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Some behind the scenes parallels I’ve found between the casts and crews of Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

My Sunshine

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: break ups, soft!Jake, alcohol and the consumption of, a few tears, drunk!birthdayboy!Bob and reader are besties, mentions of throwing up. 

Word Count: 3.4k

Author’s Note: I said I was gonna be normal after I saw the movie and yet, here we are // not gonna lie, hangman >> rooster (I said what I said bye.) 

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“Love me a woman in yellow,” the man calls, leaning on the counter. You glance over your shoulder to see who it is, ignoring his comment. “C’mon sweetheart, you’ve got my attention, do something with it before I die over here.” He says, a hand over his chest to emphasize his impending death.  

“If I look up arrogant in the dictionary, will I find a photo of you, Jake ?” You turn to face him, wiping down the spot next to him. He smiles at you. 

Hangman’s favourite pastime was bugging you. 

You’d been in San Diego since the end of April, your parents sending you down to spend the summer with your grandparents. Instead of relying on them for everything and to avoid spending the whole summer with grandfather and his war facts or your grandmother and her garden, you opted to find a job. 

Penny was more than happy to have the help, especially during the evening rush. You worked most afternoons, the occasional weekend in between. That’s where you met Hangman, or Jake as you call him. 

“If you’re not gonna love on me, can a guy at least get a beer, sunshine ?” he calls, the new nickname catching your attention. 

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Secret Girlfriend

-- Just a cute little thing about how the team finds out that Hangman has a girlfriend. It started out as a bullet point headcanon list but I decided to make them little blurbs instead.

Taglist:@mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1999 --

Coyote finds out when he finds her asleep on his best friend. Her head gently rising as he breathes, his hand tracing her facial features. Jake’s listening to music on his headphones, and he doesn’t know anyone’s watching. 

Javi feels a little funny, like he’s not supposed to be seeing this and he needs to leave but he can’t deny it’s really sweet to see Jake like that, especially when Hangman coughs and she stirs and he spends the next minute coaxing her back to sleep. 

From the darkness he can even see Jake’s smile when his girl nuzzles her face in his sweater as she dozes off. 

Bob figures it out when he accidentally steps into the wrong hangar. He’s not fully awake yet and he ran out of the house too late to get some coffee in his system. His eyes are still a little blurry from the night and his brain is groggy but he swears he can see a picture on Jake’s dashboard. He knows he’s not supposed to look, especially since it’s not a crime for him to have a picture, it’s just out of character.

 Bob climbs up the ladder and sneaks a peak. He’s half expecting a picture of Jake himself to stare back but it’s a girl in a cheerleading uniform kissing a quarterback. It takes a second for his eyes to spot the name on the back of the footballer’s uniform. Seresin. They look young but Bob figures Jake wouldn’t be carrying it around if they weren’t still dating. 

He leaves when he hears footsteps in the corridor, careful to place the photograph back where he found it.

Fanboy meets her during family day. She’s about his height, his age and she’s gorgeous. 

“Can I help you?” He asks. Maybe he can shoot his shot at a date, it’s been a while and he’s out of practice but hey, he can always try.

“I’m looking for my boyfriend” Her voice is nice, soft, shy but it doesn’t dampen the disappointment.

“What’s his name?”

“Jake Seresin?”

Oh. At first he thinks the poor girl missed the fact that Hangman’s not the girlfriend type, but then her phone rings and he can hear Jake’s voice through the receiver.  Fanboy makes his exit before Hangman arrives. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see him, but he figures that if Jake goes through such lengths to keep his relationship private, he probably doesn’t want Fanboy sticking around. 

Harvard, Yale and Halo see him waiting inside of a coffee shop. He’s on his phone and they debate going in to say hi, but before they finish that thought a woman sits down in front of him with a coffee and Hangman smiles so genuinely and so happily that there’s really no mistaking who she is to him. 

She takes a sip, some of her hair dips into the foam and sticks to her lip. Jake leans forward and brushes it aside, he’s so distracted he knocks his coffee over and they scramble to move everything away from the spreading liquid, then, they look at each other and laugh.

Omaha finds out because he knows her. 

His girlfriend has invited a few people over for dinner and they’re bringing partners. She walks in first, a bouquet of bright pink roses and a bottle of wine in her hand for the hosts and he follows suit. It takes a second for Jake to notice Neil just sitting there on the couch, staring at him with eyes as wide as plates, but when he does, he shoots him a look saying “We will never speak of this again”. 

Omaha doesn’t. He sees Jake relax around his girl. He sees him being nice, funny and caring and Neil figures she’s good for him, so why ruin it by telling.

Rooster finds out when he pulls up to Jake’s house one day after training to bring back the jacket he forgot. He rings the doorbell and a woman answers. She’s wearing a shirt too big to belong to her and some bike shorts barely sticking out of the bottom. 

“Hi” She says, clearly confused. Rooster lets out a nervous cough

“I need to return something to Jake”

“Why don’t you come in?”

She turns around and leads him up the stairs to a living room and a kitchen. There’s pictures on the walls, one of those scratch-off maps of the world. There are pizza boxes on the kitchen table and Rooster recognises Jake’s usual order. 

Hangman saunters in a few minutes later with a can of something and looks at him like a deer caught in headlights. 

Rooster just hands him the jacket and leaves. 

Phoenix finds out last, when she and the team step out of the carrier after a mission. They’re just chatting when suddenly a dog beelines for the group. A woman runs after the pet, trying to catch it before it jumps and Hangman falls to the floor with a loud “THUD”. The dog circles him a few times, licking every inch of his person. He curls up on the floor, giggling.

“I’m so sorry! I swear I was holding her, the lead snapped and --” She grabs the dog by the collar and moves her away Jake. He stands up and smiles. 

Then, suddenly remembering where he is when his girl's eyes glance away from him and towards the team, Jake jumps back into reality.

“Err -- this is my girlfriend. Honey this is the team”

“Hi” The woman waves

Everybody but Nat looks at one another and simultaneously decides to act surprised, largely to soften the blow for Phoenix, as she usually prides herself on her detective skills. The team’s not so sure she could take the hit.

Phoenix is almost mad. She would like to be mad, but as she looks at Hangman she recognises the way her dad looks at her mom even after thirty years of marriage and three kids. 

She sees the look she has judged relationships by: “if he doesn’t look at me like that, then I’m wasting my time”. Phoenix can recognise pure, unadulterated True Love when she sees it. 

And she understands him then, because if she was to find her own True Love, she might not want to share them either.

M.U.R.P.H // Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: An undisclosed pregnancy that you and your husband try keeping a secret ends up being the reason you end up in hospital during a PTI session with the Dagger Squad.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Pregnancy. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Mild Angst.

Author Note: Happy Saturday! This is pretty self indulgent but I final finished this one-shot that’s been in my drafts forever.

“Alright team.” Pete Mitchell, although overworked and severely underpaid for the crap he put up with–grinned ear to ear at his group of elite Naval Aviators who sat before him after debriefing this morning's training exercise. “As you know, this weekend is Memorial Day weekend and the Admirals have decided to get a jump start on the events.” 

