accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips w/ fritz bestie please i am begging he has kissable lips 😩
EARTH ANGEL
a/n: because manny jacinto is finally showing up my dash constantly, i felt like i had to write something for the one and only fritz. this is courtesy of us just screaming about him. a nonstop convo about how beautiful he is. also cause top gun summer 3.0 is necessary when the weather hits 90 and you want to crawl out of your skin. this is unedited and beta read by you babes.
summary: what does it mean to belong to someone? to be stuck in their gravitational pull, to feel that cosmic connection that makes breathing difficult when they were away.
OR a dance, a song, and the aspect of forever all leads to one conclusion. falling in love with fritz was inevitable.
word count: 3.2k+
pairing: bill ‘fritz’ avalone x f!reader
warnings: so much fluff it’s scary, romance, the hopefulness of two hopeless romantics, fluff, flirty vibes from our man fritz, he's obsessed it's so cute, the good gooey feelings that make people do stupid things for love.
Celebratory cheers bounced off the walls as you did your best not to get knocked on your ass. People crowded the bar, beer in their hands and requests for more flying off their lips. And you did what you could to sink into the corner. Away from those that were already on the road to slurring their words given the demeanor of the setting. People were floating on cloud nine. Over the damn moon as the mission they stressed over suddenly became a success.
The condensation dripped onto your hand, slipping down your wrist when you took a sip. You should have wiped it away on your sundress, but the scene before you distracted every one of your senses. Rooster was three beers in, a shot of something amber beside him, as he sang at the top of his lungs. His fingers danced over the keys.
Surprising given that he was tipping over the piano, his eyes glazed and gleaming. A group of pilots you tried to make sense of practically fell beside him, their voices shouting above the others. The serenity of bliss drawn on their faces. You figured they were the ones who'd accomplished the job.
"Can I buy you a drink honey?" The drunken slur of a pilot tripping his way towards you nearly threw you off, but with a tip of your beer and a lazy smile you watched him accept defeat. His eyes already set to a redhead seated at the bar - her gaze locked on him with a hunger you only felt for one man.
"You shouldn't hide away," Phoenix called, sliding into the corner with you, two beer necks wrapped in each hand. Another round to kill the stress of the day—to remember they weren't just pilots.
You grinned. "Who says I'm hiding?"
A quirk of her eyebrow and a murmured mhm called you out faster than you anticipated. Hiding wasn't the prerogative. If you had another beer in your system, you'd be sitting by Rooster attempting to match his note for one of your own. But celebration wasn't to be had if the one you were waiting for hadn't waltzed through the door yet. His friends trailing behind him, wolf whistles traded for smirks from pretty women at the bar.
"He'll be here soon," she said, nodding towards the door. "Mav kept them longer than usual."
"Who says I'm waiting for someone?"
She laughed, a shrug thrown your way as she meandered through the mess of rowdy pilots. "Who says you're not?"
Any other pilot would have figured you wanted away from the noise, any of them wouldn't have seen how your eyes fell to the door whenever it swung open. But Phoenix...she could see the faint emotion that shone in your eyes. She saw how you laughed a bit harder in his presence, how he actually talked longer, how your hands brushed when you thought no one was looking. You were an open book, and Phoenix was rapidly turning the pages to see how this particular story came to an end.
"Phoenix—"
The call fell on deaf ears as she rejoined her boys. A seat procured for her by the pool table within seconds. They may give her shit left and right, but you caught the way respect bled from their hearts when she entered the scene. A comradery that left even you breathless.
They'd die for each other.
They nearly had.
You nearly wondered what that felt like: being so in tune with someone your whole body lit up when they entered a room. Yet the echo of the door swinging open—a cheer of a voice you recognized - yanked the breath from your lungs. Seconds passed like hours, and the hair on the back of your neck stood to attention, as you turned. Already searching the crowd for that someone—the other half of your cosmic connection.
If you had a favorite color before catching sight of his eyes, you couldn't remember it. The inclination of your favorite song was diminished the second his laughter fell upon your senses. You suddenly couldn't recall a day where you didn't breathe for him, where your life didn't hold meaning unless you shared a smile and said hello. He'd become the sun, and you found you didn't mind being dragged into his gravitational pull. As long as you could orbit around him without end.
"Penny!" Harvard yelled over the noise of Rooster doing encore number three of Great Balls of Fire. "Three beers please and thank you!"
You smiled into your beer, the bitter flavor flooding your taste buds as a third member of the dynamic duo appeared in their midst. His head turning, eyes flicking through the throng of people, as he searched rapidly. He smiled at Yale, nodded his head at a woman who rammed into him, and finally caught your gaze with a deep exhale.
And suddenly...you could breathe properly again.
He mumbled his farewells, snuck the beer off the counter, and slipped quietly towards you.
People believed he remained silent because Harvard and Yale were loud enough for him. You found he had plenty to say. As long as someone was willing to listen. If it were up to you, he'd never stop talking. Simply so you could hear the deep echo of his voice on a constant loop. Your favorite tune, ever since he caught your eye at basic training. The question of an empty chair beside you suddenly turning into so much more.
"You're still in your flight suit," you said, hoping the light airiness of your voice was enough to avoid thinking about how your skin turned hot the second he showed up.
When it came to Fritz...you became aware of yourself in a way that didn't exist. How you moved, how you spoke.
Before him you were in darkness. He simply figured out how to turn on the switch and allow light in.
