#aviatior

[justinherbertobsessed]

What a cutsie little photo idea 😍✈️

[sodapops0lstice]

*i walk on stage and cough into the mic*

Davesprite. Aviatior Jacket.

*i leave the stage*

[hogans-heroes]

Got such massive gender envy the first time I saw Rooster so today I finally completed that slutty fighter pilot outfit (yk, light jeans, white tee, Hawaiian shirt, aviatiors) I’ve been dying to have and can’t wait to crack it out in California this summer with my rented dodge charger rofl

[adventures-in-ai]

BLUE KAT

For the rezday of a Starfall regular and favorite Kyne Tigerpaw, I ran a few variations of blue-haired catboys; I don't know what the thing is about the headphones on catboys, but Midjourney seems to think they are necessary. Kyne usually wears aviatior goggles in his hair, though, so I tried to get those in too.

[lonelyplanetfag]

u give grey u give stone angel headstones wearing headphones, rain slick asphalt over fault lines, taxidermy gator head reflecting in black bent aviatiors. grey like rain clouds grey like jukeboxe quarters and sidewalk dimes, bus pass nickles and rusted chrome, fender shine. rubbed off sharpie dye.

i love u so much what the fuck

[standardgalactictext-old]

SCAR'S WEARING HIS AVIATIORS

[topcrewaviation]

DID YOU KNOW............?

The human body can shed up to 1.5 liters of water whilst flying in the air for an average of 3 hours. This is due to dehydration where we are spending a certain amount of time in a reduced oxygen environment. Remember to drink lots of water when flying!

[quixylvre]

@aviatior replied to your photo

Nope…this was done by you fucksticks but I wouldn’t expect you to understand anything that you’re dear CNN doesn’t tell you fucking snowflakes!

Joke's on you. I get my news from NHK, the CBC, and der Spiegel

[aeronewsjournalen]

FAA was deeply criticized for how it handled the issue of 5G network. During a hearing in the transportation and infrastructure subcommittee, Lawmakers voiced their frustration of FAA and the lack of co-ordination with other federal agencies in refer to Federal Communications Commission. Lawmakers wondered why the standoff was not resolved earlier.

[ahundredhundredheartbeats]

aviatior replied to your photo

I want you to act like something other that Sorros spoon-fed dumbass

dive head first into a pile of cactus ya fucking asswipe

[mjdonovan]

Test Flight with New 8.50x6 Tires on my Supercub Last week I put on new and bigger tires, 8.50 x 6s, on my Supercub. It raised the plane several inches higher off the ground, which gave it a whole new sight picture from the cockpit. Also, I had the tires inflated to Goodyear's recommendation of 30 PSI. Suffice it to say, as can be seen in this video I took of my test flight with the new tires, I need to reduce the pressure down to around 18-20 PSI. It was like landing on basketballs. Even with the lightest of touch on the landings, I was experiencing significant bounce. . . #supercub #pa18 #tailwheel #taildragger #goodyearaviationtires #aviatior #aviation #backcountryflying #bushplane #bushpilot #pilotlife #cubbinit #generalaviation #flying https://youtu.be/mDrZVHyl23A https://www.instagram.com/p/B1n88syh_MV/?igshid=1rrxte32agkqa

[citywolfshop-blog]

Check our wooden sunglasses collection >> www.citywolf.eu << #citywolf #woodsunglasses #woodensunglasses #sunglasses #aviatior #eyewear #accessories #fashion (at Europe/Vilnius)

[ice-fire-or-clear]

Further on the Edge, III.

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x f!Reader (callsign Siren)

part 2 l masterlist | part 4

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Aaaaa I’m so sorry about the wait between chapters!! It’s a bit shorter than the last one, but I hope the content makes up for it! Also, I sorted through many gifs to find this one and he is just so nice to look at :^) what a good day to be in love with asshole blond pilots <3

CW: Alcohol, (that’s pretty much it, no heavy stuff here folks)

You hadn’t exactly planned on sinking another night at The O after today’s events. Your embarrassing defeat in the air and failed confrontation on the tarmac made you want to spend the rest of the night holed up in your dorm, drinking by yourself and scowling at the ceiling.

