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ofstoriesandstardust · 11 months

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you’ll lose your faith for a bit and question if she's you (b.r.b.)

a/n: i’ve been working on this for nearly a year. this is my first pride month fully confident and (mostly) open about my bisexuality. i think sometimes it gets taken for granted, knowing/being allowed to explore your sexuality at a young age. therefore, i wanted to write something i saw a little more me in. happy pride month. you’re loved and valid, no matter what label you choose for yourself.

summary: Rebel has a life-changing realization.

title comes from “you might not like her” by maddie zahm

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse

warnings: denial of sexuality, internalized biphobia, mentions of past icemav, MavDad, mentions of DADT, alcohol mentions, swearing,

word count: 4.2k

"She’s so pretty.”

Hangman shifts, turning to look at you. “I agree.”

“I mean, really, she’s gorgeous.”

“Who’s pretty?” Coyote leans over, looking at the phone.

“Hailee Steinfeld.” You respond.

“Second that. Why’re you looking at pictures of her?”

“I think she was in the movie we watched last night.” Hangman responds, nodding down to his phone, looking through her IMDb.

“Oh, what movie? I’ve probably seen it, I love her.” You ask.

“That Bumblebee movie. I don’t know, Hangman picked it.” Coyote responds, throwing his hands up in the air.

You made a face. “God, that’s one of her worst films. Didn’t Dylan O’Brien voice Bumblebee? I can’t remember. Anyways, why would you pick that? She’s in so many better movies. Like the Pitch Perfect franchise does exist. Movie full of pretty women if I’ve ever seen it.”

Hangman turned in his chair fully, face full of confusion. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“You keep-ow.” Hangman turned, glaring at his boyfriend. Your eyes flitted between the blonde and your best friend, who had just pinched his boyfriend and was shooting him a look through narrowed eyes.

“Okay.” You say, laughing nervously. “Moving on. I’m hungry, so... food?”

“Javy, I think your best friend is gay.”

“No shit.” His eyebrow raised in question as his boyfriend shifted to sit up against the headboard.

“Really? Did I miss the memo?”

Javy sighs, reaching up to run a hand over his face. “No. I don’t think she knows and it’s not really my place to speculate on her sexuality.”

Jake watched the rise and fall of his boyfriends bare chest, admiring the glint of the dog tags in the moonlight. “But?”

“But there’s a really good chance she’s bi.”

“She ever say anything to you over the years?”

He shakes his head, shifting to look at Hangman in the eye. “No, but she’s said all this stuff, like she did this morning, over the years that has just... made me wonder. And she tries so hard to be an ally that sometimes I think she’s compensating for something.” Hangman reaches a hand out to his boyfriend, intertwining their fingers. “I tried once, about a month after we came out to the team. She was super defensive, adamant she was straight, and got pretty panicked so I dropped it. Haven’t brought it up since.” Jake catches his bottom teeth in his lips as he let out a sigh.

“So basically she’s so far in the closet she can’t even see it?” Javy shrugs.

“Maybe. Like I said, not my place to speculate. She’ll figure out or she won’t. That’s up to her.”

“Yeah, but don’t you think she’d be happier? If she knew that about herself?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Why are you so interested in my best friend’s sexuality all of the sudden?”

He sighs, letting his boyfriends hand drop as he moves to place his back against the headboard, crossing his arms. “Because. I remember what it was like to be so far in the closet the mere suggestion of being anything but straight made me want to run for the hills. Made me want shove anyone who suggested it off my plane over an ocean.” He tilts his head, looking to his boyfriend. “I also know that when I stopped hiding from who I was, stopped being scared, I was a lot happier. Felt a lot freer.” He swallows, reaching out to pick off a piece of lint from his sweatpants. “I also know she carries a lot of weight.”

“I just don’t know what she’s running from. If she is, I mean. Maverick would love and support her, so would Rooster. We would obviously and she doesn’t have a thing to worry about with the rest of the team.”

“Maybe she thinks Rooster will break-up with her. Kind of a life-changing realization, you know?”

“Rooster’s down bad for her, he ain’t going anywhere.”

“Not if she’s not into men.”

Javy moves, pushing himself off the headboard.

“You really think that?” The words are sharp, a little bit defensive, and Jake winces. “You, what, think she just stays with him because she loves him but that’s not enough?”

“No, Javy-”

“Then what, Jake? Think she’s got some internalized biphobia she’s projecting on to herself? This is my best friend you’re talking about.”

“Maybe she is Javy.” Jake whispers and Javy roll his eyes, reaching over to grab a pillow. “Hey, where are you going?” He asks as Coyote moves off the bed and towards the door.

“Sleeping on the couch. Don’t wanna hear this about her.”

“Javy, c’mon, come back. We don’t need to fight about this.” Javy spins on his heel.

“You drop it. Doesn’t matter whether she is or isn’t. Isn’t either of our places to discuss this or bring it up to her.”

Jake sighs. “I just think that maybe she’d be happier.”

“Regardless if she is or isn’t, she needs to figure that out on her own.” Coyote says firmly, but he’s already inching back towards the bed as Jake watches him carefully.

He throws his hands up into the air in surrender. “Fine, I’ll drop it. Please just come back to bed.” Javy nods, already climbing back onto the mattress, bouncing softly in Hangman’s awaiting arms.

You’re standing at the bar, talking to Penny amidst the loud chatter of the Hard Deck when Hangman slips an arm around you. He bends closer to your ear, words hushed.

“Hey, can I talk to you outside?” You nod, picking your beer up from the counter and waving to Penny as she moves farther down to serve other customers. You follow Hangman, weaving your way through the crowd, and once outside, you’re quick to slip off your shoes as you reach the sand. He nods his head to further down the beach. “Wanna go sit?”

“Sure.” You say, taking a sip of your beer. You follow him to a good distance away from the Hard Deck and follow his lead, settling into the sand. He sighs, setting his beer on the sand and bringing his arms to rest on his knees.

“Listen, um, we gotta talk about something.” You swallow, setting your drink down as well.

“Okay.”

He sighs, rubbing his hands together. “Before I came out, before I met Javy, I was... I was very in denial about who I was. Kept thinking something was wrong with me and kept screwing all these girls just to prove I was straight. I don’t know who I was trying to prove it to, myself maybe. And that shit... it was lonely. It was a heavy burden to carry. I’m glad I don’t have to anymore.”

You watch him carefully. Contrary to popular belief, you and Hangman were actually quite close. He’d never be Coyote but he knew when to keep it real with you and you appreciated the realness of your friendship more than anything.

Weird how things changed.

“How’d you know?” You hear yourself asking. You aren’t sure why. You’re straight.

“I don’t know, I guess when I met Javy I had this oh moment. Everything about me sort of made sense. I was still a few years out from learning to deal with it but something clicked.”

You bit your bottom lip, turning his words over in his head. You still weren’t sure why the two of you were having this conversation. “Where you going with this Hangman?”

“Do you ever feel that way? Like you have to prove something to yourself or that you’re carrying a heavy burden? Waiting for an oh moment?” You give a half-shrug, mouth gaping open. He sighs again, sitting back to rest on his palms. His gaze moves from you to the full moon on the horizon. “Are you gay?”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. You don’t respond, simply looking at him with wide eyes. He finally drags his gaze backs to you but holds firm, unwilling to back down. Finally, you force yourself to start breathing again, coughing nervously. You shake your head, looking down at the sand. “N-no, I’m not Seresin.”

“It’d be okay, if you were.”

“Yes, I’m very aware that it would be. But I’m not.” He tilts his head in acknowledgement and begins to stand up from the sand. All you can do is watch him.

“Okay, well, I mean, it just wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you were into girls.”

“I’m straight Seresin.”

You were... weren’t you?

“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” He picks his beer up from the sand, turning on his heel to head back towards the bar. You sit there bewildered, turning his words over in your head.

Still, there was some part of you that felt unsettled. Like Jake had prodded at something dormant just enough to wake it up.

You sat on your bed, trying to remember what you were doing. You groaned, running a hand over your face. A soft knock sounded at your door and you looked up to see Rooster leaning against the open door. His smile was soft but you’d known him long enough to see the concern in his eyes.

“Hey.” You whisper softly.

Ever since your conversation with Hangman, one that hadn’t really been a conversation at all, things in your world felt off-kilter. You felt like you were waiting for the band to snap, like for the realization to come, the thing that would change everything as you knew it. You’d been sick to your stomach most days, unable to sleep.

Admittedly, you had always wondered. Maybe a little bit more so after Javy had come out. But there was never enough to prove to yourself that you were that you had always brushed the thought off, burying it deep down. And now it was resurfacing in waves, questions and fears drowning you.

You weren’t... You were straight. You were sure of it.

...Right?

“-you listening?” You shake your head, eyes flickering back up to your boyfriend. His smile was still there but you could tell it was more forced than anything.

“Yeah, sorry, just zoned out for a minute.” You say, waving a hand. “What were you saying?”

He sighs, straightening up and crossing his arms. “Coyote told me you bailed. Third time this week. He’s worried.”

You shrug. “Just needed some time to myself.” He nods slowly, as if he doesn’t quite believe you.

You wouldn't believe you either.

“Hey, are you okay? You haven’t really been yourself lately.”

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as you hear your Dad’s footsteps in the hallway. He appears just a few moments later over Rooster’s shoulder and he shifts to allow him room to lean up against the other side of the doorway.

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come out to the hangar tomorrow? For the long weekend?” You nod, even though it’s the last thing you want to do with how messy your brain has been lately.

“Sure.” You look to your boyfriend. “Want to come with us?” Your Dad sighs, straightening up, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Actually, I was thinking it could be just us kiddo.”

“Oh.” You say, frowning slightly. “Am I in trouble?” He shakes his head.

“No. Hey, you okay? You got anything you want to talk about?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I’m fine.”

Just like how you’re straight?

You brush the thought off, moving to stand up from the bed. “I beg to differ.” Rooster mutters and you shoot him a glare.

“I’m fine. Now I’m tired so if the two of you would kindly-” You motion for them to shoo and they both sigh, exchanging a glance.

“Its like... 7 PM.” Your Dad says, glancing at his watch.

“Well- I’m exhausted, so I’m going to bed early.”

Exhausted of running from who you are?

Rooster gives you a wary look before conceding, moving a few feet to give you a kiss. It’s short and feels forced and sends a wave of cold over you. He grimaces as he pulls away and doesn’t say anything as he steps back, slipping past your Dad. Your Dad sighs, stepping back and closing your bedroom door behind him. You sit back down on your bed, trying to swallow the tears.

You watch as your Dad swings his leg over his chair, settling back with his coffee in one hand and the paper in the other.

Who still reads the paper?

Who denies their sexuality?

You swallow, looking up at your Dad. The two of you were meant to drive back tonight and if you wanted to have this conversation, your window was quickly closing.

“Hey Dad?” He hums, not looking up from his paper. “Did you ever... Were you ever...”

“Spit the question out kiddo.” He says with a chuckle, eyes still skimming over the paper.

You take a deep breath, trying to steel yourself to ask what is a mildly inappropriate question.

Still, you’d always looked to your Dad for guidance and if anybody would have some to offer you right now, it’d be him.

“Were you ever with a man?”

He grunts. “Where is this going?”

