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!
I have been a little MIA these past couple of days/weeks. With that being said I have two huge announcements. The first one is that I am working on a possible Discord server! That way all of us can meet new people and share ideas and stuff like that, when I started this I knew building a little community was a direction I wanted this to go. Hopefully, we will be getting that up and running in the next couple of months so keep an eye out for that.
And the second announcement...
Drumroll, please...
I am writing a book!
Unfiltered Love will be out hopefully in the fall of '23. This book takes you through every heartbreak I have ever experienced, a way for me to finally come clean about everything I have had to hide from people. A method for the truth to get out there for the first time in my life. My identity will still remain hidden for my safety and for the protection of my family, but I have a feeling most who read it will know that I am either talking about them or someone they know.
I thank all of you for being patient as I try to juggle all these things and as we get closer to finishing up these two projects, I promise I will try and post daily, but it will probably go day by day.
I love you all and I am very excited for you to see what is to come!
I NEED possessive best friend iceman who thinks no one is good enough for you but it’s just cause he secretly is in love with you and one night he finally tells you… and maybe some soft smut if you’re comfortable! 💕
Absolutely! I feel like this is gonna be an interesting write I’ll try to have it out sometime this week!
Summary: You loved your boyfriend in every sense of the word, and you supported him through high school. This year was different, this year he wanted to try something new, and like always you planned on supporting him through it.
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"Woah, woah slow down baby," you said in as calm of a voice as you could, "what do you want to do?"
How you found yourself in this situation you have no idea. One minute you were sitting in your shared living room. It was the first day of the season that the fireplace could be turned on so you made sure you were gonna take full advantage of it.
As a Colorado native the move to Annapolis worried you, but as the show feathered down from the sky the worries you had disappeared. It wasn't until your fiancé came crashing back into the house that you decided to worry.
Hi face was bright red from the cold, his hair lightly dusted with snow, and his chest heaved slightly. The puppy that was sound asleep on your lap has jumped up excitedly at the sight of her dad coming home, hopping happily over you to go greet him at the door.
"Babe." He said panting heavily. "You'll never believe this."
He rushed around to the couch, not even bothering to take his coat off, and that is where you two sat for the next hour as he excitedly told you about his newest idea.
"Hockey?" You say slowly.
He nodded a response, his smile displaying large on his face. His eyes sat behind a pair of glasses, studying your face nervously as you let yourself think.
Robert Sebastian Floyd had never given you a reason to worry, in fact, ever since your senior year of high school the motto of your relationship had always been, support each other regardless of the decision. He supported you through your marine biology degree, and you supposed his decision to go the Naval Academy. The two of you spending the last three years of your relationship doing long distance, using every chance you had to make the almost seven hour drive to see each other. Every passion, every hobby, every crazy idea. You stood by each other's sides.
And when you finished your degree a year early, he knew getting down on one knee, practically sobbing as he asked you to be his wife. The moment will forever be sat and framed above the fireplace, the perfect moment being kept in the perfect spot.
"Babe?" He said softly, trying his best to break the strangling silence.
You snap out of your thoughts, looking at your future husband you gaze softens. He is gonna have so much of his life ahead of him.
"Bobby," you say softly, laying a hand gently on his cheek. "You have never given me a reason to worry, you are the love of my life, and if this is what you want to do then I will support you through it."
The once worried expression faded away to reveal joy.
And now you were here.
Six months later, bundled up in an ice rink. Somehow, somewhere in the middle of Canada, cheering your heart out for the boy who has sat on the bench for most of the year.
To his credit he looks really good in hockey gear, and you were still unbelievably proud of him. Spending every single evening after a game comforting his frustration.
The final game of the season seemed to be the most tense one, it was the finals after all. You sat looking just as proud of him as the game before, his name a number proudly sitting on the back of the jersey you wore. The end of the third period coming quickly to an end and the teams were tied.
Letting your mind wander slightly you were quickly snapped back in as Bob went flying past, being on the ice was unusual for him so you were going to make sure that you got to see every second it. He was flying down the ice, skating in and out of the opposing team before finally getting the puck.
It was like you were watching life in slow motion, watching as your fiancé raised his stick and with a sharp *WHAP* the puck made a home in the back of the neck. Screams and cheers erupted from the crowd as the Navy team was now up by one with less than a minute remaining in the game. Bob looked around the stadium excitedly, trying his hardest to find you as his teammates began to celebrate around him.
The game ended and a few short minutes later you found yourself on the ice weaving in and out of players and their families, desperately trying to find the love of your life.
With a gentle hand placed on your back, you were being swept off your feet in the arms of your future husband. Peppering him with kisses, you didn't care who saw at this point.
"I am so unbelievably proud of you bobby," you say in between kisses, earning a chuckle out of him. "You won the game!"
He gave you another smile before kissing you on the lips.
"Darling, I won a lot more than the game."
And now, sitting next to the picture of the greatest day of you life sits a slightly smaller picture of Robert Floyd hold you up on the ice, kissing you. One that was taken while you were both blissfully unaware. Along with it sits the puck he scored with, labeled with the date and game.
Author's Note: Okay I loved this one, makes me want another relationship with a hockey player.
Summary: Three. Bradley has proudly worn that number since the day he started playing sports. That three symbolized so much for him. And in the three years, he has known you, he has realized that three isn't the only lucky thing.
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Three.
Bradley's lucky number was three. Has been since the day he was born. Bradley did everything in groups of three. He took you on three dates before he asked you to be his girlfriend. He applied to three colleges (getting into two of them). He had three fish in his dorm room, along with three other roommates who happened to be some of his teammates. Every jersey, every fortune cookie, every day three was always apart of it. More importantly, you were born on the best day of the year.
March third.
Yup, from the moment you met him in sophomore year homeroom he knew you were the girl he was gonna marry, all you've done these past three years is solidify that statement.
Every hockey game played you were there, you sat in a very specific place too. Three rows back from the home bench and three seats in. Bradley always told you that was the best place to watch the game from so that is always where you sat.
Until today that is.
Your professor had kept you longer than she should have and now you were running late. Thankfully the dorms were on your way to the rink so you were able to drop off your school stuff and grab one of Bradleys sweatshirts before literally running to the rink.
Unfortunately, despite your best efforts, there was already someone in your seat. Not wanting to cause a scene because the game was about to start you just decided to head over to the student section, thankfully finding your roommate already there.
"(Y/n)!" She shouted at the sight of you, "why are you over here?"
You let out an exhausted sigh, "someone is in my seat."
She looked surprised which was fair because Bradley made sure that seat was always open for you. It was the best seat in the house after all. You shook your head, not needing her to cause a scene either and met her gaze as she extended her hand holding Bradley's extra jersey. Granted he was always the one to give it to you, but today he couldn't.
The two of you continue short banter, being as close as sisters made it easy for you to talk about anything and everything. She was telling you about her most recent boy problems when the lights dimmed and he announcer began speaking.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your Boston Terriers!"
The arena was deafening with screams from students, parents, and fan alike. Watching excitedly as one by one they took the ice, skating laps and warming up as the opposing side remained silent.
"And now," the announcer boomed, "your starting line up."
The boys lined up the the red line by the goal, helmets off, standing tall as they waited for their names to be called.
"In goal we have Robert Thompson!"
"Our right defender is Collin Fulton!"
"Our left defender is Tyler Simons!"
"Left winger, Roman Adkins!"
"Right winger, Bryce Montgomery!"
"And your center, Bradley Bradshaw!"
Now it was your chance to stand up and cheer, even if you weren't in your usual spot you were still gonna cheer as loud as you could. Not long after the first puck drop took place. This team was good, they were bigger than us, but they weren't faster.
Bradley was the best of the best, he got a full ride to Boston for hockey, and he wasn't going to lose it to a guy that was a head taller than him.
The minutes were slowly making their way to the end of the first period, everyone was on the edge of their seats, we were all patiently waiting for someone to score.
"One minute remaining in the period!" The announcer boomed.
Bradley got control of the puck, he got a break away, he was skating for his life. You watched his stick lift off the ice and then smack the puck as hard as he could. The arena was silent, everyone was holding their breaths, some were standing some where sitting, your eyes however, were glued to your boyfriend.
The goal horn blares through the silence. Cheers erupt, Bradley and scored, you cheered, you screamed, you were excited. His teammates swarmed him, all of them excited that they were now winning by one.
