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goosefilms · 23 days
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sidle up to the hard deck bar !
disrespect a lady , the navy , or put your cell phone on my bar ... you buy a round
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thisisanewlowes · 5 months
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here’s some more glen for you on this fine saturday his birthday 🙇‍♀️
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idkwhylou · 1 year
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Untouchable pt.1
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Summary : One evening at the hard deck your attention is strangely on a quiet pilot who blushes way too much, your friend made fun of you but the evening ends in his bed. Maybe it was not the better option to sleep with a military brat, and even less when it’s the daughter of your superior.
Bob Floyd x militarybrat!reader/f!reader
Warnings : SMUT (a bit cringy sorry)
Words : 7K +
A/N : It’s the very first time I write “smut” (it’s not much but yeah yk) and little reminder that English is not my first language !
pt.2 here :)
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You were untouchable.
Already by your personality, you had what could be called a bad temper. You didn’t really let yourself slacken off and even less in front of the men of the Navy whom you knew too well. You were endowed with an astonishing intelligence, you understood things very quickly and quite surprising but some were afraid of this intelligence. You weren't scary at all but the fact that you knew how to think for yourself had the gift of scaring some pilots. You were independent, you didn't need anyone and again, even less a man with an oversized ego like some of them. On top of that you were extremely beautiful, not pretty but very beautiful. Some could qualify you as a femme fatale even if you did not like this term, you defined it as an idea established by the desire of man in women.
You knew very well that you had an advantageous physical and it would be a lie to say that you never took advantage of it to obtain something, of course you never played with a man's feelings. Even if you could sometimes be frank you were far from hurtful. The only thing that could hurt others about you was your beauty but not your personality. Deep down inside, you slightly liked being untouchable, you liked telling yourself that you were in control of the situation. That was a rare thing for a woman in the Navy, but you were one hell of an exception. In addition to being more than special in the eyes of all unfortunately you were even more untouchable than anyone could have thought.
Even if a man had a slim chance with you, there was a whole other problem. You were a military brat but not just any. It turns out that you were the only child of the famous Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. So even if you looked at a pilot once your head was turned, you could be sure that your father was going to take pleasure in staring intensely at the boy you had just made hope for. It was on one hand reassuring to tell you that your father was vigilant with you and the possible predators, even if in reality the real predator was you. But on the other hand it was more than annoying that he protected you as if you were in porcelain and that you were going to break at any moment. You were stronger than that and you didn't need your father to defend you, far from it.
It is true that you did not have a very stable life due to your father's job, but that never bothered you, it is precisely thanks to his environment that you are as you are today. Being his only child he was always more protective than other parents, he didn't want anything to happen to you. At the time you didn't realize it since you were too young but if your father was so protective it was mainly because you were the last family he had left. After Goose's death it is true that he was not like before but when Carole left in turn, it was too much. He no longer had anyone to rely on, he had completely let himself go and after a one night stand you arrived. You never knew your mother and she never wanted to know you, giving all the responsibility to Pete who was far from ready to be a father.
But the rest is history.
You were back in Miramar and the first thing you thought of was going to the Hard Deck, just to pop in and say hello to Penny, nothing more. You pushed the wooden door in front of you and made your way into the bar, you walked with a determined and confident step towards the bar, trying to make your way through the crowd so that you could then sit on one of the wooden stools in front of you. It was still quite early but the bar was already full to bursting, the crowd was almost suffocating but it wasn't too disturbing yet, you looked straight ahead and observed a few pilots around the pool table. Some faces were familiar which made you smiled gently while thinking about what you were going to take, always observing the bar clientele to see if there were other people you knew by any chances.
You waited a few seconds then Penny turned in your direction with a big smile, she quickly advanced towards you while she was at the other end of the bar. “Sweetie ! What are you doing here ?" She asked surprised at your rather unexpected arrival.
“Penny I can’t breathe.” You tell her out of breath, she moves away from you, laughing slightly but still leaning on the bar to be able to stay close to you, “I wanted to pass by.” You just answered her.
She leaned towards you again and took your face in her hands before placing a kiss on your cheek, she pulls away again before speaking. “Excuse me, I'm just so happy to see you, it's been so long since I've seen you ! It’s been what ? Three years ?” She asked, all excited about your arrival.
“Two years penny, only two. But I missed you too.
“Two years ! Oh my god it's been so long. Tell me what can I serve you ?”
“Uhm one Mai Tai please.”
She nodded before starting to prepare your cocktail, you carefully observed her mixing the ingredients when she poured the mixture into a wide glass which she placed on the bar before adding a slice of lemon and a mint leaf, she pushed the glass in front of you and smiled at you again. You thanked her but when you took out your wallet to take money to pay her, she stopped me dead in your action by putting her hand on your wrist. You raised your head and she nodded hers negatively to make you understand to put away what you had in your hands, “It's not necessary Y/N, gift from the house.” She said, adding a wink before sweeping behind the bar.
“But penny-”
“No but young woman !” She interrupted you, pointing her finger in front of you to make you understand that you shouldn't try to retort again.
You sighed softly in defeat and then put the Wallet in your jacket pocket, which was actually your father's and took a sip of your drink, the fresh lemon juice slid down your throat but was quickly caught by the burning rum. “You’re alone ?” Asked the woman in front of you.
You put down your glass and nodded, “Dad's tired, he's staying home tonight.”
She raised her eyebrows and her cheeks turned slightly rosy at the response, “Oh no, I didn't mean it like that-”
You didn't give her time to finish her sentence when you smiled at her frustrated look and gave her a wink in turn before getting up to approach the jukebox which was not far from the pool table, so not far from the pilots. Once in front of the retro machine, you put your glass on the next table to be able to take a coin out of your pocket which must have been there for a long time, you kept the coin in your hand long enough to carefully read the proposed titles and choose properly. But when you were hesitating between two titles from the 80s, you felt a presence behind you but you didn't really pay attention to it. “Has anyone ever told you that it was dangerous to leave your drink unattended ?”
You jumped not expecting anyone to speak to you even less this close to your ear, you quickly turned around and came face to face with Lt. Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. You opened your mouth amazed to see him there and didn't think another minute before taking him in your arms, you put your arms behind his neck and felt his wrap around your waist to respond to your embrace. You moved away and stared at him for a moment, he hadn't changed since the last time you saw each other. He wore a Hawaiian shirt similar to the ones his father wore before him and still had his famous pair of Ray-bans on his nose, and of course he still had his 70s mustache.
You and Rooster have known each other for years, you grew up together until your father took his papers away. At that time he had pulled away from you thinking that you knew about your father's actions when you were the last to know about the situation but all that is in the past, now all of that is behind you. Despite the recent events between him and your father, you found each other and rediscovered the bond you had when you were younger, Bradley is a few years older than you and he fulfills his role as big brother to perfection. Even if you don't have the same blood it's just like, he has always been like a brother to you and even when he stops talking to you you forgave him directly.
“Oh my God ! You scared me.” You exclaimed.
“What are you doing here ?” He asked you as surprised at my arrival as Penny.
“A craving for Mai Tai.” You say, taking your glass back from the table before taking a big sip.
“You’re pregnant ?” He asked randomly.
You almost spit out all the liquid you had in your mouth after what he just asked you, “What ? No ! Are you crazy ?”
He shrugged and laughed slightly before offering you to join him and his pilot friends, you turned your head to your right to observe the pilots you had seen before. You looked back at Rooster giving him a nod before answering him concretely with a smirk, “How could I refuse ?”
He smiled and started walking towards the pool table where his friends and colleagues were, you followed him closely not for fear of losing him but only so you could easily pass through the crowd. Unlike Rooster you weren't tall and imposing, you were of average height and far from imposing in your physique, it was only your personality that intimidated people.
“Rooster ! I thought you got lost on the way grandpa.” Exclaimed a tall blond pilot with a smirk on his face.
You stared at him for a moment but no names came to mind as you looked at him, nor did you remember Bradley telling you about a blond boy. Even if the man was unknown to you, for the moment, he was one of the first pilots you saw when you entered the bar. He looked confident, even slightly haughty, but he still seemed likeable.
“Bagman.” Bradley gave him a nod, calling him what you thought was his callsign. “What a pleasure to see you.”
The would-be 'Bagman' smiles before glancing at you, “And who is that pretty thing you brought me here ?”
Asshole.
Your smile faded away in a second. Now he seemed anything but friendly, but what he didn't realize was that you were far from easy prey. You didn't even have time to retort that Bradley put his arm around your shoulders before pulling you against him, you frowned and looked up to look at the brunet who resumed speaking as if nothing had happened.
“Not this one Hangman.” He said calling him a new callsign, you assumed the previous one was just a joke.
The blond understood from your lost look that you weren't the pilot's girlfriend next to you, “And why’s that ?” He asked slowly but surely leaning towards you.
And as you were about to answer him, someone cut you off again. “Too dangerous.” Said a female voice that you recognized directly. “The kind of girl where you avoid her dad more than anything if you ask me.”
You freed yourself from Rooster's grip, walked past Hangman, not forgetting to give him a shoulder to end up taking Phoenix in your arms. You pulled away from her and looked the blond straight in the eyes with a playful look, he smiled before asking you a question. “Your dad doesn't like the navy ?”
“Worse. He’s in the navy.” You said with a smirk as the pilot's quickly faded.
“Oh." He said simply as Bradley gently patted his shoulder in comfort.
“I told you ! Now come with me to get you a beer.” The brunet said to him, shaking him slightly so that he regained his senses.
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The evening had gone extremely well, to be honest you had stayed more often with Phoenix than with the others but it was good to see her again after so much time. And then being the only two girls in the evening could sometimes be heavy, unfortunately Halo couldn't come because she had a date that night. But despite everything, you had a great time. Also Hangman had come to see you to apologize for the abrupt advances he had made to you, you could see he was afraid of having problems. You forgave him and with that the atmosphere was no longer heavy and awkward between you two, you even offered him a game of pool which he accepted with a big smile of winner but what he did not know was that you were unbeatable.
Several times during the game your eyes landed on a pilot that you had not been introduced to. He was sitting in a corner with peanuts, he had blonde hair but not like Hangman's, it was darker. He wore glasses that slipped on his nose far too often, his eyes seems like a perfect baby blue but you weren't sure because of the distance between you. You stayed focused on your game but many times you couldn't help but look in his direction, he was often alone during the evening but yet was part of the group. You had spotted Rooster talking to him a few times but the one he stayed with the most was Fanboy if you remember correctly. He spoke softly but mostly listened or observed what was going on around him.
At one point your eyes met and you gave him a mischievous smile that he returned more shyly with a smaller smile. Despite his shyness he was handsome, you wanted to know more about him. You had noticed that he did not drink beer but only water or maybe it was vodka but given the pace at which he drank this was far from possible or he tolerated alcohol extremely well which. In your mind you stayed on water and you couldn’t help it and found that adorable. He seemed so kind and caring, you wanted to go talk to him.
“Who is this ?” You asked Phoenix cutting her off in her explanation.
It must have been twenty minutes since you won your game against Hangman and you were now sitting at a table with the female pilot. You couldn't help but ask her who was the mysterious pilot who intrigued you for a while now.
“Who is who ?” She asked with a smile, leaning towards you to avoid everyone hearing.
“The one with the glasses.” You say, pointing your head towards where the blond was, he was still with Fanboy in a corner.
The woman in front of you moved away and turned in the direction you had just pointed to her even though deep down she suspected who you were talking about, there was only one person here who could wear glasses. When her eyes landed on Bob, she couldn't help but giggle softly. She looked at you before speaking. “Lieutenant Robert “Bob” Floyd, my back seater.”
“He’s cute." You confessed, crossing your arms before sinking a little further into your chair.
You were still watching Robert when your friend's laughter cut you off from your thoughts, “What ?” You asked already bored without even knowing why she was laughing.
“I can't believe it, I never would have imagined this possible. You and Bob ?” She said before leaving in an endless giggle.
You sigh annoyed and as she continued to laugh alone, Bradley came closer to you with a beer in his hands. “What’s happening ?” He asked putting his sunglasses in his Hawaiian shirt pocket.
“Y/N- she- Oh my god-” Phoenix tries to start a sentence but without success, she continues to laugh like crazy with both hands on her stomach as she was laughing so hard.
Bradley smiled at her friend's delight before turning back to you with a confused look, “I just told her I thought… Bob was cute.” You hesitantly say the name of the pilot.
No sooner had you finished your sentence than Natasha laughed even harder, “Nat.” Bradley tried to calm her down. “Nat-”
You weren't even waiting for her to calm down to get up and head to the bar without waiting another minute, you didn't understand why your friend had reacted this way. How the idea that you like the dark blond could make him laugh so much. You leaned on the wood of the bar patiently waiting for Penny to come take your order when you felt a presence to your left, you turned your head slightly to avoid the person seeing you staring. And when you thought you'd come face to face with a civilian, to your surprise the person next to you was the mysterious pilot. Suddenly, for the first time, you felt troubled when absolutely nothing had happened. Usually you didn't like to feel intimidated by others and even less by men, but this time you did, you strangely appreciated the fact of not being in your normal state. You didn't ask yourself any more questions and put this new feeling back on the beers you had drunk tonight. Without really thinking you turned completely to face the male next to you, you lean on the bar and wait for him to turn to face you too but he seems too embarrassed. You could see that his cheeks were slightly pink, which gave you a little more confidence to keep going.
“Bob right ?” You asked in a soft and gripping voice, which created a feeling of well being in the boy in front of you before anything happened.
He turned slowly, uncertain and slightly lost. He looked at you for a moment before putting his glasses back on correctly with the help of his middle finger and then nodding, “Y-yes that's me.” He replied in an almost imperceptible voice.
You smile at his shyness before simply continuing, hoping he would open up to you a little more, “Y/N.”
“I know- Well I mean I heard you with the others earlier." He said, recovering quickly at the end as if he had said something he shouldn't have.
This time if your smile turned into a laugh and Bob swore he had never heard such a sweet melody, once again his cheeks turned red but this time if a feeling of warmth added to his condition, and not only at his cheeks.
“I understood, don't worry.” You reassured him by once again giving him a smile with such sweetness that could have killed him.
But when you were going to continue the conversation Penny cut you off in the middle of your exchange to take his order, he ordered a coke zero and surprisingly turned to you again. “And whatever you want.” He said before taking his wallet out of his uniform pocket to pull out some money.
“Oh no-”
“I insist.” He cut you off with a blow much more confident than before.
You shook your head and gave your order to Penny who rushed to prepare them, despite the fact that it was getting late there were still a lot of people at the Hard Deck. Once your two drinks served you did not stay longer at the bar which began to be overflowing with people wanting to order them too. The table you previously occupied with Phoenix was free again, you indicated to the pilot behind you who nodded and followed you. You settled in quickly to avoid other people taking the table, the pilot in front of you took a sip in his glass before placing it on the table between you two. He looked up and was surprised to see you were already looking at him, his cheeks turning red before he looked away and focused on something else.
Cute.
While he was looking away you smiled and took a sip of your beer before playing with the tag, “So,” you began.
You barely had time to say anything else than the blond turned his head quickly towards you. As you were going to resume you let yourself getting lost in his eyes. They were beautiful. So delicate and sparkling. You were right, his eyes were indeed blue, as deep as the ocean.
“You have very pretty eyes.” You said casually as you turned your head to the side.
Once again Robert couldn't help but blush, he lowered his head slightly, shaking it before looking you straight in the eye, "Thank you." He simply added.
“Why did you pay me a drink ?” You asked quickly after his answer, you couldn't help but smile at his frustrated look.
“Oh uhm… I-well I figured that was the least I could do, since-that I didn't take your-your order when it was my uhm my round.” He said stuttering.
You brought your bottle to your lips without drinking from it, you looked at him attentively as you narrowed your eyes. You observed that the more he spoke, the redder he became. To be honest you thought it was extremely sexy while Robert couldn't stand the burning feeling in his chest anymore.
“No. Why did you really buy me a drink Robert-”
"Bob. Please call me Bob.” He corrected, although he honestly didn't mind hearing you call him by his full name.
"Isn't that your call sign ?"
“Is it but also my name, Robert is too formal.” He said with a sweet smile.
You nodded and continued, “Don't change the subject Bob. Why did you buy me a beer ?”
Bob sighed softly knowing full well that he was defeated and that he had to answer you once and for all, "It's just that I-I thought you were pretty and you-you looked nice so I thought that uhm that-” He began, searching for words to avoid scaring you away.
“That I would go home with you ?”
"What ? Nah, nah I had I would not have thought that. I uhm I just wanted to talk- yeah just a little talk.” He continued as if he had just thought about the real reason he had just offered you a drink.