“Humor me, please?”

“Does this have to do with why you haven’t been acting like yourself lately?”

“Yeah.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I was, but-”

“Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. My real question is- Well, how did you know? that you were like... interested.”

He tilts his head as he finally meets your gaze. “My story is a bit more like Jake’s. For so long, I hid any part of me that thought I might feel that way and then-” His face raises in a smile, clearly thinking back to some happier memory. “Then I met someone who changed all that. Everything just felt right with him and suddenly that part of myself I tried to keep hidden from myself and the world clicked into place. It stopped feeling like something was missing.”

A silence falls between the two of you a you turn the words over in your head and he turns back to his paper.

“Were you and Ice ever...” You wave your hand as he looks up at you, pausing mid-sip. “Together?” He sighs, and carefully sets both of them on the table in front of him. He eyes you carefully from where your back is pressed up the feet of the other chair, making a home on the rug placed in the hangar.

“Yeah, we were.”

“Oh.” You hear yourself saying, ears ringing with finally getting the truth after years.

“That’s it?”

You shrug. “Well, I mean I always suspected but I don’t know-” He nods, still looking at you ever intently as you begin to pick at the rug.

“Yeah, we got together after that photo of us was taken. You know the one.”

You did.

“Anyways, we were together for a few years, but- it was hard. Especially with Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. I’ve loved your godfather, and I did until the day he died. But it was hard, being in the Navy, dealing with Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, and we both agreed it was better to love each other and still be friends than go down in ruins. Was going to tell you but you got older and closer with Ice and it just- never came up.”

You swallow, nodding. “Cool.”

“Is everything okay?” You sit there for a moment, turning everything over in your head. You knew, but you were so scared. It was like two sides of you were warring, what you knew desperately fighting with what you feared. “Hey, talk to me kiddo. What’s going on?”

You continued to sit there, tears beginning to form. Finally, you found the courage to say the words that were right there-

“Dad, I think I’m bi.”

The words are no more than a whisper but he hears them all the same. He didn’t say anything, just continued to observe you. A few more tears begin to slip down your face, and then a few more, and then more, and soon you were struggling to wipe them all away as your Dad stood up from his seat to sit on the floor with you. He’s quick to wrap you in a hug, a kiss being placed to the top of your head.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.”

You shake your head, swallowing. “It’s not.” You whisper. He holds you close, tucking your head into his shoulder. “How can it be okay? I’m in my fucking 30′s, in a long-term committed relationship with the person I want to marry, and I figure out I’m into women. It changes everything.”

“It doesn’t have to.” He whispers.

“How could it not?” Your voice is thick, the tears still bubbling out of you. “He’s gonna hate me, like I lied or-”

“Hey.” He says firmly, adjusting you to be able to look you in the eye while still holding on you. “Give Brad a little more credit than that, please. He’s loved every part of you since you were kids and through all your years apart. He’s going to love this part of you too.”

“I’m bisexual.” You whisper, the words prompting a new round of tears. “It feels really good to say that.”

Your Dad pulls you back to his chest, squeezing you tight. “I’m glad you’ve finally found yoruself.”

You glance up from your phone, the text from Bradley sitting on your phone like it’s taunting you.

Text me when you get home please.

I love you.

“This isn’t our house.”

Your Dad turns the ignition off. “Nope.”

You blink, turning to your Dad. “Are you really making me have this conversation with him now?”

He shrugs. “You can tell Brad whatever you want, but I figured you'd probably want to see him.”

You sigh, sliding your seatbelt off. As always, your Dad was right.

You did want to see Bradley. You longed for a hug and for him to tell you that everything would be alright, that he’d still love you just like he always had.

“And kid?”

You pause, looking up at him as you climb out of the car.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really proud of you.”

You swallow.

“Thanks Dad.”

You climb out out the car, giving your Dad a wave as he drives off you. You sigh, pulling out your keys and thumbing through until you find the one that you had had since you were eleven years old, the key you’d never let go of, even in the years you didn’t speak to the person who inhabited this home.

You blink tears away at the thought it may one day become your home. That tonight could mean it would never be your home.

“Bradley?” You call out, toeing your shoes off by the entryway, straining for the sounds of him.

“In the kitchen, honey.” He calls back and you can hear him moving around. You enter the kitchen, hovering by the door.

Bradley’s cooking, sitting something on the stove, a towel slung on his shoulder as he tastes the sauce. He perks up at the sight of you, smiling. “Hey honey.”

“Hi. Sorry for dropping by unannounced.”

He shakes his head, holding a hand out for you. “You’re never a bother. Come try the sauce. Tash sent me the recipe for her grandmother’s and I’ve been tweaking it to perfection.”

He holds out the spoon for you to take but all you can do is stare.

“We need to talk.”

Bradley swallows, pulling back slowly. “Okay...” He trails off, leaning over to turn the stove off. “Do you want talk about it over dinner?”

You shake your head, glancing at the food. It looks and smells incredible, but you feel like throwing up, feeling the truth claw it’s way out of your throat on it’s own.

“Now please?” You say, voice cracking.

He nods. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it.”

He looks so earnest and honest in his words, so sure that whatever you have to say to him couldn’t change how he feels about you, that you start to believe it too.

You feel the tears stinging at your eyes as Bradley waits patiently.

“I’m not- I don’t mean to spring this on you or- or- I don’t want you to think I’ve lied about this or intentionally hid it from you-”

He grabs your hand, squeezing it before running his thumb over your knuckles. “Honey, you’re okay.” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay.”

You take a shuddering breath, leaning into his smell and the way he feels like home.

“Bradley, I’m- I’m bisexual.” You whisper.

It feels as though all sound is cut off as you watch him intently, not sure if seconds or hours ar epassing, anxiously waiting for him to tell you that he just couldn’t be with someone like that.

Rationally, you knew he’d never do that to you. You hoped he’d still love you just as you are, even with this new discovery of yours.

“If you wanna break up with me, I’d understand.”

Bradley’s face falls and he pulls you into a hug. “Oh, honey, no.”

You wrap your arms around him, desperate to find some sort of comfort.

“Honey, this would never, ever change how I feel about you or what we have. How could it? This is just one more part of you that I get to love and I’m so glad it’s something you were able to discover about yourself. I’m so happy you felt like you could share it with me.”

You swallow, tears still brimming in your eyes as you pull back to look him in the eye.

This time though, it wasn’t from fear but from the feeling sitting in you at the way he looked at you.

He gives you a soft smile, one of his hands reaching up to move some of your hair. “Besides, I’ve always had a suspicion.”

You raise an eyebrow, letting out a choked laugh. “You did? How?”

“Do you remember your friend Lexi from high school? Yeah, no one was ever really sure you two were just friends.”

“What?” You question. “I wasn’t into her like that.”

“Well, now I know that, but back then...” He shrugs, leaning up against the countertop. “I don’t know, Sli used to have this theory you were just dating Ben as a cover.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” You mutter, reaching up to brush some of the tears away with a shake of your head.

Bradley smiles softly, knowing there's no real heat behind your statement. Your Uncle Slider had always been able to see things in a way no one else could, reading past the lies and bullshit.

Maybe the years of putting up with Mav and Ice had taught him how.

“Do you feel better?”

You nod, leaning into his touch. “Feels like a weight has been lifted, I guess. Like everything makes sense.”

He ducks to press a kiss to your cheek. “Good. That’s how it should be.” He turns back to the stove, retrieving his spoon. “Will you try the sauce now?”

You quirk an eyebrow, letting out a watery chuckle. “I have to admit I was expecting us to have a longer discussion about this.” You say, although you take the spoon anyways.

He shrugs as he places the spoon in the sink after you nod, giving him your approval. “It doesn’t have to be. It can just be as simple as that if you want it to be.” He pauses, facing you. “Why? Do you want us to have a longer conversation about it?”

You give a half-shrug, sighing. “Not- not really? It doesn’t change anything for me, I still love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you still want that, of course.”

He sighs, reaching out for you again. “I want to be here however long you want me here. You trusted me with something deeply personal and that means so much to me. I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

You take his, intertwining your fingers with his. “I know.” You whisper.

He smiles. “Good.” He turns back to the stove. “Now, let’s get some food in you. Can’t imagine Mav cooked anything halfway decent this weekend.”

You laugh, reaching for the bowls out of the cabinet so Bradley can scoop the pasta up into the ceramic dishes. He tells you about his weekend as the two of you settle in the couch, close to one another. Bradley’s body heat isn’t the only reason feel warmth, the love you feel brining a certain type of peace you rarely experienced.

Later, after the two of you have had a couple of glasses of wine and are on your second helping of food, you remember your conversation with your Dad earlier in the day.

You pause in your bite, fork halfway to your mouth. “By the way, I learned something today about Dad.”

“Hm?” He prompts, shoving a bite of pasta in his mouth.

“He and Ice hooked up in ‘86.”

Bradley chokes.

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Spring, 2020 - North Island Naval Base

Chapter 5 Part 1 of You Are My Soulmate

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Two months. You've been back to work for just about two months now and it feels even more like you're under a microscope than before. It feels like all eyes are on you, all the time and you hate it. You hate more that you haven't seen Bradley even once since that day. Add to that the fact that you haven't been able to go home and the added pressures of possibly being court martialed and you just want this all to be done.

Disclaimers: Misogynistic speech. Mentioned Homosexual Relationships. Angst. Flagrant disregard for protocols or Authority. Angst. Anguish.

This content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting tag-list requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story.

Warnings: Female!Reader

Word Count: 3056

A/N: Here’s Chapter 5 of YAMS! We're going to continue to see the far-reaching ripples of Hawk's actions. We're also going to get some cute Macheresin and IceMav because I couldn't help myself. As always, your reblogs and comments make me so happy! Feel free to drop me an ask if you want to chat about this chapter or any of my other works!

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Tinkerbell

It's been three months since Bradley Bradshaw's accident. You only had your medical leave to prepare yourself for what would unfold once you were back on base. It wasn't enough. You knew the rumors would be floating around, that there would be sharks in the chum infested water, waiting for you to show any sign of weakness, a single cut even, to attack. Hawk's interviews, exposes, and tell-alls exacerbated that. You hadn’t even parked before everyone was looking at you with curious eyes. Everyone seemed to want to know why you’d actually been out for so long and if Hawk was right or just full of shit. But your lips are sealed. Under orders from Admirals Bates, Simpson and Mitchell you couldn’t say a word.

The scrutiny is nothing like you’ve ever faced before and you hate every minute of it. The worst part seems to be how you no longer have any credibility as an AMDO. Your first day back on base, you’d been introduced to Commander Grayson. He’s in charge of your team while you’re under investigation. Everything you do is immediately automatically examined by him, and logically you know why. He’s brilliant - your team is under extremely competent leadership under him. Were it under other circumstances you would love to learn from and work with him. But right now, you hate it. The drone project? That’s out of your hands and right into his. The inspections and adjustments occurring on North Island? Those are out of your hands as well. All you’re trusted to do, it seems, is work on paperwork and avoid the chatter that seems to spring up every time you walk into a room.