In the hours since you had landed, your rage had simmered down into indignation, and, though you would never admit it, embarrassment. Iceman’s harsh words had sent you into a tailspin. Were you really that closed off from the rest of your team? Was your frustration at your fellow pilots, the system, and the world at large that visible every time you went up in the air? Ice had a monumentally-sized ego, and he was just as vain as the rest of them, but you had to admit he had earned it. Even when he was snarking at pilots who had made stupid moves or bitching out Maverick for somehow pulling off an even more stupid maneuver, he usually had a point. Not only was he a great pilot, he was good at reading people and getting into their psyches, no matter how much they wanted to keep him out. These two things combined made Iceman an almost lethal adversary.

You were content to let these thoughts swirl around your head until you were up at 4 in the morning, but life had other plans. Unfortunately, your RIO had shown up at your door, intent on dragging you out with him. Hipcheck had promised to help you forget about what had happened during training, and you suspected that he was feeling a little homesick tonight and was desperate for a distraction. Sighing, you had gone against your better judgement and followed him, pulling on your flight jacket as you went.

Which was how you had ended up in your current position, pressed up against one side of the room and watching the crowd mix and swirl in front of you with nothing more than passing interest.

“Now this,” Hipcheck said, materializing at your side and pressing a glass in your hand, “is my favorite form of forgetting.”

You took a gulp of your drink along with him, more out of camaraderie than anything. You winced, making a face as it went down. Tequila. If you kept up like he did, you weren’t even going to remember how to fire a missile tomorrow.

“Now, Siren, I know that thing with Tom really shook you earlier, but you gotta just roll with it,” Hipcheck shouted to be heard over the music.

The use of his first name bothered you.

“He’s a dick, for sure, but I really think he was trying to help. He’s really good at figuring out how people fly, where they could get better.”

“He sure has a funny fucking way of showing it,” you frowned, but you had had the same thought yourself. Yeah, it had hurt like to hell to hear, but nothing Ice had said was untrue. And you couldn’t pretend you hadn’t made some stupid and selfish decisions in the name of maintaining a certain image.

“Hey, Hollywood, how are ya doing tonight?”

Hipcheck’s enthusiastic greeting snapped you out of your thoughts as he reached out to the other aviatior passing by with his group’s next round in his hands.

“Hey, Hipcheck. Siren.” He nodded at you. “A bunch of us are over there playing pool, if you wanna get your asses handed to you.”

Your lips twisted unpleasantly as you caught sight of the broad-shouldered white uniforms in the corner, a certain icy blonde among them. Hipcheck glanced down at you, obviously torn between wanting to both cheer you up and spend some time blowing off steam with the rest of the guys.

You sighed to yourself and smiled, hoping to ease his inner conflict. “Don’t worry about it, Hipcheck. Go over there and show Hollywood what he gets for talking out of his ass.”

That earned a laugh from both of them, and Hipcheck gave you a playful salute as he turned away.

Drinking by yourself, just as you’d hoped, but now with the added benefit of being trapped in a room crowded with loud sailors. Sighing, you made your way across the room in search of another drink. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at how horribly today was today was going. You dropped into an open seat at the bar, idly tracing circles on the counter as you waited for the bartender to work through the long line of thirsty patrons.

“Siren!” A familiar voice tugged you out of your thoughts. You glanced over your shoulder to see Maverick approaching you, Goose not far behind. “Hey, we heard you really put Iceman in his place today after drills!”

“Yeah, it’s about time someone melted that glacier,” Goose said as he slid into the stool next you, looking pleased.

You smiled, appreciating their attempts to pull you out of your obvious funk. There was a reason you liked Goose and Maverick beyond their ability to get under Iceman’s skin.

“Thanks,” you sighed, “but I’m not sure that I really came out on top there. He always knows exactly what to say to piss me off, you know? It’s like he knows everything about me no matter much I try to ignore him.”

Goose and Maverick exchanged a glance.

“You know, I don’t really think he’s trying to…” Goose started to say, but seemed to think better of it.

“Well, you two really are two sides of the same coin, huh,” Maverick clapped you on your other shoulder, clearly trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “How about another drink, huh? On us this time, consolation prize for putting up with that ego.”

You vaguely wondered what the hell had gotten into them, especially with that “two-sides-same-coin” comment. You couldn’t be bothered to think too hard about it, though, especially when Maverick passed you your second drink of the night. “So, Mav, wanna tell me what the hell was up with that Broadway performance the other night?”

