Can you do something with Pete from the Eltingville Club maybe dating headcanons or something?
of course!! thanks so much for the request (╯▽╰ )
being in a relationship with pete would include...
like most of the members, he isn't too big on public displays of affection. especially if you're in the club. but he's much more touchy in private.
he keeps things that remind him of you, like pictures, hair ties, or your favorite gum flavor.
he's the worst person ever to sleep in the same bed with, you need to have a pillow separating you guys. or else you'll either wake up on the floor cause he kicked you off by accident, or his drool in your hair.
he's crazy freaky. he'll turn anything you say into something sexual. it doesn't matter
he's so embarrassed of his family he drags you into his room IMMEDIATELY whenever you come over. his mothers too doting, and his brothers are douches.
but whenever he's around your family, he switches personalities so quick it gives you whiplash. he's a complete gentleman around them.
he loves to play fight. it's always a wrestling match between you two, and you always pretend to actually get hurt so you can sneak attack him. but he eventually stopped believing you, so good luck whenever you for real get hurt!
he calls you the cringiest nicknames ever; woman, tits, nips, babe, babygirl if he feels like messing with you.
after arguments, he doesn't really apologize. it's mainly in a condescending way, like he actually doesn't believe it hurt your feelings. if you express that he did, he'll call you too sensitive.
''y'know i didn't really mean itt.. c'mon.''
he's very awkward with comforting people. but the most he can do is give you a very short hug, and attempt to get your mind off of whatever's upsetting you.
he'll force you to watch his favorite movies with him 'cause that's the only way of bonding and showing a more lovey-dovey side of affection without feeling like a fairy. it doesn't matter if you're not into horror, either.
he does that corny thing where you pretend to yawn and stretch to put your arm around the other's shoulder.
i'd honestly like to think he starts shaking like a scared chihuahua when you ignore him for too long, but i might just be dreamingg..
if you're gothic, he fucking loves watching you get ready. he'd be on cloud 9 if you offered to do juggalo makeup for him.
he loves seeing his clothes on you. it doesn't matter what size you are, wear his jacket as a blanket!
mainly cause he's got this weird thing for scents, after showers he just needs to sniff you for a while. maybe it's cause of his surroundings that're filled with pure filth, so having something that smells nice, like you, is a necessity.
he's actually a semi-okay boyfriend once you get past the gore fetish!
'' i love myself, i want you to love me, when i feel down, i want you above me ''
The campus was already getting dark when I finally walked out of the university building, a bag full of papers digging into my shoulder. I was exhausted. Not dramatic exhausted, just properly worn out, the kind where your eyes burn a bit and every sound feels louder than usual.
I pushed my hair back with one hand, already mentally listing everything I still had to do that night. Revise the different theories. Finish the statistics assignment and the final project. Answer emails. Prepare the presentation. Sleep maybe three hours before the exam. These final weeks of university were gonna kill me.
My boots hit the pavement slowly as I headed toward the exit of the campus. Then I saw him.
Pete was leaning against the black railings outside the campus gates, hands in his coat pockets, looking entirely too comfortable for someone waiting in the freezing London evening. The second he spotted me, his whole face changed.
I blinked in surprise. “...Pete?”
He grinned lazily. “Alright, baby?”
The tiredness left my face instantly. “Oh my God.”
I crossed the pavement quickly and practically threw myself at him. Pete laughed softly as he caught me against him, arms wrapping around my waist immediately.
“Easy girl...” he murmured into my hair.
I hugged him tighter, burying my face into his chest for a second.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“Supposed to be a surprise, wasn’t it?”
“You idiot,” I muttered affectionately. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” he smirked. “Could tell. Nearly cracked me ribs.”
I looked up at him finally, black eyeliner slightly smudged from the long day, silver rings cold against his coat as I kept my hands on him. Then Pete reached into his coat dramatically.
“Got somethin’ for ya.”
I raised an eyebrow. “If that’s another stolen traffic cone...”
“Oi.”