But the worst part of it all is how you’ve been blocked from seeing Bradley at every turn. You know he’s awake. Admiral Mitchell had been kind enough to tell you as much, that first day you were back on base, something the bond between you had hinted to as well. But Commander Grayson dogs your every move while you’re on base, even going so far as to have lunch with you, while Jake and Javy dog your every move off base. You haven’t slept in your own bed once in those three months either. With the paparazzi still camping out on your front lawn, you’re still sleeping in Jake and Javy’s spare room.

You haven’t had the chance to see how Bradley’s doing at all, and it hurts. The ache in your chest that you’d felt when Bradley’s jet exploded still throbs dully under your skin. That particular pain hasn’t faded even a little. The only time it had was the one night you’d managed to slip out of Jake and Javy’s house under the cover of night and sneak away to the hospital. You’d sweet talked a nurse into letting you up into Bradley’s room by mentioning he was your soulmate and held one of his big hands between your own. That night was the first in which you felt your heart beating in its rhythm again. It had been so easy, to press kisses against his knuckles and pray that he’d be okay, that he’d wake up again. You’d spoken to him until your voice was gone and snuck out at dawn with an exhausted body but a mostly settled mind. That one night felt far too short. Even knowing that Bradley is okay isn't enough. A part of you isn't sure that your mind will be at ease until you speak to him.

Your worry for Bradley is one of the only things fueling you as you trudge through base one bright morning. It's not quite so hot just yet, and you'd normally be ecstatic, making plans to drive out of the city for some fun. But just because the weather is better doesn't mean that your mood is. And then you walk into the AMDO hangar to see Commander Grayson, Admirals Mitchell and Simpson as well as two people in full khakis with JAG insignias pinned to their shoulders and on their chests. They’re introduced to you as Commanders Marks and Greybank.

"Lieutenant Commander, if you'd come with us? We have a few questions about the incidents that happened right here on North Island." It's the female JAG Commander, Marks, who speaks to you first. Her expressionless face rivals Commander Grayson's as he stands at a textbook perfect parade rest with one eyebrow cocked behind her.

You half expect to be locked up in a tiny windowless room with hot lights shining into your face and mercilessly interrogated. But maybe you've been watching too many movies and tv shows recently. What you get instead is a conference room, one of the nice ones where visiting Admirals have their meetings. Through the broad windows, you can see planes taking off from the tarmac. But you feel rather like you have a spotlight shining down on you regardless.

"Tinkerbell?" Lieutenant Marks' voice takes you by surprise. "Can I call you, Tinkerbell?" At her surprisingly gentle question, you nod.

"Alright, then. Tinkerbell," She sips carefully on her coffee before straightening out the notebook and pen in front of her. "What happened this year in Hangar Three during your first AMDO inspection on base?"

You’re more than a little taken aback by the question, expecting all of the questions they have for you to be ones about Bradley’s accident and your collapse during it. It must show on your face as well, since you’re asked to sit and once you do so, are asked the question again. Your voice is nearly too quiet as you start relaying the events of that day, including as many details as you remember, noting how they have your paperwork from that day in front of them. They’re cross referencing everything you say with the accounts in the reports, and it surprises you to see they have more than just your reports in front of them. They have statements from the Dagger Squad, the Admirals and even members of the Top Gun class in front of them. If your theory is right, they seem to want little to do with you at all and instead want all of the information they can get on Hawk. You finally ask why after the recess they allow you for lunch.

“Commanders, if I could ask a question?” Your voice is hesitant. They’ve already taken far too many notes about Bradley’s accident and your own subsequent hospitalization. You’ve had to disclose your suspicions that you’re his soulmate as well. Things already don’t look good for you, but you just have to know.

“Why are you focusing so much on Lieutenant Junior Grade Taylor’s movements and actions over the past few months?” The question spills out of you in a deluge of sound. Your ears feel like they’re ringing as the Commanders look at each other before looking at you.

“Lieutenant Commander,” Commander Greybank’s voice sounds incredibly gentle, “Tinkerbell. Did nobody tell you why we were here?”

“No.” You’re quiet, your eyes focused on the way your hands clutch at each other, the knuckles white from the force of your grip.

“We’re your defense team.” Your head jolts up fast, shock parting your lips in disbelief. "Admiral Simpson called us as a special favor."

Marks picks up where her co-counsel leaves off. "Admiral Simpson believes you're innocent. We have evidence of that as well. We have video footage of your hangar, showing exactly who was around Lieutenant Bradshaw's jet while it was supposed to be under repair. We have, of course, footage of the maintenance crew and footage of you, Lieutenants Seresin and Bradshaw early that morning. But we also have footage of Lieutenant Junior Grade Taylor lurking about the jet. We have footage of him removing a part from the engines and walking away."

“I knew he didn’t like me, but why would he do that?” You’re reeling, your hands shaking as they drag the laptop forward so you can view the footage. Your chest aches as you try desperately to breathe despite the panic taking over your body.

“He nearly killed my soulmate.” You’re not sure if the Commanders hear you as tears drip down your cheeks. “He made me believe that I’d killed my soulmate.”

“How sure are you that Lieutenant Bradshaw is your soulmate?” It’s a question you should have expected, though it does give you pause.

You swallow harshly, trying to order your flurried thoughts. “I’ve had all my soulmarks fulfilled by him. We have five.” At the shocked look on Commander Marks’ face, you have to grin, the action grim and small. “I’m sure that all five point to him. But I’m even more sure that he doesn’t know, or if he suspects, has convinced himself of something different.”

“We can use this information, if you’d like, to build your defense. We’d keep it as a last resort in case Taylor or his counsel try to bring it up. Does anybody else know your suspicions?” Commander Greybank looks rather overprotective as he spits out Hawk’s last name like it’s poison.

“Yes, my best friend and his soulmate.” It doesn’t surprise you at all that they want Jake and Javy’s contact info. “And there’s a Doctor on base too? Their name should be in my medical file from when I collapsed. Admirals Simpson and Bates are aware as well.”

“And what about Admiral Mitchell?”

“I’m afraid I’m not sure if he’s aware or not. He wasn’t by my bedside when I collapsed, and I was put on medical leave immediately afterward.” You sip on your water, wetting your parched throat before continuing. “It is possible that either Admiral Simpson or Admiral Bates told Admiral Mitchell about my suspicions.”

“We’ll have to get in touch with Admiral Mitchell and his husband then.” You blink at the words. Since when is Admiral Mitchell married?

“Tink, there is going to be a lot of media attention surrounding this trial. Especially when the reporters come to know that you and Lieutenant Bradshaw are soulmates.” You’re well aware of that fact, sadly. “Is there someplace safe you can go when you’re not on base?”

“With Lieutenants Seresin and Machado. Reporters have been camped out on my front lawn since Taylor’s first interview.” The anger in the Commanders’ faces has you shrinking a little. “And nobody from the Navy has even offered to protect you?”

At your nod, they share a glance and then dismiss you for the day. Your mind is still reeling as you meet Jake and Javy at their pick-up truck a couple of hours later. They’re content to talk to each other and leave you to your brooding as you glance out of the window. In the reflections on the window, you can see Jake and Javy, the ease in how they act with each other. Their love reminds you of your parents, sitting in the backseat of your family’s station wagon as a small girl and witnessing how they were always together, no matter how difficult life was. It's been far too long since you've called home, you realize, aching suddenly for your mom's home cooking and to hear your dad's terrible jokes.

But you can't call home. Not yet. They don't need to know about the disaster that has been your soulmate search. Not now. And so long as this thing stays out of the national news, you have time to tell them. Time to find the words. But more than your parents you need to talk to Bradley Bradshaw. You need to apologize. You need to hug him close. You need to tell him how sorry you are for not telling him your suspicions before you nearly lost him.

Jake and Javy help you forget your worries, just a little bit once you're home. They make you smile and laugh as Jake whips up dinner and all three of you dig into the sumptuous meal with a glass of red nearby. But your mind keeps straying back to the question of you and Bradley Bradshaw, over and over again. You’re being a bad friend, you’re sure, and an even worse guest, but you can’t seem to get out of your own head.

You come back to yourself lying on the sofa with Jake wrapped around you.

“Hey Tinky-Tink. You back with us, pretty girl?” You nod robotically, your mind spinning but your voice locked up behind chains that you can’t seem to break even if you tried.

“What’s going on, pretty girl? You’re scaring us, sweetheart. We’re your family, aren’t we? Then how come you can’t tell us, tell me, what’s going on in your head?” You curl in closer, reveling in the heat of Jake’s embrace, in the knowledge that your brother, though not in blood, will always protect you.

When your mouth opens, long after Javy joins the two of you and settles on the floor by the sofa, it’s to ask a question you’ve never asked of your friends before.

“How did you know, Jake?” It’s a whisper, barely audible over the rustle of your clothing. “How did you know that Javy was your soulmate?”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Jake sounds bemused, even as he pulls you closer. “You know we met when we were 14 and 15.”

Javy’s baritone picks up the story where Jake leaves off. “Yeah, pretty girl. I was the new guy in class, the only one who looked different from all the others. And your boy here was the only one who introduced himself and asked for my name. Those are our marks, you know? His name, in that travesty of a chicken scratch that he calls handwriting on my thigh and my cursive over his heart.”

“You’re right, sweetheart. We found each other early. But we didn’t know what we’d found. Not so easily. Not at all.” The weight of past memories is in Javy’s every word.

“It was Texas in the early two-thousands. Homosexuality was accepted even less than it is today. What choice did we have but to be each other’s best friend? To be like the brother we’ve never had? We couldn’t get too close to each other. We could barely sit in class next to each other without getting harrassed.”

There’s an impotent rage building in Jake’s voice, rumbling in his chest as he continues speaking. “We’ve heard it all you know, sweetheart. All the invectives, the rage just because the universe decided we belonged together.”

“But,” You can almost feel Javy’s gently chiding tone as he covers Jake’s hand on your back with his own. “I wouldn’t change anything in the world. The minute we were at the Naval Academy, I felt like I could finally breathe. Jake was thriving, I was thriving. But we were still too hesitant to take the leap. My mama wouldn’t have cared so long as I was happy. But Jake’s parents.”

“My dad would’ve killed me himself if he knew.” You clutch at Jake tighter, your ears hearing the words but your mind unable to compute a world where you never met Jake. “So we kept hiding it. Ignoring the tug in our chests, pulling us to each other. We kept ignoring how we orbited around each other. I kept ignoring how a single word from Javy would make me light up from within, and how it hurt when I took a girl home.”

“I never would’ve stopped if it wasn’t for that disastrous date we went on, Tinky.” You have to chuckle as you remember, Javy’s words making you smile despite your swirling emotions.

It had been one of your first assignments after fully certifying as an AMDO. You were just an ensign and it was your first time in Mississippi. You’d been introduced to the aviator squadrons on base and Javy had taken your breath away, quite literally. He was hot, you remember thinking, and more telling, he never seemed to go home with any of the girls always swarming around khakis at the bars on base.

So you’d take a chance and asked him out for dinner. You’re not sure who had been more surprised, you or Javy, when he said yes to your stumbling, stuttered dinner invitation. But you remember how it had made your whole week. That had been at the beginning of your search for your soulmate, and well, Javy flew planes for a living, had brown hair (which was a stretch, since his hair is closer to obsidian than brown, you know), and dark-chocolate colored eyes. With nearly three of your soulmarks covered, what did you have to lose?

