#maverick x y/n

[simpforrooster]

i love when you call me pete.

pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x f!reader

t/w: mentions of an age gap, some smooching. drunk!maverick

summary: maverick almost drunkenly tells reader how he feels about her

a/n: lowercase intended! wrote this on my phone and have autocaps off xD two fics in one day!!!

maverick laughs as jake, one hand over his own eyes, takes aim at the dart board.

jake hits a bullseye. mav pulls out his wallet, and reluctantly hands jake a folded bill. your eyes roll at the captain’s stupidity. jake never misses a bullseye.

the guys surely hustled the poor man. mav’s hand falls on jake’s shoulder as he finishes off his beer.

“how long are you gonna stare at him?” phoenix asks with a raised brow.

“i am not staring,” you counter, knowing full well that you are indeed staring.

not that you could help it. the man may be twice your age, but he’s hot. even phoenix, happily engaged to bob, gets her an eye full of the elder captain.

you wipe down the bar in front of phoenix and hand her another lemon drop. tucking the rag in your back belt loop, you turn to hand another regular their drink.

ever since penny hired you, you’ve managed to take care of the bar almost as good as she does. she lets you take on the slower days of the week alone, and the two of you manage the weekend crowds together.

once everyone has been taken care of, you turn your attention back to your friend. you catch her admiring her ring. she looks up at you with a grin.

“sorry,” she shrugs. you shake your head.

“no indeed. i’d be gawking at that rock all day if it was mine.”

“you know you said that entire sentence looking at him and not me, right.”

you startle. she’s right. you’d basically been undressing maverick with your eyes. imagining your left hand heavy with a ring.

“you’re impossible,” she laughs.

your heart picks up its pace as maverick saunters, or better yet, sways up to the bar.

“four more, please. on my tab, babe.” maverick holds up five fingers, a giant grin on his face.

babe?

you lean over the bar and lay his thumb back against his palm. “that’s four.”

maverick looks down at you and then back to his hand. a chuckle falls languidly from his lips. “you’re right.”

phoenix raises a brow at you, out of sight from mav, who is looking at you like you’re his center of gravity.

“have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?” maverick says, still holding up those four fingers. the comment turns your insides into jelly.

“are you drunk, pete?” you ask him. there’s no way he’d be saying any of this if he were sober.

his hand falls to the bar top and his eyes fall closed. he stands there a moment, gathering himself, you assume.

his eyes open, those blue irises almost knocking you off your feet with how intense they look at you.

“i may be drunk, but that doesn’t mean i’m lying about you being gorgeous.”

phoenix grins at you over his shoulder, maverick completely oblivious to her.

no, he’s definitely only noticing you. every moved you’ve made, he’s tracked it. well, as well as he can given that he’s shitfaced.

maverick shrugs a shoulder. “maybe sober me is just nervous to tell you that.”

“pete,” you breathe. “you’re a naval aviator. there’s no way i make you nervous.”

“god, i love how you say my name,” he admits. before he can say anything else, jake and rooster appear at his side.

“come on, pops, we’ll get you home.” the men each take an arm, seeing as maverick can hardly remain upright.

he tries to shake them off. “i can’t go until i ask y/n out.”

your hand comes up to your mouth, your heart picking up pace again.

“let’s try tomorrow, mav,” rooster murmurs to his godfather. maverick vehemently shakes his head.

“no. i have to tell her now. i have to tell her i—,”

“oh no you don’t,” jake says, forcing maverick away from the bar. “you will not finish that sentence until you’re sober. she doesn’t deserve a drunk admission.”

rooster shoots you an apologetic look, handing you his card to close out the three of their tabs. you move on autopilot. punching in the men’s names, clicking on them, swiping the card, repeat. you hesitate on pete’s account. god, he did have a lot to drink.

that’s all that was. drunken words. he won’t remember any of this in the morning.

once the men are out the bar and pete is loaded in the back of the bronco, you turn to phoenix.

“what the fuck?” she screeches.

“i told them not to let him approach her with as far gone as he was,” bob comments, saddling up in the barstool next to his fiancé.

“what are you talking about, bob?” you ask.

bob shares a look with phoenix.

“you’re nuts if you’ve never seen the way he looks at you.”

“please don’t get my hopes up, bob,” you tell the bar, already fearful of those hopes plummeting once maverick comes to his senses and takes everything that just happened back.

you close out the remaining people at the bar. phoenix and bob hang around with you, walking you to your car once you’ve got the hard deck locked up.

the dagger squad take turns staying with you when you have a closing shift. they’re more protective of you than a set of new parents.

you hug your friends goodbye and drive to your apartment.

~

the next morning, your doorbell wakes you up with a start.

literally rolling out of the bed, you hit the floor tangled in your sheets. the doorbell chimes again. searching for a pair of pants, dread fills you as the doorbell rings once again.

what could be so urgent at..7 am?!

your mind runs through every possibility.

the doorbells chimes for a forth time just as you throw the door open, shrieking, “what?!”

pete mitchell stands on your stoop. he looks like hell. the two of you stare at one another, while pete grips the flowers he’s holding with a death grip.

you open the door wider, silently inviting him in. he follows you to the kitchen and settles at your island. the silence in the room thickens as you set to work making coffee. you feel his eyes on you the entire time.

“listen, y/n,” maverick starts, but you cut him off, sharply holding up a finger. you fish two mugs from your cabinet. you fill his mug to the brim, spooning two teaspoons of sugar in it. you fix yourself a little coffee with your creamer. setting the coffee in front of him, you step back and lean against the counter across him.

waving your hand, you tell him to proceed.

“i’m so sorry about last night,” he says, finally laying the flowers down. he runs his hands down the front of his jeans, wiping away the sweat.

“if you’re about to take it all back, i really don’t want to hear it, mav,” you tell him.

“mav..” he repeats to himself, looking at your counter top. “last night you called me pete.” he brings his eyes to yours.

you stare at him. okay, he remembers that.

“i don’t want to take any of it back, y/n.”

your breath catches at the back of your throat.

“i want to apologize,” he continues. “you didn’t deserve a drunken admission. i was being cowardly. because believe it or not, you’re ten times scarier than an f-18.”

when you say nothing, he keeps on.

“i know how to handle an f-18. i know what makes it work, how to get it back on track. i know that plan inside and out.” he takes a breath. “i don’t know how to navigate this. you.”

“me?”

“you. god, y/n. you have the ability to wreck me to my core. and i have so terrified to admit my feelings to you.”

“come on, pete, you can’t mean that,” you tell him, folding in on yourself.

“of course i do. the guys told me talking to you drunk was a bad idea. i thought i could handle it, but you just looked so gorgeous, i couldn’t help it.”

you are fully aware of how you looked last night during that fiasco. and gorgeous surely wasn’t it. not with your tank top and cut offs. and you know your hair had to be a mess. it always was at the end of a shift.

maverick rises from his stool. coming around the kitchen island, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking terrified as he walks over to you.

“i am sorry i tried to do this shitfaced,” he whispers, a breathe away from you. “tell me i didn’t ruin anything.”

he’s never stood this close to you, and it’s doing odd things to your heart.

“you didn’t ruin anything, pete,” you tell him. his eyes drop down to your mouth, silently asking permission. you nod, not trusting your voice to not betray how much you want this.

maverick pins you to the counter, his hands on either side of you, holding his weight off you. you speed him up by balling your hand in his shirt and pulling him down to you.

maverick grins as his mouth meets yours, falling back into his normal self. you can fill the confidence flowing through him as his hands move from the counter to your body.

his expert hands fall exactly where you need them. he deepens the kiss, his tongue running along your bottom lip. opening up to him, he pulls you tight against his body.

“fuck,” he breathes against your lips.

“tell me about it,” you murmur.

he plants tantalizing kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“pete,” you moan. he tightens his hold in response.

“i love it when you call me pete,” he says, returning his kisses to your mouth.

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

There Are Circumstances

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader

Summary: Maverick refuses to bring you on the mission which further deteriorates your already fragile relationship. And the true reason behind his decision catches you off guard.

CW: age gap, student/instructor dynamic, swearing, and, as always, a hefty dose of emotional torment

WC: 3000+

This is Part 4 in the There Are Rules universe.

“Lieutenant!” Maverick calls after you as you storm out of the briefing room before anybody else can exit. You hear him pushing past the others as he follows you out the door. “Lieutenant!” he repeats, his voice echoing in the narrow passageway.

You quicken your pace, the curve of the steel walls blurring in your peripherals as you nearly sprint through the winding corridor.

“Y/N!” Maverick hollers over the persistent rattle of the ship. You keep your course without acknowledging him, but the hum of machinery drowns out Maverick’s footsteps and you don’t hear him running up behind you until it’s too late and he’s cutting you off before you can go any further. He stops so abruptly that you nearly crash into him. He releases a sharp breath, his lips pressed together tightly, and blocks your way when you try to move past. “Don’t take it personally,” he says.

“Fuck off,” you snap, trying to go around him.

Maverick holds his hand out to stop you and gives his head a slight shake. “If this is your idea of professionalism” –

You scoff indignantly. How dare he speak of professionalism after washing you out for no good reason. You’re the best pilot in the squadron – he’d admitted it himself – so his decision to keep you off the mission is personal. “Never would’ve pegged you for the spiteful type,” you say, trying to keep your voice level despite its underlying tremor.

Maverick’s gaze drifts as he looks stoically over your shoulder. He seems unfazed by your assessment or, at the very least, he hides it well. “This has nothing to do with our relationship,” he says, still not meeting your eye.

“What relationship?” you respond maliciously, reminding him that he had severed whatever connection the two of you shared weeks ago.

Maverick breathes out steadily and looks at you once more. “I can’t take you,” he says firmly. “Please don’t question my judgement.”

You let out a bitter chuckle and it reverberates in the passage, for a moment drowning out the rumble of the ship’s engines. “Did Cyclone put you up to this?” you ask.

Maverick shakes his head sternly. “This was my decision.”

You grit your teeth to keep your mouth from trembling. You’re so offended that Maverick has excluded you from the operation, it hardly matters why he chose to do it. All that matters is that Maverick keeps hurting you. And all you want to do is hurt him back. “Let me pass,” you hiss, trying again to force your way through.

Maverick takes a hold of your arms to keep you in place. “Don’t do this,” he says, an edge to his tone despite the composure on his face.

“Do what?” you yell, fighting his firm grasp.

“You’re acting irrationally,” Maverick says in a low voice.

“Oh, am I?” you respond scathingly.

“We can discuss this in a mature, professional manner,” he urges.

You blink at him, stunned at his choice of words. “Are you saying I’m immature?”

He shakes his head solemnly. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“That’s the word you used” –

“Just listen to me, for god’s sake!” he growls, his volume rising threateningly. But you’re only pleased to witness the dissolution of his self-control. After all, you can’t be the only one here who feels something.

“I am listening!” you retort. “You’re professional and I’m not. You’re mature and I’m” –

“Why are you starting a fight?”

“I didn’t start this!” you shout, finally freeing yourself of his grip.

You push past him angrily, but he doesn’t let you get far before roaring, “YOU’RE A LOOSE CANNON!”

You freeze, silent for a second as you process this appraisal.

“If I can’t trust you down here, how am I supposed to trust you up there?” he yells.

You turn slowly to look at him, meeting his turbulent gaze. “You don’t trust me?” you ask quietly, your words barely audible amidst the clatter of the ship.

Maverick’s features contort apologetically, as though he immediately regrets his words. He sighs despairingly, his eyes glistening in the low, fluorescent lights as he squares his jaw. “I can’t get you to cooperate,” he says regretfully. “I don’t know how.”

You stare at him in disbelief.

“You’re a hell of a pilot,” he continues. “But, unfortunately, that’s not enough.”

You suck in your cheeks and bite into them aggressively, trying your best not to cry.

“I can’t have you ignoring my orders up there because you think you know better” –

“I would never –” you start, but he cuts you off.

“You have not demonstrated evidence to the contrary,” he says decisively.

“Maybe not during training, but on a mission” –

Maverick shakes his head. “I told you, Lieutenant: we train like we fight. So that, when we fight, we can come back alive. Ignoring instructions during training may have created bad habits that I don’t want to creep up on us in combat.”

“So, this is punishment?”

“No,” Maverick says quietly. “This is a lesson.”

You let out a disdainful sigh. “What’s the difference?”

Maverick takes a step toward you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says.

You back away. “And yet, here we are.”

Maverick watches you levelly, having nearly regained all his composure. “I don’t want to leave this unresolved.”

You consider his request. In just a few hours, he will be leaving for a mission from which he may never return. And yet, your resentment gets the best of you anyhow. “You know that I would never jeopardize this mission,” you say through gritted teeth. “You know that your reason for leaving me behind is bullshit!”

Maverick nods solemnly. “You’re entitled to that opinion.”

You clench your jaw. “Don’t patronize me.”

Maverick doesn’t say much after this point, and you’re too distraught to carry on the conversation all on your own. Within minutes, other officers begin to round the corner as they make their way back to the living quarters and you join the procession mutely, giving Maverick one last, wounded glance.

…

You’re on deck when Maverick and his crew prepare for takeoff as your own fighter is on standby alert. He watches you solemnly as you wish your fellow aviators a successful mission and, when he approaches you, his eyebrows lifted inward worriedly, you’re suddenly overwhelmed with anguish at the thought of losing him for good.

He holds out his hand to you, but you don’t take it. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck, shutting your eyes tightly when you feel his hands close around your back. “Fly safe, Captain,” you mutter, and you feel his head move up and down in a nod against your neck. When your eyes flutter open, you notice that Cyclone – who’d been watching your interaction from the sidelines – has turned away with a sour expression.

It takes every ounce of your self-control to keep from kissing him as you pull away from the embrace. And, when you catch Maverick’s miserable expression, you gather that he’s fighting the same impulse. He squeezes your hand discreetly before backing away with a grim expression. “We’ll see you soon,” he assures you.

…

“Requesting clearance for takeoff, sir,” you say tensely, interrupting the chaotic feed in your headset.

“Denied,” you hear Cyclone’s rigid response.

“But, sir –” you start when Cyclone interjects.

“I said no, Lieutenant.”

You throw your head back into your seat in frustration. Your heart is hammering so insistently that you feel its pulse in the tips of every one of your fingers. You’ve been trained to keep your emotions in check when faced with stressful situations. You’ve been taught to manage anxiety and overcome fear. But this? No amount of simulation exercises could have possibly prepared you for an event like this.

Maverick’s plane has been shot down and Cyclone has made the difficult decision of leaving him behind, despite the very real chance that he may still be alive. Rationally speaking, you understand that going back for Maverick isn’t worth the unnecessary risk of additional casualties. But, as is to be expected in such unprecedented circumstances, you’re noticing a rapid deterioration of your own logical reasoning skills to the point where you contemplate ignoring orders, taxiing to the runway, and taking off without pre-flight checks. Just when you’re about to release the parking brake, however, the ground crew cuts your engine. You glance down to see them signaling for you to exit the aircraft. “Admiral Simpson, what is happening?” you ask in a panic. “Why were my engines shut off?”

“You’ve been grounded, Lieutenant,” is his response. “Please report to mission control.”

The thought that Cyclone might be omitting information about Maverick and taking you off the deck in order to share it in private is causing you to stagger as you climb out of the cockpit. You’re so nauseated that you feel like you might faint before reaching the ground.

You remove your helmet at a run, skirting the maintenance personnel on the flight deck to reach the first stairwell. You barrel down the stairs and through a passageway toward the center of the carrier. Then down another flight of stairs, and then another. It feels like a lifetime has passed before you finally reach the Combat Information Center.

“Is he okay?” you cry, bursting through the door.

Cyclone turns to look at you with barely concealed irritation. He doesn’t appear impressed with your conduct.

You clear your throat and salute your superior. Then, you try again. “Where is he, sir?”

Cyclone tightens his mouth sternly before looking back to the screen behind him. “We don’t know,” he responds.

“What?” you screech, forgetting protocol yet again. This time, however, Cyclone doesn’t even flinch at your tone. “Why am I here then?” you ask, adding, “Sir,” as an afterthought.

“You’re here because I’m not losing another pilot to insubordination,” he replies without so much as looking in your direction.

“Another pilot?”

Cyclone grimaces. “Maverick pulled a stunt.”

“A stunt, sir?”

“They missed the target,” Cyclone states. “Their time was up, I ordered them to return.”

Your heart sinks. “He went back.”

“He took it out,” Cyclone says with a hint of respect. “Just before he was shot down.”

There’s a somber stillness in the room which tells you that there isn’t a soul here that thinks Maverick could have survived. You feel yourself start to shake, the hope that you were clinging to extinguished as the words shot down begin to finally sink in. Meanwhile, you’re stranded in the depths of the carrier, watching helplessly as the tactical team continues strategizing with their commanding officer on how best to bring the rest of their pilots home.

You lean your back into the wall, trying to steady your breathing, not sure how you’re still standing at all. You notice Cyclone’s occasional glances in your direction but you pay him little attention; in fact, you’re doing a fine job of tuning everyone out, until someone’s surprised tone of voice peaks your interest.

“Sir.” One of the operators points at the radar screen. You and everybody else look up at the blip moving swiftly in the direction of the carrier.

“Is that…” Cyclone leans over the operator’s chair. “One of ours?”

“Comms are down, sir,” the operator responds. “But it’s a Hornet.”

"How the hell?" Cyclone straightens his back in awe. He looks over his shoulder at you with a mildly amused expression. “It’s his tail code,” he says, holding your gaze significantly.

Before he can say anything else, you’re out the door, hurtling back up the stairs. You’re blocked, however, by med crews as they flock to the flight deck. By the time you arrive, the crowd surrounding the returned aviator is so large that you can’t get through. But it doesn’t matter. Because he’s alive. Maverick is alive.

…

Half an hour later, you rush into the officer’s locker room to find a shirtless Maverick grabbing a t-shirt out of his locker. He whips his head around when he hears you enter and lowers his arms slowly as you approach.

He glances over your shoulder anxiously. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says.

Although this isn’t the greeting you had in mind, you gaze at him affectionately, nonetheless, still in shock that he’s made it back. That you were so close to losing him forever and yet, here he stands before you, alive and relatively unscathed.

“Y/N,” he warns as you draw nearer.

But you barely hear him. Or, rather, you ignore his words. Perhaps he’s been right all along about your reluctance to comply with authority.

Maverick opens his mouth as if to speak again but, the closer you get, the more powerless he appears in your presence. And before he can say anything else, you throw your arms around him, burying your face into his neck.

Immediately, he’s hugging you back. He holds you firmly, as though he knows just how much you need to feel him after the fear of never being able to touch him again. You collapse into his embrace entirely, until all your limbs are so weak, he’s practically holding you upright. You’re crying and kissing his neck, and his chest heaves as you fall apart in his arms. “Sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear before pressing a burning kiss on your cheekbone. “You can’t be here.”

You compress yourself against him, completely disregarding everything that followed the word Sweetheart. Maverick’s biceps contract as he hugs you even tighter than before, his rapid breaths washing over the top of your head. You lift your face to glance up at him from the snug embrace and he lowers his head to rest on yours. He closes his eyes when your hand starts to move softly down his bare, upper body. “Just a little longer,” you breathe.

He nods against your forehead, bringing a hand up to rest over yours on his chest. His fingers curl around yours and he lifts your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingertips gently. “I owe you an apology,” he says in an uneven tone.

Slowly and very reluctantly, you detach yourself from him. “No.” You shake your head. “You don’t.”

“Trust me,” he says, his gaze dropping. “I do.”

It’s the hard set of his jaw that makes you uneasy at first. And then, when he looks back up at you, the grief in his swimming eyes alarms you further. “What is it?” you ask, not entirely certain you can handle the answer.

Maverick exhales resolutely and turns away to grab his duffel bag out of the locker. The muscles in his back shift when he bends to set it down on the bench. “I applied for a transfer,” he says.

You stare at the back of his head, paralyzed. Confused. Feeling like you might be sick. “What?” you breathe. “Why?”

Maverick straightens out and gives you a somber look. “Because,” he says. “I’m letting my feelings for you cloud my judgement.”

“What are you talking about?” you exclaim. “You didn’t take me on the mission! Despite knowing that I’d get mad. You were right; I’m impulsive and unpredictable and –” you stop short when Maverick shakes his head.

“That’s not why I didn’t take you,” he says with a hint of regret in his tone.

You watch him drag a tired hand over his face. “It wasn’t because you don’t trust me?” you say quietly.

“No,” he admits. “It’s because I don’t trust myself.”

You furrow your eyebrows, wanting more than anything to know exactly what Maverick is thinking. What Maverick is feeling.

He meets your gaze hesitantly. “I couldn’t trust myself to prioritize the mission objective over your safety.” He shakes his head, letting out a tortured sigh. “I couldn’t do it,” he whispers desperately. He releases an uneven breath and shifts his jaw to keep it from trembling. “I can’t fly with you.”

You watch the man who so rarely demonstrates emotion crumble under the gravity of his own words. But the show is fleeting. Abruptly, he wipes his brow in frustration and presses his lips together tightly, squaring his shoulders after having dropped them in despair. You can tell that he’s made up his mind and, despite it being an obviously valid decision considering the situation, you’re hurt that he’s done so without consulting you. “So, you’re just leaving?” you say, stunned.

“I have to,” he responds, finally pulling his shirt over his head.

You stare at him as he packs up his uniform and puts his gear into the locker. You want to tell him that he can’t leave; he can’t because you can’t stand the idea of him leaving. But he’s already resumed his stoic expression, so you can’t possibly tell him that you’re in love with him now. “That’s some bullshit,” you comment resentfully.

He pulls his duffel bag over his shoulder and glances over your face as he straightens his posture. “Lieutenant,” he says. “You’re still not listening to me.”

You grit your teeth in anger. “Luckily, it won’t be a problem for very much longer,” you reply coolly.

He nods, then he steps over the bench to head for the door.

You glance after him, barely able to hold back your tears. “How could you?” you yell, no longer capable of keeping it together.

Maverick turns back in alarm. He drops his bag and, in two wide strides he’s standing right before you with a severe expression on his face. “Are you kidding me?” he hisses. “Why are you screaming?” He looks over his shoulder to ensure that the door is still closed.

You scoff. Of all things, he chooses to dwell on your momentary lapse in self-control. “Stop pretending like this means nothing to you,” you spit out angrily.

His eyes widen and his eyebrows converge. “That’s the impression you got from I can’t perform my duty if it means putting your life in danger?”

You open your mouth to say something, but his words have rendered you temporarily speechless. Finally, you remind him, “Putting my life on the line is my job.”

Maverick sets his jaw. “Precisely.”

“So, you’re going to run away because it’s a challenge?”

“It’s not just a challenge, Y/N,” he says. “It’s not possible. This was never going to work! Perhaps under different circumstances…” he sighs miserably. “We knew that!”

You let out a strangled breath. “I didn’t.”

His eyes search yours as though he can’t believe you haven’t come to the same conclusion. “Not only is it completely out of line for me to pursue a relationship with a lieutenant in my own squadron, but we also keep glossing over the fact that you are half my age! How could this have possibly gone anywhere?”

You feel the trembling of your bottom lip and bite into it forcefully, closing your eyes. “Please don’t go,” you whisper. “I… I –” I love you, is what you ought to say. But, instead, you utter, “I’ll stop disobeying orders.”

“That’s not what this is about” –

“I won’t question you,” you continue, opening your eyes. “I won’t seek you out. It’ll be just like before. A strictly professional relationship, nothing more. Just please don’t go.”

“It won’t change how I feel” –

“It will,” you assure him. “It will… in time. You’ll see. We can do this. You don’t have to go.”

