#top gun ficlet

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Maverick and Ice are in a fight. Both are miserable, but neither will talk to the other one so getting past this whole thing seems impossible.

Enter little Bradley Bradshaw...

Maverick is having Carole and Bradley over for a barbecue dinner that weekend. So, Bradley asks if he can invite a friend to join them.

Maverick shrugs and says, "yeah, of course you can."

The night of their dinner, Carole and Bradley arrive, and Bradley says his friend is coming a little later.

About a half hour later, there's a knock on the door.

It's Iceman.

"What're you doing here?"

"Bradley invited me. He said you said it was okay," Ice replies.

Maverick turns to see sweet, angelic, devious little Bradley standing a few feet away.

"You said I could invite a friend, and Ice is my friend!" Bradley explained, simply.

Maverick couldn't glare that hard at a seven year-old, but God, he kinda wanted to...

Ice was let inside. And they all had a very nice dinner.

Carole didn't let Bradley eavesdrop (no matter how badly she herself wanted to), when Ice and Maverick went off by themselves to talk later that evening.

But judging by the fact that Ice was still there when they left that night, and that he was there when Carole dropped Bradley off the next morning...Carole and Bradley felt they could safely assume that their mission was a success.

#top gun ficlet #icemav #maverick & the bradshaws #carole & bradley #pete mitchell #maverick mitchell #tom kazansky #iceman kazansky #carole bradshaw #bradley bradshaw

[film-in-my-soul]

Hey!! For the a ship, a trope, a sentence ask game: How about Icemav - accidental secret realtionship with "you guys walked in on us in the locker room, more than once, how did you not know?"

Maverick is nervous. He knows, realistically, that he shouldn't be. DADT had been repealed, Slider did a whole coming out thing for his niece the year before, hell, Maverick's seen Wolf with his hands down Holly's pants. But still, this is different. This clarifies that what he's got with Ice is here to stay, not a relative (well-loved as she is) or a hook-up when it's easy.

A hand slots into Maverick's, a body saddling up next to his in the bar booth. The hand is large, familiar, and heavier with the weight of the ring he'd slipped down Ice's fourth finger without complaint. It slides away just as quickly, old habits worn into the other man, but Maverick doesn't complain, not when Ice puts that same hand on Maverick's thigh.

"Could feel your leg shaking all the way from the door."

Maverick scoffs. "Sure you could."

Ice knocks their shoulders together and doesn't leave space between them when he settles again. It makes Maverick smile, opening his mouth to tease again when Slider's loud and unmistakable voice draws his attention.

"Alright, break it up, love birds," he slides into the space across from them, Hollywood hot on his heels.

"Where's Wolf?"

Slider rolls his eyes, and Hollywood winces.

"Might have accidentally told him the wrong day. He and Cindy took the kids to dinner."

Maverick kicks the other man under the table and doesn't look sorry when Hollywood yelps. All his previous nerves slip, and he pushes menus towards the new arrivals, waiting until their food's put in and they have drinks to try and broach why he and Ice have gathered them.

When he can't manage, picking at the corner of his bottle, Slider sighs.

"Alright, you two gonna tell us what this is all about? Cause if I gotta learn Maverick knocked up some Admiral's daughter, I'm making you pay my part of the bill."

And somehow, Slider's ability to shit talk right through a thick atmosphere has Maverick's tongue loosening.

"Ice and I are gettin' hitched." He doesn't even need to drag Ice's hand out with the simple silver engagement band, the man at his side doing it himself with a raised brow like he's daring either of the other men to say something about it.

They don't, though arguably it's worse than if they had. Hollywood spits out the beer he'd been sipping, and Slider's jaw drops damn near to the table.

"You-"

"I'm sorry, what-"

"When the hell did all this happen?" Slider settles on, waving a hand between Maverick and Ice. It makes Maverick's brows furrow, but Ice drops his arm over his shoulder, too, so what minor irritation had been forcing that expression smooths out, leaving only blatant confusion.