As it turns out, not a lot. There wasn’t any chemistry between you and Javy at all. He was easy on the eyes, and equally easy to have fun with, but there just wasn’t any spark between the two of you. And then there was the fact that he never shut up about Jake. You’d made it through the whole night before stopping him as he swooped down to kiss you goodnight and told him, “I don’t think this is going to work between us, Javy. There isn’t any electricity between the two of us. I like you, I do. I just think that the Jake you’ve been talking about? I think he might be who you really love.”

That had been the end of that. You’d opened the door a week later to Jake and Javy holding hands on your doorstep and subsequently been absorbed into their little family.

“Sweetheart, if you find that electricity, that spark with someone, then that’s the universe telling you who your soulmate is.” Javy sounds so in love, and you don’t even have to face him to know by his tone alone that he’s looking at Jake.

That’s when you break down, telling Jake and Javy your suspicions, fears and worries. When your mind finally quiets and your shoulders feel a bit lighter, you’re being held tight - this time, by Javy.

“It’s going to be alright, sweetheart. You’ll get the chance to talk to Bradshaw and get this all straightened out. He loves you, sweetheart. He was meant to love you. It’ll be alright.”

You wish with all your heart that Javy is right. You’re not sure you can handle it if he isn’t.

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topgunreacts · 8 months

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BEHOLD. CHICKEN NUGGET.

aka: Maverick Mitchell's Fugly Dog from the IceMav Omegaverse tale

Principles of Aviation

What the hell is wrong with this dog? Read to find out!

Chicken Nugget has demodectic mange. This type of mange can be triggered in dogs with weakened immune systems: puppies with inherited weaknesses, old dogs, sick dogs, etc. It's even possible for an otherwise perfectly healthy dog to develop a patch or two of demodex that disappear when treated.

Essentially, a weakened immune system means the dog's body is less prepared to deal with the mites that already live on their bodies. As a result, the mites can get out of control and cause an outbreak of demodectic mange. In Chicken Nugget's case, she was born with a weak immune system and her condition developed rapidly once she was brought home. But the good thing is that these dogs--Chicken Nugget among them--can recover from this condition if their immune system figures its shit out later. At that point, their bodies will respond appropriately to their natural mites, and balance is maintained. Basically, they can lead happy lives, though dogs with more severe past episodes might always look a little scraggly.

Sarcoptic mange is the one you're probably thinking of when you see those sad, skeletal street dogs (or other animals) with most of their fur gone. That is a contagious skin disease caused by an outbreak of Sarcoptes scabiei and it is very painful.

thanks to @doodlebethel for bringing this cherished crusty lady to life

#top gun #icemav #top gun fanfiction #principles of aviation #chicken nugget #MFUDEU #maverick's fucking ugly dogs extended universe #she is a princess #his dogs may be fugly but he loves and cares for them

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mcu-and-buckybarnes-things · 2 years

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Icemav’s marriage life head canon

Of course they couldn’t really have a wedding, but Maverick invited Viper and Ice Slider to their “special dinner”.

They exchanged their naval rings.

Viper was the cool dad who didn’t even know what was wrong with two men loving each other.

Slider, on the other hand, has been treating Mav like any cowboy dad would treat their son-in-law who dares to steal their precious daughter for all the years to come.

Maverick suspects Ice has always been having some kind of daddy kink for Viper but glad to see they are on good terms.

Ice has no problem with Mav and Slider taking every opportunity to bully each other. And he’s always on the winner’s side.

Mav would say “shame on you Iceman”, while Slider would get really upset if Ice is on Mav’s side.

Ice’s wardrobe is about 5 times larger, because, apparently, his status. Maverick on the other hand only needs three or four outfits, and they look mostly the same (you probably could figure that one out seeing him wearing the same design outfit 30 years later).

When Ice has to wear his velvet tuxedo for very formal occasions, Mav would be both amused and amazed. “Honey, you look so good I want to tear that thing off right now. No? Are you sure? Then can I at least laugh at your ridiculous tuxedo?”

Ice does the dishes and Maverick takes out the trash.

To everyone’s surprise Maverick is the reasonable one when it comes to spending money, not because he’s good at managing it, but because he has no where to spend it except for buying gears for his motorcycle.

Ice would buy a lot of new tech things, interiors, antique furniture, expensive wines, etc. But he earns much more, so…

Ice has always wanted a dog because he secretly thinks Mav is like one; and Mav has wanted a white cat because he always tells Ice “you know you are just like a cat”. And they reached an agreement that they would get both once they retired.

OK so much for today.

#icemav

#icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun: maverick #iceman

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film-in-my-soul · 6 months

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Ficlet bingo, would love to see Icemav power imbalance if its not taken and you're up for it.

I had a little help coming up with the idea for this one, so I hope it's okay.

.⋆｡°✩ It's Ice's job as both Maverick's commanding officer and his lover to disapline him. ✩°｡⋆.

WARNING: Heavily Implied Sexual Content, Rated M, Dom/sub undertones

Ice's office at NAS Miramar is dark, cast in hard shadows now that the sun is well and truly on its way past the horizon. But even still, with only the faint umber glow peeking in through shuttered windows, the sight at his feet is unmistakable. Curved over, shivering and panting through aftershocks of orgasm, is Maverick, kneeling obediently on carpet-scraped knees, thighs painted with pearly white spend, drying as he holds himself in position, just as Ice has ordered him.

Maverick is bare all the way from head to foot, save for the dog tags that swing forward and back from where they dangle around his neck, in time with how he's gulping for breath. It's in stark contrast to the uniform Ice wears, now feeling feverish and tight against his skin. Ice would be inclined to rectify this, strip himself down even though he's at work, but that's not what they're playing at, and truth be told, it's not what he wants and certainly not what Maverick deserves at the moment.

Right now, Maverick is being reminded of who exactly is in charge. Ice had told him as such when he'd sent for Maverick at the end of their shift, the other man still sweaty from his last hop. Ice had made it clear that that's what was happening when he'd stood and commanded Maverick to lean over the desk (now messy with strewn papers and an off-center nameplate). Ice had made Maverick say it himself, as he'd carefully marked the other pilot's ass with bruises, pinches, and silent, hard flicks, unable to spank him properly when there was still the threat of someone walking by the office door.

Ice keeps them suspended in the heavy, sex-hot silence for a beat, lets it stretch to the point of discomfort until he sees Maverick beginning to squirm, and then finally, he shifts in his chair, leans back as if to better examine the mess that Maverick's made of himself and hums. It's the first sound he's allowed since he'd had Maverick get on his knees and prostrate himself, fuck his fist until he thought Ice was satisfied. Maverick had edged himself four times over twenty minutes, firm strokes first, then fast, then slow again as he choked on sobs for a release he knew Ice likely wouldn't allow. In truth, it was one more time than Ice would have made him, but silently, he'd appreciated Maverick's efforts at diligence.

Green-hazel eyes lift from the ground, the only place for them when Ice presides over the punishment; they're rimmed red with unshed tears. Maverick opens his mouth as if going to speak and, likely thinking better of it, closes it again with a click of his teeth, jaw tight with barely concealed tolerance. It's the smart move. Ice hasn't given him permission to talk yet.

"I expect the next time I give you a direct order in a training exercise, you'll follow it, Commander." Ice keeps his tone clipped. There's still a lingering kind of fear in his belly, the news of Maverick pulling stupid maneuvers making his blood pressure rise and his throat close, and Ice knows, despite this discipline, despite the effectiveness they'd managed to balance over the years, it will happen again, and Maverick will need his firm hand before long.

Maverick still keeps his lips pressed tightly together, eyes straight ahead and shoulders stiff, acknowledgment only found in how his gaze doesn't drift. He's beautiful like this. Every inch of him, naked as he is, held in the perfect reflection of the soldier Ice has had a hand in making him.

Ice watches him a second longer and then nods.

"Dress yourself, but don't-" Ice stares pointedly at where Maverick's hand drifts toward the box of tissues precariously close to the edge of Ice's desk, "clean yourself. I want this lesson to stick. You can have a shower when you get home."

With that, Ice turns back to his mixed-up papers and sighs under his breath. That had been his own oversight. He sets them all to rights, putting aside the ones that still need his signature, and listens to the soft sounds of shifting of fabric, buttons through their loops, a belt clicking, a zipper pulled. He's just reaching for his pen, snapping on the desk lamp that thankfully hadn't ended up on the ground like his stapler, when Maverick's presence settles over his shoulder, hovering, waiting for Ice's next directive.

It's enough to pull a soft smile onto Ice's face. He reaches back with one hand and finds Maverick's fingers, giving them a squeeze.

"I've got to finish this, but I'll be done before dinner." Ice lets Maverick go and slips on his reading glasses; the last lingering tendrils of his own arousal, unsatisfied but unimportant, slip away. At least, they do until, without prompting, Maverick settles up next to Ice's chair and then carefully, though it must hurt his already sore knees, drops into a kneeling position, his cheek coming to rest on the middle of Ice's thigh, hands politely folded in his lap.

It stops Ice's breath momentarily, and then, with a measured exhale, his heart feeling painfully large, he brings his fingers to Maverick's hair, melting into his chair even further. Maverick stays silent, but Ice doesn't need him to speak, not when his actions make it clear what he wants to say.

"Apology accepted."

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

#icemav #icemav ficlet #top gun ficlet #top gun #ficlet bingo

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babygirllinds · 1 year

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slimav headcannons? i love the babygirl and himbo combo and we truly need more of them 🧸💞 <3<3

omg, hi!!! I’m truly an Icemav girly, but how could you not love Slimav? The size difference alone makes me go feral 🫠 so onto babygirl and himbo HCs!

Mav is truly babygirl in the relationship as everyone says. He’s just so small and cute and Slider wants to do everything he can to protect him. Enter guard dog/himbo boyfriend Sli. He is perfectly fine just letting Mav be a reckless lil shit while he goes and enables him, but is willing to throw down with anyone to get Mav out of trouble.

In Slider’s eyes, Mav can do no wrong.

Slider originally thought Mav was very attractive when they first met, but he saw how Mav affected Ice and immediately backed off. He didn’t want to pursue anything if that meant his best friend was going to give him shit the whole time. So he just sat back and let the rivalry fuel a nice banter between the two.

Which he ended up enjoying tremendously. He liked the way Mav could snap back with equally good comebacks and quips. It keeps them both on their toes and gives them something to look forward to.

After the Layton mission, Slider couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore — hence the way he picks him up like a rag doll and shakes him around after Ice declares them wingmen.

The way Mav is so light (despite being all muscle) in his arms makes the feral part of his brain react. He likes that Mav is small. He just wants to wrap him up and take him away from everything that brings him pain.

When they get together, Mav starts to find out how much of a teddy bear Slider is. He’s warm and constantly has to be touching Mav, which Mav enjoys because he is immensely touch-starved. Slider is also so soft when it’s just them; whispering the sweetest things and caressing Mav’s face while holding eye-contact.

The way Slider’s voice gets all soft has Maverick melting and he’s always finding a way to nudge himself into Slider’s arms and get him talking.

Despite Slider being all sweet with Mav in private, he has to maintain his alpha-male status so he acts all cool and smug in public. He’ll still throw an arm around Mav’s shoulders and pull him close, but instead of cute words being whispered in Mav’s ear, they’re bickering back and forth about something one of the guys brought up.

