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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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20 Prompts!

Hiii everyone! I have found this amazing website that I am gonna pull some writing prompts from for you guys! The website is here! Without further adieu, here are 20 prompts I think I could write a story on! All you gotta do is pick a number and who you want the story on and I will post it on the corresponding day (any new characters will be posted on Sunday)!

Write a story - romantic or not - about two characters who can never find the right timing

Write a love story about an older couple who've been together since they were teenagers

Write about someone who gets proposed to five times on Christmas eve

Write a story that ends with someone (or something) saying, "Please, don't do it."

Write about a family trying to hide their secrets from someone new

Write a story about an abandoned home

While cleaning out your attic, you reach into the pocket of a long-forgotten coat and discover and old ticket stub

Write about someone who has finally managed to succeed at a long standing New Years Resolution

Write about someone who doesn't remember their past - and doesn't want to

A life time together - told through 51 Valentines Days

Write a story that captures the sadness of the word "almost."

You have a crush on a coworker, and that crush is somehow revealed during a company wide meeting

"Had I known I was going to have guests at 4 a.m, I would have tidied up."

Write about someone who needs to face their past in order to move forward

Start your story with a character accepting a bribe

Write about a character who is expected to follow in someone's footsteps

Start or end your story with someone buying a house plant

Begin or end your story with "Well, that was dramatic."

Set your story in a silent house by the sea

Write about a character driving in the rain

Taglist!

@itscheybaby

@turningtoclown

@daryldixonstorm

@Dilfsandtherapy

@Nickie-amore

@malindacath

@luckyladycreator2

@sadpetalsstuff

@Shanimallina87

@Wishingwell-2

@Xoxoloverb

@Majormaybe1

@Mizzy-pop

@Saramaple

@Hope-love-equality2

@toothhurtyam

@beaner-life-23

@fogle97

@justanothermagicalsara

@tallrock35

@callsigns-roo-and-bag

@marchingicenotes7

@scoopsahoy008

@oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo

@malindacath

@calsjack

@notanordinaryprincess95

@fxngsfxgxrty

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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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Puppy Love? (B.B)

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: fluff, like super fluff, totally different from my last few stories

Word Count: 831

Author's Note: This is kinda based off my parents and my moms love for cows, granted my father would never let her get one.

Summary: Cows can be puppies right?

MasterList!

Things had always been prefect, but now they were even better.

How you were gonna hide this from your husband? You have no idea.

You didn't even know what is reaction was gonna be.

*7 years ago*

"I promise to never be mad at you, even when you are giving me attitude back." The crowd laughed at your now husbands vows. "I promise to believe that every decision you make is a good one, and I promise to love you like my parents loved each other. I promise to dance with you in the kitchen at midnight, take you on late night drives while we blast the music with the windows down. I promise you will always be my person, my home, the place I go to for comfort after a hard day." He smiled softly at me. "I promise to be your wingman. To always leave you in charge. Lastly, I promise never to be mad if you bring home a cow."

*Now*

Now that last part had meant a lot to you. Because once you and Bradley had found a lovely home in North Carolina, it was close enough to the base that travel wouldn't be too bad but far enough away that the city wasn't crowded with cocky sailors trying to get laid. You thought you would miss the city but that surprisingly never happened, you loved the land. You had a garden to grow veggies and fruits so you and Bradley always had some kind of organic homegrown something on the table, or in the fridge, or on the counter. You loved how private it is, the space between houses gave you and Bradley enough space to be as loud as you wanted without disrupting the neighbors.

And the best part?

While Bradley was away on a mission you took it upon yourself to take some of your savings and build a barn. A small barn, a three stall barn.

A barn big enough for two baby cows.

And today was the day you finally got them!!

So there you found yourself on the floor of your new barn, the hay flooring being laid just three days prior staring at two baby highland cows.

Who were unbelievably fluffy. And cute.

Hearing the distant sound of his classic bronco you feel your heartbeat pick up in your chest, its been so long since you two had seen each other yet when your husband steps out of his baby blue bronco he looks the same as he did on your wedding day.

His tan skin had once again been complimented by a bright colored Hawaiian shirt, Phoenix had texted you personally to tell you he had stopped on base to change, something about his khakis being to hard to get off in the heat of the moment which made you laugh.

Running to him you jump into his arms as he hold you with ease. Peppering his face with kisses he lets out a chuckle.

"Baby!" You say with a squeal, "I missed you!" you kissed him again.

"I missed you to my love!" He responded pulling away from the kiss, you watch nervously as his eyes drift to the large barn behind you.

"My love," he said slowly setting you down, "what did you do while I was gone?"

You eyes somehow meet the concrete drive way as his feet move to carry him closer to the barn.

"I got a puppy?" You say semiconvincingly.

"A puppy that needs a barn?" He shoots back with a smirk before pulling the barn door open to reveal the two very fluffy calfs.

"Baby," he turns around, "these are the biggest puppies I've ever seen." He lets out a chuckle causing you to sigh in relief.

He walks over and begins petting them which turns into a full blown, baby talking, cuddle shesh with two baby cows.

You giggle as you watch your husband lay on the hay floor with the two babies and pet them, taking turns between telling you how excited he was to have baby cows and telling the cows how excited he was to have them, the whole situation was very adorable to you.

"I can't believe we have cows," he stated again causing you to laugh.

"Yeah two cows with no names." You shot back playfully, watching as your husband put on his 'I'm thinking hold on' face.

"I've got it!" He sits up excitedly, "Puppy and Babe." He has the most matter-of-fact look on his face and you can't help but laugh.

"Bradley." You say in between giggles.

"Hmm?" He responds only paying half attention.

"I love you." You say taking in the whole scene.

"And I love these cows." He responds, causing you to half tackle him onto the floor as the two of you begin to play wrestle, getting dirty from the floor.

"I guess I love you too." He says kissing your nose, "but not as much as these cows."

Taglist!

@itscheybaby

@turningtoclown

@daryldixonstorm

@Dilfsandtherapy

@Nickie-amore

@malindacath

@luckyladycreator2

@sadpetalsstuff

@Shanimallina87

@Wishingwell-2

@Xoxoloverb

@Majormaybe1

@Mizzy-pop

@Saramaple

@Hope-love-equality2

@toothhurtyam

@beaner-life-23

@fogle97

@justanothermagicalsara

@tallrock35

@callsigns-roo-and-bag

@marchingicenotes7

@scoopsahoy008

@oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo

@malindacath

@calsjack

@notanordinaryprincess95

@fxngsfxgxrty

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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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Hurt (P.M)

Pairings: Pete Mitchell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Car accidents, mentions of death, injury, swearing (Maybe?)

Word Count: 1.4K

Author's Note: I'm back! (*again*) I was fighting a massive cold + starting school back up so I think I now have a pretty set schedule and will hopefully be back to posting regularly!

Summary: Car accidents suck, but sometimes even with the most hurt in the world the best things tend to blossom

MasterList!

It all happened so fast.

One moment we were listening to music in my car, the windows rolled down as I stared at her. Her hair flowed freely in the wind, her smile so genuine it made my heart skip a beat.

But that was one moment.

This is now.

Now I am lying on the ground staring at the stars.

How was I staring at the stars?

I was just in the car with her, why am I now here?

More importantly, where is she?

I remember the tires screeching.

I remember the shatter sound of glass against the pavement.

I hear her screaming for me, screaming in pain.

I can't feel my legs.

My head is pounding, she is screaming, and I can't feel my legs.

What the fuck happened?

"Pete?" she calls frantically, "Pete Steven Mitchell you better respond to me or else!" she called again, in between sobs of pain. The faint noise of sirens wailing in the distance, mimicking the noises she was making.

Is she okay?

That has to be a loaded question, she is obviously okay to an extent but until I lay my own eyes on her I won't know for sure. I groan as I try to move.

I have to move.

Slowly I move myself around, the lack of feeling in my legs proving to be unhelpful in this moment in time. Swinging around to my belly I finally have eyes on her.

She's okay.

Well, mostly. She seems to be bleeding but from where I don't know, a slight limp indicates that she has some form on an injury there. red marks on her face an arms suggest bruising will appear in the next day or two.

But she's okay.

The lights of the ambulance and firetrucks become more visible as they light up the scene around us. Did we get into an accident? Is anyone else hurt?

I glance around the scene a bit more. A car seems to be flipped on its side angling more towards a ditch, our car seems to be relatively fine besides a smashed hood and a shattered windshield.

Did I go through the windshield?

"Pete!" She yells, rushing to me as well as she can, collapsing next to me she takes my hand in hers. "There was an accident, another car swerved and hit us, I think you went through the windshield." She let a few tears slip. I glance at her up and down trying to find any more injuries that I missed from afar.