The pilot grinned, though you could tell he wasn’t entirely pleased with the memory. He and Goose launched into a lively retelling of all of Maverick’s failed attempts to impress your new civilian instructor, you snorting into your beer along with them. It seemed like Maverick was always looking for something to stir up, dragging a reluctant Goose along for the ride.

The conversation (and the drinks) lifted your spirits for the evening considerably. It was nice to catch up with friends and not talk about aircraft for once, no matter how much you loved flying. By the time the pair had crossed the line from buzzed to drunk, they had started giving you an exaggerated play-by-play of their unfortunate volleyball defeat, because you had to be there, Lieutenant, really, Mav was phenomenal.

Shaking with laughter, you stood up to use the restroom and found that the world seemed to be spinning around you. You leaned down precariously, swatting at Goose’s shoulder and letting him know you’ll be back. The bar had only gotten more crowded since your arrival, and the temperature of the room had risen considerably with the body heat. It only served to make your steps more unsteady as you maneuvered through the room.

Your path to and from the restroom took you by the pool table, you couldn’t help but notice. Subconsciously, your gaze slid over the others and tracked on to Iceman, always standing out a cut above the rest, even surrounded by the best pilots in the world. Always smooth, untouchable, in control.

You gave yourself a little mental shake, scowling. You should be long past the point of admiring his demeanor. It’s the exact reason for what happened during training. He knew exactly how to make you explode with only the slightest push, and nothing you hurled at him ever seemed to claw its way through.

You made yourself refocus your attention on the pilots’ whose company you actually enjoyed, sighing when you noticed the over-enthusiastic crowd of your fellow aviators that seemed to have enveloped them. Weighing your options between another drink and some fresh air, you chose the latter. Too much more time in here and you wouldn’t be having a good time during drills the next day.

The glass door sealed almost all of the noise away behind you as you stepped out onto the patio, leaning against the railing as you stared out across the ocean. The effect of the silence and the cool air was immediate; everything inside of you seemed to finally relax for the first time since this afternoon.

You couldn’t help but fall into a kind of trance as you stood out on the beach, eyes trailing over the sand and waves stretching out into the blackness. Stars dotted the horizon, intermixed with the blinking lights of planes flying overhead. You watched them pass, as fascinated by aircraft as you always had been. You couldn’t help but wonder where they had come from, or if any of them were destined for the North Island landing strip.

“Siren?”

Your spine went ram-rod straight, shoulders drawing back and tensing automatically. You hadn’t heard the noise spilling through the cracked door behind you, or the footsteps coming to rest several steps away.

You swallowed, schooling your features in a carefully neutral expression, turning your head just enough to confirm the speaker out of the corner of your eye.

“Iceman.”

He took the last few steps forward until he was level with your shoulder, still a healthy distance between you. There was another beat before he spoke. Apparently, this conversation wasn’t easy for either of you.

“About… about what happened earlier today.” He cleared his throat. The awkward tension in the room was so thick you could easily halve it with a butter knife.

Irritation flared in your gut, not an unfamiliar sensation when Iceman was near. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get to the point anytime soon, so you figured you might as well take the lead and spare the both of you. “Okay… I apologize for losing my temper out there, that was unprofessional of me.”

You were careful not to apologize for the actual words you had said.

“No, that’s not-“ He scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair, and that was when you realized how nervous he looked. It almost seemed like he had come out to ask for… something.

He blew out another breath. “You’re an excellent pilot, okay? One of the best in the world.”

You blinked. Had the earth spun off its axis?

Iceman kept going. “I know you know that, everyone knows that, but maybe I haven’t really acknowledged it until now. You put so much time and effort into becoming a better pilot, it’s like you live and breathe for it. I understand how that feels.”

He paused, and you watched his blue eyes flick over to you before continuing. “What I said after training today, don’t laugh, but I really wasn’t trying to be a dick. I know this doesn’t make me the most humble guy, but I know where people need to improve. I’m sorry that I threw such a low blow. I like flying with you, Siren. I just wish you didn’t have to make it so damn difficult sometimes.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You turned to the side, trying buy yourself some time to parse your words. Even as you struggled to hold onto your untouchable persona in front of your biggest rival, you felt it slipping from your grasp.

“Ice… I-“ You tried, but your brain was still having a hard time reconciling the arrogant, cold pilot and the open, earnest man standing in front of you.

“Siren, if you want to just forget about this conversation and everything else that’s happened, I understand. But I didn’t just come out here because Hipcheck was upset with me, I came out here because I wanted to start over.”