“Are we getting a long weekend?” Fanboy beamed hopefully as he sat up a little straighter. “Please tell me we’re getting a long weekend—“ He hoped that if he asked with enough conviction in his voice the answer would be yes. However, he hadn’t noticed you standing at the back of the room. A protective hand over your barely visible baby bump. Waiting for the right moment to make your presence known. Bob had noticed though—he was already dreading what was to come. He hated Memorial Day. Not because he didn’t want to pay respects to those who had fallen, no. He’d honour the fallen every damn day if he had to. 

So long as he didn’t have to participate in Murph.

You’d been his PTI during his time in Lamoore. You were the first Bradshaw he’d met and before he later Met Bradley Bradshaw and put two and two together that the two of you were married–nothing had ever made more sense. 

Bob’s heart had sunk into his ass when he found out you were being transferred to North Island. You were somewhat of a hard task master when it came to gruelling training sessions and Memorial Day always gave you free rein to send anyone packing with their tail between their legs if they couldn’t keep up. 

You were, however, a solid friend. When you weren’t working, you were the life of the party. The brightest smile in the room and always the one who everyone gravitated towards. Much like Bradley, you two always seemed to get the party started. Whether it was playing great balls of fire and singing at the top of your lungs—or starting an important dart night that saw a permanent tally board hung up beside the much too loved dartboard. There had been a time or two where you’d challenged the strongest of the bunch to an arm wrestle—Bob was always the first to bow at your bark. Not one to challenge anything you said, hell he’d do just about anything you told him to do….

So long as he didn’t have to participate in Murph. 

Bob had never been one to believe in soulmates before he saw you and Bradley together, he’d never met two people more suited for each other. But neither of you needed to hear that from him–you’d already managed to figure that out on your own. 

“No, Fanboy—“ Maverick sighed as he gestured for you to make your way to the front of the class. “No you aren’t getting a long weekend, what you are getting though, is a killer workout with PTI Bradshaw.” You heard the mixed reviews your introduction received. You’d only just recently finished running annual fitness testing for those who needed to be re-evaluated. So the idea of yet another gruelling workout tossed their way wasn’t what some of the aviators had in mind for a head start on the weekend. 

Jake Seresin and Javy Machado however? Oh they were wrapped. They loved a challenge—they adored you and they certainly came over the challenges you loved to hand out. 

“Morning everyone.” You beamed as you handed Rooster, you beloved husband, who sat in the front row with a soft grin, a pile of papers. “Take one and pass them along please Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Your fingers lingered across Bradley’s for a few seconds as he smiled softly back at you with heart shaped eyes. He always thought you looked so different with your hair pulled back into a ridiculously tight bun. Your uniform made you look so different, nothing like what you looked like at the Hard Deck with your hair out and mum jeans on. Sitting beside him at the piano playing great balls of fire. A Margarita in your hand and his glasses over your beautiful eyes. Nothing like what you looked like tucked into his side, hair splayed every which way and silk pyjamas adorning your beautiful body. 

“Physical Training Instructors play a key role in developing and maintaining the health, fitness and well-being of our airmen. In the United States Navy, physical fitness is absolutely essential in maintaining good health and overall wellbeing.” Pete Mitchell had been required to say that little statement prior to any session he handed over to you. “Regardless of Rank, PTI “Agony” Bradshaw will be your superior for the next two hours—with that I hand you over.”

“Thanks Mav.” You chuckled, appreciating the way you were so respected by the veteran aviator. PTI’s didn’t always have the best wrap—so when Maverick commanded the attention of everyone in the room on your behalf it gave you a little more confidence each and every time. “Alright flyboys—“ You teased, turning your attention to Phoenix so you could address her too. “And Flygirl, today we’re doing MURPH—“ 

Your declaration was met with a choir of dismay and disapproval from at least half of the team that sat before you. Suddenly their shoulders were a little more slouched and their faces plastered with existential dread when they started reading over the workout plan you'd had Bradley pass back. No one liked doing MURPH, except maybe Jake Seresin.

“Ma’am, I think that sounds like a great idea—“ Hangman sent you one of his thousand watt grins as he played with the toothpick that sat between his teeth. “Don’t you think your wife here comes up with some banger ideas, Rooster?” Bradley did think you had some good ideas, he wasn't going to let you know that though–if he did he knew his workouts, his Personal Training sessions and his Fitness Testing would just increasingly get harder and harder. It had only been by the skin of his goddamn nose that you passed his last Multi-Stage Fitness Test. Bradley Bradshaw was a hunk and with that meant he himself was not the most aerodynamic of the bunch–Bob had passed with flying colours, although you did nearly force him to restart his push-ups again when you caught him cheating on range. 

“She told me what she had planned last night Hangman, I’m ready to go, brought my pre workout in my bag and everything—“ Rooster just sighed as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs as he brought his hands up to rest behind his head. “Piece of cake.” 

“I have never heard anyone say MURPH is a piece of cake.” Phoenix groaned. “Aggie, please–” 

“I don't make the rules, Lieutenant, I just enforce them.” You had gotten used to the love-hate relationship and animosity you received while you were in uniform, it was your job to make sure none of the navy’s finest aviators let their fitness fall to the wayside. “Now for those who don't know what MURPH is, i'll explain quickly then you can all take twenty to change, refuel, and meet me over in the gym.” As you pulled out the empty chair that sat vacant next to your husband, you used it as a footstool before propping yourself up on the desk. Clearing your throat before reading out the workout explanation on the sheet you'd distributed. 

“M.U.R.P.H is a hero WOD dedicated to Michael P. Murphy, the first service member to receive the Medal of Honor for service in Afghanistan, during a Memorial Day event on Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan, May 24, 2015.” Although there were more people sitting before you who didn't like the idea of such a gruelling workout, they did respect the fallen. “Michael's favourite workout was dedicated to him after his passing and thus, will be your workout today.” You felt the stomachs of everyone, all but Jake And Javy who just sat a little straighter in their chairs, drop.

“Today you will complete a one mile run, 100 pull-ups, expected to be chest to bar, 200 push-ups, 300 bodyweight squats, and to finish up we’ll run another mile.” Bradley crept a hand around your calf, thumbing your uniform as he squinted his eyes and bit his bottom lip, hoping you wouldn't add anything else to the list…..He should have known better. But he couldn't hold a grudge against you–not when you were four months pregnant and glowing. You were hiding your pregnancy well, it wasn't that you didn't want your friends and family to know, it's just you wanted to revel in the experience with Bradley for a little while longer before telling everyone you were both expecting. “Usually the twenty pound weight vest would be optional, but boys and girls you are some of the Navy’s finest Aviators, so you will all complete this course while wearing a twenty pound vest, none-notable people.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~*

In the locker room, Nomex Flight Suits had been discarded for workout gear. Standard issue work boots had been replaced by trainers, and any and all standards of professionalism had gone out the window. It was the one thing everyone actually did enjoy about having you as their PTI, you weren’t big on formality. As long as respect was there you couldn’t give a rats ass about if people swore at you or razzed you. It made the job just a little bit more enjoyable. 

The last thing anyone wanted to do while they were working out was keep a rigid and professional persona. 