"Yeah," he let out another breath, sipping at his beer. You tracked the drip of condensation that fell on his neck, your stomach twisting at the sight. "We got the ritual speech of why we didn't go. You know the one."
"Ah. The I'm sorry but you're still a great pilot speech."
He smiled and the ground vanished beneath you. "That exact one actually."
"I'm sure he...added a cherry on top of the bullshit."
Fritz choked, laughter spilling from his lips like a contagion you longed to catch. When he felt joy, you partook. When he laughed, you couldn't help yourself. He was an addiction. The reason why you even came to San Diego in the first place.
Whether he knew that was a different story altogether.
"I'm guessing you made it out early." His eyes fell to your white sundress, red flowers sprinkled along the near sheer fabric. "Nice dress," he mumbled into his drink, eyes a bit darker than before as they trailed upwards, stopping briefly at the way it was pulled into a tie above your breasts.
You'd done it into a mess of a bow, hoping the look didn't resemble too much of a present. His gaze barely came up to your eyes before falling again, transfixed by the sight. And you found you didn't mind if he unwrapped you with the same glee as a kid on his birthday. You wanted him to.
"Thanks," you replied softly, the quick echo of your heart deafening against the noise of the bar.
Rooster's name was being chanted like a prayer, his body shimmying and swaying as he began to start up another round of the same song. People were more than happy to sing along with him. Until the familiar hum of the jukebox prickled in the air, a slow song blaring from the speakers. You leaned up on your toes, eyes catching the sight of Hangman appearing from the back of it with a glare on his face. His middle finger directed towards a half drunk Rooster; who met him with a finger of his own.
"Serves Rooster right," you began, turning back to Fritz with a flutter of your skirt. "That would have been number four."
He snorted. "Only Rooster wouldn't get hit for that."
"Oh I'm pretty sure Hangman was five seconds away from it."
The Penguins crooned softly as people began to calm slightly, dispersing to tables and disappearing out the back towards the firepit. And you stood there silently with Fritz, your beer now tepid and disgusting. If you had the chance, you'd have asked him to head out to the firepit, but he turned back towards the bar. Probably for one more drink.
"Right." You pulled at the skirt of your dress.
You wanted to play it back, say something entirely different. Ask him to join you by the fire pit with another beer in his right hand and your palm in his left. But the words were stuck like molasses in the back of your throat, fighting against release. Phoenix was begrudgingly dancing with Bob, her lips refusing a smile that you knew lingered beneath the surface. And Fanboy sat beside Payback, crooning the lyrics as best they could.
The temptation to join them pulled at your chest, an echo of that yearning for comradery appearing again. Perhaps if you asked Fritz he'd say yes. You could follow their lead, enjoy the night before you went your separate ways once more.
You could pretend to be whole for one night.
And life would feel worth living.
"Hey Avalone—" You were stopped short by the sight of his hand stretched towards yours, his lips in a small smile that screamed hope. That pleaded for an answer to this unspoken question.
Like the rest of them...you replied silently. With the belief that words simply weren't enough in this situation.
Slipping your hand into his, you allowed him to lead you towards the empty spot near Phoenix and Bob. Dazed and slightly worried that the singular beer you drank was affecting you more than it should. Even as the actual reason had your hand clasped tight. You wanted to ask what effect he held over you, what intangible bond he created without your knowledge. It might give you an explanation as to why you felt this way: stuck in a dream filled haze, with only his light to guide you out.
And maybe one day Fritz would tell you he gripped you so tight for fear of him tripping. Maybe he'd finally explain why he told you so much, why his body buzzed the second you walked in a room. Maybe he'd tell you that he suspected he loved you after watching you fly a jet, but knew he loved you when you nearly toppled him over playing volleyball on the beach.
But for now...he expressed what he could without words. Afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd say the wrong ones.
With a swift turn, he tugged you closer on unsteady feet. A full smile pulling at his lips when you grasped his shoulders for balance.
He wouldn't let you fall. Not here...not in the sky as your wingman, and certainly not out of the love you felt for him. People said this emotion was fleeting. A lost fictitious hope that merely existed with words on a page, but there was no denying how his heart grew warmer when you were near. How he knew he could speak to you for hours at a time, yet never run out of things to say.
You were it.
That indescribable thing no one could give a name to.
"I didn't take you for the dancing type," you joked, swallowing around your nerves that jumped across your skin.
He stepped closer, his arm slipping around your waist. The way your chest hitched didn't go unnoticed by him; although rather than mention it, he put you out of your misery and kept speaking.
"I'm not."
"Let me guess...it's the song?"
He shrugged, swaying you into a gentle step you could follow with ease. "Well...it's not not the song."
A quick glance over told you that the Daggers were eyeing the both of you with great interest. As if you and Fritz were the entertainment they'd been searching for all night. The turning point of a love story they'd been a part of for years. The page sat ready to be turned, the final line of the novel practically burning a hole through the back cover, yet you couldn't read what it said.
"So it's...only the song?"
"No." If it were any other night, you'd be sharing a plate of nachos at a booth somewhere in the back. He'd be three stories deep into a conversation, and you'd be falling a bit harder the longer you listened.
Tonight however, he seemed—nervous.
"No?" You wanted to pry open his thoughts, see what he believed this was—what you were to him.
"If it wasn't the song? If I asked you because of something else, what would you do?" His hand clutched yours a bit tighter, the familiar callous on the base of his wrist helped keep you grounded.
"Depends on what it is." You sucked in a breath. "Will I...I've been thinking—"
"Yes?"
