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novastories · 2 years ago

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I Tried

Title and story inspired the song “I Tried” by Daniel Seavey.

Summary: Bradley starts to look back on his life before being called back to Top Gun.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: A Bradley POV?! Yes, yes it is! 😍 Sorry, it’s a short chapter.

Thank you all who have given support to this story! We are now starting to approach the uranium mission! Lots of things will change movie wise, since we have a lot of characters to add in, as well as keeping some of the old characters. Iceman won’t die, BUT I do have plans! The story has been outlined and ready to start writing! So to treat you all who have stuck by me throughout the story waiting for Bradley, here he is!

Big love always to my beta reader and editor @reginleight. Thank you for still sticking with me! 💛

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When Bradley was eight years old, he met Aurora and Peyton Benjamin-Mitchell. He didn’t know it at the time but deep down he knew he would have those two in his life forever. Aurora, Bradley, and Peyton became the best trio of friends and had many memories together.

As years went by, Bradley started to grow feelings for Aurora. They first drifted apart when he got his first girlfriend, he tried to push Aurora out of his mind. He thought at the time he only loved her like a friend, and could never love her more than that.

The first time they kissed that Christmas night, he knew that he would never feel the same way towards another girl as he did for his Aurora, his princess. He started to fall in love with her, little by little. Recognizing the little things, her favorite flowers, her ticks, he knew her better than he knew himself sometimes. And that scared him.

His mother then got cancer, and that was a scary time for him. He had almost lost his dad, and he didn’t want to lose his mom. Even after his mom was clear from cancer, he was still prepared to go into the Naval Academy. Then Maverick pulled his papers. To this day, he had still never gotten over it and how angry he had been.

Regardless, he still remained civil with him because of his dad, Aurora and Peyton. They never really brought it up to him, as Bradley still ended up going to the Naval Academy after going to college for four years. Even though it had set him back for those four years, he was determined to make it. To prove that he was able to become a naval aviator in honor of his dad.

During this time, he slowly became more aware of his feelings towards Aurora, but never said anything because of the distance and timing. So when Aurora had announced that she was going to start her career at NCIS as an agent, Bradley knew the timing still wasn’t right.

He knew if he had told her about his feelings, she would give up everything to be with him, so he didn’t say anything. Instead, he loved her from afar and a few months after that, he was invited to Top Gun. He was proud to show his dad that he had become a Top Gun graduate like he was, and went on to become a great naval aviator to this day.

But even after achieving his hopes and dreams, he longed for what his dad and mom had. The connection of his best friend and soulmate all in one. He missed Aurora deeply. He promised himself that he would always come back for her, that he would find his way back to her. Even now, his thoughts just couldn’t help but wander back to her…

“Earth to Bradley.” A voice draws him out from his thoughts, snapping Bradley back to reality and his current surroundings.

He turned his head to Peyton, who had joined him outside and sat across from him. He could feel Peyton’s boot knocking against his own occasionally from where they sat together.

Currently both were sitting on the porch railing, looking out towards the ocean from the backyard porch of Bradley’s parents house. Goose and Carole were currently vacationing in Europe, so they let Bradley and Peyton stay at their place during their assignment.

“I’ve been calling you for like a whole solid 5 minutes.”

“Sorry, I’ve been deep in thought.”

“I’ll say. I can’t believe we’re back here,” Peyton says, leaning his head on a support beam.

“Yeah, neither can I,” Bradley mumbles as he turns back to the view.

“What do you think this mission is?” Peyton speaks up after a moment of silence between the two.

“Who knows. Can’t be anything good if they pulled us from our current deployment.” Bradley replies.

“Well, a mission is a mission.”

“God, you’re starting to sound like Hangman.”

Peyton kicks Bradley in retort, almost making him fall off the railing.

“Do you think he’s here for the mission as well?”

“Probably. If scuttlebutt says that the higher ups are calling in the best of the best, it makes sense that he would be here too. Probably Phoenix as well.”

“Why were you called back then?” Peyton smirks.

Bradley kicks Peyton back for that remark, rolling his eyes.

“Everyone is probably going to meet up at the Hard Deck,” Bradley says to which Peyton hums in reply, fiddling his fingers.

