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Is anyone interested in an Outlander fanfiction ? It's quite hard to find here and I’m finally currently working on one (with our delightful William Ransom). If it works, I'm thinking of doing one also about Lord John.

Please tell me ! 🥰

This is a gem 💎 THANK YOU DARLING ❤️

It's so beautifully written, that's a really cute family 😭 and Mickey is jakuftjfkynlziveuz as always. I had a big smile all the read through, you're a genius and an excellent writer ✨!

Christmas ain't the same without you

Pairings - Mickey Garcia X fem!Reader (Holiday AU)

Premise - Holidays without your lover aren’t the same, you miss him with all your heart and he does too.

Word Count - 2.8K

Warnings: Some strong language, references to Pop Culture, allusions to SMUT, and a very brutal game of UNO

a/n - Thank you @labarboteuse for this wonderful request. I initially planned it as a headcanon but the holiday season was approaching so I made this into a holiday fic. I hope you like it <3 any and all headcanons/blurbs are mostly welcome.

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December 25, Christmas Eve

“...and then Phoenix lost her shit and then we had to group up and shield Harvard from getting waterboarded by her.” Mickey’s face on your phone was scrunched up in delight, as he laughed recounting the tales of Christmas at the base to you.

You touched your screen as if it were his face.

Mickey was your best friend, your husband, and the love of your life.

Staying away from him while he was deployed was difficult, and you handled it like a champ. Occasionally, though, sadness would loom over you unexpectedly. Like waking up and reaching out for him, and meeting the empty side of the bed. Accidentally making two cups of coffee in the morning. One day, when you realized he was not there when you called him, you broke down in tears.

But nothing hurts like not having him home during the holidays for the first time.

When Abuela Juliana bribed you with her homemade caramel cupcakes, you couldn't say no to Mickey's family; his parents, his brother Edgar and his wife Veronica, and their four-year-old twins Camillo and Ariana.

As a single kid, you were sent to boarding school away from home. You hardly knew your parents, and they were always on some crazy trip to Europe every year during Christmas. Celebrating the holidays with his family made you feel at home. Abuela would never let go of a chance to remind you that it was your home too, and you and Veronica were her granddaughters.

You had been reading in Mickey's old room, halfway through an Agatha Christie novel from his bookshelf before he called. It was cozy, with a makeshift space near the window to read, and a lot of Star Wars and hip-hop posters everywhere on the walls.

“How was Christmas?” he asks you, smiling at the camera.

“It was perfect. Abuela kept her promise, making a batch of caramel cupcakes just for me. Camillo and Ariana almost caught Edgar placing the gifts under the tree, but Veronica and I distracted them with Spongebob Squarepants.”

“Clever.”

“Marina and Carlos banned me from the kitchen because I tried to help them, and then fed me your share too.” you sighed.

“God I hope you didn’t eat all the cupcakes, share it with Edgar and Ariana too.” he shrugged.

"No way. Nu-uh" you nodded and snuggled under the covers.

Mickey listened to you with a sad smile on his face, and it hurt you to see that he so clearly missed home.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be home Carino," he says in a dejected tone.

You just wish you could squish his face with your hands and smother him in kisses. He was sad, and you hated seeing him like that.

“I miss you, baby," you say.

He smiled, “I miss you more.” he said as he lay down on his bed. “I really wanted you to be my kiss at midnight.”

“Me too.” you sniffle, tears brimming your eyes as you recall last year when he was home with you, and held you close as you counted down to midnight.

“Baby…” he whispered, noticing your tears, “don’t cry, please.” His eyebrows furrowed with worry, but just as he was about to say further, his image shook around.

It was Phoenix on the screen now, smiling with a Santa cap on.

“Mrs. Garciaaa! Happy Christmas my girl!” she hollered. You wiped your tears and realized she was drunk.

“Happy Christmas Nat.” you smiled, as she passed the phone to Payback.

“I’m sorry Y/N, she’s been drinking like a sailor once we stopped her from waterboarding Harvard.” he sighed, the camera shaking as he walked because he was clearly swatting away Phoenix with his other hand. 

Rooster, Bob, Coyote, Harvard, Yale, and even Hangman joined in to wish you. By the time they handed the phone back to Mickey, you were laughing again.

“There's my girl,” he whispers softly to you, his brown eyes adoringly looking at you.

"Good night, sweetie." you breathe out and kiss the screen.

He blushes and kisses his screen, “good night baby, can’t wait to meet you.”

December 30th, 8 AM

You woke up to the sound of We Don’t Talk About Bruno blaring through the speakers and groaned at the fact that Ariana and Camillo were watching Encanto. Again.

As you walked downstairs, you saw the twins jumping on the carpet to the song, while Veronica sang along to it with a straight face.

“Tia Y/N!” Ariana ran to you as you reached the landing, pulling at your pajamas. “Come on! Watch Mirabel with us.” She could not say Encanto yet, so she just called the movie Mirabel.

“Let her breathe Mija!” Abuela called out to her as she walked up to you, handing you a bag. “Another fresh batch.” she winked at you and you stood there, mouth agape, “Abuela you’re spoiling me.”

"Ah, nonsense!” she laughed and held your hand. "Walk me to the kitchen. I need to bake more.”

You walked her to the busy kitchen, with Edgar, Marina, and Carlos running around and helping each other.

All of them were speaking in rapid Spanish at once, and you had no idea what they were saying even though it was your third language.

“So, what shall I do?” you asked, and as soon as you did, all four of them turned to you screaming, “No!”

You were taken aback, looking at them with wide eyes as Carlos took you by the shoulders and pushed you into the living room. “When I said you and Veronica were banned from cooking for the holidays, I was serious.”

He made you sit next to Veronica, who was trying not to laugh and stood in front of you. “Ladies, you both worked day and night for the entire year. It’s time for you to relax, watch a movie, talk about whatever ladies talk about, and leave the work to us.” He pointed to himself.

Mickey really was his father’s son, because that’s what he would do whenever he was home. You never complained, his cooking skills were top-notch.

"What about Marina? Why is she working then?” you asked.

Carlos took a deep breath, and said, “I have been married for thirty years, Mija, and I could never tell that woman what to do because the only person she ever listens to is herself.”

“I can hear that!” Marina shouted from the kitchen which made you and Veronica burst out laughing.

9 PM

“Aw goddammit!” Edgar shouts as Marina slams four draw 4 cards on the table.

Abuela smacks him across the head as he realizes what he just said. "Sorry Abuela” he whispers.

It was almost 9 PM and snowing. The kids fell asleep after dinner and rewatched Encanto for the fifth time that day. It was quiet all around except for their laughter in the living room. Everyone was playing Uno next to the fireplace in cozy pajamas and glasses filled with hot chocolate. 

You were having a staring contest with Veronica as you both had only two cards left, while Edgar had ended up with half the deck. “What do you think, wanna drawback?”

“Never.” you answer, as Carlos places every card on his deck screaming “Uno!” and winning the game.

Everyone collectively groans as he gets up and heads to the kitchen for a refill.

“You know, if Mickey was here he would have won first,” Marina says as she starts to gather the cards.

"True! My first Christmas here, he almost made me cry because he won one-on-one all three times.” Veronica sighs as she rearranges her cards.

As on cue, your phone rings, and there is Mickey’s name flashing as a Video Call.

You pick it up to see him smirking at you, wearing the fur hood of his jacket.

“Good evening mi amor.” His voice comes through the speakers of your phone, as you see Marina nudge Abuela to look at you.

“Good evening, Mickey.” you smile like you always do, watching him on your screen. “Are you outside?” you ask, noticing the heavy jacket he was wearing.

"Yeah I was getting a bit bored sitting around in the hangar so I stepped out for a walk," he says.

You looked at his mother and grandmother watching you talk to him. Therefore, you sat next to them and extended your hand, making sure that everyone was visible to him.

Mickey's mischievous smile graces your screen, "okay, please tell me this is a game of UNO and Edgar ended up with half the deck."

Edgar threw up his hands, "Ma, are you gonna let your firstborn get insulted like that?"

Carlos enters holding his refill, “is that Mickey?” his face lights up when Marina nods, she hands him the phone, “Mickey! How are you?”

“Hey dad.” you could hear his laughter which always made your heart flutter.

Carlos takes a seat and Marina and Abuela surround him to talk to Mickey. Veronica takes the cards away from Edgar and sends him toward them. You both smile at how happy the family was to talk to Mickey.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Veronica gives you a puzzled look as to who this may be. You get up and she follows you to the door. “I swear if Camillo calls for pizza again I’m grounding him,” she mutters under her breath as you sniffle with a laugh.

Through the transparent window of the door, you could see a figure standing on the porch, but you didn't know who it was.

"Who is it?” you shouted.

"Uh, pizza delivery ma’am” a deep voice replies.

“See? I told you!” Veronica whispers as you unlock the door. You open the door, the cold air blowing inside the house as you wrap your arms around you and see that…

It was Mickey.

A wide smile plastered his face, while he held a duffle bag in one hand and his phone in the other. His heavy jacket was wet with melted snow, and his cheeks were pink.

“Told you I’d see you soon.” He breathes out in his normal voice, smoke coming out of his mouth.

Taking a moment to register what you were seeing, you realized that yes, that really was him.

Mickey, your Mickey, is back.

You break down in tears as you throw yourself at him. He catches you just in time, swirls you around, and wastes no time crashing his lips on yours.

You melt into him, the cold of his jacket being the last of your concerns. He breaks out and holds you closer, softly holding your face as you cry.

“Surprise.” He chuckles.

You punch him in the chest. “You could have told me!” you shout, but a second later you break into laughter.

You hear fast-approaching footsteps and look inside the house to see everyone rushing toward him. He puts you down as Abuela cups his face with tears streaming down her fragile face. "Mi nieto finalmente volvió a mí!” (My grandson had finally returned to me)

“te extrañé mucho Abuela” he laughs out, hugging her. (I missed you so much, grandma)

Carlos and Marina join in, and soon Veronica pulls Edgar and you in a giant group hug, a smile on everyone's face.

Until a strong wind blows through the porch, sending everyone shivering, and Carlos starts pulling everyone inside.

11 PM

And after an eventful dinner, everyone retired to their rooms.

Marina and Abuela provided Mickey with literally every dish they had prepared, and he happily ate them all. During dinner, he told the entire story of how he got here. Apparently, Maverick gave everyone a week off because the practice exercises were postponed for yet another week due to increased air traffic. Instead of telling anyone, Mickey wanted to surprise them all.

You unpacked Mickey’s bag and put out some nightwear for him while he was showering. You changed into sweatpants, turned off the lights, and sat next to the window. Watching the snow fall from the sky, and the streetlight across the house, its soft rays being the only source of light in the room. You smiled as you saw one stuck to the window and it created a beautiful pattern.

The door to the washroom opens, and you turn to see Mickey coming out of it, his hair stuck out in spikes as he dried them with a towel. He was wearing the sweatpants you had kept aside for him.

Mickey freezes watching you get up and move toward him. His eyes do not waver from yours as he sits on the edge of the bed, and you stand between his legs. Taking the towel and wrapping it around his neck, he gulps as you dry his head. He takes a deep breath and relaxes as your hands skillfully move on his scalp. 

“Love it when you do that.” He sighs, smiling up at you. “My pleasure, Lieutenant,” you smirk, knowing exactly the effect it has on him.

His smile dropped, and you saw how his eyes dilated as soon as he heard that.

He grabs your waist and tackles you on the bed. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, and the next thing you know, your back hits the bed and he hovers over you.

The dog tags on his chest strike your chest, and his eyes rake over your body like he wants to devour you.

“You wanna kiss me Mickey?” you ask as you arch your spine.

"Do you think I'll just stop at kissing"? He asks, slipping his face into the crook of your neck as he begins to slowly suck on the spots that always make you go feral. "You're such a tease darling.”

He holds on to your wrists and pins them down on the mattress, caging you against him. 

You squirm under him. “Please…” you breathe out as he bites your neck.

Against your skin, he murmurs, "Please what?"

"Please kiss me Mickey” you whisper in his ear. And that's all it took for him to let go of your wrists and grab your waist, lifting you up on the bed and falling on top of you.

He didn’t give you a second to think as he kissed you that instant. Your heart hammered in your chest as his hands, cold as ice, started to travel under your hoodie, caressing your belly, and traveling up toward your chest.

Your hands rushed straight to his hair. You were heaving for air at this point, but he didn’t let go of your mouth for a second.

While he squeezed your breasts, you hissed and backed away from his lips as he grew impatient with you. You looked at Mickey’s swollen lips and flushed-out face as you exhaled, “your hands… cold… I-” he didn’t wait for you to complete the sentence as he got up and grabbed the heavy quilt from the end of the bed, bringing it over you both. He fell down on you, and you grabbed onto his clothes.

“Impatient?” His hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Shut up!” you laugh as you take off his sweatshirt.

December 31st, 7 AM

In the early morning light, your hands brush the space next to you, expecting to meet the cold blanket.

Instead, Mickey’s warm body met your palm.

You stirred up from your sleep, your eyes slowly opened to see Mickey’s face next to you, feeling his limbs tangled with yours under the quilt.

You smile realizing it wasn’t a dream this time, and your face heats up suddenly recalling the events from last night.

He opened his eyes, blinking slowly as a soft smile adorned his face. His hands moved up your body and he pulled you in. He planted a kiss on your lips.

"Hey." you smile.

"Hey." Mickey laughed as he kissed you again.

You fall into a comfortable silence, holding each other and living in the present.

Fast-approaching footsteps outside the room sent you into a panic. You only had a second before there were knocks on the door.

“Tia Y/N! Open up!!!” Ariana screamed loudly.

The two of you giggled softly as you put on your clothes. While you were fixing the bed, Mickey opened the door and got tackled by the twins.

"Ahhhhhh! Tio Mickey is back! He's here!” Camillo screams and runs through the hallway.

Mickey embraced Ariana as Camillo brought back a sleepy Veronica rubbing her eyes to wake up. In a matter of seconds, the twins pulled him by his clothes. “You need to watch Mirabel! Come on, Tio." Without looking, they ran into the living room.

Mickey looked back at you. “Who's Mirabel?”

Just as the opening lyrics of The Family Madrigal blared through the speakers, Veronica and you sighed together, "Don't ask."

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are most welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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Mickey Garcia Holiday One Shot Sneak Peek

All I want for Christmas is...

Pairings - Mickey Garcia x Fem!Reader

Premise – Holidays without your lover aren't the same, you miss him with all your heart and he does too.

Word Count - No idea,

Warnings: Some strong language, references to Pop Culture, allusions to SMUT and a very brutal game of UNO

a/n - Thank you @labarboteuse for this wonderful request. I initially planned it s a headcanon but the holiday season was approaching so I made this into a holiday fic. I hope you like it <3 any and all headcanons/blurbs are mostly welcome.

December 25, Christmas Eve

“...and then Phoenix lost her shit and then we had to group up and shield Harvard from getting waterboarded by her.” Mickey’s face on your phone was scrunched up in delight, as he laughed recounting the tales of Christmas at the base to you.

You touched your screen as if it were his face.

Mickey was your best friend, your husband, and the love of your life.

Staying away from him while he was deployed was difficult, and you handled it like a champ. Occasionally, though, sadness would loom over you unexpectedly. Like waking up and reaching out for him, and meeting the empty side of the bed. Accidentally making two cups of coffee in the morning. One day, when you realized he was not there when you called him, you broke down in tears.

But nothing hurts like not having him home during the holidays for the first time.

When Abuela Juliana bribed you with her homemade caramel cupcakes, you couldn't say no to Mickey's family; his parents, his brother Edgar and his wife Veronica, and their four-year-old twins Camillo and Ariana.

As a single kid, you were sent to boarding school away from home. You hardly knew your parents, and they were always on some crazy trip to Europe every year during Christmas. Celebrating the holidays with his family made you feel at home. Abuela would never let go of a chance to remind you that it was your home too, and you and Veronica were her granddaughters.

You had been reading in Mickey's old room, halfway through an Agatha Christie novel from his bookshelf before he called. It was cozy, with a makeshift space near the window to read, and a lot of Star Wars and hip-hop posters everywhere on the walls.

“How was Christmas?” he asks you, smiling at the camera.

“It was perfect. Abuela kept her promise, making a batch of caramel cupcakes just for me. Camillo and Ariana almost caught Edgar placing the gifts under the tree, but Veronica and I distracted them with Spongebob Squarepants.”

“Clever.”

“Marina and Carlos banned me from the kitchen because I tried to help them, and then fed me your share too.” you sighed.

“God I hope you didn’t eat all the cupcakes, share it with Edgar and Ariana too.” he shrugged.

"No way. Nu-uh" you nodded and snuggled under the covers.

Mickey listened to you with a sad smile on his face, and it hurt you to see that he so clearly missed home.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be home Carino," he says in a dejected tone.

You just wish you could squish his face with your hands and smother him in kisses. He was sad, and you hated seeing him like that.

“I miss you, baby," you say.

He smiled, “I miss you more.” he said as he lay down on his bed. “I really wanted you to be my kiss at midnight.”

“Me too.” you sniffle, tears brimming your eyes as you recall last year when he was home with you, and held you close as you counted down to midnight.

“Baby…” he whispered, noticing your tears, “don’t cry, please.” His eyebrows furrowed with worry, but just as he was about to say further, his image shook around.

It was Phoenix on the screen now, smiling with a Santa cap on.

“Mrs. Garciaaa! Happy Christmas my girl!” she hollered. You wiped your tears and realized she was drunk.

“Happy Christmas Nat.” you smiled, as she passed the phone to Payback.

“I’m sorry Y/N, she’s been drinking like a sailor once we stopped her from waterboarding Harvard.” he sighed, the camera shaking as he walked because he was clearly swatting away Phoenix with his other hand. 

Rooster, Bob, Coyote, Harvard, Yale, and even Hangman joined in to wish you. By the time they handed the phone back to Mickey, you were laughing again.

“There's my girl,” he whispers softly to you, his brown eyes adoringly looking at you.

"Good night, sweetie." you breathe out and kiss the screen.

He blushes and kisses his screen, “good night baby, can’t wait to meet you.”

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Full fic out on 30-12-2022

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Hair color

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!pilot reader (call sign Daisy)

Summary: Is it reader's new hair color that pushes Jake to finally tell her that he is interested in her?

Warnings: None

Hello friends! Here I am again after a hiatus. I've lost a bit of inspiration and I'm searching for it again. This on is a try, and will try to post a story once a week or every two weeks. Sorry for the quality of this one, I'm not very happy with it..

Comfortably seated on one of the break room sofas, she was reading the latest novel on which she had set her heart on while waiting for her turn for the day's exercises. She saw movement around her out of the corner of her eye and heard a slumping sound on the couch opposite where Hangman had just dropped himself.

She felt his gaze on her and breathed out deeply before taking a quick look over the top of her book and seeing him sunken into the couch, one arm stretched over the top of the backrest, the other hand resting on his thigh, his leg bent, ankle on the knee. He was playing with a toothpick between his teeth, his legendary pain-in-the-ass smile on the corner of his lips. She returned her gaze to her book and said, "What?