Your eyes met his softened gaze, the echo of an emotion you couldn't place shone in the deep brown. And you wanted to beg him to explain it to you. To tell you everything he'd never said out loud, in the hopes they mimicked what you held near and dear to your heart every day.
"Ever since I've known you...um..." Getting it out felt as if you were attempting to delicately attempt a surgery - prying them free from your chest with a chisel. "Actually since the day we met...fuck...it's not easy to say."
He tugged you a bit closer as he turned. "I know." He smiled, eyes falling to your lips, the curve of their shape, how they formed around his name. "It's not just the song. It's you."
Breathing no longer existed as the beat of your heart went haywire. Could he feel the pulse of it on your wrist? The way it bent and twisted as if leaping from your chest. You wanted to respond, tell him all the things that went unspoken, but once he found his words...they refused to go unheard.
"It's always been you. I should have told you before tonight. Believe me—I wanted to. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you." He let out a soft breathy laugh and you could practically taste his words on your tongue. "And I think you knew."
"Will..." Your teeth sunk into the flesh of your bottom lip, eyes falling to his as the words you longed to hear finally left them.
"I love you." The sting of tears burned your eyes, your hand clutching his shoulder harder as he kept going. "Since the first day." He laughed nervously and an image of him, you, and a house flashed through your mind. "Well actually. The day you knocked me on my ass playing volleyball is when I knew for sure."
"Yeah?" you murmured, fighting back the stream of tears.
He seemed to catch how the light illuminated them, his hand slipping from yours to cup your cheek. "Yeah. Only my girl could be that competitive."
His girl.
The story was written the day you greeted him with a smile. The ending inscribed into your futures with permanent ink, carved into the rock of your headstones. And you could see it now—the familiar dip in the road that matched his perfectly. Falling in love with Fritz was always in the cards. A play you had no choice but to make.
He was your forever the second you shared the same oxygen.
"Fritz..."
He smiled, thumb running across the apple of your cheek. "Yeah baby?"
Chills ran down your spine as heat spilled into your stomach. The polarity of the two nearly toppled you to the ground, but he held you tight. Unwilling to let you go.
The song was slowly coming to the final chorus—the noise of the bar didn't register to your ears anymore as you hung onto his every word. Desperate for him to say those three words over and over and over. Until he lost all the breath in his lungs.
"I hope you know I love you."
His lips pulled into a smile that held your attention in its grasp. What you wouldn't give to see that every morning and night. To be the sole reason why something so beautiful appeared. He smiled and you felt the gravity beneath your feet give way, your stomach bursting to life with a flurry of butterflies.
"I should have said it before this mission. Or even a year ago. But I was scared you didn't feel the same wa—"
With a soft chuckle, he dipped down slightly, catching your lips with his softly. And every thought, every explanation you could give him, died on your tongue. He was gentle with you, as if this was a new version of the dance you'd shared throughout the years. The steps, familiar yet foreign enough to trip you up. It wasn't until you sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, your hand finding its way to the hair on the base of his neck, did the hesitation fall away.
He itched to haul you to his chest and properly kiss you. But the burn of eyes prickled along his back. There was an audience, witnesses to the first step into your future, and Fritz felt himself tense slightly. If he had a choice, he'd show you how long he wanted this. How he ached for this.
He'd make up for lost time.
The song filtered to an end, a new one he couldn't place starting up. He refused to pull away.
With a sigh, you melted into his hold, a noise echoing in the back of your throat as his tongue slid along yours. The tang of his beer mixing with yours. He kissed you with the promise of more, the knowledge that tonight you'd take his hand and follow him home. You felt his hand bunch the skirt at your back, fingers digging into your waist, and you moaned softly—desperate for his skin to sear yours.
"Get a room, lovebirds!" Hangman shouted, leaning against the jukebox beer in hand. Yet he let the quarter in his hand slide through the slot, another love song clicking to life as he complained with a smile.
Fritz jolted back, his lips swollen and vibrating. He could still taste you on his tongue, still hear the echo of your moan in his head. You looked dazed, almost lovestruck. And suddenly he understood what it really meant to be hungry.
"Remind me to thank Hangman later," he mumbled against your lips, addicted to the way they curved beneath his.
"He'll take credit for this."
He shrugged. "I'm okay with that."
You locked your other arm around his neck, nose brushing his as you eyed his lips. The red stain on his cheeks had your heart skipping as many beats as it could. What you wouldn't give to have a picture of him like this. Stuck in a haze of love that you put him in.
With a stupefied grin, you felt him start to lead you through the next dance. The steps perfectly in tune with his—as it was always meant to be. "So am I."
tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship
even when you're separated from fritz, you're always on his mind! however, he does give you all the space you need in this relationship, as he believes it's important that you both follow your passions and don't hold each other back
he's secretly working on a puppet version of yourself, to cure his loneliness when you're not around. he's not making a secret out of it, but he doesn't want you to feel guilty for leaving him alone at times
he's a very protective person and as a former mercenary, he knows just how to keep you safe! he doesn't like you wandering around outside of town without him, wanting to always keep you safe
and of course, he wants you to get along with his daughter! it takes drossel and you a while before you can actually meet, but fritz wants his daughter's blessing for his relationship with you
Doing one of these character things because they're fun! :3
Prompt: You discover he's ticklish.
Mike / Michael Afton:
Mike was just showing you how well he could shoot hoops in basketball. You run over to high-five him, and pull him into a hug. Unfortunately for him, your fingers decide to feel along the fabric of his jersey. You think it's a nice material.