He pulled out a single dark red rose from inside his coat. Immediately my expression softened.
“Oh…”
Pete watched my face carefully, smug already. I took the flower carefully like it was something fragile. “You brought me a rose…”
“Course I did.”
I smiled tiredly but genuinely, running my thumb over the petals.
It wasn’t unusual. Pete gave me flowers randomly all the time. Sometimes after matches, sometimes after fights, sometimes because he passed a shop and thought I’d like them. Once he’d shown up with dying supermarket tulips and said, dead serious, “They looked depressed. Reminded me of you during exam week.”
But still. I loved it every time.
“You’re cute,” I murmured.
“Don’t say that too loud.”
I laughed softly. Then Pete tilted his head slightly.
“So…” he said casually. “Any chance me girlfriend’s got a free hour tonight for me?”
Immediately my face fell apologetically. “Oh, Pete…”
“Ah. Here we go.”
“No listen, seriously, I’m dying this week.” I adjusted the heavy bag on my shoulder. “I’ve got the exam tomorrow, two assignments due, I had classes all day, and I literally took time off work at the bar tonight just to survive all this...”
Pete nodded solemnly like a disappointed father. “Right tragic.”
“I’m serious.”
“I can tell.”
“I haven’t slept properly in like four days.”
“Yeah,” he said, looking at my face carefully. “Can tell that too...”
I rolled my eyes and hit his chest lightly with the rose.
“But like… maybe we can grab food quickly? Or somethin’? I just genuinely have so much to do tonight...”
Pete stared at me for a second, fighting a grin.
"So that's it?"
"Pete, I..."
"I know, I know..."
"I promise after tomorrow I'm all yours..."
Pete smirked, "That bad? I can't even nick an hour today?"
I sighed, looking down, thinking. He was making it difficult because there was nothing more I wanted than to be with him after weeks apart.
“Come on, darlin'. Not even for today?”
I frowned slightly. “What d’you mean?”
Pete just looked at me for a second before casually reciting the date.
Silence. I froze.
Then my eyes widened. “Oh my God.”
Pete burst out laughing instantly.
“No no no...” I grabbed his coat with both hands, horrified. “Pete I forgot...”
“You absolutely forgot.”
“I thought it was next week!”
“Mhmm.”
“Oh my God.”
I actually looked devastated now, immediately hugging him again tightly.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I swear to God I knew it was around now...”
Pete was already laughing against my hair, one hand rubbing slowly up and down my back.
“Relax.”
“No because that’s awful...”
“Jade...”
“I completely forgot our anniversary.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
I groaned into his chest dramatically. “I’m the worst girlfriend alive.”
“Nah.”
“Yes I am.”
“Nah,” he repeated calmly. “You’re just stressed out of your skull.”
I pulled back enough to look at him properly.
“You’re not upset?”
Pete shrugged lightly. “I just wanted to see ya. Seeing ya now, ain’t I?”
“But still...”
“You reckon I care more about some date than makin' sure you're alright?”
My expression softened immediately. God. This man.
“Anyway. I reckoned there was a pretty decent chance you'd forget.”
“Pete!”
“So I came prepared emotionally.”
I laughed despite myself, wiping at my face tiredly.
“You’re annoyingly understanding.”
“Yeah well. One of us has to be mature.”
“That is objectively not true.”
“Shut up.”
He kissed my forehead quickly. Then I sighed.
“Okay. I really do need to study…”
“I know.”
“But…” I hesitated, then looked at him hopefully. “You could come back with me? To the flat?”
Pete raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“I’ll study for a bit and if you don’t mind waiting…” I smiled sheepishly. “We can have dinner together? And you stay over?”
Pete pretended to think deeply. “Hm... Dunno. Sounds like you're just tryin' to get me into your bed.”
“Pete.”
“Shameless, you are..."
I smiled at that pushing him a little, "Come on..."
"Well when you put it like that…”
I smiled immediately. “Yeah?”
“Course, darlin'.”
┄
By the time we reached my flat, I was already leaning against him while walking.