But that goal wasn't the last. The other teams goalie had been peppered with shots throughout the next two periods, almost all of them going in.
The final score was 8-2. Bradley had won.
You and your roommate struggled your way through the crowds of excited fans as everyone began celebrating, this wasn't the first win of the season, hell it wasn't even a very good win, but it was a win none the less. You and your roommate bid a farewell to each other, trying to figure out fo you were gonna be home tonight but you both doubted it, Bradley wasn't much of a celebrator, not like his teammates at least. He much rathered the dorm rom to himself, and you, with little to no clothes on.
Weaving in and out of people you made your way to the hallways under the stands, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to show up. A few of his teammates walked by you, offering smiles or short conversations, letting you know he was taking a shower or that he would be out soon.
But nothing in the world compared to your curly haired hockey player emerging from the locker room, he looked amazing in his suit as always, and his hair for once wasn't a mess. His face changed from serious to all smiles the moment he laid eyes on you, his pace quickening to get to you faster.
"Baby!" He said excited, pulling to off your feet and into a tight hug, "where were you today?"
You began to tell him about your professor being an ass, having to stop by your dorm, and then someone sitting in your seat.
"But I still cheered as loud as I could," you said before kissing him.
He pulled back and smiled, realizing something in that moment.
Its not the number three that is his lucky thing, it's you.
You where there when he was offered the scholarship, you were there when he won his first game, when he got moved up to the men's team instead of the club team. Every game he won you were there, every test he took you had been there for, considering you had a bunch of the same classes. You had decided to uproot your life to move to Boston with him, you gave up your chance at UCLA to be with him through college. You were his lucky thing, not the number three. Sure it's a perk you were born on March third. You always did things in groups of three. But it was you, not the number.
"Bradley?" You said softly, pulling him from his thoughts, he watched as you studied his face with a hint of worry in your eyes. He pulled you in for another kiss, a goofy smile displaying on his face as you pulled back.
"You're my lucky number." He said softly, causing you to giggle.
"I'm not a number baby," he smiled and let out a chuckle.
"Okay then you are my lucky thing, like a rabbits foot."
You smiled.
You pulled him in for another kiss.
And then you pulled him to his car, and he drove as fast as he could to get home, wanting to "celebrate" with you as much as possible and as soon as possible.
Author's Note: I literally found out the other day that there is a hockey team that is completely based around Maverick and Top Gun, of course, I was gonna write a story on it, because Pete Mitchell would absolutely be ecstatic to learn that there is something named after him.
Summary: Columbus, Ohio was one of the last places you would have found yourself for a weekend, but when Pete Mitchell finds out there is something named after him the whole world has to know. So finding yourself bundled up along with your boyfriend and friends, desperately trying to stay warm.
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You hate the cold.
Born in Houston, Texas. You were never one for the heat. Nothing that surrounded the cold, you were always more of a football fan anyway.
Your nose was bright red and you were sniffing every five minutes, and the worst part of it all was that literally none of you understood this sport.
Every minute spent here was somehow worst than the last. The game hadn't even started yet. You were huddled together with a bunch of other pilots, all of your noses were bright red and each of you took turns sniffing periodically.
"Pete," you say with a shiver, "why are we here?"
You didn't need that question to be answered but it felt like it needed to be asked. Pete had woken all of you up very early that morning, telling you to pack a small bag of clothes, just enough to last you for the night.
All grouchy and tired, the group of you loaded into his plane. With the largest smile plastered onto his face as the rest of you tried to get some rest.
It wasn't until the SUV he rented had pulled up in front of an ice rink that you realized how deep into this you were.
"Alright guys,' Pete said with a huge smile, pulling out a bag he reveals a collection of lime green jerseys, each of them with your names plastered proudly on the back, and a jet soaring on the front.
"Hangman here is yours," He said with a toss-over to Jake. Poor Jake, who looked at tired and as irritated as you did, flipped the jersey around to reveal his name. He took a glance at you with a tired look, the best you could offer was a sad smile and a shrug.
Pete continued to read off the call signs of the pilots he has taught for the past three years, finally placing one over his head.
"Um, Pete?" You say, popping your head above the rows of seats. "Where's mine?"
Pete smiled, before reaching into the bag once more, pulling one final jersey out of his bag. "I had this one made special," he said with a proud smile before tossing it over to you.
You took one look at the back before smiling, proudly presented on the back of the jersey Mrs. Mitchell was laid out. You gave Pete a wide smile before throwing the jersey on, making sure you were all warm and cozy the group of you make your way through the doors of the arena and into the lobby. People were scattered, and the low chatter crowded the lobby as people talked in hushed voices. Ice skates lined the walls, as the concession stand began to open. Little children run about in their gear, giggling and clunking hockey skates as they run by.
You grabbed Pete's hand as he leads all of you into the ice rink. One by one the lady at the front door checks your tickets and offers each of you a smile. You make your way around to find your seats, and for the first time, Pete had done a pretty good job of picking them.
You sat right on the corner and from your seats, you could see the whole rink. It didn't take long for the arena to fill up almost every seat and you find yourself getting ready to stand for the national anthem after the announcer began speaking.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he boomed throughout the arena. "Your Columbus Mavericks!" Cheers erupted from all around you as the realization set in as to why you were here.
"Pete." You said slowly as he looked at you, a giant smile plastered to his face.
"Okay, I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to ruin the surprise. I learned there was a Hockey team name after me obviously we had to go see them play." You rolled your eyes before smiling back at him and pulling him in to kiss his cheek.
"Let the games begin," you say with a smile, as the two of you turn your attention to the game.
The game turned out to be awesome, you guys have had a blast since the moment the puck dropped for the first time. Hangman and Rooster got themselves into a bet on who would win, Nat and Bob found themselves singing and dancing to every song. Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote were all have a blast cheering for whoever they had decided was gonna be superior. And you and Pete sat happily watching the game, and all of your friends who were having a blast.
"This might be better than dogfight football, " you say with a laugh. Pete smiles before pulling you into a hug, just as the home team scores again. Everyone cheered as the boys on the ice celebrate in their own way. The only problem now is that score tied up the game. the teams both comfortably sitting at 2-2.
The buzzer goes off to signal the final of the game but no one seems to move.
"Pete," you look over to him before your eyes wander around the arena, nobody moving from their seats. "What happens now?"
Pete smiled, looking at the group of you, the other pilots joining in your confusion. "They go into overtime."
Five minutes of three on three, the room was tense, everyone sitting on the edge of their seats as the teams play like they have never played before.
It was two minutes of pure silence before you watch little little black disk find its way to the back of the opposing teams net. The noise in the arena was deafening, the crowd cheered as the Mavericks won.
The pilots were cheering and hugging each other in celebration as you looked over at Pete who was just as excited as the rest. You smile and let out a laugh before pulling him into a kiss.
"Congrats pilot, you just won a game." You say with a smile as he nods and looks out over the room, people still celebrating while others begin to pack their things and leave.
"Come on guys," Pete said with a large smile, "let's head out, we've got a plane to catch."
Collecting everything the group makes their way out of the stadium, and back to the SUV. Returning to the airport about an hour later you help the younger pilots load everything into the plane as get situated. Pete offered you a hand to help you up into the plan and you smiled gratefully and accepted. Finding yourself in the air not long after.
"That was a good surprise right?" Pete said, glancing at you briefly. You had been flying for a little over and hour and a few minutes ago you had gone back to check on the other pilots, smiling softly as you found them all sound asleep.
"Yeah Pete," You smile, "it was the best. But if you every wake me up that early again to go watch a hockey game I will be very mad at you."
Pete chuckled before taking your hand in his to bring it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand softly you smile. You let out a soft yawn.
"Close your eyes, get some rest." Pete said softly, you knew he could handle the plan but it's always better to have two sets of eyes out there instead of one. You argue with yourself for a brief moment before letting sleep win, you lean your head back and close your eyes letting yourself fall into a deep sleep.
"I love you, (y/n)," Pete said softly as he watched you. The surprise was a good idea, but watching you sleep their next to him proved to be even better.
I have a weeks worth of stories that are all hockey related, in honor of the hockey season becoming a thing again and me kind of getting over my anxiety a little bit I have decided I want to mix some of my favorite things! I hope you guys enjoy these throughout the week!
