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missathlete31 · 9 months

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Rumors

Natasha Trace is used to people making assumptions about her. She's a woman in a male-dominated industry. Beyond that she is an elite pilot in a male-dominated industry and judgment is just a part of her life. She's managed it well, all things considering, and learned to surround herself with people who respect her for her talents and intelligence rather than demean her for her sex. Of course Bagman is always good for a disparaging comment or two, but Phoenix has caught him defending her to men who dare to question her abilities when he thinks she is out of earshot, so she knows where his true feelings lie.

Ignoring all the nasty assumptions made about her: sleeping with superiors, hired for optics, among other things, there are some rumors that are just plain funny. Take for example, her personal life. Fighter pilots are notorious for Daddy issues and a lack of settling down (i.e the Roosters and Mavericks of the world). Phoenix herself has never really caught the 'marriage and babies' bug that most other women her age experience, and she's fine with that. Setting down isn't something she particularly avoids, just something that doesn't fit in her life at the moment. It isn't to say it never will though.

There are rumors she is a lesbian, which while are untrue, she doesn't necessary consider insulting. Finding love with a woman, man or any other sexual orientation or preference isn't something that someone should ever be judged for and Phoenix herself would never criticize anyone else's penchants. No, what she finds eye rolling is that a strong woman must be lesbian. That because she flies planes, and wears bulky helmets that mess up her hair, that because she can play football in the sand and not care if she is sweaty or smelly she has to "bat for a certain team." It's silly, archaic and most importantly wrong. Natasha's hobbies or abilities don't dictate her love life and when she finds love, with whomever she does find it with, she looks forward to those rumors finally settling.

But then she will always have her family gossip.

Despite what some might think, Natasha doesn't have any unresolved 'Daddy Issues'. Her father Matthew is a normal dad. Stern in his desire to raise children that worked to do good and be respectful, but also kind in his teachings and loving in his affections. When Nat had shared she wanted to be a pilot, Matthew encouraged it wholeheartedly and he and Phoenix's mother Rosa offered all the support they could to help their daughter reach her dream. Every milestone or commendation, Natasha's parents were and still are always in attendance, both smiling brightly at not just the achievements of their child, but her happiness too.

Rumors say her father is Hispanic (his family was from England actually, where as Nat's mother is Mexican). They say he works on cars or carpentry, or something with his hands. They say he's a man's man, someone who would take a daughter and push her into boy things, but it's the furthest from the truth. Matthew is a quiet man, preferring a book or listening to soft rock music while his wife chatters endlessly in the kitchen. He teaches at a high school in California; English because that was the only opening (though his passion was always history), and he even advises a few of the clubs on campus. He knows nothing about planes, certainly nothing about F-18s or any other fighter jets, and he looked just as confused about Natasha's sudden desire to fly as Nat's mother did. But, like any good parent would, he rolled with. He bought her books about flying when she asked. He parked them close to the airport one day when she talked about watching take offs and landings, and he hugged her the hardest on the day she was accepted into the Naval Academy.

As the years passed, Natasha's father has picked up a few things about his daughter's job. He's learned a few terms, makes sure to always know where she is based out of or what carrier she is on, and he's very particular about knowing the name of the WSO assigned to her. Matthew Trace might not be what the rumors say he is, he can't rebuild a car from scratch or fix a broken pipe (he usually ends up with a concussion from hitting his head against the sink counter too many times) but he is a great father. And though he didn't push her into flying, he and Natasha's mother always made sure their daughter knew that they were with her in the skies; ready to watch her triumphs and catch her just in case she falls.

Beyond the rumors of her father, there is also this belief that Natasha should have an infinite amount of older brothers. She is expected to have been a tom boy growing up, following on little legs after brothers who were taller, faster, and stronger; all of them eventually steering her into sports and planes. The first time Nat and Bob shared their family history, the WSO looked at her funny when she shared about Anna.

"Only one sister?" Bob questioned, a furrow gracing his face.

"Yup" Phoenix nodded, "one older sister, works for an insurance company in Sacramento."

The man turned back to his drink, "huh" he mused.

"What?" Nat couldn't help feeling on the wrong foot. She didn't think Bob was judging her but she couldn't help the sinking feeling that settled in her stomach from his clear perplexity, "what is it?"

"I don't know" he shrugged before meeting her gaze, "I always assumed you had a bunch of older brothers."

He wasn't the only one. The first time Rooster met her family he looked actively surprised when a gaggle of men didn't come bursting from the house. She tried to tell him many times she only had a sister but Bradley still seemed to think she had somehow misled him, expecting Nat to be the influence of someone else. She had been angry for a moment, annoyed at how many people felt she couldn't just love to fly on her own accord and not pushed by outside force.

Soon enough she learned to embrace it, along with all the other stereotypes and conjecture labeled to her.