The flat was loud as usual. Music from someone’s speaker. Dishes in the sink. Someone laughing too hard in the kitchen.
The second we entered, Clara, my flatmate, was sitting on the sofa with tea and revision notes spread around her.
Her eyes immediately landed on Pete. Then on the rose. Then back to me.
“Well,” she said dryly, “Interesting timing. During exam season.”
I already sighed. We didn't have the best relationship. Pete stayed quiet beside me, amused.
Clara crossed her legs. “Bit distracting, isn’t he?”
I dropped my bag near the door.
“I dunno, Clara. I don’t judge your emotional dependency on chocolate, do I?”
Pete immediately covered his mouth to hide a laugh. Clara stared at me. I smiled sweetly.
Clara rolled her eyes dramatically, “Unbelievable.”
“Love you too,” I replied casually, already grabbing Pete’s hand and pulling him upstairs.
The second we got into my room, Pete shut the door behind us. Then looked at me.
“You evil little thing.”
“You loved it.” I grinned.
“Bit.”
He pulled me gently by the waist until I stood between his knees where he sat on the edge of the bed. Then he looked up at me quietly for a moment.
"God, I missed you..." he whispered. The rings on my fingers, the messy dark hair, the tired eyes trying so hard to stay awake.
Pete rested his forehead briefly against my stomach. “You alright, then?”
“Just tired.” I exhaled softly.
“You’ve been pushin’ yerself too hard.”
“I know.”
“You eaten properly?”
“…Define properly.”
He looked up immediately. “Jade...”
“I’ve had coffee.”
Pete groaned dramatically. “You’re unbelievable.”
I laughed quietly, fingers moving through his hair. “Sorry.”
He kissed my stomach through my shirt, smirking. “Right. Study, then food. I’ll try to behave, darlin'.”
“You? Behave?”
“Don’t ruin me reputation, love.”
┄
For the next hours, I studied at my desk while Pete stayed on my bed. At first he watched television quietly. Then after a couple of hours, he got bored and started distracting me every ten minutes.
“You still alive over there?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Blink twice if those papers are holding ya hostage.”
“Pete...” I laughed, but tried to keep going.
Later he tossed one of my socks at my head.
Then he started reading parts of my textbook aloud in a ridiculous posh accent until I laughed so hard I nearly cried. At one point I looked over and found him already watching me.
“What?” I asked quietly.
“Nothin’.”
“You’re staring.”
“Allowed to.” I smiled automatically.
Eventually we ordered cheap takeaway and sat cross-legged on the bed eating noodles from cartons while some awful reality show played quietly in the background.
Pete stole food off my fork constantly. I complained constantly. Neither actually meant it. Then after dinner, Pete leaned down beside his bag casually. “Oh yeah...”
“What?” I looked over.
“Got the rest of your present.”
My eyebrows lifted. “You already brought me a flower.”
“That weren’t the actual present, love.”
Pete pulled out two tickets carefully. I stared. Then stared harder.
“…No.”
Pete grinned immediately. “No?”
“No way.”
He handed them over. The exact concert I’d wanted to go to for months. The one that had sold out almost instantly. My mouth actually fell open.
“Pete.”
“Mhm.”
“How the hell did you get these?”
“Know people.”
“You do not know people.”
“Bit offended by that actually.”
I looked genuinely shocked. “Oh my God.”
Pete watched my face fondly as I read the tickets again like they might disappear. “You remembered…”
“Course I did.”
I suddenly looked guilty again. “And I forgot us...”
Pete groaned. “Are we seriously still doin’ this?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Love...”
“No because you got me this and I forgot the date entirely and...” Pete cut me off by pulling me into his lap suddenly.
I laughed softly in surprise, arms wrapping around his neck automatically.
“There,” he murmured. “Better.”
“You’re using physical affection to manipulate me.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s working.”
“Good.”
He kissed me slowly then, soft and familiar and warm. Not rushed. Not dramatic.