"What? I'm not allowed to admire the painting?"

She raised her eyes and turned the page of her book.

"I wonder what made you do that." He said.

"Oh Geez." She slammed the book shut and stood up, having no desire to hear his opinion, which she didn't care about, but which he would feel compelled to give.

"Eh eh." He chuckled and stood up in turn to face her and stop her from going any further.

"Jake refrain from saying anything, no one cares what you think."

He chuckled and took her hand to pull her towards him when she tried to step around him and she instinctively took a step back. He raised his other hand and tucked her hair behind her ear in a more tender gesture than she would have expected from him.

"It looks good on you. It gives you a sexier, femme fatale feel."

She raised her eyes once more and tried to withdraw her hand of his by making a step backwards but he drew it again towards him more firmly, as to avoid entering in collision with his chest she put the palm of her free hand on this one. A cloud had formed in her brain and all her thoughts were swirling, one caught in the other, without ability to think clearly. What was happening?

"Come on sweet Daisy, why are you resisting? Any resistance only fuels this sexual tension between us, you know that."

For far too long the two pilots had known each other and hung around without anyone being able to clearly define the nature of their relationship. One day they seemed to be getting along fine and the next one they could barely stand each other's presence. They had graduated the same year and lost touch afterwards, each trying to take their careers to the next level, sometimes hearing about the other's accomplishments. Hangman and Daisy had become acquaintances who had just been graduated Top Gun at the same time, yet at that time they had constantly seemed like an old couple. And while they had lost touch, fate had brought them together for the most important mission of their careers. 

To say that they were not attracted to each other would have been a lie but they preferred to put all their energy into showing that they hated each other, they alone were still trying to convince themselves of this while everyone around them exasperated by their behavior were only waiting for one thing, that they finally end up having sex.

He slipped his second hand between her kidneys and a smirk stretched his lips which were only a few inches of hers and the tingling that she had so much been able to feel near him woke up in the bottom of her stomach.

"I have to admit, you used to have an effect on me, but this color... makes you look so much wilder."

"Jake shut up."

He was about to retort when their names were heard through the radio indicating to them to gain their respective planes for the exercise. Without undoing her glance of his she moved back and he let fall his hands slipping them in his pockets while following her out of the room and in the corridor.

"I've got your back dear Daisy." He said as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes resting on her ass. "As always." He added with a sly smirk as she rolled her eyes once again.

He may have been talking about her butt, but once they were in the air it couldn't have been more true. If there was one person Hangman never turned away from in flight, it was Daisy. And it was for this reason that everyone quickly realized that there was something between the two pilots. Even if no one could ever say what it was.

To her surprise, Jake didn't insist, no mockery, no reflections of any kind, just his usual haughty and overconfident air, even sometimes looking elsewhere. She didn't see him again all day, which annoyed her because she had been waiting for that. They had been circling each other years ago, they were still circling each other now, and even today she wasn't going to tell him clearly what she wanted from him, what she wanted from them. After all he obviously didn't intend to do it either, perhaps because in his case he only wanted to have fun? That's why she didn't say anything, their expectations were probably different. While she was ruminating lost in her reflections, she was drawn into a corner of the corridor that led her to the locker room, let out a cry of pure surprise that was muffled by a hand over her mouth. Her raised eyebrows frowned as she saw the blonde head standing proudly in front of her. Grabbing the hand over her mouth she abruptly withdrew it.

"What the hell are you doing Seresin?" She hissed.

"I needed a moment alone with my favorite rival."

"Oh the quota of time to be able to be alone with you has far exceeded today." She said dryly.

His sly smile stretched enough to reveal his white teeth that dressed up his perfect smile. As far as she could remember and no matter what the circumstances, she had never seen him not smile.

"It didn't seem to bother you earlier though."  Eyebrow raise number 764830862 which made him chuckle. "Stop acting like it really bothers you."

"What do you want? You have two minutes."

"You. And I'm afraid that's not enough."

He moved toward her, forcing her to back away and she bumped into the cold wall. As he had done earlier in the afternoon, he tucked her hair behind her ear and shivers ran down her spine. He leaned in to place a kiss on her neck and she closed her eyes, slipping a hand over her waist he pulled her against him and placed his lips on hers. He gave her the most tender kiss she'd probably ever had in her life and she didn't expect to receive from Jake Seresin. He was the kind of man who would put you up against the wall and give you the best sex you could get, taking away the use of your legs for a while. She opened her eyes again as he pulled away from her and placed his hand on the wall next to her head.

"As much fun as this game has been going on now, it's probably time to stop playing cat and mouse."

She looked at him puzzled, not understanding what he was getting at. Had he found more fun elsewhere? Had he grown bored and found a new prey?

"We lost touch the first time years ago.” He continued.  “I'm not letting you go without saying anything this time."

"Who are you and what have you done with that arrogant dickhead?"

He chuckled and took a few steps back, reaching out to offer her his hand to take.

"You're the only one I don't want to be that dickhead with anymore."

"But still arrogant?" She raised an eyebrow as she took his hand.

"You can't take away my best quality." He replied with his usual arrogant smile which had the merit of making her laugh. "Let me have your back dear Daisy.”

As he had always done, he had always looked out for her and he would continue to do so, a little closer from now on.

First steps

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x wife!reader

Summary: Cyclone being the first and best supporter for his son.

Warnings: relatively short, not really good quality sorry about that.

"Okay buddy, here we go, you can do it."

Intrigued by Beau's words you heard from the kitchen, you frowned curiously and headed for the living room. Stopping between both rooms you saw Beau standing, leaning forward holding Luke's hands, arms raised above his head, struggling to stand on his legs and trying hard to put one foot in front of the other. Amused, a smirk stretched your lips and you crossed your arms over your chest watching the show.

Seeing you out of the corner of his eye, Beau turned his head towards you with a huge smile on his lips and swiveled towards you, pulling Luke who was staggering on his little legs.

"Hey, look at mommy. Show mommy what a big boy you are."

Raising his head from his feet on which he was focused, his smile revealed his one small tooth and he gesticulated awkwardly trying to make his way towards you with his father's encouragement. You crouch down and stretch your arms towards him, encouraging him to come towards you.

"Oh my baby, how big you are! Look at you, you can almost walk!" You exclaimed cheerfully, Luke chuckling at the sound of his mother's voice.

"He's growing up so fast! It feels like yesterday that you expelled him from your womb." He says nostalgically.

"Oh oh, don't worry I remember it very well, as if it was yesterday." You say while laughing.

Being only a meter away from you, he knelt behind Luke and when Luke seemed to find his balance, he gently let go of his hands, placing them on either side of his waist, without touching him, to catch him if necessary.

"Come on little man. Show us what you're made of."

Luke glanced behind him as Beau dropped his hands and leaned forward slightly, as if looking for balance or a way to move forward. He turned his head toward you and you clapped your hands, arms outstretched toward him, to make him come. With great confidence, probably greater than himself, he lifted his right leg to take a step forward and stopped, perhaps waiting for the fall, which didn't come.

He then raised his left foot to try again and gesticulated, clapping his hands and laughing as he saw that he was still standing. Repeating the experience, he cautiously walked towards you with a huge smile on his face, little chirps of joy coming out of his mouth. When finally after a few steps he almost reached you, he stumbled and you caught him in time. Luke in your arms you clapped and congratulated him and Beau did the same joining you. Luke imitated you, clapping his hands and shouting with joy mixed with his high-pitched laugh.

"Our baby boy walks!" Beau exclaimed joyfully, placing a kiss on the top of Luke's head and subsequently crushing his lips to yours. "I wouldn't want to live this adventure with anyone else but you."

"And I with you."

Kinktober Day 2- Anal Sex

warnings: AFAB!reader, anal sex, mentions of anal toys, rimming, slight authority kink, mentions of unprotected sex

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Everyone knows that Jake Seresin is an ass man. He’s not subtle about it in the slightest. Every time someone with a nice ass walks by, you can guarantee his eyes are on it. Luckily for you, he has deemed your ass nice enough to fuck, and that’s just what he does.

He loves to bend you over so he can look at it while he fucks you. He gropes, grabs, and digs his nails into it like he just can’t get enough. Tonight, however, he wants something different.

“You want to fuck my ass?”

“That’s right.”

“Like… you want to do anal?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“As a heart attack, honey.”

He has you pinned against the kitchen counter, his knee slotted between your thighs to keep you trapped. You look up at him, the devious smirk on his handsome face filling you with equal parts desire and fear. Fear of how he’s going to break you this time.

“Think about it. No rush,” he says before backing away. You don’t need to think about it.

“I want to.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Right now.”

Jake grins and bites his lip. “Go get ready then, sweetness.”

You shower quickly, cleaning up and getting yourself ready for tonight’s activities. While you prepare, Jake sets out everything you need. Lube, condoms, a towel, and a plug from your little collection of toys just in case you want it.

When you come out of the bathroom, your skin is damp and you’re fresh faced, just how Jake likes you. He looks up at you from the bed and grins, and it widens when you drop your towel and make your way over to him.

“Well hello, gorgeous.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“All ready for me?” You nod. “Good.”

He helps you lay down on your stomach, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Once you’re comfortable, he grabs ahold of your cheeks and spreads them apart, letting out a groan when he sees both of your holes.

He can’t stop himself from lowering his head and dragging his tongue through your wetness, up to your tight, puckered hole. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, which makes him chuckle.

It’s not that you’ve never had anything in there before. He occasionally puts a finger or two in during sex, and you’ve used small toys, but you’ve never gone all the way. Jake’s delighted to be your first.

Jake opens you up with his tongue and fingers, going quickly out of desperation, but not so much so that he’d hurt you. He can be such a sweetheart sometimes.

“Ready for my cock, honey?” he asks, voice thick with desire behind you.

“Yes, sir,” you say, sounding so submissive with your airy voice and you know it drives him crazy.

He stands, and you can hear the click of the bottle of lube as he slicks his cock. Jake slaps his head against your hole a few times, letting you hear how wet he’s gotten you before he pushes the tip in.

The tip itself is a stretch, and it almost hurts as you tremble slightly. You whine, and he laughs at you.

“Come on, sweetheart, it’s not much bigger than those plugs you take. You can do it.”

After a few moments, Jake pushes in further. You can feel the slow drag of his cock inside you, and soon he’s deeper than you’ve ever had anything before. The burn has subsided, and you don’t even realize that you’re rocking your hips back against him.

“Greedy slut.”

Jake grips your hips to stop your movements and starts his own thrusts. They’re shallow and slow at first, but they quickly get faster and deeper as your tight hole works over his cock.

“Goddamn, baby, you’re tight as hell,” he groans in your ear, having leaned over your back to hit a new angle.

“Fuck, Jake, you’re so deep,” you whine, because there’s nothing that gets your boyfriend to fuck you hard like a little ego stroking.

Jake reaches around your body and finds your clit with ease. He rubs rough circles over it, pressing hard to match his deep thrusts. Luckily he has the stamina to keep up, because the position he finds himself in is difficult to hold.

You’re discovering that you don’t last as long when getting your ass fucked, because pretty soon your toes are curling and you’re grabbing Jake’s wrist, pushing him harder against your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you choke out, and the only response you get from Jake is a growl in your ear.

Your entire body tenses, then releases from your orgasm. You feel so hot all over that you don’t feel Jake’s hot cum filling up the condom.

He collapses, laying over your back and you’re thankful that you were already pressed into the mattress.

“Next time,” he pants, “I’m cumming inside that ass.”

Apparently .. Enjoy, daddy seems to have a certain effect on some of you (I'm asking myself why 🤔). The next stories to come weren't about Cyclone but I might think of a changing plan .. I love writing on him especially in this way and if you love that too .. well I guess I'm going to post more about daddy Cyclone!

Enjoy, daddy

Pairing: Daddy!Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x wife!reader

Summary: Cyclone receives an unexpected visit while at work.

Warnings: the sexiest daddy, short one

Beau ran his palms over his face, rubbing his eyes. These last few months had been particularly grueling since the birth of your son. With the work during the day and the nights marked by little Luke's awakenings, a permanent state of fatigue had set in with him as with you. He took his steaming cup of coffee on his desk then drank a sip while sinking in his armchair, his glance slipping on one of the photographs on his desk which had been taken a few days after the birth of your progeny and a soft smile stretched his lips.

He was about to get back to work when his attention was drawn to a knock on the door, which opened directly after that. The only person who could afford to enter his office without his permission, because he let it happen, was you.

First he had the stroller in his sights and then you, a far too cheerful look on your face. You never came on the base unless there was a problem, and from the look you had, that wasn't the case.

"Hey, there's my two prides. What are you doing here, is something wrong?"

He stood up and came to meet you, putting an arm around your waist while placing a kiss on your temple.

"Everything is fine, I was out for a walk with baby Cyclone when we thought you'd like it if we came to say hello at work."

He smiled and leaned over the stroller to pick Luke up, wiggling around as he saw his father's face. Holding him with one arm around his small waist and the other hand behind his head he kissed him on the forehead to which Luke responded with a chirp.

"It's a little far from home for a walk."

"It's good to get a change of scenery once in a while." You say passing the back of your hand over the little one's rosy cheek. But Beau was far from stupid, he had a very good intuition, a very very good intuition, you weren't there for a simple courtesy visit and he became sure of it when he saw the changing bag under the stroller, way too big for a simple walk.

"Honey..." He started to say suddenly realizing but you didn't give him time to continue, cutting him off.

"The diaper has been changed, the last bottle was an hour ago, there are three more in the bag just in case and everything you need to change him. You'll manage, you're the greatest daddy ever. I love you, enjoy daddy!" Sneakily kissing him you rushed out of the office to run down the hallway. With a stunned look on his face he tried to stammer something, some kind of protest as he followed you but when he came out of the office you already had left the hallway. He glanced around, no one, not a sound except the chirping of your son still in his arms on whom he returned his attention without knowing what to say. Father and son looked into each other's eyes and while Beau looked totally lost in what had just happened, Luke's attitude contrasted with his own, a big smile on his cute face, fidgeting in his father's arms, drooling on his shoulder. As he walked back into his office realizing that you had abandoned him the baby for the day, a laugh echoed through the hallway, a sigh of relief escaped his lips, knowing that laugh all too well. He then poked his head through the door and saw you appear at the corner, laughing out loud with one hand on your abdomen and the other over your mouth trying to cover the laughter.

"Hilarious, really hilarious." He says with a smirk, unable to blame you for a second.

"You should have seen the look on your face, would you have panicked at the thought of being alone all day with your son Vice Admiral?"

He gently shook his head in amusement and bent down to put the baby back in his baby carriage, wrapping him in his little blanket, then straightened up to face you, pulling you to him, putting his arms around your waist.

"I'd rather be alone with you, you deserve a little correction." He purrs in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck.

"If you arrange to come home early I think I can give you a moment once Luke is in bed."

"I'll be home by 7 p.m., be ready."

Well ... OMG THIS IS A GEM

First, Payback introducing himself to the baby got my heart jumping out of my chest idk why but I was like "Ooooooh 🥹". I want an uncle Rue. And second BOB OMG THE SWEETEST BOY. Finally I cackled with Coyote and Hangman.

You're a CHIEF.

Don’t drop my baby ~ Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Summary: The Dagger bunch meet baby Garcia

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!reader

Warning: None really, just fluffy :) with some minor cursing but that’s about it

Notes: I’m getting back into the groove of writing since I haven’t done it in a month, so I wrote a little something to get it out there. I’ve been busy with college and I haven’t had the time to write anything until now. Also, I know one of the pictures isn’t Fanboy but I thought it fit the theme for this one.. forgive me 🥲 Soo I hope y’all enjoy this little piece!

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The group chat has been going off since the arrival of baby Garcia. Mickey updated the chat with many pictures over the past couple of hours and everyone was excited to meet the new addition. The hospital only allowed three to four guests in the room at a time, so the group chat took it upon themselves to section into said groups. The first group set to go was Payback, Rooster, Halo, and Phoenix.

Mickey, the ever attentive husband, was nothing but a sweetheart to you and your baby boy. Throughout the duration of the labor and delivery, and now the recovery process, he was attentive to the needs of his family. Right now, he was sitting beside you on the hospital bed, watching how your boy was just gazing up at the two of you.

He was a mix of Mickey and Y/n, but you both could tell that he was going to have a head full of curls. Whether it be from you or Mickey, you don’t know, but he was going to be Mickey’s twin.

A knock interrupted the still moment and Mickey watched as his friends, technically yours now too, walked into the room. Phoenix was holding a little stuffed bear and Halo had a small gift basket with things for you and the baby. Payback and Rooster were the last ones in the room and held smiles on their faces.

“We would’ve been here earlier but Payback couldn’t decide on what flowers to get.” Rooster replied with a smirk.

Payback swiveled his head to look back at Rooster before smacking him upside the head.

“Don’t be telling them that! It’s not my fault that I didn’t know Y/n’s favorite flowers! We all can’t be as knowledgeable as you, bird brains!”

Rooster held the smirk on his face and shrugged. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Payback rolled his eyes and landed his eyes on Y/n and the baby. He looked so small in her arms and he could feel himself getting slightly emotional.

“Well would you look at that, Fanboy, you’re a dad now. How does that feel?”

“It’s a crazy feeling, man, but I’m loving every second of it.”

The girls went to your side, explaining the little things they had gotten you and showering you with compliments.

“Look at this little guy! He’s beautiful, Y/n!” Halo gushes while rubbing Y/n’s shoulder.

“You can definitely tell that’s Fanboy’s kid. I mean, just look at that hair!” Phoenix points out with a chuckle escaping her.

“What’re you talking about? What hair?” Payback jokes while looking at Mickey’s shaved head. Everyone laughs while Mickey glares at Payback and rubs his head.

“See, now none of you are going to hold him. I don’t think he’d be happy hearing you making fun of me. Plus I don’t want y’all’s dirty ass hands on him.”

Y/n flares at Mickey while swatting his arm, “Language! The sink is behind y’all, by the way.”

“Your kid’s not even potty trained, he’s not going to care about me making fun of his daddddyyyyyy!” Payback retorts while making his way to the sink, shoulder checking Rooster on the way. Both men slightly fighting over the sink/who gets to hold the baby first.

Payback makes it over to you first and holds his arms out for the baby. Y/n laughs at his eagerness and hands off the baby, showing him how to support the head and body.

Mickey gazed at his best friend holding his son and never thought he’d be so happy to see this moment come. He went back to your side of the bed and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, forever grateful for you creating his son.

“Hey little guy, I’m uncle Payback, or you can call me Uncle Ruben, Uncle Rue, it’s your choice, really.” Payback said while tearing up a little bit. “He truly is beautiful guys. Y/n, you did such a good job.” He then hands the baby off to Rooster who takes to holding your son with ease.

“Hey there, I’m your Uncle Rooster. God, you’re such a pretty baby.” Rooster bounces your baby around the room as the others gather around him.

“Hey, I meant to ask, did you name him yet?” Halo asks while stroking the babies head, in Rooster’s arms.

