brownies to cool, they started to watch a movie and talk about nothing and everything.

Ozzy began laying on her lap, but would look over at the couple and then give her puppy-dog eyes.

Bird whispered, “I know bub, I miss snuggling with him too. I think that Lucky would love for you to visit and snuggle with her.”

He took that as permission, and trotted over to the husband and wife, cuddling up close to Lucky, and laying his head on her lap.

Birdie sighed quietly and snuggled up in her borrowed blanket, mind wondering to Bo more than paying attention to the movie or conversation around her.

“Birdie…”

“Birb…”

“Bird…”

“Mana…”

“Amanda…”

She was too in her head, but was quickly snapped out of it when a pillow hit her in the side of the face.

“I’m sorry, what were y’all needin’?”

“Would you like a brownie?” asked Lucky, trying to get up with Ozzy still on her.

“Um, yeah. Thank you.”

“No problem! Miguel, go get us some brownies please.” she ordered her husband.

Mickey just rolled his eyes as he got up, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Lucky before going to the kitchen.

“I’ll get you back for that!”

Bird gave a sad smile at the couple’s shenanigans, being reminded of all that Bo and her got into themselves.

“Bo and I used to be like that, we had nerf gun wars after work to settle who would do what chores.”

“That sounds so fun! Who had the best shot?” asked Mickey as he reentered the room and handed out the treats.

“I did, but I think he let me win to see me happy. He was always doing things just to see me smile. Whether that be being an idiot by making up words for a song, or starting random dance parties.”

“I’d love to see a carefree and goofy Robert Floyd.” commented Mickey, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, he’s never really anything but shy. Maybe a little sassy every once in a while, but other than that…” added Lucky.

Bird looked at them as if they had two heads instead of just one, “He hasn’t been sassy with y’all? I swear that boy always had a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue along with an apology for me when I got in trouble.”

“Really? Then it's gonna be so much more fun for us when you reunite with Bob! I can’t wait for his reaction,”

“Maybe we should let them have privacy when they reunite, Bay.”

She rolled her eyes, “But I wanna knowwwwww…”

“I agree with Mickey, I’d like some privacy when we talk. Like I’ve said before, we didn’t exactly end it very well and I don’t know what his reaction will be to me being in San Diego, let alone on the squad for a couple of months.”

The couple nodded their understanding, “We get that, and will let you guys have the house if you want it.”

“No, it’s okay. We can go out and talk, it would probably be better if we did anyway. Thank you though.” Bird grabbed Lucky’s hand in a friendly way, showing her thanks.

Throughout the week, Bob was slowly getting more aggravated with the what he thinks are hints as to who the new member is.

Monday at lunch in the canteen as the squad was eating and talking bullshit, Lucky had her face stuck in her phone again, not paying one lick of attention to the talk.

“What are you doing there Lucky?” Bob questioned as he took a sip of coffee.

She glared at him, “Nunya fucking business.”

He holds up his hands defensively, “Wow, okay. It was just a question Luck.”

“Mi Corazón, why are you being rude to Bob?” asked Mickey.

“I’m in the middle of important business with a possible new squad member.” stated Lucky, aggravated at all of the questions thrown her way.

“New squad member?”

“Anyone we might know?”

“Which base are they coming from?”

“Are they any good?”

“Yes, a new member will be arriving soon, I don’t know if she’s any good, and I’m not telling, its a secret.”

Bob didn’t like the secrecy about the new member, especially if Lucky was the keeper of said secret.

She was known for being a little shit and would hold this information above their heads for as long as she could.

All day Bob’s gears had been moving, trying to figure out who this new member might be.

Usually Lucky would just tell them straight up who would be joinging and give them the basics about who they are as a pilot.

When Mouse joined the team, she told them pretty much everything she could so they would know her skill set and how to behave around her.

Bob had a hard time sleeping that night, mind too focused on putting the pieces together.

Which was beyond hard with the little she gave.

But what he didn’t know, was that he knew everything about her already and so much more than the others will ever know.

Tuesday, as they were getting ready for training, Lucky walked up to him and started a suspicious conversation.

“Hey, Bob do you like birds? I do, Snow Bunting, Indigo Bunting, Bald Eagles, House Sparrows, House Wren.”

Then She pretends to think a little more before she smiles and adds, “Oh and I can’t forget about Cardinals!”

“What made you think about birds Luck?”

“I woke up this morning and saw one outside my window today, pretty much all week too. Thought you would like to know, you know, as a bird lover.”

“I never said that I loved birds, I don’t think I’ve ever said anything about animals during the months we’ve been a team so far either.”

She shrugged, “You seemed like the type of person that liked birds, sorry for assuming.”

And then she just walked off, as if the conversation never happened at all.

The others were so confused as to why he had been in a sour again.

Every little thing pretty much set him off.

Maverick even had to take him aside and calm him down.

Wednesday was one of the worst days in his opinion.