When we pulled apart, I looked at him quietly for a second. Then I suddenly leaned over to my desk drawer.
“Wait...”
Pete watched curiously as I pulled out folded papers tied loosely with black ribbon.
“What’s that then?”
I looked embarrassed suddenly. “It’s not finished...”
“Dangerous start.”
“I was writing you something for the anniversary.”
Pete’s expression softened immediately.
“Jade…”
“But I thought we still had more time so it’s messy and half unfinished and some pages are literally crossed out...”
“Lemme see.”
I handed it over reluctantly. Pete read quietly while I watched nervously from beside him. It wasn’t polished. Half letter, half rambling thoughts. Little memories. Things I loved about him. Descriptions of nights together. Train stations. Pub songs. His laugh. The way he always reached for me in his sleep.
Pete read all of it silently. Then looked up at me.
“You wrote all this?”
I shrugged shyly. “Bit cringe, innit.”
“Nah.”
He folded it carefully, “This is better than any present.”
I looked at him suspiciously. “You say that now until I buy you a PlayStation.”
“That’d still be second place.”
I smiled helplessly. God. Pete touched my cheek gently.
“You know what my favourite thing is?”
“What?”
“That after all these years…” his grin turned mischievous suddenly, “you still get all nervous givin’ me romantic stuff.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You do.”
“I do not.”
“You’re blushin’ right now.”
“That’s because you keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re flirting with me.”
Pete laughed softly. “Baby, I'm flirtin' with ya.”
I hit his chest lightly again.
Then somehow we ended up tangled together under the blankets, talking quietly while the city outside went dark. Kissing lazily between conversations.
Pete tracing shapes on my waist beneath my hoodie. Me playing with the rings on his fingers.
At one point he murmured playfully against my neck, “Still can’t believe you forgot our anniversary.”
I groaned dramatically into the pillow. “I’m never escaping this, am I?”
“You're never escapin' me, love.”
“You’re evil.”
“A bit, yeah.”
Then quieter, teasing against my skin:
“Looks like I’ll have to think of another way to make you apologise, eh?"
I immediately laughed into his shoulder. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah,” Pete smirked softly, pulling me closer. “But you love me though.”
Pete DiNunzio who ends up dating a girl from school who actually loves him back and confessed first. But the girl is kinda odd. She honestly obsessed with Pete, even making herself look like one of his favorite finals girls. But Pete is too stupid to pick up on it and just thinks he's the shit and it boosts his ego. Goodnight.
Requested? Yes! "Could I request a Pete Davidson shower smut where him and the reader have both had long stressful days at work and they both try to help each other relax" Hope you enjoy!
I feel like this isn't my best. Hopefully y'all still like it!
The longer you sat on the floor, slumped over your knees, still in your work clothes, the guiltier you felt.
You had promised Pete that tonight, the two of you would have sex. But you were so tired. Work was killing you and the last thing you wanted to do was make yourself sexy. Sex with your boyfriend was great, of course, but you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to snap out of your exhausted mood to put on a show for him.
You looked up guiltily when you heard Pete walk in through the garage door, but when your eyes landed on him, you were surprised to find him looking just as exhausted as you were, if not more. He shrugged out of his coat, hanging it over the back of the couch, and joined you on the floor, lying on his back with his limbs splayed. He let out a dramatic, chest-heaving sigh.
“Hey,” you greeted, snuggling into his side.
He wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your head. “Hey,” he murmured.
“You okay?” you asked.
Pete hesitated. “Don’t hate me.”
“I could never,” you said. You lifted your head to look at him, brow furrowing.
Pete guiltily met your eyes and winced. “I don’t think I can get off this floor, let alone have sex tonight,” he admitted.
“Oh, thank god,” you said in a rush of breath. Pete raised a brow. You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I just meant that I feel the same. I’m exhausted.”
“Long day?” Pete asked.
“The longest,” you said, stifling a yawn. “You?”
“Thought it would never end,” Pete muttered. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. “I need to take a shower.”
“Me too,” you mumbled.