Mickey and Y/n looked at each other, smiling, before she laid her head on Mickey’s shoulder.

“Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Payback’s head snaps towards Mickey and Y/n, wondering if he heard it correctly. “His middle name is Ruben? Are you serious?”

“We wouldn’t want it to be anything else. You’ve done so much for me and you’ve saved my life more times than I can count. It’s only fitting that our son has that with him now.”

Payback’s eyes become glassy but no tears come out, as he walks over and gives Mickey a hug. He then makes his way over to Y/n and kisses her cheek, looking at the both of them with the utmost appreciation.

The baby then gets passed to Phoenix and Halo and they coo at the little boy in their arms. Rooster and Payback make conversation with Mickey and Y/n, while watching the two girls pass the baby back and forth.

After a while, group one decided to head out and give group two their fill of baby Joel. The girls left Y/n with a hug and a promise of checking up with her later.

“Don’t hesitate to call if any of you need anything, and I mean any of you.” Payback says while patting Mickey on the back.

“That includes you, little guy.” Rooster utters while gently poking the sleeping baby next to your hospital bed. In which baby Joel squirms in his sleep before settling again. Rooster quietly laughs to himself before turning to press a quick kiss to the top of Y/n’s head. “Get some rest, okay? You deserve it, little mama.”

Y/n smiled as both boys left the room. Mickey had a goofy smile on his face as he turned back to his wife. She looked absolutely gorgeous, as she always did. He thought that her being a new mom had made her glow even more than usual, but he knew that her becoming a mom had nothing to do with it, truly. She always had a glow about her, it was what drew him to Y/n. His best friend, his wife, his amor, the love of his life.

“Mickey, are you okay?”

He didn’t realize he must have zoned out while looking at her. He shook his head clear of his previous thoughts but couldn’t help the lovesick expression resting on his face.

“Yeah baby, I’m more than okay.”

Still a bit concerned, Y/n patted the spot next to her in bed, wanting to comfort her husband in some way. Mickey’s heart pounded at the gesture, sitting down, and wrapping both of his arms around Y/n. A content silence filled the room. Everything was as it should be.

“Are you sure you’re okay, honey? You spaced out for a bit there.” Y/n says while rubbing Mickey’s arm that’s around her shoulder. He thought her concern for him was endearing, considering she just pushed out a whole human a couple hours ago.

“I’m okay, baby, I promise. I was just thinking of today, the baby, and you. This new life we’re going to have together, and how happy I am that I’m doing this with you.”

Content with his answer, Y/n sunk back into his arms and dozed off into a much welcomed nap. Mickey knew the second group of his friends were going to show up sometime within the next hour so he made himself more comfortable and tightened his arms around your sleeping form.

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Group two eventually showed up but were quickly shushed by Mickey since Y/n was still asleep. He couldn’t really get up to greet them, with Y/n now sleeping on his chest, so he settled for a small wave. The group now consisted of Hangman, Coyote, and Bob.

“Look at you, Fanboy. A family man. If you wouldn’t have told us about your secret life a couple months ago, I wouldn’t have thought the day would come.” Hangman says quietly, out of respect for your sleeping form laying on Mickey.

Mickey rolls his eyes but otherwise smiles at the small, harmless, jab from Hangman. Coyote places down a small stuffed bunny he probably bought at the gift shop downstairs and his gaze lands on the sleeping baby in the carrier, next to the bed.

“Holy shit- is this him? Like this is ACTUALLY your kid?” Coyote says, excitement mixed with slight anxiety from being in the room with the tiny human before him. Don’t get Javy wrong, he loves babies. It’s just he’s this big macho man and he feels like he could accidentally crush this tiny human with the amount of excitement he has within him.

“Nah, he belongs to the lady that’s two rooms over and we decided to keep him.” Coyote gives Mickey a deadpanned look and it breaks Mickey out of his sarcastic state of mind. “Yeah man, he’s our kid. You can hold him if you want, but hold up, give me a second.”

Mickey maneuvers himself to lay you down on the small pillows on the bed but stops once he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to see Bob with a pillow that’s longer than the ones the hospital provides.

“I um, didn’t know what to get Y/n or the baby so I may or may not have asked Payback to let me into y’all’s house to bring the both of you some of your essentials. Phoenix and Halo helped me out and gathered Y/n’s things while I brought yours. They also told me to bring her pregnancy pillow? I know she’s not technically pregnant anymore but they said it would bring her some type of comfort here? What I’m trying to say is that-“

Bob’s rambling was cut off as Mickey lurched forward to engulf him into a hug. Startled, Bob moved back a bit but accepted it none the less. Mickey pulled away from the hug and gave Bob a smile, before turning and positioning Y/n the way she liked to be with her pillow. Once he was done, he glanced at the three men in the room, all of them huddled around the sink. He moved himself closer to the carrier and gently picked up his son. Baby Joel wasn’t too fond of the movement and started to whine but it only took Mickey a second to calm him down and to place him in Coyote’s waiting arms. “Meet Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Coyote was grinning so hard that Mickey thought it was going to stay that way. He was a natural, which surprised Mickey a bit but was comforted at the fact. He rocked Joel in his arms and softly spoke to him. What he was saying, Mickey couldn’t hear, but it kept a smile on Coyote’s face.

He then handed the baby to Bob, who was just as excited as Coyote to be holding him. Joel eventually woke up to see a new face and gazed in wonder at Bob. He hummed some tune that was unrecognizable to Mickey but the baby was pretty content with the WSO.

Mickey’s attention is then taken by Y/n, who was beginning to wake up. Upon noticing her pillow from home, contentment washed over her as she cuddled it more. “You can thank Bob for that.” Mickey winks at her before turning his attention to Bob handing the baby to Hangman.

Y/n made eye contact with Bob and mouthed “thank you” while shaping her hands into a heart. Bob lightly blushed and formed his hands into a heart back at her.

“Hey there Joel, I’m uncle Jake. You and I, we’re going to have so much fun together. Learning about planes, going to the park, checking out all the ladies-“

“That was starting to sound wholesome but then you brought up my son checking out girls and I’m gonna have to stop you there” Y/n cuts in from her place on the bed.

Hangman laughs while shaking his head at her. “C’mon little lady, I need myself a wingman, and little Joel here is the perfect wingman.”

Coyote stares at Hangman in offense, before hitting him swiftly in the back of the head, being cautious with the baby still in his best friends arms. “Next time you ask me to be YOUR wingman at The Hard Deck, I’m just going to let you figure that shit out for yourself.”

The room erupted with laughter as Hangman continued to sway Joel with the promise of him becoming his wingman once he gets older. Mickey disagreeing on it entirely, while Coyote sulks at being replaced by a baby, and Bob with a small smile on his face.

Y/n looked around the room. She knew that in her heart, no matter what happens, her son will always be surrounded with all the love in the world. Mickey and her were going to be okay. As long as they had each other, Joel, and their friends, things would always be okay.

Want to be sick and have him taking care of me

“Open your mouth” with Hangman 😇

pairing- hangman x reader

warnings- there's like 2 allusions to smut...so idk 18+? reader is sick with unspecified nonthreatening illness

length- 0.3k

an- i'm so sorry this is probably not nearly as smutty as you were hoping for…i don't even know who i am anymore how did i manage to take the sluttiest prompt on the there and turn it into basically fluff (for me anyways)...which i normally hate writing. idk this is the only thing my brain would come up with for this

It’s really rude that the sun feels the need to bore itself into your head while you have a 101-degree fever. As if you’re not sweaty enough.

You could get up and close the curtains, but that’s just asking too much at this point.

The front door opens and you don’t even bother to look up. If someone’s breaking in they can have your dirty dishes and dying plants for all you care.

Luckily for your neglected monstera, it’s just Jake.

He brushes your sweaty hair back, making a face when he feels how warm you still are. “I brought you some food.”

“Leave me alone, you heathen,” you whine, voice muffled by the pillow you’re shoving your face in to get away from his hands.

You should feel bad. He’s being entirely too sweet, taking your grumpiness in stride. But your body aches, your throat is dry, everything hurts, and you just want to sleep for eternity.

“Sweetheart.” You want to punch him for the hint of a laugh you hear in his voice. “You have to eat.”

“Too hard,” you protest, turning your head to look at him blearily. “Throat hurts.”

Jake looks like he wants to make a joke or several, but instead purses his lips and nudges your head up from the pillow, pulling you into a sitting position. “At least drink some water.”

“No.”

Something dark flashes across his bright eyes, jaw tightening.

“Baby,” Jake says sternly. “Open your mouth.”

Your mouth drops open unceremoniously, some Pavlovian response you have no control over, and you immediately flush crimson.

Jake looks so proud of himself that you can’t even be mad as he puts a bottle of water to your lips before you can protest any further.

“You have to get better so I can put that bratty mouth to good use, sweetheart.”

ice: why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

mav: good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

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And I just found out something new😂 I didn't know about it. This will come in handy, thanks!

Shattered souls

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x expilot!fem!reader (no use of YN)

Summary: One mistake, three destroyed lives, a lost love, they will have to rebuild themselves. This is the story of two shaken beings.

Warnings: angst, death, physical wounds, trauma, swearing, very long post, maybe inaccurate things about the Navy (I really don't know much about it sorry), English isn't my first language so for sure grammatical mistakes

"Jake!"

She felt a weight crush her chest and jerked upright under the pain, her heartbeat ringing in her ears. The presence of the sheet under her hand reminded her that she was in her room. Staring at the darkness in front of her she tried to regain her normal breath. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table to her right told her that it was only five o'clock in the morning, eighteen minutes to be exact. Her sigh broke the silence that reigned and with one hand she removed the sheet before getting out of bed. Grabbing her robe from the chair in the corner of the room, she left it to go to the kitchen. She didn't need to turn on the light, the coffee machine's indicator light was bright enough for her to use. While the coffee was brewing, she leaned against the counter of the central island, slipping her cold hands into the pockets of her bathrobe to warm them up. Staring blankly into the darkness and silence of the night, her dark thoughts found their way, that they knew all too well into her mind. The beep of the machine indicating that the coffee was ready made her raise her head, she took the cup with both hands to enjoy the warmth of it and leaned on the central island, leaning on her elbows, facing the window observing the streetlamp on the other side of the street whose light was oscillating.

"Alright alright! I'll bet you twenty bucks that she'll turn you down before the end of the night!" She giggled as her friend and navigator jostled her by pushing her on the shoulder making her stagger to the side and bump into someone.

"Be careful pretty, I hope you don’t fly as you walk." Mocked the blond Ken that she collided before resuming his way. She looked at him moved away taken aback.

"Who's that one? I've never seen him on base." She turned her head to Billy who shook his head signifying that he didn't know who it was either.

"This one is Hangman." Said Shark who had slipped up behind them without them feeling him coming and startled them. "He just arrived, replacing Sunrise who broke his arm."

"Wait what, how did he do it?"

"He wanted to do trampoline at his little nephew's birthday party. He jumped too hard and ejected and landed against the fence, well actually going through the neighbor's fence to be exact."

The pilot and her navigator looked at him in surprise, a completely stupid look on their faces.

"So he's the one who's going to replace him, Sunrise isn't here to come back at the moment. Jake Seresin, that's his name, that guy is arrogant, nobody can stand him where he comes from." He continued.

"What a beautiful portrait, it makes you want to know him."

The three went back to their planes. As they were about to take their seats, their superior came trotting up to them.

"Touchdown! Sunshine!"

"Yes sir."

"You must have heard that Sunrise wouldn’t be with us for a while, nothing changes for you, his replacement takes his place as a wingman."

The two looked at each other sharply, how stupid had they been not to make the connection when Shark had told them about him a few minutes earlier? From the top of her ladder ready to take her place at the front she saw Jake further away wink at her with a sly smile. It was promising.

Turning off the shower faucets she grabbed her towel and tied it around herself, went to the medicine cabinet above the sink to get her cream, and ran her hand over the foggy glass once it was closed. She looked at herself for a moment in the mirror, swivelling her chest to observe the huge scar that had been part of her for two years now. She brushed it with her fingertips before lowering her eyes and going to her room to get ready.

As she did every Wednesday morning, she went to the local church for the meeting that took place in a room adjacent to the religious building. As usual, she warmly greeted the men and women who, like herself, were attending the meeting, some of whom were just partners in suffering, others had became friends who had found each other and created a bond based on mutual suffering. All the people present at this meeting had suffered a trauma in their lives, all as varied as each other, but which allowed them to understand and help each other in the painful ordeals that followed.

She took off her jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, the same chair for the past two years, a creaky old folding chair with a cracked brown leather seat. Always in the same place, in the same circle, surrounded by the same people.

"Sunshine and Touchdown? Where do you get names like that?" Jake's voice came over the radio and Billy could feel his friend rolling her eyes. "Come on what, we're going to get really close over the next few weeks, maybe months. How about we get to know each other."  The young woman winced at the word "months", she wanted her wingman back, her habits, she hated change and especially, new things. Yes, Sunshine was a person who was perfectly happy in her habits and her comfort.

"Billy was one of the best players on his college American football team, and he's a big fan to this day." Her melodious laughter filled the cabin and the radio as Billy took offense, the pleasant sound making Jake smile.

"One of the best?! I was THE best, the handsome player, I could have been a star myself ma'am."

"And Sunshine where did that come from?"

"She's the sunshine of the base." Billy cut her off as she was about to retort. "A real ray of sunshine that little piece of woman."

"Stop it Billy, that's not true."

"Of course you do! You're always in a good mood, always smiling, and everyone finds it a pleasure to hear your cheerful tone and laughter over the radio when we're on mission."

She felt her cheeks catch fire and put her cold fingers on her cheek to cool down.

"Embarrassed Sunshine?" Jake's mocking tone rang in her ears and she turned her head to the left to see his plane next to theirs, a perfect but mocking wide smile on his face and she flipped him off for any response which made him burst out laughing.

Contrary to what she could have thought from the portrait that had been drawn of Jake, the young woman supported him rather well, obviously with a point of exasperation in certain moments, but she had to admit that he had a certain charm that she wouldn’t have known for all that to describe, but the Texan didn’t leave her indifferent. The two pilots spent their time sparring and jabbing at each other, mostly with a smile, until one day one of the spats ended unexpectedly.

"You are so condescending and lacking in discernment!" She exclaimed exasperated by his behavior.

His legendary cocky smirk on his face, his hands in the pockets of his flightsuit, following her on her tail through the corridor.

"Would I have lacked discernment with you sweetheart?"

She made volt face what he didn’t expect and had just the time to stop himself not to enter in collision with her, and she was now almost against him. She raised her head to address him because he was a good head taller than her. Their two faces were only a short distance from each other. An impassive air on her face, a soft glance and a smirk on his.

"Why do you always have to look so flirty Seresin." Her voice was low, giving a certain intimacy to their closeness.

"Always, you sure?"

"I've always seen that look on your face, a face I often hold back from hitting."

"Maybe you've always seen me with that look on my face because that's the one I'm willing to give you." His seductive tone provoked shivers in her neck and she rolled her eyes ready to turn her heels to move away from him. Nevertheless before she could make any gesture he brought a hand in her neck and put his lips on hers. Surprised, she widened her eyes and felt Jake smiling against her lips. He was insufferable, but at the same time he attracted her like a magnet. Her hand slid down his neck and she stood on tiptoe as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She would have let herself choke for lack of air not to have to break this kiss. A throat clearing was heard and they parted in surprise, but not without Jake pulling his arm from her waist. She looked at Billy who was with a few meters of them and who had just surprised them, then her glance settled on the arm of Jake that she pushed back abruptly.

The three of them looked at each other not knowing what to say and then finally Billy broke the awkward silence.

"Okay I'm definitely not a fan of what I just saw to be honest and I hope to erase it from my memory soon." She bit the inside of her cheek, why did she feel embarrassed? She was of age and vaccinated, right? She could do whatever she wanted. "But if it means you'll be watching over her even more she's in the air, that's fine with me." He finished before passing by them to continue his route, gently squeezing the arm of his friend while passing by her.

Hands clasped on her knee, legs crossed, her gaze fell on the person in front of her, a newcomer, someone who had been unlucky, someone who would be scarred for life, someone who would never be the same. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her head towards Denise who leaned towards her.

"Would you join us for coffee after the meeting?" She whispered to her and when she looked up her eyes caught the faces of Barry and Shirley behind her neighbor who were watching her waiting for her answer.

"Sure." She whispered in turn causing smiles on all three faces to which she responded with a slight smile and returned her attention to the newcomer who was finishing telling his story.

The door at the back of the room creaked and a cold wave swept into the room, Curtis, who was leading the meetings and had been absent a few minutes before, hurried back to the middle of the circle, he glanced at the young woman, playing nervously with his fingers.

"Please excuse me, I was with a newcomer." He cleared his throat and turned to the door as a figure rushed in, Curtis desperately searched for her gaze and when he caught it, addressed her with a silent "I'm sorry." she frowned not understanding what he meant and was struck with dread when she saw the face of the person taking his place in the circle.

Sitting on the right side of the row next to Billy she saw Jake, sitting on the left a few rows ahead turn his head and wink at her, holding back a smile she pretended to look away which only widened the pilot's smile as he returned his attention to their superior.

"This is a reconnaissance mission prior to the decision of a possible attack. You will take off, perform your reconnaissance and return to the aircraft carrier. Touchdown, Sunshine and Hangman, that's for you, you'll board in two hours."

The pilot and navigator exchanged glances before getting up and leaving the room. As they left to retrieve their equipment wandering through the building, she felt a hand reach between her loins and Jake appeared beside her.

"It's all about reconnaissance. We'll be back as soon as we're gone." Said Billy.

That's what it should have been, a simple reconnaissance patrol.

Her heart was beating so fast and yet she had the feeling that it was no longer irrigating her brain. She sat back in her chair, resting her back against the backrest, her hands still crossed on her knee. She wasn’t able any more to think, wasn’t able any more to keep her attention on what it happened around her, the memories for which she put so much energy to keep buried in her went up to the surface, she knew this moment by heart. It lasted the moment of a flash but she felt it as if it had lasted for very long minutes.  

"Thank you Ben for your testimony." Curtis' deep voice brought her back to the moment. It was his turn now, her gaze quickly found his to get lost in it, as if no time had passed, as if they had seen each other the day before, as if they hadn't gone through the horror that had knocked them both down.

When the meeting came to an end, everyone stood up and after greeting each other, headed for the exit.

"Don't wait for me, I'll be there as soon as I can." She addressed the small group that was waiting for her to go to the café, the one on the corner where they used to meet. They nodded and headed for the exit, leaving only the two of them, face to face, hands in his pockets, her fingers around her scarf, revealing the white knuckle of her fists clenched around the fabric.

"What are you doing here?"

What was ironic was that spending so much time on aircraft carriers, she still hadn't been able to get over the seasickness, ironic, right? For someone in the Navy, even though her role, fortunately, was to spend more time in the air than at sea.

"Shall we do karaoke night this weekend? Just so I can introduce you to Naomi, we'll do duets. You and Ken and Naomi and me." She laughed at Billy's naming of Ken for Jake, they had been dating for several months and Billy, moderately liking Jake, making an effort for his friend, still couldn't bring himself to call him by his first name.