“Start over? Start what over?” You had finally gotten your words back.

Inexplicably, Ice seemed to be embarrassed, almost. Before tonight, that was an emotion you hadn’t thought he was capable of.

“The way I brushed you off the night before training. I didn’t realize who you were then. I just saw you, and thought you were…” he trailed off into nothing, apparently thinking better of finishing his sentence. He cleared his throat before continuing. “That’s not how I wanted our first introduction to go.”

“You had already known about me?”

“The world of naval aviation isn’t that large, Siren. And, respectfully, you being one of the few women in the field puts you on the map. Especially being in the top one percent.”

You felt that familiar prickle of indignation when Iceman mentioned your gender. While you still wished it didn’t set you apart from the other pilots so much, you could tell that this time, he was trying not to be a dick.

“Well, you’re one to talk, Iceman. Everyone’s heard about you, ice cold, untouchable, no mistakes. Though, I suppose you probably like it that way, seeing how much you hassle Maverick and everyone else.”

Ice had the good decency to look slightly embarrassed (again!), cheeks reddening as he used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“You know, that’s the exact conversation I was trying to have with you that night,” you continued, reflecting on the memory. Something about seeing all of the different sides of Iceman over the last few weeks, especially tonight, allowed you to see the occasion in a different light. Almost humorously, even. “Until, like always, your ego got in the way.”

You shot him a sly smile, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. Somehow, the distance between the two of you had shrunken, and you were now standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder as you both stared out at the waves.

“Hey, I didn’t have a face to put with the name,” he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice as he defended himself. “And you weren’t exactly in your service uniform, either, Lieutenant.”

“Well, I don’t need to rely on my rank to get a date, Lieutenant,” you shot back as you turned to face him. “But, if I’m being honest, I think I’d like it if we could start over.”

Ice was grinning with all of those brilliant white teeth, hope written all over his face.

“Okay. I’m Lieutenant Kazansky.” He extended his hand toward you. “When we’re in the air, they call me Iceman.”

Your smile matched his own as you took his hand, grasping it in a firm handshake. Later, you would realize the irony between his callsign and how warm his hand felt in yours. “It’s nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I’m Siren.”

“Siren,” he repeated, as if it was something important he didn’t want to forget. “I look forward to flying with you.”

You bit back a giggle at his formality. Inexplicably, happiness ballooned in your chest, along with something else you weren’t sure you could name.

“I can’t think of anything I would enjoy more, Iceman.”

A/N: Thanks again for reading!! I’d love to hear your thoughts :)

part 2 l masterlist l part 4

[cherrycola27]

SIREN'S SONG

Alright everyone just a quick Author's note...

This is my first time ever posting a work on Tumblr so please be kind

Each chapter will be inspired by a song that I love

Pairing: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell

Warnings: Mentions of Ejection, injuries, cursing, drinking, and eventual smut 18+ only Minors DNI

This chapter is inspired by the song "Cherry Cola" by Elizabeth Gerardi... you should check her out on Spotify and youtube!

Chapter 1: Cherry Cola

Harper Mitchell sat at the end of her mother's well step mother's ( if we are being technical) bar lazily sipping on her second Dirty Shirley of the night. It felt weird to call Penny her step mother, because besides Aunt Carole, Penny was the only mother figure Harper had ever known. She and Mavrick had gotten married when Harper was 15 and Ameila was 5. Her birth mother Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood had dropped Harper off on Maverick's front porch with a heartfelt note about how while she loved her daughter, she just couldn't be a mother with her career. Harper huffed at the thought because she knew her father's job was much more dangerous then Charlie's. But, Mav did a great job raising her. Aunt Carole was there to help with girl things like when she got her first period and Maverick wanted to take her to the emergency room. Maverick taught Harper to be kind, caring, smart, hard working, determined, and a little reckless

Okay maybe he didn't teach her to be reckless she kind of learned it herself. I mean how could she not be with Iceman as a Godfather, Maverick as a dad, and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw as her best friend. Recklessness and airplanes were all around her so it came as no surprise to anyone when Harper joined the navy and became a pilot.

