#i will be making javy & bradley besties in this

[nixie-deangel]

for @phisworld14 who asked for 🍷💔👀:

🍷 Jake's family causes the hangster break up

“Tally,” Jake murmurs. But clears his throat before he says anything else. He brings a hand up to rub at his face, ensuring that while he feels the sting, the burn at the back of his eyes at his baby sister’s words, no tears actually fall from his eyes.

💔 icemav break up / icedad

“What?” Pausing, all three of them whirl around to see Bradley standing there. His face paling and stricken as he seems to register what exactly his mom and uncles were arguing, fighting about. Tom feels like his heart is falling, ripping, from his chest as seeing the absolute hurt and heartbreak overcome Bradley’s face.

👀 B&B, Celebrity Bradley, handyman Jake

“And you went into modeling and entertainment?” Bradley inquires. “How’d that happen, with all your sisters and brothers getting involved with the family business?”

Make Nixie Write!

[seitmai]

Ok I couldn't stop thinking about the daggers as dogs since yesterday reading "Was It Over?" Chapter 9 by @ohtobeleah, I now proudly present:

The daggers as dogs

Hangman - German Shepherd

This is als Leah's idea but I can see it so vividly and it makes so much more sense reading into them. They are intelligent, loyal and energetic. But they are also confident and alert, which comes in handy with their protective instincts. Also what can I say, I think Jake in dog form would look like a German Shepherd. That's it.

Rooster - Siberian Husky

Those dogs are independent, active and playful but also fucking stubborn. They can be little drama queens (gn) with the howling and whining because they need attention. A perfect fit for Bradley, the man with the sunglasses on, inside a bar.

Phoenix - Dalmatian

I think Dalmatians are beautiful with a special form of grace. They can be reserved or even a little aggressive with strangers but are also known for smiling, when they are with their humans. What can I say, that's Phoenix to me. Due to being a woman in the Navy she has to keep her guard up, especially around people she doesn't know. Once she gets to know someone, her bright character and smile can be seen regularly.

Coyote - Doberman Pinscher

First of all I don't know what Javy's skincare is, but it must be good because he is glowing. And I get the same feeling seen a Doberman Pinscher. They are also good-natured, intelligent, active and super loyal. So loyal that they are sometimes considered "velcro dogs". Which makes sense in my eyes, seeing him and Jake as besties together.

Payback - Bernese Mountain Dog

That man is a family man in my head, and a bernese mountain dog is the family dog. They are patient, social and especially good with children. Don't tell me all of this doesn't absolutely sound like Reuben? If you disagree, you are wrong. I don't make the rules.

Fanboy - Beagle

I literally googled "startrek dog" and there was a Beagle lol. But then I read about it and wow it fits! They are adaptable, curious and loving. As if it wouldn’t fit already perfectly, they also have a natural desire to please. What can I say, Mickey in my head has a praise kink so that tracks.

BOB - Great Dane

Ahh yes, the gentle giant under the dogs. They are shy and reserved but will be devoted, friendly and affectioned to their loved ones. So basically, Bob in dogform, I rest my case your honor.

My credentials are: I love dogs and have unrestricted internet access lol

[sterekdyke]

Okay but I can’t stop thinking about girl!Jake (Jake Bradley and ice and mav all as women, everyone else can be canon gender I guees), fighting tooth and nail to get on the boys football team in high school and killing it on the field and then putting on a cute little sun dress and being all charming country cowgirl esque and all the boys love her and the girls don’t know what to do with her, but she bonds with girls over ‘girly’ things (which she genuinely does love) and with boys about sports and how her brothers taught her to fix cars, and the whole school would fuck her if she let them. But she won’t…

But Jake wants to fly planes, and she can’t do that if she’s out, so she makes out with her gal pals at sleep overs and complains to her best friend Javy. He and her joke that Jake should have been into men so they could be together, but they both are ride or die and understand that their friendship is just as important as any future partners they may have.

Jake falls in love with a woman who’s a little older than their cohort and always wears dumb Hawaiian shirts and has these stupid curls and long long legs. Bradley clearly has some big attachment issues and is incredibly avoidant one minute and then when they’re alone she’s all over Jake. Sure, they have to be careful of DADT, but women are allowed to physical in a way men aren’t, so what gives?? The only person Jake sees Bradley be affectionate with without reservation is Natasha Trace and it makes Jake want to set her own plane on fire. Why can’t Jake and Bradley cuddle in the rec room the way Bradley and Nat do? It would be fine…

So she flies like she’s on fucking fire, just like her hero (and ‘celebrity’ crush) Maverick (one of the first female fighter pilots, one of the best pilots ever) and unknowingly triggers the fuck out of Bradley who pushes her away further. Jake tells Bradley she loves her before graduation, Bradley tells her they have to choose flying or each other, and she doesn’t want to ask that of Jake, so she chose for them. She wants Jake to fly and forget they ever were more than friends.

Javy, being besties with Jake, has no reservations with hitting women in a fist fight, which he makes very clear to Bradley after she breaks Jake’s heart. Bradley ruins the satisfaction by basically saying please hit me and crying all over Javy, who is just too weirded out by measured and detached (when it comes to Jake) Bradley Bradshaw sobbing about how everything always ends and people always die or lie or get torn away and Javy better fucking punch her lights out and promise to make sure Jake is happy and in the sky and he better fucking promise not to mention this conversation to Jake. Javy calls Nat to come get Bradley. He doesn’t punch her in the face like she so desperately wants him to. It seems to earn Javy brownie points with Nat.

Jake doesn’t learn about that conversation for many years. She does learn other things though. DADT ends and her other lifelong hero Admiral Tomaszi ‘Iceman’ Kazansky comes out in the aftermath, as a lesbian (which, duh have you seen that woman’s frosted tipped flat top????). Iceman gets a lot of flack from all ranks, but her achievements speak for themselves and Jake is in total awe. In the release Kazansky spoke of the harm DADT had done her community and her family, and she hoped it was a step forward. She mentioned a partner, and there was a slew of speculation, but Jake was too busy getting laid to give it much thought. She sent Bradley a text, one of solidarity and excitement: “if THE ICEMAN can come out so can we 🎉” Bradley leaves her on read. Jake gets the hint. Etc etc…

I have more weird lesbian brain worms, but idk if I’ll keep going or write this, but HANGSTER AS LESBIANS WHY HAS NO ONE DONE IT????

[arcane-vagabond]

hot takes:

1) i kinda hate the fanfics where the daggers learn that jake has an s/o and they're like "oh they're probably like XYZ perceived negative ideas/traits" but then his s/o is the opposite of jake/what they were expecting.

like so what if that person is what they were expecting?? maybe jake wants someone who can match his asshole energy or who can be mean/a bitch when they wanna be. what's wrong with being a person (especially a woman) with those traits?? it's giving only small, delicate, shy, sweet woman are worthy of being a romantic partner. like yeah jake's a southern boy but who says he wouldn't want someone the opposite of a southern belle personality??

like tbh i think his s/o would be indifferent or straight up dislike the daggers because of how they view him in the movie and they're continued use of "bagman", and would be like their preconceived notions of what his s/o would be like. the squad honestly not knowing jake well and have an idea in their heads of who he is was a big part of the movie and i think that'd extend into his love life with them being kinda hostile/skeptical of his s/o but they'd give the same energy back

2) i hate when people disregard jake & javy's friendship in fics and make bradley his bff. like hello??? canonically jake and javy are besties!! i can't imagine jake and bradley becoming bffs and having bradley be his best man or godfather to his kid when javy is literally right there and has been with him thru thick & thin.

people need to put some goddamn respect on javy's name. it lowkey gives racism 😬🫣

PEOPLE NEED TO PUT RESPECT ON JAVY’S NAME!!!! YES!!!!!! It is wild to me seeing people make Jake and Bradley out to be best friends. Do I think they become tentative friends after the events of TGM? Sure. Best friends? Absolutely NOT.

Javy is so underrated and underutilized in fics, I agree. I need to be better about incorporating him myself tbh

[withahappyrefrain]

Ok but my dad is (finally) letting me use the grill (dads in the US have a ✨thing✨ about other people using their grill, care of the grill (“But autism isn’t real Katie, nobody was autistic before Obama” 🙄😂) So I’m making sandwiches cause that’s less high stakes I guess..apparently you can’t put water on it to wash it?? But oil ?cleans it?? I don’t understand anything ever.

But you KNOW Jake has a bbqs and only lets Javy touch the grill (“you have your bronco, I have this, back off Bradshaw”) I also feel like Bradley inherited a grill from his dad, Mav and him use it together when they have people over…

I feel like nobody really expects Bob to be THE grill master but he’s a Midwest boy..he has an apron and a drawer attached to the grill for the spatulas..the dagger squad is SHOOK when he throws a mini backyard party and has this whole grill station (but he lets people touch things “but don’t blame me if it burns you”)

Phoenix is the only one not suprised by Bob’s cooking skills, cause it’s Phoenix and they’re besties..

Fanboy, ever the couch surfer and dagger squad bachelor,asks him to bring leftovers because “I’ll just microwave everything and eat takeout otherwise” And Bob was raised better than to let someone eat take out every day..Fanboy gets his fridge stocked and “I’ll teach you..are those printed out takeout menus on your desk..we’re in our 30’s dude” “How did you pass the navy physical..you should be glowing in the dark with all the microwaving and preservatives”

Hell yeah, now you're the grill Dad!!