You did not expect to hear him flinch and giggle.
Uh oh.
Mike blushes and goes to explain it away, but it's too late. You figured it out.
Tickle time! :D Michael bursts into laughter and flails as you tickle him everywhere!
Luckily it's a private session.
Michael's worst spots are his sides, hips, and ears. (Yes, just gently brush your fingers along them.)
Most ticklish to pokes.
Will take revenge immediately! This man will not have mercy until you beg and apologize!
Cuddles afterwards. With hot tea. :)
Jeremy:
It's actually he that tickles you first.
Did it to get your attention.
You squeal and give him a 'don't do that again!' look. Even though you secretly want him to do it again…
The next time you see him, it's revenge time! You sneak up behind him and pull him into a hold, tickling his ribs by tapping them rhythmically.
But wait, dear reader! Canon Jeremy is brave, and likes a challenge! Get ready for your doom! :D
Jeremy squirms, defiantly fighting your grasp until he gets loose. Then he pulls you into his arms and tickles you, giving you the same opportunity to get away.
You do, and then you look up at him knowingly. The two of you would have many tickle fights in the coming weeks!
Worst spots are his ribs, armpits, and face (Brush his nose or his cheeks with a feather)
Feathers or feather-light touches get him best.
Will want a movie afterwards and shares hot apple cider.
Fritz:
Yes, Fritz is his own person! Huzzah! :D
Fritz is surprisingly shy. The first time you tickled him, you did it to tease. He blushed and squirmed away immediately.
We'll say he's generous. Generous with sharing his food, and generous with tickles! If you tell him, you want a tickle fight, he will gladly give you what you ask for!
Laughs easily, and rather ticklish. But always afraid he'll hurt you… This is why he tends to lose tickle fights. Poor Fritz!
Whether you are dating him, or are just friends, he will always tickle you in the ways you prefer. :) Gentleman!
Worst spots are his armpits, tummy, and legs. Feet are also a big contender!
Equally sensitive to whatever tickle tool you want to use. Go crazy!
Soft cuddles afterwards, which usually ends in the two of you falling asleep.
William:
Are you sure you want this man to tickle you…? Really sure…?
Okay then… but be warned. This man is merciless.
It's probably safest to just let him tickle you first. He does end up tickling all of his employees eventually - controversial as that may be…
He will usually sneak up behind someone and playfully pinch their hips, reminding them to smile in a sultry tone.
After hearing your laugh, he wants more. And strange though it is, you end up wanting more too.
Tickle the Weem! :D Ahem. I mean William. Heh.
Wait, that's right! Nicknames. Be playful, and he may be more likely to tickle you.
Anyways, as I was saying: tickle him back! He lets out a low chuckle, not wanting to embarrass himself. But if you continue, you'll end up hearing high pitched squeals, and begging for mercy!
Whatever you do, don't interrogate him while tickling! He'll see it as a betrayal. It's a grave mistake (literally).
But seriously. Screams like a little girl. Have mercy on him! (Or don't. :3)
Worst spots: feet, back, scalp.
Most ticklish to: paintbrushes.
Aftercare? Nah. He's too embarrassed and just wants to recover in his office alone!
Phone Guy / Scott:
My sweet baby boy angel! <3333333333333333 Protect this man's smile 2kforever.
You know what they say: The more anxious someone is, the more ticklish they are! (It's science.) Poor darlin' can't catch a break.
Really get to know him as a friend, build trust, and show him you genuinely care. If you do this, his laughter will be all the more sweet. <3
It will definitely be a love language thing for him. Hold him close, cuddle him, and then tickle him. He will have so much fun, and you will as well! :)
Has the kind of laugh that can heal people. Seriously, it's something special.
Everyone at work knows how ticklish he is. (Again, poor darlin'!) If someone simply drags their finger along his back, or taps his shoulder, he will squeal!
But it's okay. He's not too worried, because he has you around to protect him. <3
With permission, he will tickle you back. And he will tease you about all the things that make you precious while he does so!
What goes around comes around! Tickle him back, and hear that precious laugh! (Compliment him too, but only in private, because he gets emotional.)
Worst spots: navel, knees, neck.
Most ticklish to: scrub brushes (only on "tough" spots)
Despite usually losing a tickle fight, he will offer comfort to you afterwards. Lay on top of him, and make him feel safe and loved too. <3
characters: bradley bradshaw, reader, billy avalone (fritz), natasha trace, the squad
warnings: angst, heartbreak, loss of feelings, unrequited love, forgiveness, i believe that’s all
word count: ~2.2k
a/n: this is inspired by a song and more specifcally this tiktok
also, most of this will be in a memory
post 2/3?
quick summary: you had fallen in love with bradley - who just didn’t like you that much
You looked in the mirror, adjusting your outfit for going to the beach with your boyfriend.
“Honey, are you sure you’re okay with going? He’s gonna be there,” Fritz asked, wiping down his sunglasses on his shirt. You nodded, “I’ll be okay, Billy. I promise.” He slipped his sunglasses on, “Okay, but if you get even the slightest bit uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll leave.” “Okay.”
Truth was, you would be just fine. You had come to terms with your break up with Bradley Bradshaw a long time ago. You no longer held ill feelings towards the man and were actually thankful for the breakup; it led you to the man in front of you that loved you with everything he had and didn’t have.
You gave Fritz a big smile and grabbed his hand, “Come on, I know you hate being late.”
********
As Billy drove from your place to the Hard Deck, you couldn’t help but to think about your relationship with Bradley.