It never starts an actual fight between them and instead leaves them with built-up passion/aggression for when they get home and into bed 👀

Mav likes to cook for Slider and Slider always appreciates it. He always does the dishes afterwards to make up for the effort Mav took.

When Mav puts a plate in front of him, Slider always says, “This looks amazing babygirl. My own little housewife.” And Mav always blushes bright red because he’s not a girl and he’s not his wife, but the way Slider says it lights a fire in him.

Mav is the little spoon in the relationship, but sometimes Slider just needs to be held in turn and he’ll lay his head on Mav’s chest and blanket his body with his own. He likes the steady rhythm of Mav’s heartbeat because it reminds him that they’re there and safe while Mav scratches whatever part of Slider’s back he can reach and plays with his hair.

Mav actually really enjoys this position because Slider is a nice and comforting weight on his chest and it makes his head delightfully empty and brings him down to earth when he’s thinking too much.

Slider is the furnace in the relationship. Mav’s hands and feet are always cold and he’s constantly shoving them onto Slider’s warm body to heat himself up. Mav always claims he’s never cold, but Slider knows better and makes sure to always bring an extra hoodie for him when they go out or will open in his arms silently for Mav to step into while in the middle of a conversation just because he sees Mav fidgeting off to the side.

What Slider doesn’t know is that Mav deliberately doesn’t bring extra layers because he prefers Slider’s own body heat and just being close to him.

They both really enjoy the way each other smells. Mav’s comment of, “you stink,” was just a way to get under Slider’s skin because he truly enjoys the way the smell of sweat sticks to his skin after a strenuous activity. It always mixes with Slider’s natural woodsy scent and Mav likes to bury his nose into Slider’s chest and just sniff.

Slider can practically smell the leather of Mav’s jacket on his skin after it’s been off for hours and always picks up scents of oil or the way a jet engine smells. It’s almost as if jet fuel was in his blood. It’s enticing and something so Mav.

I have some nsfw HCs too, if y’all want to see them, but these are my more sfw and domestic HCs :)))

#Slimav #slimav hcs #Slimav headcannons #Headcannons #top gun headcanons #top gun headcannons #Slimav headcanons #Headcanons #slider #maverick #slider x maverick #Sli x mav #Asks #pete Mitchell x Ron kerner #Pete maverick Mitchell x Ron slider kerner #ron slider kerner #ron kerner #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell

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irtifuck · 10 months

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IceMav HeadCanon:

We have 5 senses -though some people claim that we have more- and one sense is (believe it or not) your favorite.

Totally not inspired by this still...

Iceman's is his smelling. He has a sensitive nose like a dog's , so he enjoys Maverick's odor most. Some people are visual, they like how their lovers look; some people have a "sensitive sense" of taste, and these people know the taste of their lovers very well. Some people are cat-like "contact addicts", and can't feel comfortable w/o touching their lovers - long-distance relationships are very difficult for these people. And some people are auditory people, they love to hear their lovers' voices, they close their eyes and listen to that person talking and singing for hours; but Ice loves that smell which is "in Maverick", and not everyone can easily spot it. It's very difficult to describe a scent, even "classic" authors struggled to do it; but if magic was a scent for Ice, it would be the scent of Maverick. Tasting, touching, hearing, seeing; these are the things Ice can live without… but he can't stay without the scent of Maverick. And whenever he can hold him, he is constantly smelling him.......sometimes he inhales the scent from his hair; sometimes he buries his head into his collarbone and inhales it deeply, sometimes he smells the clothes on which Maverick's scent permeates. He tries to deal with Maverick's physical absence thanks to the clothes left at his home, but he makes sure he doesn't live a day w/o smelling Maverick's scent.

#icemav #top gun headcanons #q

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kazanskys-mitchell · 8 months

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okay i’m giving in to the demands and posting a snippet of my current icemav wip

a little bit of background: this is a modern au and i changed around mav and ice’s ages a bit. onyx and sage from my previous fic exist in this universe because they deserve to (i love them too much and have to write them), they’re just not service dogs. enjoy!

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The taller man made his way over to Pete, who couldn’t do anything but watch as this man approached him. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Pete,” he held out his hand, which the blond grasped in a firm handshake.

“Tom.”

Tom. So that was his name.

Onyx barked, wanting to make her presence known, and Pete turned to look at her before looking back at the man - Tom. “And you’ve met Onyx.”

“That I have,” Tom nodded, a quiet chuckle escaping him. “Sage, my golden, would love her.”

Pete raised an eyebrow at the sound of Tom also having a dog. Common ground. “You have a golden?”

Tom nodded, digging his phone out of his pocket and tapping it a few times before turning the screen to face Pete. On the screen was a photo of a gorgeous golden retriever with a light blue bow tied into her fur near her ear. “That’s her.”

Sage was adorable, just like her owner. Pete wasn’t going to tell him that, obviously.

#i give you.. more icemav dogs #i’m hoping the first chapter of this will be out next week #i’m excited for this one #icemav fic

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qin-ling · 2 years

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icemav + 8 for the kisses prompt also i adore your writing the emotion and rib line was Very

thank you anon!!! here you go!

8. running fingers through your lover's hair

Maverick floats back to consciousness gradually. It’s a gentle kind of waking, unhurried, indolent, like ocean waves lapping against the shoreline. Peaceful, in the way it rarely is, now; natural, something Maverick once took for granted. Before—before.

His awareness returns to him in stages: his own breathing, slow and rhythmic. The low light of a lamp somewhere north of his head, glowing a mellow, somnolent red behind his closed eyelids. The cushion beneath his cheek, slightly rough but firm and warm. The featherlight touch of fingers in his hair.

His eyes blink open—an automatic response. Then he shuts them again. Tries to milk the moment for a little bit longer.

The fingers—the hand—draws away, leaving the side of Maverick’s head bereft.

“I know you’re awake,” says Ice, from above.

Maverick buries his face deeper into Ice’s denim-clad thigh. Not a cushion, after all. “I’m not.”

He feels more than hears Ice exhale, and curtails any further words by reaching for Ice’s hand. Upon finding it, he places it back on his head.

“What are you doing?” Ice sounds amused.

Maverick shakes Ice’s wrist. “Continue,” he mumbles.

“You’ve already trapped me here for half an hour.”

“So?” says Maverick. “Could’ve pushed me off at any time.”

Ice’s hand goes lax in Maverick’s grasp. No quippy retort: one of the few signs of a rare Iceman concession. Maverick releases him. After another pause, Ice’s fingers begin moving again, smoothing through the shorn ends of Maverick’s regulation haircut. Maverick’s chest goes molten. He would purr if he could.

Hard to believe they’ve made it here, the two of them. Only a year ago, he would’ve laughed himself sick at the very suggestion. Only a year ago, Maverick’s life had been very different.

He wonders what Goose would’ve thought. About this. About them: Maverick, with his head in Iceman’s lap, sleeping dreamlessly like he never can when he’s alone; Iceman, indulging Maverick, trusting Maverick, steady and unwavering at Maverick’s wing. Maverick and Iceman, risking it all.

Peace gives way to a sharp, familiar tightness. His breath comes up short. He opens his eyes.

“Mav?” says Ice. His fingers stop again.

Maverick sighs against Ice’s thigh. He forces his shoulders to relax. “It’s nothing.”

Ice is quiet for a long moment. Then he resumes stroking, intent and methodical. “Alright,” he says.

It’s dark outside the window. Dark in the living room, too, lit by just the lamp perched atop the end table, its yellow light soft and diffused through the lampshade, the shadows it casts hazy and opaque. It throws Ice’s features in deep relief when Maverick rolls over to look him in the face; highlights his relaxed mouth, the ease in his eyes. There’s a sheaf of paper in his free hand, folded back, rife with highlights and dog-eared pages.

When Maverick is silent for too long, Ice meets his gaze and smiles, a hint of white teeth behind full lips. “See something you like?”

“Sure do,” says Maverick, no problem. He turns his head and nuzzles into Ice’s palm, presses a kiss to the lifeline, then throws up a grin.

Ice looks so visibly pleased that Maverick’s stomach flips, even after all these months. “Always such a flatterer.”

“You’re the one who keeps asking for flattery.” Maverick wriggles and gets himself comfortable, fingers interlacing over his ribs.

“Don’t fall asleep again,” says Ice. “My leg’s already numb.”

“No guarantees,” says Maverick. His eyes drift shut.

Like so, he doesn’t see Ice lean forward. Hears him, though, the whisper of cotton, the rustle of paper as Ice sets down the packet on the armrest of the couch; feels him, the light but sure touch of fingertips on his chin, tilting it just so. Ice kisses him and Maverick welcomes him in. He reaches up blindly for the nape of Ice’s neck, reels him in closer.

When Ice pulls away, Maverick follows him back up without a thought. He opens his eyes to find himself propped up on an elbow, half-cradled in Ice’s embrace, looking straight into Ice’s devastating smirk.

“Hm,” says Maverick. “Devious.”

“Thank you,” says Ice solemnly.

Maverick shifts around, then rises entirely to his knees. He straddles a leg over Ice’s lap. “Looks like I’m rubbing off on you,” he says, and kisses him again—deeper, this time, now that he’s got proper leverage. Languid. Ice tastes like the cabernet they popped open at dinner, faint but sharp; his jaw works beneath Maverick’s palms, all warm, soft skin. Maverick slides them further around into the bristle of Ice’s hair.

Ice’s breath hitches, so subtle Maverick almost misses it. He tries again—rakes his fingers—and Ice hums into his mouth.

“Like it too, huh?” says Maverick, laughing a little, then grunts in surprise when Ice’s arms clamp down across his lower back, when Ice twists them both around and drops them lengthwise onto the couch cushions. The packet of papers thumps to the floor, shaken off its precarious perch on the armrest.

Ice looms over him, a habit with Maverick that he’s yet to shake. Luckily for Ice, it’s been a long time since it last pissed him off. He allows Ice to situate himself between his thighs, his knees falling open for him as easy as can be.

But Ice doesn’t descend upon him immediately. Instead, he looks at Maverick, his eyes silver-pointed glints in the shadows, his broad shoulders limned in the golden glow of the lamp behind him. Something brews behind his expression, quiet and inscrutable.

Maverick isn’t worried. When Ice bends to kiss him, Maverick wraps his arms around his shoulders, and sinks him the rest of the way down.

#icemav #top gun #top gun 1986 #prompt fill #happily banging away at the prompts in my inbox #qin writing

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getinthefuckingjaeger · 2 years

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thinking about power couple javy and natasha getting hitched and their best friends jake and bradley who are exes having to get along for the wedding planning and then the actual wedding, and how the entire process is long, painful, hilarious, and chaotic featuring:

best man on best man violence

joint bachelor and bachelorette night planning disaster- playing dirty on picking the venue, the theme, the games

ill-advised making out in the bathroom of said bachelor and bachelorette venue that they don't talk about the next day

rueben and mickey stuck in between bradley and jake during flower arrangement shopping, having to deal with hangster's "we're not talking about it" passive aggressive shading of "it"

ring bearer Bob who puts his foot down when they dragged him into an elaborate wedding rehearsal that turned into more aggressive "not talking about it" and having to call natasha to bail him out (maybe just get Penny's dog to carry the ring instead because he's losing it)

natasha and bradley and her wedding dress shopping montages

intervention about the Situation whilst trying on wedding dresses and bradley sullenly sipping bubbly

montages of javy getting his suit tailored and intervention about the Situation as he picks out his tie and jake stubbornly shifting through socks

The Wedding on admiral kazansky's massive back garden because he's married to mav and mav loves his team of sky hellions like he birthed them himself so of course he'd offer their property for the venue

Some sort of mamma mia "winner takes it all" singing/confrontation moment between hangster before the wedding march

Older Gays' Wisdom™️ by icemav

hangster experiencing Epiphanies™️

Classic "one of them caught the bouquet"

????