Jake and Bradley absolutely argue over who gets to grill at the annual dagger squad bbq. The first time it happened, they were so busy arguing neither of them noticed Bob quietly turning on the grill and getting started lol.

I agree that Bob is from the Midwest and he makes a mean hot dish. The first time he brings his tater tot hot dish, Jake is like "the fuck is this?' "you're from Texas, home of unholy fried food, you really want to play this game Bagman?"

The idea of Bob and Mickey cooking together is 😭😭😭😭 I love those two

[antiatuz]

Hangster as children (HeadCanons)!

While many babies cried, Bradley was more of a quiet baby who cried as seldom as others slept...he was soon able to sit and crawl, which was often stressful for the parents, but they loved their little son dearly.

On the other hand, Jake was a very loud baby and cried constantly. Jake loooved to scream. He always screamed when you were supposed to sleep or be quiet. He learned to walk quickly, and always had his pacifier or thumb in his mouth.

As a toddler, Jake was very heavy! He was constantly climbing on tables and so on. He loved to run around, but always with a pacifier in his mouth.

When Bradley was four years old, Mommy told him Daddy disappeared. When he first heard that, Bradley screamed for the first time, even louder than his Kindergarten friend Jake; and looked for him, tripped over his little shoes, hurt his knee and when he tried to hold on to the table (on which his friend Jake always climbed), everything crashed down on him. When the teacher returned from Jake (who was a difficult child, and he almost always needed a teacher by his side) to Carole and her son, she found a screaming child sitting in a pile of coloring books… She immediately told Carole (who was already in tears) to give her a moment alone with Bradley. But when Mommy disappeared, Bradley didn't notice. The teacher talked to him softly and tried to comfort him, but little Bradley's sobs didn't stop until he saw Jake at the door.

Bradley talked less and less from then on, never too much. What he said mostly was: "What is this? Who is this? How does it work? Why? What??? Dumb Jake! No!!!" Expressions like DeeDee from Dexter's Laboratory would use. When he didn't talk, Bradley was always alone in the corner where Jake built LEGO sets. They all looked beautiful, but he would find a ball then, kick it hard, and knock over the LEGO tower and looked with innocent eyes like a kitten knocked over a vase accidentally. This was the only thing that made Bradley laugh shortly, other than that, he laughed very very very seldom at his Kindergarten School.

At home Jake didn't spend time with Bradley, because the two kids didn't use to visit each other's houses; Jake had Javy for that. With his pacifier in his mouth, he played soccer with Javy; Jake's parents thought he'd make a good soccer player someday. Meanwhile at Bradley's home, Baby Goose rarely showed his feelings. As he grew up to be a teenager, he never said what he felt. Even when he fell down, he didn't ask for anyone's help. He became a "suffer in silence" kind. He never said he was hurt, he never said he was mad, he never said he was sad.

On the other hand, Jake had already started going out for coffees with Javy. He was simply trying to impress girls. Javy thought he acted like a peacock but never said anything. He never judged or criticized, because he was his best friend. Having a bestie since you were a kindergarten schooler was something hard these days.

Tell me if you liked and I might continue. I have mooore ideas~~

These are the times when Bradley and Jake were small kids/teenagers. At those times, Maverick and Iceman were adults, coping with the life changes during 80s and 90s. What were they doing? Ask me.

[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Twenty-Seven

A/N: we are almost done with Germy 😏 for now

Besties for the resties: @dragon-kazansky @gracespicybradshaw @mrsjaderogers @callmemana @ladylanera @kloofspeaks @callsignthirsty @cycbaby @likelyrowdy @roosterscockpit @notyoursbutlewis @starlit-epiphany @askmarinaandothers

The men of Hermes' squadron lied through their teeth on the mission debrief and they interrupted her at every chance. If looks could kill? They'd all be as dead as they wished she was.

The fire in her eyes was running wild, and they had no idea how burned they were about to get.

Their Admiral announced that their squadron was being invited back to Top Gun per one Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. That made Lucky smirk, they all celebrated but they had no idea.

When they boarded the plane, Lucky sat alone. Her notebook full of their mistreatments tucked safely in her bag. She was scrolling through pictures on her phone when she comes across one of all of their Chaos Family at their wedding. She knew that everyone in this picture would have her back in California, and she felt safe.

-----

Ice was pacing back and forth. Their plane was landing soon and he couldn't decide whether he was going to hug his girl or punch Hermes first.

Dragon already knew what she was doing, she was holding her girl, Mickey could kiss bricks if he thinks he's getting the first hug.

Cin was also freaking out, Jake had told her that Lucky was almost home and though she knew her friend would never blame her for sending her on this mission. She didn't want Lucky to think she did it on purpose. All she needed was to see her friends smile as she was reunited with them all.

Jake had gathered Bradley, Javy, Rueben, Phoenix and Bob in the rec room as they awaited the plane. He finally told them what he'd done for Lucky and about the report she'd filed aganist Hermes the first time they'd been at Top Gun. Bradley obviously was the most mad about it, but the others were just as angry. They would all stand behind her during the meeting.

Mickey was more than excited, he was finally going to have his wife in his arms once more. He knew he probably wouldn't get the first hug, but once he did? He wasn't letting go.

-----

"You must think you're tough shit coming home."

"Well Hermes, unlike you I have friends."

"You sure know how to be nice."

The bus takes them from the airport to Top Gun. The boys seem to think they are about to be rewarded by THE Iceman for a job well done.

Waiting outside was the entire Dagger Squad, in the middle stood Ice and Dragon with stony expressions.

The men all climbed out of the bus first forming a line, Lucky behind them the smirk on her face obvious, she bypasses their formal line and half-runs to the group standing there. Mickey takes a step forward and catches her duffle bag when she throws it into his arms. She reaches Cin and hugs her friend as tight as she could.

"I'm so sorry Lucky."

"Don't you dare apologize babe. I love you."

"I love you too." Cin tears up and cries into her shoulder.

She can hear the men making comments, she doesn't care. This is her home, these are her people.

After Cin had been properly hugged, Dragon stepped forward and took her daughter into her arms.

"Welcome home baby." She whispers in her ear.

"Thanks Momma."

"They'll never hurt you again."

"Can we get this little show on the road?" Calls out Hermes, and Lucky can feel Dragon tense up.

"Well gentleman, I suppose we can do that." Ice says, as Lucky makes her way to Mickey's arms. He kisses her forehead and doesn't let go.

Hermes steps forward, "I'm sure you understand how important this mission was and it was a success."

"Was it?" Jake says. "Was it really?"

"It's good to see you again Hangy." Hermes smirked.

Lucky goes to remove herself from Mickeys grip but he just tightens his hold around her waist.

"I wouldn't call almost killing the best aviator in the Navy, a successful mission." The voice that spoke was Dragon's, but she sounded nothing like how anyone had ever heard her before. Sure they'd heard her angry, but this? This was a whole new level, this was Dragon.

Hermes straightened up at that but he kept that damn smirk on his face, "I don't recall almost dying on this mission Commander Kazansky."

Lucky growled at that comment and Mickey had to tighten his grip again, thankfully Payback, Coyote, and Rooster were all there to offer hands to keep Lucky from beating the shit out of Hermes despite them all wanting to let her go.

"And I don't recall you ever being a good aviator." Dragon retorts.

"Oh you were talking about Lucky weren't you? She's fine, obviously she has all her little boytoys..."

He doesn't get to finish his statement, Lucky manages to shake off all her "little boytoys" and stomps her way over to Hermes.

"You can be an asshole to me all you want Hermes, but you say one word about any of my family? There won't be a body for your poor mother to bury."

For what it's worth, Hermes stands his ground too.

"Well damn Steele, no need to throw a temper tantrum."

"Her last name isnt Steele anymore." Mickey says walking up behind his wife. "It's Garcia."

"I guess my invitation got lost in the mail, since you have me to thank for getting the girl."

"I would have never said yes to you." Lucky says her voice dark, not liking where this was going.

He looked around at his men then at the crowd behind Lucky, then back down at Lucky.

"Men, you all just had the opportunity to fly with the only pilot who had to bang her way to the top. I mean look at all the men back there supporting her. You got Rooster and Hangy who can't deny a pretty girl. Hell I bet she's even rolled around with Coyote and Payback though I wouldn't imagine they are really her type. Maybe even sweet Bobby over there has had a chance. You think Iceman would be pulling out all the stops if he didn't know just how good that pus.."

When the fist connects with Hermes' face time stands still. Lucky has to look down at her own hands to make sure she hadn't punched him. No, it hadn't been her. It had been her husband. Her sweet, kind, goofy husband had punched the motherfucker.

Mickey stood over where Hermes lay on the ground holding his nose. "Never ever talk about my wife like that again or it wont just be a punch." He then turns around, grabs Luckys hand and walks her into base, bypassing even all their friends who try to stop him.

He guides her to the rec room, and once he decides they are far enough removed from the situation he turns around and kisses his wife soundly on the mouth.

"That was very sexy of you Mr. Gracia." She says as they pull apart.

"Yeah, now I know why you like punching people so much. It felt good."

Lucky smiles up at him, "can I see the damage?"

He holds out his right hand, and they both cringe a little when they see how bruised the knuckles already are.

"You pulled a real me out there." Lucky teases as she digs the first aid kit out of a cabinet.

"He wasn't going to finish that statement, not about my girl." Lucky opens her mouth, but he stops her, "I know you can handle yourself Bay, but I did vow to always protect you."

Lucky just smiles at him as she makes him sit on the worn out couch, and straddles his lap. Taking his hand in hers, she begins to take care of his knuckles.