"Maybe you could start by making an effort and calling him by his name." He pouted, which caused her to roll her eyes. As she was about to climb on the plane she heard Ken trotting towards her.

"Hey hey hey. You know we never leave like this without saying goodbye." She giggled.

"Jake we literally fly together, and we talk to each other over the radio." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"That's no reason, we may be together up there, but we're not physically together."

"God, he's even more annoying that way than when he's a dickhead”. Grumbled Billy who took his place at the back of the plane rolling his eyes of exasperation, what Jake didn’t pay attention to, too busy to scrutinize his girlfriend.

"I got your back." He added before placing a furtive kiss on her lips and joining his plane.

"Hey Cinderella, do you care to come up?" Billy called out to her, she looked up at him and grabbed the ladder to climb up.

"Why should I be Cinderella?"

"Hangman do you see anything?" She glanced to either side of the plane.

"Nop. All seems quiet. We do have the coordinates listed though."

"I don't like it." She muttered to herself.

"A hunch?" Asked Billy, who had learned over time to trust his friend's hunches.

"Yeah, and not a good one."

"Relax, everything will be fine, it's just a reconnaissance." He tried to convince her as much as for himself.

"I know a good way to relax." Jake's voice came over the radio, which had the effect of making her giggle and Billy mime a vomit. Her joyful laughter echoed through the radio to Jake's delight. Flying with them, he had quickly understood what the navigator had said the first time. A melodious, joyful, infectious laugh that had relaxed many on missions. Jake considered himself lucky to be able to enjoy it outside of these moments and better, to be the reason for her laughter even in some cases.

"If you're laughing that means it’s okay. I'm unbuckling myself to look further."

"Jake no, don't." Her laughter stopped short and she looked around for his plane.

"Everything is going to be fine sweetie, there is nothing to report obviously." He wanted to reassure her.

"Hangman you're a pain in the ass, don't do this to us."

"My presence reassures you Touchdown?" He teased.

"That's the whole point of your role dickhead." He replied scathingly.

"I'll be back in a flash." He steered to go in an opposite direction leaving them two, a hint of insecurity rising in her, Billy fulminating in the back.

"I swear, once we get on the ground I'm going to punch him in the face."

"This is the excuse you've been waiting for for months. Do you see anything?"

"No nothing." She sighed continuing her monitoring when Billy stirred behind her. "Shit."

"What?"

"We have two bandits coming our way."

He barely had time to look behind him when he saw two planes heading straight for them.

"Touchdown talk to me."

"There's one coming at five o'clock." He looked across the canopy. "The other one at seven. Shit! Hangman what the hell are you doing bringing your ass in!"

Everything happened very quickly, surrounded by the two, not being able to avoid them being on each side, she accelerated and tried to maneuver not to be hooked hoping that Jake intervenes very quickly. 

"Hangman!"

"Sunshine I'm coming!  I see them, I lock him, I shoot!" Jake, who had managed be on the tail of one of them, was able to stick to him and lock it  before making a strike, but this one had time to shoot before being hit. By the time he could react, the second one had caught up with them and fired instantly, hitting its target in the heart. The first missile hit one of the engines which caught fire, the lights started to flash like a Christmas garland, and Sunshine tried as best she could to regain control of the plane without much success.

"I can't control it! I can't straighten!"

"Eject!" Jake yelled into the radio.

They didn't have time to do so as the second missile hit them dead center, taking out the end of the plane and the second engine, the back of the plane went up in flames, and she heard Billy screaming behind her, desperately trying to pull on the ejection seat suspensions.

"Request backup, request assistance, Touchdown and Sunshine are hit! Damn it hurry!"

"Billy! Billy!"  Overwhelmed by panic her heart raced and tears began to blur her vision, raging on the suspensions. "Why isn't it working, Jake! Jake!"

Her laugh would never echo through the radio again.

When she woke up she was dazzled by the brightness of the room and had to blink several times to adjust. She felt a sharp pain run down her back and let out a groan of pain.

"Sweetheart."

That familiar voice was Jake's, who walked around the bed and came to stand next to her pressing a button on the headboard.

"It's morphine, it will help."

"Where am I?" She tried to look around her but her field of vision was restricted, lying on her side, she looked up at Jake who showed a serious face. Suddenly all took place again in her mind, she tried to straighten up abruptly and a cry of pain of her part pulled a grimace of pain to Jake devastated to see her in this state. The pain forced her to lie on her side. He sat down on the chair facing her and took her wrists in his hands, the palms of her hands being bandaged. In a last effort she had pulled as hard as she could on the suspensions that burned her palms before being ejected.

"You... You were able to eject in time. But the flames that had already reached the device burned your back.” She looked at him frightened, she didn't remember having the burning sensation in her back, maybe it had been because of the adrenaline. But if flames were so close to her to burn her, what about Billy?

The worried look she gave him made him understand what she was wondering and he shook his head silently. Tears began to stream down her face and she began to sob violently. Jake didn't know what to do, he leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of her head, a tear rolling down his cheek and crashing into her hair.

She wasn't sunshine anymore.

Her hard gaze met his, which she couldn't make out, was he sad? Sorry? Full of regret? All three at once?

"What are you doing here Jake?" She repeated wearily.

"I ... I don't know. This wasn't a good idea." He began to walk away with his hands in his jacket pockets.

"You know what wasn't a good idea?" He stopped short and lowered his head knowing very well what was coming next.

"That you're dropping us on this mission." He stared blankly at the ground. "That you leave me when I needed you the most after this."

"You were mad at me..."

"And you think that made it better?!" Her tone grew louder and more aggressive than she would have liked.  "I would have learned to get over it Jake, you made a mistake, maybe it would have made a difference if you had stayed, or maybe they still would have had the upper hand, maybe we thought there was no danger, there could have been no danger." He lifted his head and pivoted toward her. "But you left me alone after that. I needed you Jake."

"I was so angry with myself that I couldn't inflict my presence on you every day. I thought it would be better for you, not to have the face of the man who killed your best friend constantly in front of you."

"It wasn't you who killed him Jake."

"But it's my fault."

A whirlwind of emotions formed inside her. It had been two years since she had seen him, she was torn between giving him a slap, ignoring him, throwing herself at his neck, screaming at him, it was perhaps the difficulty in choosing between all these possibilities that nailed her to the ground and that she was unable to move. Not even taking a step back when he came closer.

"I'm so sorry. I feel so bad if you knew."

And she realized that she wasn’t the only one to have suffered these last two years. But she had been lucky enough to be able to surround herself with people to learn how to rebuild herself, had he been able to do the same?

She was struck by his reddened eyes and tired face features, never had she seen him like this, he who had seemed so strong with her in the times that followed, before he left, and now he had the face of a man crushed by remorse. He who always had a cocky look and a frank smile.

"I hope you can forgive me one day, because I can't." His voice became weaker and almost died out at the end of his sentence. "I lost you, and it's probably the biggest disaster of my life.” He took a step closer to her only being a small space away forcing her to raise her head to look at him. "I need you, do you think you can ever forgive me?"

When he saw her raising the arm he closed the eyes expecting to receive a deserved slap. But she didn’t, with an unexpected softness, she put delicately her hand on his cheek that she caressed with her thumb, wiping a tear which traced its way. He opened his eyes to see her showing a light smile, filled with sadness. He took her hand in his to deposit a kiss inside her palm. Then when she passed her arms around his neck to tighten him against her, he buried his face in her hair and she slipped a hand in his as one comforts a child.

Two years had separated them, and despite any resentment she might have had towards him, it was all gone in an instant. They were two beings in love and torn, who had suffered and who would have to learn to heal, together.

One day.

I. Pretentious

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x OC!Nurse!Fem! (Yup I know some of you may not like it but I'm not comfortable writing with Y/N, sorry.)

Summary: The meeting between a shy, sensitive, introverted young woman and an uncompromising, cold, arrogant pilot. The meeting between the sun and the ice, the light and the darkness, the heat and the cold, two opposite beings that nevertheless everything will attract.

Warning: I plan to take your soul out of your body with so much fluff *evil laugh*. The pure love story as we all love it and melt for it. Also forgive me for the mistakes to come, English isn't my first language and i'm still improving with it.

There probably will be a taglist for those who are interested in, don't hesitate to show up to be added 🛎️.

"Oh Helen I really don't know. I think I'm gonna stay here quietly."

Her friend and colleague poked her head out of her closet and stared at her sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"What for? Is there a party planned here? If not then you have no good reason to stay locked up here alone probably moping around." She inspected the garment she had just taken out of the closet before putting it back in and continued snooping.

"I'm not going to mope about myself, where do you get that from." She giggled.

"You're going to stay here alone, it's so sad, only sad people stay home, to mope." Lisa rolled her eyes at her roommate's words, there was nothing sad about staying home and enjoying an evening alone. What Helen couldn’t understand because she was the opposite of Lisa, while she wanted to enjoy time quietly spent with herself, Helen as for her only thought to go out and persisted in taking Lisa with her. Except that this kind of evening only made her tired, too many people around her and too much noise, too much of everything for a young introvert woman like her. Helen came out of the closet with two clothes on hangers that she put flat on the bed next to Lisa.

"You're not making it easy on me with your wardrobe. We'll say this will do."

Lisa glanced at the flowing white shirt and the black tulle skirt making a doubtful pout.

"I'll get you a pair of heels, no way you're going out in your sneakers." She pretended to be crossed by a shiver of disgust before leaving the room and Lisa let herself fall back on her bed. 

"Get up and get active Liz!" She shouted from the living room on the first floor. The young woman prayed to be struck by a sudden gastro for not being able to accompany her. She then got up painfully and let herself slide out of bed, taking place in front of her dressing table, she removed the hairpins that held her bun which she had to style for work and let her hair fall in cascade on her shoulders. No, she had to, wanted to remain discreet. She grabbed a rubber band that was lying around and put her hair in a high wavy ponytail, perfect for this.

Grabbing her clothes from the bed she quickly changed and had only just finished when Helen entered the room with a wide smile stretching her lips.

"Perfect!" She approached to blouse the shirt she had tucked into the skirt and placed the high heels shoes at her feet that Lisa put on and lost her balance for a split second once perched.

"Starting tomorrow I'm looking for a new roommate."

Helen waved her hand as if to sweep away her words and pulled her by the hand to leave the room, the young woman grabbed her small purse as she passed and descended the stairs carefully so as not to find herself walking down them on her butt.

"You'll see, we'll see so many men in uniform there! It's so exciting, there's no way I'm going home alone."

"Speak for yourself." Lisa muttered to herself, glancing in the hallway mirror and sighed as she unhooked her jacket from the coat rack. "Danielle and Gina will already be here, you'll be well taken care of." She whimpered plaintively and stamped her feet like a child as Helen pushed her out of their home.

The ride to the club was silent, at least for her, silence being something foreign to Helen. Once there, she handed the cab money to pay for the ride, climbed out of the car and felt Helen put her arm around hers.

"Lisa try to smile you'll scare everyone away." She looked at her friend and a falsely cheerful smile appeared on her lips. "We'll settle for that."

When they pushed open the doors she froze for a second at the sight of all those people and her poor ears were assaulted by the music that was too loud for her taste. As the two young women made their way to the bar, they saw their colleagues Danielle and Gina waving at them in the distance, already meeting two men in uniforms. Helen giggled and put her purse on the bar.

"At least we have one advantage tonight, nurses attract men."

Great, all she had to do was invent a new job to be left alone.

"A Dry Martini!" She yelled to the bartender over the bar, loud enough for him to hear her over the music, Lisa arched an eyebrow and gave her an amused look that meant "Really?" which made her friend laugh as she shrugged and started to waddle around looking around.

"Target in sight, look at that tall, muscular man." Helen took her drink in one hand, her bag in the other and prepared to wiggle toward her target. "Be wise." She said to Lisa before frowning "No precisely in your case don’t be too wise." She addressed a wink to her before moving away and Lisa raised the eyes to the sky amused.

"It's not pretty for a young woman to roll her eyes." She heard to her left and turned her head to a blond mustachioed man.

"And what would be pretty in this case for a young woman?" Asked she to the man who began to imitate a very cliché chuckle that had the merit to make her giggle.

"I'm Goose!" He said before nodding his head in greeting and pointing to the free space next to him.

"Goose? I would feel very sorry for you if you told me it wasn't just a nickname." Lisa then stepped forward placing her small purse on the bar.

"That's my callsign." She tilted her head slightly to the side with a sorry look on her face to let him know she didn't know what he meant. "I'm an aeronaval navigator."

An "Oh" formed on her lips, then she nodded and glanced around, pointing to the crowd.

"So all these people in uniform, are they pilots or navigators?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"And do they all have such funny callsigns?" He took on a falsely indignant look.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Oh no I wouldn't dare! You serve your country uh ..." She glanced down at his uniform looking for any indication of his rank. "Lieutenant?" He nodded proudly. "It's to your credit, from now on you can have any ridiculous name you like." She teased him to add a layer and he brought his hand to his chest to simulate a blow to his heart.

"Alright Goose, why are you alone at the bar when this place is filled with young women just waiting to be wooed by a military man?" She took a seat on the leather stool next to him and asked the bartender for a cocktail before turning her attention back to the blond man who held up his ring finger to reveal the wedding ring. She pouted and nodded. "So many hearts have just been broken tonight."

Their laughter mingled together and they toasted then she waddled on her seat to better sit, surprised of so much ease of her part. It is necessary to say that he putted her at ease a lot.

"Okay, I'm curious, what are the callsigns of other of your peers here?"

"Well, for starters you see the little leprechaun running the ladies over there?"

"Wait, there's a lot of leprechauns running around the ladies tonight." She giggled and he almost swallowed his drink wrong.

"Good point! Miss?"

"Lisa."

"Well nice to meet you Lisa, my real name is Nick." He held out his arm to point to a short, pretentious-looking brown hair across the room. "This is Maverick, my pilot who is trying to win a bet."

"What kind of bet?" She turned her head towards him and when he opened his mouth to say something but paused she shook her head. "Nop, never mind I'm not sure I want to know."

He chuckled not without embarrassment and scanned the room with his eyes, pointing to men whose callsigns he would state, "Sundown, Wolfman, Hollywood, Chipper, Slider."

As she looked around the room, her gaze was drawn to a blond man at the other end of the bar, sunglasses on his nose, bringing his glass to his lips.

"Who is it?" She asked Goose without looking away from the stranger.

"Oh, it's Iceman."

She frowned, confused.

"Iceman? Is he that unpleasant?"

"Oh, it's up to you. But it's mostly to do with the way he flies." He was about to add something when the brown hair leprechaun joined them and gave Lisa a seductive smile.

"Hey there."

She looked at Goose amused who shrugged with an apologetic smile for his friend's behavior.

"He probably hasn't filled the bet yet." She said to him and Goose came to toast his glass to hers.

"Mav here is Lisa, young woman abandoned at the bar who understood who were the real men to date tonight." He said to Maverick speaking of himself which had the merit of making her laugh.

"Your approach was worth it." Nick brought his hand to his chest thanking her with a humble nod.

"Liiiiiiz!" Turning her head to her right she saw Helen happily raising her glass in her direction coming up to a tall dark-haired man who had his arm around her neck.

"Liz, you loosened up, I'm proud of you!" She threw out a little too happily, obviously tipsy. "He’s - " She glanced at the name tag of the man she was with to remember his name. "Slider."

"Slider, didn't you want to be a pilot? What happened?" Nick threw mockingly at the man.

"Goose, you such a dickhead, whose butt did you kiss to get in here?"

"Oh the list is long but distinguished."

Charming, she said to herself as her gaze passed from one to the other as they passed the ball back and forth.

"Hey Mother Goose, how’s it going?"

She turned her head as she heard the voice of a newcomer in the small group and her eyes couldn’t take her eyes off the man who had been at the bar a few minutes before, she found his eyes so beautiful that she found it hard to look away before he caught her in an obvious staring. He was even more attractive without his sunglasses, which gave him already a so sexy attitude. She bit the interior of her cheek to her thoughts to return to the present moment.

"Pete Mitchell, Tom Kazansky." Goose was making the introductions between the two pilots and she glanced at her friend who was observing the situation with a blissful look on her face, if she wasn't hammered already there she wasn't far from it.

"And who are these lovely ladies?" Tom asked, looking at Lisa and Helen in turn.

"Helen." Said the denizen pointing her index finger at herself and then pointed at her friend. "Lisa."

It was at that exact moment that Lisa's social skills and extroversion took a backseat, when she found herself surrounded by too many people and their eyes turned to her. To socialize with one person was one thing, two at the most, but this was too much, especially in front of such imposing people. She looked at them in turn like a lamb trapped by wolves and her gaze was caught by Iceman's who gave her a charming smile.

"Iceman."

"What kind of name is that? You belong to the Justice League or what?”

Goose burst out laughing, quickly joined by Maverick, Helen looked at her with her mouth open, never having heard her friend show such confidence, Slider raised an eyebrow and Iceman didn’t lose his smile amused by her reaction.

She bit her tongue, not knowing what had gotten into her. It was too much confidence for one evening, she put it down to the cocktail she had drunk.

"No, I'm just a pilot. But probably the best." He added, raising his gaze to Maverick, who was leaning on his elbows on the counter of the bar, and answered with an arrogant smile.

"What pretension, does it come with every pilot or is it in addition?"

Maverick laughed silently at this remark about his rival and Tom looked at her again with a smirk.

"Helen let's go." She declared as she grabbed her friend by the arm.

"But-”

She didn't give her time to protest. "You've had enough to drink for tonight. And I like you too much to leave you in the middle of these idiots."

Helen then followed her friend, dragging her feet, and Slider patted Ice on the back as he drank his shot in one go.

"You know what Slider, one day I'm going to marry that girl." He said as he put his sunglasses back on and chewed his chewim-gum. She had caught his eye, it hadn't taken more than that for a sudden interest in the young woman to awaken in him, and he didn’t intend to stop there.

Dilemma

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x f!pilot!reader (Callsign: Poppy) secret relationship + no use of Y/N.

Summary: Reader finds out she has been dismissed from the mission and is gonna confront the Vice Admiral about his decision.

Warnings: mentions of death through threats, swearing, bad writing, grammatical mistakes, sorry English isn't my first language.

Be indulgent please it's my first one putting the reader in a pilot seat, I'm more into the usual fluffy stories 🫣.

To say she was angry was an understatement, she could have knocked heads without batting an eyelid because she was so seething with rage. Strolling down the hallways towards the source of her problem she didn't even pay attention to Payback and Fanboy who called out to her as she passed by them. Making them raise their eyebrows and follow her lead as she walked towards the break room in which she entered opening the door abruptly, she quickly found the reason for her anger, sitting on the arm of one of the sofas, his smug smile still pinned on his face that she dreamed of hitting.

"You! Hangman piece of shit! "

The man turned his head towards her before straightening up and his smile widened as he guessed why she would have killed him if she could.