Hangster profit 📈

#top gun: maverick #icemav #hangster #natasha x javy #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #rueben payback fitch

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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 years

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Love the headcanons about Icemav moving in together, can I request some more fluffy headcanons (topic of your choosing)? I have a long day tomorrow and this is a happy distraction :)

Aw I'm glad I can help with some nice head canons! I hope your day goes by fast! So much credit to my lovely gf @nb-fearne any head canons I have are always mostly hers honestly

Ice and Maverick have a dog, a collie called Piper after the type of plane, she's one of those dogs who is simultaneously far too clever and incredibly stupid, like she will get herself on the roof somehow or figure out out to open the freezer and throw everything everywhere and theres no way they've yet found to keep her from coming into their room at night. She is a menace and both of her dads adore her and spoil her rotten

They're both Big sports guys, like whenever they're just cuddling on the couch and need something to watch, they'll get ridiculously into any sport thats on the TV, even ones they've never watched before. Their big favourites though are football for Ice and baseball for Maverick

Ice can't sleep without reading a few pages of a book, it's what switches his brain off. Maverick however isn't a big reader (I do headcanon him as having ADHD so thats a contributor) but he needs help switching his brain off. So they've developed something of a tradition where Ice will read aloud to him while Maverick curls up with his head on Ice's chest and it helps them both drift off.

One of Ice's favourite hobbies is baking. One of Maverick's favourite hobbies is sitting on the kitchen counter and Looking Disrespectfully as his husband bakes, specifically at him kneading dough with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and muscles doing that Thing they do.

This is completely an @nb-fearne creation but it's perfect and I love it, but Ice and Maverick always play the radio in the kitchen and if a sappy song comes on, they'll slow dance and Maverick will sing it softly to Ice, specifically Stand By Me

When Jake and Bradley eventually have kids, Ice and Maverick absolutely adore being grandpas. They definitely spoil the hangster kids and will never ever say no to babysitting, even before Bradley says what day he'd need them, the answer is just yes

#icemav #maverick #iceman #headcanons

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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winner takes all

or: How Ice became Rebel’s godfather

like father, like daughter masterlist

warnings: this takes place during the brief time Ice and Mav worked at Top Gun together, a little angsty, Mav doubts if he’s good enough for his daughter but it’s brief, icemav if you squint because i’ve got an agenda

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He raps on the door of his co-instructor’s office. "Ice.”

The blond lifts his head from the paperwork he’s looking over, grinning when he sees him. “Hey Mitchell. Headed out for the day?”

He nods, taking a tentative step into the room. “Yeah, I just had a quick question for you about my kiddo.”

Ice chuckles, putting his pen into the holder on the desk. “How’s she doing?”

Maverick shrugs. “Pretty good. Lost her first tooth yesterday, so we got a visit from the tooth fairy last night.”

“Good for the little rascal. Well, what’s your question?”

“Do you want- Well, would you- Would you be her godfather?”

He finds himself unable to keep Ice’s eyes, falling to the clock behind him as it falls silent in the room. The longer Ice takes to respond, each second ticking by, he scrambles to pull himself together, to apologize for asking, to forget about it-

“What would she need a godfather for? She’s got you.” Ice says, standing up from his desk. He shrugs, averting his gaze to the floor.

“You know, I just- I just want to know that if something happens to me-”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you.” Ice says firmly, a finality in his tone he usually can’t argue with.

He continues on like Ice didn’t say anything. “-and I don’t come back down, she’s got someone on the ground to take care of her and I can’t really put that kind of ask on Carole, not after-” He stops, swallowing. “Well, she loves you anyways, so you felt like the obvious choice.”

“Where’s her mother? She shouldn’t she be around for this kind of thing?” He says with a wave of his hand.

That earns Ice his gaze, scowling as he raises his head. “I hope Natalie never comes back into the picture, because if she does it’s going to be because she’s trying to take my daughter from me.”

Ice is silent again and Maverick watches the minutes tick by, growing more uncomfortable with the time that passes every second.

“Look, don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything, you don’t even have to- to think about it.” He pauses as his eyes flicker back to Ice, the tall man frowning. “Actually, forget I asked.”

The doorbell rings.

“Brad, that’s Ice, would you go grab it?” He asks, the vegetables sizzling on the stove. The boy nods, slipping off the chair, Hardy Boys book in hand. It’s only a few more minutes before Ice appears in the kitchen doorway, Bradley’s nose still tucked into his book.

“Guess, I’m not worth saying hi to anymore.” He chuckles.

Maverick shakes his head. “Don’t mind him, he’s had his head in that thing since we left the library this afternoon.”

“Uncle Icee!” His kid screeches and Ice turns, barely catching the toddler barricading into his knee. Ice reaches down, picking her up as a wide grin spreads across his face.

“Hi kiddo. You’re awfully dirty.” He glances up from the food on the stove to see his kid covered in dirt. Her hands, which look oddly sticky, make messy work of pushing her hair out of her face.

“Playing pirate outside with Batman.” He hears the dog in question come in through the sliding glass door of the Bradshaw home, Carole following. She appears in the kitchen doorway a moment later.

“Hi Tom.” She says, offering him a warm smile.

“Hi Carole. How are you?”

“Good. Mav, you're burning the broccoli. Move.” She grabs the spatula out of his hand, nudging him away from the stove and he follows, leaning up against the opposite countertop as Ice watches his kid chatter excitedly, an enthusiastic smile on his face he nods along.

As Carole finishes the food, his daughter tugs Ice to the table, demanding he sit right next to her.

He quietly observes the way Ice goes willingly, the way Ice listens to everything she has to say, and even eats the broccoli off her plate so she doesn’t have to.

“He give you an answer yet?” Carole whispers as they watch their kids help Ice clean up dinner, Ice insisting he do the dishes since they cooked for him.

He shakes his head. “I wish he would. He’d be good for her.”

Carole sighs, looking at him. “Not any better than you are for her, Mav.” He shrugs and Carole sighs again. “Oh c’mon Mav, that girl loves you and she would be lost without you.”

He tilts his head, conceding to her words. “She needs someone who can look after her and I can’t give her that. You know I don’t want to stay at Miramar-”

“Mom! Can we have a sleepover?” Bradley asks as Ice lifts him up to sit on the counter next to his daughter. “Please! Tt’s Saturday and I want to stay up watching Scooby Doo cartons.”

Carole shrugs. “Up to Mav.”

He sighs, shooting the woman a glare. “Why do I have to be the bad guy?”

“Dad!” His daughter whines, pouting. He sighs as Ice chuckles, all knowing he folds anytime she makes those eyes at him.

“Honey, you’re filthy.”

She shrugs. “So?”

“So I’m not going to let you dirty up Carole’s house. Plus, I’m sure Ice wants to get out here.”

“Don’t drag me into this Mitchell.” Ice says, pointing a soapy fork at him.

“How about this? We go home and get you a bath and next Saturday you and Brad can have a sleepover then?”

His daughter sighs, crossing her arms. “Fineee.”

There’s a sharp knock on his office door. “Mitchell.��

He glances up from the box he’s packing. “Hey Ice.”

“Hear you’re leaving.”

He shrugs, avoiding eye contact with the man. “You know how it is, head in the clouds, all that.”

“I’ll do it.”

He pauses, toy airplane Bradley had given him sitting heavy in his hand. “Do what?”

“I’ll be her godfather.”

He shakes his head, setting the plane down in the box. “You don’t gotta do that just cause I’m leaving Ice. She’s in good hands, Carole’s watching her. Bradley’s thrilled.”

“You’re right that she needs someone on the ground looking out for her.”

He shrugs, setting the lid on top of the box. “It’s still a huge ask. I shouldn’t have asked that of you.”

“Do you not want me to be her godfather?” Ice says with a frown.

He’s quiet for a moment, eyes remaining on the wooden desk. Finally, he sighs. “You’re good for her Ice. And she loves you so much.”

“Maverick, I adore your daughter and I have ever since she dubbed me Uncle Icee at Goose’s funeral.” Ice takes a tentative step into the room. “But I am not her father and I would never take that from you.”

“I know.”

Because he does, knows Ice loves his kid, loves Bradley, but he would never overstep.

But sometimes he wishes he would. Overstep, fight him for his daughter, because Lord knows Ice could give everything he can’t to his daughter.

“Maverick, raising a kid isn’t just about being the best parent all of time. It's about doing right by your kids, making sure they’re growing up happy and loved and safe.” Ice takes another step closer to him. “Is she happy?”

“She is.”

“Is she safe?”

“Of course.”

“Is she loved?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then you’re doing enough for your kid.”

He gives the man a watery chuckle. “When’d you get so smart about all this parenting shit, huh?”

Ice claps him on the back. “Gotta stay single to impart all my wisdom on to you.” Ice sighs, his hand falling from his back. “I’ll be her godfather on the condition that you do right by your kid in always coming home.” Ice fixes him with a stare. “Your daughter deserves to grow up with her father. Don’t lose yourself so much up there that you don’t come back down here.”

Ice’s words stay with him the rest of his life.

#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #like father like daughter

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gummybear1178 · 2 years

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F-14 (Family of 14)

Chapter 2:

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So, I’ve never posted on tumblr before but decided to start spreading my works onto here. So here is my first Top Gun Fanfiction. More chapters to come! Let me know what yall think! If yall have any advice for me for using tumblr please give it! I’m just starting to learn it! I did learn the keep reading bar thing before I posted this so I hopefully don’t clog the feed!

Not fully sure where this story is going other than it will be IceMav and their 12 adopted dagger squadron kids!

Followed Maverick plot but Icemav is a thing, some changes along the way, all set up to show Mav and Ice and their adopted Dagger Squadron kids!

The dagger squad is determined to find out who Maverick is married to, leading to some shenanigans and eventually the reveal! Followed by one shots featuring MavDad Icemav and Dadmiral with the Daggers! Feel free to leave requests and ideas!

My first Top Gun Fanfic and being used to pull me out of writers block. May not be some of my best work but you can edit a story but not a blank page.

No matter what let it be known that dagger squadron is in fact not oblivious. Well, they are not always oblivious. They do have their moments though, however this, was not one of those moments.

"So, everyone else has seen the ring on Mavericks dog tags, correct?" Payback asked.

"Yes, and yet we have had no mention of it is." Hangman rolled his eyes at the fact this conversation was starting again. They had been theorizing since they first saw the ring.