"It's odd being on the other end of this." Mickey comments as he watches his wife concentrate on wrapping his hand.

"Oh shut up."

"Pretty sure I also vowed to annoy you the rest of our lives."

"That was Spicy's speech not your vows you dipshit."

"Spicy is smarter than I am."

"I'm glad you finally realize this."

He laughs, "I missed you."

"I missed you more."

"Impossible because I missed you way more than he did." Cin's voice carries through the rec room.

"Cin!" Lucky jumps off Fanboy's lap and runs to her friend and gives her another crushing hug. "I missed you so much too."

"Wow okay, I'm just chopped liver then." Mickey says sarcastically.

"Shut up Mickey." Both girls say at the same time.

"Where the fuck is my sister and my hug from her?"

"Roo!" Lucky catapults herself into his arms.

"God I missed you sis."

"Awww you missed me?"

"Don't ruin this nice moment."

The others joined them and hugs were given all around. Rueben picked her up and spun her around. Javy kissed her cheek.

Jake leans against the doorway taking in the sight.

"I guess I'm happy to see you back here in one piece." He says and Lucky whips around.

"Oh Jake, thank you so much." She says as she hugs him tight. "I guess you aren't so bad."

"Wow thanks babe."

"Hey now, that's my wife Seresin." Mickey teases.

"Oh you can have her Garcia!"

"Oh come on, I'm a delight and any man would be lucky to have me."

"Only Mickey is crazy enough to love you." Jake jokes.

Lucky smiles at her friend, "thanks again Jake. It meant alot for you to actually do what I asked."

"Only for you, you chaotic woman."

Rooster interrupts to say "Spicy just text, they're shutting down the Hard Deck for a special someone's coming home party."

"What about our pals that totally are never flying for the Navy again?" Lucky asks and Cin speaks up.

"Their meeting with all the higher ups is set for tomorrow. They think it's just a debrief and maybe some rewards." She gives an evil smile.

"Then let's go drink!"

"I get first dibs at Spicy, Chicken."

"I swear to God I will race you for that."

"And there they go." Jake sighs as the two run out to their cars.

Once they got to the Hard Deck, Lucky didn't even give the car a chance to be put in park before she was climbing out and running inside the bar.

"Where's my wife?" She calls out to the empty bar.

"Baylie!" Spicy comes running out of the kitchen.

"Grace!"

The two meet in a huge hug where neither want to let go first.

"Damn it, she beat me."

"She'll always beat you Bradley."

"Ouch."

[callsignspark]

i already know a couple of them but am dying to know more about the wedding date one!! also i live and die for pt trainer bradley so 🤫

I wasn't sure which wedding date one you wanted (because there are two because I have no chill) so I did both!! and a lil info about trainer bradley!!

the wedding date fic:

this is an idea I had ages ago that I sent to @theharddeck in this ask that I've since modified. Natasha and Javy are getting married and as their besties, Jake and Bob are obviously part of the wedding.

Jake has decided he's in love with their wedding planner (a friend of Nat's but wasn't sure what her schedule would look like and if she'd be able to be in the wedding so she's helping them plan) but instead of flirting like a normal person he's gone the tugging pigtails and snarky route. he accidentally makes her cry with a comment that was supposed to be a joke. he immediately apologizes and they make up before the wedding, happy ending of them slow dancing at the reception.

Bob on the other hand as Nat's man of honor has become enamored with Javy's best friend and best woman (better name to be thought of I promise). these two are doing a lot of the heavy lifting when it comes to decorating, keeping the family fights away from the happy couple, etc. their night ends with Bob helping her take out her complex hairstyle and unzipping her dress. he takes his sweet time giving her multiple orgasms and then orders room service while she relaxes in the tub.

the wedding date fic (AU VERSION): this is a Bradley AU of the 2005 movie, The Wedding Date (I saw one gifset of Dermot Mulroney in that movie and my brain went !!!!!BRADLEY!!!!) it follows basically the same premise and is very sweet!

pt/trainer!Bradley: my beloved AU. our leading lady tears her ACL in a biking accident (that wasn't her fault) and her doctor was kind enough to get her into the best physical rehab facility in the county - the Metcalf Center! there she meets her very attractive physical therapist, Bradley Bradshaw. they both keep it professional while she's recovering, even as they're lusting for each other internally. but when her rehab course is finished and she's no longer a client??? whoooo boy. *cue the nastiest sex I've ever written*

send me a title (or several!) from my wip list to learn more about them!

[reiverreturns]

a semi-organised masterlist (ao3)

✈️ top gun maverick ✈️

quiet promises (M | Phoenix/Bob | 3k) every time I think I prefer this ship platonically they say "no <3". canon-compliant developing relationship

halcyon days (M | Phoenix/Bob | 8.6k) sequel to quiet promises, phoenix and bob roadtrip up the PCH

nostos (T | Phoenix/Bob, Rooster/Hangman, gen dagger squad | 1.6k) vignette study of how each dagger makes it home from the mission

rules of engagement (T | Phoenix & Rooster | 6.5k) platonic soulmate relationship study. no one can be besties with a man like Bradley Bradshaw without some equalising emotional baggage

when we collide (we come together) (E | Rooster/Hangman | 4.9k) life-affirming angsty smut between exes after Javy and Nat's very terrible day gone worse

painterly (G | Rooster/Hangman/Phoenix | 0.5k) established relationship sereshace character study ficlet, written for the prompt 'teal'

memory lane (G | Rooster & Maverick | 0.5k) post-canon mavdad reconciliation ficlet, written for the prompt 'rosy'

calefaction (M | Rooster/Hangman | 9k) summer exchange fic, written for the prompt 'air con broken during a heat wave, getting together'

take me to the stars (M | Maverick/Phoenix | 0.8k) post-canon established relationship ficlet, written for the prompt 'raw'

🗡️ assassin's creed valhalla 🗡️

for those we left behind (M | Eivor/Vili | 74k | unfinished) canon divergent childhood-friends-to-lovers the game should have given us ft. a greek chorus of Randvi, Birna, and Rollo

swim until you can't see land (M | Hytham/Randvi | 9.3k | unfinished) nerd4nerd crackship, post-canon angst to happy ending

attrition (E | Eivor/Vili | 8.9k) smutty reunion years after Vili takes his father's seat, against the backdrop of the the danelaw taking hold in england

🇺🇸 far cry 5 🇺🇸

blessed are the meek (T | gen | 2.7k) canon-compliant character study of Jacob Seed and his feelings towards his bastard (affectionate) family

miscellaneous writing

drabbles, WIPs, and writing asks on #reiverwrites

prompts and requests

requests and prompts are always gratefully received, though seldom filled in a timely manner

[k9effect]

Small little details I want to point out cause I love talking about them! In no particular order:

Bradley's phone is set to Do Not Disturb mode, yet Jake's number still rings through it. He makes sure he's always able to be there for Jake when he needs him.

Brad's change of clothes, how he shows up in a hoodie but takes it off when he's inside. And he's in sweats when he was just in sleep shorts at home.

Javy being at the top of Jake's recents list cause they're besties, your honour.

"Ral" is a reference to my own oc, Raleigh, who is one of Jake's much younger sisters. I need to make a whole post on her cause I absolutely adore her. She's still a young teen, 13/14 at the point of this comic.

Jake is quite restless and they move around a lot on the couch, leading up to Bradley just big spooning him with his leg around Jake's hip. Kind of an act of grounding. It works cause Jake still hasn't really moved four hours later.

The final page with the blank speech bubbles is intended to just be a private conversation between them, the reader isn't allowed to know what theyre saying.

I saw someone ask but the flip flops (thongs cause I'm australian) belong to Bradley. He came in thongs and socks like a dork who didn't waste time putting on shoes he was just gonna take off anyways.

Jake's contact on Bradley's phone is "HINGMON" purely because I find that the funniest possible way to fill in "H_NGM_N".

Jake's hesitation to kiss Bradley was intended to be because it was one of, if not THE, first kiss they shared.

"Can't leave my wingman." Bradley learnt that from his several dads.

Someone also noticed the "give me twenty" and Bradley is there like ten minutes later. Yes, he was hauling ass to get to Jake as quickly as possible.

Jake's nightmare has no actual resolution concerning the F14 exploding, because he never saw that happen, because he saved them. So his nightmare keeps cutting to black and he wakes with this overwhelming feeling of grief and sadness and guilt etc. knowing he failed.

Jake opens the door before Bradley can knock a third time. Bradley's hand is still raised in a fist to knock again.

Takes place well into their leave post mission cause their hair is grown out a lot past regulations.

Feel free to send me asks about any of this, or how you interpreted something differently, I love talking about little details :D

The Hangster Nightmare Comic!

[Click for better quality, reblogs and tags are HIGHLY appreciated as this took a very long time <3]

Full comic below the cut!

[nixie-deangel]

What's your rule there Nix? Are daily asks allowed? 😇

🦇 🦇 🦇

🐺 🐺

🍷

** For now, I'm thinking just for this weekend! BUT I think I'm gonna start doing a weekend ask, for a select number of my WIPS, that way I make progress but don't overwhelm myself and burnout! 💛💛💛

🦇 vampire jake/human bradley - hangster

Bradley knows he’s not supposed to be hearing this conversation. Knows he’s definitely not meant to be hearing everything he is. But it’s not like he planned to stumble across his mom and uncles and overhear how she’s apparently dying and there’s nothing the three can do about it. “Should we tell him? Bradley?” Mav asks. Though Bradley can tell he’s trying to keep himself quiet. “No, no let him live in a world where his mom isn’t dying for now,” Carole answers quietly. “And you're sure Viper can’t do anything to help us set up an appointment to get Carole considered?” Ice inquires. Though from the hard edge to his soft voice, Bradley knows from experience it’s a question he’s already asked and gotten an answer for that he didn’t like.