Maverick watches you skeptically so you extend your hand to him to formally shake on it. His gaze sweeps over your features and the heartache is apparent in his eyes. “I can’t,” he says, but you can sense the hesitation in his words.

“You’re Maverick Mitchell,” you say, trying to sound casual while your heart hammers with dread. “Of course, you can.”

Maverick’s mouth twitches upward slightly, although his eyes still watch you sadly. Finally, he places his hand in yours. His grip isn’t nearly as firm as you’d expect; in fact, he’s barely touching you. “For the record,” he says, “I think this is a terrible idea.”

You let out a nervous chuckle when you glimpse the faint smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “How hard can it be, Captain?” you say lightly.

He glances at you pointedly, then responds cheekily, “It can be very hard, Lieutenant.”

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[thewulf]

Downright Gorgeous || Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Summary: Request - Hi! Can you write a request about ‘86 Maverick where they’re like at the club or something and some other pilot tries to flirt with the reader and that makes the reader feel anxious and nervous, so when Maverick sees this, he gets all mad at the other pilot and protective over the reader and he defends her. Just something angsty and fluffy:) I’d totally understand if you don’t want to write it

A/N: Who doesn't love a good Top Gun 1986 Mav! He's so precious.

Pairing: Young Pete "Maverick"Mitchell x Y/N

Word Count: 3,400+

You’d known Pete for almost as long as your brother, Nick, had. He’d only beaten you by a few days. You were a Naval nurse that always seemed to be stationed close to your brother. The first time you met Pete was when he got sucker punched in the face by a rather handsome man in Tom Kazansky. He went running to medical and you were his nurse. He was enamored with you quickly, especially learning that you were Goose’s sister, twin sister at that.

After years of playful flirting and happen chances you were moved to Miramar right after your brother and Pete were shipped off. Curious it was. You missed him, truly, so it was a little exciting to get the call. The two of you were literally attached at the hip growing up, being twins and all. This was the loneliest time in your life, you’d be amiss to say you were jealous he’d found a replacement for you so quickly after he left for flight school. Those couple years between school and deployments were your least favorite as the two of you barely saw each other.

You were captured in that Mitchell charm rather quickly that first time you met him. It took you a moment to piece together that he was your brothers new friend. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was handsome as hell, even if he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d normally go after.

You knew you could look but couldn’t touch. Not with Nick’s best friend. He’d skin your ass alive, and you knew that. That didn’t stop you from forming a massive crush on him as you got to know him more throughout the years though. The two of you shamelessly danced around what could be on a daily basis. Nick knew there was probably something more there. Even if he tried to deny the connection the two of you had. He’d only be able to stop it for so long. But he’d keep trying for his sake. He knew as soon as Pete committed to somebody the time he got with his best friend would dwindle quickly. But, if Pete was going to get with somebody he’d be thrilled for it to be you.

You’d just gotten into Miramar and settled in when your brother invited you out to The Hard Deck for some drinks. He promised it wouldn’t get too rowdy knowing you were much more of a homebody rather than a party goer these days. When Nick casually mentioned that Pete would be coming with him you quickly agreed. Nick wasn’t stupid. He knew all about your silly little crush on his best friend. He could get you to go almost anywhere if Pete would be going. He then turned around and convinced Pete to go by mentioning that you agreed if he’d be there. Little did Nick know he was playing mini matchmaker as the two of you got closer and closer with each little activity he’d planned.

When you walked through the front door of the Hard Deck, after putting some effort into the way you looked because… Pete, your attention was drawn to the bar where your brother and Pete were already sitting, “Well I’ll be damned. Y/N Bradshaw out at a bar. A sight rarely seen.” He stood offering his seat to you as the bar had already filled out earlier on in the night than you’d expect. You’d be lying if you said you thought far too much of the little interaction. He was just being kind. You were his best friends twin sister after all. Nothing more, no matter how much you wished it differently.

You rolled your eyes punching him in the shoulder, “Keep that up and I’ll high tail it right out of here Mitchell.”

He winked leaning on your barstool rather than Nick’s, “Love that mouth on you Bradshaw.”

“Jesus, I’m sitting right here.” Nick sighed rolling his eyes at the two of you. Seemingly realizing the two of you were closer than ever at actually going for it. He’d seen Pete lay it on thick before, but this was something else.

Pete flicked his eyes over to his friend, “Wish you weren’t.” That got a laugh out of you. He was so fucking smooth when he wanted to be. Nick simply flipped him off before muttering something, grabbing his beer, and heading to the other side of the bar.

“Can’t believe that worked.” You laughed while flagging down the bartender to order your drink.

Pete smiled at you, taking in your appearance. You hadn’t a clue the massive crush he too harbored on you. Nick didn’t know for sure, but he thought he knew it was deeper than he was making it out to be. Pete wasn’t shy about making comments. He was always careful not to cross a line. But lately things were changing for the two of you. He was utterly pulled to you. Wanting to be around you at nearly every turn. Like two magnets drawn to one another.

“You should know by now Goose does what I ask him to.” He raised his eyebrows studying your face for your reaction.

“Does he now?” You asked leaning back after thanking the bartender for your pale ale.

Pete nodded slowly grinning right at you.

“Won’t be the same case for me. But you know that.” Not having a clue where the outwardly confidence was coming from you took a sip of your own beer eyeing him curiously.

Laughing, he nodded his head in agreement, “Trust me pretty, I do.” Pete smirked seeing the inevitable blush that started forming on your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time he’d used that name on you, but damn did it make your heart race. You wanted nothing more than to have him think you were pretty.

You decided to push it tonight because why not? Pete always pushed it, maybe it was your turn, “Pretty?” You asked leaning forward towards him, utterly interested as to what he had to say to that.

Pete raked his eyes up and down you sitting frame slowly, so slowly, “Downright gorgeous if I’m honest.” He nodded agreeing with himself.

“I don’t think Nick would like you saying that.” You could’ve sworn your heart stopped at the way he smiled at you. Like nothing you’d ever seen before with him.

“Goose isn’t around. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He leaned forward staring right at your lips. He surely wasn’t afraid to hide his desires. Desires you wished the two of you could act upon.

Before anything further could go on Pete was pulled into another conversation to his side, literally. A hand grabbed him and pulled him. You heard the groan as he turned back to you, “Be right back pretty. Iceman here needs some help.” He winked at you before receiving a clap to the back of the head earning a snicker from you.

It wasn’t five seconds later another person tried and succeeded in sitting at Pete’s spot, “I’m sorry, that spots taken.” You spoke not looking over. Truth be told you hated confrontation more than anything.

“Well, I’d argue it’s not.” A male voice spoke. You rolled your eyes finally looking over at him. ‘Course he was a pilot in those pretty white Navy uniforms you loved so dearly. He would’ve been handsome had he not opened up that ugly mouth of his.

“My friend is just using the restroom. He’ll be right back.” You looked around for Pete after losing him in the crowd to his pilot buddies. Your brother was long lost to the crowd as well. You’d just have to deal with the pig on your own.

“I’ll hold his spot until he’s back then, beautiful.” That got you to look at the sleezy man once again. He just wasn’t getting your hint.

This right here was why you avoided places like these. You peaked around once more feeling defeated not spotting any familiar faces in the crowd, “I’d rather you not.”

He laughed, a gross sound compared to Pete’s casual one, “Playing hard to get is adorable hun.” He cooed, mocking you. Surely a man who rarely got rejected. Maybe you should just get up and give up the spot. It wasn’t worth it at this point. This douchebag was being relentless, and he wouldn’t stop, you knew that.

Your frustration was evident on your face, he clearly wasn’t picking that up, “Please, just go, my boyfriend will be right back.”

He laughed that nasty laugh, throwing his head back, “Oh he’s your boyfriend now? Was just your friend a moment ago.” He leaned forward placing a hand on your knee. You jerked it back quickly without much of a second thought while sending him a nasty glare.

“Don’t touch me.” It didn’t sound as menacing as you’d have hoped. A shaky sounding voice exited as you’d prayed somebody would come and save you. The dude clearly didn’t have any boundaries.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He cooed at you again with that stupid smile creeping up all over again.

Lucky for you Pete had seen the interaction as he was keeping an eye on you. The dude seemed harmless at first until he laid a hand on you. Disgust crossing your face let him know you weren’t comfortable in the slightest. He had to do something. You were his best friends sister.

Before you could respond Pete did for you, “Get the hell out of my seat. The fuck is wrong with you?” Pete nearly growled. A sight you had yet to see from the man. It made you feel weirdly attracted to him at that very moment, a protective nature unfolding before you.

The man smirked while getting up from the seat, “The friend boyfriend I presume.” Shooting you a wink he turned back to Pete.

Pete shook his head, “Fuck off Lieutenant.” You saw the man glance at Pete’s status on his uniform indicating his recent promotion to Captain. There was something. The man rolled his eyes this time before walking away leaving you with an enraged Pete.

He turned to you looking you over. His expression softened seeing your irritated gaze, “Are you alright Y/N?” He asked looking you over, afraid of what the answer could be.

“I’m fine.” You looked away from him quickly feeling almost embarrassed at how quickly the entire thing escalated.

He sat down looking at you skeptically, “Are you sure?”

You nodded finding his concern more than endearing, “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound like it Bradshaw. The woman I know is usually a lot more decisive.” He pressed wanting to make sure you actually were fine. As much as you tried to deny it or wanted to hide it Pete knew you. He knew what your ticks were and handsy men were certainly one of them.

Closing your eyes, sighing, then taking a sip of your beer you thought for a moment, “I’m okay. You got here just in time. I just…” You paused not sure where you were going with it, “Never mind.” You spoke softly in frustration with yourself. Why was being real and vulnerable with him seeming so impossible? He’d been nothing but patient and kind with you, why were you having a hard time returning the favor? Digging down into the next layer seemed so scary, you’d never let anybody do it before. Maybe, just maybe, you were terrified to take the next step with somebody. Let alone your fucking brothers best friend.

Pete shook his head terribly unsatisfied at that answer, “No say it pretty girl. Stop hiding from me. It’s just you and me here, nobody is listening in.” He could see your eyes nervously trailing the bar. Like you were planning your escape. God, he really did know you and your mind because that’s exactly what you were planning, the great escape.

You gulped down a few drinks of the cold beer trying to find the nerve before continuing, “I just wish men would listen. I told him no five times and he wouldn’t take the damn hint Pete. It’s not the first time either. Seems like every time I come to one of these stupid bars this type of shit happens.” You sighed setting the coaster you were playing with in your hands down, “That’s why I hate coming out. It happens more often than not.” You admitted to him. Slowly you looked over to him, afraid of the reaction you would get from him. So often you’d get dismissed, your concerns tossed aside. It’s truly why you just stayed home. It was easier to avoid the situation entirely rather than get victim blamed for whatever action the man of the day decided to do.

You watched him process your words though. Really listen. A brief flash of hope surged through your body as he seemed to be the first male, other than your brother, who actually listened to you, “I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to worry about that. I’m sorry we are like that…” This time he paused looking away from you, trying to find his words. Because this wasn’t easy for him either. He was Pete, the playboy. The guy who flirted with anything that moved. The guy who could get whatever he wanted. But with you? You made him feel special. You filled a void he’d been searching for. He was convinced that was why he was the way he was. He was searching for that something that he could never seem to find. Then he found you. But you were off limits. So, he doubled down and tried to find something just like you, or better. But that was a pipe dream, he knew it. Nobody was like you. Nobody could compliment him as well as you did. Nobody seemed to come even remotely close to challenging him like you did. You were quick, witty, charismatic, everything he was looking for in a partner.

You nodded listening to him. Before you could respond though he continued, “I won’t lie to you Bradshaw, I was one of those guys. Been one of those guys. Thought it was charming or some shit like that. But you’ve opened my eyes to it. A lot of these guys think they know better, they’ll never listen. They’re asshole pilots.”

You laughed at that, feeling a small weight being lifted off your shoulders. Pete was digging with you, willing to get deeper than either of you had before, “Like you? An asshole pilot?” You joked with him, wanting to lift the mood just a bit.

He pushed your side lightly, loving the banter between the two of you. That’s how he knew you really were okay. Or that you’d be okay. He’d make sure of it, that was for damn sure, “Oh pretty.” He tossed back the last bit of beer from his glass, snickering after he gulped it down, “You’re sitting with the biggest asshole pilot out here.”

You laughed at that comment, “For some reason, I don’t have a doubt in my mind at all.”

He grinned enjoying seeing you with a smile on your face once more. He adored that smile of yours, “Only in the air though.”

You pushed his side in return, “Now I know you’re lying.” You shot him a wink loving the reactions you were able to stir out of him.

“You’re nothing but trouble Bradshaw.” His laugh was infectious. You couldn’t help but to join in giggling with him. There was something about him that just made you feel so utterly like yourself, perfectly content.

Feeling overly confident you answered him, “I don’t think you’d have it any other way. I get the feeling you like it.”

He nodded, a growing smile on his face, “I do. You know what else I like?” He looked you over again, letting you know just how pretty he thought you really were with that smirk washing over his face.

You cocked your head to the side wondering where he was going with this, “What’s that?”

He grinned loving every second of this, “You, I like you Y/N.”

You were sure your cheeks were as red as a damn tomato, sure of it. Your heart picked up to a rapid-fire speed as you processed what he said to you, “You… what?” Was all your brain could think to spit out at that comment.

His smile only grew seeing you work through it knowing he had completely thrown you off your game. He loved doing that to you. The overthinker you were surely didn’t account for this though, “I like you. Isn’t it obvious Bradshaw? I call you pretty, flirt with you all the time, annoy your brother to death about you.”

The blush on your cheeks surely darkened at that, “You do? He’s never said anything.”

Pete nodded, “Don’t think he’s actively trying to hook his best friend and sister up.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” You laughed realizing how ludicrous it really did sound. Was this actually happening? He actually liked you?

When you went silent for a moment and got that far off stare he knew he needed to speak up, “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours Y/N.” He took your hand in his, a bold move. One he’d been dying to do for quite some time. Between the alcohol and the confession and your obviously good reaction to it all had him feeling a little bit more daring with you than he’d normally would have been.

“You like me?” You turned to him with a look of confusion on your face.

He nodded quickly, “I thought I made it pretty obvious.”

“You probably did. I’m just clueless sometimes.” You smiled relishing in the feeling of Pete holding your hand in his much larger ones.

“You don’t say.” He gave your hand a squeeze letting you take your time. Not forcing you into any sort of confession.

But you wanted to give him one, because damn did he make you feel all sorts of things, “I like you too. You know that?”

This time it was his turn to have that shocked expression cross his face, “You do?”

“A lot.” You nodded your head at him, “More than I probably should.”

He leaned in a little closer now, closer than he’d been before, “I’d argue against that Bradshaw.” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face he took you in at a distance much closer than he’d normally seen you. Breathtakingly beautiful, that was his conclusion.

“At the bar? Really guys?” Your brothers annoying as hell voice broke the concentration the two of you had on one another. Pete rolled his eyes while you turned away in embarrassment.

Pete sighed before flipping his eyes to his RIO, "Goose! Really man?” Pete threw him a nasty look before pulling away from you.

“That’s my sister.” He shot him an equally as nasty look with his arms crossed over his chest. If your face wasn’t as red as a damn tomato from the confession it surely was from getting caught by your brother.

“Adult sister who can make her own decisions.” You coughed making sure to insert yourself between the bickering boys.

Nick only flipped you off. Pete gave you a high five loving how you could get under your brothers skin just as deep as he could. He was convinced the two of you were made for each other.

Nick scrunched his nose getting that defeated look across his face, “I don’t condone this.” He pointed at the both of you.

“But?” You interjected knowing he had more to say. Nick always had something more to say.

“I can’t stop it either.” He shook his head before looking right at Pete, “Maverick I swear to God if you hurt her in any way… I’ll beat the living shit out of you.”

Pete smiled knowing that was a valid threat, “I wouldn’t expect anything less Goose. Trust me though, I think it’s her you have to worry about. She’s going to break my heart.” Pete shot you one last wink before grabbing your hand in his. Letting Nick know just how serious he was planning to take this one. You weren’t like his flings of the past. You were different. You were you. He was waiting on you and here you are. Ready to start this life with him, one step at a time.

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[minmimi2]

don't hit me / Maverick

˚♡⋆｡ pairing: maverick x reader

˚♡⋆｡warnings: age gap, creepy guy, mentions of harrasment.

˚♡⋆｡summary: you and mav are out on a casual night at the bar, and while you consider acting on your feelings, the presence of a creepy random man interferes and throws you off, so maverick comes with a plan to scare him away you couldn't resist. 1.0k

i made this based on the scene in mission impossible 4 :D

going feral for this man

You and mav had a weird relationship dynamic, most of the time it was friendly, at least 95% of the time, but the remaining 5% was somewhere… flirty, back and forth, it happens every so often and if you didn’t pay enough attention you may even missed it, he was so subtle and smooth with the little things and details, like brushing your hands together or moving his seat closer to yours, paying attention to the silly stories you tell him and laughing at every joke, those things that made your heart sink inside your chest. Over time you’ve had grown more conscious of this, and it only got better, he felt like the kind of person you could talk about anything with, and you were always around a sense of comfort whenever he was in the room, of course the were minor details in between you two, a little bit of an age gap, and the ranks and bla bla, minor details, but also major enough to not let you act on your feelings.

and just like the other nights this one was not different, everybody else had already headed back home and you two were left sitting on the bar, each with a drink almost forgotten sitting at the counter, seemed like it was too early to call it a night yet, and the conversation between you two went as fluent as usual, so why not continue a little longer? His company was enough reason for you to stay.

well...except, they might be something different about tonight, there was this guy, sitting at the opposite side of the bar in a little table for two, you’ve seen him around earlier back when everyone was here, just that he was sitting in a far away table near the entrance, nothing seemed off at first, he was just some random guy enjoying his evening, or so you thought, but the constant feeling of his eyes on you across the room was weirding you out, even more when you catch him by the corner of your eye getting up from his table, with a beer in his hand, leaving it on the counter as he now sat across you on the other side of the counter. Mav seemed to notice your discomfort as he followed your eyes and landed them on the man’s figure, quickly catching his intentions, staring for a few extra seconds directly into his eyes so he knows you’re not to be messed and better left alone if he didn’t wanna end his night with a bruised eye.

he tried to distract you out off it with some chat, and it was really working, Mav was taking a quick sip of his drink as he listened to the story of something that took place once during your training days, “and then Phoenix slammed the cake right on Hangman’s head, it was hilarious you’ve should've seen his face” you laughed at the same time you softly swifted mav’s arm making him giggle, “we all called him cakeman for a week” what a great memory, a sincere smile appeared on your face at the sight of Maverick’s small laugh.

he gently placed his hand on the counter as he squinted his eyes while finishing his chuckle, leaving it centimeters away from yours, if you just moved your hand a little bit you could reach him, your fingers tingling at the eagerness to make a move, but soon enough your thoughts were interrupted when your ears catched the sound of a bottle being settle a little to hard against the wood, your head moved following the noise, the guy from before had left his seat and was now standing not taking his eyes from your body, going up and down, a feeling of disgust came down your throat. He started his pace slowly, walking over to some empty boots on his right centered at the middle of the bar, and he sat down again, detail to mention he was now closer to you.

a subtle touch on your inmovile hand against the counter made you jump a bit in your seat, returning your attention to the man in front of you, his face showed somewhere in between worry and calm at the same time, he leaned closer and whispered not far from your face “don’t hit me” but before you could ask he carefully grabbed your cheeks to pull you in for a light kiss, and pressing again for another one, slowly opening his mouth and yours in the process, softly moving his lips on yours, leaving a trace of sweet scent over, your lips responded almost automatically, like you knew the path by heart, delicately pulling your hands up into his neck, pulling him closer while he breathed into the kiss. And when he pulled apart and you lost contact of him, it took you a second to re-open your eyes to face him, incredulous of what just happened, Mav’s eyes lingered to yours and for a fraction of a second they moved to somewhere behind you, but quickly came back to you, “he’s gone” you were about to ask who, submerged enough into the moment to forget about the creepy guy, but then it clicked, as you moved your head to catch his figure exiting the door, your voice trembled a little bit when you tried to speak “that’s good” murmured and nodded a couple of times, and he mimicked your action “yeah” mav breathed out “yeah” you repeated, voice getting lower, “yeah” he whispered again, with his dense breathing, his gorgeous doe green eyes were fully staring at nothing but you, up to your eyes and down to your lips a few times, licking his own in the action, seemed like you both had the same idea because in no time the two of you were almost jumping at each other again, one hand on his neck and the other one grabbing a handful of his jacket, while he placed bot his hands on the sides of your face, this kiss was a littler faster but just as amazing as the first one, so fuck the friendship, fuck the age gap, fuck the ranks, fuck everything, the feeling of his lips on yours was all you needed, and now you were sure you wanted to this again, again and again.

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[jaidens]

Young Maverick Mitchell x reader fic where he falls in love with the admiral's daughter but they're forced to break up. They secretly get back together on the end

i'm the one on the phone as you whisper "do you know how much I miss you?"

pairing [s] : pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : hookups, kissing |

a/n [s] : ty the request! [requests are open]

The young Pete Mitchell was known for his rebellious ego and his daring maneuvers in the cockpit of his F-14. However, his most daring adventure was going to be on the solid ground of the Earth. With his ideals, he would take a challenge if it would kill him in the end, but he lived through the adrenaline.

He had met her at the military gala of 1986. They locked eyes across the marble floors. Pete was in his best whites, pressed and pins showing his absolute elegance across his chest. You're absolutely beautiful and Maverick’s fiery eyes pull you in deliciously. He was like a magnet and you were the opposite pole, and he was stuck to you.

You and his relationship were hidden from the public view, only blossoming behind closed doors and small closets around the base. Admiral Williams, Y/N’s father and Mavericks superior, shadowed over the relationship unknowingly. You had been told that dating a pilot was a dangerous business, and his anger would be if he found out you had been with one.

One day, the secret was out.

It was nine in the morning, the sun was pooling through the windows and into your room. Pete is laying in your bed, naked and sun-kissed. You're wrapped up in the sheets with him, tucked into his arms. You hate the sun in the morning for waking you up from the feeling of him.

“Oh, shit!” You jump up, grabbing your underwear from the ground and your clothes. While you're tugging them on, you hear a knock and a cough. Pete is utterly confused, one eyebrow raised as he wakes up from the events before. “Pete! Get up! My dad is coming over today, in like.. now!”

That gets him up and rising, trying to pull his jeans on and close the belt as he trips while shoving his legs in. Pete is trying to fix his hair while it's crazy, spikey on the top. In a second, your father is standing in the doorway as he opens his mouth, he shuts it. Pete turns his head at you, gives you a small ‘I’m sorry’ smile, then to his superior.

“Dad, listen, I can expla—” You say, holding your hands up. Your father shakes his head and holds his hand up.

“No, Y/N, go down stairs honey. Maverick, get dressed and I'll see you down there.” His words feel like a dangerous poison, and the venom seeps into your veins as you shamefully walk downstairs. You're young, eighteen years old, and still growing up. Pete is the same age, having just joined the Navy a year ago. The playing around is almost customary for two young adults still trying to find themselves. Hopefully your dad will understand that.

As you sit downstairs in a fluffy blanket pulled up your chest, flipping through the magazine that was on the coffee table. Your dad walks down stairs, rubbing a bent hand against his chin as he looks at you disappointedly. “Y/N, come here, sit at the bar.” You begrudgingly stand up and walk to the bar as your father makes breakfast. You're staring at the ground and he sets the food in front of you.