There's a giant blood stain on her stomach, oh my god she's bleeding from her abdomen.

I can't speak. I try my hardest to motion to her abdomen but she isn't paying enough attention to herself. She needs to look down. How do I get her to look down?

It doesn’t take much because as soon as the paramedics took one look at her she was take away, despite her protests.

"He's hurt." She tried.

"Darling you are way more hurt then him." The shorter paramedic responds, she reminds me a lot of my mom, constantly disregarding stupid protests, regardless of how hard the person tried to fight.

They eventually convinced her to get onto the stretcher, half empty promises of me following soon after. She took one final glance at me before climbing on, eventually being wheeled away from me.

Then it goes dark.

There's a steady beeping, it is the most annoying beeping I have never heard. There's a figure next to me in a chair, upon closer examination I find it to be Goose. His hair seemed to be a mess, his eyes seemed bloodshot.

God he looks worse then when Bradley was first born.

"Pete, hey buddy," his voice hoarse, tired, full of emotion.

"Hi," I say back softly, my throat feels like its on fire, "how long was I out?"

Goose gives me his signature smile, "a week."

I nod a soft response as we continue to talk.

"What happened?" I question out loud, hoping he'd be able to answer that for me.

He looked up sadly, "drunk driver." He shook his head. "There was a kid in the back too, not much older then Bradley, the driver was dead by the time everyone reached the scene. The little girl is three floors above you in intensive care."

I feel my heart ache, and I know if my heart is aching so is his.

"He swerved, they couldn't tell if it was a malicious act or just plain dumb luck that you two were picked to be the victims." I look up at Goose his final few words striking a memory I had forgotten about.

She was in the car with me.

"Is she okay?" I ask frantically, my health and well-being not important at all anymore.

I am finally thankful for the use of my legs, swinging them over the bed I ignore the throbbing is my head as I go to walk, I don't make it very far though as Goose grabs me and put me back on the bed.

"She is fine Mav," Goose says reassuringly, "She had to have surgery, but she's fine now, she's resting. She is almost completely in perfect health unlike you." He looked me up and down and I suddenly became very aware of my situation.

My legs were fine besides some cuts and bruises that were a lovely shade of purple. I had a few bandages on my arms and upon further inspection a large wrap is places snuggly around my chest and shoulder, covering what I can only imagine to be stitches.

"You had to have surgery too," Goose started, "the glass punctured a lung, you were struggling to breathe, they said you could barely speak. And you have a lovely amount of stitches along your shoulder from the glass cutting you, 387 I think they said, Carole would know she has been such a saint through all of this." I look back at Goose and realize the true state he is in, his hair was more messy then usual and he had clearly been crying.

"I'm gonna take you to see her Mav, I just need to get a wheel chair." He said heading out the door to grab one, "oh and one more thing you need to know, which I would let her tell you but she hasn't woken up yet." I look up as Goose smiles and sheds a singular tear.

"You're gonna be a dad."

Five simple words, five. Five words I can't seem to get out of my head, the ride up to her was quiet, I assume thats because I clearly need a moment to process this.

Goose was right when he said she looked bad, she was hooked up to so many different machines but the one that stood out to me the most was the one attached to her stomach.

The steady beating of a drum echoing through the room, cus that is our baby.

Goose gave me the room to let it be just us, he muttered something about having to call Carole to give her an update, so I found myself settled into a chair next to her speaking softly to her belly.

"Hi baby," I start, "I'm your dad, and your mom has done an amazing job of protecting you from this crazy world so far." I smiled, "your heart beats for the two of us peanut and I promise we are gonna spoil you so much."

Her hand moved slowly to place it on her stomach and I look up in a shock to meet her eyes.

"Damn right we are." She said with a smile.

I try my hardest to get to her quickly but with the state of my own body and the fear of injuring her more then she already is I move at a fast paced caution. I kiss her passionately before moving to kiss her stomach, the safe space for our baby.

We remained in the Hospital for another week, I ended up home sooner then she did for obvious reasons. I took my time to prepare my home, the both of us agreeing that while three weeks ago we thought moving in together was jumping the gun a little bit, it seems perfectly reasonable now.

So when I brought her home, I got to see the look on her face when sitting on our bed was a small pair of white booties for our baby to wear one day.

And that made it all worth it.

Taglist!

@itscheybaby

@turningtoclown

@daryldixonstorm

@Dilfsandtherapy

@Nickie-amore

@malindacath

@luckyladycreator2

@sadpetalsstuff

@Shanimallina87

@Wishingwell-2

@Xoxoloverb

@Majormaybe1

@Mizzy-pop

@Saramaple

@Hope-love-equality2

@toothhurtyam

@beaner-life-23

@fogle97

@justanothermagicalsara

@tallrock35

@callsigns-roo-and-bag

@marchingicenotes7

@scoopsahoy008

@oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo

@malindacath

@calsjack

@notanordinaryprincess95

@fxngsfxgxrty

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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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A Quiet Place (R.F)

Pairings: Bob x Reader

Warnings: Some fluff

Word Count: 804

Author's Note: This was a fun one to write! Enjoy!

Summary: a scene between two characters with no dialogue, a hard homecoming between a POW and the love of their life.

MasterList!

The candle flickered softly, dimly lighting the larger room of your one-bedroom apartment. You hadn't been able to sleep, coming back from a mission where you were held captive takes a toll on your mind and body.

The bruises peppered your body and every movement made was painful, you let a few tears slip as you move about the kitchen, trying your hardest not to wake your boyfriend who hasn't left your side since you got home.

It was really hard to allow yourself to feel safe again.

You had spent six months in a cage, surrounded by horrible people, you had slipped up, you had been hit.

You got to listen to your boyfriend's pleas as you went down, and he watched the love of his life go down in a burning plane, your eject failing almost immediately.

Now that you are back you feel yourself constantly checking over your shoulder, making sure, praying that no one was around to hurt you.

Bob had made it very clear he was never leaving your side again, he promised you the day you were Medevaced onto the carrier. He held your hand and brushed the hair out of your bloodied face as they rushed you into the medic room, Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster all taking turns to stay with him, keep him centered while the medics worked on you.

You had three broken bones, not including the three ribs that had been broken. Your nose had been broken first and even six weeks later the black and blue around your eyes had barely gone away. You wince in pain with every breath you take and the leg they had broken to get you to stop screaming (which only made you scream more) was newly out of a cast and just resting within a boot. Your middle finger was the last thing they broke, trying to get you to spill any information you had, granted the Navy never told you anything so you were next to useless.

You had Bob's dog tag, losing yours but not his would always be something that fascinated you. That's how they were able to figure out who you were. They knew Robert Floyd wasn't a prisoner of war. Robert Floyd had been up the Admiral's ass since the moment your plane went down, Robert Floyd was determined to bring his love home.

Bob had been laying in the dark bedroom since you got up, having been on high alert he hadn't gotten much sleep since you were brought home. He knew you needed a minute. A minute to be independent, your frustration pushing against the relationship. You had always been the independent type, doing everything for yourself and for no one else. He saw your whole demeanor change once you guys were allowed to leave the hospital, spending four days on land in a Hospital after the week you had already been in the medic ward of the ship. He saw you cry when you couldn't do things alone, he heard you curse from the other room if you were trying to do something without him knowing. His heart broke with every moment you couldn't do things to make yourself okay.

Eventually, he had heard you crying for long enough, throwing your puffy duvet off of him he wandered out into that dimly lit living room and kitchen, feeling appreciative of the fact that you thought a candle would be a better option for light, not wanting the harsh LED's of your apartment to wake him.

He found you in the kitchen, hunched over the sink with broken glass. He rushed over to help you but you stopped him before he got the chance, silently shaking your head, you want to do this on your own. You need to do this on your own.

Bob watched your movements like a hawk, each piece of broken glass was handled delicately as you trashed the pieces. Finally finishing up you look at him before once again falling into a puddle of tears. All Bob could do was hold you, he couldn't take your pain, he couldn't take your past though he wanted to and man did he try.

Bob offered you a quiet place to heal, a soft place to learn to love again, a place where he will keep you safe.

Eventually, Bob was able to get you back into the bedroom. Stepping away from you briefly to blow out the single candle you lit. He crawled into bed next to you and pulled you close carefully, not wanting to hurt you any more than you already were.

No one else would hear about this night. None of the other pilots know even an ounce of the struggle you and Bob are going through right now.

And you’re okay with that.

Taglist!