"What the hell do you mean?" There's a bit to Maverick's tone.

"Hey," Holly says, finally done choking, "it's not that we're not happy for you guys, hell yeah, marriage and all that, but... just... isn't it a bit fast?"

It's Maverick's turn for his mouth to slacken. He'd say they're fucking with them, but honestly, Hollywood's a shit liar, and Slider would have made some crack about them being married already.

"Are you both saying you didn't know?" Ice asks, drawing Maverick's eyes to him. He's unsurprised to see an equal amount of surprise pinching Ice's lips into a downturned line.

"I mean... we haven't seen you both in a while." Slider hedges, shrugging, and Maveirk's had just about enough. He throws up his hands.

"We've been together since '92!" comes his exclamation, "You guys walked in on us in the locker room more than once. How did you not know?"

Slider is the one who chokes this time, and Hollywood, flush high on his cheeks, probably remembering something he ought to have forgotten grimaces.

"Whoops?"

Maverick feels even less bad slamming the toe of his boots into the other man's calf a second time.

What a bunch of idiots.

#icemav #icemav ficlet #nano ficlet #top gun ficlet

[foreveraweirdoneslife]

Does anybody have fic recs for pure old icemav fluff? I slumped into a hole where I can't stop thinking about Ice's death and that's killing me.

#top gun #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #top gun 1986 #top gun ficlet #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #fanfic rec #fanfic recs

[aki-draws-things]

@oh-surprise-its-me

I hope you don't mind, please let me know if you do mind. But also know, you possibly, maybe dragged me out of writer's block so hooray!

Obviously, Chris belongs to you, I've just happened to fall in love with this adorable one, and his "so absolutely not how I imagined to meet my soulmate" first meeting with Slider 🫠

(Yes, yes, I absolutely and mostly write ice/slider, and I love them together so much...but I also love the "slider is Jake's dad" just as much, so...) (plus, multiship is the way!)

"He does have beautiful eyes."

Was the very first thought, yet Chris was vastly aware it was a very improper first thought. Like, no. For the love of God, no. You're a very well-respected professional, Seresin!

Except for the stranger he had just dragged out of that wrecked car had indeed beautiful eyes.

"Hey~"

And a very pretty smile. which shouldn't be the case because the man was most likely heavily concussed, he waved a hand, or perhaps that was his main intention. He kind of waved.

Chris found himself smiling back, kneeling by his side and holding him down when he tried to move because of course, he would try to move, right? Concussed and with most likely some bruised, if not broken, ribs, and he was trying to move and sit.

"Hold still, before you hurt yourself more."

The stranger, blinked, wide-eyed, at him, he breathed slowly, which could be because of the pain, could be him keeping himself calm, or the chest trauma. His breath felt wrong, rattling under Chris' hand.

"My savior..."

Uh... alright, that made him feel like... that felt nice. If only that stranger didn't look like death warmed up to him, of course.

"Marry me..."

Chris didn't blush. Nah, he probably pushed a strand of hair back or scratched his cheek and the red on his face was blood--- Yeah, okay, maybe he blushed, that would be a lot better.

"Ah--"

"What? Pain?"

"No, no... we can't marry. We can't because-- cause Ice-- Icey will never let a pretty angel take me away--"

He frowned and Chris swallowed. He was getting worse, he could see it, confused, disoriented. Where the fuck was the ambulance anyway?! And what on God-forsaken Earth was an Icey?!

The stranger blinked, stared straight at Chris and he forced himself to smile at him. The stranger looked kinda dazed and sad.

"Pretty angel would never want to take someone like me..."

If I was the pretty angel, Chris thought, so bloody unprofessionally but he couldn't care less at that moment, I most definitely would.

He didn't have time to say anything, not a syllable, that the stranger became unconscious and the ambulance sirens wailed through the air.