The pilot looked at you attentively, waiting for your answer to know if the evening was going to stop soon for him or if on the contrary it had only just begun.
"Maybe I want to go home with you." You say softly, leaning slightly towards him so that no one could hear.
Bob widened his eyes surprised at what you had just said and opened his mouth slightly but closed it quickly thinking of what to say, you wasted no more time and got up from your chair. Before you start walking, you turn to the man behind you and give him a smirk and a wink before making your way through the crowd to go dancing, which sends shivers down his spine. Bob swallowed hard, as you disappeared further and further into the crowd of customers, the pilot couldn't help but stare at how your pants made your ass look nice. He looked up directly feeling guilty even though deep down he knew you didn't mind, or so he thought. The idea of ​​joining you crossed his mind but he was far too shy to dance in the middle of all these people. His eyes then fell on the beer he had bought you, he didn't wait another second and drank at once the liquid from the bottle.
Bob was not someone who drank alcohol and he regretted changing things once the burning sensation was no longer in his chest but in his throat, he put the bottle back on the table and got up a little too quickly which caused him to almost fall to the ground. He caught himself at the table and put his glasses back on correctly before heading to the center of the bar where most of the people were dancing. The blond made his way through the crowd and looked for you even if his vision played him a few times, he found you in the middle of the crowd dancing as if no one was around you. Bob watched you intently and froze in place, watching every move you made so intently. The first thing he noticed was the fact that you had taken off your jacket, you were now in a simple white t-shirt but before he could stop himself to look, you opened your eyes that you had kept closed and your gaze fell directly on the pilot who was no longer moving, you smiled and approached him keeping the rhythm of the song playing. You took his hands in yours and reproached him next to you, as you kept up the pace Bob looked like he was having a hard time finding him. You let go of his hands much to his sadness but you quickly put them on his shoulders and leaned closer to him.
“Let yourself go !” You say practically shouting because of the noise.
"I-I don't know how to do that." He confessed, making big gestures with his hands.
"Yes you know ! Don’t pay attention to others, just look at me and listen to the music. And then, it's done !” You explained before taking one of his hands in yours and pulling him towards the center with you.
The song ended softly and gave way to “Murder on the dancefloor”, as the first notes rang out in the bar you looked Bob straight in the eyes and smiled comfortingly at him before starting to move to the beat of the music. Astonishment Bob listened to your advice and let himself be carried away by the melody and closed his eyes shaking his head with the rest of his body, during all the music you never let go of his hand without really realizing it. It was as if this gesture was natural when you didn't even know each other a few hours ago.
You were so in your perfect little bubble that neither of you realized that all the pilots around the pool table were watching you intently, “Since when Bob can dance ?” Asked Coyote amused by what he was watching.
“No the real question is since when Bob interested girls ?” Asked Hangman with his eyebrows frowned.
Phoenix slapped him on the shoulder making him understand to shut up before rooster reacted, “Wasn’t it you a moment ago who made fun of her ?”
“I wasn’t making fun of her !”
“Yes you were-”
“No I wasn’t.” Interrupted Natasha. “I’m just too drunk and thought the idea that Y/N kinda liked Bob was crazy, but come one look at them ! He’s a little rabbit and her a real tiger but they’re really cute- plus Bob’s really nice and Y/N too-”
“Yeah you’re right you had enough drinks tonight.” Said Payback as he took the female by the shoulders to guided her outside, all the pilots followed and decides to call it a night.
When the music came to an end Bob opened his eyes again all smiles and paying no attention to anyone except the girl in front of him, he was only looking at you and couldn't look away. As you were about to speak, he crushed his lips on yours and placed one of his hands on your hip as he placed the other one on your cheek pulling you towards him. You were surprised at his gesture at first, surprised that he had enough courage when he seemed shy but you didn't think more and put your arms around his neck to stick you even more to him. Your lips moved in time with the music which made you smile through the kiss. His lips were soft just like him, your whole body was electrified by his touch and you could start to feel a warm sensation in your lower abdomen that you recognized all too well. Your hands moved in his curls but then you pulled out breathlessly to get some air, you moved slightly apart just enough to breathe but at no time did either of you remove your hands.
You breathed heavily but no one could hear it except him with the noise that was around, you raised your head to look at Bob and you observed that his cheeks but also the tip of his nose were red from to friction of your skins, which made you think again of the feeling of heat in the lower part of your body. You took the collar of his uniform and pulled him towards you to give him a simple kiss on his lips before whispering a sentence in his ear that Bob never thought he will heard one day.
“Please take me to yours and take off this horrible uniform.”
He swallowed hard and nodded quickly, you took your jacket that was on a chair and put it on before taking the blonde's hand back in yours, on the way to the door your eyes met Penny's who was smiling and shaking her head seeing you both. The pilot opens the door and the cool night air hits you suddenly which he notices, he steps closer to you and puts his arm around your shoulders to try to warm you up as much as possible.
“My car is right there.” He said pointing to his car.
Once in front of his car he opened the passenger door and you sat down thanking him, he walked around and quickly settled in his way before turning on the ignition and leaving the Hard Deck parking lot.
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The trip to his apartment seemed like an eternity to you both even though he assured you that he only lived a few minutes from the bar since he was close to the base, during the travel he had set his hand on your thigh which only increased the feeling of warmth and the burning desire. Now you were both in front of the door of his house, while Bob was looking for the right key, you were clinging to his arm leaving him many kisses in the neck which destabilized him enormously but once he found the right key he turned to you and kissed you passionately turning the key in the lock. Once the door opened, he took you by the arm and pulled you with him inside without ever separating your lips from his. He then pushed you against the still open door what closed it and the noise of the slammed made you jump, you were now stuck between the wood and the pilot's body.
“Sorry.” Bob muttered between kisses realizing he might have pushed you a little too hard.
You didn't answer him but deepened the kiss to make him understand that the only thing you were waiting for was him to show you where the bedroom was, his hands went behind you and he pressed your body against his. You took the opportunity to put your arms around his neck again before he started walking with you in the middle of the corridor, he dragged you with him into one of the first rooms of the hallway and closed the door this time with his foot. He continued to walk towards the bed and tried to put you gently on it, even if his gestures remained abrupt, you sank a little more into the mattress since Bob remained glued to you. So you pulled away from him and caught your breath, "Please." You asked him.
“What do you want ?” He asked in a whisper.
“You.”
With that he kissed you again before pulling away completely from you, you leaned back on your two elbows and watched him take off his shoes and then his uniform, you moved further into the bed without forgetting to take off your shoes and starting to take off the rest of your clothes. Once both in your underwear, the man sat with you on the bed and your make out session resumed just as soon. This time it wasn't just a feeling you were really hot and the burning desire in your stomach only grow more and more, it's as if the sun had entered the room. Your two bodies were so close to each other, it was as if you were one. You could almost feel every muscle every time he made a move, the only thing you opened up to was whimpering from the feel of his warm skin against yours. You put your right hand between your two hot bodies and caressed his abs which made him moan in turn, you were for the moment in control of the situation which you felt could escape at any moment. Bob reached his hands in front of your breast before planning a bit with the lace of your white bra, then he placed one of his cold hands behind your back and grabbed your bra clip to untie it, he quickly removed it and tossed it carelessly over his shoulder. He kissed your cheek before going down your neck and took his time to go through the entirety of your skin before going down even more, enough to get to your chest. As he was about to reach your breasts he stopped.
He looked up at you, “Can I ?”
You nodded quickly biting your bottom lip not really expecting that question but you thought that it was incredibly hot.
“‘kay.” He said simply in a whisper before finally taking off his glasses and reaching out to put them on the nightstand next to the bed.
He moved back in front of your chest and placed a simple and delicate kiss on the tip of your right breast which made you moan softly, a sweet melody that Bob wanted to hear again. So that's what he did, he kissed your breast harder and sucked your nipple while kneading the other with the help of his hand. You couldn't hold back, your whimpers were turned into moans much to the blond's delight. One of your hands worked its way through his hair before you dropped your head back, it felt so good.
He released your left breast from his hand and began to kiss it in turn, this time biting lightly on the tip of your nipple which made you moan again. The feeling was so good you couldn’t control your body and moans now, every sound coming from your mouth was controlled by the pilot. At the same time his hand, which was no longer occupied, slid along your skin and found the elastic of your panties. You felt two of his fingers go under the piece of fabric, unlike you his fingers were still icy against your hip as you were burning, the sensation of his hand so close to your core sending shivers down your spine.
He raises his head and you missed the feel of his lips on your chest already but he quickly replaced it with his lips on yours, Bob bit lightly on your bottom lip letting you know he wanted more. So you opened your mouth slowly and he took the opportunity to put his tongue through it, while you were trying to dominate during the kiss to take control of the situation again, you ended up admitting defeat and letting the male take control while the butterflies in your stomach were going to explode. As you felt your crotch getting wetter and wetter, you felt Bob's second hand reach the other side of your panties and pull it gently as if nothing had happened. Quickly you find yourself completely naked in front of him while he was still wearing his underwear then you felt something different deep inside you. Bob was laying kisses down your body starting with your cheek and then your neck but you were too deep in your thoughts at the time to really pay attention. You weren't used to being in a submissive position and yet Bob looked so shy at the bar but now he was confidant, so confidant. You felt small next to him, something you had never felt with anyone. Surprisingly you didn't mind, you were more surprised at your body's reaction to the blonde's actions. You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt heavy breathing on your pussy, you lifted your head from the pillows and looked at the pilot. You had been so preoccupied with your thoughts that you hadn't even felt him come down there.
“Can I ?” He asked once again with his big blue eyes on you waiting impatiently for you to answer him.
“Please stop asking me.” You answer with a needy and febrile voice.
He nodded and parted your legs slightly so he could put his head between them, he took your thighs in his hands and pulled you closer to him which made you laugh softly. He placed them on his shoulders and then placed a simple kiss on your clit which sent electricity through your whole body, you bit your lower lip not wanting to make too much noise but it was a failure when Bob started licking your pussy like a thirsty cat. You let the moans of pleasure that you couldn't contain any longer roll down your tongue. Once again your hands found their way into his curls as he continued to lick faster and harder, you buried the back of your head in the pillows. You had the impression that he had done this all his life, his nose was pressing down on your clitoris as he continued to lick up all of your juices.
“B-Bobby !” You moaned.
The blond let go of one of your thighs that was shaking without his grip and put his hand on your stomach so that his thumb could reach your clitoris and work on it. He pulled away from your crotch and moved his hand to where his head had been a moment ago, he let go of your clit and placed two of his fingers at your entrance. He got up and moved over to stand right next to you so he could see your face and kiss you, which he did before pushing his fingers inside you. Surprised you opened your mouth and grabbed his bicep which was right next to you, you looked him in the eye all the way and you could see an indelible smirk on his face.
“You’re so tight-” He whispered as he started moving inside of you.
“I- please.” You tried to form a sentence but it was impossible, what he was doing to you gave you too much pleasure to be able to say anything.
“Shh darling, let yourself go remember ?” He said as he repeat your own words from earlier at the Hard Deck.
Due to your inability to say anything, Bob took the opportunity to speed up the movements. His fingers were the perfect size, they went deep enough to find the spot that was going to make you cum. So deep in you that you were seeing stars right now, the sensation of burning in your stomach was definitely still there. He was able to hit the exact spot you wanted like as if he known your body by heart, your grip around his arm tightened and your legs were shaking so much you felt like you were going to explode at any moment. And while you felt it coming more and more Bob added his thumb again on your clit and play with it which made you cum hard on his fingers.
“Bobby !” You cried out in pleasure as your back arched.
The pilot leaned towards you pulling his fingers away and kissed you gently while you were still in a trance after what had just happened. He picked up a tissue that was on his nightstand right next to his glasses and quickly cleaned his fingers before giving you his full attention again. He leaned down and continued to kiss you, placing himself right on top of you, you put your arms around his neck to keep him as close to you as possible.
Out of breath you parted but he pressed his forehead to yours, “So…”
“It was intense.”
“Intense ?” He asked.
“Intense.”You confirm by closing your eyes a quick second before opening them again. “D-Do you want to continue or-”
“Like you want. I don't want to rush you.” He said honestly.
You kissed his lips before continuing, “Bobby I loved this moment but I think I'm too tired to continue anything.”You say shyly, afraid that he will react badly.
“No problem.” He said softly kissing your cheek before dropping on top of you making sure not to hurt you. He placed his head on the side of your neck and left a few kisses there, “Thank you for this moment.” He spoke again after a moment of silence.
“I should be the person to thank you, I didn't do anything.” You say, laughing softly before getting serious again. “Do you mind if I just take my panties back ?”
He rolled directly onto the mattress apologizing quickly, you assured him it was nothing and stood up to pick up your panties and your t-shirt. You put on the pieces of clothes and asked him where his bathroom was, he showed you the direction and you left the room. Once in the bathroom you quickly cleaned yourself with toilet paper then put it in the trash and fixed your hair by tying it in a bun, you looked at yourself in the mirror trying to realized what just happened. It wasn’t in your habits to do one night stand things but the moment was so good and you never thought you were going to say something like that but you felt a connection with the pilot. You didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow and you didn't want to think about it but you were sure it wasn't the last time you were going to hear about Robert Floyd You scratch your right shoulder as you start laughing at your reflection. “Oh my god.” You whispered.
When you returned to his room, Bob was lying on his back but he didn't turn around when you entered. You approached the bed cautiously and slipped in silently realizing that the man was asleep, you smiled at yourself and placed the covers correctly on both of your bodies. You approached him and put your arm around him to stay close before placing your head on his shoulder but as you closed your eyes you fell asleep immediately due to fatigue in the arms of one of the sexiest man you ever met.
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peachiestkeen · 2 years
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Masterlist!
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Author's Note: Please keep in mind this is the Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick specific Masterlist! if I ever write for any other universes they will get their own Master list!
Love Letters to No One
Part One: Lost Boys
Part Two: Three's a Party
Part Three: Crazy=Genius
Part Four: Winner Gets a Kiss
Part Five: Braddles
Part Six: A Broken Heart. Again.
Part Seven: Give ‘Em Hell
Part Eight: Dagger One
Bradley Bradshaw One Shots
Photos (B.B)
Baking Cookies (B.B)
Baby Bradshaw (B.B)
Take A Chance on Me (B.B)
I Love You (B.B)
Not What I Expected (B.B)
Little Yellow Onesie (B.B)
Puppy Love? (B.B)
Bob One Shots
Slow Burn (R.F)
Kiwi (R.F)
Swimsuit Model (R.F)
Home. (R.F)
A Quiet Place (R.F)
Hangman One Shots
Kinda Hot and Very Bothered (J.S)
Cake Batter (J.S)
When Will I See You Again (J.S)
Bagman (J.S)
Phoenix One Shots
Ashes to Ashes (N.T)
On the Rocks (N.T)
Strawberry Blond (N.T)
Lost (N.T)
Maverick One Shots
As the Caged Bird Sings (P.M)
Travelin' Soldier (P.M)
Pretty White Dress (P.M)
Pete Meets You (P.M)
3 a.m (P.M)
Hurt (P.M)
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Love Letters to No One (B.B)
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Pairings: Roster x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Maverick x Fem!Reader
Warning: swearing, mentions of death
Word Count: 1.1K
Author's Note: wow look at me knocking two out in one day. Also if you haven't read Part 1 I would highly recommend reading that first otherwise this might now make much sense!
Part Two: Three's a party
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No, absolutely not. Not here, not now. He doesn't get to do this to me.
Yet somehow there he was. The innocent boy I grew up with, the one who took me to prom and who held me while I cried over stupid boys.
The one whose letters never came.
The one who destroyed me before I even got to give it a fighting chance.
The one who never showed up for mom's funeral.
There he stood, his dad's old Hawaiian shirt hanging loosely off his body. Aviators sitting on his very well mature face.
"Are you actually a pilot?" Hangman turns to me curiosity flooding his expression.
"Yes she is and a good one at that." Bradley beamed. "Graduated top of her class at the Naval Academy and was the first woman to finish highest ranked in Top Gun. Hangman, she could kick your ass with her eyes closed." He chuckled as Hangman backed away. "It's good to see you, Lem." I looked past Hangman to see him and for the first time in a very long time, our eyes meet. His expression softens, "you look good."
The fire grew in my stomach, I don't care how good he looks right now.
"You left me," I say coldly.
"Jeez, some unrequited love I see." Hangman mocked, "What stupid thing did you do to break this one's heart Rooster?" Bradley looked at me, a flash of pain crossed his eyes. "I left."