@itscheybaby

@turningtoclown

@daryldixonstorm

@Dilfsandtherapy

@Nickie-amore

@malindacath

@luckyladycreator2

@sadpetalsstuff

@Shanimallina87

@Wishingwell-2

@Xoxoloverb

@Majormaybe1

@Mizzy-pop

@Saramaple

@Hope-love-equality2

@toothhurtyam

@beaner-life-23

@fogle97

@justanothermagicalsara

@tallrock35

@callsigns-roo-and-bag

@marchingicenotes7

@scoopsahoy008

@oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo

@malindacath

@calsjack

@notanordinaryprincess95

@fxngsfxgxrty

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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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Little Yellow Onesie (B.B)

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Misscarrage, mentions of death, stillbirth, swearing

Word Count: 1k

Author's Note: This is like really sad so I apologize in advance

Summary: "A yellow onesie is never worn because its owner was never born" ~unknown

MasterList!

We were so excited.

Of course, it caught us both off guard at first, I mean we were both pilots how the hell were we gonna be able to take care of a baby?

But then we heard your heartbeat, the steady thump like a drum and your father was already head over heels for you.

*Five Months Prior* "Are you sure?" Bradley's voice rang clear through the phone, excitement and fear dancing together in his voice.

"I mean the six tests I've taken would say I am but you never know." I shoot back playfully, I knew we were gonna be good parents, we had always talked about it. Now was an interesting time to begin but I knew that our baby was already so loved.

"Holy shit." Bradley brought me back down to earth, I could tell he was smiling from ear to ear. "I'm gonna be a dad."

*Now* I was on edge.

Bradley was on edge.

Neither of us had felt you move all morning, your usual feisty kicks when your father talked to you or the somersaults you did whenever I laid down had stopped, and we were both on edge.

Worry gripping us by the throat as we pulled into the parking lot of our doctors office I finally allow myself to let a few tears slip.

"Our baby is okay," Bradley said trying to be reassuring but failing at the sound of his own voice cracking, "they are just scaring us." I give him a nod to tell him that I appreciate the try but that it isn't working like he wants it to.

The rest of the appointment was numb. The doctor confirming our worst suspicion with a teary-eyed look and a sad nod.

"I'll give you guys a moment." She said softly, "I'll be back to discuss options shortly." With a small shoulder squeeze she was out the door, allowing Bradley and I to sit in the dark sonogram room.

He was the first to cry.

His shoulders shook as the sobs racked through him, I did my best to comfort him but all my efforts failed at the sight of the man I love being in tears. A few slipping down my face while I try to process the news.

Mav was the first one we called.

He didn't even wait for the phone call to end before he started crying, Penny joining in soon after. We decided not to tell anyone else, not until after it was over. We thought we were going through the hard part, but in reality, it was just beginning.

We decided to deliver. Bradley made me aware that this was my choice not his and that he would be there for me regardless of what I chose.

We headed home, the seldom car ride was made worse by the fact that we had just put the carseat in the back of the car a week prior. The small seat taunted us as we drove home to pack hospital bags, only needing two instead of three.

Bradley did his best to make sure I was comfortable when it came time to deliver. He held my hand through every contraction, brushed my stray hairs out of my face as I pushed, and held me while I cried to fill the deafening sound of the empty room, the room that was supposed to be filled with your cries.

"Do you want to hold her?" The doctor asked softly, wanting to give us a chance to know our baby.

"It's a girl?" Bradley asked through tears, earning a nod from the doctor. That news only made him cry more.

We were finally handed a small pink blanket, and wrapped inside there you were. You were perfect, you were small, you were ours. The doctors and nurses let us be, they let us hold you until you were cold, and even after that we still held you, we sang to you, we told you how loved you were.

We told you about your grandfather, we decided that Goose probably would have been called Pop Pop and Carole would have probably been Grammy. We told you how excited they were to meet you even it was sooner then we would have liked. We told you about my dad, about how he was the greatest pilot of all time and how excited he was to meet you too, mom had already told me that he would have been called Nonno, our Italian running through our veins. We told you all about your grandfather’s time at top gun and how my dad was the best of them all (much to your dad's dismay)

We decided to name you Calla, meaning beautiful in Greek, because you were beautiful.

Eventually a soft knock on the door signaled to us that Mav was here, he had been like a father to both Bradley and I, especially since my father died last year.

He had clearly been crying since we called him. Taking the small pink blanket from Bradley he sat in a chair next to my bed and spoke softly to you, we stayed like that for a while, we wanted to make sure you knew how loved you were.

Eventually the doctor came in, with a sad look on her face we knew it was time to say goodbye to you. Your father and I both kissed you one last time before handing you off, and while your dad went outside to get some fresh air Mav crawled into the bed with me and held me while I cried over you, for you, about you. Listing all the things you were never gonna get to accomplish in life yet somehow you had already touched so many people.

Four days we stayed in the hospital, three of those days you stayed with us. We had barely slept and hadn't eaten much. I though having you was the hardest part, but coming home to the nursery you were never gonna get to use was way worse.

I'll admit we had jumped the gun a little when it came to your nursery the room almost completely done, walking over I set a soft hand on your crib, inside laid a small yellow onesie.

You were supposed to come home in that, you were supposed to do a lot of things. But you weren't ready for the outside world and we don't blame you, this world is scary.

And no matter where you ended up, there were gonna be people excited to see you.

Taglist!

@itscheybaby

@turningtoclown

@daryldixonstorm

@Dilfsandtherapy

@Nickie-amore

@malindacath

@luckyladycreator2

@sadpetalsstuff

@Shanimallina87

@Wishingwell-2

@Xoxoloverb

@Majormaybe1

@Mizzy-pop

@Saramaple

@Hope-love-equality2

@toothhurtyam

@beaner-life-23

@fogle97

@justanothermagicalsara

@tallrock35

@callsigns-roo-and-bag

@marchingicenotes7

@scoopsahoy008

@oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo

@malindacath

@calsjack

@notanordinaryprincess95

@fxngsfxgxrty

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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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3 a.m (P.M)

Pairings: Pete Mitchell x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, fluff

Word Count: 433

Author's Note: I'm back y'all!! just a little blurb to get me back into it while also beginning to start school again.

Summary: Nightmares suck, but at least you have you boyfriend there to save you.

MasterList!

The carrier was always quiet once the boys left. You weren't needed for this mission so all you could do is sit around and wait to get one of two signals.

"Dash two what's your status?" Comms come through while you sit in your cockpit awaiting a response, you need a response.

Mav was dash two, Mav needed to respond.

"Um, control?" Iceman comes through, worry tangled in his voice. "Dash twos fangs in the floorboard."

Your heart sinks.

Mav did was he always does, he fought. And like always, he didn't win. You watched in a panic as his radar mark disappeared from the screen, he'd gone below the hard deck, he was falling.

20 more minutes passed before one by one the planes landed. They were one plane short.

The tears were brimming your eyes before Ice could get to you.

He rushed as fast as he could though, catching you before you could fall.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, "I am so sorry."

Mav watched you all night long.

He loved watching your brow furrow, and loved listening to you whine softly every now and then.

What he didn't love was when your breath picked up and your grip on him tightened.

He knew you were having a nightmare, but nothing worked when it came to waking you up.

He tried shaking you, he tried talking to you, he had even tried screaming.

What finally got you awake was him squeezing you as tight as possible.

When your eyes shot open in the dark room Mav did his best to calm you down but with the hyperventilating, you were finding it hard to center yourself. Landing your eyes on your boyfriend you finally burst into tears as he held you.

"I thought you died." You said in between sobs.

"Nope," Mav said softly, "Do you really think I am gonna leave my best girl here alone, unable to defend herself from Ice?" He softly joked which cracked a smile from you.

"I am here," he said as he kissed you, "I am safe," he kissed you again, "and I am, never going anywhere." You offer him a small nod before the two of you got comfortable again, you head resting on his chest as he rubbed soft circles on your back.

"Mav?" You said with sleep dancing in your voice.

"Hmm?" he hummed a response his eyes already feeling heavy.

"I love you," You said softly into the dark room.

"I love you too." He said back, before the two of you fell asleep tangled in each others arms, safe.

Taglist!

@itscheybaby

@turningtoclown

@daryldixonstorm

@Dilfsandtherapy

@Nickie-amore

@malindacath

@luckyladycreator2

@sadpetalsstuff

@Shanimallina87

@Wishingwell-2

@Xoxoloverb

@Majormaybe1

@Mizzy-pop

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Love Letters to No One (B.B)

Part Eight: Dagger One

Pairings: Bradley x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Pete x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, maybe some swearing?

Word Count: 1k words

Author's Note: I added in a fun little fact about Lemon that I hope y'all can find!

Summary: Lem finds herself in the people lost long ago, and the mission begins.