🐺 shifter au - hangster

“You gonna be fight me every step o’ the way?” Jake asks, though he knows he doesn’t really have too. He already knows Bradley is not going to come along nicely as Jake does his best to court the other shifter. Knows the man will only go along kicking and screaming and swinging. Like he doesn’t know how to let himself be treated gently. Like he doesn’t know how to let himself be loved like he deserves. Like he thinks all he’s good for is to be used and discarded.

🍷 Jake's family causes the hangster break up

continuing directly from where I stopped in this ask!

Clearing his throat again, he finally lifts his gaze to lock onto Javy and flinches back at the bewildered look on the other man’s face as he continues to assure him Bradley won’t let himself be a problem for Jake. Even if it means shattering his heart for real. “Really. Wish-wish him nothing but happiness and all that shit,” he rasps out around the lump in his throat. “Knew I wasn’t it, knew I was just a bump in the road for someone like him. So-so I’m happy for him. Sure his family’s thrilled he’s dating up instead of slummin’ it with guys like me,” he tries to joke. Though he knows it falls flat if the look on Javy’s face is anything to go by.

Make Nixie Write This Weekend!

[crazyk-imagine]

Hopeless

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/ Plus size!fem!reader/ Robert “Bob” Floyd

Characters: Fem!reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado

Warnings: Drinking, everyone wants y’all to get together, Rooster and Phoenix are besties, Jake and Javy are little shits, Natasha, Bob, and reader are adorable

Word Count: 3,366

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You two are hopeless,” Bradley comments. 

“Why?” Natasha asks, looking away from your smug grin and Jake’s unamused expression. 

Bob continues munching on his snack of the night, watching you beat Jake in a game of pool. 

“You two should just- I don’t know, confess or something.” 

“What would that do?” 

“Get you two to stop being lovesick morons, for one. Two, she’d stop yapping about how cute you two are and how- crap.” 

Natasha’s hand slips off Bobs arm as she pushes herself off the stool beside him. “How what?” 

Bradley closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, knowing that you’d kill him if you found out what he’s told her. “I already told you too much. You can figure it out by now.” 

Bob slips away from the two, placing a hand on Natasha’s back, patting it once letting her know he’ll be stepping away. He also wants to get away before the two best friends start bickering. 

-

You look away from the blond, not so cocky man formerly known as Hangman (now Bagman or Loserman) to find the sweet and handsome back seater. “Hey, you,” you smile. 

He smiles, leaning into whisper about what you can do to sink Jake and win the bet the others made. 

Your lips tug into a smile, chuckling because you know he’s right. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that,” you whisper. 

“You would have thought about it eventually. You’re a smart girl.” 

You suck in your bottom lip, nibbling on it, wondering if he’s flirting with you or just being nice. 

“Hey, gossiping hens.” 

You suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips at the interruption. You turn around, “what?” 

“You gonna keep talking or are you gonna play?” 

“But we’re talking about how great your hair looks. I was asking Bob if he knew what hair gel you used, you know, get started on your Christmas gift.” 

Bob covers his mouth, snickering at your comment.

-

Bradley stops talking which annoys Natasha. She wants to know what else you’ve told him. He smirks, taking a sip of his beer. Her brows knit together, “what? Why are you smirking like that?” 

He uses his drink to gesture at you and Bob. “Looks like he’s the first one to make a move.” 

She turns, smiling when you and Bob glance at one another. 

The two of you laugh about something most likely related to Jake, who looks annoyed more than anything. 

“Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him.” 

“Shut up.” She nudges his ribs before pushing herself out of the chair, passing him. 

-

She walks up behind Bob, placing her hand on his lower back. He looks down, the two share a smile, glancing back to you watching as you bump your hip against the sore loser. 

“Where are my winnings?” You look at the others. 

Javy pauses in his movements to count his money. The greedy smile falls from his face, he looks up, “what?” 

You purse your lips, “you won because of me. I think it’s fair you give me some of your winnings.” 

“He won that fair and square,” Jake adds. 

You hold your hand out and receive a twenty. “Thank you, kind, sir.” You skip back towards Bob and Natasha, looking over your shoulder to say, “yeah and he won by betting against your ass.” 

Jake’s head snaps in Javy’s direction, “bet on what?”

-

You turn back to the two, “how should I spend this bad boy?” 

“You should save it.” “Spend it on dinner.” Bob and Natasha say at the same time. 

You nod, taking their ideas into consideration. “I’m gonna get me another drink. Should I get another round?” 

“No, I think Jake’s paying this time,” Natasha smirks. 

You nod, “okay. Do you two want anything?” 

She shakes her head, “no, sweetheart. We’re fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” Bob nods. 

“I’ll be right back.” You turn around to walk towards the center of the bar. 

Her hand on your lower back stops you, “we’ll come with you,” she reaches for Bob’s hand, pulling him along with you two. 

“Okay.” 

-

Natasha guides you toward the door. 

Bob steps ahead of you two, holding the door open. 

You furrow your brows, “what’re we doing out here? Are you two, okay? Is someone sick?” 

She smiles, “no, we’re all good.” 

“Do you want me to drop you have at base? I can drive, I have no problem-” 

“Jesus, Bob. Couldn’t wait a few more minutes, could you?” 

He pulls away, his hands are still cupping your cheeks, studying you. 

You lick your lips before opening your eyes. 

“I think you killed her,” she comments with an amused tone. 

His eyes widen, looking over at her. “I should have-” 

You breath out, “wow.” 

“Maybe you made her horny?” Natasha jokes, nudging Bob’s side with her elbow. 

His eyes widen and eyebrows are up high on his forehead in surprise, “did I?” 

“She doesn’t look like her normal self, now does she?” 

The blood seems to rush back to your head, you can properly think again… sort of. “Wow that- can we do it again?” 

She smirks, crossing her arms, giving him a smug grin, “good job.” 

His head snaps back to you, checking to make sure you’re not joking (not that you would). “Wait- you liked it?” 

You enthusiastically nod, “yeah! Why wouldn’t I? I mean I’ve got the cutest WSO kissing me and his pilot slash partner holding my hand. I’m quite literally in between the hottest people I know.” 

“The hottest?” he mutters. 

You reach up, holding onto his wrists, rubbing your thumb against the inside of his arm. 

Natasha smirks, pecking his warm cheek, “and you were worried she didn’t like us.” 

You turn to look at her, “you two talk about me?” 

She nods, taking one of Bob’s hands off your cheek so, she can look at you properly. “All we talk about.” 

None of you say something for some time. 

“I think the other girls are jealous,” you blurt out.  

He slides his other hand off your cheek, holding one side of your waist while Natasha wraps her arm around the other side. 

“What girls?” She leads the two of you away from the front of the Hard Deck. 

“The customers that come around here.” 

She nods, “what made you bring them up?” 

“The girls that come around almost always ask if either of you are available.” 

“And what do you tell them?” 

Bob unwraps his arm from you, scrambling to find your car keys (you two carpooled together and Natasha arrived with Micky and Reuben). 

“I wasn’t sure and if you two were, I don’t think they would be interested because of your job… and they’re not the nicest girls. Sometimes they’ll ask if I’m jealous when they thought they were going to get together with either one you." 

“And what would you say?” 

“I’d be honest and say no… I also hoped you wouldn’t get together with them.” 

She pulls you closer, hugging you from behind, “why didn’t you say anything?” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“We didn’t know if you were interested in either of us or if you would be comfortable dating the two of us.” 

He unlocks the car, opening the back door, waiting for the two of you to get in. 

You let out a quiet laugh, “you want to date me. You want to kiss me-” 

“Stop quoting Miss Congeniality and get in the car.” 

You look over your shoulder to whisper, “I think Billy Bob is hangry.” 

She leans in, her mouth hovering over your cheek, “I think you’re right.” She unwraps her arms from your waist, pushing you into the backseat, crawling in after you. 

Once the two of you settle into the back, Bob makes his way to the driver’s side. 

“I feel bad.” 

Natasha places her hand on your thigh, “why?” 

“Bobs in front alone,” you pout, leaning against the driver’s seat, resting your cheek beside his shoulder. 

Her hand slides off your thigh, she buckles her seatbelt watching you two. 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “sit back and put your seatbelt on.” 

You push yourself up, pecking his check before sitting back down. 

She pulls you closer to her, putting you in the middle seat buckling your seatbelt for you, setting her hand on your thigh again. “You’re gonna turn him into a brat,” she whispers. 

You shake your head, “no I’m not.” 

She nods, “you’re already spoiling him. He’s gonna get greedy.” 

You glance over at him, catching his gaze in the rear-view mirror. “Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing.” 

“Oh,” she tilts her head before leaning in to give you a short kiss. “You’re gonna be so much trouble for me, aren’t you?” 

The corners of your lips tug upwards, “no,” you deny even though all of you know that it’s the truth. 

She chuckles, “Liar.” 

You pout, turning your head in Bob’s direction, “She’s being mean.” 

“Welcome to my world.” 

“Should we gang up on her?” 

He shakes his head, “she’d like that too much.” 