When she arrives to a fellow pilots wedding in a tight dress and full makeup and hair, stunning the room silent and earning surprised glances from every man and woman, Natasha keeps her head high and walks over to the other Daggers, remembering the hours she spent as a teen watching make-up tutorials because even 'Tom-Boys' like to look pretty.

When she lands a particularly rough tackle in Dogfight football and Yale grumbles about how her older brothers must be so proud; Phoenix laughs as she thinks of the afternoons with Anna, the two of them playing dress up and dolls and having all the fun in the world.

When she changes Halo's tire for her one night and the other woman pouts that she wishes her father taught her this lesson, Nat smiles good-naturally and remembers how her father had waited 2 hours for AAA one time because he attempted to change a tire and lost the lug nuts in the brush on the side of the road.

When she catches Payback reading one of the books in her father's curriculum on the beach one day, she doesn't even hesitate to bring up some of Matthew Trace's discussion points. Reuben chats with her, clearly impressed, and assumes that when she explains how her house is filled with books, it must be from Nat's mother. She doesn't bother correcting him.

And when her family arrives for the Dagger BBQ hosted by Penny and Mav after they all survive the mission, Natasha smirks at the surprised faces of her teammates when they take in her glasses wearing, sweater-covered father, her loud and boisterous mother and her singular female sibling. The rumor mill clearly having never been so wrong.

But that's life isn't it, especially for someone like Natasha Trace. Assumptions are always going to be made and Phoenix is always going to love to prove them wrong.

#top gun maverick #top gun #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #rumors #Phoenix is a badass #and defies expectations and assumptions #top gun: maverick #dagger squad #monica barbaro #short fic #possible repost #top gun phoenix

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theloveoftoms · 2 years

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The Proposal - Rooster x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend rooster has plans to propose, and the day of, you decide to do a crazy stunt and end up loosing connection with the tower, leaving rooster worried for your whereabouts. Will rooster's proposal go as planned?

Request: (summarized) from the wonderful @tinfoilhat2719 "hey! could you write something where the reader and rooster are dating and he plans to propose. the reader is a pilot and one day decided to do a crazy stunt in the air, and of course rooster gets worried. when she lands...." (you will see;))

A/N: Well, I watched top gun: maverick again yesterday, and when I say I sobbed, I SOBBED. I got this request a couple days ago, and i've been busy working away at it since - sorry it took so song, i've been so busy these last few days with prep for visiting my uni this weekend (with me luck lol). I am in-love with rooster now, so enjoy this story that is chaotic but fun :) also, i'm not a professional pilot, so enjoy me trying to describe this flight maneuver lol. I LOVE YOU ALL xoxo - Mackenzie :) (ps, the readers call sign is "Shadow").

Wordcount: 4.8k

"You got a ring and everything?" maverick asked, looking at a small blue box in the palm of roosters hand, "when the hell did you get so grown up?"

rooster flashed him a quick grin and then opened the box to show him the faded gold band, with a sparkling diamond in the centre and two smaller ones on either side. the ring was gorgeous and classy in an old fashioned type of way, and that was the perfect thing for his girlfriend, or should we say, soon to be fiancé??

As rooster slipped the box back into the pocket of his jeans, the air between him and maverick fell silent. "Do you have any advice on this sort of thing?" he asked maverick, who's definition of commitment was a three month long fling involving motorcycle rides, steamy kisses (and rounds of forceful sex) , and singing along to the songs on the radio.

"Rooster," he said, putting a hand on the young pilots shoulder, "I'm not the best at this kind-of stuff." Rooster looked away, unsure of why he asked anyways. Maverick noticed and spoke up, "Look at me, it took me thirty years to finally realize that penny was all I had ever wanted in life. And we both know you're way smarter than that."

Roosters lips curled up sideways into a smirk, "You got that right pop."

Any time someone - particularly one of his students, - would refer to maverick as 'pop' or 'old man' they would get a light slap on the shoulder, and maverick would put on a show about how he hated being referred to as a senior. But whenever rooster call him that, his heart (yes, maverick has a heart) would swell a tiny bit just to know that Bradley thought of him as a father figure. And hell, he was here right now asking him for advice on his proposal.

"You're a great guy Bradley," maverick begun, "and y/n's a great girl. the two of you make quite the pair!"

Rooster grinned, fumbling the wallet sized photo of y/n that he kept in his flight suit pocket. It was a photo of you on the beach, yes, that beach. The one beach in Italy that was a favourite spot of yours, where you would spend hours walking the sand and swimming in the sea with your lover. The portrait was of you in an airy white linen shirt, a pair of shorts, and your sun-kissed hair was messily kept beneath one of Bradley's baseball caps. A smile, glowing brightly on your face. The sort of smile that came after a bought of laughter; the sort of smile in which your eyes turned up, and your nose was crinkled. The sort of smile that was only found on your face whenever rooster was near.