With all the love in the world (for both you guys and hockey),
Pairings: Rooster x Fem!Reader, Dad!Maverick x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: fluff, some swearing
Word Count: 1.5K
Author's Note: Second to last part, you guys! we've come so far with this story I can't wait for you guys to see how it ends.
Summary: As Bradley and Pete get themselves into deep shit Lemon finds herself doing everything she can to bring her boys back home.
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*Bradley’s POV*
It’s cold. It’s so cold.
I move to stand unaware of the chaos that was happening back on the ship.
“You have to find him!” I scream, being held back by Hondo, his arms wrapping around my waist, picking me up, and moving out of the command center.
My dad went down twenty minutes ago, and Bradley went down ten minutes after.
"Admiral Simpson," I say sternly, freeing myself from Hondo's grasp. The Admiral turned around, and I knew I would be in deep shit.
"You bring my father and best friend home or so help me god you will never forget my name for my face. I will make sure you never forget what you've done." The command center goes silent at my sudden outburst, a small smile coming to Simpson's face.
"Get her out of here."
With a simple command, Hondo had me once again as he carried me out of the room.
"Lemon," he says softly trying to calm me down, "hey, they will find him."
I didn't even realize I was crying until Hondo wiped a tear off my cheek. "It's okay."
I gave a soft nod as we headed to the deck to meet Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix, and Bob. Their planes had just touched down.
It was Bob who got to me first, his arms wrapping around me in a tight hug, this marked breakdown number two for the day. He rubbed small circles on my back as I cried, Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy standing off to the side, all four of them feeling guilty.
The five of you found yourselves cooped up in Bob's room with the radio turned up as loud as it would go. The command center desperately tried to figure out a plan. One way or another they were coming home.
"That's it," I say standing up, my throat raw from screaming and my eyes puffy, "if they won't go get them I will."
The group looked at me as I made my way out of the room and to my own, desperately trying to find my flight suit.
"Uh, Lem?" Nat's concerned voice comes softly to my ears. "Whatcha doing?"
I turn to look at her before I change, throwing my hair up into a ponytail I shove past her.
"I'm going to get my boys."
*Meanwhile* Badley's Pov
"Hey, Hey!" Mav's voice calls out from somewhere in the field, the trees surrounding me cloud my sense of direction until I see his figure appear.
"Mav!" I shout back, standing up and beginning to brush the snow off me, which proved to be pointless because I was back on my ass in the snow.
"What the hell?" I shouted, standing up again.
"What were you thinking?" Maverick shouted at me.
"What was I thinking? You told me not to think!" I shot back.
Maverick contemplated for a moment before sitting down in the snow beside me. Head in his hands he lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I can't believe I did this to her." He said sadly.
I sat confused for just a moment before realizing who he was talking about. Somewhere in the middle of the Indian ocean was the girl I was madly in love with heartbroken because she thinks she lost her dad and best friend.
"Fuck!" I yell out in frustration before joining him on the ground.
"Bradley," Maverick said softly, "I have a plan."
*Your POV*
The rush on the deck was disorienting, crews rushing about as I walked to my plane.
The four pilots and Hondo watch in fear as I climb the ladder, no one was helping me so I had to do it on my own.
"Lemon, maybe you should stop for a second," Hondo said softly appearing out of thin air. His hand resting gently on the edge of my plane.
"Hondo, with all due respect. If they aren't gonna go get them I will, I've flown the course I know what I am doing." I smile softly.
"I am a Mitchell after all."
Hondo gave me a small smile, understanding that he wasn't going to win this fight so he might as well make sure I don't kill myself with pure stupidity.
I placed my helmet on over my head, making sure everything fit and I was comfortable.
"Yo Lemon," Hangman's voice came through my headset. "What are you doing in a plane?"
I glanced over at Hangman, giving him a small nod as I scan the rest of the ship my eyes falling on my friends, they stood in a group their eyes filled with worry.
I wasn't really paying much attention to the radio until a certain name made my world stop.
"Rooster is airborne, I repeat Rooster is airborne."
I shot Hondo a look that he gave me in return, a mixture of did we hear that correctly? And what the fuck?
"Permission to assist sir." Hangman's voice comes through the comms desperation dancing along with fear.
"Permission denied Hangman." The coordinator responded.
Hangman beats his fists in frustration against his controls. Hondo grabs my hand, gaining all of my attention in the process.
"Lemon, please get out of the cockpit." He half begs.
I give him a half-pleading look before obliging and removing my helmet taking his hand I climb out of my plane, sitting on the bottom step of my ladder with my head in my hands.
"If he is airborne then so is your dad," Hondo said with a hand on my shoulder. "You know your dad has some crazy scheme planned."
Yeah, that's probably true, my dad is Pete Mitchell after all.
The rushing sound of the slingshot flooded my senses as Hangman's plane took off, rushing down the deck of the ship.
I rush back over to Nat and Bob, trying to search their faces for anything.
"They are in an F-14 Lem," Bob started slowly, "being tailed by two fifth-gen planes and pilots who have been trained way better than we have. But your dad is one of the best the Navy has ever seen, ad Bradley is right up there with him. Hangman is just gonna give them a little bit of a helping hand and before you know it they will be back on the ship safe and sound." I nod along with him trying my hardest to find my breath.
Hondo had managed to find his headset along with one for me, the boys being too far out for us to see so comms came to the rescue.
"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your savior speaking." Hangman's voice came over the comms as cocky and as confident as ever.
But it wasn't until Bradley spoke that my soul was finally put back into my body.
"You're looking, good Hangman." He said, this voice making my heart skip a beat.
Twenty minutes later they were all back on the ship, not very gracefully by far but still, they were back.
The museum piece of a plane was covered in netting and I was running to my dad as fast as I could.
"Dad!" I shouted before throwing myself into him, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Hi baby," he cooed back, holding me tight. "I'm here it's okay."
I nodded into him before pulling back to get another look, my attention immediately began to search Bradley, and he was clearly doing the same.
I found him scanning for me as well about twenty people away and in our best effort we tried to make our way to each other.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hi," I say back.
And suddenly he was the only thing that mattered.
"(Y/N) I-" he began to say, but I cut him off.
His lips were so soft and sweet and the moment our lips touched his whole body relaxed more than he ever has before.
"Save it," I say pulling back with a smile. My hand comes up and gently touches his cheek, wiping away some dirt from his face.
He let out a small chuckle before snaking his arms around my waist pulling me in even closer than I already was.
"I'm never leaving you again." He said kissing me again.
A rather stern clearing of a throat pulled us apart rather quickly as my dad and Admiral Simpson stood next to us. My dad's face held a large grin.
"Admiral Simpson tells me that you threatened him." My dad raises a questioning eyebrow. I toy with my lip between my teeth before nodding. My father laughed before turning to the Admiral.
"She is a Mitchell after all." He joked, clearly Simpson wasn't buying it.
He grew closer to me holding a finger out, Bradley grabbed my hand squeezing it slightly.
"Lieutenant Mitchell, if you ever, and I mean ever threaten me like that in front of my crew I will ground you fast then I wanted to ground your father." He said with a sharp nod before turning on his heel leaving us in a group.
"So," my dad said, eyes darting back and forth between the two of us.
I laughed as Bradley pulled me into a side hug before kissing me again, earning cheers from our friends.
"Home again?" he asked with a smile.
"Home again," I say, pulling him into another kiss.
Pairings: Hangman x Fem!Reader, Sister!Natasha x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Fighting, blood, some suggestive stuff if you look for it, fluff, a rather happy ending.
Word Count: 1.3k
Author's Note: @SADPETALSSTUFF I know you asked for a part two a while ago, so here I am to make up for it!
Summary: So Natasha found out, but that would never stop Hangman.
Part 1
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Her lips tasted like cotton candy and her skin was as soft as velvet. I picked her up with ease before setting her gently upon the railing of the deck. The breeze was cool but the heat we were creating was burning us up. We were too enthralled in our own little world that we didn’t hear the bar door open or my friends pour out onto the deck.
We did however hear Natasha as she shrieked.
“What the fuck are you doing to my sister?”
I've never seen a person move faster than she did once her sister yelled at us. Natasha came stomping over to me, her finger pointed defensively as her sister sat wide-eyed behind me.
"You promised Hangman!" Nat shouted, shaking her finger at me.
"And you!" Her attention turned towards her sister, "what was my one rule?"
Her sister's eyes quickly met the floor as she mumbled quietly, "anyone but Bagman."