He had been slowly getting more and more aggravated by the topics that Lucky had been using the last two days.

He didn’t want to be reminded of the terrible thing he did, and her bringing up these subjects, wasn’t helping him at all.

Wednesday, they were in the common room, bullshitting about their plans this weekend.

“Maybe I should take an early lunch and check on the pupper, whatcha think Mickey?”

“I think that the dog is fine, and you should eat during your lunch break and not go see the dog, because we both know you won’t be coming back afterwards.”

“Did y’all finally get that dog you wanted? Asked Rooster.

“No, we’re dogsitting for a friend while she’s out of town, I have pictures if y’all wanna see the pupper.”

The whole squad said ‘yes’ and we all crowded around her and her phone.

As soon as he saw that first picture, the color drained from his usually tan face.

That looked exactly like Ozzy and he could practically feel his heart break further and further the more pictures he saw.

But it couldn’t be, because Lucky nor Fanboy had ever met her before.

They couldn’t know about her, he kept her close to his heart and would never share her with the squad.

“He is so adorable and I love him so much. He’s been cuddling in the bed with me at night.”

“Wha… What… What’s his name?” he questioned, voice slightly wavering.

“Oh, it’s Hendrix. The friend is a huge Jimmie Hendrix fan.” she shrugged.

Bob was in his head the rest of the day, thinking about her.

‘Maybe I should contact her?’

But he didn’t, no what he did when he got home was grab the Jack Daniels and photos from his closet.

The next day, he was a little hungover and he could tell that the other’s saw that something big was bothering him.

They just didn’t know how to help him get out of this funk.

Thursday, was no better than the day before.

Bob seriously thought that he was either going crazy or that his conscience was playing tricks on his mind and he was associating everything with Bird now.

He was minding his own business walking down the hall when he passed by Lucky and stopped immediately.

She couldn’t be humming that song, he didn’t even think that Baylie knew it.

Sure, it’s a popular 90’s country song, but Luck hasn’t once mentioned that she liked that genre.

Yes, she’s midwestern, but after a while you forget the songs you grew up with and then you hear it once and it's stuck.

“Fuck…” Bob groaned, grabbing the attention of everyone on the squad.

“Baby On Board, did you just… curse?” asked Hangman.

The accused man just glared at him, “I’m an adult Hangman, I can curse whenever I want. Just because I usually don’t in front of y’all doesn’t mean that I can’t.”

“We never said that you couldn’t man,” commented Rooster.

All of the other aviators where more than surprised by his aggravated mood, except for Lucky and Mickey who couldn’t stop smirking at him.

“Why mad all of the sudden?”

“Yeah man, did you forget something?”

“We just wanna understand why your mad.”

“None of your business,” and with that, he walked off.

The squad looked around at each other, all wanting to know why, only to see Fanboy and Lucky’s smirks.

“What did you guy do to Baby On Board to get him in this sour mood?” questioned Phoenix.

“Nothing as far as I know, I was just humming a song.” she shrugged.

“What song?” asked Coyote, brows furrowed in thought.

“Just ‘Heads Carolina, Tails California,’ I haven’t heard it in years and now I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Maybe it reminds him of someone?” asked Payback, arms folded over his chest, looking around the squad.

“Maybe, but who?” voiced Rooster.

“We might never know, he isn’t exactly forthcoming of his life before moving here.” shrugged Mickey.

“He did get angry earlier this week when Lucky mentioned something about birds.”

“Why the hell would birds have put him in a bad mood?”

“Maybe he was attacked by one when he was younger and just hates them now?”

“Nah, because that doesn’t explain the song.”

“Unless it was an ex that loved birds and that song?” questioned Phoenix.

“So, what I’m hearing is that Baby On Board could have an ex. I didn’t think he could get a girl, so I’m just surprised that he has one.” voiced Hangman, but winced quickly afterwards.

“Don’t be rude! Not all men are players and assholes, Bagman.” she said as she smacked Hangman on the arm.

“Well geez Phoenix, we don’t really know the guy! He could be a player too!”

“I highly doubt that,” commented Payback.

“Yeah, have you met the man, he’s the sweetest!”

“Can you really say that if we don’t know anything about him?” stated Coyote.

“He’s never says anything about his life in Lemoore!” added Hangman.

“He’s a private person, we all have the right to keep some things to ourselves you know.”

“I know. But if it's bothering him this much, and taking his mind somewhere else while we’re training, I think we should get to know about it!”

“Leave it be, he’ll let us know when he’s ready.”

And on the fifth day, she finally rested.

Lucky had called in sick, if she really was, no one but her husband knew for sure.

Bob couldn’t be more happy that the antagonizing wouldn’t be happening today with Lucky gone.

He needed a day off from her and her hints.

But Bob did forget about the other part of the Garcia’s.

As the day started, he thought that Fanboy would be hinting every second he got, only to remember that Mickey isn’t like that.