Natasha hums, “now I have two brats.” 

You shake your head, “no, you have sweet Billy Bob and a-” 

“An angel.” “An evil minx.” The two say.  

“You two went in completely different directions.” 

“That’s because you spoil him.” 

“He deserves to be spoiled.” 

“Oh, that’s gonna go right to his head.”

-

The car stops, you glance out the window. “We’re at my house.” 

Bob pauses, looking back to you, nervous that he made a mistake. “Did you not want us-” 

You shake your head, “oh no, no, no, no, no. It’s okay. I’m good with you two coming over. I mean, you spent the night-” 

Natasha pulls her head back, “Bob stayed over? Last night?” 

“Well, I mean, yeah.” 

“Bastard,” she mutters to herself, purposefully loud enough for you to hear. 

“I feel like I shouldn’t have said anything but, he helped me get home without spilling the beer on me too much.” 

She furrows her brows, “wait- what happened last night?” 

Bob opens the door, holding his hand out for her. 

She accepts and gets out without ease. She turns, doing the same for you. 

“Thank-” You stop, feeling a larger hand across your stomach, saving you from falling flat on your face. You blow out the breath you were holding. “Thank you, both of you. Um, anyway.” You pull your hand out of her grasp digging into your purse to find your house keys. “Bob saw the waitress Penny just hired spill her tray off drinks on me and was nice enough to drive me home and then asshat-” 

Natasha turns to Bob who leans down to whisper, “Jake.” 

“- was a complete jerk and told poor Billy Bob to find his own place to stay because he conveniently forgot he lent his spare room to Coyote.” You turn the keys in the lock, opening the door. 

You step inside to turn on the light. “And he crashed in the spare room.” You toe off your shoes, bending down to grab them. “You two can get comfortable, take off your shoes, looser clothes whatever. Don’t feel like you have to stay in your off-duty clothes. I put your bags at the end of the bed. I’ll be right back.”

-

Natasha turns with a raised brow, “you stayed here?” 

“Don’t give me that look. You told me you went to see your family. I know it’s been a while since you saw any of them. I thought it would be nice for you not to worry and enjoy yourself.” 

“You should have told me.” She takes a step towards him, cupping his cheek, “now, I’m gonna worry about you not having a place to stay. Are you still looking for an apartment?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Still nothing?” 

He nods, “we should probably change into something else. She won’t like the fact that we’ve stood here talking when we could have been getting into something a little more comfortable.” He takes her hand off his cheek, holding it as he leads her towards the spare room, finding their bags exactly where you said. 

A small smile dances across his lips. 

“You’re so whipped,” she teases, pecking his cheek, wrapping one arm around his waist. 

“I like to think of it as me, being too nice.” 

“She’s spoiled you and you haven’t been with her for a whole twenty-four hours.” 

-

The two make their way to your room, opening the door. 

Natasha pushes the door open, “hey, we wanted to-” 

Bob covers his eyes before peeking to look over at Natasha. He sees she’s still drooling staring at you and cover her eyes. He pulls the two out of the doorway, trying to turn the corner without getting injured. 

You throw a random pair of sweatpants on, “sorry, I was looking for my warm pajama pants, but I can’t info them.” 

“No,” he clears his throat. “It’s okay. We’ll be in the living room.” 

Once the two make it down the hallway, Bob removes his hands. 

-

The two sit on the couch. 

She turns with pouty lips, “why’d you pull me away?” 

He shakes his head, “you’re going to corrupt her.” 

Natasha scoffs, “I was not.” 

You knock on the doorway, “do you two want anything to drink or eat? I was thinking we could watch a movie or something. Unless you guys are too tired then we can do this some other time.” 

“No, no, that sounds like fun. I’ll help you, Bob,” she pats his thigh. “Can pick the movie.” 

Your lips stretch into a wide smile, “okay.”

-

The microwave hums as it pops the first bag of popcorn. 

She can’t help herself as she thinks about you standing in your room, wearing a shirt that only covers so much, showing off your cute clothed covered behind. “Do you really walk around like that?” 

You cross your arms, “I was looking for my pajama pants, but I couldn’t find them.” 

She leans against the counter, “you realize that was torture for us, right?” 

You tilt your head, “it was?” 

She hums, moving towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “Why wouldn’t it?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know.” 

“How long have you had the spare room for?” 

“Ever since I got here. I wanted to use it as a craft room, but it never worked out and there have been a few times where Amelia needed a place to stay while Penny took care of some things. But now that she’s older and has friends, she hasn’t needed to spend the night.” 

“Do you get lonely?” 

“Not so much before.” 

“What changed?” 

You move closer to the microwave, pulling out the first bag. You pull the big bowl you had on the counter, open it with a hiss when the steam hits your skin. 

“Careful.” 

“I would be if I didn’t have a phoenix on my back.” 

“I bet.” 

“Hey, I think I found a movie. It’s a horror,” Bob pauses, watching the two of you. “Movie,” he says slowly. 

You turn around after starting the microwave again, “Bob?” 

“Yes?” 

“Can you help me with the popcorn. Princess Phoenix won’t let me go.” 

His lips tug upwards into a small smile, “of course.” 

“Thank you.” 

She groans, resting her forehead on your shoulder, “you couldn’t use a different nickname?” 

You chuckle, “no. I mean I could call you Phoxy but it felt more like a Princess Phoenix moment.” 

“What nicknames do you have for us?” 

“For you, Phoxy but with a “ph” for obvious reasons and of course, Princess Phoenix. and then Bob, Billy Bob.” 

“Or baby,” he adds, looking for something to drink in your fridge. 

“Baby?” She asks, wanting to make sure she heard you correctly. 

You stutter to get a response out, “well- I mean- he’s adorable, you can’t tell me you don’t want to call him baby.” 

“Or the baby,” Bob says. 

You glare at him, “you can stop talking now.”

“It’s cute,” Natasha assures you. 

You shake your head, “I don’t want to be cute. I want to be fierce.” 

“That’s not gonna happen.” 

“You’re so mean. Bob, I can be fierce, right?” 

He looks up from opening his soda, “yeah.” 

You point your finger at him, “you hesitated.” You turn to Natasha, “he hesitated. I don’t want to watch a movie with you two.” You shove her arms off you and stomp away, fulling committing to the bit. 

“You get her, I’ve got the popcorn,” she tells him.

-

You pretend like you’re gonna walk down the hallway when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You try to push his hands off but fail. You let out a quiet, “oof” when you two land on the couch. You’re pulled back down every time you try to get up. 

Bob moves you, hovering above you. 

Natasha’s light footsteps get closer, you arch your back, pouting up at her. “He’s not letting me go. Help.” 

She tilts her head, “I don’t know. I kinda like looking at you from this angle.” 

You glance down to see Bob’s face snuggled into your stomach, so he doesn’t look at your semi unclothed chest. You try to pull up your shirt but can’t with him laying on you. 

“You two gonna make room for me?” 

You try to respond when you’re in the air. You squeal and automatically wrap your arms around his neck. You turn your head, taking note of how much space Natasha has on the couch. You then realize you’re in Bob’s lap… and he’s not letting go.  

She grabs a handful of popcorn, popping a few pieces into her mouth. “I’d rather watch you two than the movie.” 

You whine, trying to get out of his lap, “you can let me go now.” 

“He won’t let you go, he’s in boob canyon.” 

“But the movie.” 

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” 

You nod, “yeah, you’re gonna get scared.” 

“No, I’m not,” she denies. 

“We’ve had a movie night and Fanboy chose a horror movie. We were barely five minutes into it, and you were covering your face with your hands.” 

“That wasn’t because of the movie.” 

“Really?” 

“Okay, fine maybe it was but, I want to snuggle too.” 

“Yeah, I don’t know if you’ll get to.” You glance down at adorable man holding you, “Bob’s pretty admit on staying where he is.” 

“He won’t let go of you.” 

“I’m sensing that now.” 

“Are we going to watch the movie your room or the spare room?” 

“We can-” 

You yelp, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck once more.

-

You find yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom. 

Bob snuggles further into you. 

Natasha walks into the room, hands you the bowl of popcorn before placing a blanket over the two of you. 

You snack on a couple of pieces, “looks like Bob made his choice.” 

“Usually when he gets like this, I tell him five more minutes before I roll him off the bed.” 

You gasp, “that’s so mean.” 

He shrugs, “she’s only done it once. I was okay though.” 

“Was that why you had a bruise on your forehead a few months ago?” 

“No. He wanted to try a new position and he fell,” Natasha informs you. 

“Mkay,” you say slowly, sounding like you don’t quite believe her. 

She settles onto the other side of the bed, covering herself in a blanket. “Don’t look at me like that.” She snatches the bowl from you. 

“I’m not giving you any look.”

“You are.” 

“Am not.” 

“Let’s just cuddle and watch the movie,” Bob mumbles. 

You smile, nodding, “I like baby’s idea.” 

She snorts, covering her mouth to prevent her from breaking into a full fit of laughter. “Me too.”

-

It’s safe to say, you three went on a date later that week and they officially asked you to be their girlfriend… you may have also asked them to live with you a few months after that and let’s just say, you had the best night’s sleep of your life and were a little sore the next day.