Captain Kazansky always said, from the day he saw a white hair on his head, that Ron was the cause of them. Then he met Maverick, and his white hair were now carefully hidden. Extremely well hidden.

But he wasn't angry, hell, he could never be angry, not as he felt his heart thump fast inside his chest and he crossed corridors over corridors.

Not Maverick, for once, and he thought he would feel happy. Grateful. Something.

He didn't.

Because it was Ron they called about. Because Ron had listed him as his emergency contact, of course, they were family.

Because it wasn't a flight accident, or they would've been together, and he would never let something happen, Ron was coming back to the base, Ron was--

"Ron what the hell you did this time?"

At first, Tom didn't notice the other man in the room when he burst inside, uniform and all, looking ready to throw the hat straight at Ron's face but stopping as soon as he saw the bandages. God, he needed a full report on his injuries. Before now!

Ron whined, and wiggled a hand toward him until Tom finally stepped closer, took his hand gently, intertwining their fingers.

Oh, Chris thought, from a little spot in the corner, he's taken. Well--

"'m sorry Icey..." Ron whined, not looking at his pilot. "Messed up..."

So, that was what an Icey was. A person. An extremely good looking one too.

"Actually, if I maybe speak in his defense-- hi, sorry, I'm Chris, I'm the one who got him out," he smiled, and definitely rambled. "Well... he actually got hit, it wasn't his fault."

Iceman looked at him, his hand still trapped into Slider's, he looked at him.

"Thanks. For getting him out. For saving him. Don't know what I would do without him..."

Ah, so definitely taken... but perhaps-- well, he wasn't picky, if they weren't either.

#ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky #male oc #slider x original male character #chris you adorable one! #top gun ficlet #aki writes

[indybob]

Thinking about hangster’s first anniversary and what Bradley would get for Jake.

Ever since they got together, Bradley has heard Jake go on and on about the porch swing his parents used to have in the back yard, and the lazy summer afternoons he used to spend on it. When they went to Texas so Bradley could meet Jake’s family, they spent hours on that very swing, cuddling while Jake reminisced on his childhood.

So, when their first anniversary rolls around, Bradley knows exactly what he’s getting Jake. He has a porch swing installed out back that looks nearly identical to the one that Jake had growing up.

Bradley surprises Jake with it when he gets home from work, blindfolding him and leading him outside to the swing, which now has a comically large bow that Bradley stuck to the back rest. Jake is moved to tears, holding Bradley and thanking him for the most thoughtful gift he’s ever received.

They spend hours that night cuddled up on the swing, sipping wine and enjoying their first of many anniversaries to come.

#hangster anniversary #married hangster #married hangster my beloved #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #ficlet #really more of a headcanon than anything else

[tgmsunmontue]

>>I need your help. Can you come over?

Bradley looks at the message and glances at his watch, it's after dinner but still relatively early. The fact that Hangman is asking for his help is unusual enough that he must really be desperate.

He flicks a quick message confirming he's on his way and drives over, knocks on the door and steps back, wondering what it is exactly Hangman needs his help with specifically.

He doesn't expect Hangman to answer the door in nothing but a towel.

"Uh. What did you need help with exactly?"

"I got sick of trying to be subtle, or waiting for you to get off your damned perch... So here, I want your help with this. If you want."

Then he's tossing a bottle at him and Bradley catches it automatically, it's body wash and he looks at it and then back to Hangman, knows the expression on his face speaks for him.

"Read the how to use instructions..." Hangman instructs.

Bradley turns the bottle over.

DON'T KNOW HOW? WE SUGGEST FINDING SOMEONE YOU REALLY LIKE AND INVITE THEM TO DEMONSTRATE.

Okay then.

He steps forward and kicks the door closed behind him.

"How about I just wash you myself?"

"Yeah, that works too."