Natasha threw her hands up in the air, "exactly!"
Rooster tried to give his input but she shut it down with a simple 'shut it.' closing his mouth he nodded and stepped backward into the group of our friends.
"Phoenix, come on," I try to say but she cuts me off, rambling again about how her sister broke the one rule she had.
"Okay," I start again, "first off ouch that I am off-limits, I find myself to be a very personable person."
"Bullshit." Nat shoots back, "I don't need you breaking her heart."
I look back at her and she gives me the most pathetic look ever, all I want to do is kiss her and assure both her and Nat that I wouldn’t break her heart, ever.
I take a small step backward and reach my hand out behind me for hers, once I do feel her hand I realize how much smaller it is than mine, that and how soft her skin is.
I wonder if she is this soft everywhere.
I'll figure that out later, hopefully.
"Natty," she begins slowly from behind me, trying her hardest to calm her sister down, "this was a mutual decision."
Natasha scoffs, "I think that makes it partially worse."
Her grip on my hand tightens as if to tell me she doesn't mean it. She seems almost protective of me and I have no idea why. Maybe I'm some kind of forbidden fruit kink or something. She was told she couldn't have me so she really wants me.
"I didn't want him cus he was off limits Nat, I wanted him because regardless of who he was talking to tonight at the bar his eyes always traveled back to me, he kept me where he could see me regardless of how close the girls boobs were to falling out of her shirt."
Rooster let out a snort, we never really got along but he knew every word she was saying was true. Her eyes dart back to her sister as she steps forward gaining slightly more confidence.
"He is definitely cocky you weren't wrong about that," she looks up at me, "but he seems really genuine and he's really cute too." I give Nat an apologetic smile, I never wanted to start a fight between them, especially after they haven’t seen each other in so long. Natasha sighs, her eyes running back and forth between her sister and me.
"Nat," I started, trying to test the water. She doesn't protest or shut me up so I continue. "I really like your sister, she's funny and she's got your attitude but she isn't you, in fact, she is the right amount of not you that it doesn't seem like I am kissing you or wanting to take your clothes off."
"Walking a fine line Sersin." She warns.
"Regardless, I really like her. She is everything I could dream of and more." I turn to look at the smaller version of my friend, her eyes are huge and the pink shade that was once on her lips isn't quite there anymore. But her smile was once again genuine and seeing it made my heart skip a beat.
"He's not lying Phoe," Bob called out softly, "for once in his life he is telling the truth."
Phoenix shot us both frantic glances as my grip around her sisters hand grows tighter.
"Nat," her sister practically begged, "please."
Natasha let out a sickening laugh before taking a step forward, her fist connecting with my nose.
"Oh my god," Bambi shrieked as the blood ran down my face.
"Okay that one hurt." I said cupping my hands to catch the blood.
Natasha got closer to my face, her eyes a darker shade then I have ever seen.
"I am gonna let you date my sister, but I swear to god if you break her heart, it will be more than your nose that is broken." She looked at her sister who gave me a worried glance, I tried to reassure her it was okay but she lead me inside and to the bathroom.
"I'm sorry," she says over and over as we begin to sop up the blood with paper towels, I wince as she comes in contact with my nose.
"Sorry." She says again.
I give her a soft smile before raising a hand to her cheek, catching the tear that was falling down her beautiful face.
"Don't apologies for this, Phoenix will get over herself, this will be a funny story that we tell at our wedding." I joked softly, she gave me an appreciative smile in return before tending to the cut on the bridge of my nose.
I stared between her eyes and her lips, wanted them to be on me again. She seemed to be reading my mind because she moved to her tip toes and leaned in.
And a soft knock at the door stops her right before she gets to kiss me.
"Hey," Phoenix poked her head into the bathroom, "I just wanted to say I was sorry."
I smile and give her a nod.
"No harm done Phoenix, I would have probably done the same thing if it was my sister." I chuckle, which earns a laugh from the girls too.
"Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She looked between her sister and I. "Take care of her Hangman, please."
I give her an understanding nod as she bids us both farewell and closes the door, Bambi going back to cleaning me up, giving me a chance to snake my free arm around her.
The little gasp she let out was like the gospel singing choir songs to me. I met her gaze and softly leaned down, her lips gently hitting mine.
And she still tasted like cotton candy. Except this time there was the soft scent of whiskey from the drinks she had tonight and when my hands slowly moved up to cup her breast I felt my world fall apart around us. Everything I had ever imagined her to be was crushed by the reality that she was so much better.
I swung us around so that she could sit on the counter top, her legs spreading just enough that I could fit between them. Our kissing getting more violent, more needy.
"Jake," she moaned driving me crazy.
"Jake," She said slightly more firm than before. "Not here."
"But why?" I whined into her lips, the soft scent of cotton candy and whiskey overcoming my senses again.
"Because it's a public bathroom," she laughed as I started kissing down her neck. "And you are still bleeding."
I groan a little more as she continues to press cold compress to my nose, earning a hiss out of me.
She goes to say 'I'm sorry' again but I cut her off with a kiss.
"Just finish this up before I take you right here in this bathroom." I say with a groan,
She lets out a frazzled nod before hurriedly finishing the task at hand. Bandaging me up I give her one more quick kiss before we rush out of the bathroom and into my car.
This was most definitely a night she will never forget.
Pairings: Rooster x Reader, Platonic!Hangman x Reader
Warnings: the possibility of death, like so much fluff
Word Count: 1.6K
Author's Note: This was one of the prompts I posted a month ago! Here is that link in case you want to request a prompt! @itscheybaby requested this one so I hope you enjoy it! :)
Summary: Jake was supposed to be your confidant. Jake has a big mouth which you tend to forget.
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It was a drunken night.
You and Hangman had been hanging out and you had one to many to drink and you let it slip that you were in love with Rooster.
Hangman promised he wouldn't say anything to anyone, swearing to be too drunk to remember it the next morning anyway.
So the look displayed on his face right now combined with the crimson of yours made it blatantly obvious that neither of you had forgotten that night or the secrets that came with it.
This was the third special detachment mission that you guys had been brought in on. At this point you were more like family than anything else, spending more time with each other than your own flesh and blood.
That's probably how you got into this mess.
You had ended up at Hangman's a couple nights back, the two of you downing beers like they were bottles of water, and someone (Hangman) brought up crushes.
He had been trying to get it out of you for a while, pestering you at work mostly.
"Come on," he whined, his words slurring together, "I just wanna know!"
You laughed before giving a sigh, glancing over to find slumped on the floor beer bottle on the table, a stupid smile plastered to his face.
"Fine," you say with a giggle, "but if they ever find out I will end you."
Hangman nodded sharply as you roll your eyes.
"It's Rooster."
How you found yourself here you have no idea. Hangman's eyes grew wide as he realized the words that left his mouth. You were gonna hurt him.
You had all been sitting in the briefing room of the ship. Sweating your asses off as a random admiral droned on and on about the task that you had trained mercifully for the prior month.
Each and every detachment was the same.
The Navy catches word that some evil power somewhere in the world was up to no good and they bring in the best of the best when it comes to their pilots, you all find yourselves on North Island, most of you have just settled down there with the frequency that you were brought back. As previously mentioned you guys spend more time with each other than with your own families.
The detachment however was different. This was a two-person mission, and they expected only one of you to make it home alive. They had written our death sentences four days prior, the night you and Hangman got shitfaced in his living room, the night you let it slip.
Hangman was known for being cocky, he was known for talking back. He was your favorite person on the face of this planet, you went to him for everything and he protected you more than he did with the others. You guys had created a bond that not very many knew about, which is why you went to him after your meeting that morning.
"(Y/n), hey, whatcha doin here it's late?" Hangman seemed surprised to see you standing on his porch at 10 pm. You had been crying, trying your hardest to wrap your mind around the words you had heard a few hours prior.
"We brought all of you back," Admiral Bates said, his head held high. "We knew this mission would be the toughest you guys have dealt with so far."
You already knew that you were one of the two pilots flying, you and Mav had been chosen, they had told you prior to the group meeting to save the breakdown for the privacy of where you were living.
"They picked me." You said softly, tears rolling down your face again.
Hangman knew what that meant. He knew you might not come home. So he gave you a warm smile and once you made it past the threshold of his door he offered you a hug, and then you guys drank until you couldn't feel your faces.