You hadn’t really spoken sense the break up, getting the occasional update from Natasha on how he was.
But now you were about to see him and you had no idea what to say.
****
You were Natasha's roommate for the longest time. You’ve been friends with her ever since middle school and you stayed best friends as you got older.
That’s how you met Bradley.
Phoenix had come home one holiday season with a stray attached to her hip.
“Y/N, this is Rooster, he’s the one I’ve been telling you about. Rooster, this is my roommate and best friend, Y/N.” He shook your hand, “Nice to meet you, Phoenix has told me a lot about you.” You smiled, “Same here, it’s nice to put a face to the name. Well, face to the call sign.”
He laughed at your little joke and you thought it may have been the prettiest laugh you had ever heard.
****
It hadn’t taken you long to fall for him, it was quite easy actually.
Bradley had done everything right, whether he did it consciously or not. You had fallen in love.
And Bradley thought he had as well. You were great; beautiful, funny, sensitive, and caring. He definitely had some feelings for you, but he incorrectly labeled them.
But he didn’t know. So, he acted on his feelings and asked you on a date – to which of course you said yes.
Things were great for the first few months, but then Bradley realized that he didn’t love you like he originally thought. But he wanted this to work, he really did, and you were so happy, he didn’t want to hurt you. So he kept up his act.
However, he fell into a routine.
And that routine lasted for months before you decided to stop denying it.
“Hey, Bradley, can we talk?” You asked over the phone, biting your nail as you leaned on the kitchen counter. Your heart was racing as you tried not to sound like you had been crying. “Yeah of course. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
Rooster had also reached his breaking point with his charade. He needed to come clean and break up with you before it eventually turned into fighting. Maybe you could try again later; you know ‘right person, wrong time’.
When Bradley got to yours and Natasha’s place, he went in and found you on the couch.
You were hugging a pillow and staring blankly at the coffee table.
He cautiously sat down beside you, “Hey, what’s up Sweetheart?” You rested your chin on top of the pillow. “Do you like me?” He blinked for a second, processing your question. “Of course I like you.”
That’s when you looked at him, “But do you love me?”
His throat dried up. Neither of you had said the three words yet, but you had other ways of saying it.
“Where is this coming from?” He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear but you dodged his hand. “Y/N…”
You sniffled, “Are you trying to hurt me? Was this whole relationship just a scheme to get off on making someone fall in love with you?” You didn’t yell the words, barely said them above a whisper – mainly because you were just speaking from a place of pain and insecurity and didn’t really believe them.
But you wanted him to see what his actions, no matter how they were intended, had done to you.
“No. God, no, Y/N. I would never want to hurt you-” “Well you did, Rooster.” This time you practically hissed out the call sign like it burnt your tongue. But you still didn’t raise your voice, and that’s what hit him the hardest.
You started to play with your nails, picking at the skin around them and not looking at the pilot anymore.
“We need to break up.”
Rooster nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. “I think that might be the best for now. But please know I didn’t intend to hurt you…”
You weren’t sure why you expected him to fight and want to stay together. He had checked out a while ago.
You looked up at him, a tear slipping past your eye that he wanted to wipe away. “Then why did you do it?” He opened his mouth, but his words had left him.
There was no reasoning of his actions that would change how you felt or what they did to you. He closed his mouth and frowned, disappointed in himself.
Nodding and tonguing your lip, you played with the throw pillow. “You should go. I don’t want Nat to see us like this.”
Rooster swallowed, but nodded, “Okay.” He slowly stood up, pausing as if he were about to say something. But instead he gently left a lingering kiss on your cheek, his mustache consequently catching the tear that fell. “I’m sorry.”
He walked to the door, opening it and pausing to look at you, “Goodbye, Y/N.” “Goodbye, Bradley.”
Bradley leaned against the door and ran his hand down his face.
He was relieved to not be acting anymore, but he felt horrible for how he hurt you. He pushed off the door and went to his Bronco.
****
When Phoenix came home she found you stirring tea while staring down at the table.
She sat her gym bag down, eyes skeptical as she walked up to you. She sat down across from you, gently lifting your chin. “Hey honey, what’s wrong?”
You sniffled and pulled back from her, “Rooster and I broke up.”
Her jaw dropped. She had thought you both were great together. “What happened? I thought you guys were in love?”
You pushed away from the table, standing up and throwing your arms out, “Well you thought wrong Nat!” She flinched a little, not expecting the outburst. You took a few deep, angry breaths in through your nose as you paced.
But they soon turned into short breaths that then turned into sobs as you slid down the wall and cried into your hands.
Nat was right by your side, “Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She pulled you into her lap and your head fell onto her shoulder, “What did I do wrong?” Her fingers combed through your hair, “Nothing, you did nothing wrong.”
She sighed, “Maybe it was just a ‘right person, wrong time’ situation. Rooster’s never been great at expressing his emotions. Give him time.”
“Give him time…”
*****
You tried but you couldn’t do it.
Then you got a job offer and, despite it moving you states away for your best friend, you took it.
And that’s how you met the aviator that currently held your heart and had shown you just how much he loved you everyday.
**********
“Y/N? Sweetheart, we’re here,” Fritz pulled you out of your memory.
“Hm? Oh, okay,” you reached down to unbuckle your belt, but his hand stopped you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You smiled and kissed his cheek, “I’m positive.” He smiled and kissed your lips.
You went through the Hard Deck to get to the beach, saying ‘hi’ to Jimmy as you passed the bar and grabbed a drink.