"Obviously, it has to be Penny. I mean you guys saw him flirting up a storm with her our first night at the hard deck. How else could he have gotten permission for us to use the beach for football yesterday?" Fanboy asked aloud.

"No, that was more," Phoenix paused for a moment trying to find the right word, "Familiar banter. They've obviously known each other for years, but they are not married. More like long term friends."

Rooster just sat in the corner shaking his head. For he had all the answers, but absolutely no will to give them.

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The next day was the day everything took a turn for the worse.

Jake stared at the radio from the ground helpless hearing Maverick yelling at his best friend trying to pull him out of G-Lock.

"Come on Javy." He muttered under his breath.

A weight was lifted off his shoulders as soon as he heard Javy say he was okay, and Maverick also took a breath.

Only for the next tragedy to occur.

"Bird strike!" Maverick yelled out over the comms.

This time it was Bradley's turn to freeze and stare at the radio begging anything and everyone that his best friend would be okay as Phoenix spoke everything she was doing. While Maverick told her to eject.

Though even when Maverick announced he saw the two parachutes, he did not let the tension go.

He knew better than most anyone that a chute didn't mean much. Especially after Top Gun in '86.

Until he heard confirmation from Phoenix, he wasn't believing anything.

"Rooster, there were two chutes." Hangman tried to pull him out of his stupor, only still in the room because he was waiting on Coyote to get back.

"Chutes mean nothing Hangman. I'll believe it when I see them with my own two eyes."

Jake nodded, knowing what they had been told in flight school. Before heading out to the tarmac to wait on Coyote.

Rooster knew he wasn't going to get info from anyone, not until the copter was back from picking them up and probably not until medical had checked them out.

So he sat in the rec room until he heard otherwise. Someone with information would eventually make it in here, and he didn't want to miss that info.

Eventually, news did make his way, just not in the carrier he would have wished for.

"They'll keep Phoenix and Bob in the hospital overnight for observation," Maverick broke the silence, "They're gonna be okay."

"That's good," Bradley took a deep breath, "I've never lost a wingman."

"You're lucky. Fly long enough, it'll happen. There will be others."

"Easy for you to say. No family. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in other than Ice. All you've got left in your life is on man."

"Go home. Just get some sleep."

"Why'd you pull my papers at the academy?" Rooster suddenly moved, having remained mostly still, "Why did you stand in my way!"

"You weren't ready." Maverick said softly, the day Bradley left flowing through his mind.

"Ready for what? Huh? Ready to fly like you?"

"No. Ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don't think, just do." Maverick shook his head, "You think up there, you're dead, believe me."

"My dad believed in you. I'm not gonna make the same mistake." Rooster said putting all the venom he could in that one bite. He knew what words would hurt the most and he was willing to use them.

Before Maverick could say another word Bradley stormed out the door, just like he had all those years ago.

Maverick leaned against the wall and slid downwards til he was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled close to his chest.

Flashes of the night Bradley left covering his sight before changing to his days with Goose. Until his line of sight was engulfed by memories, his mind unable to comprehend anything else.

All he could hear was Bradley's words on repeat, only broken up by the sound of Goose's neck hitting the canopy.

"Maverick." Another noise breaking through the sounds, but he kept fading back out.

Warlock had come to check on the captain after the insane day, and especially after seeing a fuming Rooster leave the room.

Realizing words would not get through to him, Warlock decided to pull the emergency card, one he really hoped he wouldn't have to use.

Seeing Maverick's phone sticking out of his pocket he gently grabbed it, only to realize there was a password on it. One Warlock did not know.

Shaking his head he pulled out his own phone and called Cyclone.

"Warlock?" Cyclone answered professionally though unsure what his co worker would be calling him for having seen him mere minutes ago.

"I need you to get medical to the rec room, and I need you to make another call..."

"Why do you need medical in the rec room?"

"Sir, Maverick is having a panic attack."

"No, we don't call medical-"

"But sir-"

"No, I was given special notes on who to call for this and we avoid medical."

"Understood sir, I'll stay with him."

Cyclone stared down at his phone for a moment, before taking a deep breath and pressing call on a contact he had only ever been called by.

"Admiral Kazansky." The voice on the other end answered.

"Sir this is Cyclone, your orders were to call you directly for anything concerning Mav-"

"Get to the point Admiral." Ice spoke coldly, he was not one for wasted time espeically when it came to the wellbeing of his husband.

"Sir, Maverick is experiencing a panic attack." Cyclone said bluntly realizing it was the best way to go.

"Is anyone with him?"

"Yes sir, Warlock."

"Understood, I will be calling Maverick's phone, have Warlock answer."

"Understood sir."

The phone made a click as it hung up as Cyclone then began texting Warlock the instructions.

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The phone Warlock had pulled from Mavericks pocket mere minutes ago began ringing as a text from Cyclone came through with instructions.

Warlock answered immediately and was met by the face of the COMPACFLT.

"Sir"

"Thank you, please put the phone in Maverick's hand with the screen facing him and exit the room, wait just outside."

"Yes sir."

"Mav, I need you to breath ok. Just breath." Ice spoke softly, but still loud enough to be heard through the phones speaker.

Maverick was slowly coming out of the attack, and that was being expedited from hearing Ice's voice.

"Mav, it's Ice, just breath, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, alright now breath out." Ice continued to talk him through breathing as his car took off towards Top Gun.

Ice watched at Mav slowly started to slow his breathing down to match the counts.

"Mav, I need you to start listing off things you can see." Ice saw the panic in Mavericks eyes as he went to speak.

"Hey, Mav, it's okay. Take a second. You aren't in the ocean or in a plane. You are on the ground in the rec room at Top Gun. I need you to keep breathing for me."

The panic began to subside from his eyes once more as he became more aware of his surroundings.

"Ice." Maverick choked out.

"Yea, it's me Mav," Ice nodded over the phone glancing up to see they were approaching the Top Gun building. "I will be there in just a few minutes ok, just keep breathing."

As soon as the car stopped in front of the entrance closest to the rec room Ice jumped out of the car and took off. A few people did a double take as the Commander of the Pacific Fleet ran through the building.

Warlock's eyes widened as he saw the admiral turn the corner. He opened the door as Ice nodded a look of thanks before entering. Slowing his speed as not to startle Maverick.

"Mav, hey, I'm here."

"Ice." Maverick said much more clearly this time.

"Hey, Mav, I've got you it's going to be okay. Just breath with me." Ice spoke softly tugging the other man against him. Maverick held on tight breathing in Ice's scent, mostly coming out of the panic.

"Alright, I need you to name five things you can see."

"You, the tarmac outside, the tables, a radio, umm..." Maverick paused for a moment.

"That's four, just one more Mav."

"The chairs."

"Good, alright, four things you can hear."

"Your voice," Mav smiled softly, just barely, for a second remember the time when they weren't sure they would ever hear it again. Ice smiled with him. "Your breathing, jets taking off, and people talking outside."

"Good, now name three things you can feel."

"Your heartbeat, your arms around me, and your presence."

"I'm not sure if the last one counts Mav, but I'll take it."

"Fine, if your being picky, the floor." Mav snarked back a bit making Ice smile, seeing him really coming out of the panic attack.

"Alright, two things you can smell."

"You and jet fuel."

"Good." Ice breathed out pulling Maverick back into a tight hug.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Ice asked softly.

"Not here. Tonight." Maverick promised.

"Alright, are you good to head back outside yet, or do you want to sit here for a few more minutes."

"Few more minutes. I haven't seen you since this morning." Mav smiled into Ice's neck.

"Yeah well, at least we get to see each other every morning and night right now. Might even be able to keep that up if you don't make another admiral mad."

"Yea well, if they would stop doing stupid stuff I would stop making them mad."

"Yeah I know, though not all of them are your fault some are their fault." Ice rolled his eyes.

"Come on, you know you had fun ruining Cain's fun."

"I did have fun with that one, you ejecting at mach 10.4 not so much."

"Details."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready? To let you go? Never. Can I go out now? Yes."

Ice nodded at the answer, pulling away just enough to give his wingman a kiss.

"You head out, send Warlock in. I'll talk to him then head back to my office. I'll see you at home tonight." Ice promised before releasing his husband from the hug. "I love you."

"I love you too." Maverick said as he went to leave before stopping, "Don't get mad until I tell you what happened at home ok. I just want to talk about it there, not here. I'm not trying to hide it. I promise."

"I believe you." Ice nodded watching as Maverick left and Warlock entered.

"Sir."

"Thank you for assisting. I expect your discretion on this matter."

"Yes sir."

"Beside this, how has it been going, and don't give me the official wording."

"Maverick is a better teacher than he wants to say. The kids rally behind him. They recognize his skills and abilities, albeit they didn't at first. He definitely has an unorthodox method to teaching and life in general, but that just seems to be Maverick over all."

"Unorthodox is definitely a good way to describe him."

"But I think I understand why you were so insistent on him teaching this mission. I don't think anyone else could. Not with his expectation of them all making it home."

"That's part of why it needed to be him. His acceptable losses are always zero. If he doesn't believe they can execute the mission and make it back, then they never will."

"He believes in them, but I'm not sure they are ready to believe in themselves yet. He finally made them start becoming a team after his beach football stunt the other day, but none of them have successfully completed any part of the mission in the time allotted or the elevation."

"Then maybe he just has to show them..." Ice trailed off coming up with a plan to tell his wingman later that night.

"Sir, I don't want to overstep, but why were there orders not to contact medical?"

"It would have just freaked him out more. I know you are aware of what happened to his RIO during his time at Top Gun," Warlock nodded, "He was with him for medical after, and those moments as well as those once he made it to the medical bay are still ingrained in his memory. To be surrounded by that makes it harder for him to come out of the attack."

Warlock nodded in understanding knowing of others who had a serious distaste for hospitals after certain events.

"Off the record, how is he doing with Lt. Bradshaw?"

"Off record, I'm waiting on the bomb to go off. If it didn't already. In the sky Rooster finally flies as well as he could not being held back, until suddenly he goes back to his careful flying. He bounces between your style but slower and less instinctive and Mavericks in the sky. But not in an efficient way, rather he is too careful then too reckless. If he would just fly he would be fine, but he won't let go."

"Part of that is Maverick being here, and part of that is what has happened between the two in the past. Then Goose on top of all of that." Ice shook his head. "What do you mean if the bomb didn't go off already?

"I was walking here to check on Maverick after the events of the day, and as I was walking up I saw a fuming Rooster leaving."

Ice closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"So that's what set it off."

"That and a couple of other incidents."

"Incidents?"

"Coyote went into G-Lock on the last hop, and immediately after there was a bird strike, Phoenix and her WSO Bob were forced to eject. Everyone should be okay, but that doesn't make the day any easier."

"No it doesn't." Ice nodded taking in the information. "Thank you for you time admiral."

Ice went back into admiral mode and made his way back to his car then back to his office. Knowing he and Mav would have a lot to talk about when they got home.

---

Dagger Group Chat

Fanboy GUYS!!!

Payback What?

Fanboy DID YALL HEAR WHO WAS ON BASE!?!?

Phoenix I've been stuck at medical, who?

Fanboy Admiral Kazansky! THE COMMANDER OF THE PACIFIC FLEET

Phoenix I know who Admiral Kazansky! But why was he on base??