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick #ficlets #Writing and wrangling woes

[notroosterbradshaw]

47 + hangman please if you don't mind <33

PROMPT: 47 ''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me'' Here we go, nonny (I didn't forget about this... I just lost it in my drafts, sorry!) x

"Babydoll, " Jake smiled, greeting you at the door. His 'time off' beard growing in nicely, hair shaggy and you just loved it messy and a little longer. You were the luckiest person alive, you knew this. Coming home to this specimen? How did he get sexier? Walking into your shared villa feeling as generic as you did almost seemed criminal. "Welcome to Seresin Cocktail Hour. Please leave your bag by the door," he announced. "And clothes are optional," he did a little boogie, wriggling his hips, giving you the sultriest eyes you'd ever seen, barefoot, the drinks in his palms threatening to spill. "How was your day, love of my life?"

Without even a hello, you dropped your bag at the door miserably and slid out of your shoes, the floorboards already feeling like home. Pouting, shoulders slumped, you sniped, "Rooster called - he wants his shirt back."

Jake looked down at his shirt of choice, unbuttoned, abs on full display. He was not often brutally rebuffed when he greeted you so willingly. And he thought you liked the green palm tree shirt. He was preparing for Hawaii, and your overdue romantic getaway together next week. A little taken back, he realised quickly -

"I didn't get the promotion. Diana did."

"Oh, babydoll," he sighed, sad for you, sure, but not knowing what you wanted to hear. At last correspondence, you were good friends with her. He approached, knowing you weren't going to go to him. He put the glasses on the entry table, disappointed. He stood before you, his warm palm slinking around your neck and massaging the nape, your eyes fluttering closed, breath releasing. You'd been holding it since the announcement, it was nice to finally get air in your lungs again.

"No, this is s a good thing, she deserves it," you put your palms on his chest, your sadness etched all over your face. "Her presentation was just phenomenal. I'm just being a jealous asshole," you sighed, feeling about 3 feet small. It stung, you thought you were the shoo-in for the new role. You were naive to think you wouldn't be challenged and it would be handed to you on a silver platter.

"You worked really hard, baby. It's okay to be down about it," Jake reminded you, bringing you towards him, the stubble on his chin itchy against your forehead.

"It's just been hard to take, I thought I was a sure thing, Jake," you sighed as he wrapped his strong arms around you tenderly, supportively. You slipped your hands around his waist, hidden under his shirt, feeling his scorching, smooth skin. He moaned quietly.

"I know, babydoll," he kissed your hair and felt your body relax into his warmth. He tugged your hair and pressed his strong palms into your spine, wanting to relieve any stresses he could for you. "I'm sorry, what can I do to make you feel better? I'll do anything you want in there," he pointed to the kitchen. "Or there," he pointed towards the stairs, your bedroom, his eyebrows wriggling suggestively. You knew he was trying to make you smile, and you would never admit how much you wanted to do so. You just needed a few more minutes forlorn.

"Jake," you sighed, melting into him and he kissed your hair. "Please."

"Anything," he reiterated. "Can put a hit out if I need to, as well. Know a guy... or two."

You finally let a giggle escape and he beamed. '"I've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me', please?" you took in his cologne and felt every fibre in your body start to uncoil. His lips peppered soft kisses on your face.

"Whatever you need, my love," he told you simply and moved to hold your jaw in his hands. He stared into your eyes intently, his thumbs gentle against cheekbones before lowering his mouth to yours, lips melding, his slick tongue tracing your lips, begging entry. "Lemme taste you," he almost growled against your mouth, gripping the material of your shirt, fingers digging into the flesh beneath it and bringing you closer. "Babydoll..."

"Changed my mind," you admitted. "First you can do whatever I want in there," you nudged your head towards the bedroom and his eyebrow peaked, tongue skimming against his gleaming teeth eagerly. "Then in there," you pointed towards the kitchen.

"Anything your heart desires, ma'am," he breathed and hitched you into his strong arms.