I chuckle, "yes you left and you never came back, you weren't there for me when I graduated from the naval academy, you weren’t there when I went through Top Gun. And most importantly you weren't there when my mom died." The people around us grew silent, Jake's smile grew sinister as he turned to face Bradley. "Damn Rooster you screwed up big time." I turned to Hangman, "and the shitiest part was that he knew all of this was happening yet he decided not to come."
"Enough Lem," Bradley's tone airing caution. "We don't need to get into this here.
I laughed.
"No Bradley, we don't have to get into this ever."
I pushed past the two, trying to hide the sobs until I had at least hit the outside seating. I didn't need him to get the better of me. I have a job I have to complete here. I have a reputation I need to uphold. Stupid boys from the past hold no meaning to me now.
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You will never get used to the sound of a jet gearing up to take off. There's a special rumble that flows down to the tips of your fingers and the pace of your heart quickens and you find your brain to miraculously be absolutely silent.
"Breathe Lemon, follow the target, and do what you were trained to do." Dad's voice comes softly through the intercoms.
For some reason today my helmet feels tight and something feels wrong, what feels wrong?
"Lemon do you copy? We are going airborne." I turn to my father's plane nodding in understanding, yet I can't seem to shake the feeling that something is going to end up wrong.
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The sky is beautiful today, but I can't lose focus on my target. Flying solo poses danger on its own, but with the parameters of this mission, dangerous flying is the only flying we are gonna know.
Steady Lem. Watch Pheonix and Bob, protect Pheonix and Bob.
"Behind you Lemon, watch behind you, Maverick's behind you." I watch my back, with Bob having alerted me of my father's whereabouts in the sky.
"Boo." Dad's jet pulls up behind us and a chase ensues, "Pheonix bear left and then pull up, and don't let him catch you." They respond with a simple Roger and we go our separate ways.
While Pheonix bears to the left I take the chance to confuse dad by pulling straight, the G's begin to pull on my body as I ascend further into the sky, "Those are some very colorful actions Lieutenant, it's such a same you learned that from your old man." I chuckle, in about three seconds Maverick is gonna lose sight of me because he thinks like I think. Going after the more challenging opponent is gonna prove a point with the Admiral.
I think it makes life even easier when the Admiral is your godfather.
"See ya dad," flipping the plane was like second nature to me now, the photos I've got of dad upside in F-14s and he has identical 0nes of me in F-18s. Traditions only seemed fair and like father-like-daughter, we both do the stupidest things.
"Damnit kid you are better than I remember." Flying down behind dad my tracker levels with itself and,
"Bingo, dad you are dead."
Cheers from Pheonix and Bob echo through my headset.
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Back at base, the fellow pilots are surrounding the comms, anxiously awaiting the sign that Lieutenant Mitchell was really as good as Rooster says she is.
Patiently in the corner Rooster sits, twirling three different dog tags in his hand, listening silently, praying silently. He wants her to show them, he needs her to show them. He needs her to show him.
Not a day goes by that he doesn't regret leaving, not telling her where he was going.
Not being there when Charlie died.
That one he will always feel guilty for, because while he was there, he was actually there, he couldn't be there with her. So he stood in the back and he cried when he needed to and once everyone left he thanked her.
Because in some ways, after his dad died his mother was never totally the same, she was still his mom and she was there for all his life events, but in between those moments, when his mother wasn't really his mother. Charlie was always there.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Lieutenants Mitchell, Trace, and Floyd have successfully completed the exercise."
It was almost as if a blanket of Astonishment fell amongst the men, after a very long, hot day of doing push-ups on the tarmac, had she really been successful in 'killing' Mav?
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The landing was the easiest part of any exercise you ran because in the air life was in the hands of whoever the pilot believed to be in charge of the life.
But once you land you realize the craziest part of flying isn't the feelings, or the life hanging by a thread, it's the fact that no matter the problems on the ground they didn't matter. Because when you are thousands of feet in the air, problems on ground disappear.
He stood off, away from the rest as they stood on the tarmac, waiting for the victorious trio to exit their respective aircraft. Through the crowd, he saw her.
"Rooster, gear up, you're next." Dad is just trying to prove a point, but why is this bad feeling getting worse?
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honey-dew-woo · 2 years
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Hey can I get a request where reader and rooster are in a relationship and some guy assaulted her and rooster gets in a fight with him🥰
So I may or may not have gone a little bit overboard with this one, but I think you'll enjoy. It's set after the events of Top Gun Maverick. Enjoy! <3
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I Will Always Protect You
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Working at the hard deck came with its perks. Penny giving me free beer, seeing my fiancé and his friends, and the beach side. Unfortunately the downsides of working at the hard deck would be the occasional hot shot Top Gun cadets when they first come to town. The males all thought that they could disrespect women, either by hitting on them or just straight being assholes. Luckily most moved on from this phase, after buying a few hundreds worth of beer from a bell ring, but not all. 
Unfortunately, today was one of those days. "C'mon sweetheart, don't be that way. I'm sure you'd love me even more out of this uniform." The hot shot lieutenant spoke before me. I tensed, closing my eyes and taking a breath as I could hear Penny behind me moving about the bar. I slammed the beer glass in my hand down before the cocky male.
I stared the man-child straight in the eyes, placing my arms on the bar to steady myself for support. "Look, Lieutenant. I'm going to be perfectly clear here. You have two options, you can either close out your tab and promptly leave, or you can give me your card and I can go ring that bell and you buy everyone here a drink to make up for your shitty attitude." I spoke, not breaking eye contact.
A small flash of blond and green flickered out of the corner of my eyes as I noticed none other than Captain Jake Seresin slide onto the barstool next to him, facing the lieutenant with a grin on his face. "Lieutenant Morwood." He greeted, a cocky but warning smile on his face as he glanced at me, meeting my eyes and giving a curt nod before turning his eyes back to hot shot before him. "Don't tell me you're giving lovely Y/N here a hard time." He mused, eyebrows raised as he turned to look at me.
I smiled at Hangman, as my old friend gave me a wink in return. I had known Jake since he and Bradley had their first Top Gun class. The two were now the newest instructors at Top Gun after completing their practical death mission, nearly giving me a heart attack. But that was months ago. "Captain Bradshaw!" Jake called out, before the newest Lieutenant had the chance to respond. 
Rooster had just walked into the bar, before smiling and waving at Hangman. His aviators still on his face, his dorky Hawaiian button up laying nicely upon the white shirt that perfectly complemented his tan skin. "Captain Seresin." He nodded towards the blond, before taking in the situation before him.
The brunet had quickly rounded the bar, crossing his arms as he stood on the opposite side of the poor lieutenant. I would have felt bad for the kid, but given his relentless actions despite being told a very positive 'no.' multiple times- I don't. I moved my eyes from the aforementioned 'hot-shot', who could only stare at the floor. Offering a soft smile to my future husband, who couldn't help but smile back warmly before returning to his student, who hadn't noticed the interaction. "Is there a problem here, Morwood?" he spoke, his voice a tone of seriousness, as if warning the cadet to not overstep.
"No. Sir." He spoke, eyes still facing the ground as he pulled his credit card out of his wallet.
"Good." Hangman rang out, his smile remaining strong as he offered me a firm nod before patting the lieutenant on the back before walking away. Bradley hesitated, his angry gaze lingering on the back of the young lieutenant's head. It was at this time that I took to grab an all too familiar beer bottle and hand it to Bradley.
He had at least two packs of these at home, yet somehow always ordered it whenever he graced the Hard Deck. "Thank you, Y/N." He smiled at me, his harsh attitude from seconds before forgotten, as he took the cold beer from my hands. I could only wink at him, staring at the man lovingly as he walked to where Hangman resided near the darts.
I moved my barkeep's towel from my hand, slinging it over my shoulder as I slid Lieutenant Morwood's credit card back towards him. He looked up at me, confused. "It's your first offense kid. I'll show your bank account mercy. But don't let me catch you talking to any women including myself that way, ever again. Got it?" I spoke as the boy could only nod, before making his way out of the bar.
"God the nerve of that kid." I gasped to Penny, as she could only offer a smirk at me.
"In my opinion you went a little too nice on him." She mused, watching as the bar's doors closed behind him. 
I smiled at the older bartender before responding, "You just say that because his entire bank account would most likely pour into the cash register." I teased, as I placed another round of beers before an older gentleman.
"Hey!" She scolded lightly, hitting me with her own bar towel as I laughed and jumped away from her before going to make a rum and coke. "Would you mind closing tonight?" She asked, casually although I could tell she was practically begging me.
"Why, so you and Maverick can go sailing?" I asked, winking at the bartender before turning back to pour rum into the glass before me. "Yes, Pen. I'll close up the bar. You mind if Rooster stays with me? Don't wanna kick out the drunks alone." I suggested, before finishing the drink and handing it to another Top Gun cadet, who nodded his thanks as I turned back to Penny.
"Yeah. Of course. I'm probably gonna head out in ten, hell Rooster can even bartend with you if you get too busy." She spoke, looking at her watch. I smiled at the woman before me. I was happy that her and Maverick were able to rekindle.
"You can go now if you want. The crowds not too bad. I'll be alright." I suggested, as I rang out a tab. Smiling as I put the piece of paper and pen, alongside their credit card,  before them. I then turned back to find Penny rushing out of the door. I laughed to myself as I wiped my hands on my jeans, wiping any beer or condensation that was left on my hands.
After a few hours I sighed, taking a moment as I leaned myself over the bar. The night was slowing down, and I was thankful for the ease with it. The bar had about an hour before close, with only a handful or two of Top Gun Cadets, the occasional older regulars and a few younger couples having fun. I smiled as I scanned the crowd, noticing that Jake had gone home. 
My eyes flickered around the bar, only to find my fiancé attempting to one up his students in a game of pool. Unfortunately, however, the man was an absolute menace at pool. He was terrible. I observed as the man picked up the cue stick, and one of his female students approached him. I raised a brow, watching the scene before me, as the woman placed her hand on Bradley's arm, batting her eyelashes up at him.
"Uh- miss?" I heard another pilot ask, as I snapped out of it when I felt cold beer pour over the glass, soaking my hand. I was jolted back to reality, cutting the tap off before smiling at the pilot before me.
"Sorry about that!" I apologized, smiling as I handed him his beer. He thanked me, no doubt happy for the very full beer glass I handed him.
I glanced back over to Bradley, finding him distancing himself from the female pilot, flashing his hand on which a simple silver band was placed. He proposed to me, sure but I wasn't going to be the only one wearing an engagement ring. I smiled to myself, before hearing my watch alarm go off.
Wasting no time, I grabbed the microphone that was hooked up to our speaker system. I tapped the mic once and twice after turning it on, gaining the attention of our patrons. A few looked over at me, but all took notice of the music being interrupted. "Ladies and Gentleman, the Hard Deck closes in fifteen minutes. Please let this be a peaceful closing and get ready to head home. The bar will close in five minutes, so any last drinks- come get 'em." I smiled, as a few people groaned and others gave a semi-drunk 'wooh!'. 
I leaned against the polished wooden bartop as I cleaned out a glass. "I'll take another beer." A familiar voice rang out, a smile easily growing on my face as I looked up from the glass I was cleaning. 
I noticed the few students that were near him, they watched me intently, as if hiding behind him. I furrowed me brows, as I looked at the man in the hawaiian shirt. I walked the short distance to the opposite side of the bar, noticing that his shadows had moved to the side to view our conversation. I folded my arms on the bartop, leaning forward as I looked at him. "Is that so, Captain Bradshaw?" I purred, a smirk growing on my face as I noticed Bradley's face grow a slight pinkish shade.
His smirk remained evident, as my own grin could only grow more. "Then what can I get for you?" I mused, glancing down at his lips before up at his eyes.
"I'll take a Budweiser, and perhaps your number?" He spoke, a confident smile on his face, as he winked at me.
"My number?" I mused, pushing back off of the bar top as I went to grab his beer. 
My back turned to the man, I glanced over to his students who looked at him in shock. "Yes, Ma'am." He spoke as I leaned over to grab the beer. 
I turned around, beer in hand and I noticed I stood next to the bell. Luckily for both Bradley and I's bank account, it was only him and his handful of students. This was going to be one expensive prank. "Sorry Captain." I smirked as the color drained from his face. "You know the rules." 
"Wait Y/N- no-" I cut him off, my grin growing as he reached forward only for me to ring the bell. He fell back into his seat from where he leaned, groaning as his students cheered.
"Alright Lieutenants I'll get your beers to go if  you guys promise me you're not driving!" I spoke, pointing to the students who all nodded, smiling. I gave them their rounds and soon it was just Bradley and I left in the usually warm and vibrant bar.  
"Hey Roos, can you lock up the bar for me, I just need to carry these boxes out to the dumpster, and then I'll meet you at the car?" I offered, picking up some cardboard beer boxes after placing my keys on the bartop.
"Yes ma'am." He winked, before coming up to me and wrapping an arm around my waist, pressing a kiss to my temple. I smiled, managing to peck a kiss to his nose as I walked out the bar.
The warm air night hit me as I walked out of the bar, the only noise coming from a faint hum of lights and the crashing ocean waves not too far away. My brows furrowed as I noticed a car that was parked in the parking lot that wasn't Bradley's blue Ford Bronco. 
I smiled to myself, shrugging it off as someone who got too drunk and decided not to drive. The night was almost eerie, if it wasn't something I had done every day for closing I would have deemed it scary. I threw the cardboard boxes into the large recycling bin of the bar, before almost jumping at the sound of someone's voice.
"Y/N-" I turned to find Lieutenant Morwood, staggering with a beer bottle in hand. He interrupted my name with a drunken hiccup as he staggered closer to me. "L/N. You know- you-" He motioned towards me with my hand as I stepped backwards, my back hitting the recycling bin with a large 'thud'.
I was scared of the man before me, don't get me wrong I was in a fit shape but this man was a pilot. He could overpower me. I tensed against the recycling can as he came closer, grabbing my arm as my nose reeked with whatever beer he had found tonight. "You're a bitch." he spat, moving his hand up to hit me. I closed my eyes, bracing for impact and cowering into myself.
But it never came.
I opened my eyes to find Bradley, towering over the young and drunk Lieutenant, holding the younger man's hand with a death grip. This side of my husband relieved me, yet in any other circumstance I'd be scared out of my mind.
Lieutenant Morwood spun on his heels, going to curse at Bradley, causing the older man to let go of his wrist. Bradley wasted no time in delivering a swift punch to the lieutenant's jaw. Morwood stumbled over, barely catching himself as one hand clung to his jaw. He looked up at Bradley, who was panting and dared at him with an anger in his eyes that I had never seen.
Morwood scrambled off into the unfamiliar car in the lot- the driver peeling out as the Lieutenant managed to scurry into the passenger's seat. I heard myself sigh out a breath I didn't even know I was holding as I slid down the side of the recycling bin, my hands running through my hair. Bradley turned to me, kneeling before me as he held my crying figure in his arms.
"Shhh, you're okay." were the only words I could hear as I felt one of his arms around me, the other hand rubbing circles into my back. After what felt like ages, and was most likely two minutes, I felt myself began to stand up, only to be rushed into a hug by Bradley. His arms wrapped around my waist, resting above my hipline as he dug his head into my collarbone. "I'm sorry if I scared you-" I forced a wry laugh through the remaining tears that were sliding off my face, cutting him off. "You didn't scare me Bradley. You protected me. Thank you." I spoke softly, digging my own face into the crook of his neck. 
He moved his head upward, and I felt a kiss being pressed to the top of my head. I smiled as I breathed his hawaiian shirt in, before hearing his voice. "I will always protect you, Y/N. I love you." he spoke, and I swear I could hear the small grin form on his face.
Pulling back from the hug, I grinned up at the man before me, giving him a very light punch on his bicep as we walked to his blue Ford Bronco. He sat in the drivers seat, turning the key into the ignition as I sat in the passenger seat, closing my door.
"So. Pizza?" I asked, looking to my fiance in the seat beside me.
His warm eyes looked at me, a genuine smile forming on his face as he closed his eyes and raised his brows, taking in my request. "Pizza it is."
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*Playing pool at the Hard Deck* Phoenix: *looking at Hangman* That jerk makes me so mad, he’s so smug; I just wanna flip him off!
Bob: *not looking up from his shot* That’s not very Christ-like of you.
Phoenix: I’ll just give him a thumbs down instead.
Bob: Would it be done with the same intention as flipping him off?
Phoenix: Well, yeah of course—
Bob: *sighing* Then you might as well just be flipping him off.
Phoenix: You’re right, Bob.