"Poppy my dear, you've never been better named than you are right now by the color of your face." He chuckled as she approached dangerously, determined this time to slap him in the face no matter what she risked next.

"You deserve to roast in hell!” A group of pilots formed around them intrigued by what was happening, as she was about to jump at his face, two arms encircled her waist to prevent her from going through with her gesture.  "Rooster let go of me! I'll take that stupid smile off your face and you'll see. Rooster, let me go!"

Jake looked at her with a proud look on his face without batting an eyelid as Bradley tried to restrain his friend.

"Leave him he's not worth it."

"What's going on?" Phoenix finally interjected as lost and stunned as the others.

"Maverick just grounded me on orders from Simpson, who was reportedly told that I didn't feel I had the shoulders for this mission, which was too much pressure for me. You're so afraid of getting passed over that you manage to sink whoever you can. You tried to undermine Bradley's confidence in his own abilities because he's your biggest competitor and now you're taking it out on me? Wouldn't it be you Seresin who doubt your abilities to the point of resorting to such low acts to oust the competition?"

Maybe he was hiding behind his smile or he was unaware of the lack of morality of what he was doing but Jake didn't bat an eye, still wearing his smirk.

"They made a mistake on the selection, it was about recalling the best. But maybe some of them couldn't make themselves available. So they had to plug the holes." Jake said.

"That's so low of you, yet not surprising." Interjected Bob who had placed himself next to her.

"It doesn't matter who will be chosen for this mission Jake, we are all on the same team. But maybe you don't really grasp the meaning of what that means?"

Not wanting to hear what he might have to say, if he had anything to say, she turned and walked out of the room to Vice Admiral Simpson's office. Once in front of the door she took a deep breath before knocking twice on it and entering when he gave permission.

When she entered the room, Cyclone was sitting at his desk, Warlock sitting opposite him, she stood by the door, straight as an i, hands behind her back, both men facing her.

"Lieutenant Caldwell." He sank into his seat with his elbows on the armrests, his hands folded in front of him. "To what do I owe your presence in my office?"

"I would like to speak with you about your recent decision about me sir."

A silence followed.

"We'll pick this up later." He finally said to Rear Admiral Bates who nodded and gathered his documents before getting up and leaving the office, nodding to Poppy who greeted him with a "Sir." Once the door was closed she walked towards the office.

"What the hell is this? You have no right to stop me from flying!"

"I have every right, in this case I'm not stopping you from flying, I'm removing you from this mission."

He straightened up in his seat, leaning slightly over his desk on which he crossed his hands.

"Are you aware that Hangman said all that just to get rid of me? Would you have called me back if you didn't think I could do it? Do you doubt my abilities?"

He passed his hands over his face while posted on the other side of the desk she leaned forward putting her hands flat on it.

"Of course not. But under the circumstances, under the method you are being taught, under the only way to complete this mission, there will be casualties." He paused, anchoring his gaze in hers. "And I won't risk losing you." She straightened up, gritting her teeth.

"Then it's personal."

"This is not the time to discuss this Molly."

"It's time if I decide to." She replied curtly, Beau's gaze turning stern. "You can't interfere with my career and ground me as soon as the danger is too great for your taste. It’s part of our job, if you constantly do that I will never fly again!"

"Molly that's enough, we'll discuss it tonight."

"Oh no, we're going to talk about this now. Put me back in."

"Molly..." He ran a hand over his face, his tone dragging.

"Beau, if you do this it’s over."

Her words had the effect of a bomb and he looked her straight in the eyes stunned by what she had just said.

"Your choice Beau, either accept the risk without something necessarily happening to me, or lose me."

A silence settled between the two of them, looking into each other's eyes and it seemed to last forever until he finally spoke again in a neutral tone.

"After careful consideration Lieutenant Caldwell, your abilities making you a suitable pilot for this mission, you are reintegrate in it."

She straightened up and her chest heaved as she took a deep relieved breath, she didn't realize she had been holding it until then.

"Thank you sir." She turned on her heels about to leave the office when he rose from his seat, slipping one hand into his pants pocket, the other touching the desk with his fingertips.

"I didn’t authorize you to dispose of Lieutenant." He spoke in a sharp tone.

With her hand on the doorknob she turned her head towards him, his downcast look had given way to a threatening one, knowing full well what was coming next her fingers slid from the door handle to the lock below and locked the door.

"Good." He commented on her gesture.

With a feline gait she returned to the office.

"You seem irritated."

"Why wouldn't I be? You show up into my office and discuss an order."

"Seriously Beau?" A frank laugh shook her chest. "I don't think I stormed in here like a fury and almost revealing our little secret. And as for discussing an order, it's within my rights to want to discuss a decision with my superior and express my point of view. You never would have made that decision if Hangman hadn't come in to screwed it up."

"Are you really going to blame me for wanting to protect you?"

"You can't protect me Beau, I blame you for letting the personal override the professional. We agreed this wouldn't happen! Do you know what it's like to be put on the spot for that reason?! No, you didn't think about that, did you? Maybe you were more focused on the possible loss of your toy, who would have sucked you under the desk on your lunch break otherwise?"

A dull growl escaped from his chest. "You're going too far, be careful."

"Or else what? Fire me, my career won't end there. Fire me, and what will Admiral Kazansky think of a Vice Admiral who sexually blackmailed one of his subordinates?"

His jaw clenched so hard he could have broken it in anger.

"You are going way too far Molly, stop this right now."

"It was you who started Beau, assume that for once you didn't take the right decision, even though the intention was laudable I admit, it was unprofessional." She paused and thought for a moment before going too far and regretting it. "It's up to you if you'd rather sleep on the couch tonight, if not it'll be me." She was about to turn her heels and leave once and for all of his office when in a flash he made the turn. Everything happened quickly, a hand sliding in her neck he drew against her to crush his lips on hers, pressing her against him with a hand in her lower back. Surprised but without any intention to push back him, she rolled up her arms around his nape and pressed her chest against his deepening this passionate kiss, one of those which follow the reconciliation of an argument. Taking off his lips of hers he put his forehead against hers.

"No one will sleep on the couch tonight."

Punishment

Pairing: Ron "Slider" Kerner x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She's trying to punish him for not having told her something, he's gonna punish her for her attitude.

Warnings: MINOR DNI, daddy kink, oral sex receiving for him, spanking, dominant - submissive, me being a simp for Slider? I plead guilty your honor.

Plunged in her book she didn’t raise her eyes when the mattress sagged next to her and that an arm came to slip on her belly followed by a brown head, one of her hands which held the book came to slip in his hair.

"Hey you, how was your day?"

"I missed you." Ron replied in a muffled sound against her shirt. "Did you already take a shower?" He asked hoping that it wasn't the case.

"I did." He grumbled and straightened his head just to look at her over her book. "You could have waited for me."

She looked up at him over the book.

"You're a big boy, since when do you need me to take a shower?"

His mischievous look and smirk gave her the answer to her question, making her roll her eyes.

"Someone's horny tonight." She muttered, returning her attention to her reading.

"Always when I see you." He lowered the book and dove toward her to crush his lips on hers, which made her laugh and she pushed him away without really any great conviction.

"You stink Slider."

"Okay okay, I leave, but don't get too comfortable, I'm not finished with you yet." 

The bed creaked when he got up to go to the bathroom and she looked up, biting her lip and wondering if the bed would need to be changed once again. The previous one hadn't withstood the daily and perhaps too energetic exercises of the couple, this one already announcing signs of weakness.  When Ron came out of the bathroom with a simple towel around his waist, she barely looked up from her book to devour him discreetly with her eyes. God he was beautifully cut, when he reached over the dresser to leave his watch there, a sudden wave of heat went up in her at the sight of his muscular forearm and his biceps sticking out. Clearly his muscular arms had always had a great effect on her.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked with a teasing tone.

Her eyes quickly returned to the page of her book, a hint of red coloring her cheeks, busted like a young teenager ogling the muscular high school

apollo.

"Don't dare to climb on the bed while you're still wet."

"Oh princess, there is someone else who's getting to be wet."

She rolled her eyes and threw her book at him, which he avoided with a laugh.

"I'm still mad at you Ron. Give me that book." She said raising her hand to him so he gives her the book she just has thrown.

"Oh you're showing it perfectly well." He laughed ironically, leaning over to get the book and move forward to her. "I said I was sorry."

"Don't care, you wouldn't have to apologize if you told me."

"Are you gonna be mad at me forever?"

"You should have told me what happened, you could have died out there!"

"And I'm alive! And I can show you how much I am by the way. 

"Ron."

"Baby."

"Give me that book."

"Please?"

"Please Ron give me that damn book." He was about to give it to her and when she was about to take it, pulled it away with a smile.

"Say it. You know how to correctly ask for something princess."

"You're really cheeky to pushing further that direction right now."

He leaned toward her, "Say it." he added in a breath.

She looked into his eyes, which she tried to be as hard as possible, and added in a dry tone, "Fine."

"I'm waiting darling."  The glint of mischief that constantly animated his gaze when he was with her shone in his eyes, he enjoyed pushing her to her limits.

"Daddy please, give me that book." 

"No princess, that's still sounds like an order. You know I can't accept that."

Her chest heaved with a deep breath, was she upset or was this having the desired effect?

"Daddy please, could you give me that book?"

"I rather prefer that tone." He then gave her the book which she took, less curtly than she would have liked, with a few words he had managed to make pudding out of her. Now he could have done whatever he wanted with her but she wouldn’t flinch. She had been scared to death by what had happened on his mission in the Pacific after his graduation. He could have died out there, and that event made her realize that he was going to put his life in constant danger. She would never have a peaceful mind when he would be left. But that wasn't what made her angry, it was the fact that he hadn't told her and that she had found out by chance, by talking to Wolfman and Hollywood's girlfriends. Even so, her anxiety had gotten the better of her anger and she couldn't give him what he deserved as well as she would have liked. She now needed most of all to feel him close to her, to have him hold her and reassure her that he was there, that he was okay, and to make love to her as if it had been the last time. She was incapable of being angry with him. Which he knew very well and was taking advantage of it.

"You should deserve to be on your knees for that attitude young lady."

"Yeah count on that." She mumbled before opening the book where she had left it and take back her reading.

"I really don't like that attitude of yours tonight princess."

"Ron, shut up, I'm trying to read, which is by the way far more interesting than you."

A growl sounded in the pilot's chest and without waiting any longer he snatched the book from her hands before tossing it to the other side of the bed.

"Hey!" She exclaimed in a protest.

"On your knees."

"Or what?" She replied challenging him.

"Don't make me say it twice."

"I'm not in a mood to play Ron." She said standing up from the bed determinate not to give him the task easy and to retrieve her book. He stopped her by grabbing her forearm and squeezing it, not too hard so as not to hurt her but just enough to make her understand that he wasn't playing.

"I said, on your knees." Her heart sped up and she vainly tried to keep a straight and assertive posture, her head cool so as not to show him the effect he was having on her by acting this way. And then without knowing why, she burst out laughing, which took him by surprise, and he frowned. "I'm not sure you're in a good position to laugh. You are just making your case worse."

"That's enough Ron." Perturbed by her reaction he unconsciously loosened his grip around her arm and she took the opportunity to extract herself and leave the room after retrieving her book. He stood up and followed her up the stairs.

"You know your efforts to show you don't want that are futile, you crave for it."

She rolled her eyes as she made her way to the living room, if he wouldn't let her read in their room she would stay in the couch. Knowing full well that it was utopian since he wasn't going to leave her alone. He caught up with her and pressed his torso against her back, one hand on her arm along her body, the other on her stomach.

"Everything in you is screaming for that. It's been days you fight against it, you think it's part of your so-called punishment? But you're dying for me to take you and make you scream my name. We both know that, and everything in you is calling for me. The way you walk in front of me, making dance your hips, the way you bend over to pick something you probably let dropped on purpose, the way you laugh with others to make me jealous, you think I didn't see it?" His whisper in her ear and his breath in her neck woke up butterflies in her stomach and she bit her lower lip trying not to fall right at his feet. "Really babe? Letting your lace panties drawer open just for me to see it? It's childish, but you know how well it works. So now you're gonna obey like the good daddy's girl you are and beg for me to spare your tiny ass." He placed a kiss in her neck and smile feeling how warm her skin was. "Say you're gonna."

"I will." Her voice softened, shit, how fucking right he was.

"I need more than that princess."

"I will beg for daddy not to wreck me."

"But will I listen?"

"No."

"Why won't I?"

"Because I truly want you to wreck me." 

"But still, you know how much I love to hear you beg." She nodded. "Now what did I ask you?"

She then knelt and put her hands flat on her thighs as how he taught her to be. Still behind her he caressed her hair and lean over her to leave a kiss on the top of her head.

"You know you'll be rewarded if you obey. I don't want to be hard on you, but something you don't give me any other choice."

She let him speak without adding anything, had she wanted to punish him for hiding what had happened during the mission? Of course she had. Had it worked for even a fraction of a second? Absolutely not. Was she going to be reluctant at what he was about to do? No way, she wanted it too much for that. Ron came to place himself in front of her and she raised her eyes looking at him through her eyelashes, he showed a satisfied smile. Without him having to say anything, she undid the knot of the towel that he always had on his waist and this one fell on the ground revealing all his excitement. She held back a smile and took him in hand, a sigh crossed his lips when he felt her warm hand wrap around him. His glance anchored in hers while she gratified him slow back and forth making him shiver. One of his hands slipped into her hair that he grabbed and she approached the face to take him between her lips, caressing his sensitive foreskin of her lips which tore him a groan, he contracted his thighs when he slipped entirely into her mouth, feeling her tongue on his length. Tightening his grip on her hair he pushed further into her throat making her cough as he began to tap in. Her second hand went to his thigh to grab onto something as he fucked her throat with vigor making her almost choke on his member. Closing his eyes he tilt the head back filled with a feeling of plenitude, slowing down its movements of pelvis, she took advantage of it to breath again. Embedding her nails in the skin of his thigh, taking him down a grunt, she literally impaled her throat on his cock activating to make him come. When he was on the point to pour himself in her throat he pulled firmly on her hair to tilt her head backwards.

"What does daddy's girl then."

She swallowed his seed as he filled her mouth, feeling the warm liquid flow down her throat.

"Such a good girl." He caressed her cheek with his thumb before reaching out to her to straighten up, she took it and stood up welcoming a passionate and fiery kiss from Ron whose one hand slid between her loins, the other finding its way back to her hair. Head back she closed her eyes as he buried his face in her neck to lay kisses and nibble her skin before sliding down her shoulder.

"Ronnie.." She moaned.

“Yes love."

"Fuck me."

Brushing her ear with the tip of his lips, his chuckle echoed in her ear.

"Daddy please fuck me." She whimpered. 

"Put your hands on the wall." 

She turned around and put the palms of her hands on the wall facing her and knowing what he was about to do, bend over a bit, while he took off her pants and her panties. Before she could say something, she felt his hand smashed on her butt, biting her lips trying not to escape a moan. She received another spanking and a small scream of pleasure came through her lips followed by a third one, no longer trying to hold it back.

She gasped when he spoke into her ear, not expecting him to be so close. "You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment princess.” He said amused before putting a kiss on her shoulder. "Do you want me to continue?" She nodded her head in response which stretched a smile on Ron's face. A fourth one, butterflies were felt in her stomach. Fifth one, a louder scream. Sixth one, she felt the blood in her clit making it grow with pleasure. Seventh, she couldn't wait no more.

"Ron please fuck me!" She beg making him chuckle.

Pressing himself against her he put his hands on her hips and slipped in her tearing her a moan of ecstasy tilting the head backwards, beginning with slow back and forth, so that she could feel him going and coming in her of all his length. He quickly accelerated the cadence, making resound in the room the sound of his skin to slap against hers. Nestling his face in her neck, which stifled his hoarse moans, he placed his hands on hers still on the wall. She felt him pressing in her back to penetrate her as deeply as possible, then she took off one of her hands of the wall to come to place it behind his nape of the neck as she could and he covered her arm and her wrist of kisses, wrist around which he rolled up his long fingers, his other hand always on hers on the wall sliding along her arm and coming to slip on her belly, tightening her, desperate to feel her against him. Hearing her moan his name increased his pleasure tenfold, when he felt her legs start to shake he knew that she was not far from the orgasm, then he tightened his embrace around her waist and kissed her behind the ear.

"Marry me." He whispered in her ear making her wide open her eyes in shock.

"Tha-That's unexpected." She blew between two moans.

"I think it's a very original way to propose." He chuckled getting deeper inside her to finally break her, filling the room with her yelling drowning with him into a powerful orgasm. "Should I take that for a yes?" He laughed, she trying to find her breath.

"No more secret."

"No more secret." He replied tightening her in his arms and kissing her cheek.

Found out that I now need more Iceman/Cyclone/Wolfman/Slider/Hollywood/Hangman daddy/sugar daddy kink and jealous make out in my life.

Did I cry at the end? Absolutely yes

You Have Twins || Iceman [h.c]

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When the ultrasound technician spotted not one but two babies at your scan, you thought she was playing some kind of joke on you 

Tom was gawking at the screen with the stupidest smile, only because he too didn’t know whether or not Dr. Amy was kidding with you two

“No, I’m serious. There’s Baby A, and Baby B is right here,” 

Ice was standing to his feet and walking around the bed

He’s standing in front of the screen 

“No way,” 

“Yes way, Mr. Kazansky,” 

The way Tom’s smile brightened 

“We’re having two babies,”

You were still in disbelief, and then he got really excited

“WE’RE HAVING TWO BABIES!” 

The man had wanted to be a daddy ever since you met him, so the fact he was being gifted double trouble, he was perfectly fine with that 

Well, nine months later, out came via a scheduled c-section– Vivian Rose and Victor Axel Kazansky. Vivian was born two minutes before her brother

When Tom went to see them while you were in recovery, he was elated. The man never thought he could love someone more than he loved you, but the second Vivian and Victor were played in his arms– he exploded with love 

“Vivan and Victor, I’m your daddy… This is a crazy world, but I promise. Your mommy and I are going to protect you.” 

When Iceman brought the babies to you to meet, you were over the moon. They looked identical, and you two were thankful they were different sexes, or else it would be a Nicky and Alex situation from Full House with Jesse and Becky 💀

As soon as you guys got home, the sleepless nights began

Every night though, Ice would wake up with you. For each feeding, he was burping and changing the other twin as you wrapped up sessions 

“Tom, you need to go to bed. You have work tomorrow.”

“And leave you up and alone with the babies? No.”

Every morning that he left for work, you feared being alone with them by yourself, but you ventured well

And every evening when Tom got home, he’d instantly send you off to have some peace to yourself while he tended to the twins

As the kids started to grow up, Vivan said “dada” first while Victor said “mama” first, which would lay out the foundation of them being a daddy’s girl and momma’s boy in life 

The twins adored Iceman. They’d squeal and laugh each time he walked through the door, both gravitating toward him

“How are my babies doing?” 