“Man, sometimes I hate your wife.” Phoenix grumbled as the group walked out of the locker room with towels slung over their shoulders and copious amounts of pre-workout scooped into shakers. Bradley couldn't help but to laugh, he loved you so much, the wedding band wrapped around his ring finger was there to prove it. The tattoos of your name on his left ass cheek was also there to prove it. 

“I wouldn't let her hear you say that.” Bradley paused as he took a swig of his pre-workout before handing it to Jake who looked like he was pumping himself up for the fight of his life. “She’ll ‘accidentally’ forget to count your reps and make you start again.” 

“This is surely a form of torture–” Fanboy added as he trailed behind with Bob. 

“It's a hero WOD Fanboy–respect the dead.” Jake hissed, he was as keen as, the only one in the group who hadnt had a negative thing to say about your workout plan. “I don't know why you guys aren't more excited.”

“Unlike you Hangman, most of us aren't gluttons for punishment.” Payback teased as he came to sling an arm around Jake's shoulders. “Or degradation, considering the unholy things I've seen in your search history.” Jake and Bradley had grown closer in the past few years that saw them in North Island permanently, there had been more times than you could count where the two of them would stumble back to your humble abode, drunk out of their minds. There had even been a time or two where you'd caught them spooning on the couch when Rooster couldn't take the stairs in his drunken state. 

“None of which compare to what Bradsaw probably cops in the bedroom.” Jake was quick to turn the attention back on Rooster, sending him a smirk over his shoulder as he took a quick sip of the pre-workout they were sharing and handed it over. “Huh Rooster? Agony probably has you wrapped around her little finger.” It was no secret amongst the group that you were a power house PTI, you didn’t dish out any workout you couldn't do with your eyes closed, something that the Daggers really valued about you was your integrity. You were honest and kind and above all, you levelled with them. You weren't a hypocrite and you, as much as you hated your job some days, the constant pressure, the delayed onset muscle soreness, the gruelling workouts and the sweat, you led by example and practised what you preached. 

That didnt mean you and Bradley wouldn't reserve Friday nights for takeout and chocolate. 

“That she does.” Was all Bradley replied with, “Have you fucking seen her? She’d kick my ass any day of the week if I gave her any ounce of crap.” He was without a shadow of a doubt whipped, but Bradley had always been that way with you–ever since he met you at his first water survival training weekend, he was down bad. He’d been assigned to your little group that first Saturday and you sent his heart into the stratosphere the first time you smiled at him. He was still unsure if it had ever come back or if your unconditional love and admiration just kept it hovering in the ozone layer. 

“She looks like she's glowing.” Bob remarked as the group mixed with nervousness, existential dread and far too much ego radiating of one particular member made their way across the tarmac to the base gym you could be found in any given day of the week. It was your home away from home. Kitted out with state of the art equipment, a spacious and functional environment that was welcoming and motivating. “She's far too excited about this, oh my god.” 

Bradley knew you were glowing, but he also knew it wasn't because you were excited. He knew that it was because of the little one growing inside you, a mix of him and you. He kind of hoped it was a boy, but everyone always told him he’d make a good girl dad. Regardless–he just wanted to be a dad, his biggest achievement by far would be being a good dad.

“She really is.” Bradley beamed as he heard the unmistakable tune of AJR’s Burn The House Down blasting through your speakers, reading over the workout plan one final time as you sat on the sled track, legs sprawled as you hummed away in your own little word. Twirling the pen you held in your hand absentmindedly, Bradley’s voice brought you out of your concentration. Alerting you that the team was ready to be put through their paces. “We’re hear for your torture session, Agony, don’t hold back on Hangman though, he’s been gloating since, well–forever really.” Bradley teased as he offered you a gentle hand, helping you rise up from the felt sled track. You immediately felt a dizziness unparalleled to anything you'd ever experienced before. So much so you fought off the urge to succumb to the feeling of descent as you stumbled and stammered for a second. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Lieutenant.” You smiled, exhaling as you steadied your equilibrium. Bradley caught on immediately that you were feeling slightly uneasy, placing a soft hand against the small of your back as you cleared your throat and rolled up your sleeves a little. “Alright, So I’ve measured out half a mile along the airfield, so it's half a mile to and half a mile back– You can either run the tarmac or use the treadmill.” You explained to everybody standing around  listening in to what you had to say. 

“Can we break up the reps Y/n?” Payback asked as he shouldered Bob, forcing him to lose his footing slightly, stumbling for a second as he sent Payback look. “Or is it strictly 100, 200, 300?” 

“I don't care what you guys do so long as you get it done.” Your tone made Fanboy shiver, you could be a hard task master when you wanted to be. “Start warming up and we’ll get this show on the road.” Bradley was quick to sneak a peck on the cheek when the group started to disperse, all except for Hangman a little on edge about what was to come. 

“You feeling alright darlin?” He cooed, walking with you over to your desk where you’d left your water bottle. 

“Your baby is the size of a pear at the moment and she's already giving me a hard time.” Neither you nor Bradley wanted to know if you were having a boy or a girl, you wanted it to be a surprise, both having made lists that kept growing with names galore. “I'm just starting to feel really sluggish, which is hard to hide when I'm usually the energiser bunny on base.” 

“Dr. Richards did say you’d need to pull back a little the further along you get baby." It was hard to accept that you would eventually have to slow down, up until about two weeks ago you had been fine, apart from the morning sickness you had dealt with in the first trimester. Bradley respected your boundaries when you were both at work, knowing professionalism in the workplace was important to you, however–that didn't stop him from discreetly placing a gentle hand atop your stomach, finding the small baby bump hiding under your work uniform. The camo green fabric warping around your naval under his palm. “But that doesn't mean you're not any less capable, just means you’re growing our little boy which in my opinion, is pretty spectacular.” 

“Just means we’ll need to tell everyone sooner rather than later Roo.” You sighed, taking a sip of your water, not knowing that Phoenix had spotted the gentle touch of your husband's hand resting on your stomach for a brief moment. Her eyes wide in shock as her jaw slacked slightly. Phoenix though, the master of recovery, disguised her surprise when you turned around to round up the gang that were all in the process of warming up in some way shape or form. “Alright, we can stagger the start for those who aren't warm enough–” You side eyed Bradley as he scoffed at you, leaving your side to join his colleagues. “

“Let's go boys and girl, we’re doing Murph baby!” Jake hollered out, clapping his hands down on Javys shoulders, pumping each other up as you laughed, a smile creeping across your face. “Bradshaw! You gonna try keep up with the big boys?” 

“Think I might taxi with Bob.” Bradley replied, jogging on the spot before giving his lower back a little twist side to side. Bob just rolled his eyes, to the untrained eye he was the kind of guy who kept his shirt on during beach days, but he thoroughly enjoyed cardio. If Rooster's plan had been to taxi with him during the mile run he was in for a rude shock, but Bob knew he was gonna lose time in the pull-up department. “You ready to go man?” 

“As ready as I'll ever be for this kind of workout.” Bob groned. “If I say I twisted my ankle now, do I still have to participate?” The group all laughed at the near winge that left Bob's mouth, he really wasn't up for this today–but what you came back with made the gym explode with boisterous laughter. 