Bob: Yes, thank you—
*he looks up to see Phoenix double flipping off Hangman*
Bob: *lunging for Phoenix* THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT—
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‘Surprise! - Part One
Synopsis: They don't know a lot about Bob, they make fun of him sure but he was apart of the team. Out of everyone on the team they hadn't expect Bob to be the one keeping secrets. Especially not an entire human being.  Single Parent Bob x Top Gun
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Robert ‘BOB’ Floyd wasn't a man of many words, he let people walk all over him. He stuck by his pilot’s side, tagging along on bar nights but he never stayed longer than one beer. He was always the designated driver if he stayed but never once did, he ever offer any information about his family. He knew Phenix has the only girl in a group of 6 boys. Hangman was an only child, along with Rooster. Payback had a sister and grew up with Fanboy and his two brothers. Coyote grew up with Hangman on his farm. 
Bob never mentioned anyone, they assumed he was an orphan. They didn't pry, it never stopped them from asking if they wanted to stay with them during home coming, he always denied it with a small smile. 
But on one particular home coming Bob seemed excited for once, he brushed off their offers. That was the day the image they had painted of little sheltered Bob was shattered.
They stepped off the ship hanging back instead of greeting their families watching Bob with a careful eye. That's when it happened. The Wizzo dropped his bag to the ground and crouched as a little girl ran and jumped into his arms, “Daddy!”.
An older couple came up to bob as he hugged the little girl, his grin never falling from his face, “Hello darling”. She had his brown flowing hair that stopped at her mid back, and she had his small timid smile and green eyes.
“Annabelle! What have I told you about running off?” the older woman scolded the child who attempted to hide her face in Bob’s neck as he stood.
The child mumbled and the woman huffed unimpressed, “Face me when you speak child”.
“Sorry Granma,” the child said sheepishly as he turned to look at the woman, bob stepped forward and hugged the older woman with his free arm shaking hands with the man. 
“Barbra, John. Thank you for watching her” Bob greeted them as he turned his attention back to the little girl in his arms a look of pure adoration on his face. 
Barbera looked at them with a small smile “Don't worry about it darling, you know you can call anytime. I'm glad your home safe” she took her husband’s hand who nodded at the distracted man and walked away.
Bob looked up from his daughter into Phenix’s expectant gaze he signed shifting the girl higher into his arms and ducking down to grab his bag as he shifted her onto his hip, “Come on Annie, let’s go meet a few of Daddy’s friends”.
“You have a kid?!” Hangman asked when they joined the rest of the group, Bob looked confused, “Of cause I do?”.
“When were you going to tell us?” Rooster asked still slightly shocked and slightly hurt, Bob looked at them slightly worried, “I did?”.
“When?” Phenix demanded, “I knew I’d been drunk but never drunk enough to forget my Wizzo has a kid!”
Bob huffed, “I don't drink and if I do it’s never more than one, I don't stay out late and I'm always back home before 9pm”. “And we were supposed to guess from that?” Payback asked, Bob, rolled his eyes with an easy smile. “I have a photo of her in my cockpit, I assumed one of you went snooping and found it when the questions of my family stopped” he shrugged, and Hangman looked like he was about to strangle the Wizzo if it wasn't for Coyote’s grip on his arm. “We thought you were an orphan!” Hangman hissed, “I am”.
Rooster blinked, “Then who were those people with you before?” he asked with a frown, “That was my wife’s parents” Bob gave a sad smile.
Coyote pulled Hangman away for a walk while the man started muttering, “a wife! Next thing he’ll tell us is he’s secretly the prime minister of France”.
“Your wife?” Phenix asked spectrally, “and where's she?”
“Where I left her I suppose” Bob shrugged, “and where was that?” Rooster countered sarcastically, “In a gave”.
Rooster stuttered and looked at the man wide-eyed “Shit Bob”, the man talked so causally about a dead wife. Holy shit, they knew nothing about this man. He shrugged with a smile “No harm done, it’s been a while, hasn't it honey” Bob turned his attention to Annabelle who had been laying on his chest just watching them from her perch, she sent Bob a beaming smile and nodded.
“So that means your...” Phoenix trailed off, “a single parent yeah” Bob rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“Daddy” a small timid voice interrupted, and he looked down at Annabelle's innocent look, “Can we get ice cream?”.
He smiled softly, “Of cause, we can darling”, Rooster clearly finding a way to escape the awkward situation cleared his throat, “I've got to get back to...yeah” he turned on his heel and fled into the crowd.
Phenix rolled her eyes at the man’s lack of tacks, “Bye Bob, goodbye honey” she smiled softly at them both before disappearing into the crowd looking for her own family.
“Well,” Bob said with a sigh picking up his pack and readjusting his daughter, “That certainly could have gone worse”. His daughter giggled, “Can I get chocolate?”.
He looked at her in pure love, “of cause, you can darling” he said softly.
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The Painter
Inspired in part by Cody Johnson's "The Painter" and also by real life events of how I met my boyfriend.
Bradley Bradshaw had a routine. 
Every morning, he ran. Without fail, 5:30 am, his alarm blared. He’d lace up his running shoes, and hit the asphalt. It cleared his head for the day. He’d have time for a quick cup of coffee, and then it was off to work on the weekdays. Friday nights were reserved for a little unwinding from the week. He’d crack open a couple beers and watch one of his favorite movies, or maybe try a new one if he was in the mood, though he rarely was. Saturday nights were reserved for the Hard Deck. If he wasn’t just a little social, he knew the bonds holding the squad tightly tethered together were bound to grow taut. And he couldn’t afford that, not when they could be responsible for his life up in the air, or he for theirs. 
And that’s not to say that Bradley wasn’t a social person. He just…valued his alone time. The time when his mind could simply be at ease. Which is what the whole of Sunday was for. Sleeping in, and taking life easy for the day. A day to do the laundry, and clean the house, and prepare his body and mind for the upcoming week. 
Yes, Bradley Bradshaw had a routine. A black and white routine. It seemed he lived his life that way. Black and white. Simple. Monotonous. Until one night at the Hard Deck, turned out to be the very opposite. 
The early evening started as normal. He pulled up to the Hard Deck in his bronco, waved a hello to Penny and Maverick, and motioned for her to bring their usual order to their usual table. By the time he’d arrived, Phoenix, Coyote, Payback, and Bob were already there, as usual. And moments after he’d sat down, Hangman was hot on his heels, entering the bar. As usual. And just as Penny set their usual order down, the chatter errupted. 
The evening slowly slipped away from them, and Rooster laughed as Hangman clapped his shoulder. The squadron was gathered around the table, debriefing from the week over a couple drinks. Spirits were high, and the bar was filled with the sounds of harmless chatter, some long forgotten country artist crooning from the jukebox barely audible over the noise. The sun had already disappeared below the ocean, and the first of the stars were beginning to twinkle in the inky sky outside. 
Hangman clapped Roosters shoulder, holding up two cigars and nodding his head towards the patio. Rooster nodded, wrapping a hand around his beer and rising from his seat to follow behind his fellow airman. They didn’t often smoke cigars, but it had been a couple of weeks, and it would be a nice way to unwind, standing outside in the salty sea air, the noise from the bar muffled. 
Rooster had hardly taken two steps towards the patio, when he froze. He could’ve blacked out right then and there. It was like his heart had completely stopped. And when it started again…it knew only her.  
And so began the first time Rooster had ever seen in color.
She was absolutely glowing. Almost as if there was a single spotlight, focused solely on her. Everyone else in the bar seemed to disappear, including the red-headed friend she was seated with. The chatter and the music seemed to stop almost instantly, the only noise he could hear was the blood pumping through his veins. 
She looked like a goddess, wearing a tight white v-neck crop top and flared jeans, her square-toe boots peeking out from beneath the hem. A dazed smile twitched across his face. Much in the same way his normal dress code was a hawaiian shirt, hers had always been boots. 
She was laughing, and tossed a lock of her gently curled sandy blonde hair over her shoulder, gracefully lifting the beer bottle to her lips and taking a long sip. Her blue eyes dazzled, shining like diamonds every time the light caught them. 
Rooster couldn’t believe his own luck. He hadn’t seen her in months, since he was the best man and she was a bridesmaid in a mutual friend’s wedding. Sure, he’d known her for a couple years, but she’d been seeing Jacob back then, another friend of his, and he’d been with Alicia, a girl she’d ironically become friends with. 
He’d always carried a torch for her, always wanted her. Ever since the moment he laid eyes on her at the bonfire they both had gone to with mutual friends two and a half years ago. She’d taught him to dance that night, and he’d never forgotten. But they’d both gone with other people.
The timing had never lined up for them, and he couldn’t bring himself to be rejected by her. He knew he didn't stand a chance when compared to her ex, who was still his friend, but Rooster knew he didn’t hold a candle to him. Sometimes though, on a Friday night, he’d pull out the photo he still had on his phone of her giving a thumbs up as she drunkenly climbed into the uber he’d ordered for her the night of the wedding. He’d promised the bride that night he’d get her best friend home safe. 
They’d talked for hours that night, outside on the patio at the reception. Their friends had all wondered where they’d gone off to, a few of them thinking it was weird that they’d been talking alone for so long. But instead, he'd brushed off how badly he wanted to tell her he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her, imagining it was their wedding, and they spoke of her feelings for Jacob, who’d also been in the wedding. And they spoke of Alicia, who Rooster himself had brought to that wedding, though neither couple was actually together. 
He’d failed to bring up his feelings. Both at the bonfire, and at the wedding, and a couple times in between. And he’d always regretted it.
But this time…this time he had nothing to lose, he’d realized. He was due to leave for the mission and after that, it was off to a new base. The odds of him coming back here were slim. Sure he’d most likely visit every now and then, but he knew he wouldn’t be living here. This would be his last chance, his only opportunity, to finally tell what he’d been keeping secret for so long. 
So, he steeled his resolve, and walked right up to where she sat, calling her name. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned, her lips curving into a smile when she saw him. “Oh my god, Rooster!” she beamed, her voice like a melody in his head. His heart pounded as she stumbled slightly, rising from her barstool. Knowing her, he guessed that had not been the first beer she’d consumed that night. She was tiny, but she could pound beer with the best of them. 
He could not wipe the grin from his face as she stood on tip toe to embrace him gently, her touch sending warmth throughout his whole body. A warmth he’d been craving to feel for two and a half years. 
“I don’t think I’ve seen you since the wedding,” she said, slowly letting go. “Yeah, that was the last time I saw you,” he nodded, “How have you been?”
“I’ve been alright. Work has become a pretty toxic environment, and some other stuff happened, so we’re out tonight to blow off some steam,” she replied, gesturing to her friend, who nodded. “I’m Bradley,” Rooster said, extending a hand to the red-head. “This is my roommate, Cara,” she introduced the two of them, struggling to be heard over the noise. “Do you want to go outside and talk?” Rooster leaned in. Both women nodded. 
“How have you been?” she asked, as her friend Cara fell behind, following the pair of them. “I’ve been good. I actually have orders, so I’ll be leaving soon,” Rooster confessed as he pulled the back door open for each of them. “Oh, wow, when do you come back?” she asked as the cool night air blew across their faces. “I’m not. After the mission, I’m heading to a new base,” Rooster answered, and the shock was evident on her face. He caught sight of Hangman, whose hands were up in a ‘dude, what took you so long’ sort of manner. Rooster flickered his eyes towards the two women, and Hangman smirked, motioning him over. 
“This is Hangman, Jake Seresin,” Rooster introduced as they reached the table. He pulled out a chair for her, and Hangman shook Cara’s hand as they sat. Thankfully, Hangman seemed to realize the gravity of the situation, seemingly reading his mind as he pulled the red-head into a separate conversation as Rooster sat down next to the blonde.
“So I gotta ask, what happened with you and Alicia?” she asked, sipping her beer with eyebrows raised. Rooster sighed, taking a sip of his own before he launched into the explanation. “Alicia thought I brought her to the wedding because I wanted to get back together. I don’t know what she told you that night while y’all were dancing together, but I brought her down because she wasn’t medically cleared to drive, and I knew how much she wanted to be there for the wedding, and I knew how much Chelsea wanted her to be there. What the bride wants, she gets, you know,” he explained, “But when I drove her back to Carlsbad, I was really thorough, and told her that it didn’t mean anything, and that I didn’t want to get back together. I actually have not spoken to her since.”
“Wow, I had no idea. When I talked to Chelsea about it, she didn’t really know the full story. Only that you guys weren’t back together for too long,” she replied. Rooster had no concept of time, and the night passed them by while they caught up. The sky had long since turned from an inky blue, to completely black. Rooster was too enraptured by her to even notice. Talking with her, hearing her laugh, simply being in her presence, was like watching his favorite movie for the first time. 
Over the span of those two and a half years, he’d spoken with her, laughed with her, but never like this. This felt like a type of magic he never dreamed he’d experience in his life. He wanted to know everything about her. Her hopes, her dreams, her ambitions, her fears, her baggage, he wanted it all. And he wanted her to want his. He wanted it so bad he could taste it.
Briefly looking over his shoulder, the interior of the bar had seemingly turned into a dance floor. And so, he rose, extending his hand to the goddess seated before him. “Wanna dance?” he asked, and she positively beamed, taking his hand and rising from the table, following after him into the bar. 
He must have impressed her this time, because she couldn’t keep the grin off her face. “Where did you learn to dance?” she asked above the music. 
“You,” he chuckled, bringing up the memory of the bonfire that seemed so long ago. Long ago when she was just an unattainable dream, and now she spun into his arms as she laughed. “Well, you’ve gotten a lot better since then,” she chuckled. 
He couldn’t deny the electricity that danced through his whole body, everywhere she touched him. And he hoped she felt it too. The crowd dancing around them had completely disappeared, and it felt as though they were the only two people occupying the bar, or the world even. He was so lost in the magic of it all, he almost didn’t hear when she said those six words. The six words that caused his heart to stop almost entirely.
“I really want to kiss you,” she said, her diamond-like eyes looking up shyly to meet his. “No one’s stopping you baby girl,” he whispered in reply, not trusting his own voice not to waver, as everything he’d dreamed about for two years finally came into his grasp. She grinned, and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet her halfway as she kissed him for the first time.
His eyes closed, and his blood turned to fire, hot and passionate as her warm velvet lips moved against his own. Bright, vivid colors imploded in his head. Fiery reds of passionate nights spent together, soft yellows of mornings spent with breakfast in bed, bold greens of picnics at the park, the dazzling blues of a day spent on the water, rich purples of nights spent cuddled up in bed. 
It was like the colors spoke of their future. This girl was it, the one. He knew, in that very moment. His black and white world, suddenly came to life. He was just a canvas, and she, the painter.
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Wipeout Part 6
Summary: After vowing she would never return, Mackenzie Black finds herself in the one place she never thought she would be—Fightertown USA. Spinning in the jet wash of the ghosts of her past, what happens when she catches the attention of two aviators in her cousin Bob’s special detachment? 
Pairings: Jake Seresin x Female OC, Bradley Bradshaw  x Female OC
Warnings: 18+ only!, Smut (eventually), swearing, parental death, drowning, mentions of suicide, mentions of medical conditions, probable typos and inaccuracies 
Shout out to @sylviebell for beta reading!
WC: 5800
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Maverick fell asleep leaning against the doorframe of Mackenzie’s room. It had been a while since he found himself in that exact position. The last time was when she got home from the hospital years ago and he was petrified to leave her alone. He was in the same headspace. The few hours she had been M.I.A. were absolute torture for him.
He felt like absolute shit that he hadn’t answered Mack’s call. Penny took him sailing after training and they lost reception the further out they got. They were so busy that they wouldn’t have even checked their phones anyway. It was the first time in a while that things seemed like they were being mended. He felt like he might have one more shot with Penny.
The sun was setting when they docked and that’s when their phones started going off. Mav was inconsolable as they pieced together the events of the night and realized Mack was missing. He felt partly responsible for telling her to be honest with Bradley. He wasn’t one to take unfavorable news well.
He called just about everyone, leaving Ice as his last resort. No one had seen her. He felt helpless. Every possible spot they could think of was a dead end. Penny had suggested they go regroup for a while at her house. She might come to them. 
He was putting on his jacket to go back out when Phoenix texted them. He didn’t relax until she was in his arms. He couldn’t. Mackenzie was his kid even if she actually wasn’t. He swore to himself he wouldn’t mess up with her like he did with Bradley, but he felt like he couldn’t do anything right. He still had to try. She needed someone.
