Mereka bilang bahwa,
"Hidup cuma sekali maka Nikmatilah"
Tapi mereka lupa bilang bahwa,
Mati pun juga hanya sekali jadi "Persiapkanlah"
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i have been dreaming of a top gun:maverick!inspired harringrove fic for the past few days. esp since their usual dynamic is a cocky, self assured blonde and a wildly stupid + talented brunette so puhlease. if that doesn’t scream harringrove, i dunno what will.
imagine billy, whose dad got kicked outta the military on a bad conduct charge but never tells a soul—too ashamed and too proud and too angry to bear the weight of his actions. so instead, when he gets home to his wife and kid, he makes their lives a living hell and runs their home like a base.
0600 - wake up “because i won’t have any slobs living under my roof,”
0605 - leave behind a bed of perfectly creased corners or “sleep on the floor, since you want to live like an animal,”
0615 - start the chores or “starve. there’s no such thing as eating for free,”
“don’t talk back,”
“don’t ask questions,”
“you’re not a baby, billy— stop crying over toys.”
“are you some kind of fucking fairy? sit up straight.”
“you better not embarrass me, boy.”
and it only gets worse when billy’s mom finally ups and leaves. no amount of “yes, sir”s can save him from his father’s wrath and soon enough, rewards and punishments become all too similar; the line between them, blurry at best. neil’s love feels exactly the same as his hate and both leave heavy stamps of purple and blackish-blue near billy’s heart.
so by the time that billy’s eighteen and old enough to leave, he’s more decorated than most. has given up more than most. has endured a battle longer than that of most neighboring countries.
and he doesn’t really have a choice (if he wants to leave neil’s house) but to join the air force and so, that’s what he does. and billy’s done a lot to survive but flying? the thought of it makes him feel alive. and the notion is only cemented after he watches a p-51 mustang take off for the first time and his heart feels it’s been through 10gs of force.
so he becomes the goddamn best in his batch. he gets his degree in mechanical engineering. he gets to flight school and he’s glittering. he’s whip smart and confident and has the instincts to back it up. he’s tall and sun-kissed, blue-eyed and blonde-haired. and that alone has everyone on the squad calling him “johnny— like bravo, not the jackass.” paired with his sweet, little texan drawl, he’s charismatic and a total wildcard. he bitches and preens and leads but billy,
billy gets the job done. every single time.
doesn’t care who it pisses of. doesn’t care about kissing ass. and yet still, when there’s a particularly tough mission, the admiral knows that johnny boy is up for it.
regardless, he racks up a long list of avid followers and enemies.
so when he gets to hard deck a day before top gun training is meant to start, he’s not surprised to meet the latter of whom in the form of steve “beemer” harrington.
steve, who looks the same as he did in flight school all those years ago— golden and freckled just about everywhere. he fills out his shirt just right and if billy were closer, the coupla inches steve has on him would be more obvious.
“beemer, as i live and breathe.”
billy’s pleased to see steve’s eyes widen at the sight of him. smirks when he realizes he’s on the receiving end of the brunette’s sweeping gaze.
“johnny,” steve says, around the rim of his beer bottle. “you look…good.”
and oh, does that light him up.
billy’s careful though, to not let his face betray a single thing. instead, he grins a little wider. a little deeper; a little meaner.
“well, i am good, beemer.” he shrugs and plucks the pool cue out of carver’s grip.
he ignores the blonde’s huffing beside him and instead, leans forward to line the tip of it up behind the ball.
he knows the motion accentuates the long lines of his body. he knows that gravity favors him and the undone buttons on his shirt; gives a generous view of his naked chest.
“i’m very good.”
steve’s eyes flit between his and then, somewhere lower.
and billy snorts, lining up his aim; coiled tightly and precise. holds it for all of a second before the string snaps and he’s breaking the rack with a resounding, wooden clackclackclack.
“in fact, i’m too good to be true.”
and thereby starts their enemies to lovers trope! i’m talking heated looks in the locker room, post training tension, make out sessions in the otherwise empty gym. hanging out at each other’s on base accommodations and billy calling steve ‘bee.’ imagine them exchanging dog tags?? and steve getting all possessive when billy’s got his flight suit unzipped halfway and tied around his little waist. they’d be instructors together and show off in the air, driving everyone crazy. the perfect leader and wingman.
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