“Y/N. That boy is trouble. That's all he is. If you mess around with him, your reputation will get ruined.” Your father's words don't make it past your angst, as you chew into your food. “Are you listening to me?” Pete emerges from the stairwell, fully dressed with his bomber jacket on.

“Maverick. Sit down.” Your father's words aren't calmer than they were with you, they're angry. At either you, him, or most likely the both of you. “I don't care how long this has been going on. However, me and my daughters reputation will not be ruined by your behavior. I will see that you will stay away from her. I don't want to see you around the base, or even close to her.”

You go to retaliate but your father shushes you and Maverick looks down on embarrassment. “Which, means you will stop seeing my daughter. So, pack your stuff and leave, Maverick. I will see you tomorrow on base.” Your protests are ignored as Pete puts his boots on and starts walking towards the door, leaves the house, and shuts it close behind him.

You stand up and run after Maverick as you hear his bike rev up. “Pete!” You yell as you run out the door and for him. His head turned to yours, a small frown etched on his mouth. You make it to him and he wraps you in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Pete, I'm so sorry.” You're kissing him while he holds you. The kiss is different from the hundreds you've shared: it's long and you can't get enough of it.

“I have to go, don't you forget me.” Pete tells you, giving you a small kiss on the forehead before he revs up his bike one last time. “I love you, so much.” He says, kissing you before he rides away and leaves you.

You curse your father for making him leave, you curse your life, you curse everything.

You find him again.

You're sipping on a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple in the corner of the music hall. The live orchestra has your attention captured. Within a second, you see him talking with Goose and those bubbly feelings from when you were eighteen begin to appear. Suddenly, your feet are dragging you to the handsome pilot who drinks from a clear glass.

“Oh, Pete.” Is all you say as wrap yourself up in his arms. It's dangerous knowing your father is just on the other side of the room. But isn't that how it all started in the first place?

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[mqverick]

Walking On Air || chapter 9

Take me to bed or lose me forever, was what Carole said to Goose every time they were together, having fun. Maverick never really understood what she meant by it until he started having feelings for you. It was exactly how he felt about you; he needed to just fuck everything and everyone, every obstacle in the way, and take you with him before he could lose you to someone else — which ironically enough, had already happened.

Or so he thought, until the other night.

He had been so fixated on the fact that you were taken so deeply inside of him, that he believed he could never fully have you, that part of your mind would always stay true to Iceman, even if the miracle happened and you broke up with him.

Hearing the drunken words come out of your mouth, so rushed and so painfully angsty, got him hoping you might be getting lost in the same path he’d been since the day you spoke to him for the first time. Drunken words were — in fact — sober thoughts, after all. Not to mention that it was the — what, third? — time he almost got to kiss you. Maverick was not the one to pine after someone, he was used to the exact opposite effect, never having to chase anyone.

He liked having to chase after you, though. He liked to dream up flawless scenarios of you, desperately wanting them to come to life. He liked how much of a dopamine rush he got from those breathless conversations and moments with you. It was hard to resist the urge to keep his feelings buried, opting to play them off as a charismatic, casual flirt — because that was what he’d been used to. That was all he knew.

You liked the way he yearned for you as well. He just made you feel so irresistibly wanted and loved, even if his cockiness never really helped his pure feelings come to light. You were very aware of them though, you were in the same page as him, never mind the fact that for you, it happened as an accident. Sure, a little flirting never hurt anyone — but oh, he was holding your hand (and for some reason you found yourself struggling to breathe steadily.)

In the morning, you woke up wanting to beat yourself to death. You’d been mindless; consuming all that alcohol, getting yourself hammered and ignoring the consequences.

Goose’s words were bloody when he said that Maverick technically had every right to hit on others. Goose’s words teared your heartstrings in pieces and made you conscious of how you’d been accusing everyone else to be a jerk, when in reality, you’d been the only twat in the story.

Maverick probably hated you.

Tom would probably hate you, too.

You tried. Gave it your all — good point to chuckle — to make your relationship with him work, but every time you closed your eyes, your mind betrayed you, unable of getting a certain someone out of the picture. The worst thing was the fact that you didn’t even really care whether Tom would want to cut you off once he found out about the situation you’d been dealing with.

You were frightened of the scenario where Pete stopped caring about you, mostly because it was impossible to imagine. Therefore, you did your best to turn yourself invisible by making up a rushed excuse of being too hungover to properly function at Top Gun, opting to stay home.

Tom respected your decision, wishing you to get well soon as he gave you a sweet kiss goodbye.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you fell back on the couch with a plop. You felt as if hours had passed when a thud on the door startled you. You fumbled to get up, standing unblinking as you opened the door to see Maverick holding a paper bag with both of his hands as he fiddled the heel of his shoe around the floor while chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Heard Ice say you felt poorly and got you something,” he spoke lowly, reaching his hand out for you to take the item he held. Your lips parted in silent surprise as you hesitantly invited him in. “Look, I know you don’t want to see me, but you might as well say a word, because it’s getting sort of weird.”

“Maverick, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d bring you a little something to eat.”

You honestly despised the man. How did he still care about you after you you’d been unable to seal your mouth shut the night before, yammering about mistreating you (mind the irony), you didn’t know. Still, that did not constitute an obstacle for you to lunge forward and fling yourself into his arms, your head hitting against his chest as you encircled his waist tightly. You moved your head a little, stopping dead in your tracks as your ear picked up the sound of his heartbeat violently increasing.

He still had to reach for you, taken aback by your sudden affection and not being sure how to react. Maverick’s brain short-circuited, until everything finally clicked and he was holding you so close to his body, he thought he was squishing the life out of you — but he never heard you complain.

“I’m so sorry, Pete,” you whispered, muffled in the fabric of his shirt. You wanted to say more, apologize for being so ridiculously indecisive and not giving him the chance to move on, instead having him wait until you could grow a pair and end things with Tom, but the words died down in your throat when you felt his fingers tangle in your hair, his palm now cupping the back of your head. He knew you could hear his heartbeat and he also knew it was giving him away.

When you pulled away, your knees buckled and you almost melted into a puddle. His hands had somehow traveled down to your smaller ones, holding them delicately.

Take me to bed or lose me forever.

“It’s a grilled cheese, in case you were wondering, by the way,” Maverick blurted, looking over to the paper bag with the food you’d left on a counter.

“I love it.” I love you.

“I need to get going.”

“No,” you argued, grabbing his hand in yours the moment he reached for the door handle. “Stay here with me. I’m sure Viper’s more than happy that you’re not there to wreck the planes. Goose might be missing you, but he can cry about it to Carole when the day is over.”

Maverick let an amused chuckle escape from his lips as he wrapped his fingers around your wrists, gently rubbing on the skin with his thumbs.

“You want me to stay with you?” he asked in disbelief. It was adorable how flustered he was.

“I’m not repeating anything, Mitchell.”

With a little smirk and a smudge look on his face, he moved toward you, leaning in closer to your lips, which was a scenario you’d accepted, hadn’t he had a sudden change of heart and went for your forehead instead, pressing a long, warm kiss against it that made you shudder under his touch.

“You want me to stay with you,” he chimed, sounding more as if he was bragging to himself.

You tried to stifle a smile as you placed your ear over his drumming heartbeat, already forgetting you had the whole ‘sick from the booze’ act to keep up, but then again, when had you ever been able to hide what you really felt around Maverick?

“We can’t be here though,” you suddenly mouthed, the image of Tom unlocking the door to you and the man he hated snuggling comfortably up on the couch causing sweat to form on the back of your neck as you pushed Maverick away from you and fixed your fingers through your hair.

“Why not?” You gave him a knowing look that made him sigh. “We can’t hide forever, you know.”

Deciding to ignore his comment, you dragged him outside by the hand, nodding where he’d parked his motorcycle. “Cliff tops,” you silently explained and saw the corners of his lips turn upward as he helped you onto the seat.

It seemed to startle him when you wrapped your arms around his middle, laying your face against the fabric of the leather jacket that covered his back, turning his head ever so slightly to look at you with that charming Maverick smirk of his.

Your heart hammered against your chest as he began driving, hair flying carelessly through the wind, leaning further into him and clutching your intertwined hands firmly against his stomach.

Your brain felt as if it was fogged by the light fragrance he was wearing, head nuzzling on his shoulder now, lips moving dangerously close to his cheek. You let them carefully graze his skin, feeling him shudder — or was it just your mind playing tricks on you?

After having arrived at the tops, Maverick got off his motorcycle, lending you his hand to take as he helped you get off as well, shaky, nervous fingers testing the waters as he gently let them linger around yours, waiting for your hand to pull away. Instead, your knuckles tightened, grasp sinking into his, not daring to look up at him for capturing his reaction.

He sat next to you on the hill, so close that the warmth radiating from his outer thigh gave you goosebumps. You shifted just a little, so that your leg could be touching his, eyes darting down on your lap as you crossed your arms.

“It’s beautiful up here. I like how I can consider it our spot now,” you heard Maverick mutter.

“Our spot?”

His head turned to look at you. “Yeah. Ideally, the first time I would’ve liked to bring you here would be a date, but I can settle for the late sneak-out after your fight with Kazansky.”

Your heart clenched as you hesitantly met his cherishing gaze. You hadn’t wanted anyone like that in really long time and it felt like something was sucking the soul out of you. “Maverick?”

“Hm?”

“When you’re flying, you might lose power. It’s a fatal risk, but it doesn’t stop you from enlisting in the Navy. Flying at up to 700 mph, the smallest mistake can be deadly, your plane could plunge out of the sky, break apart on impact. The cockpit is too small, so you’ll feel like your losing your breath even though you might not have died just yet — and it’s all terrifying and out of control.”

Maverick stared blankly at you, waiting for you to make a point. “What are you trying to say?”

“This is exactly how I feel whenever you look at me,” you finally mustered the courage to confess, seeing your lip starting to quiver. Unsure of how to properly weave the complexity of your feelings, you opted to let your pinky softly wrap around his.

Maverick stared at you, jaw slightly hung, eyes gleaming. “You feel that way about me?”

His question came out so shaky and gentle that it worsened your situation of trying not to break down right there in front of him. “Of course I do. You’re so ridiculously insufferable, I hate you.”

He cocked his head to the side with the tiniest hint of a smirk. “But you love flying.”

“I love flying,” you confirmed, letting the rest of your fingers wrap around his hand as you brought it over to your lap, holding it firmly enough to believe that what was happening in that moment was not just a figment of your imagination.

“I love flying, too.”

With hope written all over your face, your mouth stretched into a grin, holding back a giggle. God, when had you turned fourteen all over again?

Right when you were about to say something, you felt his lips ghost above your forehead before he was leaning down just a bit and kissing the bridge of your nose as tenderly as he could, making you dizzy and unable to think straight. Kiss me, kiss me before I regret it, before I start thinking again. He stalled against you, foreheads now touching as he realized that you hadn’t moved away from him yet.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“What?”

“It’s what Carole says to Goose. Said. I don’t know if she still tells him that. I never got it, to be honest, but all I know is that I don’t want to lose you, Maverick. Never,” you explained breathily.

“You’re not losing me, not even if you want to,” Maverick chuckled, letting a warm puff hit your already very reddened cheeks. You smiled at him, head now moving forward, so that you could nudge the top of his nose with your own.

“Pete,” you whispered, the words coming out as a ghost tugging at his heart. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, bringing you oh so impossibly close to him that if you squinted hard enough, your lips would be touching. And there it was again; that look he’d been giving you ever since the day you met, lovestruck eyes melting into yours. “Drop looking at me like that, Pete.”

“I can’t,” he spoke, voice weary as if he was on the verge of tears. “You walked in the room the first time Viper came in and the breath was knocked out of my lungs the very same second. So, no, I don’t think I can look at you in a way that’s not giving away how deeply head over heels I—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, stunned by his words. “Don’t continue the sentence, Mav. Don’t continue it, because if you do, I’m going to lose every last ounce of self control I have in my body right now and I should warn you, there’s not much remaining.”

Maverick nodded slowly in acceptance before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, then deciding to be brave, ducking down just the right direction to kiss the corner of your lips. His palms were still holding onto your cheeks, applying more pressure now as he let his mouth linger, heads connecting. You were about to lose it; all the sanity in your system, all the thoughts of do’s and dont’s. With a slight angle twist, he could be kissing you properly, on the lips, but every cell in your body was sweating to prevent that from happening. It was killing you.

“I love flying so much, Roger. So much that I don’t care if it costs me my life, I’m going to keep pursuing breaking the typical rules and fly on my own. It makes me feel alive,” Maverick confessed.

“You should,” you replied breathlessly. “It’ll get you places, Pete. You can hold your own.”

“Take me to bed,” he whispered, loud enough so that you heard him, a small smirk creeping up against the — now flushed from the kiss — corners of your lips.

“Or lose me forever.”

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[rose-pearls]

Baby and Pregnancy prompts

Summary: some prompts of the reader pregnant or funny moment with the baby featuring: Bob, Hangman, Rooster, Iceman, Maverick and Slider.

I found some prompts and fell in love with them but couldn't chose which one to do or with who so enjoy multiple stories all at once, it may be a bit of a mess! Honour goes to the people that wrote those prompts!

Trying to figure out the baby's gender by analyzing their symptoms with old wives' tales – Bob

“Bobby where are you?”, you yell through the house as you leave the bathroom.

“In the living room sweetheart.”, you smile at the sound of his voice, having missed him during his two weeks mission.

“There you are my dear husband.”, Bob has a bright smile as you appear and immediately brings you into his arms on the couch, carefully kissing your forehead.

“What are you reading?”, your husband blushes a bit and it makes you even more interested in finding out just what he was reading.

“I was talking to Mayhem, and he told me that his wife and him looked at old wives’ tales to figure out the gender of their baby.”, he says slightly embarrassed, and you chuckle before kissing him quickly on the lips. One of your hands is rubbing your growing stomach, you were nearing the three months and you both couldn’t wait to find out the gender.

“Want to see if we can figure it out before the ultrasound in two weeks?”, Bob’s bright grin was the only answer you needed as he quickly nodded, excited.

“Let me see what we can find out.”, you chuckled at the sight of your husband so focused on finding a good question that would figure out if it was a boy or a girl.

“Alright, first thing.”, Bob turns to look at you and you put yourself comfortably on the other side of the couch with your feet on Bob’s lap, enjoying the soft massage he had started.

“Are your cravings more sweet or salty?”, that was a good question and although you had always been more of a sweet person, these last two months you had been eating a lot of salty things.

“Strangely more salty things, normally I’m more of a sweet tooth but baby Floyd seems to like salty things.”, Bob’s smiles was bright as he looked at you and turned into a loving one as he looks at your bump.

“Now, this is a strange one but there could be a difference if I put weight alongside you.”, this made you laugh and Bob started laughing as well, this man went on a run every day much to your sadness as it meant less cuddles but that proved that Bob hadn’t taken an ounce of weight.

“We can cross that one out.”, Bob sends you a wink and you smile tenderly at him as he writes something down before getting to the third question.

“Are you moody or more relaxed?”, he seems scared to answer the question and you rolled your eyes fondly at you husband.

“I don’t know, I mean I’m more emotional but I’m not exactly crying all the time. You were after all the one that cried when we watched Nemo.”, Bob looks scandalized, and you giggle softly.

“His mother dies! I’m only human.”, you are now full on laughing while Bob huffs and you go closer to Bob unable to hide the smile.

“You are right darling, so I think that to answer your question I am more relaxed.”, Bob nods and writes something down, moving the paper so that you couldn’t see it making you pout.

“This question is a bit weird but are you carrying low or high?”, his eyebrows are furrowed like he is trying to solve a math problem and you feel equally confused.

“Well, the baby is low in my stomach, but I think that is always the case. Why don’t we skip that one.”, Bob nods and looks at the next question he wants to ask while rubbing your feet’s.

“The next one is, are you glowing or are you looking more pale and tired.”, you scoff and Bob snorts at your reaction.

“So, Bob, do I look like shit or not? What a question is that.”, Bob starts to laugh, and you slap his arm and the WSO quickly recovers giving you a quick peck on the lips before looking at you with utter love in his eyes.

“You always look beautiful, but people have been saying that you are glowing.”, you can’t help the blush that appears at Bob’s words and kiss him on the cheek. 

“True, although aren’t you supposed to glow when your pregnant?”, Bob laughs at your annoyance at the question and continues.

“I guess not. A last thing we can do is the ring test, you put a ring on a cord and how it moves will tell us what the gender is.”, you look at Bob impressed and let him go and take a piece of cord that is laying around and take of his wedding ring.

The ring doesn’t move first as you lay down on the couch with Bob above you until it starts moving in circles and your eyes widen just like Bob.

“Holy shit.”, the both of you whisper and look at each other in awe.

“Well judging by all of those answer we are having a”, Bob tries to put some suspense but at your raised eyebrows he chuckles and finally reveals the gender.

“A boy.”, he whispers softly, his forehead against yours and you can’t help but smile.

“You better be right Mr Floyd or I’m going to get my hopes up for nothing.”, he chuckles lightly and kisses you lovingly.

“Don’t worry Mrs Floyd, I’m always right.”, you snort at that, and Bob starts to tickle you as punishment making you laugh even harder.

"I feel like a fat cow." "Well, you're the most beautiful cow." - Maverick

Getting pregnant was a wonderful thing, but the one thing you hadn’t expected as much was getting this big during your pregnancy. Your first three months had been filled with morning sickness and cravings while your second trimester was filled with wanting to climb Maverick like tree, not that the man was complaining.

Now in your third trimester you were really getting bigger and as much as you loved the thought of your baby growing there you couldn’t help but feel conscious of the way you looked. 

Maverick had gone to buy the crib for the baby’s room with Ice, they had painted yesterday, and the soft green room looked beautiful. Ice could somehow paint and had painted some little F-14’s on the wall making Maverick grumble about how perfect he always was before receiving a bit of paint in his face from Ice. You had to try and not laugh at Maverick’s scandalized face and Ice’s mischievous grin.

The both of them arrived, bickering as always and Maverick quickly kissed your lips before going up to build the crib with Ice. It seemed to be going well before you heard some swearing and a laugh that could only be from Ice. You thought of going up but another round of swearing followed this time from Ice and you decided to stay in the living room enjoying Maverick’s laughter.

Ice stayed for dinner, and you had tried to make something light for dinner, to maybe be careful of what you were eating and lose a bit of the weight you were putting on. Maverick had furrowed his eyebrows while Ice had just sat down and thanked you for the food before leaving to go back home.

“Sweetheart?”, you turned around from putting the last things into the fridge at Maverick’s voice and he looked at you with concerned green eyes while leaning against the door.

“What is it handsome?”, you asked after a few seconds of silence and he sighed while looking around the kitchen, he often did that when he was trying to find a way to say things.

“You know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, right?”, you looked at him in surprise before snorting.

“I look like a fat cow.”, you said followed with a chuckle and you quickly felt the strong arms of Maverick around you.

“Well, you’re the most beautiful cow.”, you couldn’t help the laugh that came at his words, but it turned into tears making Maverick worried and he turned you around.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what is happening.”, Maverick looks at you with a soft smile and wipes your tears away. 

“Don’t worry, although I think you know what the matter is.”, he has a knowing look in his eyes and you sigh, your husband knew you too well.

“I feel like I’m so big ever since the pregnancy and”, you can’t finish your sentence as Maverick kisses you deeply and you respond quickly.

“You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman I know, and you are perfect the way you are. Do you know how many times I want to drag you into our bedroom and ravish you?”, a blush appears, and you kiss Pete with all you have enjoying the feeling of his body against yours.

“You may be bigger than before but that is because you are carrying our child and you don’t know how proud I am of calling you, my wife. You are perfect just the way you are love, don’t change a thing.”, you can’t help the tears that come up at his words and Pete smiles lovingly before a smirk appears.

“Now, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”, he picked you up and you started laughing but your laugh was quickly stopped by a moan as Pete dragged you to your room.

Person B – being usually the stoic one – somehow managing to evoke a laughing fit in the baby – Ice

It had been six months since you came back from the hospital with a beautiful baby girl who looked just like her father, with his striking blue eyes. Ice loved spending time with his daughter when he got home from work and adored her like she was the most precious thing on earth. She was definitely a daddy’s girl and Ice prided himself with it making you chuckle every time. 

Ice had to go back to Top Gun for a meeting, but he had forgotten his lunch, so you decided to bring it to him and bringing your daughter along for the ride. She had been babbling in the back of the car as you approached the base and was looking in wonder outside of the car. You picked her up and just as you were ready to go, she let out a small shriek and you turned around to see a plane taking of and a toothy grin appeared on her face. She really was her father daughter you thought shaking your head fondly.

The Dagger squad had been training this month and Ice had a mission for them, but he needed to review it before telling Maverick about it. It was probably stupid to think you wouldn’t meet any of them on the way to your husband’s office and just as you turned the corner you were met with the whole squad chatting.

“Isn’t it my favorite niece.”, you heard Rooster exclaim and you had to stop yourself from laughing as the grown man started babbling to the 6-month-old baby. The rest quickly joined him and started trying to make her laugh, but it was in vain. 

They had been trying to make her laugh for the last two weeks, but it seemed like it wasn’t working for the moment. Maverick joined them quickly wondering where they were and when he saw his goddaughter a bright smile appeared.

“There is my favorite Kazansky, how are you pretty girl?”, she started babbling in Maverick’s arms and the man was nodding along seriously like he was having a real conversation.

“What am I hearing about a favorite Kazansky?”, a wide smiled appeared as you felt Ice’s arms around your waist and Maverick looked at Ice unimpressed.

“She is cuter than you, get over it.”, Ice rolls his eyes, and you chuckle before Ice looks at his daughter with a wide smile.

“Your godfather is a bit of an idiot, isn’t he?”, you expected your daughter to babble or just try to go in her father’s arms, but she suddenly started giggling and everyone was surprised.

Ice looked stunned and you also started laughing at Maverick’s and Ice’s twin expression of shock, the Dagger squad also erupted in laughter.

“See, she agrees with me. Don’t you? Maverick is an idiot.”, she starts giggling again and Ice is smirking at his wingmen who is looking at your daughter in betrayal.

“How dare you? This is a betrayal!”, however his betrayed look doesn’t last long as she continues to giggle, and Maverick can’t stop the smile that appears before giving her back to Ice.

“I can’t believe Iceman managed to make her laugh!”, Ice looks at them with a winning smile before taking your hand and leading you towards his office. You daughter waving back at the Dagger squad as you left.

having the baby wear matching clothes with them – Goose

“Goose, we need to leave in ten minutes are you ready?”, you yelled through the house, wondering where your husband and son went.

“Just a minute sweet cheek.”, you rolled your eyes at the nickname but couldn’t stop the smile that appeared.

You started checking if you had everything to go to Ice’s house for the monthly barbecue with the class of ’86. All of Bradley’s stuff where there with an extra set of clothes if something happens. Just as you were wondering where your husband was you heard footsteps and a second later, he was there. Even years later Goose still wore his Hawaiian shirts and even though they sometimes looked ridiculous, it was still what made him Goose and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

What you hadn’t expected to see was your son with a matching Hawaiian shirt, white undershirt and little jeans. They looked like twins with 30 years of age difference. You couldn’t stop looking at them in surprise and Goose chuckled.

“So, what do you think?”, you let out a soft laugh and looked at the two most important men of your life.

“You two are a sight for sore eyes.”, this made Goose smile proudly and Bradley followed his dad and babbled a few words.