Hangman couldn't shake it though. He knew he might lose his best friend that was the line of work they were in, but he couldn't stand the thought of his best friend not getting their happy ending before they died.
You had first noticed his snippy attitude the next day, you had chalked it up to him being worried about you. You understood why once he got into it with an Admiral, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, in one of the hottest rooms on the ship, your death slowly lurking in the corner. Hangman's attitude was particularly bad today and finally, someone had had enough of it, calling him out on it the second his snarky comment left his lips.
"It's just not fair okay," he said, slamming his hands on the table and standing up, this sudden outburst concerned everyone. "You get to send people to their death without a second thought, you have little to no regard for their lives or what they do for you!" He shouted, his finger pointed right at the man in charge.
"Okay," the admiral said with a sigh, "what am I missing?"
You and the other pilots shared nervous glances with each other, Hangman can be cocky yes but this was a new level for him.
"It's not just you," Hangman said, turning his attention to Rooster, "it's you too!"
Rooster shot him a confused glance, every scene where he had recently fucked up running through his head. Hangman continued.
"They are madly in love with you and you don't even care."
Your heart sank, and the room grew quieter.
"Who is in love with me Hangman?" Rooster said, adjusting himself in his seat.
"Oh my god," Hangman groaned, "(Y/n) does!"
Oh shit.
Hangman stood, eyes wide, frozen in his place. Rooster sat, eyes even wider, watching your every move. You sunk, face bright red, hoping, no begging, god to just kill you now.
The attention was on you, Hangman's sorry expression displayed fully on his face as he cleared his throat and sat down, eyes glued to his lap.
"Anyway," you say softly, "I hate to cut this short but I would rather just go get in my plane and hope they get me and not Mav." You stood up, giving what appeared to be the room a sharp nod before turning on your heel and leaving. The room remained silent for a moment more before Hangman grew impatient again.
"Jesus man, go after them!"
Rooster gave a nod before trying his hardest to catch up to you, finding it to be too late because once he reached the deck he found you already in your plane, people helping you with your controls, making sure the plane you were about to fly was safe and all clear.
You never even said goodbye.
Your eyes found him as he stood within the crowd, sadness displaying his entire face as he watched you. You wave him over, watching as he climbs the ladder.
"Hey," he said softly looking you up and down.
You give him a soft smile in response.
"You know you never gave me a chance to respond earlier." Rooster said with a smile, you shook your head slightly before looking at him.
"I don't need to sit there and watch you tell me you don't feel the same." You say, sadness dancing throughout your voice.
"Who said I didn't feel the same?" He said with a smile.
You began to say something, but nerves from multiple simultaneous situations happening at once proved to hinder that ability.
"Hey," He grabbed your attention, his hand placed gently on top of yours, "I can kiss you when you get back, but I don't want you putting your life on the line because you think I don't feel the same."
You laughed slightly before getting the signal that it was time, you looked to Rooster, fear laced in your eyes. He gave your hand a comforting squeeze before having to climb down the ladder watching as you take off, hoping that you make it home.
And you did.
The detachment with as well as it possibly could have, neither you nor Mav had been noticed by enemy aircraft until you were almost home and by then it was too late for them to do anything.
You were flooded by ship hands as you climbed out of your plane, the chaos of 'congratulations' and 'so good to see you again' as they all celebrated yet another successful mission. You frantically searched for Rooster, hoping to continue the conversation from earlier.
A warm hand on your shoulder alerted you to his whereabouts as you turned around to face him, his smile as bright as ever as his hands found your hips, his eyes studying your face. You didn't waste another moment before you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled his lips to yours. The cheers seemed to get loud by the time you two pulled apart but you only managed to find Hangman, who was smiling like a proud dad with his thumbs up.
You and Rooster chuckled before looking at each other again, you offer Rooster one more smile before he pulls you into another kiss.
"So," Hangman's voice cut the moment you shared short. "I'm sorry, are we okay?"
You laughed, "of course Hangman, that doesn't mean I won't hurt you though."
He smiled.
"I guess that's fair, though I am sure you'll get me back eventually."
You finally pulled him in for a hug, his stature softening as he gripped you even harder back.
"I'm happy to have you home," Hangman said.
"It's good to be home," you replied.
Rooster pulled at you one more time, kissing you again before smiling. You smiled right back at him before glancing around at your friends.
They were more like family to you than your own flesh and blood at this point, and they all watched, beaming joyfully at the situation in front of them.
Pairings: Iceman x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Viper x Fem!Reader
Warnings: so many. PIV. sex, swearing. probably more ;)
Word Count: 2.1k
Author's Note: I for some reason poured my heart into this one and I feel like it's because I was already exhausted and then took some melatonin on top of it so yeah.
Summary: There's a new recruit at Top Gun, a female nonetheless. She drives the boys wild, and her mysterious nature and her off-limits rules make her stand out to the ones that like to play hard to get. The biggest thing they don't know is the one rule of mother nature. What's the one thing Vipers produce? Venom.
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"Boys," Viper's voice came through the room, stern and strong. He stood tall in front of all of us his demeanor shifting slightly when the door opened.
Holy shit.
The black hair had been pulled into a tight bun. Her stature was tall, and she appeared closed off in the way of never letting anything on. Her eyes were a piercing blue and her skin was a soft tan. She smiled at the sight of Viper and made her way to the front of the room.
"(Y/N) Metcalf, callsign Venom."
I took a small glance over to Slider whose eyes couldn't be any bigger than they were. A hand shoots up into the air. Viper sends a sharp nod to Maverick's way.
"How off limits is she?" He questioned. A smirk displayed itself across Viper's face as he lead his daughter to a seat in the front row.
"She is very off-limits boys, if you so much as look in her direction I will have your ass packing before you can ask why."
Pete gave a sharp nod before looking over at his buddy, the two of them ogling at her for the rest of the lesson.
By the time we headed to change our first problem arose.
"Where the hell was she supposed to change?" Slider asked, rather loudly.
She chuckled slightly before looking at me. My breath disappeared from my lungs in an instant as her shirt lifted above her head, her bra was a light pink and I learned very quickly that it matched the thong she was wearing too.
Fucking hell.
"She's gonna be the death of me," I whisper to Slider as we get ready just two locker rows down from the beauty that was untouchable.
***
And not only was she beautiful but she could fly better than all of us. It made sense that she was Viper's kid. She was graceful in the air and once she was on the ground you could ask her any question you wanted to ask and shed come up with some kind of an answer for you.
She was magnificent. She was beautiful. She was Viper's daughter.
I couldn't ruin my chance at Top Gun but at the same time, she give me literally every reason to ruin my chances.
Today was no different than any other except for the fact that she didn't have much of a uniform. Not like ours. Her khakis came in the form of a tight pencil skirt that cupped her ass so beautifully that I thanked god every time I saw it.
"Iceman," Viper's voice pulled me from the thoughts I really shouldn't be having.
If she sounds so pretty over the comms I wonder how pretty she'd sound moaning my name?
No, no I can't think like that. If Viper only knew I'd be out of here so fast.
"You're flying with Venom today, Slider has some personal business to attend to." I glance over at her, those piercing blue eyes already staring back at me. I give Viper a nod before preparing myself to be up in the air, alone with her.
"So," she said catching up to me as we head to the locker room, "you've been awfully quiet. The famous Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, a total ladies' man can't even open his mouth around me?"
I offer her a smile before keeping my eyes straight again. We take the longest in the locker room.
"What's your problem Kazansky?" She sounds frustrated. "I am trying my hardest to show I am interested in you and you don't even bat an eye at me. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
I slam my locker in frustration only to reveal the female pilot, who seemed just as mad as me.
I ran my hands through my hair as I let out a frustrated breath of air.
"Maybe if you let even more hot air out, your head will get smaller." She shot at me, breaking something inside of me.
Within seconds I had her pinned to a locker, my hand gently around her throat as she let out a surprised gasp, her eyes growing wide at my outburst. My other hand finds her waist in a relatively firm grip. I lean in closer, so very close that I can smell the strawberry chapstick she always wore.
"I have been watching you for two weeks now, I have been wanting you for two weeks." I lean in for just a moment for our lips to touch and I was already hooked.
"For two weeks," I say looking into those blue eyes again, "for two weeks I have been wondering what you would sound like moaning my name while I fucked you."
I hear her breath catch in her throat ever so softly and for once I let my mind go wild.