"I wish I had more experience in this type of thing," maverick said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "but man, when you have it, you have it."

"And hey," maverick said patting rooster on the back, "You'll be a great husband. Anyone who has you in their life is lucky, because rooster, you are one of the best people I know."

...

"Are you going up today?" phoenix asked, tucking one final bobby pin in her dark hair.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm thinking about trying out a new maneuver."

Phoenix, one of the only other female pilots on base, and your wild roommate, always was keen on hearing about your latest plans to spice things up in the sky. "Really?" she asked, eyes bright, "I want to hear all about it!"

So, on your afternoon walk to the flight depot, you told phoenix everything. Every gruelling detail, and little insignificant note was spilled, and phoenix was glad to hear it. "That is so badass," she said after you told her about your plans, "I haven't even tried the cobra yet!"

You tucked a loose strand of hair back into your bun and grinned, "Hey," you said, smirking, "I can be your wingman anytime."

Phoenix laughed, having picked up on the saying that was often bounced around Captain Mitchell and Admiral Kazanzky, some inside joke of theirs from their old days at top gun??

"If I did that with bob in the back, he would never forgive me," phoenix said, putting on her favourite pair of aviators, "I love him to death, but he is so work driven that sometimes he forgets to have fun."

You were glad that you flew solo, just you and your f-18 up in the sky. It also worked whenever you wanted to try something new, because with a bask seater, you have someone else to think about as opposed to just yourself and your jet.

"Be safe up there Shadow," phoenix said, giving you, her friend and flat-mate a squeeze on the shoulder, "I wanna see you for drinks later tonight."

You grinned, "Count me in."

...

At the flight depot, you saw your boyfriend rooster standing there, all suited up in his flight gear which was identical to yours. "Hi," you said, walking over, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hey," he said, putting his arm around you, grinning at your sight, "Going up soon?" he asked.

You nodded, taking your aviators from the pocket of your t-shirt and putting them properly on, "I'm doing the flight by point Loma today, then the circle loop around generals bay."

Rooster nodded, "I was out early this morning, so its just a fun afternoon of paperwork for me," he smirked.

"I'm thinking about trying a new maneuver," you said brightly.

Rooster shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, "God," he sighed, rolling his eyes as he laughed, "You and your crazy stunts. Your just like maverick!"

You laughed, "well, he was one of my first instructors!"

The clock on the wall read 5:35, it was time to get going, after all, you had booked the 5:45 flight slot.

"I gotta go babe," you said, squeezing roosters shoulder, "Listen for me on the radio if you'd like. It might make your paperwork more interesting!"

Rooster always listened to the radio when you were up in the air. Even before the two of you begun dating, rooster always listened to the radios, back at top gun, even back in flight school where the two of you had first met.

One day in the cafeteria when you were trying to buy a protein bar from the vending machine, the machine wouldn't take your quarters, and lucky for you, rooster was behind you and offered his one dollar bills instead. He got you the snack and instead of taking your change like you had insisted, he opted to hear about the cobra maneuver - which you had just tried the day before, and nearly succeeded - instead.

The two of you became friends and one night at the bar, a drunken almost-kiss lead for unfamiliar feelings for the both of you, which you were forced to face the next day in class when you were assigned a task together.

"About last night," rooster had said, stopping in the corridor outside the classroom, "I'm not sure how you felt about that, but um," he paused, unsure of what to say next.

But then you and your smart mouth interjected, "I like you too rooster."

The two of you had laughed and then arranged a date, and since then, the two of you - despite the jobs taking place an oceans away- have remained close and very much in love.

"Just, be safe up there," rooster said, kissing your temple, "alright?"

You gave him a nod, "You got it lieutenant Bradshaw!"

After doing all of the necessary and required pre-flight checks, the sound of your f-18 roaring to life was like music to your ears. Although, it was a rather gruff sound, that at times could be quite gruelling to listen to due to the power of the dual engines, but it served as a reminder of how hard you had worked to find your place as a naval aviator. Another reminder, one that made you incredibly pleased, was the sticker bearing your name "y/n "Shadow" y/l/n" beneath the canopy that you grinned at each time you stepped into your aircraft.

It wasn't always the easiest thing being a female in a male-dominated career, but your name on this lustrous aircraft proved it was all worth it, now if only the pricks who thought that you didn't belong could agree. The hurtful truth is that no matter how far you got in the navy, there would always be one person with a snide remark for you, always one who would choose to loathe you based on your gender, always one who would go out of their way to make you feel as if you didn't belong. It was hard at first, but after you got a feel for who supported you, and wanted you to succeed, work was more enjoyable than it had been before.

A woman's voice from the tower filled your ears; those four little words that made your heart swell, "All go for takeoff." And with a big groan of force courtesy of the throttle, you were barreling fast and hard down the runway, and before you knew it, you were up in sky, pulling 3g's right off the get go.