It was the smell of coffee that pulled him out of his deep sleep. He groaned at the pain that shot through his back. The floor wasn’t as forgiving as he remembered. He felt something soft on his arms. He blinked away sleep to see a blanket. Penny must have brought it for him at some point. 
“Morning, old man,” the sweetest voice chimed in his ear.
Mack was looking down at him, a cup of coffee in her hands. A peace offering he supposed. She wore the guilty expression that he had grown to love over the years.
“What time is it?” he croaked. He took the cup from her hands, wasting no time to take a sip.
“Just after nine. I’m shocked your snoring didn’t wake you up.”
“You’re one to talk.” He laughed.
She fidgeted slightly. He knew she was going to ask him something. She always fidgeted when she was nervous.
“Are we talking down here or do you want to try to get up?”
He laughed. “I think I better stay down for now.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re going to regret that.” She plopped down across from him.
He shrugged, taking one more sip. “What the hell were you thinking, young lady?” His tone was as stern as he could muster with a throat dryer than the Sahara. “Disappearing and turning off your phone without a peep. Do you know how worried we all were?”
She shrunk back into the doorframe behind her. “I just…I needed space.” She deflated instantly.
“So you just vanished?” He spat. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but she really scared him. He spent the majority of the night creating scenarios of what could’ve happened to her. “I was minutes away from calling Ice and having him send out a search party or trying to call the cops. Where were you?”
“A spot dad took me to by the base,” she whispered. She was avoiding his gaze.
Maverick sat up straighter. Pain shot down his back. She was right about regretting staying on the floor.
“You were that close to them?” He couldn’t help but laugh. “How did you even get there? Please tell me you didn’t walk.”
“That’s classified information, Mav,” she chirped, looking away.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Warlock. It had to be Warlock. When she was a kid, anytime she got help from Solomon Bates they deemed it classified.
“He told me he hadn’t heard from you.” Mav sighed in disbelief.
He couldn’t believe the admiral lied to him, about this of all things. He raked a hand through his hair before he looked her over. She was picking at her nails, her lip seemed like it was gnawed to hell, and she was still fidgeting. He could talk to the admiral about his lie later. Right now, he needed to get to the bottom of what was eating away at his girl.
“Want to tell me what’s really going on, honey?”
She kept rubbing at a spot on her palm, refusing to meet his eye. Her foot started tapping against the hardwood, providing her a comfortable beat to start opening up. The soft noise faded into the background as she began explaining how much of a toll being back was really taking on her. How much Ice’s condition was actually affecting her. How scared she was about Bob never coming back. She even opened up about the stress the seizures were causing, both mentally and physically. How the scene at the carnival was the last straw pushing her into a dark pit of panic.
“Jesus, kid. Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He gasped.
“When?” she hissed. “You guys all have training. It seems like a shit mission so why stress you out? Penny’s got enough with the bar. Ice is dying and Sarah’s preoccupied.” She paused, her lip wobbling. “Ice is dying, Mav. What am I supposed to do?” He could see the tears in her eyes, threatening to spill with every passing second.
“Come here,” he said, opening his arms.
Mack wasted no time at all burying herself in his embrace. He felt his shirt dampen as her tears finally fell. He rubbed her back gently, placing a kiss on the top of her head. Her words made him think about the one thing he had been denying—Ice was dying. His best friend didn’t have much longer. What was he going to do? He bit his lip, trying his hardest to steady his own breathing.
“We’ll have each other,” he hoarsely promised.
He felt her nails digging into his skin as she clutched him harder. Her body shook with her sobs. He closed his eyes, fighting his own tears. He took in a deep breath, catching the scent of her berry shampoo.
“Have any plans today?” He asked after her tears slowed.
“No,” she whispered. “Maybe visiting Ice.”
“Think you could help me with something?” 
She pulled away to raise a suspicious brow. “Off the floor? Let me go get Bob.” She stuck her tongue out at him with a weak smile.
“That too.” He smirked. “It’s for work, I swear.”
She bit the inside if her cheek and looked at her feet. He chuckled, reading her like a book.
“You’re going to have to deal with them eventually.” He paused. “I missed a lot of calls from both Hangman and Rooster. They both seem pretty eager to talk to you.”
“I know,” she sighed. Her foot was tapping the floor again. “What exactly do you need help with? I should probably ask what it is before I say yes.”
Mav knew better than to push the issue of the two aviators. She’d get it all sorted out. She always did and she definitely would since she seemed to be very into Hangman. 
“Dogfight football. I need my best player.”
She groaned. Mackenzie unfortunately had the pleasure of being roped into her dad’s weird projects over the years. One of them being Dogfight football. Rampage came up with the idea and she was always roped into the game. Every Saturday from the time she was about fifteen to be exact.
“I need a team building exercise,” he conceded. There was no way he could fly a plane after sleeping on the floor. “It was the only thing I could think of last night. Please, Mackenzie?”
She sighed. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”
He shook his head no. “Ice is expecting a new highlight reel.”
“Fine,” she groaned. “One condition.” She paused, meeting his gaze. “I’m on your team and not Rooster’s.”
“Deal.” He sat his mug down. “Now, help me up.”
“Hey Mav,” she grunted as she yanked on his arms.
“Hmm?”
“You know I love you, right?”
He was on his feet. His back was killing him. He caught her as she began to tumble backwards, the momentum on him standing knocking her backwards.
“I know, kid. I love you too.” He pulled her into a tight hug. “Just don’t you ever fucking pull something like that again.”
She chuckled, hugging him tighter. Maverick closed his eyes soaking in the moment. His girl was safe and that was all he really cared about at that moment.
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Mack caught a ride in with Maverick. Penny had some inventory to do at the bar and Bob went to pick up Phoenix. She hated the biking outfit Mav made her wear. She looked absolutely ridiculous. Head to toe thick leather, boots, and an embarrassing helmet. He didn’t even wear riding gear.
She threw the helmet into the sand near the chair Penny brought out for her. She was doing him a favor, but he couldn’t budge and at least let her forgo the helmet? The overprotective jerk. She shrugged out of the jacket, feeling herself beginning to sweat. The warm sun did not mix well with leather. She was thankful she only had her bikini top on underneath.
“And I thought the shorts were bad.”
She turned to see Hangman staring her down. She paused, taking him in. She assumed he was jacked, most fighter pilots were in her experience, but she didn’t expect what she saw. He was like a male model. She could probably cut glass off of his chiseled abs. And he liked her? Staying mad at him was going to be so hard with him running around shirtless all day. She felt like her brain was shutting down and she would start drooling at any moment at the sight of him.
“Like what you see?” She raised a brow.
“Very much.” His voice was gruff.
He acted like she was some drop-dead gorgeous model. She kept in shape for sure—she kept up her dad’s workout routine long after he was gone, but she never thought she looked that good.
He inched closer and a wave of his cologne hit her nose. The scent alone had her resolve wavering. She fought her urges and simply placed a hand on his arm to steady herself. She wanted to be out of the riding boots more than anything at that moment.
“I’m really sorry about last night,” he said softly. “Can I make it up to you with dinner?”
“Depends,” she said flatly. She had both shoes off and was shimmying out of the pants. She had on booty shorts over her bikini bottoms.
“On what?” His voice was hoarse.
“How well you play today.”
She watched as he processed her words.
“Wait, you’re in on this exercise, aren’t you?”
She smirked as she turned to add the pants to the pile she had been forming. When she bent over, she got an affirming round of whistles from the aviators behind her. She felt herself blushing from the attention.
“Damn, Bob,” Yale said loudly. “Didn’t know your cousin was that hot.”
She knew that Bob was probably upset at the comment, but she didn’t think about what Hangman’s reaction would be. He pulled her close when she stood up. It felt like he was staking his claim. She was practically pressed against his chest. It left her no option but to rest her hands on his bulging biceps.
“Is that a tattoo, Miss Black?” He gently swiped a finger over her hip. His voice was so alluring.
“It is, Mr. Seresin,” she confirmed. She knew the very tip of her tattoo was showing. “Only a select few get to see it.”
“A select few?”
She bit her lip. “Yes. A handful of close friends and an even smaller circle of lovers.”
“Think I’ll ever see it?” He inched closer, the distance between them practically non-existent. 
“If you play your cards right.” She winked at him with a smirk. She hoped he would see it. 
“You are torturing me, you know that?” He whispered.
“Lieutenant,” Maverick called from behind them. She didn’t need to look at Mav to know he was growing aggravated with the PDA.
“Go join your team,” she added.
“They can wait.”
“He will kick your ass, Jake,” she warned.
“Too bad,” he shrugged. He pulled her in for a quick kiss. So much for staying mad at him.
“Keep it in your pants, Hangman,” Rooster called.
Mack felt her cheeks heat up as Jake turned to glare at their audience.
“Lieutenant,” Maverick barked.
“Go.” She chuckled in disbelief as he finally ran towards the others.
“Okay, aviators,” Maverick hissed. “Now that we’re all here, I have a surprise for you. Dogfight football.”
She watched as the group looked around at each other confused. Bob had a small smirk. He had played once before. He ended up with a bloody nose, which might have been her fault, but he still would be at an advantage today.
“As an added treat,” Mav continued, “Wipeout has agreed to join us and very reluctantly agreed take it easy on you all.”
Mack chuckled to herself as almost all the aviators stood a little taller at his added statement. She winked at the group before she started to stretch. She ignored him as he went over the rules. She had played enough with her dad and his friends to know the game inside and out, plus some. She knew for certain that the group wasn’t ready for all her tricks.
“I’ll be keeping an eye out for a clean game, miss,” Hondo whispered from behind her.
“Hondo!” She squealed.
“Hey, girl.” He smiled as she hugged him. “Was this his idea of a punishment for yesterday?”
“He called you?” She blanched.
“He called everyone.” He paused, looking up and down the beach before he continued. “Now listen,” he said softly, “Mav and I told Bob that every time he hits Hangman or Rooster in the back of the head with a football, we’ll each give him ten bucks. Think you can make that happen at least once each? I’d love to see that.”
“You just said you wanted a clean game,” she teased.
“Make it happen.” 
He winked before the teams started walking towards them. She continued to stretch before she waved at Penny who was sitting outside at the bar.
“Wipeout,” Mav said pulling her attention to the group.
Hangman draped an arm over her shoulder making her skin ignite. She wanted to revel in his touch, but Mav put a target on her back. She needed to focus.
“You’re going easy on us?” Hangman asked with a raised brow.
“You’ll see.” She slid out from under his grasp to talk to Mav.
“What do you want to start with, kid?”
“I’m probably too big to sit on your shoulders still, huh?” She teased. Mav’s eyes grew about two sizes. That was answer enough. “Should we start off with the Philly Flyer then?”
“Why not start big.” He was laughing in disbelief. “Not like my back is messed up today.”
“What is that, exactly?” Hangman chuckled.
“Jake, fake them out and just hand me the ball,” Mack instructed. “Yale, book it to the end zone. Everyone else cover us. Mav knows what to do.”
They all nodded except Hangman. The cute crease was etched into his brow meaning he was thinking about something.
“You’ll hurt yourself thinking that much, Hangman,” Payback joked.
“Are you guys done chit chatting?” Coyote called.
Mack and her team dispersed, lining up for the first play. She turned when she felt Hangman’s gaze on her. She smiled at him, prompting him to lower his sunglasses and wink at her. How could she stay mad at him? 
When Hondo blew the whistle, all hell broke loose. Mack winked at Jake as he faked his throw. No one noticed that Maverick was barely within the line of scrimmage. Everyone was too focused on the footballs.
As soon as Jake passed the ball back to her, Mack took off. Mav was crouched over like he was knocked down to his knees. Not suspicious given the chaos around them. He leaned forward with his back flat and his arms braced against the sand. It was just like they practiced years ago. Before any of the aviators could catch her, she gingerly jumped up, pushing off Maverick’s back. She propelled herself up over everyone’s heads and lobbed the ball at an open Yale. She saw him catch the throw before she crashed into a very confused Rooster. She grunted at the force of his toned body. That was going to hurt later for sure.
“Shit, sorry,” she said standing quickly helping him to his feet. 
She noticed the beginnings of a faint bruise on his jaw. Her eyes widened as she realized that Jake must’ve hit him after she left. Before either of them could say anything, Payback wrapped his arms around her, swinging her excitedly. The play was so quick that the touchdown was a surprise to everyone.
As they lined up for the next play, she had her sights set on Rooster. He was their QB. She wanted to teach him a little lesson for scaring the shit out of her. Hondo blew the whistle and she bolted. She threw her whole weight at him, sending them both to the sand. She smirked at his groan.
“Gotta be quicker than that,” she giggled. 
Mav was running over to the two of them. He had a hand stretched out and she took it. She saw Rooster roll his eyes in annoyance before storming away.
“Jesus, I didn’t think you actually paid attention to Warlock’s tactics.”
She shrugged rejoining their huddle. A brilliant idea hit her as Hangman focused his attention on her yet again. She tried to flag down Bob or Phoenix. Hangman was a sitting duck thanks to her shorts. She ran to Bob, like she was trying to block him, explaining her plan.
When they went to line up again, Mack bent over like she was stretching. She smiled at Hangman from between her legs.
“Darlin’, what are you doing?” His voice was hoarse, making her aware that the plan was working. She knew Bob would be throwing the ball anytime now.
“Stretching.” She giggled.
“Stop gawking at your girl,” Coyote hissed, pulling his attention.
She cringed as he turned to get smacked in the face with the football. A chorus of groans filled the air. Everyone had been watching intently. 
“Shit,” she muttered running to him. Goddamn Coyote.
“Are you alright?” She saw Mav and Hondo giving Bob a thumbs up in her periphery. She rolled her eyes.
“That was planned, wasn’t it?” He chuckled, clutching his nose. She felt so guilty.
“Hondo and Mav told Bob he’d get twenty bucks for each time he hit you or Rooster in the head.” She sighed. “He was aiming for the back, I promise. Let me see.”
Thankfully his nose wasn’t bleeding. He seemed alright, probably just a little pain and a blow to his ego. She felt awful seeing the pain in his eyes.
“Nothing a kiss couldn’t make better.” She leaned up and planted a gentle kiss on his nose. They were so close. She desperately wanted him to pull her closer and kiss her.
“What’s the verdict nurse?” Hondo called. She blushed at her own thoughts.
“He’ll live,” she announced.
A loud cheer erupted amongst the pilots. Mack looked up at Hangman. She swore he was blushing. Guess he didn’t like to be the center of attention after all. 
The game continued on. It took the opposing team a while to figure out that her tactics were mainly based on getting above everyone. Whether it was jumping off someone or actually being lifted, if she could get above the group, they’d manage a touchdown.
Once they figured it all out, Mack was heavily guarded. At the point in which it became a tied game, she was over dogfight football. All she wanted to do was to sit down and maybe bum a drink off Penny, but Hangman insisted she stay for one more play. She motioned for him to come over to her.
“I have a plan you won’t like,” she sighed.
“No?” She heard the amusement in his voice.
“Just tell everyone to keep playing and you just remember to keep it cool. Okay?”
He had a ridiculous grin on his face as he nodded. Mav was going to be so pissed at her for this.
As Hondo was about to blow the whistle, she took her spot next to Hangman and began adjusting her bikini straps. The whistle blew and she leaned forward continuing to adjust the top. Nothing too crazy, she just knew that her breasts filled the cups more when she leaned over. She heard Mav yelling something at Hondo and then her team roared with delight at such an easy touch down. She looked up to see the entirety of the opposing team aside from Phoenix and Bob watching her every move. Hangman had a mischievous grin on his face as he ran towards her. She stood up, receiving a round of boos. He hugged her from behind.
Hondo blew his whistle. “Unsportsmanlike conduct. You’re done for the day Wipeout,” he announced.
The aviators all booed his call.
“If that’s unsportsmanlike conduct, I really want to know what unnecessary roughness is,” Hangman whispered in her ear, earning him a giggle. “Maybe I’ll find out sometime?”
She felt every inch of her body starting to blush. Any anger she had towards him that morning was gone. It was replaced with longing.
Hondo cleared his throat. “Move it, Wipeout.”
Hangman planted a quick kiss her cheek before releasing her. As she started for her chair, he smacked her ass causing her to yelp. She was so caught up in him that she didn’t notice Coyote sneaking up on her. 
“I think you need to cool off,” he asserted as he threw her over his shoulder.
No. Not the water. She had done a fantastic job all day of avoiding the water. She hadn’t even had so much as a toe go in. She didn’t want to have another break down.
“Coyote, no,” she hissed.
“Think you’ll melt?” He was laughing.
“Please. Seriously put me down.”
She closed her eyes as he ran into the ocean. She started wiggling with everything she had to break free, but his grip was iron clad.