My lips nibble gently at the sweet spot on her neck, my hands applying a gentle pressure to the sides of her throat. Her soft gasp made me want to take her right then and there, but soft footsteps approached.
And Viper opened the door.
He gave us just enough time to look more casual then I felt but I did my best to hide the ever growing bulge in my pants. This girl drove me crazy and the smirk on her face let me know that she knew it too.
"What are you two doing?" Viper questioned with one raised eyebrow.
"Nothing dad," she said in such a soft voice that I fell more to jelly than before. "Iceman and I were discussing strategy, it is you we are going up against after all."
Viper smiled at his daughter and gave a sharp nod before leaving the room in a hurry.
"As for you," she said, attention returning to where it had to be. "I don't fuck pilots usually, but something about you is different." She shot me the prettiest smile I've ever seen. "We can't do anything here it's too risky, I however have an entire floor to myself. Meet me tonight?"
I gave her a nod, a sharp fast nod.
I saw all of her that night. I saw her and I heard her and with every thrust into her I made I drove myself more crazy then the thrust before.
***
It's been two weeks since then, and after the events of today I haven't said a word to her.
We usually go at it every night but tonight was different, tonight was different because we were all forced to take a good long look at how our lives have turned out so far and if we are really okay dying tomorrow because of it.
The Navy was no joke, the things we did on a daily basis, putting our lives on the line.
Lieutenant Nick Bradshaw died today. And I was in the air with him.
I know she's asking about me, I know somewhere right now her father is questioning why she seems so concerned about another pilot.
In his eyes we are nothing more then pilots.
I had been drinking, slider having gone home a while ago just stopping by to see how I was holding up before heading off to the bar to pick up a new girl for the night. By my fourth glass I realized that the knocking wasn't my imagination.
She seemed tired when our eyes met. She had clearly been crying but I was not about to be the one to point that out to her. The sweatshirt she wore was huge on her but she seemed so cozy. I never said anything. Instead I took a step forward and found my hand in the crook of her neck, I lingered for just a moment more before finally allowing my lips to find hers. This time it feels different, this kiss is saying everything she won't.
I could have died today.
"Tom," she says pulling away from me slightly, those damn eyes making me melt again. "Make love to me."
And thats exactly what I did.
I pulled her inside before pressing her softly against the wall, my hands resting on her hips as I lazily find her lips again. This time was so different then the rest, the other times I have torn her clothes off by now, taken her right against this wall. But this time? This time I trail my lips down her neck finding that sweet spot just as easily as day one.
Her soft whimper made my heart beat faster and I grabbed her hand, leading her to the bedroom. God I wish I had fucked her here sooner. I didn't have any lights on, but the slight glow from the streetlights outside gave us just enough of a sense of where we where in the room, enough for her to sit on the edge of the bed. Enough for me to find my way on top of her. My lips found her neck first this time, carefully trailing down to the collar of her shirt.
"May I?" I ask softly, the soft whimper I earn in response tells me everything we need to know. I pull it over her head to reveal that she isn't wearing anything underneath it. I thank god and curse him at the same time.
While on hand finds her breast I let the other hold her close, her chest rises and falls more rapidly as my mouth moves from her neck down her chest, rolling her free nipple between my teeth while my hand gently plays with the other one.
The soft moans she was allowing to escape her mouth were intoxicating. And I knew that while I could continue to drag this out I wouldn't last much longer. I find her lips one more time before pulling myself off her, walking over to the night stand I pull out the empty box of condoms.
"Fuck." I say softly tossing the box to the side.
"It's okay," she smiles, "I'm on the pill."
I stand there for a moment weighing my options before taking my shirt off, discarding it to the floor. My pants eventually find their way to the floor too. She had taken her pants off at some point during my scuffle with the condom box.
I found myself above her again, her naked body proving to be a temple for me to explore and the anguish that was released as I pushed past her folds and plunged deep into her was insane.
I clung to her like she was my final source of oxygen and I was in outer space. I buried my head in the crook of her neck letting all my fear from today vanish within her. Each thrust grew harder as I kept my slow pace, her hands finding my back. At this moment in time I didn't even care if she left marks, I could deal with the torment in the locker room tomorrow. Her soft whimpers danced through my ears and coaxed a few sounds out of me too.
I could feel her nearing her high, after being inside her so frequently these past four weeks I have been able to learn her every move, know her every cue, love her every noise.
And the breathy whimpers she was letting out told me that I was doing everything right. Her hand moves to my forearm gripping it tight as her whimpers turn to shaky exhales of her breath, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her back arched enough that it her chest met mine.
I held her as she came undone, and with a few more fast strokes I found myself falling apart inside of her.
I rested my forehead against hers before giving her a breathy kiss, both of us trying to find enough oxygen to say anything at all. But we don't. It's not like there is much that could be said, not after today at least.
I pull her close to me again after cleaning ourselves up. The twin size bed not offering us much room to move but neither of us cared. I let her fall asleep listening to my heartbeat. I fall asleep with my hands tangled in her hair.
When I wake up in the morning she is gone, her clothes missing from my floor. I pull myself out of bed a prepare myself for another day when a pair of pink lacy panties catch my eye.
Because they are the same ones she was wearing the day I met her.
I smile before picking them up off their perch, only to find a note sitting underneath it.
Tom,
Last night was different, it was better, it was real. And I want that for the rest of my life. I'll see you in class.
Venom.
Sitting next to her name was a taunt. A taunt consisting of red lipstick in the shape of those lips I love to kiss so much. She is definitely living up to her call sign.
Pairings: kinda everyone x Fem!Reader, Bob x Fem!Reader (kinda platonic, kinda not)
Warnings: some language, suggestive comments, fluff
Word Count: 1.5K
Author's Note: I'm back bitches!!!
Summary: The dagger squad has never seen r dress up, her version is old rock band tees and nice jeans and/or leggings. When a gala or ball comes up, all jaws drop at them when they enter, and with a date no less. (thanks @itzyogurl92 for the request this one was actually kinda fun to write!)
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I fucking hate dresses.
I hate the time it takes to get into them. I hate that you can't sit properly or eat all the food at the party. But mostly,
I hate that everyone is staring at me.
"Holy shit." Jake seemed taken aback at the sight of you, the blue and tan ombre dress hugged your curves beautifully as you stood rigid in your place.
"Is that actually?" Natasha started, sympathetic to you as she was also as uncomfortable as she could be. "That can't be her."
The other boys all turned to meet the pilot's gaze.
God did you seem out of place.
You had been talking about this for weeks, complaining about it more or less.
Your boyfriend had convinced you, telling you that it would be a wonderful time for him to get to meet all your friends because he fell for a famous pilot after all.
You hated that he said you were famous. You weren't.
Hell, you were far from it.
But you guess that fame wasn't enough for him as earlier you found yourself walking up the stairs of the shared townhome you both had to find him in bed with a younger, more blonde, girl.
You assumed that by the way, she dressed that she was either a stripper or a hooker but you were too busy gathering whatever you needed for a night to ask her. She watched you though.
And she still was.
It had never crossed your mind that he had a thing for pilots or any navy girl. You knew you weren't his first, yet you desperately hoped you'd be his last. You hoped wrong.
Bob and Bradley stood silently off to the side as the rest of the group gawked at you from afar.
Penny stood by as well, feeling bad that there wasn't much else she could have done. It had caught her wildly by surprise when you showed up earlier today, soaked from head to toe due to the rain. She silently helped you get ready, fixing your hair and makeup so that you stood out only to the eyes that mattered. She zipped your dress closed and then watched as you stared softly at yourself in her mirror, she and Amelia exchanged a strange glance which you just chose to ignore. Pete had jokingly offered to be your date, remarking with some stupid joke about having two beautiful women in his arms for the night. You offered him a soft smile before declining his offer. Wanting him and Penny to have a good night to themselves for once.
You silently hated yourself for not accepting his offer, because at least now you wouldn't look like a complete idiot in front of your ex.
"Baby," the blonde whispered to him, as he stared daggers at you.
Did he expect you not to show up now?
Bradley saw the situation unfold, he watched as your boyfriend walked over to you, and he saw the girl at his side.
"Guys," he said softly to grab their attention, "look."
The group turned their gaze over to the other side of the room, unable to hear what was being said but watching with amusement as the three of you spoke.
"(Y/n)," he said harshly, "I didn't think you'd actually show up."
You turned your gaze to meet his.