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#writing prompts #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin fic #jake seresin #hangman fic #hangman fluff #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman x reader #jake hangman fic #top gun fluff #ficlet #notroosterbradshaw

[cowboysandpilots]

About four years before Bradley gets accepted into the Navy for real, no meddling from Mav, he gets into a bad car accident. One of those car accidents where the car flips eight times before it finally settles upside down, and the damage is irreparable.

Bradley wakes up days later in the hospital with permanent scars on his face, with Ice by his bedside and Mav hovering near the door like he knows that this isn't going to alleviate any of Bradley's anger toward him— they don't talk.

Whatever medication they have him on is doing its job; Bradley can barely stay awake to hear what the doctors have to say; he's fazing in and out, and when he does talk, all his words come out like slurred gibberish. It doesn't matter— the doctor talks to Ice instead of him. He picks up a few words here and there about a long recovery, possible brain damage and relearning things, but the worst part turns out to be hearing that his best friend and the driver of that car didn't make it. Unfortunately, that seems to be the only thing he remembers from waking up the first time. He remembers the tears stinging his eyes as he croaked out, "Charlie?" and watched as Ice shook his head slowly. The older man holds him while he collapses in tears until the drugs kick in again.

Just as the doctor predicted, Bradley's recovery is long. He's stuck in a halo for months, barely allowed to move while also being expected to manage his pain and relearn how to walk— relearn how to do everything, including living without one of his best friends, not to mention having a permanently scarred face and neck. It's hard, and his lingering resentment toward Maverick made things harder, but how could he let it go? If Maverick hadn't pulled his papers, none of this would've happened.

As soon as Bradley can actually focus on what people are saying, Iceman continually gives him a soft lecture about how much better he would feel if he just forgave Maverick, but he can't. He's nothing if not stubborn, and even then, he's more stubborn than most.

"Not forgiving him hurts you worse than it hurts him," Ice reminds gently as he cards his fingers through Bradley's tangled curls.

Bradley lets out a bitter chuckle even though the pain radiates through his body. "How much more hurt could I be?"

——

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#bradley bradshaw headcanon #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #tgm drabble #tgm fanfiction #top gun: maverick #top gun #top gun fanfiction #icemav #top gun maverick fanfiction #tgm ficlet #top gun maverick #tgm #tgm fic #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster top gun #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #my writing

[thebahwrites]

Slider & Mav + shovel talk...

Slider & Maverick - Shovel Talk (But I'm gonna surprise you <3)

Ron thinks he should be thankful that things worked out between Tom and Pete; it took them long enough after the Layton rescue but he thinks he should be thankful — if it had gone over a year, he'd probably start ripping his hair out. It was even worse not having Goose around to suffer along with but those were thoughts to be buried and not brought up again; the kind that led nowhere and only made him sad to begin with because what else there was to deal?

(Maybe he'd deal with it by himself and a bottle of Jack, when no one was looking.)

But right now, Slider found himself sitting besides Ice who was going over some reports ever so absently, muttering to himself things pertaining to their latest training hop - teaching at Top Gun wasn't a bad place to be so he didn't mind some of these more slowly-trickling days. "What d'you think about Matador Beach?" Tom finally speaks up when Ron was almost dozing off, laying on the couch, he blinks slowly.

"Like... as a place in general or..?" Ice grunts out a small laugh.

"For a date, Kerner." Oh, right, yeah, it made sense. Scratching the side of his neck, all Ron does is shrug, not really thinking too much about it.

"I guess it's fine if you like beaches? Like a picnic or something, right?" Between the two of them, Ron was more impulsive where Tom held back so his dates tended to be a lot less planned than the other's.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Ice shrugs with that typical self-confidence of his and goes back to pour over his reports. Slider's eyes narrow as he realizes he should probably make sure this whole thing doesn't blow over Ice's face. Not that his friend needs protecting but it's always good to secure and Maverick was a damn menace who often needed corralling so a shovel talk, before things got super serious between those two idiots, was more than due.