Bradley looks at him, knowing that Peyton only plays with his fingers when he’s hiding something.

Then it dawned on him.

“You didn’t tell your mom you were stateside, did you?”

“I, I haven’t had the chance-”

Bradley’s groans interrupted him.“Pey, you know she’s going to kill you for not telling her earlier, right?”

“Well, that’s future Peyton’s problem to deal with.”

Bradley faceplam’s his own face, knowing he would not want to face the wrath of Mama Penny, especially since Peyton hadn’t seen her since he was deployed almost a year ago.

“Wait, hold on. What about Rory? When was the last time you talked to her?”

“When was the last time we sent a postcard?”

“In Japan a few months ago”

“A few months ago.” Peyton answers Bradley’s previous question of their last communication.

“Holy shit, she’s gonna kill you!”

“No, no. She’s going to kill both of us,” Peyton states matter of factly.

“I’m not going to be a part of this.”

“Well, you kind of are, since you didn’t reply back to her letter she sent back to us either.”

“We’ve been a bit busy,” Bradley admits reluctantly. Both Peyton and Bradley had been busy on deployment, Bradley always doing runs while Peyton was working on the planes.

“Oh yeah, okay,” Peyton answers sarcastically. “Let’s see if she’ll accept that answer.”

Bradley groans, knowing Aurora would be furious that neither of them told her that they were both stateside.

Aurora was so busy at her NCIS job, yet she still had time to write them both a letter, and send them care packages. These last few months had just been really busy for him.

“Look, we’ll call her after our first day back at Top Gun tomorrow. She’ll be so happy to hear from us, she won’t even remember being mad at us forgetting to tell her about being stateside,” Peyton reasons with Bradley, trying to get him to calm down a bit.

Bradley sighs. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Peyton smirks at him as he hops down from the railing. “Now c’mon. Let’s head to the Hard Deck, see Mama Penny and the rest of the aviators who were called back.”

“You just want to see if Hangman’s here so you can suck his-”

“Shut up!” Peyton interrupts him, heading back into the house holding up his middle finger for Bradley to see.

Bradley chuckles, as he looks back towards the ocean. After this mission, he was going to fly to Virginia to see Aurora.

He was going to keep the promise he made to himself. He was going to tell her how he felt and would make everything work between the two of them. He just needed to get through this mission.

Little did he know that the girl he dreamed about night and day was already on her way back to him sooner than they both had thought.

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years ago

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Ruin My Life; Daniel Seavey

a/n: Im currently reading red, white, and royal blue so the enemies to lovers trope is just make me UGH! right now 💘

description: you hate your brother’s best friend, and he hates you, too. but alcohol can change that.

You swayed your weight from foot to foot, eyes boring into the swirling champagne in your hand. Your hand went in a rapid momentum, determined to create a perfect rhythm of waves inside your glass. You were almost able to drown out the awful music pounding in your eardrums, but it was still there.

People whooped and hollered across the house and you jumped. Champagne sloshed over the side of your glass and stickened your wrist. You rolled your eyes and reached for a napkin behind the borderline sex scene beside you. Luckily, you wiped up the drink before it could create a residue in your skin. You downed the rest of what was in your hand and dumped the dirty dish in the full sink.

You pushed through the sweaty bodies, attempting to find your friends who had gotten away from you. You were happy that the pandemic was over and you could finally be in a crowd of people again. You loved partying and, yeah, people not dying was pretty great.

Tonight, however, you were just annoyed. Perhaps it was because you’d been inside for the past year and it was difficult to adjust to so much social interaction. Or maybe it was your mortal enemy, grinding against an all-too familiar body, your other mortal enemy who latched on to some guy to get in here.

You were forcing yourself not to glare at Daniel, but it was difficult when he was near your friend group, the ones you’d been trying to keep your attention on. And he kept glancing at you, probably to try and telepathically send his hate to you.

You latched a hand onto Kay’s shoulder, tugging herself behind her. She was absolutely gone, red eyes and loose body against Zach. Anna and Christina were against each other, making up for the fact that Anna was single and Daniel would break her and any guy up. You pushed yourself between them, pushing your hips against Anna’s. She tossed her head back, cackling.