The gravitational force sent you back into your seat, a feeling that excited you although you were used to by now. You remembered at first, when you were learning how to fly, the feeling that would accompany takeoff. The feeling that your eyes were going to fall back into your head, and that your legs were being pushed away behind you. The coat of sweat and the tremors that would accompany the first pull into the sky. From time to time, you still found yourself getting nervous, but the more that you thought about being up in the sky, the less the impending thoughts seemed to bother you.

The sky seemed especially blue today, and the clouds were few but gorgeous. "On your six Shadow," Payback said through the microphone, singling that he was behind you as expected.

Usually, when you were just going up for a flight, the commander would send another jet, just to have two eyes and ears checking out the sky. You weren't looking for anything in particular but instead just practicing and maintaining your flight techniques. Today, your wingman was Payback, and his wso, Fanboy.

"Copy payback," you said, turning in your seat, glancing back at the fellow f-18 behind you.

"On the way back, theres something I want to try," you said, grinning.

In the other jet, coyote was shaking his head and payback was smirking, "Another one of your stunts shadow?" he asked lightly.

"Affirmative," you replied, now soaring over point Loma.

"Hey," payback begun, "at least its us and not Yale and Juno flying with you today. They hate that sort of stuff."

"Not us though," payback said, giving you his support, "we love the show!"

"why are you waiting until the end?" fanboy asked, clipping on his mask into the side of his helmet.

Good question? why am I waiting until the end of the flight to do my trick?

"How about I do it at generals bay?" you asked, "Give the people on the beach a bit of a show?"

Payback laughed, "No one flys like you do Shadow."

Generals bay approached quicker than you had expected, and a glaze of sweat was beginning to coax your brow. You felt the sweat along the back of your neck, the wispy ends of your bun messily tangled in your helmet. God, its hot today.

You made the loop around the point, and on your way back north, payback and fanboy flew up beside you. "The stage is all yours Shadow," payback said, fanboy in the back giving you a hearty thumbs up.

The 'stage' or in this case, the clear clear almost-evening sky, was wide open for you, ready for your stunt.

So, giving the jet just a bit more gas, pulling the throttle back ever so slightly, you climbed higher in the sky, and then once at your satisfied altitude, you tilted the front of your jet to a near vertical descent, the water looking very blue beneath you.

You felt yourself catch on the straps of your seat belt as your altitude began to drop, now it was time for the main attraction.

Plummeting towards the ground, you manoeuvred the jet in a spiral pattern, resembling a corkscrew type of wave, moving the control so the spiral turns would pull even more g's than usual. A wave of thrill rushed over you as you approached the earth, the altitude giving you a play by play, each number being read aloud by the automated voice, "15,000, 14,000, 13,000."

When the automated voice screeched that you were around 7,000 feet, you pulled up, but not in the traditional sense. You levelled off your jet to go at a straight line, but however, you were inverted, still facing the ground, the blood rushing to your head, a feeling you thrived to feel when upside down in a jet. At first it was disorienting, but after your third and fourth time upside down, you get used to it.

"How was that boys?" you asked your wingmen, "Like the inverted flying?"

Payback hollered into the radio and fanboy laughed. "There's no one who flys like you y/n," said fanboy.

"Well, maybe except mav!" Payback said.

"One last thing," you said, puling the jet up, now you were going sparing into the sky, speeding beside the other f-18, making payback grip the controls just a bit firmer than he had before.

"What the hell!" Fanboy shouted, but you could tell he wasn't mad, due to his laughter.

You brought the jet just a bit higher and then did a sort of loop in the sky, one that was quick in speed with high velocity. As you completed the loop, going upside down, facing the ocean for the third time today you felt a rush of adrenaline pump through your veins.

As you were finishing off the the loop, a light began to flash on the dashboard at a rapid pace, "left engine." Then a god awful noise, that started off as a murmur, but grew into something loud and rumbling came from the back of the plane. "Payback," you said clearly through the radio, "There's something wrong with one of the engines!"

And just as you were levelling off, the radio made a loud shrill and then a crackling pop, and radio silence filled your helmet. You tired turning it back on, playing with the main radio in the jet, but it was no use, the light for the radio was dead.

"Fuck," you said aloud, the sweat coming hot and fast, making a glossy film over your skin, "I've gotta get back."

Noticing the check-engine light for the left side was flashing more rapidly now, you did what you were taught, and attempted to re-generate it, in hopes of it turning back on. At first, there was some hope, and that same gurgling sound from the back of the jet, but then a cloud of smoke was released into the sky, and you knew that your left engine would likely not turn back on.

Without dual engines, it was rather difficult to keep up with payback and fanboy, who were now long ahead. Even as you followed them from behind, you found it difficult to keep an eye on them as they barrelled along the pattern.