He’d kiss their faces before pulling you close for a searing kiss 

As they grew into the toddler stages, it got terrorizing there for a little while, because the twins loved to hit the other  

You’d turn your back, and Vivian would pop Victor across the head, forcing him to cry. When you’d calm him down, he’d unleash havoc on his twin sister, always wrapping his fingers around her blonde hair and yanking 

She didn’t like that 

You and Tom oftentimes found yourselves playing referee, especially when the twins got into their school years. But no one could hurt them, except their twin. If Victor saw a little kid being mean to his sister, he’d hurt them

And that meant you and Tom sat in for many conferences 

“I don’t know what Victor’s issue is.”

Tom thought the principal was crazy

“Some parent’s kid is being a bully. He’s taking up for his sister.” 

“Mr. Kazansky, we do not tolerate physical fighting. Especially in kindergarten.” 

“Then maybe I should have a talk with that kid’s parents.”

“Tom, sweetheart,” 

“No, I’m serious.” 

Thankfully, Tom didn’t have to fight another parent. You then discovered that Maverick’s daughter, Maddie, was also attending the same school 

So Maddie was added to their friend group 

Both Vivian and Maddie are the same age, and it pushed for both girls to become the best of friends. Not only that, with Victor and Maverick’s son, Nathan, being two years apart, they would develop a strong bond 

Iceman always helped the kids with homework. They honestly never wanted you to help, only their father. Which you thought was the best outcome. You didn’t want to cry over 5th-grade math problems

The elementary school transitioned into middle, and before you knew it– your babies were in high school

Maddie and Victor may have started dating behind Maverick and Iceman’s backs 💀… More so Maverick’s. Iceman thought it was hilarious, his son caught the attention of Maddie Mitchell– but would go on to marry Bradley Bradshaw someday

“If your daughter breaks my kid’s heart, Maverick.” 

“Hey! Leave my little girl out of this! Tell your son to not stomp on my baby girl’s heart.” 

Maddie broke up with Victor. Whoops

Anywhosies, Navy timeeeee! Maddie, Victor, and Vivian joined the Navy together, with Nathan following behind shortly after, Bradley joining four years later 

Vivian and Victor made names for themselves. When anyone heard the last name “Kazansky” tagged to these kids, they knew they were smart, resilient, and quite cocky 

Iceman cried the day they graduated from training. He had never hugged two kids as tight as he did before

Vivian even made a promise to her father 

“One day, daddy, Vic, and I will carry you as you’ve always carried us.” 

That day came when Tom passed away

Vivan and Victor were a part of the group that carried their father’s casket, dressed in uniform, as they watched their Uncle Maverick stamp the wings to their father’s casket 

Everyone thought Viv and Vic were crazy to do such a thing, but they promised Tom they would carry him, no matter what happened

Geez, I want a jealous Tom Kazansky rn please.

Wrong Answer, Sweetheart

This man? Jealous? Possessive? Wherever did you get that idea? @juniebugg and @redpandabel this is for you.

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x F!Reader Word Count: 3600 Warnings: Smut, possessive behavior, jealousy, dirty talk Minors DNI

The O Club is full to bursting by the time you arrive. Which is to be expected on a Friday. Officers and civvies mingling with drinks in hand.

Ice had called you earlier, the patter of a shower in the background as he told you that he and the guys were headed over to grab a drink once they were done in the locker room. He asked you to meet him there. The thing the two of you have going on is still relatively new, so you were quick to agree, your finger twirling in the phone cable at the thought of Ice leaning over the phone in little more than a towel. You wrapped up your work for the day, drove home for a change of clothes, and then walked over to the club, fully expecting to be going home with Ice at the end of the night.

You spot him — well, more accurately, you spot Slider (the man's too damn tall) — in the corner of the bar near the pool table, surrounded by the rest of his class, and push your way through the crowd. When you reach the group, you brush your hand over Ice's arm, sidling up to him and meeting his eyes through your long lashes. "Hey."

And for a heart-stopping moment, he fixes you with a smile-

"Well, look who it is," Wolfman drawls, Hollywood whistling as you settle against Ice's side.

"Lookin' mighty fine today, Mrs. Ice," Hollywood says with a wink, and you chuckle at the harmless flirtation. They all know you're off-limits, but Ice's hand tightens around your waist all the same, and he shoots Hollywood a glare while he takes a sip of his beer.

Wolfman isn't deterred. " Mighty fine. " If anything, Ice's annoyance spurs him on. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have a sister, would you?"

"She'd be out of your league, too, Wolf," Slider says, earning a satisfied snort from Ice and howls from the rest of the pilots. After that, the conversation drifts back to where it had derailed when you first joined.

Eventually, you decide that you need a drink. You try to bring Ice with you, but he's busy detailing all the reasons why what Chipper said is categorically wrong. He gently shakes your hand from his and leaves you to wander to the bar on your own.

Your lips press into a tight line. You open your mouth to say something — why invite me along for a drink if you aren't going to spend time with me? — but stop short. That won't get you anywhere, not in front of his colleagues.

You stomp your way through the crowd until you're pressed against the smooth, lacquered wood of the bar and settle in for the long wait until the bartender can take your order. You're drawing figure eights in the condensation left behind by someone's glass when someone shoves themself into the bar beside you

"Hey!" A smile parts your lips. Mav. You pull the pilot into a hug. "When did you get here?" Mav is easy to talk with, and the two of you fall into an easy conversation. He asks you about your job, smiling even though you know he must be bored out of his mind while you go on about your spreadsheets.

It doesn't take long for the conversation to turn flirty, as things with Mav tend to do. He brushes imaginary dust off your shoulder, places a hand against the small of your back to steady you when some rowdy patrons knock you off balance, leans in close so he can hear you over the music and other conversations. You know that he doesn't mean anything by it. Not with you. It's just who he is — all dare and charm and green eyes.

Every so often, your attention flickers over to Ice, but he's still deep in conversation.

When the bartender finally makes it over to you, you ask him for a beer — whatever's on tap — and Mav leans in to add his and Goose's next round on top of it. "Put it on my tab."

Mouth open in mock surprise, you turn to face the pilot. "Are you buying me a drink, Mav?"

"Someone's got to," he says, eyebrow raised as he chances his own look toward Ice.

"Pretty bold of you."

"I'm told some women like bold."

"Some?" Mav looks down and to the side at your question as if he's embarrassed. And that's something you weren't expecting. You wonder who the lucky lady is. "Is the notorious Maverick having girl troubles?" His eyes meet yours, and you know that you're right. As the bartender returns with your drinks, you bite your bottom lip to hold in a guffaw. "Oh c'mon, Mav. A pretty boy like you?"

A hand slams on the bar between you and Maverick no later than those words leave your lips. You jump, eyes blown wide in surprise.

"Money for the lady's drink."

"Hey, Ice." Mav stumbles back against the bar, a mischievous glint in his green eyes as Ice forcibly shoulders his way between you and the other pilot.

"Mitchell." He shoots Mav a look that could kill. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Thought that was pretty obvious," Mav says. "I was buying a pretty girl a drink." He has the audacity to wink at you, and Ice shoves himself further into his space.

"You better watch your mouth," Ice snaps.

A Cheshire grin takes over Maverick's face. "I've certainly got my eyes on someone's mouth."

Instead of responding, Ice reaches out and grabs your hand, still glaring at Maverick. "We're leaving."

"Don't be ridiculous," you say, slipping your hand from his as he'd done to you earlier. "We just got here."

"Yeah, Ice." And Mav knows precisely what he's doing with that mocking tone. Ice stands to his full height, looking down his nose at Maverick, who is more than a couple inches shorter than him with the way he's casually leaning against the bar. "Don't be ridiculous."

A hand grabs your arm around the bicep and leads — practically drags — you out of the bar. Mav gives you a half-hearted salute, all three drinks in his hands as he disappears into the crowd like the shit-stirring goblin he is.

Ice escorts you from the bar in record time. His face is an indecipherable mask as he brings you to the passenger side of his car, opens the door, and crowds forward until you have no choice but to sit in the leather seat. He towers over you. "What the hell was that?"

"Which part? You ditching me in a Navy bar, or you dragging me out of said bar?"

Light from the building plays across his jaw as it tenses, but that's the only tell that anything is wrong. Otherwise, his expression gives nothing away. "Why were you talking with Mitchell?" It's less a question than a demand for an answer.

You can't help but scoff. "You can't ditch your girl at a bar and then act surprised when someone gives her a little attention."

"You like that, huh? The attention of other guys."

And it stings. Hot and cold at the same time. Like frostbite. Two can play at that game. "Nothing wrong with a little variety," you bite back. It's a lie; normally, Ice would know that, but his eyes are still glacial when he steps back to close your door and hops into the driver's seat. He sits there for a handful of seconds, not looking at you. Not starting the car. So you make a split-second decision and place your hand on the door pull, popping it open.

"Where do you think you're going?" His eyes bore into the back of your head. It's enough to stop you in your tracks.

"For a drink."

"With Mitchell."

You glare back at him, exasperated. "Yeah. With Mav." You like that, huh? The attention of other guys. "Don't wait up. I'm sure he can give me a ride home."

Your eyes stay locked, neither of you blinking as the implication hangs heavy in the air.

"You're not going anywhere." You close the door as Ice starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.

The ride to Ice's housing is silent. Ice eyes the road with a single-minded determination, his face an impassive mask, but his fists grip the steering wheel harder than necessary. You look resolutely out the passenger window as dark, sandy beaches turn into telephone poles, mailboxes, fences, and finally, Ice's driveway. Ice doesn't help you out of the car when you arrive, just unlocks the front door and expects you to follow.

You find him in the kitchen, sipping bourbon and pouring another two fingers' worth of the amber liquid into a rocks glass for you. But you turn the drink down when he tries to hand it to you. "I'm not thirsty."

"But you'll let Mitchell buy you a drink."

"At least he offered." You wanted him to buy you a drink, but he'd been too busy for you.

"That why you let him touch you?"

Your eyes roll. "Is that what this is about?"

"That is exactly what this is about." Ice throws your drink back in one go, leaving both glasses on the counter before crowding you against the wall. The glint behind blue eyes tells you you're in trouble. "You are mine ." Each word is bitten out, and you can't help how you react, head tilting back and lips parting in anticipation of a kiss that never comes. Instead, Ice leans in until his breath caresses your ear. "Or do you need a reminder?"

You'd love one. Instead, you say: "I don't belong to anybody ."

A deceptively soft kiss is pressed to the spot where your jaw meets the long line of your neck. "Wrong answer, sweetheart." One of Ice's hands grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you into a bruising kiss, his tongue tasting of vanilla, oak, and caramel from the bourbon. You moan helplessly as his teeth catch your lower lip before he releases it in favor of sucking a deep mark over your pulse. One you won't be able to hide. One he'll be sure to parade you around in with his arm draped around your waist or hand tucked into your back pocket.

And a part of you likes the idea of that. Shouldn't , but does, and it sends a thrill through you.

"Get on your knees." Heat blossoms in your chest, mouth watering as your tongue runs over your lips to chase the hints of bourbon Ice has left behind. Placing your hands on Ice's chest, you scratch your nails down his front until your knees hit the kitchen tile. "You know what to do." You do. Your fingers trace the outline of him where he's already straining through his pants, but he stops that real quick.

His fingers catch your chin and angle your face up. "Don't tease." Then, while he still clutches your chin, you blindly reach for his belt, the metal clinking open before you pop the button and pull down his zipper. His other hand pulls his cock free and slaps it against your cheek before brushing it against your full lips. "Open up."

Your pink tongue pokes past your lips in invitation as Ice guides his cock into your mouth. His taste on your tongue never fails to pull a groan from you. Ice encourages you with a hiss. You lick around the fat tip before enthusiastically taking more of him into your hot mouth.

"That's it," he encourages as you get into a rhythm, bobbing up and down on his cock. You hollow your cheeks as you release the head with a pop to kiss and lick all along the shaft, lips dark and slick with spit as you take him into your mouth once again. "That's my girl." You moan around his cock in your mouth — my girl — the vibrations knocking Ice's head back, his hips jerking forward until you're gagging, eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Look so good chocking on my cock." The praise has you practically purring, and you pull off his cock for a quick breath before taking him as far down as you can, ignoring the tears as they track down your cheeks and swallow around him. You're rewarded with another sinful groan that goes straight to the heat between your legs.

A hand pulls you off of him, Ice's other hand coming down to fist at his cock, its glide slick. And he hasn't done this before, but you keep your mouth open, looking up at him through long lashes when his breath catches, and the first rope of his release bursts salty across your tongue. When he's done, he catches the cum that's missed your lips with his thumb and pushes it against your tongue, and you suck it down with the rest of him.

Ice is on you again as soon as you stand up, the crisscross of the kitchen tiles still freshly imprinted on your knees. Your back is once again pressed to the wall, one of your legs pulled up to circle his hip, blue eyes sharp as his hand slips beneath the waist of your jean shorts to find you soaking.

"Look at you," he murmurs, fingers gliding over your puffy lips. "Who's got you this wet, huh?" You huff and look away, and he sinks a finger into you to the knuckle. No resistance. "Eyes on me, sweetheart." And the endearment sounds vicious from his lips. You don't want to look, but you can't help it. He's magnetic.

You whimper and grind your swollen clit against his palm when he slips another finger into you, but Ice pulls back. His fingers return to running up and down the length of your heat — "Who?" — barely-there touches a far cry from what he knows you need.

"You know who," you say, swiveling your hips and pulling him closer to you with the leg wrapped around his hip and down his leg. His fingers start up again, and you let out a breathy chuckle, thinking you've won.

Ice's fingers skillfully build you up higher and higher until: "Yeah, but I want to hear you say it." You clench desperately around nothing when his fingers withdraw. Your high receding like the tide until it has well and truly slipped through your fingers and all you can do is whine. Once he's sure you're not going to cum, his fingers press back into you, massaging at your g-spot, and you arch into him, keening. "Who?"

"Fuck, Ice. You. "

"That's not my name."

Another frustrated groan tumbles from your lips as his fingers leave your core to ruck your shirt up beneath your arms, pulling down the cups of your bra until your breasts pop out. He attacks a nipple with lips and teeth and tongue. "You, Tom. You, you, you ."

He pulls off of you when you arch into his mouth. "That wasn't so hard, now, was it?" His lips ghost up your neck with a final lick to your peaked nipple, drawing goosebumps in their wake. "What do you want me to do about it?" he whispers directly into your ear, tugging at the lobe with his teeth. His hips rock against yours, pressing hot and hard against your clothed clit, fingers skimming along the waist of your shorts, and you whimper. Ready for round two.

"Touch me. Please."

Ice releases your leg, hooks his fingers in your belt loops, and drags you away from the wall. Then, faster than you can keep up with while your mind is swimming, he bends you over the kitchen table. Talented fingers reach around to unbutton your shorts and pull them down your long legs. You peek at him over your shoulder, shivering at the chill of fresh air against your slick folds. Ice's hands are back on you, but they aren't touching you where you need him to, fingers skirting around your slick heat to tease your upper thighs. You groan.

"What? You said to touch you."

"That the best you got, Ice?" You yelp, back arching when Ice's palm connects with your asscheek, its sting blazing and blurring into pleasure.

"I'm just getting started."

His fingers delve back into your heat and yours grip the edge of the table, eyes falling shut as you press your cheek against the polished wood, and you moan.

When you open your eyes again, you have a clear line of sight to the window at the front of the assignment. The glass is blocked by a near-translucent sheet — calling it a curtain would probably be too generous. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to fend off a groan as Ice's fingers disappear from you, the sound of his zipper soon following. "We should probably take this upstairs," you suggest, neck craning as your eyes lock with his over your shoulder.

Ice runs the thick head of his cock over your cunt, leans over you, and his fingers are back on your jaw. He redirects your gaze to the window, the fabric billowing in the gentle night breeze. "Thought you liked the attention," he hisses into your ear, and then he's sinking into you in a single thrust.

He doesn't give you time to adjust to him, just picks up a slow tempo — dragging his hips back until you're squeezing around nothing and filling you back up until your walls are fluttering around him and your cheeks are flushed. "We just started," he murmurs, "and you're already close, aren't you?"

You want to say something clever about how he's brought you the edge a couple times now, but he fucks the words out of you, chuckling as you make a strangled noise.

"Bet Mitchell couldn't fuck you like this, huh?"

And you know it's supposed to be rhetorical, but you can't help yourself. "Bet he'd think of something," you pant. "He's creative like that."

"Pretty boy wouldn't know what to do with a girl like you."

"You spend a lot of time thinking about Mav fucking me?"

Ice presses your cheek back into the table, his hand resting between your shoulder blades so that your ass sticks up in the air. "Shut up." His pace picks up with the steady clap of skin on skin and the creak of the table against the tile floor. And the spring in your abdomen coils so tight that if he keeps fucking you like that, you'll reach nirvana in no time.

"You're mine, " he all but growls, biting at the junction of your neck and shoulder and sucking. "Mine to treat. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck whenever and wherever —" his hand fists in your hair, pulling until you're staring straight out the window to the deserted road "—I want." Your body spasms, walls fluttering around his cock before it disappears, and you could scream , but all that comes out is a whimper. "And you'll cum when I let you."

"You fucking dick," you seethe.

"You love my fucking dick." He thrusts back into you, pulling out again when you roll back to meet him halfway. "Don't you?" You throw your head back and keen when he bottoms out in you again, grinding that perfect cock against your sweet spot and making you see stars. "Tell me."

"I fucking love your cock."

"Yeah, you do." Ice rewards you with another hard thrust. "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours." You clench down around him, unable to help the roll of your hips against his. "All yours. Only yours."

"You sure, princess? Sounded like you didn't need me earlier," he says, and it's smug now. Mocking. "Sure you don't want me to call Mitchell to finish you off?"

"He couldn't handle me," you whine. "Couldn't treat me good like you do. Pretty boy couldn't — fuck!" You're babbling now, Ice's pace picking up to fuck you stupid, but you don't care that the neighbors can hear you as long as Ice keeps fucking you like that. As long as he keeps hitting that spot and his balls keep slapping your clit, keeps kissing your neck, keeps grunting in your ear.

"Couldn't what, sweetheart?" His hands pull your hips back to meet his.

"Couldn't give me what I need. Not like you can. Fuck! Not like you. Never like you."

You're so close that it hurts. "Please," you sob, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. "Please, Tom. Please let me cum. Please, please, please. I'm yours. All yours. Please."

"Don't worry, baby," he croons. "I've got you."

And then you're dissolving into pleasure, melting into the wood grain of the table as Ice continues to chase his own end. He pulls out when his hips stutter, hand on his cock, cumming all over your pussy, thick strands of white dripping down your thighs.

His.

Instead of letting you up, Ice leans back over you, taking his time to suck more marks into the unblemished canvas of your shoulders, neck, jaw.

“Ice,” you whine, your earlier passion replaced with heart-swelling annoyance. “You can’t do this every time someone talks to me at the bar.”

Ice smiles against your skin, calloused hands running a path down your body until they reach your soiled thighs and give you a mischievous squeeze. “Guess you’ll just have to be more careful.”

You guffaw. “Of what? Talking with people?”