“Now we only need to find you a matching shirt and we will all be matching. Isn’t that a great idea Bradley?”, he asks as he tickles your son’s side and the baby babbles happily making Goose look at you with a smirk. You on the other side didn’t feel reassured at all, as much as Goose loved those, they would certainly look like shit on you.

“No way, I draw the line there.”, Goose pouts but you know that he will bring the idea back tonight and everyday if he has too until you give in. You feel his body against your back and his arm around your waist as you pick up Bradley’s bag. 

“Ready to go beautiful?”, you nodded and took Bradley into your arms while Goose went to put everything in the car. 

“Don’t you look handsome?”, Bradley has a wide grin, and you can’t help but blow a few raspberries making him laugh. Goose looks at you with a loving grin and takes the opportunity to kiss you longingly before taking you to the car.

You quickly arrive at Ice’s house and start to wonder how the others will react at Bradley and Goose’s matching outfits. Just as you are ready to go to the backyard Goose stops you and after looking at him puzzled, he takes out mini aviator sunglasses out his pocket and puts them on Bradley before putting his on. 

“You really thought about this for far too long darling.”, Goose laughs before taking your hand and leading you to the backyard. 

Everyone seems to be there, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at Maverick’s reaction when he sees your husband and son.

“Goose, what did you do? You gave him your bad taste in clothes.”, you can’t help the snort and Goose rolls his eyes playfully while the rest turn around to look at the commotion.

Slider spits out the beer he was drinking while Ice is laughing at his place at the barbecue, Hollywood and Wolfman are shaking their head fondly while Merlin is looking in shock.

“Please, you are just jealous of how great we look.”, everyone starts to laugh, and they start to talk to Bradley with their baby voices and a lot of pictures are taken during the afternoon.

wait a minute. heartbeats?! plural?! we’re having twins/triplets/etc?! - Rooster

It had been a month since you had found out you were pregnant, and you were finally going to the doctor to see how the baby was doing and if everything was going accordingly. Bradley had taken the day of and had been like an excited puppy since this morning. 

Bradley was probably the most excited parent in the waiting room as he had a bright smile and was telling everyone he was having a child, making a few people chuckle at his excitement. 

“Mrs Bradshaw?”, you take Bradley’s hand in yours and lead him towards the designated room where he quickly sits down on the chair next to the bed.

“How is everything going? No complication?”, you shake your head while Bradley looks a bit curious around.

“Everything is going well, just cravings but otherwise no morning sickness.”, the doctor nods and starts to put the gel on the small bump.

“This is going to be cold.”, Bradley takes your hand in his and you smile softly at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“You can hear the heartbeats of the baby’s right now.”, you were so engrossed by the image and the sound that you didn’t paid attention to what she said exactly but Bradley apparently did as he was hanging onto every word she was saying.

“Wait a minute. Heartbeats?! Plural?!”, you looked at him surprised while he looked like he was ready to faint, and you turned back to your doctor who was chuckling.

“Yes plural, congratulations you are having twins.”, shock couldn’t even describe what you were feeling, and Bradley seemed to disfunction at the words.

“Twins? Two babies? Holy shit.”, you slapped his arm, and he quickly apologizes to the doctor making her laugh. 

“That is going to be quite the adventure.”, you can’t help but whisper and Bradley has a bright smile.

“We are having twins! Are they identical?”, his excitement is only bigger now, and you can’t help the utter love that you feel for this man.

“They are identical.”, the both of you smile widely at each other and you start to feel emotional at the thought.

Your doctor starts telling you what you need to take and do and after a few minutes she lets you get your clothes back on. Bradley still seems stuck on the fact that you are having twins.

You leave the doctor’s office with a smiling Bradley and as you leave the waiting room you hear Bradley say.

“We are having twins!”, the people must look at him like he is crazy, but another man screams congratulations and Bradley couldn’t be happier.

Your child's been kicking me all day." "Oh, so now it's my child? - Slider

As much as you loved feeling your baby move and feeling him kick, it was starting to get on your nerves as it was three in the morning and your son didn’t seem to want to sleep. Your husband was fast asleep after a long day of training while you were huffing looking at your bump willing your baby to finally settle down and let you sleep. 

After a minute you didn’t feel anything anymore and you happily thought that your son was finally done but just as you got settled down you felt a strong kick. Goddamnit that kid really was his father’s child.

It had started this morning when Slider left for work and somehow your little guy had decided that he was doing some sort of sport in there as he constantly moved and kicked often. Now you love to feel him move and it always made your heart flutter at the sight of his little feet kicking but now it was starting to annoy you. 

You feel Slider’s arm bringing you closer and you sigh softly at the touch before another kick was felt and you grumbled, waking up your husband. He looked confused for a moment at the fact that he was awake and looked at you with sleepy eyes and his bed hair.

“Everything alright? You have a craving?”, he quickly asks, and you feel your annoyance melt at the sight of his worried eyes, but a sudden kick makes you think back to why you were annoyed.

“Your child’s been kicking me all day”. You say grumbling and Slider can’t help chuckling, but he stops at your raised eyebrows.

“Oh, so now it’s my child.”, he says with a teasing smile, and you roll your eyes.

“This can only be a Kerner trait, I’m telling you.”, your husband laughs and kisses you lovingly before caressing your bump lovingly.

“I think he got it from his mother.”, you snort and enjoy having Slider caress your bump and side making you relax more.

“That is a lie.”, he nods seriously but a smile appears, and you let out a laugh quickly followed by your husband.

It’s only a few moments later that you realize that you haven’t felt a kick in a while, you look down at your bump while Slider kisses your shoulder and neck softly while caressing your leg. 

“I know what you are doing there.”, you can feel his smirk on your skin, and he drops a few more kisses before looking at you with his most innocent smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, after raising your eyebrows you see him give in and he kisses you passionately making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“He seems to have settled down.”, you whisper and Slider smiles softly at you before looking at your bump.

“Looks like it.”, you smile at each other for a few seconds before you start yawning and Slider laughs quietly.

“Common lets sleep.”, you settle in Slider’s arms and finally fall asleep as you settle in bed with your husband holding you.

I'm starting to feel like this baby will have a lot of aunts and uncles. - Hangman

Jake wanted to tell the Dagger squad that you were pregnant in a spectacular way, because ‘we aren’t going to do it like everyone’ he said.

So now you found yourself waiting for your husband as he finished his last hop of the day and you waited for him to arrive. You had gone to Penny to ask for help on revealing your pregnancy and after a long hug and a lot of congratulations you started planning your reveal.

You had found labels that you could personalize, and Penny just had to put them on a beer bottle and give them to the Dagger Squad, for Bob it would be on a soda bottle. Penny had assured you that it wasn’t an issue as she loved the idea and quickly hid the labels. 

Jake finally arrives with a bright smile and kisses you like a starving man making the other whistle at the two of you. 

“We know she is your wife Hangman, no need to make a show of it every time.”, Rooster yells and Jake ignores him as you laugh.

“Ready for the surprise?”, he is smirking, and a mischievous grin can be seen in his green eyes.

“I was born ready.”, the both of you smirk at each other before leaving towards the Hard Deck and joining the others around the pool table. Maverick and Ice have joined them, and they are all chattering.

“Penny told us that she would bring us some new beers she bought.”, Fanboy tells them with a smile, and you have to hide you smile at the thought of what they were going to get.

Penny arrives and you can see that she is trying not to spoil the surprise as she smiles widely.

“There you go, do tell me what you think about it.”, the aviators quickly take a beer and some of them take a sip before Phoenix lets out a surprised scream.

“You are pregnant?!”, she seems shocked, and you laugh at her reaction while the rest looks at her puzzled.

“Baby Hangman coming soon in the air.”, she reads out loud and everyone looks at their label, a look of understanding passing through.

“Holy shit.”, you hear most of them whisper and you feel Jake’s arm around your waist.

Phoenix is the first to congratulate you and she takes you into a bear hug and tells Jake that he better be on his best behavior before hugging him too. The rest of the group follows with hugs and Coyote glares at Jake before hugging him hard.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me before the others.”, Jake smiles widely and pats Coyote on the shoulder.

“Where would the fun be in that.”, Coyote rolls his eyes but brings you into a hug congratulating you. Rooster wishes you a lot of courage and patience, managing to avoid Jake’s napkin that is thrown at him and everyone laughs.

The whole group is talking about the baby, and you quickly realize something.

“I'm starting to feel like this baby will have a lot of aunts and uncles.”, Jake laughs at that and brings you closer.

“That baby is going to have so many uncles and aunts it’s going to be spoiled rotten.”, you laugh and settle into Jake’s embrace enjoying the sight of your friends arguing about who would be godfather and godmother.

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[mrsbbradshaw]

can you write something for maverick? maybe some domestic fluff? tg1 mav or dilf mav, both are good

Mornings of Spring

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Fem! Reader

Warnings : Top Gun spoilers, a pinch of angst, both fluff and domestic fluff

Synopsis : She fell first but he fell harder

Reader's callsign : 'Gucci' (she's always known for her bold red Gucci purse)

Reader's lastname : Reyes

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was the hardest person she could ever crack. The first time they met was back in 1985 when she was the only female pilot to enter Top Gun.

She had eyes for him the day she entered the Fighter Weapons School. They spoke a few times, greeting each other here and there, making small talks, they were friends, sometimes going to bars together with Nick Bradshaw.

"20 bucks if you can pull a girl from here, tonight, Mav" she teased, getting a 20 dollar bill from her red Gucci purse which earned her, her callsign.

"Will I still get it if I pull you ?" He cocked a brow, smirking at her.

The young female lieutenant pushed her friend playfully when in fact, it made her heart race. Sadly, it was a joke.

What's more sad was that she was his 'advisor' during his relationship with Charlie. Goose and her was always his wingman (not literally), but mostly, it was her since she's knows alot of 'girl stuff'.

It all turned after Goose passed away. Pete had no wingman and she was assigned as his new one. She noticed the distance between them after his best friend died.

He no longer talked to her as he quit Top Gun abruptly. He only came back during graduation, with his eyes focused on her in her white military uniform.

She smiled at him, even after he practically cut ties with everyone. He was confused at her, how is it that she's pretending like nothing had happened.

And as time passed, they worked together as partners, it took a while for Maverick to get over his mourning period.

Y/n "Gucci" Reyes stood beside him, offering him her shoulders to cry on, the two of them cried together sometimes, it was hard to swallow that their best friend was dead.

The guilt that ate Maverick was bigger than it did to y/n. She wasn't there that day, she didn't see him die. But he did.

It took him a long time to open up to her, he was the hardest person to talk to for a time being. As his relationship with Charlie was declining, she had told him to do what he thinks is best, she'd thought that he didn't listen to her, but to her surprise, he did listen.

They broke up.

she never left him after that, she didn't care how harsh he was to her, she knew he needed someone to talk to so she became that person.

They grew closer over time, he became more comfortable with her, the two grew closer.

It was spring, when they had a heart-felt conversation after a long time.

"Why is it that you're always smiling ? What's with that look on your face that's always pretends like mothing's ever happened ?"

"You think I smile alot, Pete ?" He nodded as an answer, taking a sip from his beer as they sat on the porch, outside of her home, the sun was set and dinner was done.

She looked at the plants that have begun to grow again. The fresh leaves and flower started to reappear.

Y/n took a sip from her booze, wrapping herself around his jacket.

"I'm not really a public person when it comes to my stories,"

"Why ?"

"I mean, you saw me cry, you saw me blow up like there's no tomorrow but," She let out a deep sigh

"People are already living with a lot on their plate, I just don't want to add more....burden by telling my story"

"Don't do that" He eyed her so tenderly that the look on his eyes was one that she would never forget.

"huh ?" she blinked twice

"Don't call yourself a burden, you'd always tell me your story about what happened-"

Gucci pursed her lips

Then he realised it, all the times they were together, she never talked about any of her problems, she never told anyone about her family, they were always talking about what had occurred inside the navy.

Maverick was always the one venting and opening up, she was just a listener.

Guilt.

He felt guilty, a part of him thought that he was a douchebag for not asking about her life.

"I want to know you"

"you do ?"

His eyes were so different in moments like these, more soft than she knew eyes could be. The soldier was gone and instead it is the eyes of one who cares deeply.

"I thought you didn't want to, you were always busy with....her" she chuckled, breaking off the eye contact that made her cheeks burn, she eyed the plants on her balcony.

'Shit' he thought to himself, all this time he was blind.

She gave him so many signs yet he didn't realise it until this very moment when he thought that what she said just now was the missing piece to the puzzle.

Everything was perfectly clear now, how she rejected dates with Iceman every time he tried to ask her out, how she was always beside him, smiling, listening. Maverick would always notice the looks she was giving him, yet pushing her away indirectly.

She just told him that she likes him.

Even after such a long time she still likes him ?

Y/n let out a deep breath,

"Well, it's getting dark, you should get back, we have an early day tomorrow"

She was stop by his hand grabbing her wrist, he stood up from where he was seated, she gazed into his green eyes, figuring out what stunt he was trying to pull.

"Pete ?" She called him

He was so focused on her eyes that he had ignored for so long yet only came to realise after everything she has gone through. She did not even notice how much closer he was now.

It was her.

It was only her, the sole thing left in the universe, eyes shining like two worlds only for him, visible only to him, and her eyes that always drew his attention. It was her laugh, her personality, her trademark smile, the way she whispered his name. It was her, it always was, and it always will be.

He cursed at himself for being blind, he cursed himself for not listening to Goose when he told her that Gucci might like him.

"Pete" She repeated with a soft and quiet voice.

He took a step closer, cupping her soft cheeks while her fingers brushed the hem of his white shirt : worn cotton and old. She must have seen him a thousand times in this shirt, but she had never seen it so close before. It complimented him well, playing against the world of his eyes in a way that visibly appealed to her.

Maverick began to see even more of her face under the darkening blush. He was looking down on her — really looking, and all the nervousness he was so prone to feeling washed out of him like a tidal wave, flooding from the tips of his fingers and crashing out of his mouth as it parted in the slightest way, almost invisible. But he knew it was, for her eyes fluttered down to it.

Neither knew who took the final step, but someone did, and they were no longer two people with two stories and two minds, but one.

She finally noticed how close he truly was when his lips enclosed on hers; soft yet immersive, gentle yet powerful all the same. 

Just as quickly as her hands laced with his, She responded with such enthusiasm that he was taken aback at first, but regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening

He was really kissing her, she was really kissing him, and the world around them was meaningless.

It still wasn't clear if she dreamed this moment to life, but there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around hers. Maverick kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of his imagination.

He wasn't sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he'd known himself, he didn't feel shy. If anything, the warm feeling of her breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. This time around he draped both arms around her small frame and met her lips again halfway.

He took a step back, heat rising to his face, still putting a soft smile on his face

"Is it okay if I stay the night ?"

----

On spring of the year 1990, they were known as Mr & Mrs Mitchell.

----

Present Day.

Spring was always her favourite season.

It was the season where she met her husband for the first time.

Spring was the same season that she got married with her husband.

Ever since, she had always loved waking up beside him, every single morning for more than 3 decades.

When she found someone to love and wake up with that person a lot, she forgot about her previous loneliness. It just evaporates.

She just gain a sense of fullness and purpose. Everything comes together and many wild things seem possible.

He's just finish showering and is looking for a specific white shirt.

"Hey honey, have you seen my white shirt, the one I used uhh two days ago ?"

He walked into the bedroom half naked, a towel covering his waist and below. He stops immediately after seeing his wife still asleep.

He adores watching her sleep. How her face was calm, quiet, while her breathing was peaceful and patient. He always strokes her hair, and watches her sleep. Even when she was asleep, he thinks that she`s gorgeous. Watching her on his side of the bed makes his soul peaceful.

He would sometimes think about the outcome if he hadn't married her. Looking back, he thought that it was one of the best decisions of her life and he knew that Goose would be proud of him.

It was a morning routine for him.

Kissing his wife's forehead, whispering "Good morning, love" and lightly squeezing her hand before starting his day.

"huh ?" She slowly opened her eyes, squinting to the sight of her husband half naked.

She wiped her eyes twice before letting out a yawn,

"Good morning, Pete" She gave him a smile.

"I ironed your shirt yesterday, it's there..." She pointed to the hanger. She had prepared it the night before, somehow getting the gut feeling that he was going to wear it.

"you're one of a kind" He placed another kiss on her cheeks

"I'm gonna go an work on the plane,"

"hmm, alright"

With the sun peeking through the blinds of their room, she get up from bed and opened the windows of their room to a clear morning sky that appeared for the first time in a few days. The smell of her fresh tulips greeted her for the morning.

Y/n Mitchell got dressed, changing out from her pyjamas into one of his shirt, slipping it over her head and watching it settle down near her thighs.

She stepped into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Taking out a few ingredients from the fridge, she had decided to cook waffles, then bringing two plates out for them.

Their kids, the twins, Maisie and Garren were on a camping trip, so they had the house all to themselves.

A small smile would appear on her face looking at him fixing his plane, he looked so focus yet with his biceps on display, it a sight that she never got tired to see.

He had noticed her presence and called her out, "Are you gonna stare forever ?"

She brought the plates, placing it onto the glass table near the plane, he took a seat across her and looked at her for sometime.

There was a moment of silence as the two as they made eye contact. If it were anyone else she would drop her gaze, but with him she's drawn in closer, always wanting more. 

It's the look that she had on her face, she would look at him like she would look at her garden filled with breathtaking flowers on a beautiful day. Lost in the thoughts yet so present in the moment. She had this little grin on her face that he loved so much whenever she watched their kids laugh at something she said and she looks at them like nothing else mattered in this world.

He couldn't help but look at her like she was the most beautiful and unique work of art of all. When she decided to retire as a naval aviator, he had never gave so much support, assuring her that it's a decision that would have a great change.

He was jealous of her sometimes, he was jealous that his wife's rank was higher than his.

VICE ADMIRAL Y/N "GUCCI" MITCHELL

He was always getting into trouble, Iceman and Gucci were the ones taking him out from them. She had told him that even if he was captain, everyone respected him. The navy had no one else like Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

So when the news of her retiring from the navy arrived, everyone around her gave her a warm hug of goodbye. Her husband was the most supportive of all.

He took a deep breath, trying to look away, but he can't. He's so involve with her and mesmerised with every single feature on her face. He fell harder than she did.

It was the same look he gave her that night on the porch, outside her home more or less 30 years ago.

"What" she spoke, breaking off the silence

"Nothing, I'm thinking of how lucky I am"

"Lucky ?" She questioned

"How lucky I am to call you my wife."

A/N: Hey Anon ! Thanks for the request, I thought of writing for both Tg1 & 2 Mav HAHAHA, I hope you liked this one :)

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[theloveoftoms]

one hell of a pilot - maverick x reader

summary: after a recent breakup, your long-time friend goose suggests you join him and the others at a bar off base. maverick and you forge a meaningful connection <3

a/n: hello babes, guess who's back from her far too long hiatus, this girl! I started writing this a few weeks ago, and I finally finished it. I hope you all enjoy, I know writing it was a blast! I have my poetry final today, so wish me luck lolz. have a great day :)) - xoxo mac

wordcount: 4.3k

warnings: alcohol consumption, shitty ex-boyfriend, language ;0

Today had been a rough day. Training at Top Gun had increased to a new level of difficulty. With each new assignment and flight training demanding a new level of grit and determination to accomplish. And it certainly didn’t help that your heart was still in the process of mending from the pain caused by your most recent boyfriend, well, now I suppose, ex-boyfriend. 

The day at Top Gun was finally over, and the thought of coming home to your single-unit pleased you in the moment, but you knew damn well, that the second you got back to your apartment, the dread of it all would sink in. 

So, after a shower, and a luke-warm beer that you had forgotten to put in the refrigerator, you found yourself perched on the arm of your living room couch, fiddling with the remote that never seemed to work, but probably just needed batteries. You found some shitty action movie on tv and ate a plate of strawberries as the sound of fast cars and men with Floridan accents became a comforting lull in the background.

Your night, or at least how you had planned it, would consist of, 1) the second half of this shitty movie 2) the leftover chicken quesadilla you had waiting for you in the refrigerator and 3) the cheap thriller novel that you had found at the drugstore last week. What you didn’t anticipate happening, was the doorbell ringing promptly at nine, just after you had finished your dinner.

So, you pulled yourself up from the couch, and on the way to the door, when you passed a glimpse of your reflection in the hallway mirror, you debated grabbing a cardigan or a blanket or something to cover up your sloppy look. You were wearing a navy-branded t-shirt (courtesy of your days at the academy), and pair of biker shorts that appeared to be non-existent as they hid beneath the excess material of the mens tripple-XL shirt. But the closer you got to the door, the further that thought was in your mind, and you decided, that whoever was on the other side of the door would just have to deal with your post-work image.

“y/l/n,” Goose stated confidently, a hand resting on his hip, “you busy tonight?”

Your posture relaxed when you realized who it was; the man you practically grew up with. 

You deadpanned and gestured to yourself, “does it look like I’m busy Bradshaw?”

Goose shrugged, not entirely sure how to reply to that retort of yours.

“What do you need Goose?” You asked nonchalantly, both wanting and not-wanting to get back inside to the comforts of your sofa.

“A couple of the guys and I are going to grab drinks at the Duke and I was wondering if you wanted to tag along?”

You gestured to yourself again, “Does it look like I’m fit to go to a bar Nick?”

“It looks like you need a pair of fuckin pants,” he said jokingly, which earned a slap to his bicep.

“I know things haven’t been great for you lately y/n,” Goose said, “with Brett and all.” 

Brett. Just hearing his name brought an unwanted surge of pain through your chest. Specifically, the surge of pain that you had been trying to push away for the past couple of weeks. You didn’t cry about him anymore, in the daytime that is. But at night, when you would lie in bed beneath the darkness of the moon, missing the presence of having someone to curl into, the tears would come, and they would temporarily make an impression on your pillowcase. But as you slept it off, the tears would dry, and you would wake up the next morning feeling mostly okayish.

“And I think,” Goose said, bringing you back into reality from the facade of memories that you had been reminiscing upon within your mind just then, “if you came out with us tonight, you’d have more fun than you would here,” he said, gesturing to your townhome, “spilling a tub of ice cream all over yourself while you sit alone with the lights off.”

Way harsh Goose, you thought to yourself. But he did have a point. You hadn’t been out in forever. The last time you actually went and got drinks like a proper twenty-something-year-old was with your parents when you relocated to San Diego for your position in Top Gun. And that was just at some locally owned Mexican restaurant that happened to have a bar inside. Maybe it would be good to get back out there?

You rolled your eyes, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

So, as Goose, your childhood best friend stood in your kitchen, washing the plate you had used to eat your chicken quesadilla, you were busy in your room getting yourself ready for the evening. You dressed yourself in a lacey black tank top that looked only slightly like lingerie, but didn’t if you wore it tucked into a pair of straight-cut jeans and wore it alongside a pair of low beige heels. As you ran a comb through your wavy hair, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror.

Sure, it was a pretty typical outfit that other young women of your age wore when they went out for drinks, but it was cute. And it did provide you with the security of looking  just like every other woman. Thats exactly what you wanted to appear to be; just like every other woman. Brett had dumped you because you weren’t ready to settle down with him. You weren’t ready to move in, you weren’t ready for marriage, and you sure as hell weren’t ready for children. Brett wanted you to finish up Top Gun and then lie low for a while, putting your career aside. “Be realistic,” Brett had said, “This pilot shit can’t last forever. Maybe look at getting a different job, one thats more feminine?” 

Your career was very important to you. You had worked so hard to climb the latter that that is the United States Navy. Your career was the highlight of your life. It was everything you had ever worked towards. And you weren’t going to give that up. And as much as you hated to admit, the reason of your recent break-up, had been affecting your ego ever so slightly.