[fierath]

random top gun headcanons bc I'm bored part one of idk infinity:

1. Reuben is the kind of cook that can look in your cabinets and pull out a full meal

2. Bradley can't follow a recipe

3. Jake teaches him how to cook without a recipe

4. he still can't follow a recipe

5. Natasha doesn't like carbonated drinks. she will drink flat soda

6. Javy makes the squad play DnD at least once

7. Jake is the bard that tries to seduce everything. he fails

8. Jake was a mathlete in school bc he didnt have time for sports (i.e. ranch chores and rodeo got in the way)

9. Jake and Bradley met in the hospital when they were 16 and 17 (more on that once I actually write the fic I'm working on)

10. Mickey draws comic book illustrations in his spare time

11. Nat and Bob are besties who have girl's nights and watch romcoms while drinking wine

12. Mav buys all his white t-shirts in packs from the nearest grocery store

[seitmai]

“You didn’t tell me the new job was here,” Jake says. “Me either,” Bradley adds. “Surprise?” You smile as your new manager continues the tour. “See ya around boys.”

This is gonna make this even more interesting 👀

Bradley’s there, holding his Hawaiian shirt in hand. His eyes hungrily take in the look of bliss on your face before roaming lower to Jake’s ass, now bare from where his jeans fell to mid thigh. You don’t miss the heat that flashes in his gaze and the realization makes you tighten around Jake’s cock further. Bradley’s attracted to him.

He starts to slip out the door but pauses at Jake’s words. “Enjoy the show, Bradshaw?” Jake pants against your neck before raising his head and looking over his shoulder with a smirk. “Sure looks like it.”

He shrugs. “Here and there. I wouldn’t say we’re besties but we cleared the air. He’s been flying better and I’ve been less…dickish.”

Great success lol

“Edging probably,” Bob shrugs, bright red. “Alright,” Natasha says, looking intrigued, “wow. I didn’t think you’d answer. Your turn.”

Iconic hahaha

“I’m not proud of my academy years,” Javy shakes his head before taking a swig, “Nat, you bisexual queen you, was your best experience with a man or a woman?” “Honestly?” She thinks a moment before taking a drink, “I don’t know. Both have their perks."

She truly is a bisexual queen 😍🤤👑

“I’m not ashamed of it,” Bradley shrugs, “but it’s not something I shout from the rooftops either. I typically prefer women anyway,”

A great reminder that bisexuality is also a spectrum and can look different for every person 🩷💜💙

“Don’t lie, Liv,” he chuckles lowly. “You’ve been avoiding him because he can’t give you what you need, and avoiding me because I can.”

🫣🫣🫣

I Love You Two

Part 3

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader x Jake Seresin.

Summary: You accept Bradley’s apology and he sneaks back into your life and your mind, making you sick with guilt. Jake figures it out and doesn’t react the way you expect.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Smut, unprotected p in v, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, teasing etc.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

“I’m gonna shower and take him back to the Hard Deck. I think he and I should talk now that he’s sober,” you say as you walk into the bedroom, “shouldn’t take long if you want to wait, assuming you don’t want to come with.”

“Nah,” he agrees, “I’m gonna head out too, actually. I should unpack and get my mail. See you later though?”

“Yeah,” you give him a kiss, “see you.”

He whistles as he struts past Bradley to the door, “Bradshaw.”

Bradley grunts in reply.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

Bradley’s staring at the ceiling when you come out of the bathroom in just your towel. He glances when you walk to your room and flushes again like he hasn’t seen it all before.

“Let’s go,” you tell Bradley when you come out of your room a few minutes later.

Even a hungover, disheveled mess, he looks hot.

“Can I say something?” He asks once in your car.

“Sure,” you sigh, not really wanting to do this right now.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” he taps his fingers against his knee, “for leaving the way I did, for not reaching out when I was home on leave, for saying you only were with Jake to get back at me, for showing up drunk at your house…I’m just really sorry.”

“I didn’t even know you guys knew each other,” you reply, “I would never ask Ice for information like that either, and he wouldn’t give it to me if I did. He loves you too, you know.”

“I know,” he agrees, “God, I fucked up. All of this could’ve been avoided if I wasn’t such a pussy.”

You agree but don’t want to kick him when he’s down.

“Is he good to you?” He asks after a few minutes.

“Yeah,” you reply honestly, “he really is. It started out casual, friends-with-benefits type thing. I wasn’t looking for anything, I was still pretty brokenhearted after…but I started falling for him anyway. I expected it to end when he deployed but he wanted to make things official when he got back.”

He nods.

“What happened between you two anyway?” You ask.

“He’s an ass,” he shrugs, “decent to everyone else but kept picking at me. Said I was acting like a little bitch and bringing the rest of to squadron down with my mopey attitude and shitty flying and if I didn’t get my head outta my ass I was gonna get myself or someone else killed,” he sighs, “he’s not wrong though. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I won’t,” you can’t help but smile.

“He caught onto my beef with Mav right away too and gave me shit about it,” he continues, “like I said last night, he’s always there. Always seems to have a front-row seat to my fuck ups. Whatever though, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to lose you, Liv. I know I lost my chance with you but I can’t lose you as a friend too.”

“I don’t want to lose you as a friend either,” you admit, “but you can’t get in the way of what I have with Jake. That’s not fair to me.”

“I won’t,” he promises, “as long as he’s good to you. I’ll do my best to stay out of it.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling into the Hard Deck.

“Did you ever find a job by the way?” Bradley asks as you park.

“Yeah,” you reply, “in HR, like I wanted. I start in a few weeks.”

“Good,” he nods, “I’ll see you around. Maybe we can hang out soon if Seresin’s okay with it?”

“I’m sure he will be,” you answer.

He won’t have a choice.

“Thanks for the ride, I’ll see ya around,” he gives you a small smile and closes the door.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

“How’d it go?” Jake asks later that evening when he comes back over.

“Good,” you answer, “he apologized again, for everything. He’s…”

“He’s still your friend,” he finishes for you. “I get it.”

You nod. “We grew up together and he’s lost so many people.”

“I won’t take that from you,” he says, “or him. I guess.”

You snort. “You two better figure your shit out before it tears your squad apart.”

“I know,” he sighs, “he just…he thinks too much. If he just stopped thinking and relied on his instincts he’d be a helluva pilot. Don’t tell him I said that though.“

You roll your eyes. “He does. It’s in his blood.”

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah, his dad flew with Mav. They were flying together…when he died.”

“Oh shit,” he exhales, “is that why they don’t get along?”

You shake your head. “No, it wasn’t Mav’s fault, it was a freak accident. Apparently, Mav is responsible for pulling Bradley’s papers and setting him back 4 years.”

Jake whistles lowly. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. I’m guessing it has something to do with Carole, his mom. She died of cancer when Bradley was 21.”

“Damn,” Jake says softly, “that’s…rough.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “Anyway, Mav has tried talking to him about it but he refuses to hear him out.”

“Understandable,” Jake nods.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

“I’ll work on being nicer to him,” Jake says after a minute, like it pains him.

“Thank you,” you reply as he walks over and takes your hand.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, leading you to your room, “I don’t want to talk about Bradshaw anymore though.”

“Me either,” you reply, yet he lurks in the back of your mind as Jake begins to kiss you.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

A week passes before Bradley reaches out. Jake went back home to Texas for a few days and you have a feeling that’s why he’s texting.

Bradley: What are you up to today?

Liv: Laundry, cleaning, meal prepping. You?

Bradley: Not much.

You sigh, hating this new awkwardness that’s come between you.

Liv: I could easily be persuaded to do something…

Bradley: Wanna go to the Birch Aquarium?

Liv: Only if you buy me an ice cream cone.

Bradley: Deal. No tears if it starts dripping though.

You laugh, remembering how distraught you were at 6 years old when you stained your favorite dress with chocolate ice cream there.

Liv: No promises. I’ll wear dark clothes this time.

Bradley: Good idea. Pick you up in 45?

Liv: I’ll be ready.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

Bradley gives you a tentative smile as you climb in the Bronco when he pulls right on time. Even though he’s wearing sunglasses, you can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare legs as your black linen sundress rides up.

You turn the radio up when the silence becomes unbearable. He refuses to let you pay to get in, smiling at your heavy sigh.

“Ready for that ice cream?” He asks when he sees the stand.

“Can I pay for this at least?” You ask.

“Nope,” he replies, “chocolate in a cone?”

“Yes,” you sigh.

“You’re welcome,” he prompts when you refuse to thank him.

“Thank you,” you roll your eyes before taking a long lick, refusing to blush or look away as his eyes follow your tongue; both remembering your night together when you did the same to his cock.

“Mmmm,” your eyes fall closed with a soft moan at the rich chocolate flavor, forgetting yourself for a moment, “why is overpriced ice cream so good?”

“Uh,” Bradley clears his throat, looking away with a flush, “I don’t know. Jellyfish, turtles or penguins next?”

“Jellyfish,” you reply, instantly regretting your actions…yet wanting to do it again.

“Lead the way,” he nods in that direction.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

“Seriously Liv?” Bradley chuckles, “I figured you were kidding.”

“Huh?” you ask, following his line of sight in the low light of the exhibit. “Oh my God,” you laugh at the two drops of ice cream that landed on your chest.

He watches as you lower your head to lick it off before wiping it with a napkin he was smart enough to grab.

“Good thing I wore black,” you sigh as your eyes adjust to the brighter light in the hallway.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” he teases, bumping your elbow.

“Apparently not,” you smile.

“You got a little,” he points to your mouth, “no, over more,” when you don’t get it with your tongue.

“Here,” he smiles, raising his hand just as you stick your tongue out again. You both freeze when you lap over his thumb.

“Sorry,” you flush, “get it?”

“Yeah,” he says lowly. “Turtles?”