When you got to the beach, Fritz introduced you to everyone.
“Y/N! Oh my gosh! Is that you?” You wiped around at the sound of Phoenix’s voice. “Phoenix!” You ran up to her and embraced her, nearly falling into the sand.
You hadn’t seen her in so long, but when Billy told you she was on with this detachment you were ecstatic to see her.
“I can’t believe you’re here! What are you doing here?” She asked when you pulled away. “I’m here with my boyfriend.” “Boyfriend? Who?”
Fritz wrapped his arms around you, “That would be me, Nix.” “Fritz?! You’re with Fritz Avalone?” You nodded, smiling at him before looking at her, “The one and only.” Billy kissed your cheek before leaving to go set up the bonfire.
Phoenix smiled and squeezed your arm, “You look really happy.” You nodded, looking at where Billy was tossing sand at Harvard. “I am. He makes me so happy. I love him so much.”
Nat couldn’t help but the soaring of her heart. She loved to see you so happy. You’re her best friend and after what happened with Rooster, seeing you so in love, more in love than you had been with Rooster, made her happy for you.
Bradley was happy for you too.
He had made a snack run and when he came back, he saw Fritz tackling you into the sand.
When Phoenix had told him what happened after he left, he felt terrible. He tried to talk to you and reconcile, maybe become friends, but you ignored him. You’d cut him off completely.
And he couldn’t blame you. He’d hurt you; you had every right to not want to talk to him or see him.
He watched from afar, seeing you smile and laugh with Billy. He wanted to wait for you to approach him, let you set the pace.
And after a while you had caught his eye from across the beach as Fritz twirled you. But you didn’t come up to him.
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After Fritz danced with you in the sand and the sun got close to setting, Billy left to get the fire started.
You went over to the cooler and grabbed two beers.
“Hey, Y/N.” Rooster’s timid voice hit your ears from behind you.
You turned and smiled at him, “Hi, Bradley.” He glanced over to where Fritz was, “So, you and Avalone?” You nodded, smiling over your shoulder and Billy, “Yeah, me and Avalone.”
You met each other’s eyes again and he smiled at you, “You seem happy.” “I’m very happy.” He nodded, “That’s good. I’m glad.” “Thank you.”
It was silent for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” Rooster apologized, breaking the uncomfortable air.
You shook your head, “It’s okay.” “It’s not. You didn’t deserve what I did.” “I know, but I’m not upset. Not anymore. I came to terms with it.”
He was confused. “But I-” “I know, Brad. It took me a while, but I realized something when I was healing.” His eyes lit up with curiosity, but he didn’t ask.
“Phoenix had told me something that day, that maybe we were just a case of ‘right person, wrong time’ but that’s not what you were,” you sat down in a beach chair and he followed suit.
“I had made you out to be this villain after we broke up,” you chuckled sadly. “But you weren’t some evil mastermind, you didn’t try to hurt me on purpose.”
He cut in, “But I did-” You held a hand up, “Let me finish.”
You sighed, “I thought that you wanted to attempt and ruin my life, with the whole act you put up those last few months.” You grabbed his hands, “But, I know now, that it wasn’t deliberate. It wasn’t some big plan or grad scheme. You didn’t target me, you’d never do that. And I know that.” You sighed again, pulling your hands away to wipe them on your legs.
“But I am an idiot,” you chuckled again. “So it’s not your fault that I fell in love with someone who just didn’t like me that much.”
Rooster gave you a sad smile, “I truly am sorry for my actions. But I want to emphasize that my loss of feelings had nothing to do with you. They just-” “Roos, I get it. Things happen, feelings change. Maybe they weren’t there to begin with and it felt like it was too late to go back. But I’m not angry with you anymore.”
“So you forgive me?” You rested a hand on his arm, “I forgave you a long time ago.” You stood up and brought him with you. You gave him a hug.
You pulled back, “So forgive yourself, Rooster.” He nodded and ran a hand over his mouth. You gave him a smile before grabbing the two drinks and going over to Fritz.
“Here’s your drink.” Billy took it and smiled, “Thank you.” He kissed your forehead, “What did you and Bradshaw talk about?”
You smiled and glanced over at where Rooster was talking to Maverick. He looked at you and smiled back, giving you a nod and tipping his drink at you.
You let out a sigh of relief, this weight being lifted off your chest.
“I forgave him.”
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Summary: Your boyfriends have a better way of celebrating the 4th of July
Pairing: Billy "Fritz" Avalone x reader x Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia
Warnings: poly throuple, pwp, threesome, dp (I was peer pressured into it), anal(not very detailed), pet names in their respective languages, unprotected sex, creampie, pure smut, MDNI 18+
You should've seen this coming. The mischievous looks they'd share as they watched you at the beach. The lingering touches they'd leave on your bare skin. Their extra uses of praise in your ear. You could practically feel the eagerness radiating off of their bodies when they excused yourselves to go home and rest before meeting back up at the Hard Deck for the fireworks later.
Their hands and mouths were immediately on you the moment you entered your home. When you land on the bed as their mouths leave love bites along your neck, you glance at your window left open to let the hot air out.
"T-the window! People will hear us!" You weakly plead but neither care to close it.
"Don't worry about it bal, the fireworks should be starting soon. Which means..." Billy lays you down with a cocky grin, "you can be as loud as you want. No one will hear us."
Now they have you lay spread out on the bed naked, sheets soaked with your releases, and well past the time you told everyone you'd meet back up at the Hard Deck.