Pete glanced down at you. “Shower with me?” he asked.
You smiled softly and leaned in to kiss his lips. “Sure.”
The two of you trudged to the bathroom, lazily shedding your clothes, and as Pete heated up the water, you set out clean towels. He stepped under the water and offered you his hand, helping you into the big shower. Under the stream, Pete wrapped his arms around you and you sighed, closing your eyes as your arms circled his thin waist.
After a few moments, Pete pulled back and pumped some shampoo into his hand. He gestured for you to turn around and when you did, he slowly started washing your hair. You sighed and tipped your head back, closing your eyes as his fingers worked up a lather. He took the showerhead off and brought it to your hair, rinsing the suds out.
“My turn,” you said, turning around once your hair was rinsed.
Pete chuckled. “Can you even reach?”
“Oh, shut up,” you said with a grin, giving his ass a little smack before pumping some shampoo into your hand. “Tilt your head back, giant.”
Pete chuckled and did as he was told, sighing when your hands found his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp. “That’s so good, babe,” he groaned. “Can you do that forever?”
“My arms might get tired,” you said with a giggle, guiding him under the stream of the shower to rinse off.
Next, Pete’s hands were filled with body wash and he rubbed it into your back and neck, easing the tense muscles there. Pete chuckled as he felt you melt beneath his hands. As his hands made their trek on your skin, you were surprised to find a dull throb making its way between your legs. When soapy hands cupped your breasts from behind, your breath hitched and your back arched almost against your will. Pete chuckled lowly as you stepped under the stream to rinse off.
You swallowed as you poured body wash into your hands, trying to compose yourself. Pete turned his back to you but not before you noticed he was hard. You bit your lip, surprised to find yourself actually wanting him despite your exhaustion. It wasn’t really that much of a surprise though. It didn’t take much to get you going with a man like Pete as your boyfriend.
You took your time soaping up his body, maybe taking more time than necessary when your hand found his abs. Pete tensed slightly, chuckling. “You change your mind?” he asked.
“Maybe,” you said quietly, kissing his back as your hand moved lower, wrapping around his cock. Pete sucked in a breath, letting out a quiet, “fuck” as you moved your hand slowly. “Feels like you changed your mind, too,” you remarked.
“Oh, this?” Pete teased. “Nah. This is n-nothing.” His little stammer gave him away and you shook your head, grinning at his attempt at a joke. After a few more moments of your hand moving, Pete wrapped a hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away. “Fuck,” he growled, turning around and pulling you into him for a kiss.
You couldn’t help but moan softly as his lips found yours, one big hand wrapping around your hip as the other landed between your legs. You whimpered as his skilled fingers worked your clit slowly, making your legs quake. “Pete,” you whined, head falling back, and he wasted no time in bringing his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin gently.
“You want to, baby?” he murmured against your neck.
“Y-yes,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders firmly as he continued to rub circles into your clit. The pressure was amazing and you let out a whine, hips twitching forward.
“Turn around for me,” Pete mumbled in your ear before nipping at your earlobe. You swallowed hard and obliged, planting your hands on the wall and bending over slightly, ass pressing out. Pete groaned and ran a hand down your back, then slowly over the curve of your ass. “God, you’re so hot. Can’t believe you’re mine,” he rasped.
You gasped quietly as you felt the head of Pete’s cock nudge your entrance, and you spread your legs wider for him. He bent his knees slightly and slowly pushed into you, both of you gasping when he was in to the hilt. “Fuck, so tight for me,” Pete moaned breathlessly.
You closed your eyes as Pete began to move, slowly fucking into you, hands wrapped firmly around your hips. “Oh god,” you moaned, letting your head hang down as the head of his dick grazed your g-spot.
“Right there, baby?” Pete questioned.
“Yes, Pete, god,” you groaned, pressing your ass back against him more firmly. “Harder, baby, please!”