“Turtles,” you nod, trying to slow your racing heart.

Bradley doesn’t touch you again but his heated looks are enough to have you on edge.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

So much so that you pull out your vibrator when he drops you off. So much still that you jump Jake’s bones when he returns the following evening, pulling him down to the floor when he steps inside the door, barely remembering to take the condom out of your pocket before riding him at a quick, unforgiving pace.

“Miss m-fuckkkk!” He groans when your fingers slide down your body to rub over your clit, making youclench around him, “miss me?”

“So much,” you moan as you shudder through your first orgasm.

It’s true. You did miss him. Just like you miss Bradley.

The thought sobers you quickly.

You open your heavy eyes, hoping Jake didn’t notice the shift, but he’s looking up at you with so much heat and adoration.

Jake pulls you back to him as he brings you down for a kiss, yet the thought of Bradley lingers.

He refuses to leave when Jake’s final groan in your ear pulls you over the edge with him.

He’s still there when the guilt creeps in after.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

You try to be patient with yourself as Bradley’s presence in the back of your mind remains. You’ve known him your whole life and he confessed to having feelings for you; it would be confusing for anyone.

What really adds insult to injury is you’re still falling for Jake and the thought of losing him makes your stomach turn.

They both stay true to their words though and don’t interfere in your relationship with the other.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

It’s a surprise to them both when you show up at base for your first day of orientation, passing their squadron in the hallway. Nat winks as she walks by, the only person you’ve told.

“You didn’t tell me the new job was here,” Jake says.

“Me either,” Bradley adds.

“Surprise?” You smile as your new manager continues the tour. “See ya around boys.”

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

Even with working on base now, you manage to avoid seeing them again together until a Friday night at the Hard Deck.

Penny had a school event for Amelia, so you’re helping out Jimmy behind the bar until she gets there. The squad trickles in throughout the evening rush.

Jake looks mouthwatering in a gray tee, jeans, and a backward hat. Bradley’s wearing his norm; jeans and an open Hawaiian over a white shirt, looking just as delectable.

You’re filling a glass with beer while you watch them play a game of pool with Nat and Javy, just like you’ve been watching them all night.

Your heart skips and your hand slips when they laugh at something Javy said, and all of a sudden your front is soaked and the glass shatters at your feet.

“Shit,” you mumble, looking at your soaked shirt that’s stuck to your shirt like a second skin. Not a good night to wear white.

“Never known you to have butterfingers,” Penny teases as she hands you a towel, “Go ahead and clean up in the back, you’re free to go after since I’m here now.”

“Thanks,” you sigh, “sorry about the glass.”

“No worries,” she snaps the wet towel at your ass, “you’re giving my patrons a free show.”

“Alright,” you laugh, covering your chest as you walk towards the back, not bothering to shut the door completely.

You take it off as soon as you get into the break room to rinse it under the sink and soon there’s hands cupping your beer-dampened bra and a mouth at your neck.

“Hey,” you smile as you smell Jake’s cologne, feeling his erection against your ass, “excited to see me?”

“How could you tell?” He smirks when your breath hitches as he slides his hand down your shorts.

“Fuck,” you moan as he finds your clit, not easing into it as he rubs tight little circles.

“Here?” He teases, knowing you wouldn’t.

Oh but you would. You’ve missed him so much and his touch feels so good.

“Here,” you nod, dropping your shirt in the sink and turning in his arms, “no one comes back here.”

“Okay,” he breathes between kisses, “wait-shit. I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” you reply, pushing your shorts and underwear down your legs, “and I’m clean.”

“Fuck,” he groans as you undo the button of his jeans and then the zipper, “I’m clean too. I’ve never-without.”

“Me either,” you reply with a squeak as he lifts you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I want it though, Jake. Fill me up.”

He kisses you again as he lines up to your entrance but pulls away with a grunt as he pushes inside you for the first time with no barrier.

“Oh God, Jake,” you whimper at the new feeling, knowing there’s no going back now.

“I know,” he moans, “I know.”

You’re both breathing hard as he bottoms out, his forehead falling to yours as he gets himself back under control.

“So fucking good,” he grits out between clenched teeth as he begins to move, “you’re so warm and wet and tight. So fucking tight.”

You just mewl, fingernails biting into his shoulders as he fucks you faster.

“Touch yourself,” he pleads, “I’m never gonna last, you feel too good.”

“Yes,” you agree with a sigh, fingertips circling tight circles like he did a few minutes before.

“God,” he breathes, “can feel you tightening around me. Come on sweetheart, get there.”

Movement by the door catches your eye and you gasp. Jake fails to notice and keeps up the unrelenting pace.

Bradley’s there, holding his Hawaiian shirt in hand. His eyes hungrily take in the look of bliss on your face before roaming lower to Jake’s ass, now bare from where his jeans fell to mid thigh. You don’t miss the heat that flashes in his gaze and the realization makes you tighten around Jake’s cock further. Bradley’s attracted to him.

This is wrong.

But it doesn’t stop you from hurdling over the edge with a muffled cry, eyes falling closed as the pleasure tears through you.

Your release triggers Jake’s, and you force your eyes to open when you hear his low groan.

Bradleys still watching, his cock straining against the tight confines of his jeans.

He starts to slip out the door but pauses at Jake’s words.

“Enjoy the show, Bradshaw?” Jake pants against your neck before raising his head and looking over his shoulder with a smirk. “Sure looks like it.”

“I was just bringing Liv a shirt,” he mumbles as he tries to hide his erection, blushing furiously, “caught me off guard, didn’t exactly expect you two to be fucking like rabbits in here.”

“Thanks, Roo,” you say breathlessly, as Jake sets you down on unsteady feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll-just hang it on the door? We’ll be out in a minute.”

When you look up, he’s already gone. But the shirt is hanging on the knob.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

Bradley doesn’t meet your eye when you come out a few minutes later. His cheeks are still tinged pink.

“I think I’m gonna get going,” you tell Jake not long after, “the smell of beer is making me nauseous.”

It’s not a complete lie. But it’s the weight of your guilt is what’s making you feel sick.

“Okay, I’ll come too,” he replies, setting down his full beer.

“No, it’s okay,” you shake your head, “you just got a drink and I’m just gonna shower and go to bed I think.”

“You sure?” He asks, continuing when you nod, “Alright. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you say, giving him a small smile.

“Text me when you get home,” he says, kissing your forehead.

“Okay,” you murmur.

When he pulls back, Bradley turns away, watching the whole exchange.

You cry the whole way home.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

The guilt of having feelings for another man while dating another begins to eat away at you as the weeks pass. You’ve been avoiding them both which is made easier because they’ve been training nonstop for an upcoming mission.

You hide away in your office at lunch, feign headaches when they invite you out. But when Nat begs you to come over the night before they deploy for the mission, you feel obligated to agree.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

“What’s going on, Liv?” Jake asks that night when he stops by your place to pick you up. “You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, and Bradshaw too. He thinks something up too. Did I do something to upset you? Did he? We’ve been trying to get along better for you. I thought we were.”

“No,” you answer, the unease gnawing at your stomach, “not at all-wait, have you been talking to Bradley?”

He shrugs. “Here and there. I wouldn’t say we’re besties but we cleared the air. He’s been flying better and I’ve been less…dickish.”

“Well, I’m glad,” you manage to smile, wondering if they discussed the whole Bradley watching debacle.

“I-“ your phone pinging interrupts you, a text from Natasha asking if you could pick up some more alcohol on your way to her place, “I’ll try to explain everything later. We better go though, Nat needs me to stop at the liquor store.”

“Alright,” he nods, kissing your cheek.

The butterflies in your stomach are too weighed down by your guilt to take flight.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

“I’m sick of poker,” Natasha sighs, setting the bottle of tequila on the table as she flops down on the chair beside you. Javy and Bob on the ends with Bradley and Jake across from you. “Truth or drink?” She asks, trying to lighten the mood.

You didn’t intend for them to sit by each other but you needed space…which backfired because now both pairs of eyes are on you.

“Sure,” you agree, hoping to get some reprieve from the weight of their gazes.

“Bob,” she says, pushing the bottle his way as she looks up questions on her phone, “What’s your most searched on Pornhub?”

“Jesus, Nat.” Bradley shakes his head, “way to ease into it.”

She smiles as she ignores him and looks at Bob.

“Edging probably,” Bob shrugs, bright red.

“Alright,” Natasha says, looking intrigued, “wow. I didn’t think you’d answer. Your turn.”

“I hate tequila,” Bob shudders, “Javy, what's your body count?”

“I’m not proud of my academy years,” Javy shakes his head before taking a swig, “Nat, you bisexual queen you, was your best experience with a man or a woman?”

“Honestly?” She thinks a moment before taking a drink, “I don’t know. Both have their perks. There’s a twinkle in her eye as she pushes the bottle toward Bradley. “Bradshaw, how about you?”

“What?” Jake's head whips to the side so fast it’s almost comical, “You’re bi?”

“Uh, yeah,” he answers, “is that a problem?”

“No,” Jake replies quickly, “‘course not, just had no idea.”

“I’m not ashamed of it,” Bradley shrugs, “but it’s not something I shout from the rooftops either. I typically prefer women anyway,” he looks at you, “and a woman. My best experience was with a woman.”

Oh God.

Your heart races as you look away, knowing he’s talking about you. The guilt that you’ve managed to forget about for a few hours rears its ugly head.

“Jake,” Bradley says, nudging the bottle his way, making your stomach turn unpleasantly. “Are you into being watched or overheard during sex?”