"You're doing so good mi amor. You look so beautiful. That's it, that's it cum for us." Mickey coos from his spot next to you. He caresses your cheeks while your thighs continue to shake from the orgasm Billy just gave you.
Your chest heaves for air as and you loosen your knuckles which have turned white from clutching the sheets beneath you. "I- fuck" you try to speak but no words come out.
"I know mi amor, you're sensitive but you still have enough energy for us right?" Mickey asks with that soft, mocking tone of his as he brushes a few strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.
"Think she can take it?" Billy lays on your other side, his hand trailing down to your sensitive clit. He chuckles when you flinch, still coming down from the high he gave you from his mouth.
"She can." Mickey tells him before turning his attention right back to you. "Right mi vida? You can take us, be good for us?"
You swallow down the moan from Billy's feather light touches on your clit before nodding. "I can take it. I wanna be good for you."
Mickey smiles and places a sweet kiss on your lips. "That's our girl."
Billy tilts your head so he can kiss you too. His hands grab your waist, "get on all fours mahal." You weakly sit up and Billy helps you maneuver yourself to do as he says. Mickey sits against the headboard so that his aching cock is right in front of your face.
Your eyes widen at how red his tip is, it looks painful. "Let me help you with that baby." You look up at him through your lashes as you take him in your hand, loving the way it twitches just from your gaze.
"You know I can never say no to you cariño." He gently places his hand on the back of your head and nods, guiding your mouth to his dick. "Mierda"(fuck) he groans when you leave kitten licks on his tip, cleaning the precum off of him.
He throws his head back when you lick up his shaft before taking him in your mouth. Billy watches the scene unfold behind you as he strokes himself. He looks down to your pussy, smiling when he sees you clench around nothing everytime Mickey makes a noise of pleasure.
"Looks like you need something to fill you up sinta. I'll help you with that." He grabs your hips and spreads your slick with the tip of his cock before slowly sliding in.
You moan around Mickey at the full feeling. "Tangina(fuck) you're so tight." Billy groans when he bottoms out. "No matter how many times we fuck you, you're still so tight."
Your ears are filled with the sounds of groaning from both men, the slick wetness from your saliva on Mickey, the sloshing of your cunt taking Billy between your legs, and his skin colliding with yours. All of your senses are engulfed with them.
"Your mouth feels heavenly mi amor. Was thinking of this earlier when we got ice cream, seeing you lick up the cone as it melted. Wanted nothing more than to replace it with my cock." Mickey hisses when you start massaging his balls.
"And this" Billy says with a slap to your ass "has been tempting me all fucking day! Couldn't help but stare while you wore your thin bikini. Almost had to punch Jake when he looked." He lands another smack on your ass cheek before soothingly massaging it.
"You're so beautiful mi vida, I need to feel you. Fritz it's my turn" Mickey removes your mouth and looks to Billy who doesn't budge. His eyes are shut and he's in his own world of pleasure. "Fritz!"
"Fuck no! I'm not done back here." His eyes open and his gaze falls to your asshole. He places his thumb on it before barely pushing in. "I have an idea."
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"Oh my god! You're gonna rip me apart!" You try to keep your body relaxed as both men settle into you on both ends. You've never felt so full in your entire life. "I- I can't!"
"C'mon cariño, dont give up on us now. We're celebrating." Mickey coos as he places soft kisses along your skin. He places his thumb on your clit and starts rubbing circles to hopefully ease the pain.
"It's okay mahal just relax for us sige? Just keep breathing." Billy places a kiss on the back of your shoulder. "Doing so good for us just breathe." You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes as you nod.
Mickey starts moving slowly, giving you something you're used to first before Billy starts moving. "Eres tan hermosa" (you're so beautiful) Mickey whispers before leaning up to take one of your tits into his mouth. Luckily the sensation of him fucking your pussy and rubbing your clit eases the pain fairly quickly.
You hear Billy groan behind you before placing his forehead against your back. "So tight! So good! I could get used to this."
"Me too," Mickey groans, biting his lip as he continuously thrusts his hips up into you. "What about you corazón? Think you'll let us have you like this more?"
The lights from the fireworks seep through the windows, illuminating Mickey's face beneath you with an array of beautiful colors. You can't see Billy behind you but you can assume he looks the same.
It's not until you feel Mickey squeeze your hips that you realize he asked you something and you nod.
"Yeah? It feels good? No more pain?" The loud moan that you let out is enough of an answer.
"There you have it" Billy chuckles. He looks down to where you swallow him and groans. "She's taking me so deep. Gripping me like a vice! Gonna make me cum."
The atmosphere around you was surrounded by the sounds of both men's moans along with yours and the smell of nasty sex. The loud boom sounds outside hopefully drown out your sounds of pleasure from neighbors. And even if they don't, you can't find it in you to care.
The overall sensation you were feeling from everything became so overwhelming. Both men felt you clench down, knowing you were nearing your climax.
"You gonna cum bal? Make us proud?"
You nod, "yes! I wanna make you so proud! Please keep going don't stop!" Billy wraps his arms around your front and tugs you back against his chest, as he speeds his thrusts. The delicious burning sensation in your ass intensifies with each sharp thrust.
He tilts your head to the side so he can kiss you, sloppily but no less passionate. Mickey groans at the sight before glancing down to where the two of you meet. With as much energy he can muster up, he quickens his thrusts harder.
"I'm gonna cum! Take me!" You throw your head back against Billy's shoulder as they continuously abuse your ass and cunt, your whole body shaking intensely.