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I don't remember why I love to fly anymore.

I don't remember if it's because my dad and all my uncles flew and that's just the life I have lived all my life.

I don't remember if it's because I knew I would always follow Bradley everywhere even if that meant going in the sky.

It had been two days since Dad announced his team. It had been two days since I had talked to anyone, I had barely eaten or slept. I spend most of my time reading or today I found myself at Uncle Tom's grave.

"Hey Uncle Tom," I said softly, "a lot had happened and I miss you dearly." I sat and talked to him for a couple more minutes before wandering around. I knew my mom was buried here somewhere but it's been so long since I've visited so I am kinda just wandering 'till I find her.

I didn't expect to also find Uncle Nick and Aunt Carole in my search. I never went to Carole's funeral and wasn't around yet for Uncle Nick's but I always assumed they were buried closer to the hometown where they met, where Bradley was born. I sat down for a moment between them.

"Hi Aunt Carole, it's good to see you again. I know I have grown a whole lot since the last time you got to play with my hair or fix me some dinner after a long day. I promise we took care of Bradley the best we could, though he left about three days after you died and I don't know why. He won't tell me, actually, neither of them will."

I turned to Uncle Nick.

"Hi Uncle Nick, I'm (Y/N) Collette callsign Lemon." I smile, "I was named after you apparently, though we never got to meet your wife and son love me dearly and I assume you would too. I have heard all the crazy stories from way back when and I want you to know how amazing Bradley has become. He is a wonderful Pilot and an amazing friend. I hope Aunt Carole has told you about me otherwise I'm gonna look like an idiot but I have a feeling if she didn't Bradley or my dad did. I wish I could have met you, I feel like I would have made you proud, dad always says I am exactly like you." I smile before placing a hand on his stone, "You were an amazing man and by proxy, you have an amazing son." I bid them both farewell before moving on to find my mom, coming across her grave soon after.

Charlotte "Charlie" Marie Mitchell

A loving wife, mother, and daughter

09.12.1957 - 03.18.1995

"It takes a lot more than just fancy flying."

"Hi mom," I said softly, "dad is once again being an absolute idiot. I know if you were still here you probably would have agreed with him but still, it is really frustrating when he does stuff like this. I know you never wanted me to fly, and I know there is a lot of my life you are gonna miss because you aren't here anymore. Dad and I miss you terribly, but he's finally healing and moving on and I'm really proud of him for that. Penny is an amazing woman and Olivia and I get along fantastically. You woulda loved them. You woulda loved to see Bradley again too, and according to dad, he looks exactly like his father so there's that."

I hear footsteps approaching behind me.

"Hey, hon," Dad's voice comes out soft, "I know I have visited in a while I've been busy doing what I always did best. Pissing off the Admirals." Dad sat down beside me and threw an arm over my shoulder.

"I have already lost your mother Lem, I can lose my other girl too." I smiled and gave a small nod as we continued to sit and talk to mom, it finally felt like a family again.

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The next day we had all loaded onto the boat, Bradley hadn't left my side since we got to the dock and I know it's because he was terrified he isn't gonna make it back from this.

I watched sadly as my dad and best friends prepared their jets for the mission I had no idea if I was ever gonna see them again and frankly I think they were probably thinking the same thing. Bernie graciously allowed me a moment with my dad once he was all situated in his plane.

"Please come home," I said with tears threatening to spill, dad gave me the smile he always did before missions, the one that said, "I'm gonna tell you a will but you know I can't make that promise." I smile back at him as I give him the best hug I can before jumping down and heading swiftly over to Bradley, just to catch him right before the cockpit closes down.

"Lem," He began softly his bottom lip quivering a little.

"Don't," I say, "not now, you're coming home. Please just come home, alive." I add causing him to let out a sad chuckle. I kissed him softly before watching as the glass lowered down, I give him one last look before stepping down from the ladder. I wave to everyone as the rest of the team prepares for the hell that's about to come.

One by one they take off, and after the final of the four leaves the boat I head to the control room with Bernie, as dad told him not to let me leave his sight while he was gone.

The mission had been successful so far but now they were reaching the point where a dogfight would ensue and we were all on the edge of our seats. Sure enough, as Dad came over suicide hill the missiles locked on, and there it was, the chaos of the air with pilots and missiles, guns and explosions. But none of that mattered because Bradley hit the target. The plant exploded from the bottom up and the control room cheered, now it was time for the boys to come home. But the happiness soon subsided when Bradley's voice came panicked over the speaker.

"Dagger One had been hit I repeat Dagger One had been hit."

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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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Home. (R.F)

Pairings: Bob x Wife!Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 576

Author's Note: Oh this was super sweet!

Summary: your house hunting excursion was growing you and your husband tired. Until you found your dream home.

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You both were exhausted. Houses were beginning to look exactly the same and you and your husband couldn't decide on the same thing.

Every house was too big for you or too small for him, the kitchen wasn't updated enough, and the bathroom in the master bedroom wasn't fancy enough.

"This backyard isn't big enough," Your husband finally said, "the dogs won't have enough room to run around out there."

You let out a frustrated sigh as the realtor frantically looks for any more available options that fit the two of you and your wild requirements.

"You know," she begins peering at the two of you over the rim of her glasses, "I have one more option, but it is a little out of your price range." You and Bob shared an intriguing glance after today's events you two will look at anything you can get.

Stepping out of the car you two find yourselves in front of a quaint bungalow that overlooked the ocean. Each room is the perfect size for both of you and the moment you looked into your husband's eyes you saw something you hadn't seen yet.

This was your home.

This would be the home you guys find out you are pregnant in for the first time, and the home you bring your daughter into once she is born. This living room will be where she takes her first steps and in the kitchen, you'll show her how to cook her favorite meals.

Robert finds himself walking into one of the empty bedrooms which in seven years' time would become the nursery for your twin boys, only three years younger than their sister. This would be the room where Theodor would break his arm and where Oliver would lose his first tooth.

The back porch will soon be home to plentiful parties where Robert and his fellow pilots would gather around with their children and share stories of their time at Top Gun and all the crazy missions they would go on. The children would stare up at their parents with wondering eyes some of them including your baby girl Violet would eventually find themselves up in the sky following in their parent's footsteps.

You wandered around a bit more before you find the stunning view of the ocean you take a seat on the porch and watch as the sun sets slowly, you'll find yourself here again one day except instead of overlooking an empty beach you'll find yourself watching your husband, your three beautiful children, and your two goldens as they run around passing a football, and laughing as they chase each other around, and once it gets dark you'll call them back up to the house where you've set out the ultimate s’mores table.

Robert wanders to find you sitting there and he joins you, without saying a word. He reaches for your hand and you graciously allow him to take it. Smiling softly you and your husband reach the mutual agreement that it was gonna be your home. The one where the kids grow up and then the grandchildren too.

And 60 years later you and your husband find yourselves on the back porch, in the same spot you sat 60 years prior except now you've got starch white rocking chairs.

"Did we find the right house my love?" your husband looked at you with a smile.

"Yeah," you smile back, "We found out home."

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peachiestkeen · 2 years

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Not What I Expected (B.B)

Request: I wanted to have a Bradley Bradshaw x reader where the reader is super innocent and works at the hard deck and she firstly meets Phoenix and absolutely follows her everywhere because she’s super shy. And she develops a crush on Bradley and then as her and Bradley began to date he asks her if she’s ready to move to the next step and oddly enough the reader says she always fantasize about having a threesome and she trusts Phoenix and rooster enough with this and asks them and they both agree and from there on this only makes them closer and the reader and him start dating and it’s all fluff and cute

Requested by: a-bolanos

Pairings: Bradshaw x Fem!Reader, Trace x Fem!Reader, Trace x Bradshaw

Warnings: so many, like more than I can count 18+ minors DNI, pnv, threesome, oral!Fem receiving, Oral!male receiving, probably more but I that's all I can think of

Word Count: 1.2K

Author's Note: This is probably the nastiest thing I've ever written, I hope yall like it.

Summary: You and Bradley give one of your fantasies a try, and Nat is more than willing to help.

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Months ago you would have laughed at yourself for even saying it out loud.

Months ago Bradley wasn't your boyfriend, and with the way he is looking at you, he might be your boyfriend for only a little longer.

He stared blankly back at you, his mouth open slightly in a small shock.

"Princess," He said slowly, "when I said let's talk about our deepest desires I was expecting like choking or hair pulling to come out of your mouth, not a threesome."

You feel your cheeks heat up ever so slightly as you look at him helplessly.

"You’re into those things too!?!" He seems more shocked at that than he does with the other confession. "Who did you even have in mind for this?" He gives you a playful glance as you bite your lip.