So tonight, as you admired your curves in the mirror, and put on some mascara, you told yourself that you were just like every other woman.

…

“This better be worth it,” you grumbled, shutting the door to Goose’s Bronco, scanning the beach-side dive bar with your eyes.

Off in the distance, the evening tangerine hue was beginning to creep up and onto the horizon, putting the day to sleep in preparation for the night. And alongside the dimming of the evening, the neon lights of the dive bar became more welcoming.

The Duke, the off-base bar that Goose had insisted you join him and the others at, was the kind of place that had charm, but only if you knew where to look for it. It was the kind of place with neon lights and drinks that were both cheap and good. It was the kind of place that people came to forget about the day they had just had. Thats what you wanted. And the aura of the loud music coming from the bar would sure help with that. 

“Trust me, y/n,” Goose reassured you, responding to your question, “it will be.”

You wanted to believe Goose, you really did. And the moment you saw the table of guys that you’ve began to come to know as your group of friends, the night already seemed better. 

“Look who made it!” Iceman said as you approached the table, making you feel welcome, “Its good to see you Cobra,” he said, calling you by your call sign.

You smiled and as you took a seat at one of the empty chairs, saying your ‘hellos’ to the other classmates that were here. And at the end of the table was no other than Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell – perhaps, your greatest competitor – sitting laxly with a beer in his hands and his regular leather jacket draped around his chair.

Damn he had nice arms.

“Evening Cobra,” he said to you, leaning back ever so slightly in a way that seemed to be slightly too confident.

“Maverick,” you offered as a form of pleasantry.

Slider, who was busy looking at the drink menu slapped it down on the counter, pointing to one item in particular. “Now this,” he said, his finger drawn to a platter of five tequila shots, “this is what we need to get things going.”

So, as soon as a one of the circulating waitresses happened to be walking by your table, she wrote down, and then brought over the collective order of your table, the night certainly got a whole lot more exciting.

“Alright,” Goose said, handing you your stalky shot glass of 100% pure tequila, complete with a rim of salt and an accompanying lime, “To good times,” he said nodding.

“Good times,” you repeated along with the others, before drawing the glass to your mouth, tasting the dryness of the salt right before proceeding to take the shot.

The warmth of the alcohol tricked down your throat as you swallowed, and you forgot just how strong shots could be. You weren’t sure if swallowing it as quickly as possible made the uncomfortable sensation better or worse, but as soon as the clear liquid was all emptied from your glass, you jammed the lime into your mouth and squinted your eyes shut as a way to combat the sensation. You weren’t the only one. It seemed everyone at your table, was just to realizing how strong Slider’s chosen shots were.

“Shit,” Goose groaned, setting his glass down on the table, “And you enjoy these Slider?”

Slider shrugged, grinning, “Its awful right now, but hey, come ten minutes, you’ll feel real great.”

Opening one of the beers on the table, you rolled your eyes Sliders comment, “It’ll take more than that,” you sarcastically groaned to Goose who was seated beside you.

“What was that y/n?” Iceman asked.

You shook your head, “Ah, it was nothing.”

“Do I hear you wanting to go for a round two?”

Now, a sensible you would have said no. But since it was Friday night, you wouldn’t have to get up early tomorrow for class. And its not like you had any other plans for the day besides catching up on some paperwork and going on your usual walk. So for once in your life, you threw caution to the wind and agreed, “You got it Ice.”

So, naturally, when your platter of shots arrived, you passed them out, handing each one of the guys their respective glasses with a smirk.

“Maverick,” you said charmingly – gee, thanks alcohol – and you tried to avoid the warm feeling in your chest when your slender fingers skimmed against Maverick’s as you handed him the glass.

“Three, two, one,” you counted down, giving yourself, and possibly the rest of your group, the mental preparation prior to that same burning sensation that would wreak havoc in your mouth prior to swallowing and quickly placing the lime in your mouth.

There was a collective groan from your table as the five shot glasses returned to their small cedar serving plank. 

You laughed, washing down the remaining remnants of the uncomfortable taste with the beer you had ordered. “I am not doing that again.”

So, for the next while, as the effects of the alcohol began to make itself present in your body, you sat at the table, just chatting and hanging out with your classmates, sharing stories from your lives before the navy. And while the five of you talked, you couldn’t help but stare at the opposite end of the table where Maverick was seated.

Sure, naturally, prior to this evening, you had realized that Maverick was attractive, but being in a relationship with someone didn’t really allow you to fully appreciate his beauty. With his dark hair, carelessly brushed in an effortlessly windswept way atop of his head, and his oceanic eyes, that in some lights appeared green, and in others, appeared to be almost blue.

Physically, he was gorgeous, but your past interactions with him intrigued you to what it would be like to know him. He had an ego, one that was strong and unaffected, but there was something about his drive, about his reach, about the passion he put into everything he did. You couldn’t help but wonder if one knew him intimately, if he would pursue them with the same passion and drive.

The thought cleared from your mind when his eyes met yours, making you look away, and ultimately force yourself to think of something other than the man that is Maverick.

You hadn’t noticed, but with the loss of your collective sobriety that each one of you can your friends had came in with, the music in the dive bar began to form a sound for itself. The radio collection, of rock, and pop, and some hard core groovy songs had elevated in loudness, so much so, that in a section of the bar a cluster of people had begun to dance among the cleared spot in the building.

“Do you guys see that?” Slider asked, his face drawn in a grin. 

You turned in your chair, studying the dancers with your eyes, then turning back to face the table, “What?” You asked.

“That blonde over there,” Slider said, “She’s giving me some serious fuck me eyes.”

Hearing those words come out of your classmates mouth nearly made you choke on your beer, you weren’t expecting that.

“Wanna join me Ice?” Slider asked, “She’s got friends.”

You rolled your eyes as the two of them as they both threw themselves out of their seats and leisurely sauntered over to the dance floor. 

“Anything to get laid,” Goose muttered jokingly when the two men began to sway to the beat of the music not quite beside, but very much near the two women. 

“You could probably meet someone out there Cobra,” Goose said, more directly to you.

You scanned the crowd again, “I’m not too sure if I want to,” you gestured to the men, “they all look like their mothers still pick out their clothes for them.”

Maverick snorted from his spot over across the table, “She’s got a point Nick.”

You turned to face Maverick and flashed him a grin, “see, someone gets me!”

Goose shook his head, trying to hide his smile before saying, “I’m going to go give Carol a call, I promised I’d call her tonight. You two try and stay out of trouble,” he said, lecturing the two of you like children.

Seemingly the moment Goose left the table, Maverick’s gaze met yours. You were usually fine with eye connate, but there was something about the way that Maverick’s enchanting green eyes were staring into your own that made you feel both nervous and calm at the same time. You weren’t too sure what to say, or what the two of you could talk about, so as a way of diverting the imminence of your conversation, you took another drink of your beer, which only provided a moment relief where you weren’t required to think of what to say.

“You dance?” He asked you, the comment coming out of nowhere.

You shook your head, “I can sort-of dance, but I don’t that often,” you told him unsure of why you chose to tell him that. “And you?” You asked him back.

Maverick shook his head grinning, “not really my thing either.”

And then from across the room you heard a voice of familiarity, and right away you knew who it belonged to. Brett. Your ex-boyfriend Brett. The man who broke your heart Brett. 

As much as you didn’t want to turn around, and face the man who had told you to take a step down from your career, your suspicions got the best of you, and as much as you didn’t wish to see him, there was some sort of burning panic in your chest that wouldn’t be fulfilled if you didn’t turn in your seat. 

There he was. Standing tall, with his sandy hair, and well sculpted physique, whispering tiny inaudible thoughts into the ear of a woman with bleach blonde hair. Your eyes met his, and suddenly you wanted to leave. You wanted a sinkhole to come up into the bar and swallow you whole. And the moment Brett flashed you a grin, one that said, this is my new woman, you jealous? You felt the desire, no, the need to get out of the bar. You weren’t ready to face all of this just yet.

But time doesn’t always work in your favour. And so the moment Brett walked over to your table, his arm linked tightly around the slender waist of the bleach blonde woman, you weren’t too sure what to do. 

Brett smiled in the kind of way that reminded you of what it was like to know him, before spewing out pleasantries and introducing the woman known as Crystal who was joined at his hip. “Its good to see you out y/n,” he said coyly, and in that moment, a ping of hatred found its way through your heart, how had you ever been with this man.

But instead of telling him off, as much as you wanted to, you smiled bluntly, your eyes revealing your true nature, “And its good to see you indulging in pleasures other than morning runs and cheap beer from the gas station.”

As Crystal gave you a dirty look, Maverick snorted before walking over to your end of the table and putting an arm around your chair, “I think its time for you to be on your way man,” he said to Brett. 

Brett shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “I was just coming by to say hello,” before he walked away, his hand moving down from Crystals waist circulating above her ass. Good riddance Brett!

You turned to Maverick, flashing him a gentle smile, “thanks for that Mav,” before pausing and looking to the door, “if you don’t mind, I think I just need some air.”

And without protest, you pushed yourself up from your seat, and tried to compose yourself as the night time air hit your face. You felt warm – thanks to the alcohol – but the coldness felt lovely on your skin. You felt refreshed, cleansed almost.

On the opposite side of the Duke, was the sandy beach leading up to the ocean, which now, in the dark of night, was illumined by nearby houses and buildings, and the light of the moon reflected calmly on the waters. You decided to walk onto the sand, removing your heels from your feet and letting the now-cold sand wiggle around your toes as you walked, until you found a spot within the sand to take a seat.

Gosh, the one person you didn’t want to see tonight was Brett, and surely enough, he was there. You hated that you saw him, and you hated that you weren’t quite over him yet. Naturally, things would take time, you just wanted to get through that as quick as you could.

Behind you, you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, which made you turn, your awareness of your surroundings coming into a fuller passage.

It was Maverick, waking slowly towards you through the sand. “Mind if I sit?” He asked.

You gestured to the available ground beside yourself, “by all means, be my guest.”

You didn’t really feel like you wanted company, but then again, it was Maverick, only Maverick, and you didn’t want to turn him away after he had stood up for you back there.

And as soon as Maverick sat down beside you, the warmth and familiarity of his scent filed your way through the air, a blend of sandalwood and citrus, and cedar, and near-summer nights, you found yourself relax a bit in his presence.

For a while, the two of you just sat there beneath the moonlight in one another's company, just listening to the sound of the waves upon the shore. It was peaceful.

“So that was him?” He finally asked you. 

You nodded, turning your face ever so slightly to face him, “that was Brett, the Marine.”

Maverick nodded, “Goose told me about him,” he paused, “he seems like an ass.”

You chuckled, not too sure why, “you’re right about that.”

You weren't too sure how much of your failed relationship you wanted to share with your friend. You and Maverick weren't particularly close, but the two of you obviously cared about one another.

“I just hate,” you sighed, “I hate how when I was with him, I didn’t even realize how big of a dick he could be.”

Maverick looked over to you, as if he knew you were going to say more.

“He told me to give up my career after I’m done at Top Gun,” you said, feeling a sense of relief by telling someone else about the matter, “He wanted to get married, and have kids, and he wanted me to follow him wherever he went.”

Maverick scoffed.

“And its not that I even hate that that’s what he wanted, I hate that part of me, a very, very, small part of me, considered it. And sometimes, all I can do if worry about if I made the right decision, and walked away from him, from that life for the one Ive worked so hard for.”

Maverick shook his head, and in a more quiet tone, he turned to face you, “don't ever doubt yourself like that. Ever.”

You looked away from him, feeling some warm sensation in your chest, but when Maverick resumed to speak, you had no other choice but to turn back to face the brunette. 

“You’re a pilot,” he said, “Its in your blood, its in your veins, its who you are. And you’re damn good at it. Hell, somedays I wish I was nearly as good as you. You fly with so much precision and drive and when you're up there, I only wish I could have a fraction of whatever it is that you do, because you are just so so good at it.”

You looked back to Maverick, noticing the soften in his usual expression. His moonlight eyes were on you, and only you.

“And if you ever think you would be better off with some dick like Brett, you’re wrong, because someone who loves you, shouldn’t hold you back from your potential, they should push you, they should inspire you to do better, to be better, to become better.”

For a while, the two of you just sat in silence, absorbing the pure intimacy of one another's gaze. You hadn’t realized how cold it was beginning to get because you were too busy thinking about what Maverick had just said. You didn’t realize the trail of goosebumps that had found their way across both of your arms, the cool night time air that brushed against them. But Maverick did. 

Maverick slipped his arms out of his leather jacket, and draped it around your shoulders, a peaceful expression on his face. “Here,” he said, dawning the jacket, the very one that smelt so much like him it made you relax, “Its not super warm, but its better than nothing.”

When the warmth returned to your arms, almost the minute you gathered the material around yourself, your thoughts were finally gathered back into your head. You turned to Maverick, your knee brushing up against his faintly, but just enough that you were aware of its presence, and the way in which the faint warmth radiated through the fabric of both his jeans and yours, until you became hyperaware of its presence, and gave him a soft smile. “Thank you,” you told him.

“For the jacket,” you said, pulling the leather closer to your chest, “and for what you said. No one has ever told me that before.” You paused a moment, “it means a lot.”

Maverick’s expression softened and he looked at you contently, “its the truth,” he said softly.

You leaned into him, your head now resting on his shoulder, you felt a sense of peace, a sense of relief, you felt relaxed in Maverick’s presence. And when he leant his head, gently atop of yours, you knew that what Maverick had said was genuine.

And so, like you had initially thought, when Goose suggested the idea of going to a bar, you thought you would have maybe made one or two bad decisions, maybe choosing to kiss a man with far too much tongue, or follow him home. But what had ended up amounting from the evening was far better. You made a real connection, with someone who you would later find out, would become well worth you time. 

That was the night you had met Maverick for the second time. The night when the two of you forged a connection one that even time wouldn’t be able to take away. 

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Riot

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x shy!fem!reader (call sign Riot)

Category: One-shot

Summary: You meet Rooster for the first time. Little does he know, you’re much more than a random patron of Penny’s bar. 

Warnings: Bar setting, drinking, suggestive flirting, description of crowd anxiety

     You bit your lip and stared into your drink, trying to ignore the crowd growing around you. It was quiet when you had first come in, but within an hour the atmosphere was changing. You knew that most of them were pilots. Arrogant, noisy, sarcastic pilots. Not all pilots were like this, of course. You knew that very well. Just, the vast majority. Your father had told you to be careful around them. He told you to be careful around everything. You didn’t need to be told. Careful was your middle name. As well as awkward. And shy. And nervous. 

     “Another beer, darlin’.” A tall blond man with a perpetual toothy grin sidled up to the bar beside you. He gave you the once over. “Scratch that. I’ll have whatever girly drink she’s having.” 

     “Who, her?” Penny gave you a private smile. “You couldn’t handle it.” 

     “I’m sure I could handle it.” His eyes lingered on your figure. 

     “Let me guess,” you smiled without looking at him and lifted the glass to your lips. “Hangman.” 

     “Good to know my name gets around.” Hangman nodded as Penny set a drink identical to yours in front of him. You managed to look over at him as he raised the glass and gestured to you. “Mind telling me yours?” he asked.  

     “Just another pretty face.” You watched as he downed the drink in a single gulp, then proceeded to cough his lungs out. 

     You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, sipping from your glass as Hangman struggled to act as though he was totally fine. “This is not a girly drink.” He sputtered, pushing the glass back towards Penny. 

     “Gin and tonic rarely is.” Penny smirked at you. “Especially if it doesn’t have the tonic.” 

     “Or the ice.” You smiled back. 

     “Want that beer now?” Penny asked. 

     Hangman nodded, his attention returning to you. “You know,” he began, resting an arm on the bar next to you so close he bumped against your hand. “I could think of a few things that would make you feel better than that gin ever could,” his grin grew wider, not seeming to notice when you shifted away from him. “Things that won’t kill your liver.” 

     “Now why would she do that, Hangman?” Another man appeared on the other side of you. “She needs something to numb the pain of talking to you.” 

     Hangman shot him a look. You tried again not to laugh and failed miserably. The man gave a low, husky chuckle. 

     Penny returned with Hangman’s beer. “Here you are, darlin’.” She drawled, using his term of endearment right back at him. 

     “Thank you,” Hangman accepted the beer before turning. “I’ll be over by the jukebox if you wanna, ya’ know, talk to a real pilot.” 

     You grimaced and didn’t acknowledge him, finishing the last of your drink and glancing at him. Dark hair and a moustache. Sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt. Tan, toned skin. Heat flooded your face as you squirmed in your seat. It was Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster. And he looked even more handsome in person than he did in his file. 

     “Another?” Penny asked, looking between the two of you. 

     You nodded and pushed the glass towards her. 

     “Just a beer.” Bradley seemed so relaxed, as if it was an every day occurrence to be summoned for a mission he knew nothing about. Which, considering his position, didn’t seem so unlikely. He looked over at you, making eye contact. “You okay?” 

     “Always.” You accepted the glass Penny handed you. “Pilots are big-headed imbeciles. Present company included, of course.” 

     “Ouch,” Bradley smirked and your heart fairly stuttered to a stop. “And here I thought you needed saving from Hangman’s pick up tactics.” 

     “I’ve endured worse.” You couldn’t quite look him in the eye. “But thank you.” 

     “Bradley Bradshaw.” He held out his hand. “Call sign Rooster.” 

     You bit your lip and accepted the gesture. His hands were strong and calloused and warm. “Call me Riot.” 

     “You’re a pilot?” 

     “Worse,” you pulled away from his hand and glanced up at him with a smile. “Army brat.” 

     Bradley grinned. “Army brats are spoiled, know-it-all princesses.” 

     “Especially the girls.” You laughed, surprised when he joined you. Why was he so easy to talk to? You knew he was flirting, but it felt...different. Relaxed, effortless. You could almost look at him for longer than three seconds. It helped that he had sunglasses and you couldn’t see the depth in his eyes. 

     “Hey, listen,” Bradley leaned closer, causing you to tense. He saw the change and stopped, straightening to take a sip of his beer. “I noticed that you’re not a fan of loud noises.” 

     Your brow furrowed at this before a fresh wave of heat washed over you. He had been watching you, noting the way you flinched and stiffened whenever the crowd roared with laughter and music. You didn’t mind the music. In fact, you loved it. But the jostling, rowdy crowd was a little much. Made it hard to think and, in extreme cases, hard to breathe. 

     “And?” You took another gulp of gin, praying that the liquid courage would numb the self-consciousness threatening to kill you. “You’re gonna suggest that we head out to somewhere private?” 

     “Actually, I was gonna give you a heads up. I’m about to go over to the piano and show off my big-headed imbecilic piano skills and it’s gonna get loud.” 

     You met his gaze once more, surprise causing you to all but drop your jaw. “Pilots don’t play piano.” 

     “This one does.” Bradley smiled at you and stepped back. “Have a nice night, princess.” 

     You held his gaze until he turned and walked through the crowd with a certain swagger that should have disgusted you but instead made you bite your lip. What on earth? What had this man just done to you? He was a pilot. Your father told you to stay away from pilots. And yet...Bradley was different. Just like his father had been different. At least, that’s what your own father said. 

     Penny came over just as you finished the last of your drink. “I’ll go scrape Dad off the beach now. He probably threw his back out.” 

     “Who, him?” Penny smiled, the kind of smile all the women around your dad seemed to have. “He’s in better shape than most of the pilots in this bar.” 

     “Not that you noticed.” You pulled out a wad of cash from your back pocket and handed her a few twenties. “That’s for my tab and some of Dad’s.” 

     “No ma’am, your father is going to settle up with me tomorrow.” Penny’s eyes were fairly sparkling with happiness she was trying too hard to hide. “I’m counting on it.” 

     “I’m sure.” You smiled at her. “He’s happy to see you too, Penny.” 

     “Oh, get out of here, Riot.” Penny grabbed a couple empty beer bottles and shooed you away, grinning all the while.

     “Night, Penny.” You swiveled around and stood, edging your way through the crowd in the direction of the exit. 

                                                    # # # # # 

     The piano music had just begun when you found your dad, breathing in the fresh sea air as you crossed to him. “Hey,” 

     “Hey.” He didn’t look away from the bar window as you slid your arm around his waist for a hug, draping his arm over your shoulders. “The boys treating you right?” 

     “The usual.” You followed his gaze and blushed when you saw Bradley playing the piano and singing at the top of his lungs. “I met Rooster.” 

     “Looks just like his dad.” Your dad muttered, looking as though he were all but lost in his thoughts. There was pain in his eyes, a pain you hadn’t seen until he had been ordered to return to Top Gun. You worried about him. But then, you always worried. 

     “Here, I gotcha something.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a house key, handing it to you. 

     “What is it?” You asked, turning it over in your hand. 

     “There’s a little beach cottage a couple minutes from the bar. Back door leads right out into the sand. Penny pulled a few strings. You can stay there until the mission is complete.” 

     “Kicking me off the base?” You looked up at him. 

     “Never, honey.” Your dad smiled and looked away from Rooster playing, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “We’ve just gotta play it by the books for the next couple weeks. Don’t want you gettin’ in trouble too.” 

     “Well...they’ve finally done it.” 

     “Done what?” 

     “Muzzled a maverick.” You grinned as you nudged him. “You never play by the books.” 

     “Gotta give me something for tryin’ at least.” Your dad, Captain Maverick, chuckled as he nudged you back. “Now come on, I’ll walk you home.” 

     “You’d rather be walking Penny home.” You teased, allowing him to lead you away from the bar and out towards where you had parked your bikes. “Rooster’s kinda sweet.” You looked away when you said it, hoping it would seem like a general observation. 

     Maverick gave a deep sigh. “Just like his dad.” 

     He fell silent after this, and you, sensing the turmoil inside him, elected to leave him alone. But your thoughts continued to linger on Bradley, how he looked, how he sounded. How he made sure you were safe after Hangman’s failed attempt to pick you up. It gave you butterflies to think about. And despite all your instincts and experience, a tiny part of you wanted to see him again. 

     Little did you know, that night and that meeting would change your life forever. Your relationship with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw had just begun.

Part 2

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[simpforrooster]

captain.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x f!reader

t/w: age gap (two consenting adults here), making out? cursing. I think that all.

Maverick knows he shouldn't pursue you. You're one of his students. Surely you would want to date an old has been. He just can't help himself.

You’d caught Maverick’s eyes as soon as he saw you laughing with the other Top Gun graduates at the Hard Deck. He hadn’t expected to see Penny here, she all but wrote him off anyway.

“We’re not doing this again, Maverick. I met someone. We got married last spring,” Penny showed him the rock on her finger.

“Bradley!” your sweet voice calls out, making Mav turn his head so Rooster doesn’t notice him. Mav pretty much decides right then and there, your voice is the best thing he’s ever heard.

He also doesn’t miss the way Rooster takes you in, making a big show of checking you out. He watches Rooster pull you tight against him, and there is something deep in Mav’s stomach he knows can only be jealousy.

Jealous of his dead friend’s son. Jealous about one of his students. God, what a mess.

There is no way this could work. You were at least twenty years younger than him, and one of his students.

But, damn, he can’t take his eyes off you.

Maverick spends the time between now and him getting thrown out of the Hard Deck trying to stop himself from thinking about you.

~

It doesn't work.

From the moment you walked into the training room to when you went up in your jet, flying with such grace, Maverick couldn’t shake you.

After dogfight football, the crew talked Maverick into joining them at the Hard Deck.

“Here you go, Captain,” you tell him, handing him a beer.