The only thing that Fanboy did do, was smirk everytime he looked over at him.

Bob couldn't wait for the day to end and go home or maybe go to the beach to watch the waves.

When the work day was over, the guys grabbed and pushed him into the back of Rooster’s Bronco, and drove to the Hard Deck.

Once they arrived, they let him out and lead him into the bar.

“What are we drinking tonight Floyd, Jack’s or water?” questioned Rooster.

“I can order for myself, y’all just go to the back. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok, but we’ll be keepin’ an eye on you,” added Mickey.

The other men went to join the others as they were at the pool tables, like usual.

“Hey Penny, can I get a water and peanuts?”

“Sure Bob,” she turned around and gathered his drink and snack.

“Could you do me a favor and put this on Hangman’s tab?”

Penny smirked, “Sure thing, out celebrating or he pissing you off?”

“Both, everyone is lately.” groaned Bob.

“I’m sorry to hear that, here you go.” she handed over his order and pats the bar.

He made his way to the back and sat in his chair, taking a sip of his water.

“Wanna play eight ball,” offered Rooster, holding a pool stick out for him to take.

Bob shook his head, “No thanks, I’m goin’ to finish these and then go on a walk.”

Rooster shrugged and asked someone else to play.

As soon as he was done, Bob wipes off the crumbs and sets the empty cups on the nearby table, and exits throught the back door.

When he was far enough away, Bob stopped in his spot and sat down.

Bob was just enjoying the view when he was pushed over in the sand and his glasses fling off his face.

“Ozzy! Oz, leave him alone! I’m so sorry sir, We were just playing fetch-”

That voice brought back everything he didn’t want to remember.

“Amanda?”

“Robert?”

“Wh…wha…what are you doing in San Diego?” he stuttered, Ozzy kissing his face.

“Um, your friend invited me. She said that you weren’t doing too good after the mission.”

Bob groaned, “That makes so much more sense why this week was Hell.”

Ozzy calmed down as soon as Robert started to pet and talk to him.

“They were giving you a lot of trouble?” she questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I thought I was goin’ crazy with all of the hints Baylie was dropping.”

“That might’ve been partially my fault, I did tell her to hum my favorite song one day.”

“No, I couldn’t blame you for anything. Bay just likes to stir shit until it boils over.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“You never answered why your here.” he commented.

“Bay said that you weren’t doing so good and was worried about you. She said that it might help if I came down and cheered you up.”

Bob laughed, “Of course she did. I’m fine, you can go back to Lemoore now.”

“Actually I can’t, I signed a contract and I’m stationed here for the next six months,” Bird drew back as she waited for his reaction.

He just laughed again, this time more sarcastically, “That’s just fucking perferct ain’t it! I went away and now you follow me here? I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I don’t care about you anymore Amanda. I left because of you and I thought you’d be smart enough to stay away. I guess not.”

“If this is how you’re gonna treat me while I’m here, then maybe I should just tell Cyclone that I change my mind.” she declared, tearing streaming down her face.

“Fine by me, I could care less about what you do.” he got up, dusted the sand off of himself, and stomped back to the bar.

Robert let the tears slide down his cheeks as he walked, he wouldn’t show her how much he missed her.

Not after the way he left things in Lemoore.

Once back at the Hard Deck, Bob grabbed Lucky and Mickey by the arms and dragged them to the parking lot.

The others saw that his face was flushed red with anger.

“I just saw someone that I haven’t seen for a while and I don’t want to see! You have no business interfering with my life, you should’ve kept it to yourselves.”

“You seemed really depressed Robert and I won’t appolize for being worried about my friend!”

“You haven’t been the same since we got home from the Uranium Mission, we were just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your help! If I did, I’d ask for it! And last time I checked, I never did!”

“How bout we all calm down and then have this conversation. It’s not a good idea to talk while angry.”

“No Mickey, he wants to talk here. Why so mad about her being here? What happened between you to that was so bad that your acting this way?!”

“I broke her heart, there. You happy? I got the orders to come back and I couldn’t leave her in Lemoore, so I did the one thing I thought would get her to stay away.”

“Why are you so stupid?”

“If you still love her, tell her! She’d say yes in a heartbeat.” stated Mickey.

“I…can’t not after all that I said to her. I was a total jackass towards her the last day in Flordia. I can’t even forgive myself, so how can I ask her too.” he muttered, head down and hands in hair.

“We can help get your girl back, just like y’all did for me when I almost lost Baylie.”

“But, to do so, we need to know what happened. All of the details.” added Lucky, nodding to her husband’s words.

“Robert, I saw the way you looked at that picture of you two on the tarmac.” Mickey grabs him by the shoulders, comfortingly.

“That’s true love, and I know that if you really love someone, its easy to forgive them for their mistakes.”

“Maybe she will.”

“Just have hope,” offered Lucky as she brought him into a hug.

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