"Nat," you say softly.

She was your best friend. When you first started working at the Hardeck she let you follow her everywhere, when you first had a crush on Bradley, Nat knew most likely before you did.

They used to call you her shadow because everywhere she went you went with her. The two of you were attached at the hip, so when Bradley started to take notice of you as well you'd best believe Nat realized before you did.

"If you like her just tell her," Nat said one day while the two of them ran a drill.

"I would Nat, except for the fact that if I date her I'm by proxy dating you too." He shot back, a slight twinkle in his eyes.

The two pilots had hooked up once before way back at the beginning of their first round at Top Gun. It was a night heated with passion but a night they vowed would only happen once.

"It's just a fantasy my love, nothing special." You say very nonchalantly, as your boyfriend’s eyes grow wide.

But before he could say anything the one and only Natasha Trace walked up to the two of you, three bottles of beer in hand.

"Hey!" She said excitedly as she pulled a chair up to join you, setting the beers down on the table, "what are we talking about?" Looking between the two of us I allow the words to leave my mouth before I can stop myself.

"Doyouwannabeinathreesomewithmeandbradley?" The words spill out, Bradley's eyes grow wide, his mouth hung agape, Natasha grows a soft pink tint on her cheeks and looks between the two of us.

"Only if Rooster is okay with it." She says softly, causing you and your boyfriend to stop any motion the two of you were doing.

"Car. Now. Both of you." Your boyfriend says standing up in a flurry and heading to the bar to pay his tab as you and Nat quickly gather your things.

Not even five feet into the door of your house you find your lips on Bradley's neck. His hand tangles with your hair in a fury as he tries to find natasha who is standing there watching with a smile.

You slowly kiss further and further down your boyfriend's body as you land on his crotch, his cock already pitching a tent below his shorts and you let out a smile before undoing his zipper, letting a soft gasp out when you learn he wasn't wearing anything underneath them. His cock springs free and you take it in your hand, Natasha standing off to the side watches in amazement as you take him with such grace, allowing him to hit the back of your throat with a small gag.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock like that." Bradley coos rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Slowly the more you move the more the tears fall and the more Natasha's heart races.

"Cmere Phoe," Bradley coaxed, and Natasha slowly moved closer to the two of you before kissing Bradley's neck, the sight of the two of them above you made the already prominent wet spot grow even more apparent in your panties. Nat switched off with you eventually and Bradley couldn't get over how good the two of you looked between his legs.

Slowly but surely the three of you made your way up to the bedroom, Bradley picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

"Nat, I think our sweet girl needs our undivided attention," Bradley said softly, and Nat nodded in agreeance before the two of them hovered over different parts of you.

You don't remember your clothes coming off, and when the other two discarded their clothing, but as soon as you felt Nat lick a slit up your soaking cunt you were brought back into reality.

"Oh," you moan softly allowing your back to arch off the mattress and Rooster began working on your tits, squeezing and sucking them making sure to take his time.

Slowly, Natasha added a finger and then two and you could feel yourself running closer to your climax.

"Don't hog her Nat," Bradley whined, "I want a taste too."

Natasha nodded before the two of them switched positions, Natasha coming to your head.

"I want to taste you," You manage to whimper out to Natasha causing her to smile before lowing herself down onto your face, letting your tongue get work. Rooster had never seen anything more beautiful than the love of his life going down on one of his best friends. He began stroking his cock at the sight of the two of you, wanting nothing more but to be inside you right now.

"Baby," you say breathlessly as Nat raises herself from you for a moment, "fuck me."

That's what makes Bradley Bradshaw come completely undone for you, finding Nat's face the two of them make out for a moment before lining himself up with your entrance, pushing himself in you let out a gasp causing Natasha to shutter.

You were thankful for the rules the three of you laid out on the car ride home, all finding your comfort zones.

Bradley slowly began to thrust in and out while you continued to eat Natasha like she was your last meal. You could feel her getting close, you knew she was close based on her mannerisms, her grip began to tighten, her chest rose and fell with a quickened pace, and her eyes fluttered shut. The strangled moans she managed to get out told you and your boyfriend how close she actually was.

Bradley held out an arm allowing her something to balance herself on at her climax ripped through her, yours coming close to following. She shook before collapsing on the bed next to you but you could only pay her a second of mind as Bradley quickened his pace wrapping his hand in a soft grip around your neck.

Your orgasm rocked you. You let out a cry before cumming harder than you ever had before, the stars began to speckle your eyes as Bradley gave a few final thrusts before emptying himself into you, collapsing on top of you.

A moment later the three of you began to clean up, promising this would never leave the three of you.

A while after that Natasha had called her uber and gone home, saying she'd meet you two at work tomorrow and then if you guys wanted to do that again you knew where to find her.

You were showing when Bradley stepped in with you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"You looked so hot tonight," He said with a tired mumble.

"You should’ve seen yourself." You shot back.

And the two of you stayed like that for a little while longer letting the hot water run off your bodies.

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Pete Meets You (P.M)

Request: could you do a young!maverick one shot like this scene in the notebook?

This was requested by: Anon!

Pairings: Young!Pete x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Word Count: 1.1K

Author's Note: I have surprisingly never seen The Notebook so this was a fun one to kind of analyze and write!

Summary: Pete finally meets the girl of his dreams but how far will he go to get her?

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The state fair was in town, and Goose and Carole were adamant about taking Pete with them.

Pete hated fairs. He didn't like the food. He didn't like the games or the rides. Most importantly, he didn't like third wheeling.

Ding!

The mallet Goose struck had hit the belle pulling Pete from his thoughts. He chuckled softly as his best friend was given the most minor prize on the rack, a small pink and white lamb.

They begin to walk towards the bumper cars where Carole eventually wound up with one of her friends staying with her for the summer.

Leaning against the ride railing, the boys stared at a flurry of whizzing carts and laughs from the patrons playing. A girl catches Pete's eye. She wore red, a simple enough color that she wouldn't stand out to anyone but him, and she had thrown her head back and a flurry of laughter as her friend bumped into her.

"She's visiting Carole for the summer, her father's an admiral," Goose said, finding the girl in the crowd Pete was looking at.

To Pete she was beautiful.

Stepping off the ride, the girls had their arms interlocked with each other, laughing at something. The men practically swarmed her as Carole pulled her away from them shouting something about her being busy or whatever.

Carole walked over to Goose giving him a kiss on the cheek as the guys continued to swarm.

"Wanna dance with me?" Pete asked confidently stepping in front of her before she could take another step.

She looked at him with surprise.

"No?" She said back cautiously.

"Well, why not?" Pete shot back, staring into her eyes.

Those eyes that he was absolutely drowning in.

"Because I don't want to." She said, looking around as though this had never happened to her before.

Pete panicked for a second. Had he screwed this up?

"Pete?" a fellow pilot said intending to interrupt. "She's with us."

"(y/n)," another pilot chimes in, "wanna ride the Ferris Wheel?"

She looped her arms around him and a ping of jealousy shot through him. She shot Pete a small mischievous smile, before pulling the pilot by the arm away from him. The rest of the group moved around him as he stood firmly in his spot, moving only to turn and watch as she walked away, a playful smirk falling onto his lips.

"Pete Mitchell," Carole said softly to her friend as she watched him watch her as they walked away.

"What?" she shoots back.

"He's a pilot, like my Goose. He's one of the best they've got." Carole said back with a smile.

"Oh," she begins, "didn't you see him standing like two inches away from our faces?" She asked slowly.

"That's Pete though," Carole said with reassurance. "Ya know, I'm surprised he even came over, I think he liked you." The girls giggled before continuing to trot off to the Ferris Wheel.

Pete stood and watched.

Every single time the girl came around on the wheel sitting in the booth with one of the pilots from earlier. And then Pete did something nobody ever expected him to do.

Pete ran forward and took a literal leap of faith and jumped onto the booth with the two of them, the girl screaming in the process. The two screamed at Pete rocking the booth and squeezing into the spot between them.

The carnie in charge of the ride was screaming at Pete and Goose and Carole sat in a shock-induced silence. All Pete did was scream back.

"I'm Pete Mitchell," He said with an outstretched hand to her.

"So?" She half yelled back.

"So it's really nice to meet you," Pete said slowly before the other pilot cut in.

"Yo (y/n), who is this guy?" he questioned.

"I don't know," she shot back, "Pete Micthell." She gestured to him.

"I would really like to take you out," Pete said, completely ignoring the guy beside him.

"Friend, do you mind?" The pilot asked annoyed and then suddenly the ride came to a halt. The carnie began screaming about how only two people could sit together on the ride so Pete did the only thing Pete thought was reasonable, taking yet another leap he found himself dangling from the bar just ahead of the booth she was sitting in.