Christina slung her arms over your shoulders. You thanked God that she and Corbyn were on good terms because she had become one of your closest friends throughout their relationship. But you knew her and your brother were too close to never speak to each other ever again.

You didn’t even know the song, but the beat was easy to match. Before you knew it, it was over, and Rihanna’s S&M roared through the house. You jumped in place and squealed excitedly. Your eyes and mind were no longer on Daniel: you were in your happy place. Christina placed a shot in your hand, sprinkled some salt on her wrist. You took the steps willingly, squeezing your eyes shut from the taste of the alcohol.

Kay gave you the lime and you licked Christina’s hand. Your eyes adjusted back to the light and you made eye contact with Daniel again. You smirked at him, boasting your silent competition to just make him as mad as possible.

You don’t know why you hated him. Maybe it was because he was overwhelmingly and unfairly talented and fucking hot. Or maybe it was because he of what he said to you years ago.

You were the same age as Daniel, but it took you a little longer than most teenagers to really get there with puberty. You met him at 16, when your body was still adjusting. And, though you hated to admit it, you were ugly. You didn’t see him again for 2 years, and throughout that short period of time, you had grown up, to say the least.

Daniel noticed this- as did many others- and made a comment to your brother about how you used to look. Since then, you vowed to hate his existence. And just because you hated him, he hated you, too.

But, for a second, instead of that familiar glare in his eyes, you saw the purple disco lights flash across his face and his pupils flush with lust.

You spun around, forcing him to watch as you grabbed a guy friend by the neck and grind your way into him. You had every intention to get laid tonight, having gone nearly a year without any sex because of the pandemic. So, you were wearing a low-cut, silk black dress with a jean jacket, heels that had been abandoned a while ago, and a choker.

Daniel had never hated your fucking guts more than he did in that moment. He knew you knew what you were doing. The outfit, the dance moves. The eye contact you made with him when you licked Christina’s hand.

He knew how ironic it would be for him to act on his thoughts. How grossly hilarious it would be. But, God. That dress.

Daniel gently pushed off of the girl between his fingers. He could feel her disappointed expression, but he didn’t care. He made his way around the living room, to the kitchen. Eyes on you. He stopped at the counter, where the drinks were. He leaned against it, smug, and dangled a glass of some fruity vodka in his hand.

He felt someone’s presence beside him and glanced. Jonah spoke, loudly over the louder music, “Dani, I know you hate her. But, look at how hot Y/N looks right now. That as-“

Daniel punched Jonahs shoulder lightly, “Watch it. She’s a woman.”

“No, I know, I know. But it’s not like I’m a predator. Just complimenting,” Jonah defended, taking a swif of his drink.

“Still. Respect, man.”

Jonah apologized beneath his breath, stalking off to Tessa or whoever. Daniel slid onto the bar stool, continuing to watch you. You spun around in Jack’s hold, hand dragging up your thigh, dropping the hem of the dress right before something showed.

Jack danced innocently with you, just holding onto your hips respectfully, swaying you side to side and allowing you to move to the beat properly. Daniel knew his intentions weren’t anything beyond having fun, but he noticed Jack’s eyes sliding up your body, from your bare feet, to your legs, your torso.

Daniel felt red hot anger- a familiar feeling he got whenever a guy or girl looked at you with that hunger he swallowed everyday. Daniel crushed the red solo cup in his hands and tossed it onto the counter behind him.

He layed eyes on one of your friends beside you. They were a little more sober than anybody else. Daniel noticed you down three more shots as he made his way to them.

They- Alex- met Daniel’s eyes and once he was in speaking distance, said, “Why do you look so pissed?”

“Just dance with me.”

They grinned at Daniel, going into rhythm with him as the song changed again. Side to Side.

Alex watched Daniel’s eyes flick between you and Jack, who spun you so your back was flush to his chest. You held onto his hands as they pressed your hips to his, swaying side to side. You grinned wide, eyes ablaze as the alcohol went through your system. Your head fell back on Jack’s shoulder. He whispered something to you and you both laughed.

Alex tapped Daniel’s hip. They met eyes, and Alex said, “Okay, Mr. Jealous. Instead of brooding, why don’t you just grab her?”

