Tiny Dancer: A Topgun: Maverick Fanfic

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Me when writers block hits but I have so many good ideas:

I sit at the table, papers thrown about in front of me. I sigh, tearing open an envelope, tugging the letter out from inside. It's from another child, a teenage girl, requesting to be in the first batch of flight students. I smile, reading the letter.

  Dear Mrs Floyd,

  My mom said you are setting up a childrens flight program, and I would like to join. I am fourteen years old, and I want to become a fighter pilot when I grow up. But I have never been in a small plane before.

  Please reply

  Xoxo

  Rose Williams

  I smile, writing her name slowly on the small list of children who have contacted me already. The flight program appears to be a success, and we are slowly getting donations in. Mrs. Ashley suspects we will have the program up and running in four months.

  I hear Einstein yell, ThenI hear the front door open, and Bob's voice calls out too me.

  "I'm in here, love!" I call looking up from my papers.

"Kaleigh?" He calls, stepping into the kitchen. He sees me and smiles childishly, making his way over too me and pulling up a chair. "Hey."

"Hey yourself." I say, sparing him a smile. "How's it going?"

"Eh, okay. Phoenix is a good pilot. Everyone is nice enough." He says, scooting my chair closer too him and tugging me onto his lap, making me laugh.

"Clingy today, aren't we?" I remark, slinging my arm around his neck, gently kissing his nose. He hums, burrowing his head in my chest, his glasses slipping off his face.

"I'm stressed out, my love." He mutters. I hum, gently carding my fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck. "This mission, it's is... I mean, it's near impossible. It's stressing me out."

I sigh, leaning into him.
"Is that why you where tossing and turning all night?" I ask, and he nods, his breath warm on my skin.

"Everyone is tense." He sighs. "I don't know what to do." He gently tugs of his glasses, setting them on the table, before rubbing his eyes. I frown, placing my hand to cup his face.

"Just keep being you." I whisper, gently tilting his head up to look me in the face. His brown eyes stare at me, and I give him a small smile. "Keep being positive."

I kiss him gently, my lips just brushing his. I feel him smile.

  He is my oxygen, and I am his water.

  Without each other, we cannot survive.

  Short chapter, but better late then never!!

I realized I never did a Bob aesthetic... oops. We love this man, so here you go!!

-Robert 'Bob' Floyd aesthetic-
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"And... I can't dance."

"The hardest part about being a Weapons Systems Officer is not being a back- seat driver. I mean, Pilot."

"What do you mean?"

"... guys, I'm not that innocent..."

"And yet somehow you always manage."

"I mean..."

"I can't sing either..."

Thanks all!! This story has been rough going, but thank you for sticking with me!

-❤️Kena