It wasn't hard to find Maverick these days, if he wasn't on the tarmac or the bar or the hangar, he was at Carole's. (Whom Slider had been avoiding like the plague and he was sure to get an earful from.) So it was quite easy to, on the very next morning, when out for a run to detour so he'd hopefully find Mitchell there; which he did.

What Ron did not expect was to find said man just sitting on the front steps of the house, staring emptily into the distance with a blank expression and slouched shoulders. For someone who was, quite frankly not particularly tall or big - Maverick often took up a lot of damn space. So much so it was easy to forget the inches he lacked in height, making up for it being loud and brash and seemingly larger than life. The kind to not let himself get hit by anything and even if he did, brushing it off like water off a duck's back. Hell, he had come out of a tragedy into a rescue with what, a week to spare?

(Impressive was the right word but Slider would be damned to say it.)

He stands there, at the corners of the fence, watching Mitchell for a moment longer. In his USNA threadbare shirt and running shorts, the man doesn't move for a good while, like he's bracing himself for something, drawing sharp breaths and then burying his face against the back of a knee.

Ron decides to step back, seems like a bad moment.

Then every moment after that seems like a bad moment.

Maybe because he had never tried to pay close attention to Pete until now or maybe because he had never had the chance, always surrounded by others and the very very least Ice was always there too. Maybe he had never really tried to read more than just their regular banter but in the following days, looking for a breach, Slider realizes just how stupidly vulnerable Maverick is. How he keeps fighting uphill to stand taller than everyone, how he keeps his chin up taking hit after hit both metaphorically and physically when it comes down to it.

Their stupid beach picnic date comes and goes without any kind of hiccup and Slider was still trying to find a way to put Mitchell against the wall but the more time went by, the less he actually felt like doing it. It felt wrong, like kicking someone who was already down and he can't quite put a finger on the why. Maverick was a damn runt, is what he was.

It's exactly a week after that, when Ron realizes why, despite all their bantering and picking and arguing and more often than not headbutting, he can't bring himself to be actually hard on Mitchell. Sure call him slow and overthinking, maybe he just liked to cover all of his bases before spurring into action but for once, it at least panned out when the lamp clicked over his head like a cartoon moment.

"Hey." He calls out to Ice, as they're back where they'd been a week ago but instead of lying flat on the couch, Slider is standing right in front of the desk, grabbing his pilot's paperwork to make him look up, serious intent behind it. Tom looks up with a puzzled and slow blink, putting the papers down. They'd always been on the same wavelength

"Hey, what's up?" Ice picked tone shifts easily, he'd learned how to read Slider like an open book and he was glad for it. It was why, and how, they worked so well together for so long. So he could read the very real seriousness on Ron's voice and the very real intensity behind his eyes, adjusting his posture to make sure Ron knew; he was listening.

"Be good to Mitchell." If anyone, ever, held Ron Kerner to those words, he'd probably deny it. Hell, he wasn't so sure he was even saying them but fuck it if he hadn't rehearsed it inside his head for a while now. Holding Ice's startled gaze with firmness, he held a rigid finger pointing at his pilot's chest. "Don't fuck this up, man. I know you're the best and all so I'm counting on you, don't make me kick your blondie ass, got it?"

Tom stared back, surprised and clearly speechless, a little bit like a startled fish with his mouth falling a little open; Ron wanted to backtrack because it felt weird.

But someone had to keep an eye out for Goose's runt, right?

[Send me a Top Gun / Top Gun: Maverick prompt for a ficlet!]