“It’d be rude,” Daniel shrugged, tugging them closer.

“She’s a conscious drunk. She can handle it.”

Daniel glanced back at you again. You had turned back to Jack, held his fingers in your hands. You were twisting side to side- like the song- pulling Jack in and out from you.

Alex pushed Daniel by the shoulders. He fell into you and Jack, pushing you apart. Everyone adapted to the change in dance momentum, the group of friends- now including Zach and Kay, Jonah and Christina, Anna and Alex- danced with one another.

You danced freely, mouthing the words to yourself and eyes mostly closed. Jack smirked at Daniel, a knowing look in his eyes. He lodged Daniel into his spot, somehow pushing your path towards Daniel.

Your hands swayed through the air, landing on Daniel as the path interceded his. Your hatred existed in your drunken state, but you were too taken over by alcohol to feel like pushing him away. Besides, the slightly horny, happy side of you was inhabiting your dance moves.

You wrapped your arms around Daniel’s neck. He cradled your hips, sending flames afire in your stomach. You nearly choked on the pure ecstasy that burst through you. He smelled so good. Felt so warm, so fitting against you. Your hips moved with each other, fast and easy.

Your fingers curled into his hair, lips brushing dangerously close to his neck. You were panting, overwhelmed and trying to hold yourself back. It was proving difficult when Daniel’s fingers ghosted the straps of your dress and your neck.

You took the bravery you had flowing in your blood and clamped your teeth down on his ear. You swear you heard him gulp.

“Do you know much I hate you?” You whispered in his ear.

Daniel, who was surprisingly submissive in this moment, shook his head.

You laughed, a short, breathless chortle, “So fucking much.”

Next thing you knew, you were down the hall, in his bedroom. The door slammed shut, fingers nimbly locked the handle. A jacket fell to the floor. A shirt. A belt. Somebody’s breath became lyrics to a drowned out song.

It was dark, red LED lights he had left on creating a backdrop to your actions. Daniel had you around his hips, fingers digging into your bottom as he held you up. He dropped you to you feet and you slid your way down to your knees.

Daniel was so ready for this. But he watched as you stumbled and laughed over the button to his jeans. Daniel leaned down to your height and picked you up again. Except this time, he cradled you like a child.

You gasped as your feet left the ground, but you didn’t fight his hold too much. Daniel set you on the edge of his bed as you shot guffaws his way.

“Why’d you stop?” You shivered in your thin dress.

Daniel shuffled over to his closet, shaking his head. “You’re drunk.”

He tossed one of his hoodies your way. You rolled your eyes, “I’m perfectly capable of making decisions when drunk.”

“Not necessarily. I’d rather see you naked sober.”

Though he was being caring, Daniel still smirked. You groaned, flipping on your back on the bed.

“This is why I fucking hate you.”

You still put on the hoodie, but the room became tense. Though you had nearly made your way to sex, your lips had yet to touch. You blamed that on the unresolved conflict between you.

Daniel slouched on his piano bench. “Yeah, can we fucking talk about that shit? I mean, you constantly act like I just killed your puppy.”

“You might as well have,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Can you at least tell me what I did?”

“Why? You act the same way towards me.”

Daniel furiously nodded, “Yeah, I’m reflecting the way you treat me.”

You furrowed your brows and scoffed, again. “Have you never heard of the Golden Rule?”

“Have you?! Seriously, what the fuck did I do to you?” Daniel stood, nearing you.

You stood, too, not nearly as intimidating since he had a few inches on you. “You seriously don’t know?”

Daniel shook his head. “Obviously not.”

You held an open hand, beginning to tap each finger to list off what he did. “First of all, you’re fucking annoying. You’re talented at like every instrument ever, and a bunch of other stupid shit. And, we can’t go a single day without being reminded. Second of all, you’re a major fuck boy, constantly jumping from girl to girl. Third, you made a disgusting comment to Corbyn about how ugly I used to be, as if I needed to be reminded. And lastly, you’re so hot and that might be a good thing, but you’re egostiscal about it. Again, never letting a day pass without us being reminded.”