She worked hard and earned her wings and was later accepted into the Top Gun program, which thanks to her dad pulling his papers (something she hated gim for doing) Harper completed the program with her best friend Rooster as her wingman. During the program she earned her Call Sign "Siren" because like the mythological creature she could easily lure her enemy in and take them out when they leadt expect it... or that's what she told people her call sign most definitely did not come from the fact that she was a great singer and blew all of her classmates away on a dare at karaoke night.

Siren and Rooster kicked ass at Top Gun and finished 1 and 2 in their class respectively. Rooster was so proud of her and she loved the fact that she could tease her dad that she graduated higher than he did.

Harper thrived in the navy traveling all over the world. She was an amazing aviatior, she had 5 confirmed kills, making her an Ace just like her father the newly promoted Admiral Pete Mitchell, and she herself had just been promoted to Captain. Harper sighed again looking at the cherry Bob in her drink.

"Whats on your mind kid?" Penny asked snapping her out of her thoughts. "Nothing much momma P, just thinking about the last 2 years" Harper replied. The last 2 years had been a whirlwind for her. She was flying a covert mission ans was heading home when everything went wrong. Overwatch missing a Fifth Gen fighter which came in hot for Siren when she was trying to return to base, one dogfightand a shot down F-18 later, Harper was ejecting over rugged terrain. Unfortunately when she ejected, her parachute partially failed causing her to hit the ground, the trees, and the rocks hard. She was left bleeding and broken on the side of a mountain until rescue found her. 2 surgeries and some PT later, she was cleared to fly again, but she didn't want it

Instead her Godfather and dad politely ( bullied) the navy into letter her have an instructor's position along side her dad at Top Gun. So Harper packed her things, bought a house and move to Fightertown 7 months after he accident. An accident that she never told Rooster about because she knew he would freak out. Instead she told him how excited she was to move back to North Island on one of their weekly FaceTime calls. That had been almost 2 years ago and now she had settled in well. She commanded respect from her students and they learned very early on that she was the queen of the skies. She loved sharing her stories with Bradley and he told her about his missions too. They always kept in touch with each other. Though it had been 3 years since they had seen each other face to face when they were stationed together in Wilmington, NC... they never went more than a few weeks without speaking.

Harper Downes the last of her drink when she was about to ask Penny for another but her mom had a worried look on her face... "Whats up momma P?" Harper asked. "The singer for my band tonight didn't show up and I was really wondering if my amazing daughter would lend her vocals for the night?" Penny questioned raising an eye brow. Harper sighed. "Ugh fine but only because I love you P"

"Thank you so much H, drinks on the house tonight" the older woman winked ar her " Penny, my drinks are always on the house, you're my mom and the owner" Harper through her head back laughing and slipped her aviators on and checked her reflection in the mirror behind the bar, she swiped a fresh coat of Russian Red lipstick over her lips and walked up to the stage.

After a brief chat with the band, they came up with 4 songs they new that Harper felt comfortable singing... she also pulled up a fifth on on her phone that she would need for a backup track for the last song she wanted to sing because they band didn't know it.

Penny came up and gave her a quick introduction and after a few cheers the band played and Siren came alive on the stage. Whether is was flying, singing, or anything else Siren gave her whole heart to it.

After 3 songs Harper had the bar in the palm of her hand. By the fourth everyone was cheering for her

"Alright everyone I have one more song for you. It is a favorite of mine by and artist named Elizabeth Gerardi. I don't know if you have heard it before but I just have to sing it for you!" Harper cued up the song on her phone and began to belt out the first words

While she was singing a tall, tanned, mustached man in a Hawiian shirt and aviators walked into the Hard Deck. He walked up to the bar and watch the woman on stage.

The way she sang without a care in world made his heart beat double time in his chest. He was memorized by the way her hips swayed, the way she tossed her dark blonde hair, and the song that poured from her red lips.

"Jesus Penny, who that little song bird up there on stage?" Rooster questioned. "Really Bradshaw?" Penny jabbed back in disbelief " You'd think you would recognize her after growing up together!" Penny could see the gears turning in Bradley's head as he processed what she said. "That's Siren?!" He half questioned half exclaimed. "Sure is Rooster... the singer for the band I hired didn't show up, so, she stepped in... she's changed a lot in three years hasn't she?" Penny then gave a nod to Rooster and went to help some other patrons at the end of the bar.

Harper finished the last chorus of her song and the bar erupted in a round of applause and chants of "Siren, Siren, Siren" as she looked around the bar she spotted a familiar tanned man in a pair of aviators. Before she left the stage Harper teased " Remember if you like what you hear, buy the band a beer because my mom owns the place and I drink for free!" She laughed and walked off the stage.

