The Multiverse

Bob (Top Gun)

Fandom: Top Gun
Request: Yes (@Bee_woop)
Genre: Fluff
M/F/NB: Female
TW: Hangman behavior
Note: im so sorry for taking so long to writing this!

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Competition

(Y/n) fiddled with her pen, clicking it multiple times on the desk, boredom weighing down on her mood.

She released a heavy sigh, looking around the room, she was waiting for her turn to try and catch Maverick.

Everyone else was listening in on the radio or playing foosball.

(Y/n)'s eyes trailed to the bar, where her eyes slightly narrowed in intrigue.

There was a familiar sight, the male having slightly slicked down hair, the hair, in front, in a cute curl. He had dark blue eyes, which were looking down at his fingers, which he was fiddling with.

He wore his flight suit, him looking...adorable, yet handsome. He looked to innocent and harmless, though (Y/n) knew better than to judge off appearances.

(Y/n) had had her eye on him for some time, him showing he had much skill as a WSO when flying with Natasha.

Before (Y/n) could further analyze the male, more than she had many of many times before, someone stepped in front of her field of vision.

"Bagman, move your ass out of the way." (Y/n) hissed, her voice having a venomous tone to it, Bagman just smirking.

She didn't notice Bob, who had looked up from his thumbs, looking to the interaction. He felt his cheeks slightly warm up, seeing her glance at him, before back at Bagman.

"Well I actually had something to ask you." He smirked, (Y/n) not looking anymore happy that he was there than she did before.

"Well, what is it?" (Y/n) snapped, not interested in continuing the conversation.

Now majority of the pilots were looking at them, intrigued by the interaction.

"I wanted to bring you out on a date, to the Hard Deck." He spoke, confidently, this sounding more like a pledge than a question.

(Y/n) didn't miss a beat, "That's a hard no."

A bunch of winces and ooh's were heard, from Coyote and Fanboy especially.

"You going to take that, Bagman?" Fanboy spoke up, jabbing at the fresh rejection.

"Shut up fangirl, I got this." (Y/n) glanced at Fanboy, before back to Hangman.

Hangman, on the other hand, didn't look phased by this rejection.

"I will get you to go out with me." He urged, smirking and walking away, back to Fanboy and Coyote, going back to playing foosball.

(Y/n) visibly recoiled in disgust at the thought, choosing to go back to the work of art she'd been analyzing before.

When she looked back to him, she smirked when she made eye contact with a pair of dark blue eyes, the owner of the eyes immediately turning and facing away. (Y/n) didn't miss the dark red flush that crawled onto his face.