Maverick hides the groan that slips out of his mouth at your use of his rank pretty well. He gives you a nod. “Thanks, Squish.” He uses your call sign, not trusting himself to use your rank, or hell, even your actual name.

Maverick found out they call you Squish as a call back to the stuffed animals you smuggled into basic training. Allegedly they’d reminded you of home, and you were known to lend them out to those who needed a little bit of home.

As if he couldn't fall more for you.

Your sweet heart, jaw-dropping good looks, and impeccable flying? Fuck.

If only he could get you away from Rooster. Mav and Rooster still hadn’t made up, and he was just going to add stealing Rooster’s girl onto the long list of reasons why Rooster hated him.

Maverick is pretty good at eavesdropping and learned that you and Rooster weren’t an item, but he’d heard enough from Hangman and Coyote’s conversation to know Rooster definitely had his eyes on you.

The only thing he doesn't know is how you feel about Bradley.

Maverick isn't worried, though. He may be older, but he hasn’t forgotten how to pull a lady when he needs to.

You settle onto the stool next to Maverick, and it takes everything in him to keep his hand wrapped around his beer and not around your shoulders.

~

You bought your instructor a beer. Your hot instructor. Your perfect in every way instructor.

What the hell are you thinking?

The grip on his beer bottle doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Does he think it’s inappropriate that you did that? You’re damn well old enough to go for him. Shit, Maverick could ram into the side of your jet and you would thank him.

Maverick looks over at you and gives you a smirk.

You pray the dim bar lights hide your flush.

“So, what’s the story between you and Bradley?” Maverick asks you, his voice neutral, but you can tell he’s fishing for information.

You could kill Bradley for the way he’s been hanging all over you lately. Bradley hasn’t said, but you know there is something in the past that has him and Mav rattled. You also know your best friend knows you better than yourself and could tell immediately that Maverick caught your eye.

“We’re just friends,” you admit, hoping you aren’t reading into anything. God, that would be embarrassing. “He’s like a brother to me.”

Did the side of his mouth just lift? You hope he caught on to you insinuating that Bradley was in the friendzone.

“Is that so?” Maverick gives you a stomach-flipping smile before bringing his beer to his lips. He tips it back, and you’re lost in what he’d taste like if you kissed him right now.

The tension between the two of you becomes so palpable, the next thing out of your mouth falls out with no consent.

“You know I’m not worried about the age difference, right?” Your voice is low. Almost so low you didn’t think Maverick heard you at all. He works his jaw, obviously battling some inner war. He squeezes his eyes shut, then reopens them. Maverick keeps his gaze forward.

“I am going to make an excuse to leave, wait five minutes, meet me in the alleyway.” His voice is hushed, and he speeds through the instructions, you almost don’t comprehend.

Your heart starts pumping overtime as he throws back the rest of his beer. He stands and feeds the gang some bullshit excuse about needing to head home to rest before training tomorrow. They brush him off, calling out his age. Mav holds his hands up in defeat and turns toward the exit. He doesn’t look at you as he slips out the door.

The next five minutes feel like five years.

When your phone finally shows that five minutes have passed, you put the device to your ear. “Oh hey, Mom! Yeah, I’m good. Let me step outside so I can hear you better.”

You follow Maverick’s path out the door unnoticed. In an instant, he has you backed up against the wall of the Hard Deck. One hand settles on your waist, the other above your shoulder, braced against the building. Maverick breathes you in, planting small kisses along your neck.

The butterflies ripping through your stomach are almost too much. Is this really happening?

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell is kissing your neck. He runs his nose along the trail of kisses he left until his mouth is at your ear.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone,” he murmurs, his hot breath sending chills down your arms.

“Please kiss me before I wake up from this dream,” you sigh. That’s what this is. It has to be. There is no way Maverick likes you back.

“This isn’t a dream, Y/N,” he whispers. This is the first time he’s used your name, and it sounds amazing coming from him.

You grip his bomber jacket in your hands, pulling him closer to you. Maverick is objectively not the tallest guy, but he still towers over your frame.

“Please, Pete,” you almost beg. Hearing his name must be his undoing, because his lips are meeting yours in a greedy kiss.

Expert lips move against yours, and Mav’s other hand finds its way to your hip. His fingers slip under your shirt, burning into your skin, causing a soft moan to fall against his lips.

This makes the corner of his mouse rise, he knows exactly how he’s making you feel right now.

Of course he does. The man is just as egotistical as Hangman. All these naval aviators are the same, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting him.

Maverick has you right where he wants you, and you couldn’t care less. He could ask you to rob a bank and you wouldn’t think twice.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says in your ear. His voice is hoarse. You have the same effect on him as he does you. This makes you grin.

“Do I get to ride on the back of your motorcycle, Captain?” You test out using his rank again.

He pulls you in for one last kiss, before practically dragging you to his Kawasaki.

“Honey, you can do anything you want if you keep calling me that.”

a/n: phew. I couldn't let another day go by without writing for the man himself.

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

There Are Rules

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x F!Reader

Summary: Your risky flying seriously pisses off your instructor at Top Gun and you're about to find out why.

CW: age gap (20-25 years), angsty angst - you've been warned <3

WC: 1600+

“What were you thinking?” Maverick roars, storming into the women’s locker room. “Are you insane?”

“What the hell are you doing in here?” you yell in outrage. Thankfully, the room is empty and you’ve already changed.

“You could have died!” he shouts, slamming the side of his fist into a locker on his way toward you.

“I’m fine!” you protest. “Pilots make controlled landings with one engine all the damn time.”

“You were not in control!” His voice echoes around the room.

“I landed, didn’t I?”

Maverick stops before he’s reached you, bringing a fist to his face as if he’s trying to temper his rage. He lowers his gaze, shaking his head while trying to breathe through the episode. His jaw is clenched tightly as he glances up at you from underneath his furrowed eyebrows.

You hadn’t set out to anger him but, if you were being honest, his reaction doesn’t altogether upset you. You’ve had a crush on your instructor since he walked into the hangar on your first day at Top Gun, but he’s displayed no romantic interest in you whatsoever. In fact, his interactions with you have all been strictly professional and have always occurred in public.

The fact that he is so distraught over your risky landing that he’s burst into the women’s locker room to reprimand you shows that he has reasonably strong feelings about whether you live or die. Which you appreciate.

Maverick breathes out slowly. “You put yourself and your crew in jeopardy,” he says hoarsely. “I can’t have that happen on my watch,” he adds, his jaw shifting as he tries to keep it steady.

“Captain Mitchell, I’m telling you, I had full control” –

“You disobeyed a direct order!” His voice begins to rise again as he steps closer to you.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “With all due respect, sir,” you say, “it was the wrong one.”

“That’s not for you to decide!” he shouts. “I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have.”

“I didn’t want to lose the plane –” you start, but he interrupts you.

“Don’t lie to me,” he hisses.

You sigh. “Fine, sir. I didn’t want to punch out and be grounded for the next six months doing rehab.”

“No, you’d rather leave here in a body bag,” he says with contempt.

You look down, affected by the hostility in his tone. “It won’t happen again,” you respond quietly.

“You’re damn right it won’t,” he says aggressively, taking another step toward you.

You bite your lip, glancing up at him guiltily. You’re surprised to see the tears in his eyes that he’s desperately trying to blink away. “Please don’t kick me out,” you whisper.

He presses his lips together into a thin line and gives his head a slight shake. “I should,” he says, running a hand over his mouth. “But you’re my best pilot.”

You take a shallow breath, feeling the tension in the room as if it were a physical thing. “Thank you,” you mutter, not sure if you’re thanking him for calling you his best pilot or for not stripping you of your wings.

Maverick tears his gaze away from you and you take the opportunity to study him. He’s still in his flight suit which means he came straight here after landing his own jet. His stern expression has softened a touch, although his jaw is still set, and his light eyes seem to be searching for something to look at other than you.

You try in vain to ignore how sexy he looks despite the animosity twisting his features. You’ve wanted him for so long that it almost hurts to look at him. He’s nearly twice your age, and yet, somehow, that only makes him hotter. The fact that he takes his position of authority so seriously that his gaze has never lingered on you for longer than a second, despite your not-so-subtle flirting at the Hard Deck several nights this week, makes him practically irresistible – you haven’t met many men in your life who’ve been immune to your charms. You’ve fantasized about him enough that this entire scenario feels like just another one of your daydreams, except it’ll likely end much sooner than you’d like.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” Maverick says quietly, his voice breaking over the last few words. He closes his eyes for a moment.

He glances back at you and your heart starts racing when your eyes meet. He watches you steadily and you feel as though you might melt under the intensity of his gaze. This is the longest he’s ever maintained eye contact, but you’ll be damned if you look away first. You lick your lips, biting into them nervously, and Maverick’s gaze flits down to witness the action.

Your breath catches when his eyes linger on your mouth. The way he tilts his head before glancing back into your eyes makes your head spin. You want him to step closer, but he obstinately keeps his distance, despite the aching look in his eye.

You decide to throw caution to the wind, peeling your back away from the cold steel of the locker behind you. You take a step forward, lifting your eyes to meet his once more.

His breathing quickens, but he still watches you without looking away – something he’s never allowed himself to do before. “Y/N,” he cautions, furrowing his eyebrows.

You take the desperation in his voice as a sign that he is conflicted, so you draw nearer.

“Y/N,” he repeats, this time in a whisper. You’ve gotten so close that you can feel his breath warm your cheek, but Maverick isn’t stepping away.

You swallow, stretching out your neck to bring your lips closer to his. You feel the violent flurry of butterflies as they descend upon your insides like a swarm of furious locusts. “Captain Mitchell,” you manage to utter.

“Y/N,” he says more forcefully. You feel his hands close around your arms, his grip tightening as he takes a step away from you. “We can’t,” he breathes, holding you at arm’s length.

You stare at him as his façade falls apart. The longing he’s tried so hard to suppress is written all over his face. You understand his reservations but, ultimately, you just want him too much. And now that you know he wants you too, no quantity of moral misgivings is going to stop you. You take a breath and then a defiant step forward. His outstretched arms yield easily as you advance and you can tell that his self-control is hanging by a thread. You lift your face to look at him.

Maverick’s hands slide up your arms, his chest rising and falling at a quickening pace. You feel his fingers skim over your shoulders and glide up your neck until he’s holding your face in his hands. He closes his eyes, letting his forehead meet yours as his ragged breaths warm the space between your lips and his.

Your eyes are half-closed, watching his lips part slowly. But the moment his mouth brushes over yours, your eyes flutter closed and you sink into him instinctively. The force of the kiss is dizzying. Maverick moves forward, absorbing you as the two of you slam into the lockers in behind with impossible force. The impact rattles the metal and the clatter reverberates around the empty room.

His tongue curves into your open mouth as you let out a small gasp, while his hand grips your hip, pressing you into the locker. His mouth moves over yours hungrily, as though kissing you is hardly enough, although the soft touch of his fingers as they glide down the side of your neck is the perfect counterpart to his aggressive kissing style.

But just as his hand begins to slip under your shirt, Maverick pulls away. He turns his back to you, holding a hand to his mouth as he breathes heavily into the silence.

“Maverick” – you start, but he holds up a hand, turning to look at you with a grim expression.

“I have to go,” he says so quietly that his voice cracks.

You stare at him in alarm even as he doesn’t move from the spot.

Maverick closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face. “I am twice your age, Y/N,” he says.

You swallow anxiously. “So?”

He scoffs, meeting your gaze. “I am your instructor. There are rules.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “Since when does Pete Mitchell care about the rules?”

“I care about this one.”

You hold his gaze as he watches you, his teeth grazing his bottom lip, his breathing still uneven from his momentary lapse in self-regulation. “What do you care about more?” you ask quietly.

He flinches slightly as if your words have stung him. “I think you know,” he responds in a whisper, trying to break eye contact but, even as his head turns away, his gaze remains fixed on you.

Your heart is close to leaping right out of your body, but still, you shake your head.

He lets out an unsteady sigh, setting his jaw as he watches you wistfully. “If I don’t walk out right now,” he says, “I won’t be able to walk out at all.”

You feel the whirlwind intensify inside of you. “Then don’t.”

He chuckles, glancing back at you and, for a moment, you think that he might close the gap between the two of you in half a second, but he does no such thing. Instead, he says, “I am leaving because I care about you.” He gives you one last, heartbreaking look. “And you deserve better than this.”

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Authority Thing || Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Summary: Request - Hi can you write a request about Maverick x a shy pilot reader and make it fluffy. Like Maverick pulls reader out of her shell?

A/N: Kinda made this a shy pilot because she’s crushing on him not because she’s shy in general. Also turned out way more angsty than I was planning but it’s still super fluffy! Hope you still enjoy :)

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Y/N (2022 Version)

Word Count: 3.7k +

Edited again 3/11/24 after finding lots of issues - sorry!

He knew from the moment he spotted you in the back of the classroom on that very first day he was a goner. Physically, you were perfect. Your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes reflected the sunshine in a way he’d never seen, your smile was truly infectious, you were perfect in all the right places.

Mentally, you were a challenge for him. You were shy. So quiet. He couldn’t seem to get through to you either. You were close. So damn close to taking that next step. But it’s like you were afraid. You were scared to fail. You were an exceptional pilot. Right on par with Hangman. You were good enough to block him out and take him down. You were able to prove that you were the best of the literal best. But something was stopping you.

You were never afraid to challenge your classmates. He got a kick out of it when you’d snap back at Hangman with the venom dripping in your voice. You were beyond intimidating when you needed to be. You didn’t need to talk shit because your flying proved how good you really were. You knew you were good. You knew you were great. You also knew your limits. You knew you needed to become exceptional. There was something more for you to give. You just had to find it first.

But Pete, Maverick, Mitchell? Maverick terrified you, in the best way. He was a legend. Literally never lost. Almost had five live air kills… you could go on and on about him. Ad to find out he was your instructor for the next six or so weeks? You knew you were toast. Absolute toast. Then you actually laid eyes on the Captain, and you wish you could’ve just exploded right there on the spot. He was handsome. So, fucking handsome. You locked eyes with him for only seconds on that first day of class before your turned away. You didn’t look back to him at all that class. Too terrified you’d make a damn fool of yourself.

So, you kept it short with him. Quick ‘Yes’s and No’s’. You’d often just take his corrections without fighting back. It confused him. You were so damn different with him than anybody else. You’d even warmed up to Cyclone, the Admiral for God’s sake. He saw you walking, talking, and laughing with him on your way to lunch one day. He didn’t have a clue as to why you were so shy around him. Why you’d rather run in the opposite direction than have to pass him in the hallway. It’d only been two weeks and it was driving him mad. He needed to talk with you. Was it something he did?

He would he decided. At the end of your next classroom session. One way or another he’d get some answers out of you. He needed to know if he did something wrong. It was gnawing at the back of his head.

“Birdie, if you don’t mind. Stay back for a second?” You looked at Bob who just shrugged, unsure of what your instructor could have wanted. You packed up slowly letting everybody trickle out before walking towards the front of the classroom.

Birdie. Your callsign. You had a love and hate relationship with it. You’d always joked that you felt like a bird in the sky when you were in training to become a pilot. Your friends promptly started calling you Birdie and it just stuck. You kind of wished you had a more fun story to tell other than the boring one of how you got your callsign. But alas, you didn’t. It was simple. Cute. Basic. Kind of like you. You’d never seen yourself as anything but ordinary. Just Y/N. Good at her job Y/N.

“Captain.” You let out a shaky breath. He made you nervous. So damn nervous. People of authority always did. And then he looked like that on top of it? Forget it. You were a goner. It wasn’t right to be thinking such unsavory thoughts about your damn instructor in your head. It made you act like a fucking weirdo in front of him. Case and point. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Good job up there today. Four for four.” You looked up from where you standing just quickly enough to see him staring right at you. Why’d he have to be so handsome? It was an unfair game that was suddenly being played against you.

“Thank you.” A small smile crept to your face hearing the compliment. It felt good. A small praise from the man giving you a small bit of confidence to look up to him but give him no more.

He nodded walking down to you, standing across from you. Your heart rate picked up quickly feeling his presence right there. Right in front of you. Oh, how you’ve avoided this situation masterfully. Now look where you were. Stuck alone in the classroom with him right there in front of you. What could possibly go wrong?

He waited until you looked at him to continue. He knew curiosity would get the better of you sooner or later. He was right. After thirty seconds of silence, you looked up.

He smiled seeing your doe-eyed expression. He shouldn’t feel this way about you. He shouldn’t want to brush the strand of hair that fell out of your bun away from your face. He shouldn’t want to run a hand along your back. He shouldn’t want to fucking kiss you senseless. But he wanted it. He wanted it all and more. So much more. What the hell was wrong with him? You were so young. So lively. Had so much to look forward too. Hell, you even had a shot of becoming an admiral if you had the drive to do it.

“Sir?” You asked, waiting on his question. His reason for holding you back.

He hummed delaying a second, “Everything alright?”

Nodding quickly your head turned up to him again, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

He shrugged looking away for a moment. Giving you a second of reprieve from his gaze. Everything about the man was commanding. Everything, “No reason. You just seem to be a bit fidgety?”

What the hell was he going on about? You weren’t acting any different than you had been prior, “I do?” Of course, you were fucking fidgety. He was less than a foot from you not having a damn clue what he was doing to you. You could smell him. He smelled better than you imagined. Leather, oil, and cedar all mixed together. Way too good for a day instructing on base.

“Did I do something?” He spit it out. Well, it was out in the open now. It’s not like he could take it back. It sounded so terribly insecure when he spoke it out loud.

You shook your head, “No, not at all Captain.” Your heart started racing as he gave you a once over.

“Then what is it Lieutenant?” He asked with all the calmness in the world.

Your head was swimming. Swimming with thousands, millions of thoughts, “Sir?” Play dumb. That was always the easiest route to go.

“Why can’t you look me in the eye Y/N?” Why’d he have to use your name like that? It got your dumb hear racing faster than even you were used to.

Your eyes snapped to his. That was not the question you were expecting, “You… Authority makes me nervous.” You spoke quietly deciding to keep your eyes locked in on his. Not letting his statement completely reign true.

He grinned a wicked look before a much more innocent one came to face, you didn’t miss it though, “I make you nervous?”

You said nothing at first, nodding quickly in agreement instead, “Authority.” It was merely a whisper.

Mav’s face cracked into a simper while he studied your features, “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

You didn’t move your head, but your eyes moved to look to him, “I suppose that’s easier said than realized.” You admitted.

He stepped forward. Probably crossing a line, he shouldn’t have. But he couldn’t stand it. Why were you comfortable with everybody else but him, “What can I do then?”

You cocked your head to the side, “What do you mean Mav?” You asked so softly he thought his knees were going to buckle right then and there. You said his name so sweetly it took him off guard. He really should just let you go. This was a bad idea. He shouldn’t be pressing you like this. He knew better than to. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to press on. Dig a little deeper. See you a little bit better. He was intrigued.

“Is there anything I can do to make you less nervous?”

You laughed softly. Get ugly? Stop looking like that? Stop being so hot in a flight suit? Stop being my flight instructor? “Afraid not Captain.” You sat back on the desk knowing this was likely not going to be over soon.

He took a seat next to you, “Why not?”

You shrugged, “It’s the authority thing. Call it trauma.” You joked.

He smiled along with you, “So, say I wasn’t your instructor…”

Cutting him off quickly you felt your blood run cold, “You’re not going to kick me off the squadron are you?” your panicked look made him feel awful

He shook his head quickly, “No, no never. It’s a hypothetical.”

You sighed softly, “Sorry.” You felt an overwhelming amount of embarrassment consume you. You’d worked so hard to get to where you are that even a little bit of an inkling of a threat sent you into overthinking mode. You weren’t proud of it by any means. It was something you were working on.

“It’s fine.” He smiled feeling your tension just radiate off your body. He seemed to pick up on anything relating to you. Again, he had to wonder. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Would you be as nervous around me if I wasn’t your instructor?” He quirked up a brow all too curious to hear your answer.

You laughed softly, “Yes, I would.” It was starting to become easier to talk to him. But he still intimidated the hell out of you. You hadn’t a clue how to navigate your superior being hot as hell. Normally they were old dudes who had kids your age. Not Maverick.

He huffed in almost frustration. He appreciated thar you were being honest with him, but he wasn’t sure what it was about him, “But why?”

You shrugged, “Still an authority, Captain.”

He placed a hand a little too close to yours, “You seemed just fine with Cyclone earlier.” He leaned in almost challenging you. He loved talking to you, but this conversation had gone of for too long now. Curiosity was literally killing the cat.

You nodded along with him, “Well yeah, that’s different.”

He looked at you incredulously, “How?”

It slipped out before you really meant to say it, “He’s married.” And then it was out there. It didn’t take Pete long to put two and two together. You were basically screaming that he was off limits and that Pete wasn’t. You didn’t mean to all but admit it but here you were. Heart hammering in your chest.

“I mean. He’s established. He’s not my direct authority. You know what I mean?” Even you didn’t know what you meant. You were caught red handed. Hand in the cookie jar. Damn. It is what it is now.

Mav shook his head with a lopsided grin, “I think I know exactly what you mean Y/N.” He also knew you’d never outright admit it either. He realized just how damn weird the whole thing was for you as well. He was your superior. You couldn’t cross that line either. Not unless you knew for sure that it was alright. The game the both of you were playing was dangerous. Very dangerous.

Thick tension hung in the air. You hadn’t a clue what to say to your instructor after accidentally telling him the real reason he made you so nervous. Not outright spilling the truth but putting making it rather obvious in your wake instead.

“I should get going.” You stood from the table you were sitting on.

He mimicked your actions, “Should you?”

Nodding your head you gave him a flash of a smile, “Yeah, long day tomorrow. You said so yourself. Right?” Raising your eyebrows, you knew you had him there.

His otherworldly smile lit up his face. God, he was so handsome. That just wasn’t fair.

“Right. Sleep well Y/N. See you in the morning.”

“You too Pete.” You weren’t sure why you used his first name, but it felt right. Felt like a step you wanted to take for yourself.

You didn’t catch the furious blush that rose to his cheeks at that. He knew he needed to pull back immediately, or he’d get himself, or you, in trouble. He couldn’t be blushing around Cyclone when you came around. He’d just have to ignore it. He could do that. Or so he thought he could.

Maverick must have gotten in your head. The next day was... less than stellar. You had a bad day. A very bad day. You landed without a single victory. With Rooster shooting you down for the second time that afternoon.

Sitting in the jet cockpit of the hangar you’d pulled your helmet off without much thought and just sat there. Thinking. You were fine yesterday. What the hell happened today? You’d been shot down five times. Twice by Hangman, twice by Rooster and once by Phoenix. You weren’t even close to shooting them down.

You were too eager with you grip making dumb rookie mistakes. Mistakes that’d have you shot down in an instant up in the air. All of them were able to see it and exploit it. A bad day. That’s all it was. It didn’t make you a bad pilot. Not in the slightest. You had to remember that. Drop today and remember how good you really were.

“Are you going to come down Lieutenant?” That voice broke you from the thoughts that were seemingly tormenting you in the cockpit. The ones that kept seeming to tell you that you weren’t good enough. You might’ve been the best at your home base but not here. No. You were average amongst the best.

Your eyes snapped open. Pete? What was he doing down there? He hardly came out here after training, “Yeah.” You answered quickly not wanting to leave him waiting. He wasn't one for patience, “Just thinking.” You knew you needed an excuse or he would press. No matter how lame it may be. But it wasn’t a lie. You really were just thinking.