"Get down Pete!" Carole shouted as she held Goose's arm in fear, "you're gonna kill yourself!"

"Noah cut it out!" Goose shouted after her.

And Pete Mitchell being the man he is asked her once again. "Will you go out with me?"

"What?" she sounded shocked. "No."

"No?" Pete questioned.

"No!" She said again.

The three of them continued to bicker for just a moment more, eventually with the other pilot joining in.

Pete became fed up, between her turning him down and the pilot beside her being a real piece of work Pete did the only thing Pete could think of.

"You leave me no choice." That was all he said before unhooking one of his hands from the bar causing the girl to scream.

Carole was shouting at him from below but he didn't care.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time," Pete said, struggle evident in his voice. "Will you? Or will you not go out with me?"

The girl looked at him stunned because right in front of her was a man dangling many, many feet in the air.

Pete began to struggle more, he felt his hand slipping with each passing moment.

"Grab the bar, you idiot!" Carole shouts.

"Not until she agrees!" Pete shoots back.

"Awe go out with him Honey!" Goose, wanting to feel included, shouts too.

"Okay, fine I'll go out with you!" she says panic in her voice.

"No, don't do me any favors!" Pete says softly.

"No, no I do!" She says almost pleading.

"You do?" the other pilot asks.

"Yes!" She shouts.

"Say it," Pete says glancing at her.

"I want to go out with you!" She shouts again.

"Say it again." He practically demands.

"IWANNAGOOUTWITHYOU!" She screams.

Pete smiles before returning both hands to the bar above him.

"Alright, alright we'll go out." he says with a smirk.

"You think you're so smart don't yo-" She begins but Carole cuts her off before she can finish. "Pete you idiot!"

"Don't worry!" The girl smiled sweetly, "I'll take care of this."

She leaned forward and began unbuckling his pants all while Pete begins the flurry of 'oh please don't' and 'oh god no'. Eventually, she becomes successful and Pete is finally left hanging there in his underwear. The people around him laugh.

"Aren't so cocky now are ya?" She said between giggles.

"Imma get you for that,' Pete shoots back with a smirk.

"Maybe you will," she smiles, "maybe you won't"

Around him, upon the fairground patrons the people have all stopped to stare at the man hanging from the Ferris Wheel with his pants around his ankles, and for once Pete didn't care.

He got the girl and hey, maybe fairs weren't so bad after all.

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Love Letters to No One (B.B)

Part 7: Give Em' Hell

Pairings: Rooster x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Maverick x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SO many, 18+ for sure, minors DNI. Sex, Oral!Fem reviving, probably some others. Fluff, some swearing

Word Count: 1.8K

Author's Note: Here's part 7! I had a blast writing this one so I hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry, it kinda ends on a cliffhanger.

Summary: Mav finally decides whos joining him.

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Bradley and I stayed out until the sun was merely peaking over the horizon, headed home hand in hand to get even a mere moment of sleep.

By the time we had stumbled into the briefing room that following morning dad was nowhere to be found. The pilots we standing or sitting a flurry of soft talking filled the room before Admiral Simpson came in causing all of us to take our seats.

"Captian Mitchell is no longer the Captain in charge of this mission." He said. The blanket of silence fell heavily upon the room. The Admiral was happy with the response we were giving him, I felt Bradley's arm reach for me as the breath was sucked from my lungs.

What happened to my father?

I go to stand up as Bradley's grip tightened, his eyes drifting from the Admiral to the screen behind him where a small blinking light appeared, signally that someone was running the course.

It was him.

Dad's voice comes through the intercoms, he's running the course.

That course was not even I could complete. I glance quickly around the room each and every pilot staring in awe at what my father is doing.

No one has ever completed the course and in a minute fifteen no less. Admiral Simpson gave an all-knowing smile and that's when I knew dad was gonna be in deep shit.

And he absolutely was.

But at the same time, dad walked out of Simpson's office with a smile bigger than the day of his wedding.

"Dad?" I say as I see him exit the office, he turned to me before running over to give me tight hug.

"Let's go do this mission." That was all he said before quickly stalking off.

That night I put on my very best outfit before I heard a honk to signal to me that Bradley was here. I threw on my mom's old aviator jacket before running downstairs, kissing my dad on the cheek, and headed out the door.

Bradley was waiting by his car for me with a bouquet of flowers, a big smile plastered to his face as I kiss his cheek, climbing into his car.

"Where are we headed Braddles?" I ask after he climbs into the car, he flashes me his signature smile before saying very proudly.

"Sailing Away."

Dear Bradley,

I hate the water. I hate that I can't see the bottom of the ocean and I hate to think about what might be lurking below me. I think that is why I always enjoyed flying because I knew whatever was in the water couldn't get me when I was all the way up there. I still can't believe I got into the Academy, I feel like Uncle Tom may have had a say in it because honestly, I feel like it probably would have been better if the Academy had just turned me away, banishing any form of Pete Mitchell offspring seems like a smarter idea then accepting me and just praying that I am nothing like my father. It's a poor decision really because what they don't know is I am exactly like my father and they are absolutely screwed. I wish you could be here to see it. I wish you were here to experience this stuff with me. Dad says you'll come around eventually but with the fact that your letters are growing less and less frequent, I highly doubt that.

Hopefully one day I can take you into the sky. I can show you what I am made of, I need to prove to someone that I am better than my father.

I wish you all the best Braddles,

Lem

I will always kick myself for never sending him the letter where I said I hated water.

I shutter a little at the thought but there is no turning back now. Yet somehow I feel surprised when we pull up to a bar that is not *at all* the ocean. But a small dive bar called Sailing Away. Country music poured out from inside and I watched as Bradley's eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

"What is this Bradshaw?" I shoot at him playfully.

"This my lovely date is a Line Dancing Bar. And we are going dancing." He says very proudly of himself.

There are two things in this world I hate:

The ocean or any deep water.

Dancing.

Bradley and I use to joke when we were younger that it wouldn't matter if I had a wedding or not because I wasn't gonna dance regardless.

"Bradley," I say calmly, looking at him. "I would rather give you head the go into that bar and dance."

And somehow those simple words got him and me back in the car, and in a safe hurry back to his barracks room.

He didn't even wait to get us past his door before I was being peppered with kisses from my lips down to my neck.

"You taste so good Lem," He mumbled into me as he shut his door behind us, pushing me up against it to make sure it latched. I let out a soft whimper as his hand slipped under my shirt, finding my boobs in no time as my head tilted back to meet the door.

"Fuck Bradshaw," I whine as he picks me up with ease setting me down gently on the bed before hovering above me. I grab him by his neck and pull him down to meet me again, our lips colliding in a frenzy as he tries to take my top off. I help him a little before fumbling with the hem of his shirt pulling it quickly over his head before finding his lips again and pulling at his bottom one with my teeth.

This drives him wild.

In a mere matter of moments, Bradley has removed my bra and while his lips attack my tongue, his hand goes to find a boob playing gently with my nipple. I squirm slightly but the mere pressure of him above me stops me from going too far. Bradley gives me a soft smile before gently removing his hand to rest it on my cheek.

"I am so sorry Lem," He said gently, I look up at him to meet his eyes which have since glazed over.

"Bradley," I say gently, before giving him a soft kiss."Make up for it."

Bradley meets my gaze with a surprised look. And for the first time ever I am the one who makes the first move.

Our lips crash together and I somehow manage to flip us over, his shocked gasp made me laugh, his shirt came off with ease and I spend a minute admiring his chest, scars that I remember him getting and scars that appear to be new since I've seen him last.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He teased at me, I shut him up quickly by grinding down on his still-clothed bottom half, he let a low groan rip through him and his head tilts back. A whimper threatens to spill past my lips but I manage to stay quiet.

"Lem," he warned, "If I am not in you in one way or another here very soon I am gonna flip us." I let a mischievous smirk fall upon my mouth as I moved again, this time letting a whimper fall out, and in a matter of mere moments, I was under him again, except this time my pants were coming off, leaving me in just my panties. Bradley hovered over me for a moment before moving down to my heat below. I move a little as I feel his fingers move my panties aside his lips leaving marks along my inner thigh. His kisses grow closer and closer to my core and my hand finds his curly hair to tangle themselves in.

And I just about came undone when his tongue finally licked a long slip up to find my clit before sucking on it gently. My back involuntary arching as my grip on his hair grew tighter, sending a groan to me, allowing an involuntary shutter.

"Bradley, as good as this feels, I want you," I whine,

"Lem, my love, you have me," He mumbled into me.

I shutter again.