"She sure has changed a lot in three years" the pilot thought as he continued to watch his best friend on the stage. As she continued there were two things on Bradley Bradshaw's mind: 1.) he was sure as hell glad he had been called back to Top Gun, and 2.) He was undoubtedly, irrevocably in love with his best friend. Shit

Before he could process a strong pair of arms wrapped around his chest and a sqeaul of his name snapped him out of his trance.

Startled, Rooster shook his head and looked down to see that Harper had left the stage and wrapped him in a bear hug. Rooster laughed and hugged her back.

"Bradley Bradshaw" Harper began as she slid into a bar stool, "How dare you come back here and not tell me! I'm hurt" Harper teased as she put a hand to her chest

"I wanted to surprise you!" Rooster jabbed back, but I have to saw y was surprised to see you on that stage. I didn't recognize you with the hair cut, and it's darker, and the red lipstick... I gotta say it looks good on you kid." Rooster told his friend. "You are barely three years older than me Bradley, plus I am my own house, and mt own car...you can't call me kid anymore!" Harper joked back. "You bought a house?" Roosters eyebrow cocked up as he looked at her perplexed. "Yeah about six months ago a place about 10 minutes from here came up for sale for super cheap. The couple wqs retiring and wanted to move closer to their kids and grand kids. The basically gave it away. It's 4 bedrooms 3 baths and has a pool! I used all the money I saved plus what Charlie left me after she died and I was able to buy it out right. It's mine for real!" Harper gushed.

"Wow, that's amazing... look at you go Si" Rooster congratulated his friend. "You should come see it!" Harper said excitedly. "Yeah I can come by after training one day. I've been called back for a mission... I think the whole Dagger Squad has been... you wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you Captain Mitchell?" Rooster pried.

"Listen Roos, all I know is that a certain Admrial and Captain/ Father and Daughter duo may be teaching the Dagger Squad, but that's all I know for sure." Harper stated to him. "So you and Mav are going to be teaching.. ugh I am so dead" he rolled his eyes

"I thought you are dad were good after everything?" Harper quirked her brows. "We are, but it still doesn't mean you aren't going to hand us our asses up in the sky" Rooster laughed. "True, they don't call me queen of the sky's for nothing!" Harper sing songed back to him.

"Hey BB," Harpee began using the nickname she game him when they were kids. "Yes HM?" Rooster quipped back. "Did you drive here? I rode with Momma P and I don't want to be here until closing... can you take me home? And you can see my house before next week?" Harper gave Rooster the puppy dog eyes she knew he couldn't say no to.

"Ugh fine I guess I can... but it's going to cost you" Rooster sighed out. "Omg yes thank you Bradley!" Harper squealed and hugged him again. "Momma P, Rooster is taking me home. See you later! Love you!" Harper called as she blew Penny a kiss over her shoulder while she grabbed Roosters hand and led him to the door. Penny shook her head as Rooster waved goodbye to her. She sighed and wiped down the bar. She saw the look the sandy haired pilot had on his face when he first came in. He had it bad for her daughter and Penny knew Harper would be the death of him.

Harper walked out of the Hard Deck towards a familiar blue Bronco. "You still have it?" She asked her friend. "Of course I do." Rooster replied opening the passenger door for her and she hopped in while he jogged to the drivers side. "I could never get rid of this thing.... to many memories." He winked at her while looking at the back seat.

Harper blushed knowing exactly what he was talking about. When Harper found out her father had Bradley's papers pulled she was furious with him. She had never truly been angry with him in her 18 years of life until that moment. She and Mav fought, and screamed at each other. It ended with her storming up to her room, locking the door blaring music and sneaking out her window. She called Bradley and had her come pick her up. Even though Bradley was three years older than her, they were always close. Bradley picked her up and they drove to their spot on the beach. They talk, laughed, cried, and planned on how they were going to join the Navy together. Then out of nowhere, Bradley kissed her. The next thing they know, they ended up naked in the back seat of the Bronco. Harper shyly confessed once they were done that it was her first time. To her surprise Bradley told her the same. They both agreed not to let it change their friendship. Bradley took her back home that night. And many years later she and Rooster had both forgiven Maverick for his actions because they understood why he did what he did. They never told him about that night

"Hello... earth to Siren" Bradley waved his hands infront of her face. "Which way?" He gestured to rhe junction they were at. "Um left here and then fought house on the right" Harper stuttered out. Minutes later Rooster pulled into her driveway. Harper walked up and unlocked to door and ushered him into the foyer.