“You’re mine, and I don’t share,” he hums, nuzzling his agreement into the crook of your neck. “ Especially not with Mitchell.”

The unexpected visitor

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

Summary: All day long Jake waited to come to take care of his girl who turned him on by texts, he certainly doesn't expect who's waiting for him.

Warnings: NO MINORS +18, explicit sexual content, oral sex giving and receiving, swearing

"Can't wait for you to come home."

A smirk stretched his lips as he read the text before putting his phone in his pocket and grab his helmet joining the rest of the squad for today's exercise.

They had been texting each other hot all day and Jake was just waiting for one thing, the end of the day to get home and honor his fiancée the best way he knew how. That is, between her legs. When the day finally came to an end he didn't hesitate to rush home, jumping out of the car and rushing inside the house he let the door slam behind him to announce his return before happily exclaiming from the hallway into the living room.

"Baby I'm here!" He took off his shirt and pants while walking through the house looking for her. “Spread your legs wide open for me I'm coming! Also I'm gonna fuck your little mouth so hard you won't be able to talk for a few days. Fuck, Love I'm gonna destroy you." He froze in place as he came into the living room dressed only in his boxers and saw her sitting in one of the armchairs, a man sitting across from her on the couch, both of them looking at him dumbfounded. Jake's smile tightened with embarrassment.

"Honey, Father Edwards came to visit us unexpectedly, to talk about the wedding, could you put your clothes on please."

Father Edwards looked down at his glass of water clearing his throat, Jake, still with his embarrassed smile on his face apologized before walking backwards into the kitchen picking up his clothes as he went.

 "If you'll excuse me for a moment." In a strangled, high-pitched voice she rose to join him as their guest replied with a nod.

 "You could have warned me!" He exclaimed whispering so that the priest wouldn’t hear them.

 "I didn't have time! How was I supposed to guess you would go home claiming you wanna fuck me. Jesus .. what he is going to think .. '' She put her hand on her forehead, the other on her hips. "Okay, put your clothes on and shut it. Let me handle this."

She starts to walk away before coming back to him and kissing him, he was turned on by her authority.

"That said, I still can't wait for you to destroy me." She said with a low voice before heading to the living room, provoking a smile from ear to ear to Jake who followed her.

She returned to her seat, Jake taking his place beside her, nodding with a pinched smile to Father. "Father Edwards, you look great."

"Jake, nice to see you again. I had come to see you to discuss your wedding ceremony." With a proud smile Jake took one of her hands that she had crossed in her lap and clasped it in his, a smile she returned, " I haven't seen you since when you came to me to ask me to officiate."

"Oh yeah, we've been busy with work a lot."

"You know it's customary to have an appointment before that to make sure of your ... motivations, that it's a commitment that you're making in good conscience. To make sure that you're aware of what it means, to answer your questions and discuss how the ceremony will go."

Unlike Jake's family, his future wife's family had never been very religious and a civil one would probably have required less preparation. Nevertheless, it has been finally decided that the civil ceremony would be followed by a religious one in order to agree with Jake's family and to please them. They didn’t intend to start their life as newlyweds with a conflict between the two families who couldn’t agree. So that's why today Father Edwards found himself sitting on their couch at the least opportune moment.

"Well at least there is no doubt about your motivation for this wedding, you do really love you both. " He said amused which disconcerted the young lovers in front of him.

"Always done with love padre." Jake threw happily and proudly, too much for the young woman's taste.

"Jake for God's sake please don't say more words."

"Um, dear child, don't involve Him in this please. Well, I'm gonna leave you ... you two certainly have things to do." He winked at them and she just wanted to bury herself deep underground. "It would still be a good idea to make an appointment soon to discuss all this."

All three of them got up and they walked him to the door.

"Thank you for coming Father Edwards and ... I'm sorry, truly."

He put a hand on her shoulder still amused. "It doesn't matter my child. I don't see that every day, fortunately."

Once he was out, she closed the door and leaned against it.

"Well we will be lucky if he still wants to marry us."

Jake who had remained in the background, hands in the pockets of his jeans, held back from laughing and she felt like hitting him for this embarrassing situation.

"I'm sorry ... That's wrong, I'm not."

She rolled her eyes before returning to the living room, the pilot on her heels. As she bent down to clear the coffee table to take the glasses back to the kitchen, he put his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck.

"Please now can you let me fill you."

His words were met with an elbow to the stomach that made him laugh and tighten his grip around her.

"You're so a classy man Seresin."

"Hey! You turned me on all day long and I've been waiting all day for this to happen. You should have known what was waited for you once I came home. "

"That's my fault now?! Do I need to show you the texts to refresh your memory, you're the one who initiated this." A plaintive sound came out of his chest as she headed for the kitchen, following still glued to her.

"I know. But this is my way to show you how much I love you."  Her laugh that he loved so much rang in his ears as she burst out laughing and sliding his hands over her hips to turned her around. "You can't imagine the pure joy I feel to know I'll be able to hear that sound for the rest of my life." He took the glasses she still had, one in each hand, and placed it behind her on the work surface. Passing his arms under buttocks he raised her to sit on it then slipped his hands on her hips.

"Is it bad to want to make love to the girl I love?"

"You always want to, it's like your first human need." She joked, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"That's because I love you so much darling.” Coming to kiss her neck he carried her back to sit her on the kitchen table lower than the countertop, allowing him to be just the right height between her legs.

"Now, are you allowing me to show you I love you?" He asked whispering in her ear which made her feel thrills down her spine.

Without waiting more, he went up her dress on her thighs, caressing them of his hot hands, of a hand in the hollow of her kidneys he approached her so that she can be on the edge of the table. He placed his lips on hers mixing his tongue with hers, her hands sliding on his chest to his waist to catch his shirt that she removed him making him raise his arms, the sight that it offered her made her bite her lower lip what excited more the blond who came to caress her over her underwear. The sudden presence of his hand on her crotch made her flinch with surprise and she contracted her thighs encircling more firmly his waist. Depositing kisses on her collarbone, going up towards her ear he withdrew her panties to come then slip a finger in her, causing her to squeak. He added a finger, fingering her with his index and middle fingers, caressing her clitoris with his thumb. Her movements of pelvis and the acceleration of her breath intensified the excitation of Jake which manifested itself by the hardening of his member tight in his jeans. A hand in his nape, the other on his wrist, she squeaked so strong of pleasure that he could have come just by listening to it. A hoarse moan of his share resounded in her ear that accentuated her excitation, she wanted some more, more than to feel his fingers in her. He withdrew it from her slowly to let her feel all the movement and came to squat in front her open legs, going up his hand of her thigh to her chest  meaning to her to lean back in order to better open to him. Placing her legs on his shoulders he plunged his face between her thighs and she let escape a cry of pleasure by feeling his wet and hot tongue lapping her intimacy.

"God Jake!" In a lively gesture she clutched his hair and arched her pelvis to better offer herself to him. The tip of his tongue caressed her small button of flesh so sensitive what made her tremble of pleasure, he made the turn of it with the tip of his tongue before sucking, alternating the two. He felt her clitoris swelling between his lips what provoked him a smile of satisfaction. With his tongue he went through her wet slit feeling her almost to fail, her breathing was jerky, her movements of pelvis more insistent, she couldn’t wait any more. He straightened up and came to offer her her own taste on his lips before murmuring against hers.

"You get me so excited when you squeal like that."

She laughed a little as she felt his excitement through his jeans.

"Yeah, I can feel it and I think I can fix it." He raised an intrigued eyebrow and bit his lip as he saw her get off the table and come to her knees. In a split second she undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before sliding it with his boxers down his thighs. She threw him a vicious glance whereas he slipped a hand in her hair. When she took it in her mouth he tilted his head back with a sigh of ecstasy, he liked to feel himself in her and this in all possible ways, this one being by far his favorite. Her tongue wrapped around his length, which she went through at a slow pace at first then she accelerated feeling his grip tighten around her hair. The tip of her tongue played with his foreskin making him moan of pleasure. When she took him again in mouth Jake gave a blow of kidney to come to sink in her throat. When he looked down at her he saw that she had one hand around his member, caressing herself with the other, he liked to see her excited and making herself feel good by giving him pleasure. His own increased tenfold he began a long series of brutal back and forth to feel himself go to the bottom of her throat pressing on the back of her skull. She ended up withdrawing to take a big breath, small tears beading in the corners of her eyes by the feeling of his cock tapping in the bottom of her throat. He helped her to stand up by taking her by the hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs before coming to kiss her passionately and to sit her down again on the table. His arms around her, their two bodies pressed one against the other, their intimacies caressing.

"Jake please.." She moaned.

"What sweetheart?"

"Take me now."

He inserted himself then in her, she was so wet that he slipped easily, leaned on her a hand on the table, he passed his other arm under one of her knees to raise her leg and better sink in her. The sensation of her sex contracting around his doubled his pleasure and he shook his head as if to clear his head while the pulsations of his heart became stronger. Their two pelvises dancing together, him giving big knocks to go more deeply in her and her to receive him better, the sound of their skins clacking one against the other mixed with the short breaths and the moans. Her hands clutched the edge of the table to which she clung desperately not to fail.

"Shit, this table won't ever handle this." He joked burying his face in her neck, pressing his lips against her burning skin, one of her hands dropped the edge of the table to come and press against his nape, in which she planted her nails to which he responded by growling and biting the skin of her neck on which he was going to leave a hickey.

"Ja.. Jake, Please go faster."

"This babe wants more uh? Ask and you'll receive." Without releasing his face from her neck he grips her hips firmly controlling the movements of her pelvis against which he comes crashing faster at her request making her scream louder.

"Fuck Jake! I can't no more!"

"Come for me babe, come around me and I'll fill you up."

While she tightens abruptly a last time around his waist, the orgasm invades her tearing off a cry of pleasure bringing Jake to his paroxysm and joining her, pouring in her, tightening his embrace and moaning in his turn. Out of strength she releases her size of her thighs, and slides her arms around his nape snuggling against him. They remain one moment in that position, him between her legs his arms around her, hers around his nape, taking back their breaths, exhausted by their frolic.

"See how much I love you?" He says his lips against hers with a smirk making her laugh.

"Never doubted about it. I love you so much too Jake. Never leave me."

"Never been in my plans Love. I'm gonna make you mine forever."

Get your attention

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x f!reader

Summary: Going home not having attention from his girlfriend Tom is going to propose her a bet.

Warnings: +18, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex, swearing

As Tom walked through the door, the light from the living room indicated him that it was where she was. He walked into the room to find her lying on the couch on her side, knees pulled up to her chest, her hands clasped under her cheek, head resting on the armrest and watching a movie on TV.

"Hey love, how was your day?" He said before leaning in to place a kiss on the top of her head.

"Calm and yours?" She said without looking away from the screen.

He went around the sofa to come to let himself fall on the small space which remained at the end of this one. He raised her legs to take a comfortable place and repositioned her legs on his thighs then tilted his head back against the back of the sofa.

"I can't stand him." She didn't need more than that to understand that he was talking about Maverick. Almost every night he found a way to complain about what he had done wrong during the day.

"Honey, stop caring. I hear so much about him that I feel like he's living with us."

As he gently caressed her legs he turned his head towards her before resuming.

"How do you want me to do it, he is a danger! He is totally unconscious, without any respect for the rules, unpredictable, dangerous." Under the absence of answer of her part he looked at the screen then the young woman. "Honey, are you listening to me?"

"Um um." She merely replied, already knowing these reproaches almost by heart.

Tom realized that she was no longer listening to him, perhaps he was indeed complaining a little too much about his rival. His attention returned to the screen. "What's this about?"

"Yes." She said in a weary tone making him raise an eyebrow as he turned his face towards her, she had completely dropped out and was pretending that she wasn't, thinking that he was still talking to her about Maverick. A slight chuckle shook his chest, she was completely absorbed in what she was looking at and nothing could have brought her out of her fixation, "everything maybe except ..?" He thought.

His hands slipped on her naked legs, going up to her hips, he inclined towards her, laying down kisses from the tip of his lips on her thighs going up towards the birth of her buttocks that her short shorts let guess.

"What are you doing Tom?"

"You seem to be quite captivated by your movie and not paying any attention to me. I bet I can still manage to turn you away." A smile stretching his lips, continuing to place kisses on her thigh.

A laugh echoed in her chest.

"And I bet you can't do it, it's way too interesting."

Coming to position himself above her he continued to cover her with kisses, first on the cheek, then in the neck, on the shoulder, while one of his hands caressed her thigh, going up he seized one of her buttocks in the palm of his hand before squeezing it then going down again to slip it between her thighs. He pressed himself against her coming to growl in her neck what made her laugh and she gesticulated under him, pushing back him posing a hand on his chest.

"Tom." She said laughing without however looking away from the screen. In response he seized her wrist, bringing it to his lips to kiss the inside. "Leave me alone Kazansky." She added knowing very well that it would cause the opposite.

"You didn't work today, you got all the peace and quiet you wanted." He dipped his head into her neck again. "Give me some attention." He grumbled.

"You’re crushing me." She simply replied in a joking tone.

He nibbled the skin of her neck, sliding his arms under her back, his palms then sliding under her backside. She slid one hand through his hair and the other down his back. "Here, here's some affection."

He stood up abruptly, putting his hands on either side of her head for support, and looked at her open-mouthed.

"You call that affection?" His outraged look made her giggle and before she could return her gaze to the TV, he grabbed her legs which he pulled on to unfold them and totally lay her on the couch. A cry of surprise escaped her lips and she turned her head towards him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm gonna make you scream girl."

That sentence was enough to set her on fire and she suddenly found him much more interesting than what she had been looking at. Tom spread her legs and came to stand between them, making them go up and cross around his waist as he leaned over her burying his head under her shirt to kiss her already burning skin and was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt her heart beating faster under her chest and came to catch one of her nipples between his teeth, grabbing her second breast which made her flinch and let out a "Shit Tom." tightening the grip of her thighs around his waist. His tongue traced the outline of her nipple making her breathe harder. He pulled out from under her shirt with a naughty smile on his lips and came to crush them on hers. Sliding her hands on his chest she grabbed the bottom of his shirt to remove him and he did the same with hers. His muscular chest with the hot skin crushed again against her naked chest and pleasant tingling ran through her neck. She attacked then in his belt and the button of his jeans, he withdrew her shorts in a fraction of second and contemplated her one moment finding her always amazing, even if he knew now her body by heart he didn't get tired to look at it in the slightest details.

"Damn. Fuck I love you. "

His piercing blue eyes caught hers and he detected a small spark of excitement in it that raised the temperature in him as well.

"Show me you're the best Iceman." A growl came from his throat, he moved closer to her ear his warm breath caressing her, his breath to her neck.

"I'm not sure you're ready for that yet." He sighed in a husky voice that she felt the effect of in her crotch.

"I still am for you." She sighed in return as he slid one of his hands along her waist, over her hips and then down her thigh to finally nestle it between her legs.

"Are you sure about this?" She nodded her head with her cheeks now flushed. "Then you don't mind if I check." He finished by inserting two fingers inside her, making her arch her back in surprise and squeal, him smiling in satisfaction at finding her already heavily moist. She began to undulate the pelvis under the excitement, Tom nibbling her ear, this area being particularly erogenous for her, it was enough to feel his warm breath, that he whispers something in the ear for her to feel butterflies in her lower belly. She almost implored him to be more present in her following which he withdrew his fingers, touching by the tip of his index finger her lower lip, that she took in her mouth, her glance planted in his.

"Good girl." He murmured contentedly.

A hand above her head, the other posed on her hip, he slipped inside her and she welcomed him by tightening her legs around his waist. Their tongues intermingled a few moments before he finished by withdraw from her causing her a grumble of frustration. Frustration which went away at once when he went down lower to position his head between her legs and without warning started to play with his tongue on her clitoris, his hands seizing her hips to limit movements. Again she arched her back, her breath panting, one hand on one of his, the other gripping his hair which made him grunt with pleasure. Her moans meant she wanted more, so he slipped his fingers into her again, feeling her contract around it. When he felt she was about to reach ecstasy he stopped and straightened up smiling making her whimper with frustration again. He wanted to make her go crazy and wild under the deprivation of an orgasm. He sat down then, the head rocked backwards, the strong breath, the eyes closed and a huge smile while waiting for her to seek him, what he didn't have to wait too long. In a fraction of second she came to straddle him, passing each of her legs on each side of his waist, slipping his hands in her back, he had a moan of pleasure when she positioned herself on his member.

Both undulated hips, she to better feel him, he to go always further in her. Grabbing the sofa behind his head with one hand, the other on his shoulder, she captured between her teeth his lower lip that she bit while Tom wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her stuck to him, the other grabbing her hair. Whereas he felt the pleasure to go up always higher to reach soon its paroxysm, kidneys shots were made slower but always pushed to the farthest, their two bodies in sweat sticking one to the other, their skins devoured by the fire which animated them. Feeling thousands of tingling through his body he poured in her in a final blow of kidneys reaching finally the orgasm both.

Out of breath he put his forehead against hers, his two arms embracing her waist not to undo their embrace.

"So, you thought I couldn't do it?" He finishes by saying softly causing a small laugh from his girlfriend.

"You're way too good at this." She took his face in her hands and placed a kiss on his burning forehead. "Since I'm the one who lost, what's your gain?"

"Another round." He stood up holding her still against him, her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, leading them both into their room laughing.

Plus one part four

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

Summary: After running away from Jake she realizes that maybe she's really into him and that scares her.

Part one. Two. Three.

Warnings: wound, mention of blood, insults

Jake didn't have time to see it coming when she slipped out of his embrace and almost ran away. He was so confused that he stood there for a moment before he finally regained the use of his legs and tried to catch her.

"Y/N!"

He lost sight of her as she rushed into the building, glanced around to finally see her in the distance entering the ladies' room. He slipped between the guests to reach the place and when he was about to arrive there, he saw Erin entering in her turn. He stopped, couldn't see himself throwing the bride out of the bathroom at her own wedding and he preferred to avoid drawing attention to themselves, even if it was probably already too late.

Running a hand across the back of his neck, he raised his face to the ceiling and let out a sigh. Why had she reacted like that? Had he gone too far? This evening had brought them closer than they had been able to get in almost a year, he didn't think he was wrong in thinking that she shared a mutual attraction, well he had believed it up to that point and she hadn't really tried to put him on another track. Perhaps she had had a reason of her own for having reacted in that way. In any case they were going to have to clear things up.

•

She entered in hurry in the toilets and rushed to the sink, opening the tap on cold water she put some on her face to make go down again the inferno in her cheeks due to what had just happened with Jake and her race to leave him in the lurch. She turned off the tap and put her hands on either side of the sink and looked in the mirror. At the same time Erin slipped inside the room and walked towards her with a worried expression on her face.

"Something's wrong Y/N?"

She put a hand on her shoulder looking at her in the mirror. Y/N took a deep breath before turning to her. She needed to release what was in her heart and talk to a friend.

"Erin I like you a lot you know that. I have to tell you something but promise me you'll keep it to yourself."