"No Bradley," I pull on his hair enough that he'll look at me, "I want you in me."

Bradley's eyes grew wide as he fumbled to meet me face to face attacking me with a bunch of kisses as he tried to remove his pants faster than he was.

His jeans came off with ease, and his boxers on the other hand were still on.

"I want these off Bradley," I say through breathless gasps. He didn't miss another minute before discarding his boxers and removing my underwear with ease.

"I will stop if I need to Lem," He said softly, I nodded as I felt himself push into me, my head fell back my eyes fell closed.

And holy shit did he feel amazing.

He let out a soft moan as I give him the okay to move, he starts off slow. Each thrust was used as a way to apologize for everything he has put me through. Each thrust grew harder, and each thrust grew more impatient. I could feel myself nearing my climax and at the same time, Bradley's moments told me the same thing. In a whirlwind of moans, skin slapping against each other I somehow managed to find his lips. I kiss him with passion in a need I haven't experienced in my life before.

"Bradley, I'm gonna-" He responded by quickening the pace and letting my climax rip through me. He followed shortly after before collapsing next to me and pulling me close.

"I love you, Lem," He said softly as I nuzzle into his warmth.

"I love you more, Bradley," I say with a yawn before letting myself fall asleep.

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I awoke the next morning with a start, panicking as I throw on whatever clothes I could find that was mine. Thankful that my locker in the hanger has clothes in it.

"Bradley, we have to go," I say in a panic before we rush out of his room and into his car, practically speeding to base.

Rushing into the briefing room praying that we weren't noticeably late. That prayer however wasn't answered as we earned glances from everyone in the room.

"Next time," Admiral Simpson says, "come in one at a time, it makes it less obvious."

I feel my cheeks heat up as Bradley and I take our seats, watching as my dad steps up to the podium, preparing to give us the same speech we always get.

"Captian Mitchell," Simpson interrupts again, "just tell them who you pick."

My father nods before staring across the room.

"Dagger One will be Phoenix and Bob." The pair looked at each other shocked.

"Dagger Two will be Payback and Fanboy." The boys shared an excited grin.

"And who will be your wingman?" Simpson asked, I stood up straight, kept my head high, and waited for my name to be called. Dad looked at me and gave me a sad smile.

"Rooster."

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Bagman (J.S)

Pairings: Hangman x Fem!Reader, Sister!Natasha x Sister!Reader

Warnings: some suggestive lines, probably should be 18+

Word Count:1.1K

Author's Note: Hiii, first we are so close to 150 followers!! Secondly, I will be posting an announcement here in the next few days so keep an eye out for that!

Summary: Being Natasha's sister you were also given a very sassy attitude, which oddly, Hangman can't get enough of.

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Natasha Louise Trace was five minutes and 23 seconds older.

Yet I always came first at everything we did.

"Natty!" I cried as I spotted my twin sister in the airport, cheesy valet sign in hand.

"Bambi!" She yelled back dropping the sign to pull me into a hug. "Oh my god, I've missed you!!" You nod in agreement both of you falling into a pit of giggles.

Natasha planned to show me around North Island the best she could, and we had a blast that day after not seeing each other in nearly four years.

The two of us had finally landed at the Hard Deck for some drinks and food, and so that I could meet all of her friends and the people I would be helping.

"Boys, this is my sister, callsign Bambi." I offer a short wave before Nat and I are bombarded with questions.

"You have a sister?"

"There's more than one of you?"

"Who is older?"

"Easy there fellas," she chuckled, "to answer all these questions at once, she's my twin."

The boys around her seem astonished at the fact that we were twins.

"What does she do?" a quiet boy with glasses finally spoke up.

"I am an aerospace engineer, but I found a love for F-18, and here we are," I say confidently.

"Ah so not only is she prettier than Phoenix but she's smarter too." A voice spoke up from somewhere within the crowd, and Nat rolled her eyes.

"Bambi, this is Bagman." She states blankly.

"Hangman," He shoots back.

"Whatever." She snaps.

The two seemed tense for the rest of the night but I didn't want to pry because I was having fun with my sister. Yet, it felt as though someone was watching me.

"Trace!" a voice boomed, and my sister and I turned around to find its source. And then a moment later we hear the sinister laughing of Bagman. I noticed his stare linger for a moment on me and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Jake was good-looking, that was obvious to everyone. Including himself. His cocky attitude and poor attempt at picking girls up somehow made him more attractive than I could ever imagine. The way his hair moved when he laughed and how even though he was trying to pick up random girls I was always the one who fell back into his gaze after they turned him down.

But Natasha would kill me.

She would have me pummeled to a pulp if she found out I was trying to make moves on her little sister. But Bambi was beautiful. She was the complete opposite of Phoenix, her hair curly and pulled into a ponytail while Phoenix kept hers in a tight bun. She was a genius, I have no idea how someone would go from wanting to practice Aerospace Engineering to an F-18 technician. It makes no sense yet somehow she seemed just right for that job.

"Yo baby Trace!"

I turn around at the sound of my name only to find Hangman sitting in the corner watching my every move.

"What do you want Bagman?" I shoot back a playful smirk falling to my lips. He chuckled softly before walking over to me, invading my personal space.

"How about we make a deal." He says softly into my ear. I glance quickly around to make sure no one was paying attention, thankfully no one was.

"And what would that be?" I say with a breathy tone.

"If I beat you in pool I get to take you on a date." He says with a smirk, "And if I win?" I shoot back.

He chuckled softly.

"I'll eat you out."

I watched as her cheeks turned to a bright pink and her eyes grew wide, praying that nobody hears her.

She took a shaky deep breath before meeting my eyes.

"Deal."

Hangman smiled before handing me a pool stick, I took a deep breath as we quickly drew a crowd of on-lookers, our game of pool getting exciting.

He was winning, he was cocky and he was winning. Ball after ball was shot by Hangman and ball after ball sunk into a pocket. Until by some grace of god I manage to shoot most of my balls in one round, leaving me two balls less than Hangman. He looks at me playfully before 'accidental' missing his shot pushing the turn onto me.

I look at him with a smirk before sinking my final two balls,

"Eight-ball right corner pocket," I say with a proud grin on my face before sinking the final ball to win the game.

The bar around me erupts into cheers as I am crowded by pilots saying a jumbled mix of 'how did you beat him?' 'hangman never wins' and finally,

"Why is Hangman staring at you?" Nat says almost defensively.

I glance over at him to find that he is leaning against the wall watching in amusement an all-knowing smirk lay on his face.

I give Nat a shrug before excusing myself to step outside, I let out a sigh as the salt-mixed sea breeze hit me. The sound of the ocean was almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the bar door opening as Hangman joined me outside.

"I believe you have a deal to uphold Bagman," I say with a taunting tone. He smiles before coming up behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist.

"It's Hangman," he says back with a whisper into my ear.

"Whatever," I say playfully, feeling his hand travel slowly up my torso to where it laid gently along my collarbone. I gave a soft whimper as it continued its trail to my throat squeezing slightly.

And she was a goner.

What was a stone-cold outer shell had since melted away as I kissed along her neck, thankful that no one inside was paying attention to us.

The small whimpers and moans were driving me crazy and I couldn't wait to see what she tasted like.

I allowed my hands to roam her body before spinning her around so that I could finally kiss her.

Her lips tasted like cotton candy and her skin was as soft as velvet. I picked her up with ease before setting her gently upon the railing of the deck. The breeze was cool but the heat we were creating was burning us up. We were too enthralled in our own little world that we didn't hear the bar door open or my friends pour out onto the deck.

We did however hear Natasha as she shrieked.

"What the fuck are you doing to my sister?"

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Lost (N.T)

Pairings: Nat x Reader, Platonic!Bob x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a Hospital, accident, some fluff

Word Count: 668

Author's Note: This was really hard to write but I absolutely loved how this turned out.

Summary: Nat almost dies in a mission.

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As soon as you got the call you stopped in your tracks.

Your wife, Natasha Trace, was almost killed today in a mission. Her plane had gone down and she went with it. You felt a sob catch in your throat. What they had also told you was her wingman, Milo 'Dash' Robinson had gone down and, unfortunately, didn't get to walk away from the fight.

You walked with a firey pace through the Hospital corridors. Quickly finding her shipmates and friends huddled around, Bob looks up quickly to see you walk towards them.

"(y/n), Nat doesn't look like she normally does," Bob begins to say but you don't care. You shove past him and into the room where your wife lay.

Bob was right. She looked completely different than normal. Her face was scratched and bruised, and she was hooked up to a bunch of different machines. You let out a soft cry before moving further into the room, closer to your wife.