"Stephen, glad to see you jump from one sailor to another." You try to be cool, you don't want him to see you crack. The blonde faltered at your comment but you really didn't care.
"Yeah, whatever," He seemed to be partially bothered by the comment but continued, "this is Tanya. She actually tries to look nice for me always."
Okay, yeah, that one hurt.
You weren't much of a girlie girl, if you weren't in your khaki uniform you were in jeans or leggings and one of your many band tees. Your group of friends had started it as a joke the one year you had to spend Christmas on the boat.
***
"Hangman your turn!" Pheonix shouted excitedly as you all sat around a little fake tree you had pooled your money together to buy.
Hangman laughed as he pulled out a little pop figure, that of a navy pilot to be exact.
"Shit he kinda looks like you," Bradley had started, allowing you the perfect setup for a joke.
"Massive head and a tiny everything else? Yup, that's gotta be hangman!" you giggled out as your friends around you all fell into fits of laughter.
"Rude," he said with a smile, "go ahead open yours."
You leaned forward on your knees nervously to grab the box from under the tree, it was massive yet surprisingly light.
You delicately pulled the paper and bow off of it to reveal a brown packing box, the inside filled with more band tees than you could imagine.
They ranged from ACDC to The Who. There was even a Beetles shirt mixed in, but your favorite had to be the One Direction tee.
"That was Mav," Bradley spoke with a smile.
"Ya know," the captain spoke, "they didn't give me any information other than buying her a band tee. Plus Olivia said they were really popular around your time so I figured it was my best bet."
You let out a laugh before thanking everyone, the rest of the holiday playing out like a movie would have.
***
A tear pricked your eye and before you knew it an arm was snaking around your side, the other placing a drink in your hand.
"Sorry darling, I didn't mean to leave you for so long." You looked up to meet the gaze of Bob his glasses sitting adorably on the bridge of his nose.
God, you could have kissed him right then and there.
"Oh it's quite alright honey," you play along, "I figured the line for the bar would be long."
Bradley whipped around to his side to find that it was in fact his friend over there with you. A smile came to his face. He was glad he hadn't gone over there, otherwise, the night would have gone incredibly different.
Your ex faltered back as Bob stuck his hand out, inviting him to shake it.
"Robert Floyd." He said with a smile, "I am the date for the night."
Your ex took Bob's hand and with one firm shake replied.
"Stephen Marcom," a sick smirk came to his face, "I'm the one that fucked your date this morning."
You panicked. Bob wasn't the type of guy to talk about this kind of stuff, and even after getting him as hammered as possible he still wouldn't tell you how many girls he had been with. If any.
"Oh that's funny," Bob said, the same kind of smirk displaying on his face, "because if I remember correctly I had her under me last night, and on top of me right before she left early this morning. Oh and bent over before we showed up here."
Now it was your turn to falter slightly, your grip on Bob tightened as your ex's jaw did the same.
"Now, if you'll excuse us we have friends to catch up with and some dancing to do." And with that he lead you off to your friends who continued the night by gushing about your dress, the way you looked, and why they had never seen you like this before. All the while Bob kept you at his side, making sure to take a glance every now and then over to your ex, or leaning in to whisper something in your ear that makes you giggle. Doing everything he needed to do to make sure your ex was the very last thought on your mind.
It wasn't until the night was winding down that you realized that it had been a while since you had seen him, your ex had gone home a while ago.
Nat softly points you in the direction of him as if she read your mind and you quietly thanked her.
You pushed the large door open to reveal a beautiful overlook of the ocean and your fake boyfriend for the night.
"Hey," you said softly trying your best not to startle him.
"Oh, hi," he said with a smile.
"I just wanted to thank you for tonight, I really don't know what I would have done without you." You walked over to Bob, standing next to him as the two of you took in the scenery.
"Anytime, plus you looked beautiful tonight, I will always find an excuse to keep you on my arm like I did tonight." Bob smiled as you felt your cheeks heat up.
The two of you stayed there for a few moments more before he reached his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.
"You look freezing in that thing." He said with a soft chuckle.
"Yeah, I kinda am." You reply back with a laugh.
You go to excuse yourself to head back inside, and he let you without protest.
"Oh (y/n)," he called out after you.
You turned around to face him, his glasses illuminated by the lights inside, "I'll be your fake date whenever you need me."
You shot him a thankful smile before going inside to find Pete and Penny, needing a sober ride home.
"Did you have fun tonight kiddo?" Pete asked pulling you into a side hug.
Pairings: Pete Mitchell x Fem!Reader, Brother!Tom Kazansky x Sister!Reader
Warnings: fluff, mentions of death
Word Count: 1.3K
Author's Note: Enjoy this whirlwind of whatever this is.
Summary: You've been out of the military for ten years, a civilian in all the ways that matter. But your life lacks meaning—not from your lack of service, but from the woman you left behind. She went missing on your last mission, and you've never been able to forget her. You never told her the truth, that you loved her, and the mistake eats at you. Even a decade later, it consumes you. One day you open your door to find her standing on the other side.
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10 years.
It had been 10 years since I watched her die.
Her plane went down in fiery smoke 10 years ago and it was all my fault.
So how the fuck was she standing on my porch?
I had been to places that were much colder than San Diego. But the chill I was feeling was as cold as dry ice, the kind that burns you if you touch it.
She was my everything.
Tom stood against the car behind her, a half smile, half worried look stretched across his face.
"Hey man," Goose tried his best to console me. He and his very pregnant wife had stood by my side at her funeral. Goose threw an arm around my shoulder and all I could do was laugh.
"How do you have a funeral with a casket that's empty?" My voice was shot. I guess that's what I get for spending the last month of my life screaming and crying.
Goose seems taken aback by my question, he shoots Carole a worried glance as she waddles over to us, struggling to sit down in the chair beside me. She put a soft hand on my knee, offering a smile that would do no help.
"It's for her family Mav," Carole said slowly, "how do you think they would feel if they had nothing to bury?"
I look up at her, "I wish they had something to bury, maybe then this shit show wouldn't hurt as bad because at least I'd know I didn't abandon her after her plane went down."
Carole's eyes got softer as she rubbed her thumb on my knee.
"Mav," Goose said softly, "it's impossible that she is alive, you know. There could have been no survivors with the way her plane crashed."
"Mav," her voice came softly to my ears, "Mav it's me."
I was too shocked to move, my body and mind felt like the static on the television and she was messing with the remote's buttons. Her arm reached out to grab mine and the moment I felt her touch I broke down.
In a swift motion, she was in my arms. The both of us collapsed into a pile of tears on my doorstep. Tom kept his distance, watching as I was reunited with my first love.
All of the hurt had vanished in a matter of minutes, she was here, she was real, and she was safe.
"How did you?" She kissed me once before smiling. I study her face, worried that I'll forget it the moment I close my eyes for sleep.
I invite both her and Tom inside, there's a lot she doesn't know.
My house was a mess. A bottle of scotch and a glass sat together on my coffee table as I had forgotten they were there.
"Pete, what happened to you," her voice was soft as she looked around my home, papers were strewn about my living room, my kitchen was a disaster and my room was a mess.
"You happened to me." I joked but the shared look between them as if you question if the other knew that I was this bad.
She took a seat on the couch while Tom followed me into the kitchen.
"Pete, dude." Tom spoke softly, "what happened?"
I looked up at him his eyes filled with wonder and fear.
"I lost myself after I lost her," I said, "I quit everything after Goose died because I didn't have anyone anymore."
Tom put a hand on my shoulder before I nodded and headed back into the living room, Tom following closely behind me.
"Pete, where's Nicky?" Her eyes bore holes into me. I let out a shaky breath as Tom tried to step forward to speak. I threw my arm out to stop him, taking a few steps over to her and crouching down to her eye level.
"He died, about six years back."
I watched as her beautiful eyes welled up with tears, it had always been the three of us on the ship, we were always the three that got into trouble.
***
"Lieutenant Mitchell, Lieutenant Bradshaw, Lieutenant Kazansky," Commander Jardian's voice came through, rung out and tired.
We had been in this fight for three days. We were all exhausted.
"Why is it whenever there is trouble on this ship it is you three imbeciles running the muck?"
Goose tried his hardest to suppress a smile as our best friend stood beside us, taking the screaming like a champ.
"Sir," she began, head held high. "In our defense, Goose had asked a very good question and we absolutely had to figure out the answer to it."