"Nice place" Rooster crooned looking around at the decor and photos. There were pictures of Mav, Penny, Amelia, Harper and even a few of Rooster, Goose and Carole adorning the walls and shelves. "Thanks. I really like it. Hopefully if I don't scare them away you and the Dagger Squad can hang out here some." Harper told him ask she continued to show him around. "Oh yeah they totally will especially for a chance to get off base and you have a pool. There is going to be a huge party here at least once I can feel it." Rooster agreed with her

They settled onto a couch in comfortable conversations. The pilots nursed beers that Harper had gotten from the fridge and the talked about everything. Harper told Rooster about her breakup from some Marine 4 months ago and he told her about some of his adventures abroad. "So a Marine huh? I thought they only liked crayons" Rooster chuckled taking a swig of hid beer. "Ha ha very funny and yes... don't remind me. It wasn't the best decision on my part." Harper laughed back. "You seeing anyone?" She questioned finishing here beer. "Nope, haven't found a girl who can put up with me for more than a couple weeks." Rooster stated back honestly.

A silence settled back over them. Rooster checked his phone. "Shit.... its 1am" he cursed. "Great guess I'm sleeping in my car tonight" he hung his head. "Ugh I forgot about that stupid curfew rule if you stay on base." Harper groaned.

"Hey um Roos I have an idea.... if you're up for it..." Harper fiddled with her beer bottle. "I'm all ears" Bradley responded. Listen don't take this the wrong way, but I have 3 extra bedrooms, with king sized beds in them and I know you don't fit well on those damn Navy issued twins... what if you just I don't know, stayed here with me? I mean om close to base, you would have you own bathroom and I have a pool... I mean if you want?!" Harper rambled. She held her breath waiting for him yo respond. Deep down she wanted him to say yes because even though she would never admit it, Harper was in love with Bradley. And these past hours spent with him just reminded her why she loved him.

"Si, are you sure?" Rooster sighed. "Because I don't want to intrude or anything" Rooster scratched the back of his neck. "Omg yes I am sure and I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't!" She exclaimed back. "You know if Mav finds out he won't be happy." Rooster stated firmly. "Please do not worry about my Dadmiral. I am 29 years old with my own home. What is going to to ground me for a week? Tell me I can't go out with my friends... please B, my house, my rules" Harper chirpped back.

"Alright I guess it would be cool to hang out like old times." Rooster finally agreed. "Yay!" Harper squealed and hugged him for the third time that night. "Okay, I will go get a guest room ready for you while you go get your stuff which I assume is in your car?" Harper told him. "Yeah I have my stuff" Rooster replied. "Awesome see you in a few." Harper called as she bounding up the stairs. Rooster would never admit it but he definitely watched her ass bounce up the stairs longer than he should have.

He turned on his heels and walked out to his car. As Rooster grabbed his stuff he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The thought of living with Harper, his best friend, the woman he had been in love with since he was a kid had him on edge.

As he slammed the door the to Bronco he thought to himself "Jesus Christ Bradley Alexander Bradshaw, what have you gotten yourself into."

Wow.... I know this is long, but I have had this in my mind forever. Special thanks to my inspiration and motivation @marvelsvalhalla for encouraging me to write this please let me know what yall think!

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i got this jacket at the thrift store that i am in LOVE w but it is SO mysterious 2 me … black leather jacket made in a turkish leather shop that is popular among aviatiors … w the logo 4 the eddie aikau big wave competition on the back and on the front along w text that says “competitor” n “in memory of eddie aikau” “quiksilver” except its kind of hard 2 read the quiksilver bit … im so happy 2 have a real actual leather jacket that i like the fit of (!!) but i wanna KNOW whats up w this … i havent found anything on the net yet (will keep looking) but AUURUURURURGGHHHH what is UP w a turkish leather jacket commemorating a hawaiian surfing competition … who was it made 4 … n on n on god i just wanna know cuz thatll be SUCH cool story im sure

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1933, German aviatiors, veterans from the First World War, receive the “Cruz de Boyaca” medal, the highest military decoration in Colombia, for their service in the 1932 war against Peru.

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