Pete did as he was told, speeding up and fucking you harder. It had been so long and you were already starting to pulse around him when his thrusts faltered. Confused, you glanced over your shoulder in time to see him removing the showerhead again. You were in the dark for no more than a second before you realized what he was doing. With one swift click on the dial, he changed the setting of the showerhead and brought it between your legs.
“Fuck!” you cried out as the showerhead delivered pressure to your clit, just as Pete started to fuck you harder. “Pete, y-you’re gonna make me come–”
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” Pete gritted out, and your back arched as your orgasm crashed into you. Your head spun and you slid down the wall slightly, panting hard when it was over. Pete replaced the showerhead and pulled out of you gently.
You watched as he sat down on the built-in bench, admiring his body and the way his stiff cock stood up, waiting for you. Pete spun you around so your back was to his chest, and he pulled you into his lap, guiding his cock back inside of you. You unwound again quickly, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder as his big hands massaged your breasts. You were helpless to do anything but take it as Pete thrusted up into you. His fingers tweaked your nipples, circling them lightly, and your back arched.
“Oh shit,” you panted.
“Y-you close for me?” Pete moaned, and you nodded. “Turn around, wanna watch you come.”
You hurried to do as you were told, climbing back into his lap with your hands on his shoulders. He pushed you back just slightly as you took him, and slipped his hand between your bodies, wet fingers finding your clit and rubbing slowly. You took your breasts into your own hands, thumbing your nipples as Pete watched helplessly, fucking up into you.
“Oh god, Y/N,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking perfect.” Deep brown eyes wandered your body helplessly, landing on your chest as he twisted tight circles into your clit. Your legs shook and you cried out, back arching as another orgasm washed over you. As you came down, you realized Pete was moaning louder, hands tightening on your hips, and you rolled your hips down, hard. With one final gasp, Pete’s hips jerked as he came, filling you up.
You slumped against him, panting, feeling dirtier than before you’d entered the shower. Your eyes began to droop and Pete chuckled. “Ah ah, no sleeping yet,” he insisted, standing up and setting you down. You grumbled in complaint but let him help you rinse off.
Afterwards, the two of you ended up in bed, wrapped around each other beneath the blankets, both of your eyes barely open. “I love you, you know that?” Pete mumbled sleepily.
Y/N's boyfriend breaks up with her on the day they're doing the bandit exercise. So Y/N pulls a stupid move in the air and when Maverick comes to punish her, he finds out and comforts her.
Y/C/S: your call sign
Y/L/N: your last name
Alex: your ex boyfriend's name
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Y/N woke up and immediately felt the dried tear stains on her cheeks. Her boyfriend, Alex, of 10 months had broken up with her yesterday, and the affair was not pretty. She hadn't gotten much sleep, due to her crying and thinking about her ex but she got up and got ready for work anyway.
That was one of the things she most loved about flying, it had the ability to distract her from everything else in her life. It didn't matter what was going on with her friends, her parents or boyfriend, once she got up in the air it was just her and her plane.
She splashed her face with cold water, to wake herself up and wash away the streaks that ran down her face. There were bags below her puffy eyes and red nose but she ignored them. She changed into her uniform, did her hair and makeup and got downstairs as quick as possible.
She wanted to get out of here as sons as possible. This is where all their arguments had happened, this is where he broke up with her. And as much as Y/N tried to deny it she felt like their break up was her fault. She almost always felt like that.
She didn't even bother to make herself breakfast, she just made a cup of coffee and decided to pick something up on her way to work.
As she walked into the makeshift classroom Hangman waved her over. "Whoa what happened to you?" He asked when she sat down. "You look like you haven't slept all night" he remarked with a laugh. "Not the best thing to say to a lady" Y/N replied turning her eyes down to the papers on her desk.
She wasn't in the mood to tell the Dagger squad about her Alex, and she was certain she couldn't do it without crying. She didn't want them to think she was weak, not just because they were her friends but also considering they were the best fighter pilots on earth.
Luckily Maverick walked in two seconds later, saving her a further explanation of her physical state. "All right guys, we ran through most of the theory yesterday so all of you should know everything you need to get you through that mountain course within the time limit. Now it's just who has the skills to do it" he paused and looked over everyone.