He didn’t say a word as you came down the ladder. When you got a good look at him he almost looked, angry? His lips were drawn in a thin line. He had a hard time looking at you. Eyebrows stitched too close together for him to be in a good mood.

“What the hell was that?” His normally chipper tone had vanished. He sounded too much like an instructor now. He didn’t even sound like the Maverick you had gotten to know. No, a drill sergeant instead. He noticed your expression change as you realized this wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.

He felt bad doing such a 180 on you like that. But he had to, for your sake. Or so he thought.

“I’m not sure sir… I...” You stammered trying to come up with something. He’d already made you nervous and now this? You were a blubbering mess. Sure to look like the fool of a woman you knew they were likely expecting of you. See, the men could make mistakes. You couldn't. Women couldn't.

“Not a single kill today Lieutenant?” His voice stayed icy as you stood there forward like he was a drill Sargant. It suddenly felt like you were back in basic training all over again.

You looked down in what felt like shame, “No, Captain.” The voice that came out of you sounded weak. Likely because you felt weak. You didn’t feel like you were good enough to be here. Like all those kills you got against Hangman and Rooster prior to this day was just all just luck. Straight luck. Rationally, you knew better. You knew how good of pilot you were. You wouldn’t be good enough to get here. But your own mind was playing tricks on you. Planting seeds that should’ve never been dug.

He pressed further not seeing that he was beginning to push you past your breaking point. Further than even you would have expected from him. Your head was already coming down too hard on yourself. His words only seemed to dig that dagger in a little further that drove the final nail in the coffin of your confidence.

“What’s the problem then Lieutenant?” He stepped closer, challenging you. You weren’t in the right headspace for this. Not in the slightest.

You shook your head slowly, “I don’t know Mav.” Looking down at your boots you couldn’t bear to look up at his disappointed expression. You were just trying to hold back the tears at this point.

“You don’t know?” He sounded patronizing as if he was talking to a toddler.

“I…no.” Your voice was too shaky, so you stopped. Collect yourself. You could do this. You’ve done this hundreds of times before.

He must’ve not noticed the tears that were threatening to spill over as you looked up at him finally, “I can’t put somebody on a team who doesn't know what's going on. I need somebody who knows what they do wrong!" His voice grew from anger to frustration as he spoke. Yet he failed to see your utterly devastated gaze as he went on and on about things you had already known. Each word felt like a knife as he continued on, "You won't get a second chance on this mission. If you get shot down you're as good as dead."

Your heart ran cold, feeling as though it was shattering into a million pieces right then and there, “You don’t think I know that sir?” Your voice nearly broke as it wobbled through trying to finish the sentence.

He’d certainly noticed it then as his eyes finally found your tear stained cheeks. He usually knew how hard he could push. He could usually push you a whole lot harder, but he’d gone too far today. He knew when he heard that unusual waver in your voice.

He hadn't planned it but he knew he needed to back off, “It’s a bad day. It happens. Shake it off Birdie." The words come out of his mouth so fast he was sure you felt like you were getting whiplash from his hot and cold behavior. One moment he was nearly flirting with you then the next he scolding you.

He didn’t mean it. Not a bit of it. He didn’t even like being an asshole to Hangman, although it was fun sometimes. Being one to you made him feel awful. But he had to. He wasn't kidding when he said you didn't get second chances out there.

You shook your head, “I’ll do better tomorrow. I don’t know…”

He cut you off by placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. He hadn’t noticed how wound up about the day you had already been. He didn’t mean to push you further. He was just trying to be the instructor you needed to succeed on this mission that didn't have amazing outcomes.

This was the opposite of being tough on you though, “It’s fine Y/N. Go home. Read a book or watch some TV. Come back tomorrow. You’ll be just fine.”

You looked at his hand on his shoulder before looking at him, giving him a curt nod, “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned to walk away, brushing the tears away from your eyes.

Before you could walk through the locker room door you tuned back to him. After today you weren't sure if you even deserved the consideration,“You shouldn’t pick me.” You said so quiet you weren’t even sure if he heard it.

By the way he walked right over he must have. He grabbed your arm suddenly, not forcefully by any means, “Don’t say that. Why would you say that?” He genuinely felt awful for pushing too hard now. This didn't seem like you. You were headstrong. Stronger than even he seemed.

You looked down almost ashamed to admit it to him, “Because… because I’m not good enough sir. You saw me out there today. I'm as good as dead.” You were supposed to be the best of the best, but you hardly felt like it today. You were getting your ass handed to you left and right. Hangman was laying it on thick today too. He did that whenever he got the chance.

The day started bad when Rooster knocked you out almost immediately. And only got worse on subsequent runs. You were zero for four by the time you went up for the last round of the day. You got in your own damn head. It happened. It happened to everyone. You knew it. Still didn’t make it sting worse when you were on your thousandth pushup for the day.

He shook his head grabbing your hand quickly, “What are you talking about? You’re one of the best pilots I’ve ever worked with. You’re a fucking menace out there Y/N.”

You shook your head, “You’re just saying that because I’m about to cry.” You wanted to believe him. Maybe any other day you’d believe him. It was a no good, very bad day for you.

He only dropped his hand from your arm to bring it to your shoulder once again, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I’m not. I’m really not. Believe it or not.” He sighed collecting his thoughts once more, “I’m sorry. Really. I only come down hard on you because I know you can handle it. But I need you to not think like that. If you do get picked I need your head screwed all the way on. It’s not your run of the mill mission and you know that. You’ve got to be all the way there. All the way present. You hear me?”He asked.

You turned your head to look up to him, “Yeah. I hear you.” Your voice was much more you, more controlled.

He didn’t quite believe you though so he continued, “You are an exceptional pilot Y/N. The rest of the squad needs you to be. Bad days happen. Don’t let that asshole get to you.”

You smiled for the first time that day. It felt good talking with him. Actually, talking and not being afraid of him. A dramatic shift from that of moments ago, “You got it. Thanks Mav.” You wanted to thank him as a friend. Maybe a potential suitor. Not as a student. Not as a subordinate. But as a person.

He smiled for the first time that day as well. He had a long way yet to go with you, but it was a start. Something. He knew one thing that was sure. He was excited to get this damn mission over with. He didn’t want to be your superior anymore. He wanted to be your co-worker. The person you turned and laughed with whenever the most outrageous orders were given. He wanted to get there, was determined to get there.

“Sure thing, Y/N.” He let his hand fall, “See you at the Hard Deck tonight?” He asked curiously.

“You’re coming?” You’d seen him there the first night. You’d thought he was the most handsome thing in the bar. Hangman did not. Kept giving you shit for giving the ‘old man’ eyes. Whatever. You hadn’t seen him at the bar sense that night though. But he knew you guys went every Thursday. He listened.

“Maybe.”

You smiled once more, “You should. It’d be fun to see you kick Hangman’s ass in trivia.”

He laughed, a genuine one, one he hadn’t felt in quite some time, “How do you know I’m any good at trivia?”

You shrugged, “Have a feeling. Hope to see you tonight Pete.” The wink you sent him sent butterflies aflame throughout your body. Where in the hell did that confidence come from?

Pete legs went to jelly for a second as he watched you walk away. That you would. He was sure of it.

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Pete “Maverick” Mitchell - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare

Mav is actually surprisingly good at aftercare. After so many hookups in his youth you’d think he wouldn’t be so good with the aftercare but when it’s you. Oh man, he takes care of you so good. He’ll hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay. He wouldn’t leave your side for a second. He would just cuddle you in his arms and kiss your forehead and chat with you until you fall asleep, making sure that you are completely safe and sound before passing out. 

B = Body Part

Maverick’s favorite body part on you is your ass. He is for sure an ass man and you have the sweetest butt he’s ever seen. He absolutely loves cupping it in his hands and kneading your flesh there while he fucks you. He loves being in public and sneaking a pinch or a tap on your ass, causing you to giggle and playfully hit him on the arm. He also loves fucking you from behind so that he can play with your ass. He absolutely adores watching you walk away so he can take in the sight of your perfect butt swaying side to side as you strut. The man is just the biggest slut for your pretty ass. He can’t get enough. 

Maverick’s favorite body part on himself is his mouth. Let’s be honest, the man loves to hear himself talk. Not only that though, he loves the wonderful things he can do with his mouth. He can tell you he loves you, tell you how beautiful you are. He can kiss your sweet lips, run his tongue over your own. He can trail his mouth down your body and kiss over your stomach until he’s tonguing his way through your panties, licking over your sensitive clit. God, he loves the way you react whenever he puts his mouth on you. It drives him wild. 

C = Cum 

Mav honestly doesn’t have a huge preference for where his cum goes. He loves all of his options. He gets to see you painted with his seed like a gorgeous masterpiece that deserves to be put on display. He gets to feel it shooting down your throat as you look up at him with those pretty eyes, swallowing it all like a perfectly good girl. Or he gets to feel it pumping deep inside of your tight little holes, filling you to the brim until you can’t take anymore. All of that sounds wonderfully appealing to him, he would have a hard time choosing. 

D = Dirty Secret 

Honestly, I don’t think he has any dirty secrets. Anything he thinks about or wants to try he openly shares with you. If it turns him on, he’s told you about it at least once. He wouldn’t hide anything from you if there was a chance for it to bring you both some pleasure. 

E = Experience 

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell has seen his way around. In his younger days he used to sleep around quite a bit. Once he got older he didn’t sleep around as much but he still found a way to satisfy his needs here and there. He definitely knows what he’s doing. When he was younger he was all about his own pleasure and doing what would make him feel good. Now that he’s older he sees the value and joy in bringing a woman to the brink over and over again only to make her topple over that delicious peak, unraveling at his fingertips. He loves to make his woman cum and he uses every bit of his experience to find the perfect way to bring you all the pleasure you can take.  

F = Favorite Position

His favorite position is taking you from behind. He absolutely adores slamming his hips into yours as he takes your ass in his hands, giving you a good hard smack every now and again. He also loves how deep he can get in that position, loving the effect it has on you. A close second would be reverse cowgirl. He loves to lay back and enjoy the view of your pretty ass while you bounce up and down on his cock, making the both of you feel as absolutely exquisite as possible.  

G = Goofy 

Maverick doesn’t take himself too seriously. He knows how to take a joke and how to make one as well. One of his favorite things is seeing you smile so even when you’re in the heat of the moment he isn’t afraid to crack a joke just to see that gorgeous grin light up your face. He also knows that sometimes sex can be awkward and things can go wrong. When that happens he’ll just laugh it off to save either of you any embarrassment. He wants any moment with you to feel special and joyous, not filled with too much pressure or nervousness. That’s why he likes to keep the mood light and fun and filled with laughter. Because with you, he’s always in the best of moods. 

H = Hair

He doesn’t have very much hair down there to begin with and any that he does have he keeps very neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy 

No matter what, Mav is going to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world. He wants you to feel as special as you are. He’s always going to make sure you feel as loved as you deserve to feel. Even when he’s being rougher with you or things are getting goofy in the bedroom, you always feel that lingering sense of intimacy because of how much he loves you. Every moment is special with him.

J = Jack-Off

He doesn’t jack off as much as he did in his youth but he still gets himself off every now and again when he really needs to. His preferred method of masturbation is when you’re in bed next to him, touching yourself while you each got off to the sight of one another. 

K = Kinks

Okay, look. Maverick most definitely has a Captain kink. If you were to call him Captain in the bedroom? Oh my god, he absolutely loves it. It drives him crazy to hear you moaning out his title as he’s pounding into you, making your back arch. He also loves to receive degradation. If you tell him that he’s not doing a good enough job of making you feel good it won’t discourage him. It will just spur him on to give you the best fucking of your life. You have to be careful about degrading him though because every time that you do you wake up limping the next day. What can I say? The man loves a challenge. 

L = Location 

The only place that Mav would be really opposed to fucking you is anywhere on base. He wouldn’t want to risk getting caught there but other than that, he will fuck you just about anywhere that he feels the urge. Whether you’re out at a bar or on the beach or at home, he’ll happily have his way with you. The thought of getting caught someplace like that is actually really exciting to him. Now that he’s getting on in years he has to be a little more careful than when he was young but the man still knows how to be risky and have a good time. 

M = Motivation

You are his number one motivation. Everything about you drives him wild. Your scent, your voice, even just the sight of you is enough to get him hard. He’s never met a woman that has had that kind of effect on him until you. With you he’s practically always turned on. 

N = No 

Anything messy would be off limits so food and toilet play are a no go for him. He would also never degrade you in any way, shape, or form. He respects you way too much to ever say a bad word about you. Other than that, just about anything is free game for him.

O = Oral 

When he was younger, getting his cock sucked was like a dream come true. Now that he’s older, it’s not his favorite thing in the world. Now, don’t get him wrong. The feeling of your tongue running up and down his shaft will make his toes curl every damn time but he finds that there are so many better ways for the both of you to experience pleasure. Despite how much you love to suck his cock, he doesn’t think it’s fair to ask you to only give him pleasure without being able to give something in return. That’s why he’d much rather 69 so that he can give you a little pleasure while you make him feel good. 

There is nothing Maverick loves more than eating your pussy. It’s his absolute favorite pastime. He will devour you like a starving man. There are some nights where all he’ll do is lay there and eat you out. The taste of you is something he wishes he could remember forever. The flavor of your cunt is the sweetest, most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He could bury his face between your legs for the rest of his life. He absolutely adores the way you squirm and buck your hips against his face as he uses his tongue to make your back arch and your pussy throb. God he can’t get enough of you.

P = Pace

Maverick knows what pace is right for the moment. He can judge what you need and is always more than happy to give it to you. If you want it fast, the man has got a need for speed. If you need it rough and deep, he’ll bury himself to the hilt until your squirming against him. If you desire slow and intimate, that’s just what you’re going to get. Just say the word and you’ll get everything you want and more. 

Q = Quickie 

This man is never against a quickie. Of course he loves to take his time with you, seeing just how he can push your buttons but he also knows that there are times when he just needs to get it out of his system. On those days he’ll find you wherever you’re at and give you a quick but extremely satisfying fuck. Then he’ll just give you a little tap on the ass and a kiss on the cheek before heading back to work. 

R = Risk 

Maverick loves to take risks. Public sex is a big one for him. If you’re somewhere where there’s a chance you might get caught, it’s all the more exciting for him. He also loves to try new things with you. If you tell him about a position you want to try or a new kink that’s caught your interest, he’ll definitely do it. He just wants to please you more than anything and he will do whatever you want to see you writhing in ecstasy. So he’s more than willing to try new things if you’re into it. 

S = Stamina 

He’s in really good shape and he’s able to last for a decent amount of time. He can go maybe two or three rounds in a night with breaks in between. And if it’s a rare night where he’s not able to last for more than a round, that does not mean at all that he’s going to stop pleasuring you. He’ll be between your legs making you feel good with his tongue and his fingers until you can’t take anymore.  

T = Toys

Maverick is a little bit old fashioned on this one. He doesn’t really use toys. He’s not at all opposed to you having them and he thinks it’s a lot of fun to watch you use them on yourself but he’s not usually the one operating them. He will if you ask him to but other than that, it’s not his jam. He prefers seeing what he can do to you all on his own. 

U = Unfair

Maverick. Is. Such. A. Tease. He absolutely loves doing everything in his power to render you completely helpless. He adores the look on your face and the noises you make whenever he forces you to cum over and over again until you can’t take anymore. On the opposite end of the spectrum he loves hearing the way you beg when he doesn’t let you cum. You’d be an absolute mess, crying out and pleading for him to let you cum but he’d simply shake his head and keep torturing you. He’d keep his eyes locked on yours until he finally decides that you’ve had enough and lets you come undone on his fingers and tongue. This man is absolutely the biggest tease. 

V = Volume

Maverick isn’t necessarily loud but he’s super vocal. He loves to talk to you while he fucks you. He’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, praise you, guide and direct you. Anything just to see how you react to his voice. He knows how much you love it when he dirty talks to you and so he does it as much as he can. Anything to please you. 

W = Wild Card

One of Maverick’s favorite fucks that he’s ever had with you happened during the middle of the summer. The two of you were riding on his motorcycle down an abandoned road and you hollered in his ear how much you wanted him. He pulled to the side of the road right then and there. He propped you up against his bike, spread your legs, and fucked you just like that. It was so hot to him and sometimes he’ll reminisce on it while touching himself. 

X = X-Ray 

He is a healthy six and a half inches and very girthy with a few very prominent veins curling around the length of his cock. 

Y = Yearning

He has a pretty healthy sex drive. He’s not rearing to go all the time but he can get it up when the moment’s right. He can control himself while he’s working but all that pent up adrenaline from flying comes out in the form of sexual frustration when he’s finally home to you. That’s when you get to see just how high his sex drive really is. 

Z = ZZZ

Mav doesn’t pass out as soon as he’s done. He likes to sit up with you for a while and just talk. He likes to hear about how your day was, what’s on your mind, how work is going, what he likes about you, how much he loves you. Just whatever comes to mind. Once he can see that you’re dozing off he quiets down so you can sleep. He’ll only go to sleep after you’ve fallen asleep though. He likes to make sure that you’re comfortable and safe before he can even shut his eyes. 

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One Shot: Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Fem!Reader

Second Part I Still don't like him

You Never Like Every Man I'm Dating

Summary: you're dating Maverick, as an Admiral Daughter, your dad doesn't like you dating any Navy Men, especially Maverick. He tries to separate you in many ways, but is he gonna give up this time?

Warning: Mid-Smut?, Allusion to sex, fluff, so many kissing and make out, Maverick love language is forehead kisses. English is my second language. Feel free to give comments about my writing and grammars mistakes.

Author Note: first time writing in second person, hope you guys like it. If you want to be tagged just let me know in the comment. I can't reply to any of your comments because it's a sideblog. But I really appreciate your comments and responses.

***

You open your eyes and looked around. You're not in your room. When you remember where you are, a smile forms on your lips. You feel a bare chest attached to your back and a tanned arm circle around your waist. You smile and turn to face the latter.

You cup his cheek and rub your thumb in his jaw. He smiled in his sleep.

"Good Morning, Captain Mitchell" Maverick smiled and tightened his grips on your waist. He then lay on his back and brought you to his chest. You let out a squeal.

"Babe, I'm gonna be late" You muttered in his chest. Maverick let out a sigh and kiss your hair. "Good Morning to you too, Sweetheart" He muttered in your hair.

You kiss his chest, trailing up to his neck to his cheek. You swung your legs and straddle his waist. The cover on your body falls to your butt.

Maverick let out a giggle when you peppered his neck with a kiss. "Okay okay okay, it's tickle now". You lift your head and give him a mischievous smile."Oh, is it?". You bend down and suck his chest hard until it left a purple mark. You trailed to his neck and suck a purple mark in there too. Maverick let out a moan and grunt, unaware of what you do. When you lift your head and grinned at him, he looked at the marks you just make.

"What!?, (Y/N)..." He groaned and rub the mark on his chest to make them gone, but it's useless.

"It looks nice, though. It will remind them, who you belong to" you bite your lip and stared at him. Maverick rolled his eyes and snake his arms on your waist. He lifts his body and sits down so you're on his lap now, he tucks your body close to him so your chest is touched by his.

"Okay, so you have to be reminded too who you belong" you let out a squeal when Maverick flipped you so you're underneath him. Maverick then kiss your neck and give them a soft suck. He kiss down to your chest and took your nipple in his mouth.

You let out a moan when his hand trailed down to your womanhood. He lift his head from your chest and looked at you with lust. "Last round before going to work?". You nodded and Maverick leaned down to capture your lips.

He opens your legs and you two continue your activity last night.

****

You're in the kitchen, flipping the pancake when you feel a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You smile when you feel Maverick kiss your cheek.

"It smells nice here" he muttered on your neck and give them delicate kisses.

"It's just pancake and bacon" you tilt your neck to the side and Maverick peppered kiss in there. He brought your hair to the other side to give him more access to your neck. "Everything you make is good. Including you" his hand trailed to your breast to massage them. He then begins to give your neck soft sucks. His grey Navy shirt you wearing and you tuck into your Jeans, he begins to lift it. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a shaky breath at his actions.

"No, Mav. I have to go to work". You stopped his hand before he can unbutton your jeans. Maverick steps back and you turn off the stove before turning around to face him.

"Why? We still have time" He frowned. You cup his cheek and give his lips a peck. "Hondo called me five times while we were in the shower. "

"What happens?" He furrowed his eyebrows. His arms snake to your waist and brought you closer to him.

You circle your arms to his neck and begin to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. "He said he wants to talk about the project." You shrug. "So, I have to go now, and you can't come late today. Today is important" Maverick smiled and leaned down to give your lips a chaste kiss.

"I know. I even mark it on my calendar" he begins to sway you and rest his forehead on you. "So, you're not going to catch a ride with me then?"

"I'm sorry baby" you give him puppy dog eyes. The one that'll make him weak on the knees. "Besides, you still have to fix that Mustang though. You promise to take me on a ride"

"I still can give you a ride in there even though it's still not fixed" Maverick give you a teasing smile.

"Pervert" You snorted.

"What you mean Pervert? We don't have to fly, just take the plane for a joy ride around this place. No need to be flying" His smile is bigger now because he caught you on guard. You scoffed and kiss his lips one more time before entangling yourself from him.

"Love you, Maverick" you open his trailer door and walked toward his living room in his shop, you take your Dark Blue Denim Jacket with a lot of Navy patches.

"Love you too Sweetheart" He called out from his door. You smiled and blew him a kiss. You walked toward your car and slipped into your Jacket in the process.

Before you can open your car door, Maverick called you out. "Wait, (Y/N)!" He jogs up to you, when he's in front of you, he cups your cheek and kisses you hard on the lips. You smile and kiss him back and cup his cheek with one hand.

"For good luck" He pulled away and give you one last peck.

He kisses your forehead and muttered, "I love you". You smile and kiss his cheek. "I love you too"

He opens the car door for you and gives you a wave when you pull back your car, you take a turn and blow him a kiss and wave before leaving his sight.

Maverick smile and shake his head. He let out a happy sigh and walked back to his trailer. His day with you is always the best day he has. He acted like a horny teenager whenever he was with you. He always wants to touch you, kiss you, and wrap you in his arms. He doesn't want you to leave his side. This year has been great for him, and no one can ruin that.

Your relationship with Maverick hit two years now and he doesn't want to replace it even if the world depends on it.

He loves you so much that it makes his heart beat so fast whenever he is near you.

You met him during one of the Jet programs you lead. He's one of the pilots that'll gonna test your project.

Despite your Father warning about Navy Men and you decided you didn't want to involve with their kin, Maverick manage to knock down your walls about this. You begin dating him after six months of turning down his date offer.

When your Dad found out, he didn't like it. He thought Maverick is too old for you and he was just some Navy Brat that always gonna make himself and you in trouble. So he cut Maverick from the program but his guardian angel manages to take him back again. Your dad even tries to send you across the world but somehow Maverick manage to be in the same program again with you.

Until this day, your dad didn't like him and try everything to separate you two. But Maverick always have his way to close with you again. He doesn't have a problem with your age difference with Maverick, he and your mom too have huge age differences. It's just, He Doesn't Like Mavericks.

When he assigned you to lead his new program to build a new Jet Plane, he didn't know you will have Maverick as the tester pilot. He tries to send Maverick to another program, but again, Maverick always have his way too close to you, his guardian angel, once again, helps him to secure his place in this program.

But not today, this day your dad has a perfect plan to make Maverick go away from your life, including the Navy, for good.

***

When Maverick arrived at the Hangar,  he saw Hondo and CWO for this project gather around beside the Dark Star Plane. Their hushed voice fills with worries.

Maverick park his bike and remove his aviator while he climbed out from his bike, he walked to them with his aviator in hand.