You tried another switch on the dashboard to try to get the radio back on, and for a second it worked, and you were able to scream out, "Request to land immediately, mayday, mayday," but with the static cutting in and out, it was hard to tell what the people in the tower could hear. As you tried again, flipping the switch, the lights on the dash all went dim, something was seriously wrong with your jet.

"No, no, no, no, no," you repeated to yourself as you tried any switch that would flip.

Back at the base, after hearing the stunt play out through the radio, rooster had attracted quite the crowd in the office room. A terrible feeling filled his head, and his heart was pounding once he heard the radio fall silent on your behalf. "y/n!" he said, grabbing the small box in-between both hands, and then he took off into the flight depot, to go find a commander.

On his way there, he ran into maverick, who was alarmed to see him pass by in such an alarmed state. "Rooster?" he asked, seeing him run by in a blur, "What's going on?"

Rooster stopped hastily, looking at the captain with wide, scattered eyes that couldn't seem to focus on anything in particular. Beads of sweat on his forehead, and that same nervous look on his face that presented itself every so often when rooster was particularly stressed or anxious.

Maverick recalled when Bradley was young, that same look - the one with the slightly raised brow and tucked lips, and trembling eyes that always seemed to drift from surface to surface - that usually seemed to present itself before a major baseball game or right before a math test that he hadn't studied for. Even after all of these years, whenever rooster was distraught, he still looked at him with those same wondering eyes as when he was a child.

"Its y/n!" Bradley said, "She did some stunt and theres a problem with her engine. We've lost all contact with her. No one knows where she is."

"But weren't payback and fanboy up there with her?" he asked.

"Yeah, but last I heard, they were ordered to land immediately," Bradly said, looking around for a commander or admiral, anyone with power who could help with the matter.

Then in the corner, the short greying commander Hinton, was sipping his evening coffee. "Commander Hinton!" Bradley shouted, running over to the old man, maverick following suit.

As Bradley begun to speak, his words coming out all slurred and jumbled, Commander Hinton hushed him, "Lieutenant," he said calmly, but when rooster carried on, telling him things he already knew, Hinton said it more harshly, "Lieutenant!" which made the pilot straighten his posture and take a step back beside maverick.

"All we can do is wait and see if she makes it back," the commander said dryly, leaving maverick to chase after rooster who was already in the process of running towards the airstrip.

...

There it was, the runway, the one you were incredibly glad to see, thankful that you were paying attention during takeoff to remember where you were scheduled to land.

The sky was now glowing in hues of golden orange, a heavenly shade of the tropics that you rarely got the chance to fly in. Usually, after a day of flying, the last thing you wanted to do was land, but tonight, after the flight you've had, you were more than relieved to see the landing strip.

The lights on the tarmac were flashing in a particular sequence, showing you where to go and when to do it. Having no radio connection to the tower made it tricky to land. You mainly were worried about another jet trying to land at the same time as you were, but when you finally touched down and parked in your designated stall, you could finally breathe.

You opened the canopy and descended the steps. Taking your first few steps on the concrete, your legs felt wobbly and unsure as you removed your helmet, setting it below the leg of your aircraft. A sigh escaped your lips, you were finally back down on earth.

From the main building, you could see rooster running out towards you at a rapid pace, his dark hair blowing in the wind, and the gorgeous night time sun reflecting on his skin. God, he's so handsome.

Approaching you, rooster's sprint slowed down to a jog and then later an abrupt halt, gasping for air, looking at you with his foggy eyes, displaying an unreadable emotion.

"What the hell was that?" he gasped in an distraught tone.

Rooster rarely raised his voice, especially at you, what was the matter with him? did something happen while I was up in the sky?

"What do you mean?" you replied firmly, "I landed the jet like normal!"

Rooster grunted, pinching that spot at the base of his neck that always seemed to collect stress, his arms flexing tightly in his black t-shirt. "No, y/n," he spat, "That stunt. What the fuck was that! You disappeared from the radio!"

The force of the moment found its way into your veins, making your chest feel tight and head growing hazy. You rolled your eyes, taking a step towards your boyfriend, "God rooster, I had it all under control."

A stout laugh escaped his lips, "Did you?" he hissed.

"Yes Bradley, I did!" you replied harshly, "I value my plane very much, and I took every precaution necessary to land safely!"

"You and your stunts," rooster said hotly, shaking his head, "You're so reckless, do you know that?!" Now he was staring at you, intensely, urgently, his eyes were pressed to yours.

You nodded, stepping forward's rooster, "Yeah, I do! But I don't know why you're so mad at me?"

Rooster stepped back, letting a breath escape his lips, his face red and blotchy from anger, "Fuck y/n," he said angrily, "You could have fucking died up there!"

"But I didn't. I didn't die, and I'm right here on the landing strip fighting with you."