The machine beats with a steady rhythm as it tracks her heartbeat and her eyes remain closed as her chest rises and falls. You pull up a chair close to her bed and set your stuff down on the floor. You let the tears fall as you completely ignore her colleagues.

"I love you, Nat," You say with a sob as you hold her hand. The boys stand near the door of the room staring at you and Nat as they try to figure out how to be as much help as possible.

They felt as if they were watching your life through a tv screen. They all silently watched as you stroked your wife's hair to try and smooth out what you could of the mess of her hair. She had bandages all over and from what you could tell a cast on her left leg. Bob took a cautious step toward you placing a gentle hand on your shoulder which was the final push over the edge as you finally broke down completely. The rest of the boys finally moved to be around you and your wife.

For the remainder of the night, you all share stories while Nat slept peacefully beneath the group, surrounded by your closest friends.

"Come on, (Y/N), it's time to go home," Bob spoke softly as the rest cleared out of the room.

"I don't think I can leave her," You say, your voice hoarse from crying all day.

"You can, I promise," Bob said softly, "We are all gonna stay with you tonight, you'll be okay." He smiled. "and then in the morning we’ll get you the best coffee we can find and we will bring you right back to this chair to sit with her, and we will repeat the process until your wife comes home."

You gave Bob a sad smile before collecting your things and kissing your sleeping wife on the forehead.

You join the boys and to your surprise, they don't leave your side the entire time Nat is in the hospital.

One day three you get up and begin your now usual routine of getting up jumping in the shower and then heading to the hospital except this time it was different. Because while you were excepting to one again see your sleeping wife you walk into her room to find her awake and looking at you.

"Hi, you." She says softly a sob rips through you as you rush to her pulling her into the most careful hug you could.

"Oh my god you're alive, oh my god Nat, Dash didn't-"you began.

"I know," She replied softly, tears filling her eyes. "I know."

You nod before kissing her again, allowing the guys to finally come in and see their friend.

And that's how you guys remained for the rest of the day, and for the following few days. Until Hangman threatened the doctor and Nat finally was allowed to go home, with a serious need for some TLC.

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SwimSuit Model (R.F)

Pairings: Bob x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some swearing and suggestive lines

Word Count: 615

Author's Note: Oooo we get to see a partially dominant Bob...!

Summary: Jake is crushing over a swimsuit model he found in magazine, and then doesn't believe Bob when he says he is dating her.

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"Get a load of this beauty," Hangman said peering over his sunglasses to get a better look at the girl suntanning on the beach. Her swimsuit hugs her curves just right and she seemed to not care about anything but the sailors playing dogfight football. Even Natasha seemed to notice her.

"Holy shit." She said walking over to Jake, "it's (y/n) (y/l), she is like one of the biggest models on the west coast. Sports Illustrated, Playboy, Vogue. She's done them all."

Jake stared at Natasha with a dumbfounded look on his face. "No fuckin way." Natasha nodded before calling Bob over.

He came jogging over confused as to why Hangman was staring at his girlfriend. "What magazines has (y/n) modeled for?" Natasha asked, "oh," Bob said, "a good few actually, but the biggest ones are Sports Illustrated and Playboy, she has also walked in New York and Paris fashion week, and she's hoping to walk in Milan next year." Jake laughed. "That's funny Bob, I didn't know Bob was a fan of swimsuit models" Bob and Nat gave each other a confusing glance.

"Jake, Bob, and (y/n) are together," Nat said slowly Bob nodding beside her.

"No that's impossible a girl like her would never go for Bob, no offense." Bob gave a soft smile, "somehow you always make it offensive."

A slight distance away you watch as your boyfriend talks to his friends, it was kind of him to invite you to accompany him to the beach, granted you were planning on going anyway. Bob seems upset, maybe something someone was saying? Natasha and you got along great so you knew it wasn't her. None of the other guys you had met yet so you couldn't speak for the rest.

"Rooster! Get over here! Bob is convinced that he's dating a model!" Jake shouts, so Rooster comes jogging over to also gawk at Bob's girlfriend as you sit there staring right back at them.

"I mean yeah she's hot, but I couldn't see myself with her." Bob looked at Rooster with a weary glance, "I mean yeah it would be awesome to date a model but I don't think I could deal with so many guys staring at her, let alone ones pretending to date her." Bob let out a frustrated sign.

"Ya know you guys don't have to believe me but don't fucking make fun of me for it." He says sharply. "Woah, easy tiger, don't get your panties in a twist," Jake said with a chuckle.

"(y/n) come here!" your boyfriend shouts at you from across the beach, you stand up and brush yourself off and make your way over to him and his friends. You give a soft smile to the strangers as you get closer and the one closest to your boyfriend extends his hand.

"The name is Jake Sersin, they call me Hangman," He gives her a smirk as she takes his hand. "(y/n)(y/l)," you say sweetly.

"Enough of this," Bob grumbles, "They don't believe you're my girlfriend." You look with amusement between the sailors.

"Oh really?" You smirk looking at Bob, "prove it to them, baby." And so Bob does, he walks over to you, and with one hand grabbing your waist, he places his other around your throat. You allow him to kiss you passionately as Natasha hoops and hollers as you kiss him back.

Bob pulls away from you he turns to Jake, looking rather defeated.

"Do you believe me now?" He says with a smirk, holding you close to him.

"Yeah," Jake says with a sigh.

"Okay," you clap your hands together, "Who's ready for some football?"

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I Love You (B.B)

Pairings: Rooster x Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 699

Author's Note: this was super cute and fun to write!

Summary: Bradley has to go on a mission leaving you behind on the carrier.

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You knew this was a possibility when you agreed to a date Rooster. Yet you couldn't stop yourself from letting a few tears slip as he loaded into his F-18. Rooster gave you a sad smile as his team helped him get situated. Leaving you a few minutes to say your final goodbye before the roof closed. You climbed the ladder, you were exhausted, and the bags under your eyes showed evidence of that. To Rooster though, you were as beautiful as the first day you two met.

"Hi," You say softly examining the pilot in the plane next to you. He seemed shocked at first but then the boy smiled and introduced himself, "Hey, I'm Bradley Bradshaw, call sign Rooster." He extended his hand and so you climbed down the ladder before shaking his hand, "(y/n) (y/l), calling Slapshot. It's a pleasure to meet you." You say taking notice as he eyes you up and down. "Believe me Slapshot, the pleasure is all mine."

Bradley took your cheek gently in his hand which causes a few tears to fall from your eyes, he wipes one away before giving you a sad smile. "I'll be home before sunset, Slapshot." He said, with some doubt in his voice. Neither of you wanted to admit it but both of you were aware that there was a possibility that he wasn't gonna make it home. "Don't make promises you can't keep Roos." You say, your voice horse from crying last night.

"Roos you can't go it's a suicide mission." The shock lingers in the air, "I know, but it's not like I can go hey Admiral, sorry but no thanks on this mission." Rooster said. You let a sob breakthrough you and Rooster's once-hard demeanor changes instantly as he rushes to your side. "I know baby, but I have to go." You sob harder as he rubs your back.

The commotion on the boat had begun to grow louder and both of you knew that meant that take-off was imminent. You began to get tears falling again which broke Rooster's heart. "I promise I will be home before sundown." You nod, preparing yourself for the worst.

"Roos," you say softly, he looks at you. His eyes are glossy as he tries not to cry. "I love you." You managed to squeak out. Roosters eyes go wide, you hadn't said those worse yet. Never finding the perfect moment to say it before. "I promise Slapshot I feel the same way but I don't want to say it until I get home." You nod and kiss him goodbye before climbing down the ladder. Rooster moves his plane to prepare for takeoff. Finding you in the crowd you wave at him and he waves back, before being launched into the sky. He looked down at a photo of the two of you that sat within the plane blinking back tears. His only hope now is that he makes it home to be able to tell you how much he loves you.

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The hours you had to wait were grueling, you spent them sitting in your room radio tuned to Roosters channel listening intently making sure that he is okay.

"Dash Two, prepare for landing." Air control says you raise from your seat waiting patiently for Roosters callback.

"Dash Two preparing for landing." Rooster calls back, you let out a sob of relief as you make your way back up to the deck, just in time for Rooster's plane to catch. You want nothing more than to run to him right now but you need to wait for him to deplane.

He could pick you out of any crowd, any day. But today as everyone crowded him he couldn't seem to find you, that was until you shoved past everyone and ran directly into his arms.

"You made it home!" you cried into him as he held you tight, "Before sundown too," Rooster said softly, no one else in the world existed to him right now besides you.

"I love you, (y/n)." That was all Rooster could say before you pressed your lips to his.

"I love you more Roos." You say back.

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