“Please,” she begged. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks.
Mav, Phoenix, Bob, and a very confused Hangman were rushing towards them.
“Put her down,” Maverick screamed.
“Okay,” he said letting her drop into the cool water.
She let out a sob, immediately choking on the salt water. Fuck.
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Phoenix watched in horror as Mack was thrown into the last place she wanted to be. Apparently, Coyote didn’t take the hint from her screams or the group that was rushing towards him that he shouldn’t toss her in. 
Bob wasted no time swimming out to her. Her heart broke when she saw that Mack was shaking when he walked her out. It was the first time she had been in the water since her dad died. Not a good reintroduction to the ocean in Phoenix’s opinion.
Penny and Maverick were waiting at the water’s edge for them. Penny had a towel in hand and Mav wore a concerned expression. Once she was wrapped up, Penny shooed her back seater away before leading the girl to the beach chairs. Maverick followed them like a hawk, taking the third chair that was sitting out.
Her gaze turned to Coyote. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Hangman was giving his friend hell. She doubted that Mackenzie opened up to him about this particular issue, but he still seemed pissed off that the aviator didn’t listen when she said no.
“What the fuck, Coyote?” Phoenix hissed before she ran to her friend.
She was livid. Mack said no and it wasn’t in a playful tone. It made her question a lot about Coyote, but that didn’t matter at the moment. She just wanted to make sure the poor girl was alright.
“Are you okay?” She asked, jogging up to the beach chair.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hangman walking towards them, but she subtly shook her head no, trying to keep him away.
“I think I’m done for the day,” Mack meekly said.
She looked up to see Bob lob the football at the back of the Coyote’s head. He earned a rewarding growl from the aviator and an equally rewarding thumbs up from both Maverick and Hondo. She suppressed her chuckle. Rooster tackled him hard while he was scowling at Bob—a sign that Rooster might try to make amends.
“Want me to stay with you?” She offered.
“Go build your team,” Mack said plainly. “I’m going to get a beer from the bar.”
She looked over at the scattered group before looking back once more. Mack seemed to share Bob’s nervous tick.
“Are you sure?” She pressed.
“I’m fine, I promise.” 
Phoenix didn’t like the fact that the girl was obviously lying, but she wasn’t about to argue with her. Instead, she ran back to the boys, joining in the madness that was occurring. They were in the middle of a play when she returned and to her surprise, Bob had the ball and was running for a touchdown. Fanboy tackled him at the last possible second.
“Is she okay?” Hangman asked lowly as they walked to line up.
“She’ll have to fill you in on that later.” 
“Natasha,” he begged.
It wasn’t her place to share anything that Mack had told her the night before.  But she hesitated when she saw the determination in his green eyes. Jake Seresin was never one to just drop something. 
“Just give her some time,” she offered reluctantly. “She’ll be alright. Just be there for her when she comes to you.”
Once she took her spot, they were lined up to start playing, but the whistle never came.
“Oh shit,” Hondo gasped. 
Every single aviator’s eyes followed his gaze. Mack was arguing with Admiral Simpson on the patio of the bar. Phoenix’s respect for the Admiral had all but dissolved after her late-night chat with the girl. She wanted nothing more than to walk over and deck the bastard, but she really didn’t want to get fired this week.
While Phoenix tried to find the courage to move, Mack shocked them all. The group stood in silence as they watched her slap the Admiral across the face. Hard. The sound of her hand connecting with his cheek carried, overpowering the gentle crash of the waves. Phoenix heard several whispered reactions, ranging from puzzled to impressed. She was proud of her friend. She looked up to see Hangman’s confused expression. The man was clueless.
Mack disappeared into the bar, leaving the admiral on the patio, rubbing his cheek. Phoenix could see the outline of her hand once he removed his own. Mack really got him good. He looked up at the group who tried their best to continue the game to make it seem like they weren’t eavesdropping. Poor Bob was the only one that didn’t care if he was caught. He started to run after his cousin but was stopped by Penny.
“Just give her some time lieutenant.”
Bob hesitated, stealing one last glance at the bar. He slowly rejoined the game, just as Cyclone stormed over to where Maverick was sitting. All the shouting and cheering that had filled the air five minutes prior dissolved. Half of them were watching the scene unfolding and the other half were blindly running the balls, not wanting to miss what would come next. Hondo wasn’t even paying attention. He missed calling three penalties from how invested he was in eavesdropping.
“What is this, Captain?” Cyclone growled at Maverick.
“Team building, sir,” Maverick sassed. Phoenix smirked at the tone he used.
“Are you sure you’re not trying to play daddy to Goose’s son and Rampage’s daughter?”
Several heads popped up at the mention of Mackenzie’s father. Phoenix felt anger bubbling in her gut. That bastard. Mack didn’t want to tell anyone, especially not on her own terms. Maverick jumped up, getting in the admiral’s face.
“Maybe if you didn’t cause her more pain then I wouldn’t have to step in for her,” he growled.
A loud crash from the Hard Deck caught her attention. Not wasting another second, Phoenix ran to see if her friend was alright. Hangman was hot on her tail, Rooster not far behind.
What she saw she wasn’t prepared for. Mack must’ve dropped her glass as she began to have a seizure. She was convulsing in the broken shards of glass, a pool of blood spreading from beneath her. Her eyes weren’t open. Phoenix tensed at the sight. Hangman ran to her side, crouching down, completely helpless.
“Bob! Penny!” Rooster shouted from the doorway.
It wasn’t necessary seeing that the two were already right behind them. The rest of the group, including Cyclone, peered in through the doors.
“Oh my god, Penny gasped.
“Call 911,” Bob cried. When nobody moved, he repeated himself, practically screaming. He crouched down next to her, gently turning her on her side.
“M, it’s going to be okay,” Bob promised. Phoenix didn’t know if he was talking to his cousin or himself.
As Bob slipped off his shirt to put it under her head, Phoenix looked around the room. Cyclone was standing in the doorway horror twisted in his face. Served him right, the dickhead. Mav was starting to file everyone out of the bar. Penny was frantically talking to someone on the phone. 
“Penny,” Bob called out. “What are these scars?” His voice cracked, breaking any illusion of calmness he had. He must’ve been looking over his cousin for injuries.
“I…it’s not…” the bartender fumbled.
“Everyone that’s not Penny, Bob, or Maverick needs to go now,” Phoenix barked. She knew what was coming next and she had a feeling Mack wouldn’t want the whole crew knowing about her past, not from someone else anyway. Rooster hadn’t moved and Hangman lingered behind Bob.
“Penny please,” Bob cried. His voice was raw, something that Phoenix hadn’t heard from him before. “When did she do it? Was I home?”
“Go. Now,” Phoenix hissed at the two pilots. She practically had to drag Hangman to the door. 
“Mav and I found her in a pool of blood,” Penny frantically explained behind her. “She had just moved in with me. She didn’t want you to know.”
Phoenix turned around in time to see Bob hitting a barstool. The crash sounded like a bomb in the heavy silence of the room. She was shocked to see Mav, who magically reappeared, pull her back seater into a hug as he started to breakdown. She joined Penny on the ground next to Mack.
“Penny?” Mack groaned after what felt like an eternity. “Where am I?” Her body stopped moving as the seizure came to an end. 
“You’re at the bar, baby,” the woman explained. 
Bob and Mav rushed over, dropping to their knees. Phoenix couldn’t help but notice the tears still rolling down her co-pilot’s cheeks. Mav even seemed to be teary eyed.
“Oh,” she sounded deflated. “I didn’t think I was working tonight. What day is it?”
“It’s Friday,” Phoenix said meekly. She was very freaked out by the sudden memory loss. She had done a little research after Bob shared his cousin’s diagnosis and she recalled reading about postictal confusion, but seeing it was jarring.
“Oh.” She seemed upset by that fact. “Did we start the game?” She tried to get up, but Mav stopped her.
“Hey, stay down, honey,” he instructed. “You landed on some glass.”
Phoenix watched as she took in her surroundings, gasping at the pool of blood. “It was a bad one, wasn’t it?” she paled.
“Do you remember slapping Cyclone?” Bob sniffled.
“I hit him?” Her eyes went wide. “God, I wish I remembered that.”
“Should’ve kneed his groin,” Mav added. Penny slapped his shoulder.
“Bobert, I think I’m going to puke,” she said quickly.
Like a well-oiled machine, Mav helped her sit up, Penny grabbed a trash can, and Bob held it in front of her. Mav delicately rubbed her back, ignoring the blood that was covering his hand. All three of them encouraged her to just let it out.
Phoenix felt like she was intruding on a family moment. She wasn’t really helping, but she also didn’t want to go too far if she was needed. She was torn in her next steps until she heard the faint sound of sirens.
“I’m going to get the paramedics,” she said quickly before leaving the group.
She wasn’t surprised to find two pilots waiting on the patio. Hangman was pacing while Rooster seemed to be memorizing the lines of his hands.
“How is she?” Rooster quietly asked. 
“The seizure stopped,” she whispered. Her voice was surprisingly unsteady. She realized how the scene had impacted her. She cleared her throat trying to gain composure. “She’s probably going to need stitches judging by how much blood is on Penny’s floor.”
“Can I go in?” Hangman asked with urgency. He was moving for the door.
Phoenix put a hand up to stop him. “She doesn’t even remember what day it is. You’d just confuse her more.”
Hangman stopped in his tracks. “She doesn’t remember what day it is?” Pain and shock dripped from every word.
“Nope.” She popped the p. “She was about to puke her guts out right as I left.”
The ambulance was finally pulling up, filling the uneasy silence that had fallen over the three of them.
“Was this because Coyote threw her in the water?” Rooster finally spoke.
Phoenix shook her head. “She’s got a lot going on.”
The paramedics were running towards them. She gave one final glance at the two distraught men before her. She let out a sigh knowing that neither would leave until they saw Mack. She shook her head as she flagged down the paramedics.
“She’s alert,” Phoenix explained leading the two newcomers into the bar, making sure to close the door behind her. Her fellow aviators needed to stay out for a while.
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Part 7
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shyshva · 2 years
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“hey i love you” jake hangman seresin x female reader
from author: hey guys its my first writing here, i don't think there's any tw here, its some fluff with my fav boy (gif isnt mine!!) love you all 🫶🏻
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You really fall in love with this blonde cocky pilot you met some day at Penny’s bar.
It was a sunny day, the bar was quiet and you were studying some notes you had taken from your last lecture.
Suddenly you heard laughter, this laughter sounded like sunshine and pure happiness, just comfort. Your eyes met his and they were the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. They were green and when he laughed you could see those little sparks of joy. That was your new favorite view.
And from that day you were falling in love with this guy, he was charming, intelligent and cocky, but you adore his confidence.
He always came first to you just to say hello.
He was always the first to tell a joke just to see your smile.
He was always the first to help you with some heavy stuff to carry because wanted to talk to you.
He was always the first to help you study, he was patient when you couldn't remember the name of some poet for the fifth time.
In the blink of an eye, you became best friends. His friends loved you from the very beginning, you made the legendary Hangman charming. Although he profoundly assured that this was not true.
The way he looked at you and you looked at him made people smile, love was in the air. Within a few months you have become a couple.
And he still remembers the day he met you in Penny's bar on that sunny day, he told you, when he met your eyes, he knew.
He knew he had met his future wife.
And he was soo right, because in a year you became his wife, his reason for coming home, the mom of his children.
And the love of his life.
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top gun (1986) dir. tony scott
top gun: maverick (2022) dir. joseph kosinski
bit of a moodboard because i've been missing these crews so much recently ! ( and it's been a hot minute since i've made new tgm content oops )
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thisisanewlowes · 6 months
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what songs have you like this ??
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idkwhylou · 1 year
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Untouchable pt.2
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Summary : The morning after your night with Bob you left as quickly as possible being too afraid of these new feelings felt with him the evening before but after a very sunny day and some football games your problems disappeared pretty quickly.
Bob Floyd x militarybrat!reader/f!reader
Words : 7K +
A/N : THEY’RE SO CUTE.
part.1 here :)
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As the sun had just risen Bob's alarm echoed in his room, he reached out his arm to stop the noise before letting out a grunt of displeasure wanting to sleep longer. He rubbed his eyes gently before straightening up without any problems, he turned his head and noticed that you weren't there anymore which made him frown. He grabbed his glasses that were still on the bedside table and quickly put them on as he got up from his bed and rushed out of the room trying not to stumble despite the darkness. He took the time to put on some boxer shorts and headed straight for the kitchen hoping to see you even if deep down he suspected where you were now, rather this morning he felt the mattress move but thought you were going just in the bathroom, Bob was so tired he didn't notice you left and never came back.
He pouted when he realized that his thought was correct and that you had already left, he looked for a moment for a post-it or anything else that you could have left him but there was absolutely nothing. So he went to the bathroom to get ready and take a shower without waiting any longer not wanting to risk being late, when he came back to his room he opened the curtains and his gaze fell on your bra watch still on the ground. He picked it up by taking it by the ramp and put it on his bed telling himself that he would put it away later, he dressed quickly and left his house to reach his car and go directly to the base. As the jazz radio blared in his car the only thing he could focus on was not the road but you.
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Bob had indeed arrived late for work but only a few minutes and no one had noticed his absence, it was the first time that being quiet could be useful he thought. But when Maverick finished his speech Natasha walked quickly towards him.
“Where were you this morning ?” Phoenix asked approaching the blond before leaving the room to go on the tarmac.
Maybe someone noticed after all.
“Oh uhm… I was just l-late.” Said the pilot unsure of himself.
The young woman narrowed her eyes and tried once again to ask him why he was late, but when he answered her again the same thing she did not try to push further, telling herself that he would tell her about it later and that it was not the time. She knew very well that the pilot never arrived late, he would even arrived early most of the time. Deep down she suspected that there was something else and that he wasn't just overslept. She looked at him as he walked away from her in direction of their plane.
“So ?” Asked a voice behind her.
She looked one last time at Bob then turned her head to look at rooster behind her, “He said nothing.”
The man with the moustache sighed and placed himself next to the dark haired woman, their eyes both resting on the young pilot chatting with the others, “That doesn’t smell good.”
“I know.” Sighed the woman at the statement of her friend, “We should have done something when it was still possible, now it’s-”
“-chaotic.” Bradley cut off Natasha knowing exactly where she was going.
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The morning had been hell for Phoenix and Bob. They had failed all the exercises and because of the WSO, Natasha got out of the f18 quickly and waited for the blond to get out so she could discuss with him.
“What happened ?” She asked slightly angrily.
Bob came down the last rung and put his feet on the floor taking off his helmet, “I don't know-”
“You do not know ? First this morning you arrive late and now you don't even know how to tell me what to do ?”
“I don't know Phoenix, I'm sorry I don't know what got into me-”
“No you know very well you just don't want to tell me and there's no problem Bob, you don't want to talk well don't tell me anything but then try to do thing correctly.” Say the pilot by cutting him off again before moving away from him to join Rooster who was a little further and who was waiting patiently.
Bob lowered his head and sighed, he had been mediocre. Phoenix was right, because of him they failed Maverick's exercises when it was supposed to be child's play. He was disappointed with him but the worst part was that Phoenix was disappointed too. The blond put on his glasses which had slipped on the end of his nose then set off for the locker room to drop off his belongings and take a good shower to come to his senses. He entered the room and realized that no one was there and he was going to be alone to be able to put his thoughts in order. The pilot undressed, entered the showers and turned on the tap to let the hot water run over his body, he faced the wall and placed both hands on it, lowering his head.
The truth was that he couldn't get you out of his mind all morning just like in the car a few hours ago. Bob was not used to doing one night stands, it’s been such a long time since he had been intimate with someone. He doesn't even know why he kissed you yesterday at the bar, a feeling deep inside him burned when he looked at you, there was this constant attraction which he couldn't resist. All evening he had been watching you from the corner where he was sitting, Fanboy had repeated to him several times to take a step towards you, assuring him that you were also glancing at him but he had not listened to him. So when you talked to him at the bar he couldn't resist offering you a drink, the little voice in his head begging him to do so. That same voice also told him to join you on the floor and almost ordered him to kiss you.