"God shadow," rooster said, calling you by your call sign, still fuming, although now more relaxed, "What the hell would have happened if we were married? Your decisions could have killed you."

married? hold on a minute, what did he just say?

"Married?!" you shouted, arms flailing in the air, "What the hell are you talking about rooster?"

Arms shaking, rooster shoved his hand into the pocket of his dark green trousers and pulled out a small blue box - a ring box. He opened it, flipping the top up with his opposite hand, showing it to you, "This, y/n!" he shouted, showing you the gold ring he had picked out last month, "I was going to propose tonight!" he said urgently.

You looked at rooster with quiet eyes, not making a sound, your mouth falling open from the shock of it all. did rooster just say that he was going to propose?

Your eyes scattered down to the ring box, how it was held gently in roosters strong hands. "Rooster," you said gently, "You were going to ask me to marry you?"

Rooster nodded, closing the box, "Yeah. I had it all planned out. We were going to walk down to the beach and just as the sun was about to set, maverick was going to do a fly-by in his p-51, and," he paused shutting his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that stuff to you. God, I've just been so fucking nervous lately."

You took a step forward, taking one of roosters hands gently in yours, "Rooster," you spoke, voice trembling, "I'm sorry for what I said."

He shook his head, "don't be, I overreacted. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"No," you said, "I should be more careful, and I'm glad you care enough to tell me that. I did over-do it tonight."

"This whole thing was a disaster," Bradley said, looking down at the box.

"You really meant what you said?" you asked, "You wanted to marry me?"

Rooster looked up, meeting your eyes, "I want to marry you y/n."

He held your hands in his, "I want to know what its like to wake up with you beside me every day of my life. I want to spend all of my time with you y/n, because I love you, every part of you, even your reckless stunts!"

"You're the most important person to me, and I don't want to loose you," he said, eyes misty, looking at you, only you.

If rooster wouldn't have brought his hand up to the side of your cheek to wipe the tears streaming down your face, you wouldn't have realized that you were crying. God, you of all people, didn't think you would be capable of crying at your own proposal.

"What are you saying rooster?" you asked, smiling gently, already sure you knew what he was going to say next.

"I'm asking, shadow," Bradley said, grinning, "Will you marry me?"

As another fat tear rolled down your cheek, a smile spread across your face. You nodded, throwing your arms around Bradley, "Yes. I would love to marry you!"

It felt so good to have your boyfriend's, fiancé's arms around you, his hands on your back holding you tightly towards his body. You were consumed by his scent, the way it filled your head and suddenly brought you home. You loved the way strong arms were holding you, and the way he smiled into your hair. "I love you," he whispered into your ear.

"I love you too," you repeated, your tears getting sopped up in rooster's tee-shirt.

You looked to rooster with eyes of salt, and brought your lips up to his. And there the two of you stood on the tarmac, kissing. The kiss was long and slow and made electricity buzz through your veins in a sweet low tone. No matter how many times he had kissed you, each time it felt new and entrancing.

When you broke the kiss, Bradley brought back out the ring box, concentrating with tears in his eyes, as he took the gold band out of the tan cushion it was held in. You held out your your hand, wriggling your wedding finger as rooster shakily slid the band up and over your knuckle. It was a perfect fit, it was made exactly for you.

You held your hand closer to your face and looked at the ring. The diamond shone brightly in the evening sun, and it looked gorgeous on your hand, nearly too beautiful to belong to a fighter pilot!

You grinned brightly at rooster, looking up from the ring, "I can't believe we're engaged," you said, looking around, the moment finally setting in, "Oh my god! we're engaged!" you screamed.

Bradley grinned, picking you up in his arms, which earned a squeal from you, "Bradley! Put me down!" you laughed to your fiancé who was carrying you towards the flight depot, one arm supporting your back, the other beneath your legs. As Bradley waded forward, the two of you couldn't stop grinning and gazing at one another.

Under one of the canopies where rooster had carried you to, all of your friends (that were pilots and wso's) were there, clapping and cheering for you.

Rooster set you down, and then put his arms around you, brining you into a hug from behind. "Everyone," he said to the other pilots and crew, gathering their attention, "We have something exciting to tell you!"

You grinned, looking up at Bradley, who'e eyes were beaming, "I think they already know rooster!"

"You guys are getting married!" phoenix said excitedly, bring you in for an an embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around your torso.

"We saw the whole thing go down on the tarmac," bob said, giving rooster a pat on the shoulder, "Congratulations!"

Just as you were showing your colleagues the gorgeous band that rooster had picked out especially for you, there was a loud noise in the sky. You looked up, it was a jet!

Up in the sky, one of the f-18's was doing a fly-by, soaring loudly and quickly over the depot. You looked to rooster and exchanged a glance, "Maverick," you agreed.