“If you dont be careful Lieutenant Floyd l’ll pack an extra pound into your weight vest.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Phoenix saw her opportune moment to strike about half way through the first half mile. Bradley was starting to show a red hume across his face, a thin layer of sweat had started to form across his forehead and Phoenix knew that if he was focusing hard enough on keeping his pace steady with one foot in front of the other, she knew he was in no position to formulate a lie. 

“So–Bradshaw.” Phoenix started as she came up to jog beside Rooster. “How far along is she?” 

“How far along is who?” Bradley replied as he kept his head straight, focused on the marker up ahead that indicated the turn around point. Watching as Jake and Javy booked it around one another, racing ahead of the rest of the group who had all opted to taxi their way through this. 

“Agony, she's pregnant.” Phoenix spoke with such conviction that Bradley found it near impossible to try and formulate a lie that would cover up the truth of the matter. “I saw you put your hand on her stomach, and I know you wouldnt do that if she wasnt pregnant.” 

“She's feeling a little off today, little spud is kicking her around a little.” It was all the conformation Phoenix needed to let out a little squeal as she beamed at Rooster, smacking him in the shoulder. “Ow!” 

“Why would you keep this from us! Rooster! That's amazing, congratulations!” 

“We just wanted to enjoy it for a while, just us, we haven't even told her parents yet.” Bradley explained as he made it to the turnabout point with Phoenix, both keeping each other's pace. “She's four months, we don't wanna know the sex, but everything is going the way it should, doc said she’ll need to start pulling back soon though.” 

“Ah, so thats why she isn’t participating in the torture.” Phoenix had picked up on the fact you weren’t participating today, she thought it was odd that you weren't but wasn't about to question it. She was scared you'd match her attitude and give her an extra 100 push ups. “Mrs Bradshaw is knocked up.” 

“Yeah.” Bradley chuckled, he liked the sound of that. “I had to beg her not to last night when I saw the MURPH file sitting out on the dining table, got down on my knees and everything.” 

“You couldn't have just talked her out of the whole plan entirely?” Phoenix whined, starting to feel a little more puffed from talking as she jogged with Bradley. Starting to really feel herself warming up. 

“Oh trust me, I tried that too.” Bradley explained, laughing as he remembered how that conversation ended. “She seduced me just to get me to shut up.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time Rooster and Phoenix got back to the hanger turned gym, Jake and Javy were already going ten reps for ten reps with their pull ups. Bob, Fanboy and Payback were just standing there, watching as they caught their breath and waited for Rooster and Phoenix to return. 

“Alright ladies, now that everyones back, there's no rest for the wicked.” You turned up the volume on the speaker you stood by before making your way over. “Lets hussle, clocks still ticking and the faster you get this done the less time you have to spend here with me.” 

Fanboy groaned as he turned to Bob, sharing a painful look of ‘I'm over this already.’ 

“How are you gonna break this up, Roo?” You cooed, coming to stand by your husband as you watched Payback and Phoenix get to work on the rig, everyone was working on their pull ups first. “If it was me i'd do ten at a time.” 

“I think I should be able to manage twenty-five at a time.” He smiled, mumbling under his breath in your ear as he leaned in to kiss your earlobe. “Phoenix knows you're pregnant by the way.” 

“What!?” You gasped. “How did she find out! You said we weren’t gonna tell anyone yet?” 

“Saw me touch your stomach before, figured it was a little sus.” Bradley cooed. “I'm sorry.” 

“No, no don't be, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” You accepted the reality, watching as your group worked through their reps, taking notice of Bob who was severely lacking in his rep range. “Floyd! Chin to bar!” 

“Yeah Bob, chin to bar.” Hangman added, laughing with that thousand watt grin he was known for. “Bradshaw! Stop trying to flirt your way out of this!” 

“That's my cue.” Bradley groaned, throwing his head back as he ran his hands through sweat covered locks. “Play nice please.” 

“Nope, hop to it Lieutenant–” You bit back, biting your bottom lip as you cautiously and ever so discreetly slapped Bradley on the arse, watching as you sauntered away with a little more pep in his step. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“I feel like my arms are gonna pop off!” Next was the push ups. Mickey groaned as he did his set of twenty as you came to kneel beside him. “You’re a vicious and cruel woman.” 

“Well I guess Agony is rather fitting, isn't it Fanboy?” you questioned through a soft laugh as you pressed a hand between his shoulder blades. “Retract your scaps, you're relying too much on your triceps, put the pressure through your chest and your longevity will increase.” 

“If i wasn't so mad i'd say thankyou.” He groaned, keeping on keeping on with his reps. As soon as he was done, Rooster started his, same as Payback. 

“Hmm, I'll take it.” You ruffled Mickey's hair, wiping the sweat you collected onto the thigh of your pants as you stood, feeling light headed as you rose too quickly. “Oh–” Your vision blurred momentarily as a slight ringing in your ears rang out, you tried to breathe through it, but you couldn't catch the feeling. 

“Hey Aggie, you okay?” It was Hangman who noticed that you were looking a little unsteady at first, but as soon as the words were leaving his mouth? You were going down. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as the dizziness from standing too quickly took over you entirely. “Oh shit!” It normally wouldn't have been an issue, but you'd been feeling a little unsteady all day. “Y/n–” Hangman was quick to move to break your fall, catching you in his arms before you could hit the ground. “Rooster! Get over here will ya?” Jake called out, Bradley hadnt seen you fall, he was too busy focusing on his push-ups. “It's Y/n.” 

“What's wrong?” Bradley asked as he stood, noticing you passed out in Jake's arms. “Oh my god, hey–” He cooed, tapping your cheek softly as he crouched beside you on the other side of Jake, the whole ordeal had grabbed the attention of all the aviators you had in your gym. “Hey, darling, you okay? Open your eyes for me baby.” 

You did, slowly, fluttering your eyelids with a soft groan as you tried to sit up, still feeling dizzy.

“Woah–easy there killer, what's going on? I've never seen you pass out like that before.” Although Jake was technically addressing you, Bradley held a palm to your forehead as he pressed his lips together, watching as you struggled to focus on what was going around you. 

“She’s pregnant–” The gym went completely silent at Bradley’s major announcement. “I gotta get her to the hospital in case there's something wrong.” 

“Bradley, I'm fine.” You tried to reason with your husband as he scooped you up and into his arms, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck before he stood. “I promise, I just felt a little light headed is all.” 

“Yeah, no I don't care, we’re getting you checked out.” There was a distinct shift in Bradley’s tone, before he was playful, enjoying the workout as much as he could but now? He was as serious as ever, nothing was more important to him than you, his family. 

“Bradley, I'm in the middle of instructing a class.” Again you tried to defend the unnecessary need to go get checked out. You really didn’t feel like it was that big of an issue. “I can’t just leave? Everyone needs—“ Before you could finish, Bradley was interrupting. 

“Guys? you good?” Bradley turned around, addressed the totally stunned and flabbergasted group who just looked at him like he’d just dropped a major bomb on them. That his wife was expecting, you were gonna be a mother, and he, Bradley Rooster Bradshaw, was gonna be a dad. “You know what you’re doing don't you?” 