The bride nodded before checking to make sure no one else was in the bathroom, indicating to her friend to continue. She then told him about her masquerade with Jake, the fact that he had offered to be her date to save her from having to endure yet more questions and pained looks, dates arranged by the aunts to meet their nephew, explained to her that she had felt for some time an attraction for her neighbor that she didn't think he shared given the number of women passing by his house and the lack of attempt to get closer to her if it was the case, and finally his attitude tonight, and his more than closeness to her.

"He turned me upside down. I panicked so I ran away, left him hanging there, oh my god what is he going to think? Maybe it offended him?"

She placed the palm of one of her hands on her forehead, the other on her waist and Erin put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her arm, amused to see her friend in this state, which was quite rare.

"You have a crush. But it's not a big deal, everything will be fine." She tried to reassure her.

"What if I just forgot? I've spent so much time alone that if anything I've forgotten how to behave! "

"Calm down. There's nothing to forget, it doesn't get forgotten and the way he's leading the way I'm sure you'll have no trouble following in his footsteps." Erin chuckled, "You should go back before he thinks you've really run away."

Erin replaced a few wild strands of Y/N's hair, hugged her quickly before gently throwing her out of the bathroom before she could protest. Y/N looked around looking for the blond head and saw him on the side of the dancefloor where he had been kidnapped by a group of older women led by Tilda. She smiled amused as she saw him giving them his charming smile, the conversation looked lively and he looked like a fish in water.

His bow tie was undone, the first buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up over his muscular forearms, he was so attractive that a wave of heat spread through her, thinking about what had happened in the garden. She turned on her heels to look away and cool her mind and was served by running into Harvey, Noah's grandfather, a small man approaching a hundred years old with two hairs on the rock fighting a duel, hunched over and walking with his cane as fast as he could to escape his wife. A tender smile stretched her lips.

"Oh darling! I haven't had a chance to see you yet. How are you?"

He put a hand on the young woman's arm, Harvey and Jody were Noah's grandparents and both having grown up together, they had become hers by proxy, especially the only ones for her, who had never had the chance to know hers.

"Harvey, very good, what about you, still running from Jody?" She sneered.  He glanced behind him.

"She's going to get my skin. I don't know how she hasn't done it in 70 years of marriage... She's baking me to a crisp."

She smiled, to tell the truth she hoped that one day she too would live something as long as these two, a tough love, a complicity and a support to any test.

"Darling, who’s this man that brought us? Is he treating you well? "

She almost lost her smile and had to make an effort to keep it and not worry Harvey with a sudden broken face. Lying to others had been one thing, lying to them was another. And this she hadn’t thought of before.

"Jake is my ... friend." She finally said in a way that didn't stray too far from the truth. "And he treats me very well." She reassured him in a soft voice accompanied by a smile.

"He'd better. Otherwise I'll take care of him."  He said as he made his cane dance, signifying that he would attack Jake with it.

Harvey patted her on the arm before resuming his frantic run to escape Jody.

And it was the case, he had treated her wonderfully well all evening, he had proposed to accompany her and he played his role wonderfully, she took her courage in both hands and turned around ready to join him. With what he did for her, she owed him an explanation, that is to say, she had totally panicked.

Passing her hands on her waist as if to avoid false folds on her dress she moved towards them before stopping suddenly. How was she going to manage to pretend anything after what had just happened, was he going to reject her? She took a deep breath as if to give herself courage and resumed her way. Arriving at their height, the women around her noticed her presence and gave her a smile. Positioning herself near the pilot, she slipped an arm around his.

"Oh Y/N there you are."

"Sweetie this man is wonderful, make sure you don't let him go."

Jake laughed and she had a little laugh too, she felt his gaze on her and without her expecting it under the circumstances, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her temple.

"Oh I consider myself the luckier of the two."

The women giggled and took their leave to move on to their next victim. Not daring to meet his eyes she contemplated the guests on the dance floor.

"Is everything okay? You seemed to be in a hurry to leave."

A grimace formed on her face after she bit the inside of his cheek too hard.

"I -." She was cut off by a young woman she knew all too well, but never thought she'd run into here.

"Y/N honey! You won't mind me borrowing your date!"

Jake didn’t have time to react that the young woman took him the hand embarking on the track leaving Y/N on the spot the open mouth.

"What the fuck did just happen?"

At a glance she spotted Noah chatting with some people she didn't know and went to meet him.

"Would you excuse us for a moment?"  She took him by the hand and led him further away.  "I can't believe you invited her." She said turning to him and he understood immediately who she was talking about.

"Wow wow." He says, holding up his hands in defence. "Do you really think I would have done that? Y/N please."

"Really Noah? What the hell is Brandy doing at your wedding?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that it was granny Jody who invited her? She plays Crazy Eights every Tuesday with her grandmother and she was so proud of her grandson's wedding that she invited her, and because she thinks we've always been friends since middle school, thought it would be a good idea to invite her granddaughter too."

"What?" She asked stunned after shaking her head. "Noah, this girl is a psycho! I ended up with a bowl cut because of her! Do you know what it's like Noah to have a bowl cut in high school? I was teased all the way through the end of it because this crazy girl decided to cut my hair off in the middle of Mrs. Harris' history class! Because she thought I was trying to steal her boyfriend 'cause I was put in a study group with him."

Noah looked at her almost horrified, she was the one who looked like a nutcase now.

"Okay okay, this episode obviously created a real trauma in your adolescence, but she's just there as a guest, and you hadn't even seen her until then. Besides, I made sure that no pair of scissors were accessible." He said on the tone of the joke what earned him a dark look from the young woman. "No? Still too early to make a joke? "

She grabbed him by the arms and turned him around to see Brandy wiggling against Jake. He made a face that didn't escape Y/N and didn't reassure her.

"You don't think that ..."

"Think what?"

"That she would try to steal Jake from you for revenge?"

"But revenge for what?!" She replied in a hysterical tone.

"Look, I'm sure you're worried about nothing. Besides, you only have to see the way Jake looks at you to understand that there's no risk of him going elsewhere."

She raised her eyes towards her friend under this revelation. How was Jake looking at her? Noah passed his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek while giggling before moving away, leaving her ruminate.

One look at the dancefloor was enough to make her blood boil and she went to sit back down in her seat, mumbling. On the way she stopped at the buffet and took a plate and filled it with small cream puffs to try to appease her frustration. Seeing a waiter about to pass behind her with a bottle of champagne she intercepted him and took possession of the bottle from which she poured herself a glass. She leaned back in her chair, a glass of champagne in one hand, a cream puff in the other. She was fulminating to see Brandy laughing like a bitch while making eyes at Jake, who had obviously already forgotten that he was supposed to be in a relationship. While she was literally shredding a little cream puff to get over her nerves, she met his gaze and thought she would explode when she saw a spark of mischief in his eyes that she knew perfectly well since it was the one that animated his gaze when he teased her. He does it on purpose. She realized whereas he made rock Brandy backwards, revealing to the whole world her fabulous neckline. He was trying to make her jealous. While he slipped his hand in the back of her enemy to approach her, she saw a rictus stretching his lips, staring at her. Clenching her jaw, she drank the contents of her glass in one go, looking for the courage to get up and remove her pseudo boyfriend from the dirty hands of this bimbo. This little game lasted a little while during which their gazes clashed, and she hadn’t even realized that under the annoyance she had tightened too much her glass in her hand, this one breaking without noise in her palm. It was only when Erin, who was chatting with the people sitting next to her, realized that drops of blood were strewn on the floor that she looked up worried at her friend.

"My god Y/N what happened, you are bleeding!"

The other people around the table then gathered around her, picking up the broken glass and gathering towels to put on the wound. Jake, who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her, abruptly left Brandy alone in the middle of the dancefloor to run to her after seeing this small group gather around his presumed girlfriend.

"Y/N, you okay?!"

He made his way through this little group to kneel down in front of her worried and take her hand in one of his, the other sliding on her cheek making sure she was okay.

"What happened?"

"What the hell were you doing with her?" Said she dryly the tears starting to rise as she began to feel the pain in the palm of her hand.

His worried look gave way to a slight amusement.

"Jealous Y/L/N?"

"Shut up Seresin and fucking kiss me."

A huge smile stretched his lips revealing almost all his teeth and sliding his hand from her cheek to her neck, drew her to him to kiss her, as he had never kissed any of the bimbos who sneaked out of his house.

Well guys, this is the crucial moment. I hadn't planned on going further than one chapter and today we are on the 4th. The story can end here or it can continue in the fluffiest way. Please, let me know in the comments, even if it's just a thumb up 🙏, if you want to see this adventure continue beyond this wedding.

Want you to stay part two

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Kazansky!f!reader

Summary: It's time to get the team back together as it had been before and this evening has a lot of surprises in store for Rooster. Part one.

Warnings: None

Taglist: @alanadetigy @lilylilyyyyyy @luckyladycreator2

Flashback

Synchronization. A perfect synchronization between the raindrops rolling on the living room window with those rolling on her cheeks. Sitting on the sofa facing the window, one leg folded under herself, the other knee brought against her chest she began to stare at the driveway in front of her house in which her car was parked. She didn't realize that it had started to rain or even that she had started crying, which of the two things had happened first? Were they triggered at the same time? A sound of old engine was heard and she jumped up, ignoring the tingling that had arisen in her numb leg. She stood in front of the window, the immense hope that had been born in her evaporating suddenly and her heart squeezing when she saw that it was only the neighbor's car. She had been waiting for several days, that as usual he would come back after her, coming to park his old bronco behind her car. Which wouldn't happen again. The ringing of her cell phone sounded, pulling out her from her thoughts, she threw herself on it on the coffee table and another ounce of disappointment shook her heart when she saw "James" displayed on the screen. She tried to suppress the sobs in her voice that would have betrayed her.

"I wondered if you were going to forget your daily call. You can tell them I'm still alive."

A sigh was heard at the end of the line.

"Don't take it in that tone. You know they're just worried about you, and so am I."

"There's nothing to worry about J, everything is fine, I'm fine."

"Mau.. You know you can tell me anything."

"There's nothing to say James. Tell the parents that I'm fine, it's nothing. It's part of life, no matter how unpleasant, and you should know it better than anyone." She tried to joke by mocking her younger brother who was more used to failures in love than successes.

After a brief silence, a weak "Um." of his brother was heard, in response to his mother who was to be hanged on the phone next to him and who wanted to transmit a message through her son. He resumed in a voice that Maureen recognized, almost embarrassed, who despite her mother's request already knew her sister's answer without having to ask her.

"You know, I'd like to see my sister again, you know.. Wednesday evenings."

A slight smile stretched the girl's lips, she imagined very well her brother scratching the back of his head, this gesture always accompanying his embarrassed tone, because he suspected her answer but just wanted to please his mother. Her gaze landed on the calendar hanging on the side of the fridge and she realized that today was Wednesday, Wednesday had always been the games and pizza evening at the Kazanskys' house. She was pretty sure that this phone call and request had been premeditated by her parents. A silence of a few seconds was created between the siblings. Maureen couldn't deny that for some time she had been isolated and distanced from her parents, who were only trying to help her.

"I'll be there for 7 p.m.", she finally announced, hearing her mother's relief next to her brother.

Present day.

"It's a surprise." Rooster resumed a little stunned.

"That's what we can say yes." This was absolutely not the case for her, having learned the day before that he had returned and therefore perfectly expecting to see him. Even if she would have liked to avoid it.

A throat clearing broke the silence that had formed around them and Natasha put her arm under her friend's, making them turn their heels and change the subject.

"Alright, so how about an evening at the Hard Deck, like in the good old days?"

Phoenix grimaced when Jake gave her a slight blow in the ribs, making her big eyes considering that the pilot had just gaffered. The good old days, the parties she always shared with them, because she went there with Rooster. Natasha bit the inside of her lip realizing that she may have blundered well, and they all watched for their friend's reaction. She just smiled, if she wanted to spend time with them she would have to put up with Bradley's presence, to her greatest despair.

"Count on that." She replied with a frank smile that was meant to be reassuring for them.

In the evening Maureen went to this famous bar that had seen the birth of so many moments of complicity, laughter, anguish. When she pushed open the door, she was greeted by a female voice expressing her joy at seeing her again.

"Maureen! What a pleasure to see you again." The young woman approached the bar and over the counter Penny bent down to take her in her arms. "I knew you had come back to California but I didn't expect to see you walk through the doors of this bar." She confessed to her, glancing over the shoulder of the young woman who followed her gaze to fall on Rooster in the background who was chatting with Bob and Phoenix. Maureen turned back to the barmaid with a pinched smile.

"I'm a rock. Nothing can reach me." She winked at her before taking the pint Penny had just put on the bar, accompanied by a "Welcome back.". You bet that nothing could reach her, she could try to convince others, but it would never work on herself. She had become a rag after Bradley Bradshaw  broke her heart, and to be honest she would have preferred to erase what she had been at that time from her memory. Maureen made her way through the crowd to join the team, she was greeted and cheered by Coyote who put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple and Jake who handed her the pool tail.

"No fear I'll beat you Bagman?"

The blonde addressed her his legendary smile accompanied by his real pain look.

"As far as you're concerned, that nickname goes to someone else tonight." He joked as everyone broke down and held their breaths at what Jake had just said. He hadn’t wanted to revive painful memories, took in the mood and the teasing spirit he had just wanted to mocke his friend. Maureen found herself with her mouth open not knowing what to say, caught off guard. Nevertheless, not in the slightest hurt by Jake's words she began to laugh and took the tail that Jake was holding out to her.

"You score a point."

All relaxed but remained surprised by their friend's reaction. Maureen thought it was adorable that they tried to spare her, but she had managed to move on. And showing it would relax the atmosphere. A general mocking "Oooh" on their part was heard mocking Rooster who nodded his head, embarrassed and perhaps even a little offended. After shooting, the young woman passed the tail to Reuben with whom she was playing against Javy and Jake. She took her beer drinking a sip, glancing at Rooster over her glass, and her heart missed a beat when she saw that he was watching her. She then looked away to report it to the game. She easily managed to turn her attention to something other than Bradley during the evening, who had stayed away from her, as if he was keeping a safe distance from her. Nevertheless, when it was her turn to play again, she leaned over the pool table to shoot and while he had stayed away until then, she felt Rooster pass right by her and position himself behind her to address Reuben who was also standing behind her back waiting for him to play. While she thought she was safe from relapse, she remembered different times when Bradley had stood right behind her when they were playing pool. His hands always finding their way on her hips, in her lower back, and once in particular, when while she had bent down, that day wearing a light dress, had taken advantage of his colleagues being distracted by something else to bend over her, and slide his hand over her thigh, gently raising the hem of her dress on her thigh whispered in her ear how much effect she was making on him in this position and dress. At this memory she lost concentration and when she shot, missed her target, which provoked the cries of jubilation of the opposing duo and the manifestation of disappointment of her teammate to whom she apologized with a sorry pout.

She straightened up and met Bradley's gaze as he plunged his eyes into her own with an indecipherable neutral expression. He wore this expression during the hour that followed, Maureen feeling the insistent look of her ex on her no matter what she was doing or where she stood. Was he trying to make her understand something?

As she was about to go to him to ask him why he was staring at her so much, a rather noisy group of men rushed into the bar, one of them looking for someone over the crowd. A smile stretched his lips and he slapped the arm of one of the men who accompanied him before heading to the small group around the billiards. The man who had been next to him turned his head towards him feeling the slap on his arm and followed in his footsteps followed by their comrades.

Javy who was leaning on the pool table, Jake sowing him not to miss his shot, straightened up when he saw the group coming, Jake doing the same then followed by the rest of the team. They were surprised to see Maureen leave them to meet the group of guys and happily welcome the kiss of the man who was obviously looking for her a few seconds before.

"Who's that?" Rooster suddenly asked  as he got up from his stool, his beer in hand, the other in his pocket. Natasha stood next to him and gave him a"Seriously?" meaning look.

"Um, don't forget that you’re the one who dumped her Rooster." Bob stammered and quickly looked away when the brown suddenly turned his head towards him.

"What are you doing there?" She asked the man who put her arm around her waist.

"Well you told me you were coming here with your pilot friends. I was with the guys and we thought the real navy men were going to come and show them what they looked like." He sneered. Maureen greeted the man's friends before turning to hers. Jake raised an eyebrow and glanced at Javy, and Mickey and Reuben imitated them. The real men of the Navy?

"An introduction is necessary I think. Oliver, this is Robert, Natasha, Mickey, Reuben, Jake, Javy and Bradley. Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Hangman, Coyote and Rooster, pilots. Guys, this is Oliver, Charlie, Warren, Jarod and Lloyd, SEALs." Oliver's gaze hooked Rooster's and hardened before resting his eyes on Maureen with his tender look. She was against him, his arm around her waist, Maureen's hand resting on his shoulder making shine in the light of the bar the origin of Rooster's behavior.

"Oliver is my fiancé." She admitted.

A fairly positive general reaction animated the pilots.

"I wasn't really sure if it was that since you hadn't talked about it yet but the ring spoke for itself." Phoenix sneered before coming to take her friend in her arms to congratulate her.

"Personally, I hadn't even paid attention to it, congrats Kazansky." Hangman said with a smile on the corner of his lips as he raised his beer.

All congratulated her except Rooster who had remained in the background and had difficulty welcoming the news. It was for this reason that he had had the look so insistent for a good part of the evening. As if he had tried to make her understand by his gaze, that he had understood by seeing the ring, and that it bothered him. But he had lost the right to say anything a long time ago. Phoenix gave him a discreet elbow in the ribs to tell him to react before it was badly perceived.

"Congratulations to both of you." He finally let go before finishing the end of his beer with a dry stroke.

"Would you be up for a friendly pool competition then?" Oliver said happily.

"Deal. But don’t believe that it’s because you are going to marry our friend that we will spare you." Jake said before handing Oliver a tail. The pilots placed on one side of the billiards, the SEALs on the other.

Maureen smiled amused and then turned on her heels, making her way to the bar into the crowd to order a new round for everyone. She was stopped on the way by a hand on her arm that made her turn around. She found herself face to face with Rooster who wore a look that was both cold and painful.

"What is -"

"Are you really going to get married?" He cut her dryly. She widened her eyes, surprised by his gall.

"Yes Bradley I'm going to get married. Does it bother you? Too bad, maybe you should have thought about it before dumping me when you left for the other side of the world." She replied in a scathing tone, releasing her arm from his grip. "I find you have gall, I remind you that if we are there it’s by your fault, you are the last person to have something to say about it." He opened his mouth to get ready to say something when she immediately resumed. "And you want me to tell you, it's even planned for very soon, his friends all came especially from Virginia for his bachelor party. My parents are delighted, his too, Mav is delighted, our friends as well and just as much as us."

"Mav knows?" He said puzzled, surprised that he hadn't tried to talk to him about it.

"Obviously he is, you birdbrained, he is my uncle as much as he was yours and if you hadn’t turned your heels while he sought to respect the will of your mother, you would know."

"Wait, what?" He shook his head surprised by so much information.

"Move on Bradley, as you forced me to do it."

On this words she turned her heels leaving him alone in the middle of the crowd stunned by these revelations.