I guess part of rooster's plan did go as expected, it was during the hours of sunset, and maverick flew overhead, although it wasn't his stunning p-51 and just an ordinary f-18, the moment was perfect, and you were one step closer to spending the rest of your life with the most important and wonderful person, rooster, the love of your life.

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science-lings · 4 months

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after getting the shit beat out of him on multiple occasions, confronted by the mafia, also on multiple occasions, multiple instances of attempted murder, I think that Phoenix deserves to be forced to be a little kickass. Like he worked at a shady restaurant and wins poker games against people who are drunk and probably more than willing to kick the shit out of him all the time, there's no way that he wouldn't be able to defend himself in some way. Maybe Trucy taught him how to throw knives or something and I know he's a funny indestructible punching bag of a guy but come on... I think at least for his daughter's sake he should at least know how to handle a gay little knife or something.

#he doesn't seem like the type to carry a gun but having a knife hidden up his sleeves? that feels more like him #this also ties into the whole thing of him being really strong for the plot but weak for gags #he's only pathetic when it's funny #otherwise he's actually pretty fit yk?#this guy bikes everywhere and can kick down heavy doors with no problem but he can also get the shit beat out of him by a 9yo #also i want him to be a little badass bc I want to be able to write action scenes for aa #my guy is in a fighting game and he's not good at it but I want him to be a little capable when the situation calls for it #phoenix wright #ace attorney #beanix #this is mostly for 7yg phoenix he goes back to being pathetic when he gets his badge back #I just think he should be strong enough to carry pearl and trucy in his arms on a daily basis

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writer-rider-flirty-thirties · 1 month

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I reread The Black Games trilogy and I realized I never truly finished the last two chapters of the third installment (despite reading the whole triology at least five times) and y'all...

It rocked me emotionally.

Anyways, I love the trilogy so much and I'm so happy I finally got to finish it!

(also, it has my favorite OCs ever!!!)

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redfurrycat · 1 year

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E and Top Gun Fusion - Hangster & Icemav

IceCold Agency and Inverted Agency are two adversary secret agencies, led by Iceman and Maverick respectively, forced to put aside longstanding hostilities and team up on a joint mission: stopping a mysterious international criminal organization that is bent on destabilizing the fragile balance of power through the proliferation of nuclear weapons and technology.

The only lead to infiltrate the criminal organization is a vanished scientist’s daughter, Natasha Trace. To retrieve the asset, Iceman and Maverick each send their best agent: the combat expert Rooster and the smooth-talker thief Hangman.

Thus is created the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement, a secret international intelligence agency. Code name: U.N.C.L.E.

[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5]

#TMFU au #with top gun characters #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #Jake Hangman Seresin is Napoleon Solo - Nickname '''Cowboy'''#So it fits for Jake =D #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is Illya Kuryakin - Nickname '''Red Peril'''#Not sure it fits for Bradley but he IS the volatile hulk here...#Natasha Phoenix Trace is Gaby Teller - Nickname '''Little Chop Shop Girl'''#Gaby and Nat would SO be BFFs! Both spitfires who are their own BADASS woman who gets shit done!#CIA Boss!Maverick #KGB Boss!Kazansky #Napollya is Hangster!#The Napollya dynamic is awesome in the movie!!!#Siriusly go see the movie!#bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #Because those two have history together #End up creating their own agency because their way is contradictory #But they SO love each other!#Don't think just do VS Think and Plan #Bradley and Jake do some matchmaking meanwhile they mutual-idiotically pine for one another #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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missathlete31 · 8 months

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Hi.

I'm going to need a detailed analysis on every aspect of Just A Scratch. I am SO obsessed with this i cant WAIT for part 2.

Im a slut for hurt/comfort on a normal day--add in the fact that its Nat & Jake--also that Nat is put in a situation that SO many of us have been in, and we see her vulnerable for the first time in how she reacts (not the cool calm collected badass.)

Idk man ive been in sinilar situations and my immediate reaction has always been to fawn. ("Dont say anything to make them angry amd make the sitation worse-thats the only way out") and seeing a badass, confident woman like Natasha rocked a little bit, and thrown off/not immediately shove him off/etc... idk, makes me feel a little more seen in my knee-jerk responses to harrassment.

Idk man, i just feel SEEN.

Thank you for that. 🥺 i wasnt expecting to feel healing when i read this at 5am. 🥹

-- @callsign-barbell 🔔

Okay first off- THANK YOU for reading my story and being such a fan that you reached out! A detailed analysis!!!! OMG don’t tempt me!!! Lol

But in all seriousness I’m so happy that everyone seems so interested and understanding with Nats reaction! I know it’s a little against cannon because like you said she is normally so calm cool and collected badass but I really liked exploring her vulnerable side. The guy throws her off her game because she really wasn’t expecting it and she goes through what a lot of people do in these unwanted situations- shakiness and uncertainty.