He gave them a small smile despite their worried looked. His day has been great until now, no one can't ruin them. "Hey. What is it? What?" He whipped his head to find any explanation from them.

Hondo pursed his lips "We've been ordered to stand down. They're scrapping the program. They say we fell short. The contract threshold is Mach 10." Hondo shakes his head in disbelief at this situation.

Maverick expression changed to surprise "Mach 10 is supposed to be in two months. Today's test point is Mach 9." Maverick pointed out

"Well, that's not good enough." Hondo shrug.

Maverick bit his lips. "Says who?" He looked at Hondo

"Admiral Cain." One of the CWO answered for him. Maverick tossed his head down and pursed his lips, he know very well who that was. He begins fidgeting with his aviator.

"The drone ranger. He wants our budget for his unmanned program." Hondo explained.

"He's on his way to kill the test and shut us down personally." The CWO added.

Maverick nodded and pursed his lips "Where's (Y/N)?" he asked Hondo.

"In her office" Maverick walked away from them to your office. He knows very well what this project means to you. You spent your entire year making this program works. You slept for three hours when you start building the plane, you even slept in your office to finish the design and just come home two days a week, and it was him that begged you to get some sleep in your home.

You told him that this is your dream to build something, you spent your life just testing weapons or making some designs, but didn't have a chance to build them. That's why he asked Iceman to assign him as a Pilot tester for the Program. To be close to you and to help you make your dream come true.

So he'll make this project work for you and the sake of everyone in this program.

****

Maverick knock at the door but he just heard your sniffles and hiccups. He carefully push the door open and saw you on your chair. Your hands covered your face and the Dark Star sketch was scattered on your desk.

Maverick heart hurt seeing you like this. He walked to your desk and take the chair in front of it. He rolled the chair beside you. He sits down and carefully takes your hand from your face.

"Darling.." he said softly. You sniffed and wipe your tears with your free hand.

"What is wrong with him? He wants me to lead this program, and, when we're close enough to reach the final, he wants to shut it down. Did I do something wrong, Mav? Did this program actually useless? Did I doing it wrong all this time?" You asked him. Maverick brought you to his chest and shush you. You cry again on his shoulder. "No no no, this isn't your fault, darling. You know how he is."

"But it isn't fair. All of these people uphold on this program, we work so hard to reach this point" you sobbed, soaking Mav's jacket. Maverick stroke his thumb on your temple while rubbing your back with the other.

"So we give him what he wants," He said nonchalantly. You stopped crying and lift your head from his shoulder. You looked at him confused. "What?" You cock eyebrows to him.

He cups your face and wipes your tears with his thumb "If he wants Mach 10, we give him Mach 10" he said sternly.

"But it isn't possible Mav. It is supposed to be Mach 9 before Mach 10. I don't even know if she is capable to do it" you shake your head in his grip.

"You have Maverick on your team. Everything is possible" he gives you a smug smile.

"Mav.." you whined. "I mean it. Let's hit the Mach 10, she's ready" He reassured you. He placed both of his hands on your shoulder, he leaned closer and looked at you in the eyes. "Did I ever doubts you these past years?"

"N-no but.." you trailed off. You don't want this, you know what happens to him when he fails this test.

"Trust me, darling. We're gonna hit that Mach 10 he wants so much. And we're gonna slap him with that right in his face" He give you his Cheshire smile, and you broke into a smile. He rests his hand on your cheek and stroke your jaw. "There it is that sweet smile. Don't be sad again, my love. We're gonna be fine" He leaned to kiss you on the forehead.

"I love you." You told him.

"I love you too. C'mon, we should get ready. All of them are waiting for us" Maverick stand up and gives you his hand, you gladly take it and you walked out of your office hand in hand.

****

Maverick sit on the chair while the doctor took his heart data from his body. You stood beside the doctor and read the WCO report about Dark Star.

"Wow, your heartbeat is so strong Maverick," the doctor told him. He glances at you that still focused read the report.

"Yeah, took some strong coffee today" He glance back and clear his throat. He begins to tap his fingers on the arms chair. The doctor raised her eyebrows at him and shake her head with a smile.

***

"Hondo gonna assist you for today, I have to check something on the plane before you use her" You walked in the hallway with Maverick beside you. He suddenly stopped on his track, you stop and cock your eyebrows at him.

"Okay, then give me my Good Luck kiss" He walks to you and leaned down trying to kiss you, but you push him back by his chest.

"Not here, there are too many people here" you jutted your head behind him where people were busy walking back and forth in the hallway. Maverick let out sighs and tug you with him. He brought you to the janitor closet.

He closed the door behind him and kiss you on the lips. You are taken aback by this but kiss him back afterwards. He tugs you closer by the waist and rests your back on the door. He deepened the kiss and You wrap your arms around his neck. You pull back to catch your breath while Maverick tries to catch your lips.

"Why you always so horny" you bit your lip to contain your smile and shook your head.

"I'm not horny, I'm just trying to kiss my girl" he scoffed and leaned down to kiss you again but you put your hand on his chest.

"That it's not a kiss, baby," You give him a chaste kiss on his lips "this is a kiss. That was made out" you brush his hair and looked at him softly.

Maverick bit his lips and smiled. He cock his eyebrows "it's not make out, darling, this is make out" he leaned down and kiss you hard on the lips. He licks your lips to gain access to your mouth, when you open your mouth, Maverick shove his tongue into you. Your make-out session becomes hotter, he massages your breast through your uniform. When he tries to open your trouser,  knocks on the door interrupts him.

"Mav, we ready for your physical test" Hondo's voice muffled behind the door. He pulls back immediately and rests his forehead on your shoulder to calm down himself.

"Yeah, I'll be down in sec" he called out. You lick your lips and played with his hair.

"C'mon captain, there's someone we need to slap in the face," You told him. Maverick then lift his head from your shoulder and kiss your forehead.

***

You sat beside Hondo in the control room. Maverick voice begins to fill the room.

"Control, this is Dark Star. How do you read?"

"Dark star, control.  Loud and clear. How me?" Hondo is gonna lead the test for today while you sat and watched the progress until Admiral Cain is coming.

"Loud and clear. Takeoff precheck's complete. Ready for A.P.U start."

"Ready left engine start. Ready right engine start. Thumbs for taxi." All of the WCOs then give the thumbs up for Hondo "We are ready for taxi." You rest your back in your seat. You folded one of your arms on your stomach and other you raise your fist to your mouth and begin to bite at it.

"Tower, this is dark star. We are taxiing with information Alpha."

"Dark star, you are clear to taxi. Runway 21. Winds 210, 10." The traffic controller gives clearance for Maverick .

"Fuel temps are looking good."

"Control concurs."

"Battery's holding at 95%. The cabin pressure looks good."

"Control concurs."

"Tower, this is dark star. We're ready for takeoff. Requesting an unrestricted climb to 600 and above."

Traffic controller "Dark star, the runway and skies are yours."

You heard on your headphone that Admiral Cain just pulled up on the gate, you stopped fidgeting and looked at Hondo. Hondo looked at you with consent for a sec and looked back to the screen to tell Maverick through the radio.

"Maverick, Cain just pulled up to the gate. It's not too late to stop, buddy. You know what happens to you if you go through with this." Hondo told him.

"I know what happens to everyone else if I don't," Maverick muttered, his mind already set. You saw everyone in the room look at the screen with hope. They're like family to you, working side by side for a year and they've to go back to working in the boring facility while waiting for a new program called to them if this program got shut down.

Hondo tilted his head down. "Dark star is ready for takeoff."

You touch Hondo's hand, he lifts his gaze to you. You nodded at him reassuring him that we should try this. Hondo let out a deep sigh and begin to prepare for take-off.

"Everyone, go for takeoff, starting with the engine."

"Engine, go."

"Thermals, go."

"Fuel, go."

"Electric, go."

"Control surfaces, go."

All of the WCOs cleared Maverick for takeoff. "Dark star, control. You're cleared for takeoff."

You let out a sigh when Maverick takeoff the plane. The real test has started. "Dark star, you are cleared above 600. Increase to Mach 3.5.

"Cleared above 600. Increase to Mach 3.5."

The door to the control room is slammed open and Admiral Cain walked inside, he looked pissed "Admiral. Uh, just in time, sir." Hondo great him. Admiral Cain took off his aviator.

"I'm early. So are you. Care to explain?" He asked harshly. He looked at you, but you glare at him and rolled your eyes. You looked back to the screen in front of you.

"Transitioning to scramjet." The Engines jet roaring.

"Uh, mav, Admiral Cain is asking..." Hondo furrowed his eyebrows

"Ordering." Cain corrects him.

"Ordering that we bring her down."

Maverick then imitates audio distortion "Op... oop... Alpha... three, oh... as sing... ach... Ive... 4, and... within six..." you can see humour on his face. You smile at him and bit your lips to suppress your laugh. Hondo turned to Cain

"This is where we've had trouble with comms, sir. It's the earth's curvature. It's called 'earth bulge.' " All of the WCOs in the room suppress their laugh at Cain's expression that looked pissed and confused.

"Did anyone offer you a coffee?" Hondo ask him, but Cain just raised his eyebrow to him "Okay." Hondo nodded and looked back to the screen.

The sound of the screen beeping reaches all of your attention "He's at Mach 7, pushing 8."

"Flight data?" Hondo asked the WCO

"Receiving. Data is good."

"Temperature's climbing. The response is still stable. We're feeling good."

The screen beeping with the increased speed "Mach 8.8. 8.9. Mach 9."

"He's the fastest man alive," Hondo whispered and shook his head in disbelief.

"Talk to me, goose." Your heartache every time Maverick call Goose's name. You begin fidgeting again in your seat.

The screen beeps every time Mav increase his speed "Mach 9.1. 9.2. Mach 9.3. 9.4. Approaching high hypersonic."

The warning beeps begin to appear "Windshield hot caution." The alarm begins blaring. You almost stand up from your seat. "Surface temp rising." You heard Maverick grunts and gasps. You stand up in your seat and looked closely at the screen. Maverick gasps and shouts out when the speed begins to close to Mach 10.

"Mach 10!" All of you in the room begin to cheer. You hug Hondo and he lifts you from the floor. You give Admiral Cain a smug smile and he rolled his eyes at you.

"Put that in your Pentagon budget!" One of the WCOs shout out to him and Cain whipped his head to him. You snorted and sit down again.

But this is when you begin to panic, Maverick always want to test his limits.

"Don't do it, baby" you muttered to the radio.

"Oh, don't do it. Don't do it." Hondo do the same but Maverick increase the speed to Mach 10.1 "oh shit"

You shook your head and rest your back on the chair. You put your hand on your temple and begin to massage them. At least he hit the Mach 10 he promise you.

"You got some balls, stick jockey. I'll give you that." Cain gritted his teeth and turn to you, he shook his head at you.

The alarm begins to blare and suddenly the screen turns black, lost connection to the plane. You jump on your seat with Hondo. "Maverick. Maverick!" Hondo tries to call him but no response.

Admiral Cain scoffed, he then turn to you "(Y/N), I need to talk to you. In your office" He turns around and leaves the room. People in the room looked at you, but you just give them a tight-lipped smile. You pat Hondo's shoulder and followed Admiral Cain to your office.

****

Admiral Cain sits on your chair in your office. You sit opposite him with your arms crossed.

He looked at the pictures you placed on your des. There's the picture of you, your sister, and him on your graduation day, and your picture with Maverick on your vacation in Bora-Bora, Maverick is shirtless with his black short and you wearing a white bikini. Maverick lift you from the ground, hand resting on your butt and your arms wrapped in his neck. He kisses you on the lips with his aviator still on. The background is sunset in Bora-Bora.

The second picture is you and Maverick kissing in at night in your hotel room with Eiffel Tower in the background.

Admiral Cain turns down your pictures with Maverick. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Congratulations, your program is successful" he rests his elbows on the table.

"Thanks to Maverick. If it weren't for him, maybe my program will be shut down by now" You scoffed at him.

He rests his back on the chair. "I'm not gonna thank that punk" He shook his head.

You tsk and let out a sigh. You place your hand on the table. "Dad, get over it, we've been together for two years now"

"And I still don't like him," He said sternly. You frowned and folded your arms again "You never like every man I date"

"I like that British boy" He shrugs and rests his back again on the chair.

"You threatened him by holding a gun in front of him" you exclaimed. You still remember when your sister told you what your dad doing to that poor boy. He is just a sweet little boy who you met through your physic class. You've been dating for three months back there. Your dad threatened him when he want to pick you up for a date. He run off immediately and cancelled your date that day.

You try to call him, try to talk to him in person but he avoided you. And next week, your friend told you he moved out back to England. You told your sister about this, and she said she saw dad threatening the poor boy by holding a gun in front of him.

You adore your dad, he raised you alone with your sister when your mom passed away when you were three years old. He became a single father with two daughters, and his work in the Navy made it very difficult for him, thanks to his Mom that helps your dad through this. Every time he got deployed, you and your sister gonna stay in your grandma's house. But sadly, your grandma passed away when you were in high school.

You remember crying over to him when he got deployed one day, you don't want with your Grandma or your sister, you just want him. He calm you down before going and make him late for deployment. Because of that, he get a suspended for a week.

"I just give him an example of what happens if he tries to hurt you, sweetheart. And Same goes for him" he pointed out to the frame he turn down.

"And next week he moved out back to England" you retorted. After this, you don't speak to him for a week. It tortures him, and you know that. After that, he agrees to never be involved in your love life again.

But he have his own way to make all of the men especially Navy men will go away from you. He'll make them stationed in the middle of a desert. Or send you to another country for a special mission.

But Maverick, he can't make him stay away from you. He even tries to make him discharged from the Navy, but again, he come back.

He knows who Maverick is. His reputation among every Admiral is not surprising. His relationship with Admiral Benjamin's daughter is always been talked about by every Admiral in the Navy.

But, he knows you're an Adult now. You're 30 years old and can choose what is bad or not for you. But he doesn't want you to end up like Benjamin's daughter.

Maverick tries to gain his trust and he almost falls with it. He gives you the Dark Star program and sends Maverick away to the desert, but somehow, he's back and becomes your tester pilot. And now you've been seeing each other every day for this past year and it's just made you and Mav grew closer.

He knows any of this because he always has his eyes on you.

Cain let out a sigh. "Look, I'm here isn't want to discuss about your love life. I'm here because They need you to test some weapons" he leaned closer and rest his arms on the desk.

"They? Or you?" You lifted your eyebrows to him.

"They, Pentagon, The Navy. They have an upcoming mission in four weeks" He remarked. You looked at him suspiciously. "Where?"

"CVN-71" He shrugs

You looked at him with wide eyes and scoffed "So you'll send me to the middle of Ocean now? Is this your way again to make me and Maverick broke up? Because it will not be happening. I love him dad" you looked at him like a kicked puppy. This is what he is afraid of, his little daughter loves a man beside him. And that man is Maverick. He really should shoot him with one of his drones while he's in Afghanistan.

"No, they really need you now. And I'll not bother you with Captain Mitchell again after this" He said to you softly.

"You said that last time, but you send me to Korea for four months, Dad" You exclaimed. And looked away from him.

Cain then let out a sigh "I mean it this time Sweetie" he said softly. You turn to him and looked at him in the eyes.

"If you mean it, you sign the paper in front of you" you nodded to the brown folder on top of your desk. On the cover is written "Cain Declaration".

He opens the folder and reads what is inside of it. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. "Okay, if it'll make you believe me" he took your pen from the desk and sign the paper. You smile triumphantly and took the folder when he's done signing the paper. "Good, and try to be nicer with him this time" you stand up from your seat.

"Not happening" he shook his head.

"You just sign this" you pointed to the folder in your hand.

"To accept your relationship with him, not be nice nor like him," he said sternly and pointed to the folder in your hand.

You smirked and pull out a folded paper in your trouser pocket "Op, I forget to tell you. There are two pages in here, where you have to be nice and treat him like your friend. If it's not, I'm gonna brought you to court" you open the door and walked out.

Cain shook his head with your demeanour "I still don't like him" he called out but you already walked away.

***

Maverick is escorted by two men holding guns behind him. You waited for him in the corner outside your office. You rest your back on the wall behind you and tap your foot patiently.

Maverick with his dirty flight suit, helmet in his hand, smiling when he looked at you waiting for him. He jogs up to you.

"Hey.." He stands in front of you and grins. You smile, when he thinks you're gonna hug him, you punch his chest hard. "Don't do that again you freak" he let out grunts and rub the sore part.

"Sorry darling" he gasps, he has to be careful with your punch, you have a good punch. You let out a sigh and wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, not caring about the dirty suit he wears. Mav snakes one arm to your waist and kisses your exposed neck.

The two men that escorted Maverick leaving you to give you sometimes. You know them because they were your Dad soldiers. You met them whenever you visit your dad in his office.

"Is your Dad already waiting for me?" He pull back and looked at you lovingly.

"Yup.." you nodded. Maverick let out a sigh, he tossed his head down and pursed his lips. "What he's gonna do this time, honorably discharge me or send me to another desert?" He lifts his eyebrows.

"I don't know, but I think he wouldn't do that again" you shrug. Maverick cock his eyebrows, confused why your dad didn't want to punish him anymore.

When he wants to ask why, one of the two men that escorted him before appears to inform him. "Sir, Admiral Cain is ready for you"

"I'll tell you later, now, go face him. And don't piss him too much" You pat his cheek. He gives you a cheeky smirk. "I'll try"

"I love you" He kisses your forehead and follows the man to your office.

"I love you too" you called out, he turn back and give you a small.

****

You wait for him in the waiting area near the entrance. When you saw him walk toward you with a smile on his face, you stand up. He placed his helmet on the table and stood in front of you.

"So, what did he say," you ask him. Maverick hug you tight and lift you from the ground, you let out a squeal.

"They called me back to Top Gun," he said happily. You smile nervousness at him. "Oh.."

Maverick frowned and looked at your expression, "hey, I know a nice place where we can live near the beach. We can go there by bike, you said you always want a road trip with me. How does it sound?"

You bit your lips and looked down, Maverick saw this and know something isn't right. He placed his finger under your chin and lift your face to look at him. He saw your sad look "What happens, darling. Talk to me" he cup your face softly.

"Baby, I'll have another mission. They want me to test some weapons for an upcoming mission" you hesitated. Maverick let out a sigh and bite his lips. He shakes his head, he knows is too good to be true.

"Where?" he looked at you again.

"CVN-71" you muttered.

" In the middle of the Ocean! That's too far, how can I reach you? Is this your dad's way to separate us again? Sending me to North Island and you to Ocean?" His face looked hurt. He frowned.

You shake your head and rest your hands on his biceps. "No baby no. I think this mission is really important because my dad would never send me to the middle of the Ocean. He said after this mission he wouldn't budge us again" Maverick sighed and brought you to his arms. You snake your arms to his mid-section and rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses your head and inhales your hair scent.

"He said that last time and send you to Korea" he muttered on your hairline.

"That's why I made him sign that" you turned to the folder on the table 'Declaration of Cain'. Maverick chuckled and just hug you tight  "But I'm gonna miss you"

"I'm gonna miss you too. We still can call or face time" you shrug in his arms.

"Why the world is so cruel. I just wanna be with my girl, have her in my arms every day" he muttered dramatically. You lift your head from his shoulder and wrap your arms in his neck. You smile and rolled your eyes at his frown.

You leaned toward him and kiss him. Maverick smile and gladly kiss you back. He cup your cheeks and deepened the kiss. Your kiss doesn't go further when someone clears their throat. You drift apart and saw your father standing beside you two with a disgust looked on his face.

"(Y/N), your chopper is ready. Your gonna take off now" he nodded at you. Maverick widened his eyes. "Right now!? We didn't even say goodbye" He stood beside you and wrap his arms on your shoulder.

"You already said your goodbye." He told him harshly. Cain then turned to you "C'mon (Y/N)" He walked away to the tarmac where Chopper already waiting.

"I love you, Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell" You smiled at him and hug him one more.

"I love you too, (Y/N) Cain" he kisses your forehead. You entangled yourself from him and follow your father outside. Maverick saw you with frowned through the glass door until you climb into the Chopper and flew leaving him alone. Once again.

He let out a deep sigh and the soldiers that gonna escorted him before, called him. "Sir.." they'll take him to his quarter.

Maverick know, he'll gonna meet you again soon, he just know it. He just has to survive whatever waiting for him on North Island.

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Can you do an fic where maverick mitchell comforts the reader after something really bad happens and she struggles to take care of her mental health at that time

evermore (ft. bon iver) — taylor swift.

pairing [s] : pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : mental health

a/n [s] : ty for the request!

“Lieutenant L/N, you're grounded from today until the assigned therapist alerts that it's okay.”

Where you're sitting on the leather chair, staring at your higher-up as he tells you the news that will kill you. You always reach for the skies, and your fighter jet takes you there. Your sanity was based on how high up you could fly before the pressure began to hurt.

“I understand this news isn't what you wanted to hear today.”

Of course it wasn't. You were expecting another admiral to yell at you for your tricky behavior in the skies. How it was a million dollar project by the government and it doesn't give you the right to fly it childishly.

“Thank you. You're excused now.”

You stand up and it feels like the room is closing in and out on itself. You push the door open and walk outside. Goose and Maverick are standing against the wall, noses high in the air. Maverick was your (what you had believed) boyfriend. He had courted you a few times on base, somehow grasping you on the first day of the academy.

“Y/N, hey, what's happening? What did he tell you?”

Maverick falters from his position, and runs up next to where you're walking. You look over at him, and you can feel how your lip quivers. You could be yelled at a million times, you could take anything. But, when it came to your jet and the skies, it absolutely killed you.

“They grounded me.”

Maverick puts his hand on your arm, and bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. The tears blur your vision and you attempt to cover your face and wipe away the tears that gather.

“Here, come over to my place tonight. I have a surprise that'll make you feel better.”

Maverick tells you, kissing your cheek and he gives you a second-long hug before running back to where Goose is whispering across the hallway at him. You go to the locker room and pack up your things into your backpack. The flight suit that's in your locker makes you waver and you slam the door closed.

You drive home to your house, and fall to the couch. The picture of your jet and you makes you sick to see, you slam the picture down face down. You pull the blanket over you and curl up into yourself. All of your feelings start to pour out of you into the couch below you. Tears, anger, and sadness that was crushed up inside of you.

You stayed there. The television played some random TV show and all you did was stay there. You didn't get you for, had you guessed, three hours until you heard the knocks on the door. The sound of grocery bags and humming enters your house.

“Hey, I went to the store and got us a new tape, some greasy drive thru dinner, and a dessert.”

Pete walks in to the living carrying take out bags and CVS ones. You give him a small smile and sit up on the couch. He always made you feel a little better; how seeing his face made you smile. He walks over and sets the bags down on the coffee table. Pete sits and gives your temple a small kiss before pulling out the food.

“How are you feeling? I’ve been grounded before, it feels horrible.”

You frown and lay against Pete. He wraps his arms around you and you push into his chest. If you had to be honest, he smells like jet fuel and his rosemary-mint shampoo and conditioner. For some reason it was your favorite smell of yours, how it stayed on your bedsheets in the morning.

“It won't feel like this forever. Soon, you'll be back in the sky, somehow beating me in every damn race.”

Your lips tug into a smile and you laugh a bit. Pete gives you a smile, and rubs your back gently. The food is left forgotten as you lay against Pete.

“I’m thankful you're here. I probably would've just laid here, sad and lonely.”

Pete smiles at your confession.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here because I love you. I’ll take care of you until we're both old and wrinkly., still flying our jets high.”

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