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cloudsrust · 4 years ago

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Your art is amazing omg- I played NSR recently and now i'm curious what casual outfits for 1010 would look like (you don't have to draw this though just keep drawing your cute art :D)

Thank youu! And I don’t think I got the time and strenght of will to draw all 5 boys- but I can kinda pinpoint the looks I have in my mind for them! Under the cut since it’s long!

Rin: -the only one who technically doesn’t have a casual outfit. He is the leader and next in “power” after all- so Neon selected mostly elegant clothing for Rin’s wardrobe.

-Lots of tasteful yet quite plain shirts, sometime suspenders or decorate vests and jackets/coats, dress pants just in case. Sometime they can also range into vintage fashion due to Neon’s taste- those are also the ones Rin minds less.

-This lack of freedom though lead to Rin exchanging outfits with Zimelu and sometimes even the others, so that the white android can change after leaving and returning to the mansion. He likes the freedom that type of clothing makes him feel.

Zimelu: -He also technically has a persona (”the bad boy”) to maintain but Neon isn’t as strict with him- Zim still tries his best to follow the suggestions given, both out of respect for a “superior” and ‘cause well- he just isn’t as tough as he looks.

-His wardrobe would range from 70s punk style to today’s grunge style- anything that could give him “bad boy” vibes.

-Deeply though he highly prefers more elegant or even “cute” looks- if not a complete “prince charming makeover” (even letting down his mohawk into something that resembles Purlhew’s hair- just longer). For this Rin’s assigneded clothes are perfect- Eloni's shirts too if he wants to go for a “tough overall and cute underneath”

Purlhew: -Neon trusts them with their choices so he didn’t give them real suggestions. Even when they presented themself into a full floreal patterned skirt with matching blouse the most he criticized was to choose a plain top part instead to not over do.

-This blue android is into sober and serious looks, a lot into turtlenecks. Surprisingly enough they also love flower themed clothes and the 50s rockabilly fashion (sometimes even convincing Zimelu to match with them) especially high waisted pants and polka dots-

-They rarely go out dressed in such way though- they don’t like giving possible fans stuff to gossip about them.

Haym: -Neon tried to convince them that cute outfits didn’t make them look infantile or naive but he quickly gave up with how tenacious and against the idea the android was. They ended up on the compromise of some sort of sweet/gothic lolita look (elegant and bizarre for actual Haym, cute and sweet for their persona)

-Their clothes are all very intricate- lace and ribbons are the norm. The only things typical to the fashion missing are roses (Haym’s isn’t into flowers) and visible corsets (Neon prohibited them- for their sake). The intense ammount of ruffles are what they like the most- same with letting down their long hair from time to time.

-Even tho they love the unusual elegance of such style- they’re more for highly eccentric clothes- the type that more than on a person should belong in an art museum- we talking 70′s style mixed with Lady Gaga and the like lmao- let’s say they love to visit Eve for suggestions.

Eloni: -Due to his stage persona not being as specific as the others- he is mostly free in his choices and knowing him Neon just said to “just have fun” with it.

-Most of the cute things meant for Haym ended up in his wardrobe instead- so his it’s practically a whole rainbow of both saturated and pastel colors. Tons of mismatched socks and hoodies, t-shirts with puns or those lil texts with quotes and stuff- also Sayu merchandise ahah he a fan. Also likes to decorate both himself and his clothes with the stickers and pins from his collections (the latters also borrowed by Haym and Zimelu).

-Sometimes though he wishes he could look more serious- especially during the days in which he is most discouraged or doubtful- so he asks his bros to lend some of their clothes instead- Purlhew’s especially.

Long story short- Neon is just screen in hands everytime any of them (except poor Rin) leaves to have their free day or free hours lmao.

#the cloud can speak oh boi #sorry they're a bit of a mess ahah #and very OOC #they're all practically following my messy headcanons for the bois #also for Haym! forgot about it but- lolita fashion means both the more feminine and masculine types #same for Purlhew and the rockabilly fashion #its... weird I know sorry ahah

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joaquinwhorres · 4 years ago

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gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

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martwy-basen · 2 years ago

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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

#top gun #top gun maverick #phoenix top gun #rooster top gun #rooster #hangman top gun #bob top gun #fanboy top gun #payback top gun #coyote top gun

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