“Uh, yeah–” Bob started. 

“We’re good.” Payback stammered.

“We’ll be fine, just go make sure everything’s okay.” Phoenix added. 

“What do you mean Y/n’s pregnant!?” Hangman asked, standing there with wide eyes and a confused expression. Bradley didn’t respond, he simply turned on his heels and continued on his way, carrying you over to the admin building on base to get you checked out. 

“Do I need to have the sex education talk with you Seresin?” Phoenix teased. “Did your parents never give you the birds and the bees talk?” Jake just sent her a look. 

“You fucking knew didnt you?” He called Phoenix on her cool calm and collected manor. Something was up. 

“Only for like twenty more minutes than you.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Take a picture, it’ll last long.” You pouted from your position on the hospital bed, hooked up to a heart rate monitor. Bradley sat beside you, hand in yours as he just stared at you. Trying to get a read on how you were actually feeling because he knew you weren’t telling him the truth. 

“Woah, that was incredibly rude, Mrs Bradshaw.” Bradley teased as he let go of your hand, leaning back in the chair he sat perched in. stretching his arms up over his head, enough so that the bottom of his shirt pulled up, exposing his lower abdomen for a second. An incredible sight. “I'm just doing what any good husband would do, you know, making sure your health is in top priority.” 

“I'm A Personal Training Instructor for the United States Navy.” You reminded your husband, deadpanning him as you swirled your palm across your stomach. Stupid hospital gown covering your small bump. “Uncle Sam pays me to make sure you keep your health in tip top shape, it's not the other way around.” Bradley sent you a childish lok as his snickered back at you as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Listen, I’m fine, I'm just not used to my equilibrium being so off, I got up too quick and lost my balance, I'm fine.” 

“Why don't we let the doctor be the judge of that?” Bradley sighed, leaning forward as he rose from his seat to kiss your cheek. You just accepted the loving gesture as he cupped your cheeks, swiping the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “I just worry about you, because I love you and if anything ever happened to you I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for not doing enough when I could have.” 

“Good thing I love you more huh?” You cooed, watching as Bradley sat back down as Doctor Richard’s entered the room. 

“That my dear, is not possible.” Rooster just managed to get his reply in before Doctor Richards smiled. 

“Well the good thing is there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with bubs from the ultrasound.” She explained as she read through your chart. “But it seems as though you’re experiencing some bouts of low blood pressure Mrs Bradshaw.” 

“Low blood pressure?” Bradley questioned. “That can just happen? Y/n doesn’t have low blood pressure?” He was right, you didn’t, but you seemed to have it now. 

“I can assure you Mr. Bradshaw it’s a very common occurrence during the first twenty four weeks of pregnancy, I wouldn’t be too alarmed as long as you manage it.” Doctor Richards addressed you as you sat up a little straighter in your bed. 

“How would you like me to do that Doc?” You asked with a sigh, it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy being pregnant. You did and you were so excited for your little one to arrive. What was annoying though was the fact you had been told to slow down, take things easy, enjoy the time you had with your baby. You were naturally a physically active person. Slowing down just wasn’t in your DNA. 

“Take it easy. Try to slow down a little? I understand you’re a PTI? Perhaps avoiding strenuous activity for the time being will help.” Doctor Richards explained. “Try to avoid making sudden movements, like standing up too quickly. It shouldn’t be a long term thing but for now? Monitor your systems, drink plenty of water to stay hydrated to increase your blood volume.” 

“Aye aye captain.” You groaned, saluting Dr. Richards as you slumped a little. Rooster caught onto your bad mood instantly, deciding to take over the conversation for you. 

“We’ll do our best Doc, thanks for checking up on her.” 

“Anytime—I’ll have your charts done up and send a discharge notice to the ladies at Reception.” She explained before leaving the room, giving you and Bradley a moment alone. He was silent as you walked Ike’s at him. Expecting him to say he told you so. 

“You feelings alright?” He asked softly. 

“I’m fine—just need a moment to truly process that my career is over.” You groaned, lying back as you faught of tears, it was the hormones, but not really. You just knew this day was coming. 

“What are you talking about?” Bradley asked, concern lacing his tone of voice as he sat as close to you as he possibly could. “Darlin—?” 

“If I can’t train, I can’t tell others to train. I can’t be a hypocrite.” You explained as tears fell down your cheeks. “I’ll go on maternity leave and lose my strength, my endurance, my body is already changing and I can only imagine what it’ll be like after having this beautiful baby.” You were well aware how crazy you sounded but it’s how you felt. “Bradley, I hope you don’t take this as me not loving every single moment of this because I am—“ You sobbed as Braldey held your hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m just scared of how becoming a mother is gonna affect the career I worked so hard to build.” 

“I understand baby.” Bradley tried his best to console you, he wasn’t going to tell you that none of what you were worried about was going to happen. He knew that there was a possibility it could. It had happened to other women before you and it would certainly happen after. “But if anyone can manage being a wonderful, caring mother and a fierce, incredibly talented career woman it’s you.”

“You think so?” You couldn’t help but to scoff lightly through your tears as you turned your head to look at your husband, so thankful for his every strong presence and support. 

“Honey I know so, we’ll do whatever it takes to get you right back to where you were before this little one came along.” He smiled, helping you sit up. “But let’s focus on you now? Alright, keep that blood pressure from dropping, keep you healthy and happy mama.” 

“Oh god!” You remembered the fact Bradley had mentioned to every single Dagger that you were pregnant. “Oh my god Roo, they’re gonna tackle us!” You leaned forward into your husband's chest as he laughed and kissed the top of your head. “I guess we better get back and get it over with huh?” 

“Yeah, better to rip the Band-Aid off fast than to drag it out.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time you got back to base, the entire Dagger Squad was waiting back in the rec room. When you and Bradley entered cautiously, they all stood up as if they were expecting life altering news. 

“Is everything alright?” Bob asked, you never thought his eyes could get any bigger—but as he looked at you with hope filled eyes, you knew you’d been wrong. 

“Everything’s fine.” You smiled, wrapping your arm around Rooster's torso. Pulling him close as he sighed and filled in the gaps. 

“Mum and Bub are doing well, just got a little low blood pressure to manage but other than that? Everything else seems to be just fine.” Everyone went quiet, all silently thanking the heavens above and those in it that nothing major had occurred. Until Fanboy said what everyone was thinking—

“Can we go back to the part where you’re pregnant and didn’t tell any of us?” 

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Emotional over the loss of his friend, as well as curious about what he might have left him (his dog tags? No, he would have left those for his family. Money? No, Ice wouldn’t leave him money…) Slider arranged to come into the attorney’s office a couple days later to receive his inheritance from Ice.

After he entered the man’s office, and introduced himself, shook his hand, was told “I’m sorry for your loss”, etc. the attorney handed him a plain white envelope.

Confused, Slider turned the envelope over in his hand. It was standard letter-size, sealed, with no odd bulges indicating anything other than paper was inside. And on the front, written in pen, in Iceman’s handwriting, were the words “For Admiral Ron Kerner.”