As someone that’s worked in hockey arenas and bars for 10 years I know that this situation happens and it happens a lot. Sometimes it’s more innocent (someone reading vibes wrong) and sometimes it can be dangerous. I completely get your fawn reaction, my go to was always to just laugh it off and get on to another customer. It’s never easy to feel unsettled and especially in this story where the predator was violent, these situations can escalate very quickly.

Part 2 is going to explore a little bit of victim shaming (Natasha is going to think this is all her fault) and while I don’t want to seem virtue signaling I think it’s an important step in the progress of the story.

It’s funny, this really meant to be a one shot, slight Hannix angst with a wholesome ending. But I’m enjoying the more serious tones in this especially if it helps readers see that even the strongest fictional characters can experience these moments like we do.

Thank you again for being so awesome @callsign-barbell and all other readers. Feel free to reach out again with any questions, or if you want to vent or anything!

I really hope you all like Part 2 and Part 3

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #nat trace #phoenix is a badass #so are you guys #just a scratch #top gun #anon ask #dagger squad #top gun: maverick #hannix fic #hannix

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alynnl · 1 year

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So Phoenix Wright, attorney at law has broken down two doors in Justice for All, while Detective Gumshoe hasn’t broken down a single door on screen?

Gumshoe should get to do that, as a treat. Even better if he’s forcing open an elevator door to rescue Edgeworth and/or Kay.

#Ace attorney #Phoenix Wright #Detective Gumshoe #let him be a badass #I know he can be #he’s a hero to me

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thelearnedsoldiertoo · 2 years

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This is Ali Ondasa’jega, my Balosar Jedi rocking her new look courtesy of the ever-talented and utterly phenomenal @cadhla182 !

She’s been through one hell of a narrative arc, going from one of the earliest Jedi to voice concerns with the Clone Wars as a Padawan, and even trying to defect to the CIS when it wasn’t clear how dark they were as a form of protest, to the death of her adoptive father and imprisonment by the Republic, to her corruption by the Inquisition when she was made easy pickings during Order 66, having already been wracked with grief and anger, to finally meeting the love of her life, a Clawdite ex-Jedi as well who managed to bring her (mostly) back to the light by simply acting as a positive influence and effective counterbalance to the darker impulses she was grappling with. Back to the Light, though not exactly the picture-perfect image of a serene Jedi by any stretch, Ali is the Jedi Knight you call on when diplomacy has failed and you really need someone willing and able to ruin some jerk’s day.

But before they can rebuild the Order, they kinda need to tear down the Empire! Rebellion, ho~!

#star wars #a history of violence #ahov #rising phoenix campaign #gffa #swse #saga edition #balosar #jedi knight #my ocs #the dark times #the galactic civil war era #love her so much #badass women #the armour is specially designed by a mandalorian armourer she's wearing to be light and flexible #nowhere near as tough as heavier beskar maybe #but combined with her own talents it'll take most of the edge off of a graze from a blaster and catch shrapnel easily enough

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acacia-luna-royal · 2 years

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ASKSJFJSJSJJS!!! GUYS!! COCONUTS MAFIA!! TUMBLRINAS STILL OBSESSED WITH KINNPORSCHE!!

Right! Okay! Had an epiphany just as I was about to go to sleep about Porsche’s magnificent, badass, hot as FUCK, sexy, show-stopping, heart-rate elevating, brilliant, strategic, breathtaking, jaw dropping, amazing- I could go on and on- Entrance in the Main Family take down scene:

The way time slowed, the way everyone was shocked to see Porsche join the fight. Everybody being shocked for different reasons. It was epic as FUCK and oh damn... did I forget to breathe during this bit? Hella YES. Did it feel like my heart would jump out my ribcage, walk across my bedroom floor and then yeet itself out of my bedroom window when Porsche stepped in looking like this? Hella YES! But that isn’t what I wanted to talk about. (I mean, I always want to talk about Porsche looking like this and I could go on and on for hours about Porsche in this scene alone but, that would be procrastinating, so let’s move on.)

What I wanted to talk about is how this man, THIS MAN RIGHT HERE:

How this beautiful gorgeous man (Damn Kinn you’re so damn fucking lucky!) Sneaked, literally sneaked into the Main Family compound, in the midst of a full on war, so he could harness up to get weapons galore! He wasn’t there when the fight started, and no one freaking knew he was there! Tankhun and Arm would have only seen him on the cameras when he joined the fight! Porsche snuck in like the Ghost of Mafia Present, just so that he could join the fight and protect his man!

And no offence to the other bodyguards, but Porsche here was literally: “You want a job done right, you’ve got to do it yourself. *Grabs a knife. Loads up a machine gun. Packs a smoke grenade*” Porsche showing everyone the Phoenix that he really is; rising from the ashes which is the chaos, to then come into the middle of the fight, Full Fucking Throttle.

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