#bah answers #prompts #ficlet #top gun fic #ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #iceman x maverick #slider x maverick #IF YOU SQUINT #slimav #top gun 1986 #tg86 #abt: my writing #writing warmups #//trying to get back on my shit! #//is it good? probably not!!! #//but i'm writing so it counts #also #sloose #if you squint a lot

[icemav86]

Maverick has nowhere to be and he’s gotten good at turning off his internal clock on days he can sleep in. The sun streaming through the window onto the bed gives him a general sense of the time so he’s not surprised when he sees Ice exit the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. Mav offers a sleepy smile in answer to Ice’s quiet good morning, and settles back into his pillow to watch Ice dress. He makes no attempt to keep his eyes from roaming across Ice’s body when Ice’s towel drops to the floor, a pleasant heat settling in his belly at the sight of Ice’s long, lean body. Ice is efficient when he dresses, and precise, nothing out of place as he pulls his uniform on. Maverick’s learned to expect nothing less, but watching Ice move through his routine hasn’t gotten old. None of this has - their combined scent mingling in the sheets, the simple domesticity of their lives, the knowledge that he and Ice continue to choose each other. It didn’t come easily or without risk and all of it is worth it, for this life they built.

“I see you watching me, Mav,” Ice says, humor in his voice as he straightens his collar.

“Never gonna stop, Kazansky,” he replies, leering for effect. It’s true, though. For ten years he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off Ice and he can’t imagine that ever changing. He says as much, when Ice leans over the bed to kiss Mav goodbye. It’s a soft, lingering kiss - one that could turn to more if they had the time. Reluctantly, he lets Ice pull away, to head to work. He sinks back into the sheets already thinking of how he’ll welcome Ice home that night.

From this prompt: Fluff Enjoying Watching Lover Get Dressed/Undressed

#top gun fic #oc ficlet #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun 86 #domesticity #so in love

[lesbiradshaw]

never grow up

by lesbiseresin

Bradley’s first instinct has always been to keep things to himself. It’s why he’s trying so hard to hide it— but Carole knows.

She’s his mother. Of course she knows.

(alternatively: a look into how much carole loves her son)

#i call this a silly ficlet but it was emotionally draining to write #i just love them so much MY FAMILY…. #writing more things for the target audience of like 3 people 🫡 #my writing #carole bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun fic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick fanfiction #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

OK this one's going out to @redfurrycat specifically. I just finished watching this movie, so I'm on a high, so bear with me....

"Sleepless in Seattle" IceMav AU

Bradley Bradshaw is eight years old. His biological father, Nick Bradshaw, passed away a year ago, leaving Bradley to be raised by his partner, Pete Mitchell.

Ever since Nick passed away, Pete has basically been a recluse. He raises Bradley the best he can, and goes to work, but he doesn't spend time with friends very much, and he definitely doesn't date.

Bradley is worried about his Uncle Pete, and believes he should move on and start dating again. But he doesn't know how to help his uncle get past his loneliness, so he does what he thinks is the most logical thing - and calls in to a psychiatrist's radio show for advice.

Tom Kazansky is halfway across the country, driving to his fiance's parents house for Christmas, when he hears Bradley calling in to Dr. Penny Benjamin's show on satellite radio. He is instantly charmed (and saddened) by this young child who wants so badly for his guardian to get out there and meet someone new, so he won't be lonely anymore.

After Bradley talks to Dr. Penny for a few minutes, Penny asks Bradley if he can put his uncle on the phone. Tom is floored by the cajones on this woman, and as he listens, he discovers that Pete Mitchell is too. The guy definitely doesn't sound appreciative of being asked about his personal life, on a radio show, by a complete stranger. But after a couple of minutes, Pete starts to open up about Nick, and how much he and Bradley miss him, and how much he loved him - and how these days, the best he can do is tell himself to get out of bed, and remind himself how to breathe, and hope that not all days will be as difficult as these ones have been.

Tom is in tears by the end of the segment. He is so moved by Pete and Bradley, and somehow so drawn to Pete, even though he'd only heard his voice. He doesn't know what he looks like, he doesn't know anything about him, except that he's recently widowed (why do they call it widowed if you're a widower? They should call it widowered, shouldn't they?), and that he's raising what sounds like really great kid.

In the days that follow the radio show, Pete receives thousands of letters and emails from people who want to date him. He thinks the whole idea is nuts and refuses to look at any of them, but Bradley pours through them, intent on finding a new love for Pete, and a new step-parent for himself.