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He unfolded the paper, and read…

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  You get Maverick.

Love,

        Ice”

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make you miss me (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

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You’d met Rooster your first year of college. You had come out to San Diego for school with no expectations of what you might find. You were on your own, independent for the first time in your life and you were determined to find yourself. You wanted to let loose and experience college in its fullest, which meant going to parties and hooking up with boys and getting drunk on the weekends and everything else others’ tales of college promised. So when your new room mate invited you out to a bonfire at the beach that night, you knew you’d be a fool to pass it up. You went with her, giggling as you got to the beach, having already pregamed in your dorm before arriving. A drink was thrust into your hand as you arrived to the group and mingled around with the people there. You were beginning to get more than tipsy when your room mate grabbed your arm. You looked at her in confusion, but quickly understood. At the edge of the party stood a group of boys who were far more attractive than your average college student. You bit your lip as you locked eyes with the brunette of the group who’s eyes warmed your soul. His aviators were perched low on his nose, and he pushed them up as he made your way to you. Your room mate drunkenly squealed as he walked over, hitting your arm. You had to admit, whoever this man was, he was fine. And honestly, this would make for a memorable first college hook-up. “Ladies.” He greeted, lowering his glasses so he could send your room mate a wink. You laughed, taking another sip of your drink. You frowned, realizing it was the last of it, and your room mate realized she was out too. 

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Stars Above You Ch 19

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Now that Zoe has finally recovered from her injuries, she is able to finally go dress shopping. 

Having finally gotten rid of her crutches and going through weeks of physical therapy, Zoe was finally able to go to her first dress fitting.  

“Ready for this?” Melody grinned as she looped an arm around Zoe’s waist. With her were her bridal party, Amelia and Penny. It was a bit nerve wreaking to be here at a wedding boutique.

“Hello! Which one of you is the bride?” A bubbly woman said with a grin as Zoe raised her hand. The woman turned to her, looking at her clipboard. “Hi, my name is Camille! So why don’t you tell me about yourself and the groom–Bradley? How did you meet? How did he propose, and where is the venue? And who did you bring with you today?” She asked, making Zoe shift nervously.

“Umm…I’ve known him since I was born? I actually proposed first, and umm, it’s at Venue 808. I brought my Aunt Viv, my Man of Honor, TJ, and my bridal party; Mel, Belle, Jake, Callie, Amelia, and this is Penny, my Dad’s fiancée. But this here is my goddaughter and flower girl Iris.” She said as the woman nodded excitedly.

“Oh, exciting! Now why don’t you and your guests look around, and you can pick a few possible dresses. While they do that, I can take your measurements.” Camille said as Zoe began looking at the dresses. She was out of her element. Zoe had never been big on dresses.

“How about this?” Mel says, holding up a dress with tons of lace, making Zoe flinch. She hated lace and poof.

“No lace, and ugh, no poof!” She groaned as she skimmed through some more. She struggled to find something to call out to her, leaving her to the mercy of her bridal party, who were grabbing dresses left and right, making her nervous.

“Alright, let’s give these a go.” Penny said as she led Zoe to the fitting room with a smile. The first one made her gasp as it had a plunging neckline that would leave little to the imagination and a slit up the side that showed nearly her whole leg being held together with a belt. When she came out, she was bright red as Callie whistled loudly.

“I knew that would look hot on you!” She said as Zoe desperately tried to pull the dress up to cover her cleavage. The others didn’t seem to show much enthusiasm for the dress as she looked in the mirror.

“Hell no. This is too much skin. Callie, I love you, but hell no! You realize I will be in front of my C.O.s and my Dad, right?” She asked as the other woman just shrugged.

Trying on a few more, she was getting frustrated that none were giving her that feeling of this is the dress. Until she put on the next one. It was a simple dress, but it hugged her curves just right. Stepping out, the others gasped as she made her way to the platform. She turned to look closer at the dress. It was a long-sleeved off-shoulder mermaid dress with buttons down the back.

“Who picked this one? Zoe, you look beautiful!” Viv said with tears in her eyes. Zoe turned to look at her friends and family, shrugging as she admired the buttons on the back.

“I did.” Zoe looked up in shock as Jake gave her a smile. He had picked the perfect dress for someone claiming to not care or know much about weddings. “Figured Bradshaw would appreciate this one. The man is obsessed with your damn ass.” He said, trying to brush off that he had found the dress. Zoe stepped down and walked toward the man, who raised a brow and groaned as she hugged him.

“Ugh, why are you hugging me. Cut it out, Mitchell; it’s weird.” He said, pretending he wasn’t pleased to have picked the best dress. When he went to stand to get away, she refused to stop hugging him.

“Nope, I am thanking you. Get over it.” She laughed as he groaned before finally just allowing her to hug him.

“Zoe, does this mean you have found your dress?” Camille asked as she tilted her head with a hopeful smile. Zoe paused before looking at her friends and her Aunt Viv.

“Wait, hold on.” Lizzy said as she came into the room, surprising Zoe. She held a box in her hands as she smiled at her. “My Mom wanted you to have this. Your something borrowed.” She said as she helped secure the veil in Zoe’s hair.

“I can’t…Lizzy….” Her friend smirked as she rolled her eyes at her.

“Yes, you can. She insisted, and before you say it should be me wearing it, bitch I still will one day. But you know better than to argue with me! I’m a Kazansky, after all!” She laughed as she hugged her friend. “You look beautiful, and FYI, Bradley is going to have trouble keeping his hands off of you!” She giggled as Zoe snorted.

“So once more, Zoe, is this your dress?” Camille asked as Zoe looked at her reflection. The others were on the edge of their seats as Zoe turned toward them.

“Fuck yeah. This is the dress! Ohh…sorry, Iris.” She said sheepishly when the little girl giggled.

“You said a bad word! Daddy, Aunt Z looks pretty!” She said excitedly as she danced around in her seat. TJ gave Zoe a stern look for a moment before grinning.

“She does, like a princess!” He smiled as Iris shook her head, shouting no.

“Uncle Bradley said she is a queen, Daddy!” She huffed, making the others laugh as Zoe held her arms out to her goddaughter. The little girl hopped out of her seat and ran to her, giggling. Zoe was almost scared to look at the price tag, knowing that dresses could be expensive, but Camille smiled.

“Actually, I was told to mention that the—class of ’87 has paid? And a Mr. Slider said to say ahem…about damn time.” Camille said, making Zoe look at her in shock before quickly looking at her Aunt with wide eyes.

“They insisted and wouldn’t take no for an answer, sweetheart.” Viv said with a smile as Zoe began fanning her face blinking back tears.

“Shit, I am about to ugly cry. Why am I about to ugly cry?” She laughed as her Aunt hugged her. Zoe quickly changed into her regular clothes and stepped out of the fitting room. Camille was standing there with a smile on her face while the others were talking amongst themselves.

“Now I understand you also have scheduled your bridal party—well, some of them to look for their dresses today too. Our bridesmaid collection is to the left of the boutique. Let’s get everyone trying dresses today’s measurements, and we can get started!” She said with a smile.