"Right behind you mi amor! Ay dios mio!"
"Pakshet!"
Their hips stutter before you feel warm liquid dripping down your legs. Your body falls limp against Billy's chest. "Mahal kita."(I love you) You tell him, tilting your face to kiss him. After he responds, you weakly lower down to Mickey to kiss him too. "Te amo."(I love you).
After cleaning you up, they lay on either side of you. Mickey opens his phone to see a bunch of texts in the group chat. "Bob said everyone's leaving the Hard Deck. He's asking if we want them to wait."
Billy waves him off, "nah. We had more fun celebrating here."
Mickey chuckles, "happy birthday America."
"Thank you for your service." You tell them with a salute, causing them to chuckle before attacking you with kisses.
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Summary: Your boyfriends, Fritz and Fanboy take you out flying for the first time.
Pairing: poly!Fritz x reader x poly!fanboy
Warnings: poly relationship, kissing, flying
A/n: idk if anyone will even read this since it's pretty niche but I needed to get this out of my head
You hear Fanboy's car pull up outside and you remove yourself from Fritz' grasp, much to his dismay. "Mickey!" You squeal as you excitedly run over to him. He catches you in his arms and melts into your kiss. "Hey babe, what's going on? What are we doing here?"
"Billy is gonna take me flying!" Mickey raises a brow at Fritz who appears behind you. He places you down but keeps his hands on your waist. "Is that so? And what plane are you gonna use?"
"Mav said I could borrow his." He gestures to the Mustang plane sitting in Maverick's personal hangar.
Mickey looks hesitant as his eyes switch from the plane, to Fritz, to you. "Mmm I dunno. I think you'll need a wingman."
Fritz's mouth opens in a silent "oh" shape and points to his friend. "You're right! Do you have anyone in mind?" He chuckles when Mickey rolls his eyes and pats him on the shoulder.
"I'll go call Payback." Mickey would fly a second plane himself but that's not his department. He's a weapons system operator and backseater for Payback.
"No need." He looks up from his phone and sees his partner. "Fritz already called me before you got here. Y'know this is some pretty risky shit the three of you are doing." He places his hands on his hips and looks at his three friends.
When Payback first found out about your guys' relationship, he found it odd at first. He figured the three of you would break up or you'd choose one over the other. But a year into the relationship, he's realized he was mistaken. Somehow the three of you had made it work and who is he to question his friends' happiness?
"Well Y/n said she wanted to be in the air, so I figured why don't we take her?" Fritz wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer before nuzzling his face into your neck. You giggle as you hold the back of his head against you.
"So what plane are we gonna be using if you're using Mav's?" Fanboy asks him.
"Mav said he was gonna handle that." As if on cue, you hear the sound of a plane nearing.
"Well speak of the devil." Maverick lowers the plane and gets out. "How much trouble do you think he's gonna be in?" Mickey whispers to Billy.
"So much" He replies and grabs your hand to greet Maverick.
As Fanboy helps you get settled in the back of Maverick's mustang plane, Fritz is up front checking all of the controls. Mickey gives you a kiss before you put your helmet on.
"Hey," he places his hand on Fritz's shoulder, "you take good care of our girl alright?"
"Don't I always?" Fritz winks at Fanboy who just shakes his head with a smile.
You've always heard your boyfriends talk about how cool it is to be in the sky. Living out their childhood dreams of flying like a bird. You never knew just how amazing it would truly be.
The experience was absolutely magical! Everyone below you looked like tiny ants in a doll-sized play set. You wave at Payback and Fanboy when their plane appears beside yours.
"How do you feel Y/n? Is it everything you imagined?" You hear Fanboy's voice say through the coms.
"It's so much better!" You shout into the coms, making all three men wince. "Oops, sorry." You give an apologetic smile to Payback who jokingly glares at you and shakes his head disapprovingly while Mickey just laughs.
"Hey babe, wanna try something cool?" Fritz asks. He doesn't wait for a response, knowing you'd be down for anything. Next thing you know, the two of you do a loop and you cheer in excitement. It felt like a rollercoaster but so much cooler.
"Yo Fritz, how 'bout we show your girl some real speed?" Payback winks at your boyfriend who signals him back in agreement.
"Oh shit," Fanboy chuckles, already knowing what's about to happen. "Mi amor, you better hold on tight."
You do as he says and they begin to count down. Your back gets pinned against the seat when Fritz and Payback start to race. You could hardly move but the adrenaline rush was absolutely thrilling.
When the plane lands back on the ground outside of Maverick's hangar, Mickey offers his hand to help you down. "That was so much fun!" You jump in his arms, unable to contain the excitement you were feeling. He laughs, clearly enjoying the adrenaline high you were still on.
When Fritz steps down, you immediately run into his arms next. "Thank you for taking me up there Billy! It was amazing! I love you so much!" He picks you up and spins you around.
"I love you too mahal! Anything to make our girl happy." He kisses you and sets you back down on your feet.
"So, what'd you think Y/n?" Maverick walks over to the three of you.
"It was awesome! Thanks for letting us borrow your plane Mav." You walk over and pull him in for a hug which he accepts.
"Anyway I'm famished! Hard Deck?" Mickey asks you.
"Yessss please!" You tell Billy that you'll ride with Mickey. He gives you a kiss and tells you he'll meet you there before getting in his own car.
You hold Mickey's hand on the drive to Hard Deck. "Today was really fun. I love you so much Mickey." You kiss his arm and he glances at you with a smile. He brings your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. "I love you too mi amor."