Bob Well is kind of in charge of Top Gun and you know the whole Pacific Fleet and every naval base on this side of the country.

Fanboy Yea, but apparently he was literally sprinting across base

Yale Did they maybe call him in since we had two incidents today?

Fanboy Why would they call him in? Seems like more of a report on his desk kind of thing, unless he was here to chew some people out. Do you think Maverick got in trouble?

Payback It's not like either of the incidents were within our control. For heavens sake, one was a bird strike.

Rooster Wait! When was Admiral Kazansky on base?

Fanboy If the rumor mill is to be believed then about an hour or two after we everyone touched back down.

Phoenix Well since I doubt we will get any further on this mystery tonight, I need to be entertained while stuck in medical all night, so anymore theories on who wears the ring to go with Mavericks?

Fanboy To list out our list of ideas we have: Cyclone, Hondo, Penny, and Warlock.

Payback I still think Cyclone is absolutely not it.

Bob For all we know at this point we may not even know of this person at all

---

"Mav?" Ice called out as he walked in the front door of their home, locking the door as he hung his keys.

"Living room!" Maverick called back.

"Hey." Ice greeted pulling Maverick into a hug.

"Hey." Maverick sighed holding on tight to Ice.

"Food is already in the crock pot and ready for us. Then we are talking."

"I know, but I just want to stand here for one more minute."

Ice nodded pulling Mav even closer.

Mav took a deep breath before pulling away.

"Alright, I'm hungry and this food has been smelling amazing for the past 10 minutes I have been home, let's eat." Maverick announces.

Ice smiled following his wingman to the kitchen.

They sat down at their table and began eating, when Ice finally broke the silence.

"Maverick-"

"I know," Maverick cut Ice off. "I am trying to find the words."

"Don't worry about finding the perfect words, just get it out and clarify from there." Ice knew his mind was going faster than an f-18 being flown by Maverick and he just needed to start speaking. That was the trick, once he started talking he would figure it out.

"How much did Warlock tell you?"

"Not much, but I want to hear your side and version. He gave me basic facts, you will give me the info I actually need to know."

"We were on a Hop, the goal was practicing the targeting followed by coffin corner. Coyote went into G-Lock." Maverick paused, staring off in the distance.

"Mav..." Ice comforted reaching his hand to take the other mans.

"Just before he would have crashed I got tone on him and he snapped out of it. We leveled out. Everything should have been fine. Then there was a bird strike. I managed to maneuver away in time but Phoenix and Bob got caught in it," Maverick looked down sighing, "She did everything right, she was calling out every step of the way, but there was no saving the plane. It was gone. They ejected. There was two chutes. I saw the two chutes. You and I both know chutes don't mean anything, but they made it. Just a little bruised and shaken."

"Maverick," Ice said softly, "They made it out. You made it out. Everyone is fine."

"I know."

"There is more."

"Yea."

Maverick moved the food around on his plate, taking a few bites, before pushing away the now nearly empty plate.

Ice saw this for what it was, Mav wanted to delay the second part for a few minutes, and he did not want to have it at the kitchen table.

Ice was not a fool, it was not a coincidence that a fuming Bradley Bradshaw was seen just before Maverick was found. That was the reason Ice wasn't pushing the conversation yet.

Ice followed Maverick with his own empty plate. Rinsing them off before placing them in the dish washer.

He wrapped an arm around Maverick, who leaned into him, before guiding him to their couch.

Maverick curled into his side before he began to speak. Ice rubbing his hand up and down Maverick's arm.

"I knew Bradley was in the rec room. He and Phoenix are close. I knew he was waiting on an update. He knows just as we do that chutes don't mean all is well. I told him they would be kept overnight for observation, and it just escalated from there."

"Maverick, what did he say to you?"

"Told me no one other than you would mourn me when I burned it. Told me I had no kids."

"Mav..."

"He told me that his father trusted me, and that-that he wouldn't make the same mistake."

"Pete..." Ice's eyes widened, he pulled Maverick tight against his side. "He knows what buttons to press. He knows how to hurt you. Just as you know how to hurt him. That doesn't make anything he said right. Bradley is our kid. We helped raise him for most of his life, you even before me. Then after Carol we did raise him. He is your kid, no matter how mad he is. He may not want to say it out loud, but he would mourn you. If he wouldn't then he wouldn't care."

"Ice, if I put him on this mission I could actually lose him forever, but if I don't... I lose him anyway."

"Pete. You are a better teacher than you will probably ever realize. You have something that cannot be taught, you give a care about those kids. About their lives. You aren't just there to send them on a mission and be done with them, you want them to come out alive and better pilots. You will choose who is best for this mission, and that is all you can do. That is what you are there to do, you are training them to make it back from the mission. Not just to complete it as everyone else would do."

"They don't believe they can do it."

"Then show them."

"How?"

"I've known you a long time. You always manage to find a way, especially when no one else can."

The cogs in Mavericks brain started to turn.

"Ice, can you authorize and f-18 for me in the morning?"

"Is this you finding a way?"

"I think I already found the way, however it's less paperwork for you later if you authorize the f-18 rather than me just taking one."

"I do appreciate less paperwork considering how often you cause me to have more paper work."

"See, I'm improving."

Ice rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too."

---

Cyclone stood in front of the 12 pilots in the classroom, having no clue what to expect. All he knew was that Maverick wanted them all in the room.

That alone scared Cyclone.

Though maybe not as much as the f-18 authorization he had received for Maverick this morning, conveniently timed after he tried to ground maverick after his panic attack yesterday fearing he wouldn't be able to carry out the mission training much less fly. Maverick and his guardian angel. Honestly, if Cyclone didn't look up to and respect Iceman as much as he did he would call him insane for putting up with Maverick at all. He didn't see how he did it. Much less why he put up with it. Though he understood it a lot more when he found out the worst kept secret in the navy was true and not just gossip and the wingmen were in fact together. Married at that. Further confirmed when Cyclone got Maverick's file for this mission.

Once again a mess to deal with since that file was filled to the brim.

The aviators were talking amongst themselves trying to figure out what crazy idea Maverick had for them today, and Cyclone couldn't blame them because he was curious too.

"Maverick to Range Control. Entering point Alpha. Confirm green range."

"Maverick, Range Control green range is confirmed"

"What's he up to?" Phoenix mumbled.

"Setting time to target. 2 minutes, 15 seconds."

"2-15, that's impossible." Payback said

"Final attack point. Maverick's inbound."

"Popping in 3, 2, 1. Bombs away."

Cyclone and the pilots all stared up at the screen in shock watching with anticipated breaths.

9.5 G

TIME ON TARGET

00:00.16

"Bullseye!" Fanboy shouted

"Damn." Hangman mumbled, this was the Maverick from the stories.

---

Maverick looked at his phone as he changed out of his flight suit.

Ice They are making you mission leader. I'll be on the carrier now. The third miracle was never optional, but now it really isn't. You will come home to me. That is non-negotiable.

Maverick stared at the messages for a minute.

He was going on this mission.

---

Maverick stood looking out at the water.

"You are coming back to me."

"You know I can't promise that."

"You can promise me that you will do everything possible to come back to me."

"I can promise you that, but I am doing the same to make sure the others come back. Especially Bradley."

"I know. They know that too. They believe in you, and they believe that you believe in them. I saw it in their eyes when you announced your pilots."

Ice hugged his wingman as they stared at the open waters, the calm before the storm.

---

Ice watched the command room with a bated breath as updates came through. They were nearly to the target.

He listened, not speaking a word, letting everyone else do their jobs.

He stayed ice cold as his name suggested and his reputation supported.

He stayed that way, until he heard Bradley's panicked voice announce he was out of flares and SAMs were on him.

Only those who knew him well or were paying close attention would see the change, but anyone could see it when the words 'Dagger one is hit' came over the comms.

His entire world was shaken.

Cyclone and Warlock's eyes widened as they risked a glance back at the admiral, scared of what they might see.

The mighty Iceman's ice cold face was gone, and in it's place was terror and heartbreak.

His world collapsed further when they call out that Dagger two is hit.

---

Ice leaned against the wall of the command room, wishing to Goose above to bring back their kid and Maverick.

Iceman was generally very patient, something that made him very dangerous and feared, but when it came to the well-being of Maverick and Bradley, well his patience went out the window.

His head shot up as fast as Maverick flies when they had something pop up on radar.

"It's an f-14 sir."

"Maverick." Ice finally spoke.

Cyclone shook his head with an impressed look on his face.

"Launch Hangman." Iceman ordered.

"Goose, save our boys." Ice mumbled under his breath.

---

Ice stood in the tower, bracing himself for the inevitable buzzing of the tower. A smile on his face as he laughed.

He watched their landings from above, and watched his husband and son hug for the first time in many years, before heading to his quarters to wait on his wingman. The flight deck didn't need him down there. He would ruin their celebration, and they deserved a celebration.

---

Ice watched from the window as a blue bronco pulled up to his house for the first time since Bradley had left 15 years prior.

"He actually came." Maverick spoke so softly Ice wasn't even sure if he knew he spoke it aloud.

"He will always come back home, it just took longer this time."

A tentative knock came from the door.

"I'll be upstairs. You two talk. I'll join after." Ice nodded knowing this conversation needed to be between just those two for now.

"Bradley." Maverick breathed out as he opened the door.

"Mav."

They made their way to the couch, tension was evident in the air. No one was sure how to start a conversation that had been in waiting for 15 years.

"You said we would talk. Why did you do it?"

"You weren't ready."

"You've said that, but I know that's not all of it. The academy would help me get ready. You and Ice would help me get ready. So tell me the rest."

"I made a promise."

"You held me back because you made a promise? Why would you promise to keep me from the academy? From flying? Like you and ice and dad-"

It clicked. There was only one person Mav would make that promise too.

"You promised my mom."

"She didn't want you to fly and risk dying young like Goose. She wanted you to live a full life."

"Why didn't you ever tell me that?"

"You weren't talking to me anyway. I wasn't going to hold that over your head."

"Why didn't you tell me when I asked you in the rec room?"

Maverick realized Bradley wasn't going to let this go.

"You hated me. You didn't need to hate her too. I couldn't ruin your memory of your mom."

Bradley froze.

"I'm sorry for the thing I said you. I didn't mean them. I regretted them as soon as they came out of my mouth, but I just kept going because I knew it would hurt you. I could never hate her. I couldn't even hate you, and I tried. Trust me I tried. I couldn't even hate Ice. "

"I love you Bradley."

"I-I love you too dad."

Maverick's eyes watered, it had been 15 years since he had been called that. Bradley had for years used Mav and Dad interchangeably, part of why him saying he had no kids had stung so much. Bradley was his kid.

"Will Pops ever forgive me?" Bradley asked softly hugging Maverick tight.

"I already did Baby Goose." Ice said from the stairs behind them.

"Pops." Bradley gasps, standing up slowly.

"I forgave you the moment everything happened, I've waited for the day you would walk back through the door."

"I missed you Pops."

"I've missed you Baby Goose, now how about you come sit with us for dinner and tell us what you've been up to the past few years that didn't make it in your file and that your uncles never told us."

"Well for starters Dagger Squadron currently has a bet going to figure out who you are married to Mav."

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More to come!! There will be Mav and Ice with their adopted squadron!

Chapter 2

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