Zoe wasn’t sure what dress she wanted them to wear, but she knew she liked the color dusty sage. However, after looking at several, she knew she didn’t want short dresses, and she sure as hell didn’t want the feathered monstrosity she saw before her.

“What about this one?” Amelia asked, holding up one with stars sparkling stars on tulle. She did like the stars but wasn’t sure if the dress was what she was looking for. The tulle seemed to be a bit much, and while the stars reminded her of the ones Bradley had put on their ceiling a few weeks prior, the tulle was a bit distracting. Amelia hummed as she put the dress aside as one of the maybes and continued to look through the dresses.

“Any chance you can find the dress for them like you did me?” She asked Jake, who snorted and bumped her shoulder with his arm.

“Nope. That’s on you, Mitchell.” He laughed as she stuck her tongue out with a huff. She watched as Iris looked through the dresses with a look of awe. Making her way to the girl, she knelt down.

“See any you want to try on?” She asked as the little girl looked around with a hum. When she saw a dress on a mannequin, her eyes widened, and she pointed excitedly.

“That one! So pretty!” She gasped as Zoe looked around for the dress. It was a white satin and tulle dress with faux flower petals and a satin sash that matched the color she was looking at for the other’s dresses. 

Finding her size, she led her to the dressing room as the girl danced excitedly. When the girl saw her reflection, she gasped and spun around.

“So pretty! Aunt Z, I want it!” She giggled as Zoe led her out to show everyone. TJ seeing his daughter smiled as she spun around.

“Has anyone seen Iris? She is missing the princess here!” He said, pretending to look for his daughter, who giggled. “You’re royal highness. Have you seen Iris?” He asked, dramatically bowing as Iris giggled.

“Daddy!” She said with her hands on her hips, reminding Zoe of Lizzy. TJ pretended to just realize that it was Iris and not a princess in the room.

“Oh my goodness! Iris? I thought you were a princess! But you always will be my princess.” He said, picking her up with a grin. Over the last few years, TJ had become a great Dad, and when Zoe looked at him, she saw her Uncle Ice. The reminder that her uncle wouldn’t be there made her tear up. There were so many people she wanted to be there that wouldn’t. Bradley’s parents, her Uncle Ice and Uncle Leonard, and the one that stung the most was her mother. She was reminded that most women shared this special day with their mothers, but hers never even acknowledged her. As if sensing her niece’s train of thought, Viv made her way over and quickly wrapped her arms around her.

“She was an idiot. And hey, you see that woman there?” She said, pointing to Penny. “That woman, despite having broken up with your Dad multiple times, always called to check in on you. She always sent holiday cards. As far as I am concerned, Penny is your Mom. And since your dumbass of a Dad finally put a ring on her finger soon, she will be officially.” Viv said as Zoe wiped away a few stray tears. Penny noticing Zoe was tearing up, quickly made her way over.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” Penny asked, wrapping Zoe in a hug. When Viv told her, the other woman scoffed, it was no secret that Penny despised Mallory. “Hey, you listen here, honey. I will do whatever it takes to make sure your day is as special as can be.” She said as Zoe gave her a smile.

“Thanks…Mom.” She said, not realizing at first what she said, but she realized how right her Aunt Viv was. Penny had been there for her for years, even when she wasn’t with her Dad. But she also worried she overstepped. What if Penny saw her as only her Dad’s daughter? What if she only saw her as a surrogate niece, not a daughter? Penny looked at her in shock for a moment before hugging her close with tears in her own eyes.

“I am honored that you called me that, honey. But if you rather call me Penny, I am fine with that. But I will always see you as one of my daughters—even if I wasn’t marrying your Dad.” She said, wiping away Zoe’s tears.

“I LOVE THIS ONE!” Shouted Mel as she looked at the dress Lizzy was holding up. Zoe looked toward her friends and gasped. The dress was the dusty sage she was looking for and was beautiful. The dress was an A-line silhouette with a halter neckline in soft tulle. The waist had a two-band detail that cinched the waist. The back was a spaghetti strap cross detail, a delicate ruching flowed from the fitted bodice onto the long and flowy circle skirt.

“Y’know, I like this one too. Camille, could we get fitting rooms for them to try this one?” Zoe asked as Camille came back with a grin.

“Of course! Now I understand you have another coming? You mentioned on the phone your fiancé has a grooms-woman that will need a dress too. Will she be here soon?” She asked just as Natasha came running in with a grin.

“Sorry, I’m late. What did I miss?” Nat said as Zoe gave her a hug.

“You missed Seresin here actually helping me find the dress.” She laughed, making Nat’s eyes widen as she turned to look at Jake, who rolled his eyes with a smirk.

“No shit, Bagman, I am impressed. But have you found a dress you want us to try yet? I just want to say I refuse to wear poofy. I love you and Bradshaw, but I draw the line at poofy and pink.” She said, making Zoe laugh.

“No poof and no pink. There are three that are contenders.” She said as Nat turned to look at it. Each of the women in the bridal party and Nat find a fitting room and try the dresses on as Zoe sits with the rest nervously. She hopes at least one of the dresses works for each of the women. When each comes out of the dressing room, she gasps. The dress with the stars looks amazing on Callie, but she notices Belle eyeing it nervously.

“Zoe, I love you, but I hope you don’t like the one Callie has on. As amazing as it looks on her, I am not comfortable with the side boob action.” Belle says hesitantly as Nat eyes the glitter.

“How much does that glitter shed?” Nat asked as Amelia brushed her hand on Callie’s shoulder and held a hand up. Nat winces and shakes her head.

“Please, no, glitter is the herpes of the craft world.” She said, making TJ and Jake snort with laughter. Zoe then turns to look at the dress Amelia is wearing. It is a beautiful ruched top chiffon dress with fluttery sleeves and a more modest top compared to the star dress.

“Oh snap! Zoe, this one has pockets!” Amelia says excitedly as Zoe takes in the dress with a hum. While she does like the dress, it just doesn’t call to her. She then looks at the halter dress Melody, and Nat are wearing with a tilt of her head.

“Ohh, pretty!” Iris says from Zoe’s lap as she looks at Nat’s lavender dress, and Zoe has to agree.

“I love that color on you, Nat. But be real, which dress do you all feel most comfortable with? Let me know now before I pick one, and one of you hates it. I can even keep looking if you hate them all.” She says before she hears Jake snicker again.

“Can we just address the fact that Phoenix here is in a dress?” He laughs as the woman glares at him, making him laugh harder.

“I like the halter one, and it does have a bit of an open back which I am a fan of.” Callie said as the others in different dresses looked at it.

“It does give off Greek Goddess vibes, and that kinda makes me think of your callsign. Which is a fun little nod.” Melody says with a grin as the others laugh.

“I do like the lack of glitter.” Nat laughs as Callie gives her a wink.

“What, you don’t want to spread craft herpes at the wedding?” The aviators all laugh as Penny sighs, trying to hide her own laughter, but that changes when TJ clears his throat.

“Let’s please not teach my kid the word herpes. It’s bad enough someone already taught her s-h-i-t.” TJ says with a stern look making the others laugh even harder.

“Wait, who taught her the word shit? Was it you, Zoe?” Callie asked with a snicker as the brunette glared at her.