“Wouldn’t know,” Jake lies. All three of you remember that morning at your apartment and the night at the Hard Deck. Both times he knew Bradley was around but didn’t stop. “I’ll try anything once though.”

Bradley nods nonchalantly as your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest at any moment.

“Your turn, Liv,” Jake slides the bottle across the table. “Who’s the best you’ve ever had?”

He’s smirking but there’s an underlying unreadable expression in it. You have no idea what he’s playing at.

“It’s a toss-up,” you say truthfully, taking a pull of the tequila before you lie, “between my first two boyfriends.”

Natasha cackles while Javy and Bob laugh too, thinking you’re just ribbing Jake.

You smile, not looking across the table as you stand, “I’ll be back.”

“Looks like it’s dark enough to start a fire,” Nat says, looking out the window, “meet us out there?”

“Sure,” you say, trying not to seem unsteady as you walk to the bathroom.

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

Whatthefuckingfuck?!

You splash cold water on your face while you wait for everyone to head outside before coming out of the bathroom.

What is Jake doing? Does he know you still have feelings for Bradley? Is this it? Is this the end?

Refusing to cry (again) you open the door and head to the kitchen to get some water once it’s quiet.

But Jake is waiting for you in the dark room, the only light on is the one above the sink.

“Hey,” you murmur, looking for a cup before heading to the sink.

He’s right behind you. His arms come around to cage you in, his front flush with your back. The feel of his erection against your ass makes you shiver.

His cock definitely isn’t mad.

“I was kidding earlier,” you sigh, relieved he’s not mad when he kisses your neck, “my first two boyfriends were not the best I’ve had.”

“Didn’t figure so,” he murmurs, gently nipping your neck, “but you weren’t kidding about it being a toss-up.”

You stiffen in his arms.

“Doesn’t surprise me that Bradshaw can fuck,” his words make you shiver, “is that what’s wrong? I’m not giving you what you need?”

“No,” you shake your head, “I-“

You nearly jump out of your skin when Bradley interrupts.

“Don’t lie, Liv,” he chuckles lowly. “You’ve been avoiding him because he can’t give you what you need, and avoiding me because I can.”

.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.•*•.•.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. It took forever to refigure everything out and it still feels rushed 😒 I hope you all still like it though.

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I LOVE hearing what you think in the comments/reblogs! Seriously, feedback helps me more than anything.

Please let me know if you want to be added to (or removed from) my taglist…and if I forgot to add you-it wasn’t intentional, just remind me and I’ll get you added.

@writtingrose

@blindedbythelightt

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@dizzybee03

@shanimallina87

@cevansbaby-dove

@lexixstewart

@hookslove1592

@jessicab1991

@livzblogg

@carolina-on-my-mind03

@racerchix21

@its-the-pilot

@kmc1989

@psuedochakra

@fandomology101

@kneelforloki

@djs8891

@mavrellover91

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@seitmai

[withahappyrefrain]

Drunk and sick headcannons for Parking Spots pls and thank you 😊

Sick

-so we've seen how Jake is when Venus gets, but vice versa? She's caring but is very focused on "let's do ABC". It's the nurse in her. The first time Jake got sick while they were dating, she had the mindset of "I'm not cuddling bc germs." But Jake looked so sad in his bed, all alone.

So she took a very hot shower afterwards.

As for Bradley and Birdie, they're very doting. Birdie's a teacher so her immune system is strong. Meanwhile, Bradley is getting sick left and right for the first time in forever. "How is it just skipping over you and going straight to me?" "I don't know babe, but here's some soup." Birdie makes him his favorite soup and takes care of him!

Drunk

-Venus is a fun drunk, but she doesn't like it to get super drunk that often. Same with Jake. When they're drunk together? They're so embarrassing with their PDA. Javy has had to shout "your child is right there!" While pointing to Bob (who just wants to disappear lol).

Birdie doesn't really drink, which is how her and Bob become besties. Bradley is older now and doesn't like getting drunk. But when he's tipsy, he loves peppering Birdie's face in kisses as he tells her how much he loves her. In fact, he was, let's say, under the influence when he told Birdie he loved her for the first time oops (may have to go write that now).

[martwy-basen]

top gun: maverick headcanons, but these are only phoenix and her relationships with the rest of the team

ok SO

this is my first hc post, so sorry if it's messy (it is)

also it's very long (at least i think so) and english isn't my native

we all know that when phoenix arrives to the bar she is with fanboy and payback, right

so i totally think that she mostly hangs out with them

at least at the beginning

i see her as a person who is very fun and outgoing, but only with people that she's known for a while

'the meaner i am, the more i love you' type of person

but not around bob (he is too sweet, she wouldn't even know where to start)

THE REST OF THE BOYS ON THE OTHER HAND

(when she tells someone about them she totally calls them 'the boys' or 'my boys')

so with the rest of the boys she is rougher, but, yk, in a loving way

ROOSTER

OH, HER RELATION WITH ROOSTER (that i created in my head) IS PURE GOLD

i know that at the beginning the writers wanted to make phoenix his love interest, and i would like to personally shake hands with the person who prevented this from happening

they're both bi (that's all you need to know rn)

they tease each other NON-STOP

but they totally can talk about more serious issues

phoenix is always there when rooster needs an emotional kick

he knows the girl won't pity him

and she knows he's not gonna judge her

like when phoenix had the biggest crush on halo and she started to act weirdly around her

BECAUSE I LOVE THE IDEA OF MEAN AND ROUGH PHOENIX WHO LOSES HER COOL EVERYTIME SHE SEES A HOT WOMAN

she struggled so hard to do the first move, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to do it

and rooster — who she wasn't that close to at the time — saw that and started encouraging her to ask halo out

phoenix was very pleasantly surprised at his reaction, but after some time she realized that her crush on callie was — well — just a crush

(it also turned out that halo was already taken) (so actually both phoenix and rooster were happy that natasha didn't make the first move)

but it definitely brought them closer and now they're the hottest bi besties the top gun has ever seen

she is actually the meanest to hangman, most of the time he can't say if she's joking or not

and she LOVES to compete with him, but the funny part is, that he never knows when she does

so they will go up, phoenix will make some sick tricks in the air and when they all land, she'll give bob a high five and she'll laugh in jake's face

saying something like 'SEE, HANGMAN, I WON'

and he will just make a face and ask 'what. you won WHAT exactly'

but she'll be already with rooster, bragging that she beat hangman

and rooster obviously will look at him over her head

and say with a totally straight face 'of course you did'

hangman will just shake his head before following them

back to fanboy and payback (and also coyote, bc i feel like the three of them mostly spends time together)

she kinda treats fanboy like her younger brother, which is VERY sweet

she always helps him when he needs something and they share food

and one is always very happy and proud when the other is successful

phoenix, payback and coyote aren't as closed as, let's say, she and bob, or even rooster, but they like to spend time together

and their fav thing to do is standing with arms crossed, judging people

they gossiped all day after their first lesson with maverick (and also part of the night)

all three of them love to bet on practically anything

but payback and coyote are actually aware of that, unlike hangman

phoenix and payback pretend to truly believe, that coyote and rooster constantly flirt witch each other

so javy and bradley will literally just talk after flying and natasha and reuben will go 'are we interrupting something? we can totally go eat somewhere else' and 'god, can't you guys just KISS already'

it'd be probably very annoying to anyone else, but coyote and rooster don't mind, they know phoenix and payback are just teasing them, so it's okay

+ they actually do flirt a lot

once fanboy asked phoenix, completely serious, if hangman was fine with the fact that his boyfriend flirts with coyote all the time and she hasn't let rooster live since

phoenix, fanboy and coyote LOVE to watch rooster and hangman annoy/flirt with each other. natasha and mickey, whenever they can, they sit cross-legged and watch the bicker like it's a ping-pong match. coyote says they look like children (but always stands next to them whispering shit like 'they wanna kiss each other so bad')

payback and bob are always further away when rooster and hangman have their little show. payback because he is 'bored with their constant flirting', and bob because he is scared they're gonna make him pick a side

YES, CORRECT, IT'S TIME FOR PHOENIX AND BOB BESTIES CONTENT

jhsakhfhfjak SO we know that when bob was assigned to phoenix she wasn't particularly pleased with this (well, she is a bit of a lonely wolf when it comes to flying)

bob had the tiniest, cutest little crush on her

not the 'i like you' crush, more like 'you're so awesome, but i'm too scared to talk to you, so i'm just gonna stare at you' crush (which can be the same thing, yes)

phoenix decided that she can as well be nice to her new wso, especially, when hangman was making fun of him

and she kinda,,, was always there when anybody was going to say anything, it was almost like she had a sixth sense or something

bob is now obviously part of the team (he always was, the boys just needed someone to tease), but he is still very thankful to her

'that's what friends do, come on, bobino' she grins, and bob's heart starts beating faster because HE TRULY IS FRIENDS WITH HER and it's SUCH A NICE FEELING

and YES, she calls him bobino, she actually has a thousand nicknames for him (bobsleigh, bobster, pink floyd. they are all impossibly stupid, but they both love them)

he doesn't remain in debt to her. it's very common to hear bob calling phoenix 'nat', 'tasha', or, his favorite, 'tracy'

i DO think that they spend christmas together (and with rooster, but that's for another post)

i just SKDJFNHSASF i LOVE platonic m/f relationships, they mean so much to me

and that's also why i like to think that phoenix has a nice, cute friendship with each of the boys