(Maverick's Pov)
As I looked over everyone, I noticed Y/N. Usually she would look up at me, probably the only one who would be engaged while listening to me, but now her head was in her hands as she stared down at the desk. When I stopped talking she looked up expectantly and I noticed the bags under her eyes, eyes that looked fuller than they used to.
No matter how much he searched he couldn't seem to find the light that seemed to live behind her eyes, a light he saw every time she looked at him. Her hair seemed messier and her entire body seemed tense and tired at the same time. He carried on speaking, but kept glancing back at Y/N. Maverick was good at trusting his gut, and he had a strong feeling that something was wrong.
(Y/N's Pov)
Maverick paused for a second before speaking again. "You'll be doing this in 3's, Hangman, Rooster and Coyote. Phoenix, Bob and Y/C/S..." She zoned out once she heard her name and let her eyes fall back down to her desk.
She was jolted out of her daze when Maverick clapped his hands and she heard the scraping of chairs. She tried to pull herself up without looking like she was using too much effort and everyone except Maverick, unbeknownst to her missed the way she rubbed her eyes.
(Time skip to when you, Phoenix and Bob are flying the course)
Y/N shifted her controls, eyes set dead ahead. She had been in the air for a good ten minutes and she couldn't stop thinking of Alex. She was getting frustrated now. She hated feeling this way and the one thing that usually took her mind of it wasn't working.
She had half a mind to fly herself into the mountainside, she couldn't possibly think about him if she was stranded in the middle of nowhere and probably injured as well.
"Unidentified just showed up on the radar" Bob's voice drifted through her headset. "You think it's from our side" Y/N asked Natasha. Before she could answer another voice came spoke. "Good morning pilots" Y/N breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it was Maverick.
"I am going to be playing the role of a bandit trying to hinder you on your mission. You must make it to the course without being shot down by me" he said. He sounded as if he was reading off a piece of paper from the awkward way he said 'hinder'.
A very unlike Pete thing to say. She snorted imagining Mav rolling his eyes after he said it. "Still wanna continue the course?" I asked Phoenix secretly hoping she'd say yes. "Yeah let's do it" she said and I smiled to myself.
Usually I was a careful pilot, I had every method to fly a course and do it safely. I wasn't the type to do something risky, they had rules for a reason and I figured you couldn't go wrong by doing it by the book.
As Phoenix Bob and I continued the course Maverick got closer. He was gaining on us rapidly that I knew we wouldn't make it to the mountain. Maybe I was feeling reckless, or I felt like I couldn't control anything except me and my plane but I ended up doing something stupid.
I dropped low, extremely low between the mountains. I stopped quite quickly and waited for Maverick to pass me before flying after him. He saw me almost immediately and I knew he was preparing for a dog fight. What I wasn't expecting was for him to fly above me and then flip upside down before he shot me.
"That's a lock Y/C/S, you're dead" I banged the seat beside me in frustration and instead of flying back to base I cut in front of Maverick, flying straight up barely a meter in front of him. I saw him flinch and pull back in shock before I flew away and heard his voice through the comms
"What kind of shit was that!" He yelled and Y/N winced but didn't answer. She know what she had done was stupid and she wasn't prepared to deal with it. On her way back to base she heard Phoenix and Bob go down as well, while she had delayed Maverick she certainly hadn't stopped him.
When she got back to ground she ran out of her plane and indoors. She ignored the stunned looks from her fellow pilots and went straight to the locker room. She peeled off her helmet and sat down on one of the benches with her head in her hands. She wasn't sure how long she sat like that until she heard the doors crash open.
Maverick burst into the locker room looking absolutely livid. His chest was heaving and his fists were clenched as his eyes found Y/N. He walked toward her and pulled her up by her collar. "What the hell were you thinking!" He asked and she could practically feel the heat radiating off of him.