“NO, MAV!” Iris shouted with a giggle. Penny and Viv, at that point, are in tears from laughing. After the others tried on the halter dress, they all agreed it was the one they preferred, and Zoe grinned.

“Then damn, I think we found the dress. That was easy. And you know, Nat, I think I like that color on you instead of having you wear the same green as the others.” She grinned. Zoe knew she had been lucky some brides took months to find the perfect dress for their bridal party.

“I have to say you all are the easiest group I’ve ever had. Now, if you could go to the front desk, I can get your information, and you can order the dresses.” Camille said with a smile as she also handed Zoe a folder with information on each dress she selected today and the color swatches she chose.

That night when Bradley came home after spending the day with her Dad, he found her in the kitchen. She was sitting on the counter eating a pint of Snickers ice cream when he walked into the room, grinning. He placed his hands on her knees and moved to stand between her legs with a hum. She wore a cotton navy blue lace-trimmed thong with stars on and one of his tees. It was a sight he always loved to come home to.

“Honey, you are too damn cute when you do that little dance when you eat food you like.” He said when she took a bite and unconsciously wiggled happily. He leaned forward and kissed her as she smiled up at him and offered him a bite. Knowing she didn’t share with everyone, he took a bite and smiled.

“I found my dress today and one for the girls too.” She hummed as he wrapped her legs around his waist with a grin.

“Oh? And what can you tell me about it?” He asked as she giggled. She ate another bite of ice cream before offering him another.

“Most I can say is curves for days.” She said as his eyes widened, and he let out a moan before kissing her.

“Sweetheart, you are killing me here. I love your curves!” He said as she placed the ice cream down to wrap her arms around him. “Can’t wait until you are finally my wife. Zoe Bradshaw.” He beamed as she pulled him down for a kiss.

“I will never get tired of hearing that.” She moaned as he deepened the kiss. “So we have a venue, a photographer, the dresses are settled…does that mean we can start trying food and cake?” She asked, making him chuckle.

“That’s my girl. I love you, Zoe.” Bradley whispered as he carried her up to their room. He gently laid her on the bed before stripping down to his usual sleepwear. Crawling into bed behind her, he pulled Zoe close, kissing her.

“I love you, Bradley Bradshaw. And I can’t wait to be your wife. Officially that is. Do you think the venue would let us bring Rio? Like what if he had a little bowtie and walked down the aisle with Sophie and Iris? ‘Cause he’s a big baby–our big baby.” Zoe giggled as Rio strutted into the room and jumped onto the bed.

“We never should’ve let him sleep in the bed as a puppy. Between you and him, you two take up the whole bed. And you two are too fucking adorable to stay mad at.” He laughs as Zoe rolls her eyes with a snort.

“Oh please, you are a human furnace, and hold me close like I am a damn teddy bear.” She laughs as she kisses him. His mustache tickles her shoulder when he trails kisses with a grin, making her squirm.

“Well, maybe you just wear too much to bed, pretty girl. Could always take my shirt off.” He grins as he slips his hands under the black tee making her snort.

“You mean my shirt? This one is mine!” He hums in disbelief, shooting her a playful wink.

“If you say so, you little gremlin. You’re lucky you are so damn cute and that I love you, honey.” He laughs, giving her one last kiss goodnight.

“I know I’m adorable.” She yawns before falling asleep in his arms with that distinct Mitchell smirk on her lips.

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Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Rooster

Hangman

Bob

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Fanboy

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🤕= Whump 😥 = Angst 😘= Fluff/ Relationship

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Main Masterlist

Dagger Squad/Miscellaneous:

Fics:

The Bet (Dagger Squad x Reader) 😘 ✍

Ice Cold (Kazansky!reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Treading Water (Toddler!Rooster & Maverick) 😥

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Rooster & Maverick as Family) 😥 😘

Maybe (Hondo & Maverick as close friends) 😥

Another Year, Another Chance (Rooster x Hangman)

You Look Down, They Know You're Lying (Part One) (Rooster x Hangman)

🌟The Middle of Nowhere (dark!Rooster & dark!Hangman & Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

Aftermath (Dagger Squad x Reader) 😘 ✍

Juice (Floydsin) 😘

Meeting the Master (Hangster; IceMav if you squint) 😘

Last Days (Maverick x Iceman)

Sweet Sunsets (Vampire!Coyote x Reader)

HCs:

Dagger Squad Ugly Christmas Sweaters HC

Phoenix & Rooster HC

Random Detail HC for Each Dagger

Fics:

Old Friends (Rooster x Mitchell!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Poor Timing (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Ready When You Are (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Fight Through the Pain (Part 1, Part 2) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I'll Come Back (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Livewire (Part 1) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Hold My Hand (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Time (Part 1) (Rooster x Kazansky!Reader)😘 😥 ✍

Come Home (Part 1) (Rooster x Pregnant!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Happy Birthday, Rooster! (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

A Ghost From the Past (Part One) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

A Ghost From the Past (Part Two) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Mayday, Mayday (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

My Fault (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Secret Santa (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

🌟Nevermore (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

A Very Dangerous Game

One Last Time Around

HC:

Rooster x sick!reader HC

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

At Long Last (Hangman x Reader) 😘 ✍

Worth the Wait (Part 1) (Hangman x Bradshaw!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Adrenaline (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Too Much (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Zipper (Part One) (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Zipper (Part Two) (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

No Words (Extended Edition) (Hangman x Reader Soulmate AU) 😘 ✍

Make Me Forget (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I'll Be Home for Christmas (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

In Your Time of Need (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

No One Deserves This (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Last Kiss (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 🤕 ✍

Somewhere Out There Is Somebody Masterlist (Hangman x Reader Soulmate AU) 😘 ✍

Jake's Destiny (Hangman x Stripper!Reader series)

🌟 The One Rule (Cheater!Hangman x Wife!reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

I Won't Say I'm in Love

Never Lost

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Waiting for Someone (Bob x Reader) 😘 ✍

A Mistake (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I Thought I Lost You (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The Accident (Part One) (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The Accident (Part Two) (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

From the One Who Loves You 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

No Laughing Matter (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader) 😘 🤕 ✍

In Another Life (Miles Miller x Reader; Bob x Reader - soulmate AU where Miles and Bob are the same soul) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

Perfect

Forgotten

Brighter than the Sun (former Hangman x Reader; current Bob x Reader)

She's Imperfect But She Tries

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Out of the Closet (Phoenix x Mitchell!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

Beach Waves and Babes

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Bravery (Fanboy x Reader) 😘 ✍

..... More Coming Soon!

Gifs:

Great Balls of Fire (Rooster Dancing)

Great Balls of Fire (Bob)

Bob Doesn't Drink

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I'm Already There: A Bradshaw!Sister Series

Based on the song I'm Already There by Lonestar

Summary: Nick and Carole are truly in love with each other. They would do anything for each other and their little family. They'll always love each other even if one of the passes. They'll be with each other everywhere they go and no matter what happens.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing, plane crash, inaccurate medical talk, fighting

Pairings: Nick Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Nick Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Sister!Reader

Masterlist

Part 0

Part 1

Part 2