In no way did he regret what happened between you yesterday, he loved it. But Bob would have preferred to take more time with you, you were so beautiful and you seemed so nice. Your voice was so soft, the blond was sad to think he might never hear it again. He would have preferred to just have a drink with you and then invite you to a date, but the idea that maybe you wouldn't have accepted scared him too much so he preferred to ruin everything by taking you to his house. What he liked the most was when you called him Bobby, no one had ever called him that and you did it spontaneously without thinking. Your voice was still ringing in his ears even though it had been so long since you left each other. He had nothing to contact you again ; no number, no address, nothing. Maybe unlike him you didn't want to see him anymore and maybe yesterday evening was more than enough for you and that was probably why you didn’t left your number. Maybe you called him Bobby out of the blue but still Bob couldn't stop thinking about you. How would things have gone if you had gone further yesterday ? He even thought at one point that if you hadn't gone further it was because he sucked in bed. He tried to imagine what it would be like to really make love to you even if yesterday he was already quite close. He wondered where he could take you on a date, what books you liked or what style of music you listened to.
Bob was completely lost. He didn't know you and yet you had been haunting his thoughts since you left, he couldn't focus on anything else which was problematic. The worst part is that he knew that even if you wanted something with him it would be almost impossible because you were a military brat, that's also one of the reasons why he didn't dare to speak to you at Hard Deck. Yet he loved the way you made him feel, this dominance you naturally had with him was perfect, even if he was tired of blushing every time you looked at him deep down he loved the effect you could have on him. The blond turned off the water and stopped overthinking, he got dressed quickly then put some gel in his hair before putting his glasses back on and heading towards the cafeteria with his lunch in hand. When he entered the large room he looked around for his friends and found them pretty quickly, the cafeteria was packed like every Tuesday actually. The pilot silently sat down at the table and began to eat his sandwich while his friends continued their discussion, next to him was Rooster and on the other side Phoenix. As he stared at Hangman without really paying attention to what he was saying, the two pilots next to him exchanged a look.
“Are you okay Bob ?” Bradley asked, nudging him.
The pilot lifted his head and nodded quickly as his gaze was soon disturbed by something else or rather someone, he quickly swallowed what was still in his mouth and put his things together as the two pilots were still staring at him. “Sorry, I have to go.” He said quickly as he got up and left the cafeteria almost running.
As Bradley watched Bob walk out of the room, Natasha looked where the pilot was looking a moment ago and her gaze fell into someone who let her know why he had reacted the way he did, she shook her head understanding that it was too late now and there was already a problem.
“What's going on with Baby on Board ?” Hangman asked, leaning back in his chair before crossing his arms.
Natasha nodded to where Bob was looking before he rushed off, so all the pilots looked back and quickly realized what the agitation was about. From where they were you could see Maverick having lunch with his daughter, no one had thought to ask the blond how the rest of the evening had gone for him and the girl.
“Do you think she broke his heart ?” Asked Payback worried about his friend.
“No.” Answered simply Rooster knowing well the girl.
“I think that actually it’s quite the opposite.” Said Phoenix still looking at the girl before glancing at the tall pilote in front of her.
“No way ! Baby on board got laid ?!” Exclaimed Hangman.
“Shut up bagman.” Said Fanboy defending his friend.
The conversation resumed while Natasha still had her gaze on you, she hesitated to come and talk to you but quickly changed her mind. First you were with your dad so it was not really the perfect moment to ask you if you had sex with her back seater and of course Bob was old enough to handle his own love affairs.
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A few days later Bob still had no news from you, he ended up spitting it out to Natasha and explaining to her what had happened after she rushed him to explain what happened since that mysterious night, he of course didn't forget to specify how you haunted his thoughts day and night. Despite this the pilot was too shy to ask her or Bradley about you, he had heard from the brunet that you had organized a movie night with your father and him but rooster had quickly moved on when he realized that the blonde was there. The man with glasses thought that you really didn't want him for what had hurt him, but Phoenix had explained your situation to him, whether it was your way of life or the stupid rule your father had always imposed on you. On one hand it had reassured Bob in one way or another but he still felt this emptiness in him since you had left his side but he had never tell the woman about that.
He had kept your bra as if you were going to ring his doorbell one day to pick it up, he couldn't throw it away and thought it was useless but he didn't have the strength to give it back to Natasha so that she could give it to you again. With this underwear you were somehow always there, many times the pilot realized that it was very strange to keep it on but did not prefer to think more than that. This garment was a way of telling him that he had indeed spent the evening with you, that he had already had the opportunity to taste your sweet lips or just you in general. Nat had insisted that the situation had nothing to do with him and that the problem was indeed with you but that he could not do anything about it.
The last time the pilots went together to the Hard Deck he spent the evening looking at the bar or the front door hoping to see you there with your blouson but you never came which made him realize once again that it was really finished and that there would never be anything between you two again, as if there had already been something. That same night the same music you had been dancing together echoed through the bar, Bob thought back to the moment and smiled stupidly as he felt a sense of joy inside him but once the music was over he was empty again, he had therefore decided to leave and return home quickly to avoid breaking down in front of everyone.
This afternoon he had to go to the beach for a practice which surprised him, earlier in the morning a fight had exploded between Hangman and Rooster which had freed the pilots but Maverick quickly recovered them and indicated that the afternoon training would be done especially at the beach behind the hard deck. He had not specified anything more, the pilot had suspected that it was not necessary to come in complete outfit so he had opted for simple beach shorts with a t-shirt thinking that would do the job very well. Once there at training time, he quickly joined his teammates who were already there, all wondering what was going to happen and no one had yet by Maverick.
“Reflex !” Cried out a raspy voice cutting off the pilots in their exchange.
Everyone turned around and Hangman caught the ball the older man had thrown at him, the pilot with a big smile on his face set down a folding beach chair on the hot sand before walking over to the pilots and explained them what the purpose of this training was. Once the explanations were finished the teams formed quickly and Bob ended up in Bradley's team with Natasha, the exercise was simple ; a game of football. To recognize the different teams Hangman had insisted that his had to take off their t-shirts and Rooster's keep them, the arrangement was to the delight of the blond with the smirk but quickly all the players ended up shirtless except for Bob who had decided to keep it.
After already a game they could see a female figure coming down the steps at the back of the bar and heading towards the field, the one with the glasses thought first of Penny but as the person who was walking in their direction was getting closer to them the more he realized who it really was. When the woman placed a cooler filled with cold drink on the ground next to Mav, Bob swallowed his saliva with difficulty and turned around not wanting to look at her or meet her gaze feeling ashamed when he had done nothing. You bent down to open the lid and show your father what you had brought at Penny's request before you straightened up and your gaze fell directly on the only person with his back to you, you looked at him for a second before looking away completely feeling the shame growing inside you.
In the last few days the only thing you were thinking about was the shy pilot who turned his back on you, you felt bad for having left him without any news but you preferred to act like this. The night you got home with him you felt a very strange feeling that you had never felt before, so you decided to stop things quickly to prevent you from losing control of the situation. Despite the fact that the evening ended earlier than it should have, you still had this unbearable feeling. You were ashamed to have acted as you had done with him, he deserved an explanation but you had reacted with such impulsiveness and without any reflections that it was too late to tell him something. And the last thing you expected today was to see him at the beach with your dad, the thought of him being there didn't even cross your mind because after the way you acted with him the last thing you wanted was to meet him somewhere and even less with your father near.
The morning after your father had heard you come home and came to see you in your room, despite your efforts you had not managed to be discreet enough. As he was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest you avoided eye contact and acted like you were looking for something, that's the same moment you realized you were out of your bra which made you stop in your movements. You had turned to your father and let yourself break down in front of him, while the tears had ran down your cheeks Pete had hastened to take you in his arms to comfort you. His warm, comforting hand had gently caressed your back before leaving a kiss on your temple.
“Shhh everything is going to be alright, sweetie I'm here don't worry I'm not going anywhere.” He had said as he had tightened his embrace. After a while you had calmed down but your father had never let you go, he had whispered tender words to you to calm you down which worked. “Who should I kill ?” He had asked adding a slight touch of humor even though in reality the only thing he wanted was to hurt the person who had made you like this.
You had pulled away from him and had wiped your wet cheeks, “Nobody. It's nothing don't worry-”
“It's nothing ?” He had asked cutting you off.
“Thank you for comforting me dad but I assure you it's nothing serious-”
“Nothing serious ? Please explain to me Y/N, I can't do as if nothing happened when you come home on this state.” He had said in a soft worried voice.
An uncomfortable silence had settled before you took a deep breath, you had looked your father in the eyes once more and you could read that the only thing he wanted was an explanation from you. So you took a deep breath before you started talking, “Okay but first you have to promise me you won't get upset.”
Pete had nodded quickly to encourage you to continue even though currently you had worried him even more, “Like I told you it's nothing serious but...Tonight- I mean-”
“Hey, sweetie breath.” He had said putting one of his hands on your cheek to comfort you, the only person who had seen you in such a state was your father. You had never gave people the opportunity to see you in such a state like the one you were.
“I was at the Hard Deck,” you began, your father had sighed even if you hadn't said anything yet, he suspected very well what was next. “I met someone and we spent the evening together. But the problem is… I- Well, I don't know how to explain it. I had this unbearable feeling inside me, I had never felt the same with someone. I was so helpless but in control at the same time, everything was getting mixed up and nothing was clear. I panicked and came home when the only thing I wanted to do was stay with him.”
Your father had taken you back in his arms before answering you, “Like a desire ?” He had tried to guess the feeling you were talking about to try to move things forward so he could sort it out.
“Yes that's it ! A burning desire but there was so much more, I was so afraid that I couldn't control anything anymore so I preferred to stop everything.”
“I see.” He had said, stroking your hair as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “Was he a pilot ?” He had asked you while facing you again.
You bit your bottom lip and nodded shyly, “You promised you weren't going to get upset.” You had quickly remembered him. He had sighed again, shook his head and let out a laugh which made you smile softly, you went back to bed but failed on falling asleep. Later your father had sent you a message proposing that you come to the base to have lunch with him.
Back on the beach you cut yourself off from your thoughts as Natasha who was taking a break and refereeing one of the two games saw you from afar and stopped what she was doing to jog towards you, she saw out of the corner of her eye Bob trying to hide even if he didn't really blend into the landscape with his yellow t-shirt.
“Hey, what are you doing here ?” She asked placing her hands on her hips standing in front of you blocking your view.
Your gaze slid from Bob to her, your facial expression light up and you offered her a smile before answering. “Oh dad proposed me to pass by.”
Phoenix nodded but before she had time to add anything the girl in front of her excused herself and walked back to the bar behind quickly, the woman sighed and turned her head towards the pilot still at the same place. He turned around trying to be discreet even if it was completely missed, his gaze fell directly on Natasha alone in the same place where you were a moment ago, he frowned and looked straight ahead not understanding where you were. He watched you attentively when you were already on the steps at the back of the bar, he sighed in turn and lowered his head before joining his teammate who was a few meters from him. The sun was aggressive in the back of Bob's neck as he headed towards the dark haired woman, he could feel his skin heating up. Once in front of her he bent down to take the sunscreen that was in his bag, he had already applied some before but thought it was better to put on some more.
“Don't worry, everything will be fine.” Phoenix began as the pilot applied the cream to his face, he put cream back in the palm of his hand and then put some on his arms. “I´m sure she'll still be at the Hard Deck later, you'll find an excuse to go talk to her !”
The pilot sighed again and watched out of the corner of his eye as Mav got up from his chair to join the other pilots for the next game, once far enough away from them he spoke up and looked straight into the eyes of the woman in front of him hoping that she will finally understand. “I can't. She clearly doesn't want me and neither does her father.”
Phoenix dropped her head back letting out a sound of displeasure from her mouth before putting her hands on her back seater's shoulders and shaking him lightly, “Come on Bob ! Are you blind ? She was completely frustrated to see you here, of course she wants you otherwise she wouldn't have left so quickly.” She explained as the WSO looked down and played whit his fingers not knowing what to do or say. “I don't know what's going on in her pretty little head and honestly I'd rather not know,” she continued with a laugh. “But what is certain is that she likes you.”
He jerked his head up and his eyes widened in amazement at what his friend had just told him, “No, I don't think so-”
“Bob. I know her, she's not the style to go home with a simple stranger-”
“Yet she did.” He interrupted her, taking a step away from her.
“Are you going to stop cutting me off and let me finish ?” She exclaimed slightly annoyed by his stupid behavior, the blond nodded and muttered a sorry before letting the brunette continue. “I don't know how exactly she feels about you but what's for sure is that she appreciates you enough for coming home when you're a mere stranger, and honestly that's worth a conversation.”
“You think ?”
"I am sure of it. And for Maverick,” when he heard his superior's name Bob felt shivers run down his spine but not in a good way like he felt with you the last time. “He won't do anything to you. You are a good person Bob.” Her friend assured him with a big smile on her face one last time before giving him a light pat on the shoulder, she then walked to the field leaving Bob alone with sunscreen badly spread on his face.
Just as you were about to open the back door to get inside again, Penny threw the door open. You quickly pulled away to avoid getting hit and the woman quickly excused herself realising she could have hurt you, you laughed softly reassuring her that it was nothing she then offered to sit together on the wooden table behind you. You turn back to where the brunette was pointing and realized that you were in the perfect angle to observe the pilots playing, you hesitated for a moment but ended up accepting telling yourself that it was a shame not to take advantage of the current weather, but deep inside you you knew that it was better to go home right now before things go wrong. You reassured yourself by seeing from afar that the blond was playing again, you tell yourself that he was not going to notice your presence since he would be too focused on the game. The two of you settled down and began to discuss about anything and everything, without any astonishment the discussion was now centered on your return to Miramar near your father.
“If you wanted to settle outside is it because dad is playing or am I wrong ?” You asked Penny with a smirk before resting your chin on the palm of your hand which was leaning on the wood of the table. She looked at you with wide eyes before laughing nervously and reassuring you that it was only for the sun that she had settled there, you gave her a look that made her understand that you did not believe a single word that came out from her mouth.
“And why did you come back so quickly ? Could it be because of a pilot with glasses ?” She asked quickly trying to change the subject and get herself out of the sticky situation she'd gotten herself into by simply sitting down at her table. You lifted your head and straightened up coughing not expecting this question, you ran a hand through your hair thinking about what to answer but the brunette was faster. “Oh sorry sweetie, that was inappropriate-”
“No, there are no worries Pen.” You reassured her quickly by cutting her off before she felt guilty. “It's just that it's-” You started turning your head to watch the pilot running as fast as he could before jumping slightly to catch the ball, once in hand he lifted it in the airs showing it to everyone around him before scoring a point for her team.
“-Complicated ?” Penny suggested to you looking attentively at your face. You turned your head for a moment to look at her before nodding realizing how much she and your father were alike, they had the same way of comforting you which made you smile softly before looking back at the pilots, now the blond was on rooster's shoulders and you could watch everyone cheering him on, even Hangman was happy with his teammate's victory.
You sighed realising how fucked up you were.
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“Three beers for me Penny !” Rooster asked as you sat next to him at the bar, he turned his head and smiled sweetly at you before putting his hand on your back. “We haven't seen each other in a long time, where have you been ?”
“Bradley we saw each other four days ago-”
“Four days is definitely too long for me, you just got home and I already feel like you left. I need my daily dose from my little sister.” He said putting his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, even if he used to act this way you could feel in his attitude that his action had a completely different purpose. It's like he was trying to comfort you in a certain way. You looked up at him but before you could say anything the older woman brought him his beers, he took them and before turning around he offered you to come with him and the other pilots and without really thinking you accepted.
While most of them were busy playing pool you sat with Rooster on the side, he handed two of the beers he had in his hands to Fanboy and Payback who thanked him before the taller of them resumed his conversation with the blond with glasses in front of him. As you were chatting with Bradley, Mickey couldn't help but look at you, he was surprised that you came after what happened with Bob even though it was still unknown to him what really happened between the two of you but it had been a few days since his friend was completely offline and totally different. He had understood the day in the refectory that indeed something had happened with you but he never wanted to ask thinking that if the pilot wanted to confide he would have come by himself and there was no point in rushing him. When the brunet turned again and gave his attention to the discussion between his friends he could see his blond friend's facial expression out of the corner of his eye, he looked at him and gave him a comforting smile before laughing softly at a joke that Payback had just done.
Bob couldn't take his eyes off you even though deep down the only thing he wanted to do was bury himself six feet underground to avoid meeting your gentle gaze, the feeling of emptiness in him was completely gone and like the warmth the sun that had just been on his neck it descended into his chest. But while his eyes had never left you all evening you turned your head felt observed but you quickly regretted having moved when you came across a pair of eyes as blue, once again the feeling of guilt returned to you. But when you saw that the pilot wasn't looking away and the only thing he could do was blush slightly you gave him a smile as warm as the feeling in his abdomen. He lowered his head before raising it quickly and taking it upon himself to smile back at you, even though on the outside you might look normal, inside you were exploding with joy when you noticed that the pilot didn't hate you not even just a bit. You bit your lower lip already regretting what you were about to do, you nodded your head towards the back door making him understand that you wanted him to follow you outside the bar, he nodded discreetly making you understand that he was going to follow you.