"Merit." Jardian sighed, her call-sign falling off his lips in a tired slope. "What exactly was the question you three just had to answer?"
"Well you see sir," she stood taller to meet his gaze, "Goose's fiancé sent him a bunch of candy that we can't get overseas, and one of those happened to be gummy worms."
The commander applied pressure to the space between his eyes as the three of us shared a quick glance.
"Goose wanted to know what would happen if you licked one side of the gummy and then flung it at the wall." She stated softly.
"Yeah," Goose added, "but then that changed to the ceiling, and once we ran out of gummy worms we discovered what else could stick to the wall and ceiling."
"So you're telling me," Commander Jardian started, " that the reason your bunk room is covered in gummy worms, gummy bears, and all things gummy is because you wanted to see if it would stick?"
The three of us delivered a sharp nod.
"Please," he started, exhausted by the conversation, "get out of my sight."
With a quick 'yes sir' the three of us scurried off, falling into a pit of giggles as soon as the door closed behind us.
***
"No," she said softly, "not Nicky."
I nodded before grabbing her hands.
"What happened since I went down?" Her voice filled with such a sadness only the truly broken would understand.
"Him and Carole got married. They had a beautiful baby boy, his name is Bradley. He is so prefect, he's gonna be 9 this year."
She looked between Tom and I, a mixture of disbelief and sadness in her face broke my heart.
"What happened to him?" She seemed tired, desperately trying to avoid the blanket of sleep that was overcoming her.
"We can talk about that tomorrow, come on let's get you into bed." I outstretched my hand to offer her help in standing up. Tom helping me bring her upstairs, getting her settled into the bed in whatever clothes we could find.
She had been fast asleep for all of and hour before Tom and I found ourselves on the back porch, both of us nursing cups of scotch.
"How did they find her?" I asked, breaking the silence we had.
"Classified, not even I am allowed to know." Tom let out a chuckle, "I got a call one day that they had found her and the next thing I knew mom, pop, and I were rushing into the hospital waiting room, hoping someone could give up any information on her."
I nod along, thankful that she's home.
"How long has she been here?" I ask softly, afraid I'll wake up the girl inside.
"About three months, most of that though was spent in a hospital learning to do basic human functions again." Tom took a sip of his drink, "she asked for you the moment she woke up."
I shutter. If I could have gone after her the moment I knew she had survived.
"Maverick," Tom pulled me from my thoughts, "my sister has been through a lot, please don't break her heart too."
I know it's been a while and for that, I apologize. That boyfriend I took the week off to see was sleeping with multiple other girls behind my back. In the matter of a night I had to pack up our home and leave and while I thought I could get right back into it I realized I needed some time to process my pain and handle it how I saw fit. That being said I never stopped writing I just stopped posting them, I have close to 20 stories that are patiently waiting to be released for you guys, and now that I have started to include Ice into the mix I think I have found a better voice than the one I had before. Along with that after these 20(ish) stories are posted I am going to switch over to banners, it's really hard to keep track of all the gifs I have used at this point. I never wanted this to feel like something I had to do and it took me a hot minute to realize that it's what I want to do, maybe not for the rest of my life but for now. It keeps me happy and gives me a creative outlet that doesn't make a giant mess. These banners are a lot simpler than some of my other stuff, but even so, I hope you guys enjoy them. This community has helped me a lot and so I want to keep giving back to you guys. Thank you all for being patient while I dealt with all of my crap, I promise new stories to start next week. Here are all the banners, they aren't super fancy but they follow my simplicity so it works for me.
The dagger squads never seen r dress up, her version is old rock band tees and nice jeans and/or leggings. When a gala or ball comes up, all jaws drop at them when they enter and with a date no less.
You guys are awesome! I know 200 followers probably isn’t a lot to most people but this is a big step for me being someone who was literally just writing for fun!
Warnings: swearing, fluff, maybe a suggestive line or two
Word Count: 1k
Author's Note: This has may or may not been sitting in my draft box for a week because I forgot to post it...
Summary: Gotta prove Jake wrong sometimes.
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The Hard Deck was crowded.
Sailors dressed in their khaki uniforms scatter the bar that is almost always full.
Sitting with your back against a poll you find yourselves overlooking the pool tables when a young woman catches your eye.
She seems full of herself but modest in the way she presented it. The boys around her picking fun at something stupid but she didn't seem to care, because her eyes were glued to you.
Offering her a smile which she gladly returned you took a sip of your scotch neat. You watched her every move intently as if she was a work of art and you were trying to figure out the meaning behind her. It wasn't until one of your friends shoved a pool stick into your chest did you realize what you were getting yourself into.
One-on-one.
With the prettiest girl in the room.
You played the game with ease, not making it every turn but making it pretty damn close. The clacking of the balls against each other mixed with her infectious laughter and you had fallen head over heels in love with everything about her.
She lit up the room with her smile, and the boys around her while cocky, knew she could handle it. She drew everyone's attention to her, and someone you were the only one who kept hers.
The mustache man pulled our attention from the game to the piano and I watch with infatuation as she sang and danced around with her friends. You stood leaning against the same poll as before a smile plastered to your face as you watched her.
She was amazing.
You knew you wanted to make a move but you didn't know how. She was surrounded by people constantly, which wasn't surprising. Her friends danced together arms slung around one another, watching her almost made you lose your place in the world.
That was until a pool stick tapped you on the shoulder.
"Yo, newbie," Sersin half shouted across the room, "What are you even looking at?" You nudge your head in the direction of the pilot and watch with a saddened expression as soon as he busted out laughing.
"That's Phoenix, you don't even stand a chance with her," He seemed overconfident with that statement which drove you up the wall. Jake Sersin had been your wingman through the first round of Top Gun, and while that is a fact you will never let him live down he did stand by your side as you decided to step down from your position after a near-death experience you realized there was more to life (surprisingly) then flying a plane.
You feel a bet coming which isn't something you want to partake in, you’d never want to bet her away.
"Phoenix." You whisper quietly to yourself, unaware that Sersin had already called her over.
"Nat," he stated confidently, "this is newbie." You look up wide-eyed pulling a deer in the headlights look that only caused her to laugh even more.
"That's an interesting name," she said looking you up and down.
"It's my callsign," you stutter out finally, a small smile broke out on her face which caused your heart to flutter a little more. "I was the youngest of the class, Bagman over there affectionately called me Baby but the Admiral decided that wasn't good enough for an 18-year-old going through Top Gun, the boys didn't like that I was kicking their asses, and Newbie became the callsign." She nodded along as she listened and for the first time in a very long time you finally feel seen.
It was hard work being the youngest ever Top Gun student let alone being the youngest ever and being at the top of your class. You were miles ahead of the rest (literally and figuratively) and they always resented you for it, instead of going to bars on the weekends you studied, ran modules, and work for the Admiral under the agreement that you could use your plane when needed, as long as there was someone in the tower you were good to go.
"That's really impressive," she smiled and turned to Jake, "and really good to know where Bagman comes from." Jake sent you a warning shot and you realized adding insult to injury would be absolutely perfect right about now.
"Ya know Phoenix," you started slowly, Jake reading the room gained an amused look on his face, "I'd love to take you out sometime."
Phoenix’s smile grew wider and much to Sersin's dismay.
"I'd really like that Newbie," she responded the shocked look on both yours and Jake's faces, with little to no warning she walked up to you and softly kissed your lips.
She tasted like cotton candy and hard liquor.
Just as soon as it started it was over but that didn't stop her, rising to her tiptoes she leaned so close to your ear that the shivers were already running down your spine.
"I see how he looks at you," she said softly, "and I'm glad you made the move because I couldn't figure out how to do it." She looks at you for a brief moment. "Now, you're gonna throw your arm around my shoulder and we are gonna walk out of here, go order a pizza, and see where the night takes us." You look at her with wide eyes before smirking.
She kisses your cheek again before letting you throw your arm around her shoulder, the two of you head to the bar to close your tabs.
You wish you had a camera because at that moment the look on Jake Sersin's face made all the worry worth it.
"Hey, Bagman!" You called behind you, causing your old wingman to look up at you.
You smile.
"Get fucked!"
Jake lets out a loud laugh as the two of you leave the bar tangled in each other's arms laughing the whole way to your car.
You look down at the pilot next to you and smile even wider before kissing the side of her head.
"So," she said slowly, "what are we getting for pizza?"