"I don't know sir" she said in a smile voice. "That was the stupidest manoeuvre you could've pulled Y/C/S" he spat. The way he said her call sign with such venom sent a pang of pain through her chest. "I know sir" "Oh so we're polite and respectful now, where was that sensibility when we were up in the air!" He yelled and Y/N felt a tear run down her cheek.
Her face was burning, with disappointment and rage and twenty more things. She was pretty sure she had just ruined the one good thing in her life and she felt like sinking into the floor forever. "I just don't understand Y/N, this is so unlike you. Did something happen, is- is there a reason you're acting like this?"
Her mind instantly flitted to Alex but she wasn't about to say that. "N-no sir" she said, barely above a whisper. "I assume you don't want to kill yourself, I mean you're an excellent pilot you've got all your friends, what about your boyfriend wouldn't he care if you got hurt or died because you did something stupid"
She remembered the day Phoenix had told Maverick about Alex. It was about 8 months into their relationship and Ice was trying to convince Y/N to talk to a guy at the Hard Deck. She remembered Mavericks smirk as she blushed when she told them about her boyfriend.
Deep down part of her wondered what it would be like if she could date her captain. But she put that thought aside quite quickly. There was no sense in ruining her relationship because of a crush that was probably unrequited.
Y/N felt as if her heart ripped in two when he said that and she had no energy to keep pretending. "Not anymore" she mumbled but Maverick heard. He sat down beside her confused. "What do you mean?" Her tears were falling hot and thick now but she kept her head down as she had through their whole encounter.
(Maverick's Pov)
I heard her choke as she answered me and suddenly I was confused. It was only now that I noticed I hadn't even seen her face since I had barged into the locker room. "Y/N" I said quietly but she didn't answer. "Y/N look at me" I said. She was silent for a moment before shaking her head. "Y/N" I started, preparing to coax her into looking at me but she shook her head harder letting out a small sob.
I tried once more, I spoke her name quietly and lifted her chin with my finger. This time it worked and she lifted her head, but didn't look at me, instead staring off to the side. Her cheeks were covered in tears, her nose was red and her eyes were puffy. I felt my heart break as I looked at her face and swallowed deeply to try and compose myself. She sniffled still not looking at me.
"What happened?" I asked and she looked down again. "Alex broke up with me" she said in a small voice and I felt a funny feeling in my chest. Like my heart soaring and dropping at the same time. Obviously I hated that she was going through this but there was a little part of me that thought maybe I've got a shot now.
But I put that part of me aside. Right now I needed to be there for Y/N. "I'm so sorry" I said and she took a shaky breath in. "I feel like it's all my fault and I thought flying would distract me from it but it didn't and then I did that dumb move and I know it was stupid but-"
Maverick shushed her and put an arm around her shoulder rubbing it gently. "Listen it's more than okay to feel like this, but it's not okay to put yourself or others in jeopardy" he said firmly and she nodded, wiping her cheek with her sleeve. "I'm supposed to punish you, but considering we can both agree that this is very unlike you and I'm sure you won't to anything like this again..."
Maverick paused to get her confirmation. After she nodded again he continued "I'll let this one slide" he said gently. "Thanks" the young girl said and as she moved to wipe her face again Maverick grabbed her wrist to stop her. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dried her face softly.
Y/N allowed her eyes fall closed and let out a tired sigh. She felt surprisingly comfortable with Maverick, there was always a sense of trust she had with him that she didn't have with anyone else. Pete stroked a hand over cheek lightly before kissing her on the forehead and standing up. She was so shocked and flustered by his last movement that her face grew hot again.
(Y/N's Pov)
"Take the rest of the day off Y/L/N" he said looking at her from the doorway. "Yes sir" she replied and he walked out. She thought about Pete as she played with the handkerchief in her hands. She laughed to herself.
Only he would be old enough to own a handkerchief and still use it. That was one of the things she loved about him, he both refused to get old and acted like it at the same time. I guess there's a lot of things she loved about Pete. Y/N felt like she had just discovered one more.