“I'll be here in a minute.” You quickly say to the brunet next to you who was too focused on the game of pool in front of him to notice your eye contact with the pilot before turning on your heels and heading out as fast as you could.
You opened the door and it was only once outside that you realized how hot it was inside, you didn't know if it was just from the people in the bar or from the feeling in your abdomen caused by the man. Once again this feeling of submission returned but you were not trying to fight it and decided to let yourself be carried away by your emotions to see where it will take you at the end of the night, you walked towards the railing and leaned over to lean on it with your forearms. As you watched the magnificent sunset that nature gave you at the start of the evening, the cool wind from the sea slid through your hair like waves on the sand still warm from the day. While you were in your thoughts you didn't even feel the blond's warm and large hand resting on your lower back, as if this place had always been made for him. It was only when he settled into the same position as you that you noticed him, you straightened up and faced him while he kept one of his arms leaning against the wood so that you were also facing you.
Positioned in this way you were taller than him since he was always curled up on himself but you felt so small next to him, at that moment you greatly regretted your choice to have asked him to accompany you outside. You felt the butterflies in your stomach getting more and more excited when nothing had happened yet, you put a piece of hair behind your ear before clearing your throat and decided to speak first. You quickly looked at your feet before straightening your head just as quickly and gathering your courage, “Hi…” You said stupidly, practically in a whisper.
“Hi…” He said, straightening up.
You took the time to observe him attentively as if it had been years since you had seen him when in reality it had only been a few days and yet the only thing you wanted at the moment was to take him in your arms to be able to feel his touch, his skin, his lips against you. His glasses weren't put on his nose correctly, you knew very well that in a moment he was surely going to put them back on correctly while you were talking. His hair wasn't full of gel like last time but it was curling slightly from the salt water he'd swam in with the others earlier that day, you quickly noticed he wasn't wearing his awful uniform but a t-shirt that hugged his bicep perfectly, the same bicep you had clutched at when you felt the orgasm coming- you shook your head to cut yourself off from your own thoughts.
“I'm sorry...” You resumed after a moment.
He frowned and tilted his head not understanding why you were sorry when in his version of the story he was the culprit, “Why ?” He asked without really thinking.
“I am sorry to have left without giving you news, it was not very nice of me. Usually that's what people do, right ? They sleep together and never speak to each other again in their lives, but I-” You started apologizing before stopping to choose your words carefully, not wanting to say anything you’ll regret it. “I couldn't do that. I was scared, that night I felt something new that scared me, something that no one has ever made me feel before and to be honest it’s usually me who make people fell that way. I would have preferred to message you to explain rather than ignore you, but that was the easier option.”
Bob looked at you with wide eyes expecting anything but this from you, he didn't even think that the possibility of you liking him was actually possible. Lost with your confession he did not know how to react, he opened his mouth before closing it quickly not knowing what to say and not wanting to rush you.
“Sorry, I shouldn't have told you that.” You excuse yourself one more time just like him a few days ago then continue with a dry laugh. “You must take me for a someone crazy who liked you as soon as she met you-”
“You-you like me ?” He interrupted you shyly by taking your arm to keep you close to him as you were about to go back inside.
Your gaze first fell on his large hand resting on your bicep before sliding it down his muscular arm to finish on his sweet face, “Yes. That's kind of why I've spent the last few days ignoring you, like today at the beach.” You explained as the confusion on the blond's face grew bigger and bigger.
He let go of you but you did not move away from him, you even took the opportunity to take a step forward to get closer to him. You could feel his breathing on your face while as you predicted, he put his glasses back on before locking his gaze on you and only you. The light and repeated sound of the waves regularly hitting the sand mixed with the resonances of the music of the 80s coming from the bar behind you was the only source of sound around you as the light of the sunset made you see his face more tanned than he really was, you put your hand in the crook of his neck looking at his lips while he never let go of your eyes. He gently leaned towards you gently resting his forehead on yours and closed his eyes to engrave this magical moment in his memory, your two bodies were once again in contact like an uncontrollable fusion mixing with the feeling of burning desire in you.
“I’m scared.” You confessed, breaking the comfortable silence in which you were.
“We can take our time. You know I-I regret having rushed to this point, I would have preferred to take it s-slow and take my time with you but I was so afraid of losing everything and never knowing this intense feeling that I preferred ruining everything.” He reassured you by pulling away from you just enough to look you straight in the eye again.
You smiled at him tenderly before taking him in your arms, your head naturally settled in his neck and you couldn't help but inhale his scent which was still so familiar to you. You were fighting the urge to kiss him but you knew very well that the risk was to lose everything when you had decided to try properly, you took him by the hand and pulled him with you inside as the hints of orange and pink in the sky faded. Once inside the eyes of all the pilots were on you but you ignored them and walked towards the bar his hand still in yours, you settled down and ordered your drinks before starting to discuss to make further knowledge. Despite the fact that you were attentive to what Bob was telling you, you could see Natasha and Bradley watching the two of you intently with indelible smiles on their faces.
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A few hours later and you were still at the bar when there was hardly anyone left, the night had completely fallen and the warm colors had given way to the coldness of the dark blue sky filled with luminous stars. You had spent the rest of the evening sitting at the bar and chatting under Penny's sharp gaze as she continued to serve you your drinks. In the meantime the other pilots had left without forgetting to pass by you to say goodbye as if it was necessary, but despite everything it made you laugh to see how the blond's friends tried to be polite and trying to harvest informations without spoiling your moment. Bob had pulled your stool closer to his in one move which made you melt in place but you didn't show it even though you knew he had noticed. You had spent the evening discussing your respective lives and even after a while you had dared to discuss your possible future relationship, the pilot was very attentive and understanding what had touched your heart.
Now you were still at the bar sipping the last drops of your drinks, your knees touching innocently despite your thoughts that were far from innocent. “We should go.” The pilot announced looking at the older woman behind the bar washing her last glasses, even if you weren't the last ones it was better this way. You nodded and stood up at the same time which made you extremely close even though it wasn't meant to be.
Bob paid the woman what he owed even if you insisted on paying your drinks but like the last time you failed as you let him payed, he thanked her for her service before indicating that you could start walking towards the exit, he placed his hand in the small of your back gently not wanting to rush you. “Goodnight Penny !” You cried before crossing the threshold of the door.
“Good night love birds !” She answered teasing you with a big smile while wiping a glass which made you roll your eyes as the blond laughed softly.
Once the two of you were outside you felt the cold of the night that had set in for good, you wrapped your arms around you to keep warm and looked at the boy next to you not knowing what to do. “This evening was really-really great.”
“Yes indeed.” You replied simply with a huge smirk on your face when you saw how nervous he was.
“Can I kiss you ?” He asked in a whisper.
You laughed and lowered your head shaking it gently, seeing your reaction the blond quickly apologized by talking too much, thinking that he had done wrong to say aloud what he was thinking quietly. “I'm s-so sorry, I really didn’t want to r-rush you but it's just that the timing- I mean I thought that the-the timing was perfect-”
“It’s not a problem for me, it's more one for my father.” You say, laughing before raising your head and falling on a pale Bob at the mere mention of your father.
“I- uhm…” He tried to form a sentence.
“I'm kidding ! I'm just messing with you.” You said which quickly reassured me, you could even see his shoulders relax. “You don't have to worried about my dad and as for the kiss I think after what we've already done you don't even have to ask me.” You said tilting your head looking at him with desire in your eyes.
“I just wanted to make sure I wasn't rushing you.”
“And I thank you for that. But in the future don't worry about that.”
He nodded and wasted no more time capturing your lips under the starry California sky.
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swirlysmile · 2 years
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sooo i have this prompt if you like it: hangman x reader, she's a pilot too but jake finds out she forgot how to ride a bicycle (not like it just happened to me heheheh🥴), you can decide how it goes from there
honestly such a mood. i grew up in utah, hills galore so learning to ride a bike was so hard 🥲 thanks for the request, anon!
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warnings; small mention of a wound
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“You’re kidding me,” He says. His eyebrows are furrowed, tone dead serious. It would be a little bit threatening if it wasn’t coming from Hangman of all people. 
You’d insulted him, bruised his ego, far too many times to be intimidated by anything he does. 
“I wish I was,” You groan into the palm of your hands. You’re sitting with Hangman in the corner of the bar, and that beer you’re nursing looks far more appetizing than the conversation placed in front of you. 
“I didn’t even know that was possible.” He snickers, almost as if he’s ridiculing you. 
“Yeah, neither did I.” 
“How’d you even find out?” 
You wince, taking another long sip of your beer. Then, you stand to show him the gnarly scab forming on your mid thigh. 
“Fell.” 
He can’t hold back the hearty laugh that erupts from his throat, and any other time you would have been at least a little proud to make him laugh. 
“Don’t laugh, it’s embarrassing.”
“Exactly.” 
You sigh and take your seat again, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s still laughing at you, the pretentious dickhead. 
“If only I could have been there.” 
“You can ask Rooster. He’s got all of the inside details. It’s too upsetting for me to talk about,” You say, wiping fake tears. He laughs again, and it’s definitely an attractive sound. 
“I could teach you?” He asks, almost a little nervous. It sure snaps you out of your stupor. 
“You say that as if I don’t know how.”
“Yes, because someone who knows how to ride a bike falls in two seconds.” He’s taking another sip of beer and you’re tempted to get up and leave the Hard Deck.
“More like one and a half.” 
Somehow, he convinces you though. You’re sitting on a bike, sweaty hands gripping the handlebars. Both of your feet are on the ground because, fuck that. You’re not toppling over again. 
Your breathing is a little heavy, and Hangman is trying to “coax you out into the light,” as he’d say. Really though, he’s just torturing you.
“Remind me why I promised to let you do this?”
“I paid for all your beer. Now get going, sweetheart.” He grins, giving you a gentle nudge. You’re lucky that you are rooted to the driveway, or you would have fallen again.
“Are you trying to kill me!?” You shout, accusatory tone in tow. He’s shrugging it off, as if to say maybe I am. 
“I’ll be right there to catch you if you fall, darling.” 
“Yeah, because that’s so reassuring Hangman.” 
He knows you’re using his callsign as an insult, but honestly he couldn’t care less. He was just hoping to see an entertaining crash, make some flirty remark, and then have you go on your way. 
He finally manages to persuade you to go. His driveway is on a bit of a slant, so you're going downhill. 
He can’t help himself from laughing when you fall, but he “caught” you. You’re thinking that this is the most reliable Hangman has ever been. 
“That’s it, I’m a lost cause. I’ll never ride again.” 
“Try again, you’ll get it soon, gorgeous.” 
You scoff because, wow. He is laying it on thick, but also because he has too much faith in a girl who forgot how to ride a bike. 
You tell him as much, and he laughs, again. 
Then he has the bright idea of moving to the street. It’s a little bit flatter, probably easier to start on. 
“I’m right here. Good luck.” he calls.
He gives you, or the bike moreso, a little push the second you lift your feet to the pedals, and you’re praying you won’t fall down. 
You’re sure that if you could, without fear of being run over by any passing cars, you’d have your eyes closed. 
Then, in a split second, he’s running up to you to celebrate.
“You did it, you actually did it!” He says, helping you off the bike in a more graceful way. You can’t help but give him a hug.
“We should probably get out of the middle of the road.” You mumble into his shoulder.
“Yeah, probably.” but instead of going to move to the driveway, he moves to give you a kiss. 
“Good job, sunshine.” 
the devil works fast but swirly works faster 😉
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randoauthor · 2 years
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Love Letters to no one (B.B)
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Pairings: Rooster x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Maverick x Fem!Reader
Warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of death
Word count: 1.1k words
Author’s Note: Hey! This idea has come to me here and there over time and I realized how much it plays on my life! I hope y’all enjoy!
Part One: Lost Boys
Part two is out!
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He was four. He was a four-year-old boy and he had just lost his father. Hell, I wasn’t even around yet. It took my parents four more years to make a mistake and then BAM! there I was. Bradley loved most things in life. He loved his mother and looked at her like she had hung the moon and stars. He loved my dad, relying on him to be his uncle and best friend. He loved his dad, a man I never met but gosh, when you look into Bradley’s eyes you see him. You see Goose in the way he moves and talks and acts.
I think that is why dad was adamant about staying in his life. I think part of him thought that by keeping Bradley around he’d have Goose with him too. Honestly, I think he kept that thought process when Carole died too. Only by then, he had messed up so bad that Bradley wouldn’t talk to him anymore.
By the time Bradley was twelve my dad and I had already received word that his mom was sick. Of course, being eight you don’t really understand the concept of sick, and it would be only six years after Carole’s passing that my mom would pass too.
Bradley and I were inseparable, we did everything together. From my dad making us breakfast in the morning to his mom doing my hair before his senior prom. Our family dynamic worked for us though it may have appeared weird on the outside, inside it was perfect.
I don’t really know what went wrong between them. They were perfect until three days after Carole’s funeral.
“I can’t believe you” Bradley spat, fire in his eyes.
“Bradley please you wouldn’t understand” Dad took a step closer to the boy, he was shaking but I didn’t know if it was from anger or tears.
“This was my one wish, the one thing that made me closer to my dad!” He seemed upset but there wasn’t much prying I could do sitting on the bottom step of our staircase, peering in through the doorway. I wasn’t sure if they knew I was there.
“No it’s not Bradley, you are closer to your dad than you realize.” Dad’s posture seemed to soften as he placed a hand on Bradley’s shoulder. “You are so much like your dad already.” Bradley moved away from him, his stance defensive as he glanced over my dad’s shoulder at me.
“I can’t have this conversation here, not with Lemon here.” I smile, Bradley gave me the nickname Lemon when I was five, the sandy-haired eight-year-old told me I was like a lemon because I was sweet sometimes and I was sour sometimes. I don’t remember the last time someone called me by my actual name after that day. Dad gave me a sympathetic look as he shut the doors to his office.
After that Bradley left. I wasn’t sure where he was going because he didn’t make it into the naval academy as he had originally planned, but after that day he was just. 
Gone.
His letters started to come weekly and by month one I have accumulated around ten letters from him, just talking about anything he wanted to talk about. How he missed me, he’d tell me he was safe but regardless of how many times I would as he would never give me an exact location.
By year two of Bradley leaving the letters stopped coming as frequently, maybe once or twice a month.
By year four I was lucky to enjoy getting one at all, his contact had become nonexistent, birthday cards never came, and letters were few and far between. The box I had remained relatively empty. He had gone from being my best friend to a stranger in a matter of four years. The pictures stayed like a time capsule, our last happy moments together hung up on my wall like a museum.
He didn’t show up to my mom's funeral. He knew it was happening. I sent him a letter, I told him that she had asked for him before she died. He didn’t seem to care though, if he had cared he would have shown up.
It’s been years at this point. I’m 34 now, and California is treating me well. I ended up at the naval academy right out of college, and then graduated top of my class at TOPGUN. I am one of the best female pilots there is. I take my last name seriously and while my father could have pulled some strings to get to where I am today, I can proudly state that I did this all on my own.
Lieutenant (y/n) “Lemon” Mitchell at your service.
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“Lemon your father is causing trouble again.” Sighing I began moving from my group of friends across the bar to my father, I notice he was keeping a conversation with a beautiful woman. Just as I was to approach I watched as she rang the bell.
“Sorry Maverick, but rules are rules.” My father chucked as the bar erupted into cheers and applause. “I guess this round is on me.” My father smiled before turning his gaze to me. “Penny, this is my daughter (y/n).” I smile softly, “everyone calls me Lemon.” Penny nodded in understanding before the bar began to flood with patrons all throwing random drinks on my dad's tab.
I stood off to the side and chuckled as his tab kept rising. Not noticing a man walking towards me.
“You’re new around here aren’t you? I think I’d remember a pretty little thing like yourself.” I glance up. A brown-haired book smirks down at me, an all-knowing gleam in his eye. “I’m Jake, callsign hangman if you are into that kind of stuff.”
Realizing now that I didn’t look like a navy aviator in my civilians I decided to play along.
“Woah, so that makes you like a pilot right?” I pretended to sound interested. His smile grows wider as he continues to talk my ear off about the job that we share, unaware of my status.
“I just realized gorgeous I never actually got your name.” Hangman grew quiet at the sudden realization. Letting out a soft laugh I go to share my identity.
Before I get the chance I’m stopped by a familiar voice.
“That would be Lieutenant Mitchell, callsign Lemon.”
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