Daniel was taken back, eyes drawing over your heaving chest. It was hot, obviously, but was too focused on your harsh words to care.

“Okay, what the fuck?” He replied, shocked. “I can’t help that I’m talented and hot. And I don’t force it into your brain everyday. Like, what the fuck does that even mean? I’m not a fuck boy. Yeah, maybe I dance with a few girls every one and a while, but I never have sex with them. I haven’t even been in a relationship or on a single date in, like, years. And lastly, where did you even get the idea that I said that about you?”

“I was standing around the fucking corner, Daniel,” you finally looked at him. Your nose was scrunched in anger, eyes aflame and face red.

Daniel shrugged, “What did I even say?”

“I can’t believe you don’t remember,” you rolled your eyes. “You said that you were shocked when you saw me because last time you did, I wasn’t the best looking.”

Daniel laughed, an egoistical and inflammatory noise. It infuriated you. “Did you stick around to hear what I said after?”

“No, of course not. I went home and cried myself to sleep,” you practically spit back.

Daniel folded his hands, squeezing his skin together to hold composure. “Y/N, I told Corbyn that I thought you were gorgeous. Before and now. That you were one of the nicest girls I knew and he was lucky to have such a cool sister.

Your face flushed, a cold sweat sending goosebumps down your skin. “Oh...”

“And do you know what I said to Jack later that day?” Daniel stepped close to you.

You held in your breath, shaking your hand. Your arms were crossed so tightly, you thought you might puke.

Daniel whispered now, fingers ghosting your hips. “I told him that I didn’t know if I could control myself. I told him he that I knew I couldn’t have you, cause of Corbyn. But that you were too pretty, too sexy.”

Daniel finally landed his hands on your hips and you gasped. You wouldn’t let up your angered expression, though, and bit back with a whispered, “You’re just proving my comment about you being a fuck boy.”

“Let me finish,” he squeezed your skin, the harsh tone making your knees weak. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to act like I hate you? To bite back a smile every time you walk in the room? Every time you tell one your stupid fucking jokes? I have to act like I don’t want to have a conversation with you about your movies and books, like I wouldn’t love to hug you every time you come over.”

Your heart palpitated in it’s spot, and you swore you could hear her gasp.

“And, yeah, maybe I do want to bend you over my bed and rip off this fucking dress...” Daniel leaned in, mumbling in your ear. “But I want to take you out on a proper date, treat you better than those little boys you’re constantly forcing yourself to like.”

You felt like screaming, but not in hatred. Screaming in a ‘oh my fucking god’ type of way. Your hands founder his shoulders, gripping at his shirt in a desperate manner.

Daniel held you close to him, lips skimming your neck gently. “Would you let me?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed.

Daniel pulled his head from the divet of your neck, meeting your eyes. He shoved his lips against yours, pushing up at your head to force yours to sit properly against his. Your breathed him in, deeply and wholly.

Your finger dug into his skin, attempting to grab into reality, because there was no fucking way this was happening.

But it was. Daniel was kissing you, expressing his affection for you.

Daniel broke off the kiss, though you chased his lips by learning forward. He chuckled, squeezing your hip.

“Patience. Let’s get you sleep and sober you up,” he spoke sweetly. It was a foreign tone for you.

It wouldn’t be complicated, switching from constantly glaring at and hating him to loving him. Because you’d loved him this entire time. It would be easy.

And it was already feeling natural.

He carefully tugged off the hoodie and you dress, helped you slip into his sweatpants and back into the hoodie. He guided you to his attached bathroom, found some of Anna’s leftover makeup wipes. Daniel lifted you onto the counter, swept off your smeared mascara and sweaty concealer. He peppered kisses in the trails of the wipes.

You hopped off the counter and washed off your face with warm water. Daniel had left the room, probably to inform everyone you weren’t kidnapped. He came back after you sat on the edge of his bed. He handed you a water bottle and held up a bottle of aspirin.

“For tomorrow.”

You leaned up to kiss him and he kissed back.

You found yourself curled into his side, wondering why you had ever hated him.

You realized it was because you hated feeling vulnerable and weak. But, love didn’t make you weak. It made you strong. And that was something you would learn well.

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