Tom tries to go on with his regular life - his fiance, his job, his friends - but he cannot get Pete Mitchell out of his mind. Which is RIDICULOUS, because he lives hundreds of miles away, and damnit TOM IS ENGAGED!

...But somehow that doesn't stop Tom from looking up all he can about Pete Mitchell. He considers even going to his home address to meet him (you can find anything on the internet now...if you hack a few databases, it's so creepy!).

...In the end, despite his location, and his fiance, and the fact that everything could crash and burn in one foul swoop, Tom decides to send a letter.

He's inspired by his favourite romantic movie, An Affair to Remember. And after he tell Pete a few things about himself, he writes that he would love to meet him on top of the Empire State Building in New York City, on Valentine's Day.

A few days later, in Pete and Bradley's house, Bradley rushes into Pete's bedroom holding Tom's letter.

"This one!" Bradley exclaims. "Tom's the one I like!"

#top gun ficlet #top gun 1986 #sleepless in seattle #icemav au #icemav #maverick & bradley #past-maverick x goose #pete mitchell #tom kazansky #bradley bradshaw #nick bradshaw #penny benjamin

[film-in-my-soul]

Can we please get an IceMav fix it ficlet? Thank you ❤️

You've got it darling ❤️

.⋆｡°✩ Of course there would be someone to mourn Maverick if he burned in, and he's waiting on the carrier for him to come home. ✩°｡⋆.

It serves Maverick right, he thinks to himself, that the adrenaline would start to wear off immediately when Hangman drops out of the smoking, smoldering, falling wreckage of the fifth-gen he'd shot out of the sky. There's the telltale decline of buzzing energy under his skin, and almost ironically, it brings with it a hand tremor and swooping in his gut that he fights down, has to fight down, when they turn around for the carrier, and he and Rooster lose an engine. Knowing they could have lost a whole goddamn wing, Maverick doesn't voice his frustration, only shrugs, gets his grip as steady as he can on the stick trying to jerk wildly between his knees, and quips to quell Rooster's growing distress. They've come so far. To fail now is unthinkable, and if Maverick has to point the nose of his bird right into the tarmac just to make it happen, well, he's not the one who has to deal with the sparks that shoot up from their lack of landing gear.

He does have to deal with the whiplash and his helmet smacking against the screaming controls, though.

It's over quick, at least, and Maverick can fight through his swimming vision and pulsing skull easily when the canopy hisses open, and the sound of high-spirited cheering and thunderous applause greets him like a hero's welcome. He hops from the wing of the F-14 and lands with legs that threaten to fall out from under him. His knees are weak, and there's a painful lurch at the base of his spine. It's at least a slight nod to his age, but mostly, Maverick thinks it has to do with a forced eject at Mach 10 and taking a missile to his tail in the middle of a dogfight. That's the excuse he'll cling to when he's chewed out within an inch of his life by the medical staff if he even makes it there before he's ripped a new one.

Between Rooster rounding on him, hugging him tight like he did years ago, when Maverick felt he was at least half deserving of it, and the sweeping relief, he's not sure it'll happen. That, and there's an unmistakable presence making its way toward him, crewmen parting with hasty salutes to create a tunnel from the observation deck gangway right to where Maverick is stood, swaying like the ocean around them must be.

Either a silence is falling the closer Ice gets to him, or Maverick's losing his hearing. It could be both if he's being honest with himself; there's already an edge of black to his vision that he's soldiering through. If he passes out now, it's not just the man coming to a stop a foot away that'll have his balls but the whole damn Navy. And while there might be a debate on the ownership of them already, Maverick's not looking for a reminder, not while he's coming off a victory that, for all he'd fronted, shouldn't have happened, not without a casualty.

"Captain," Ice says, voice rough, something sharp in his red-rimmed eyes.

"Admiral Kazansky," Maverick nods, not bothering to salute. He'd won that bet in the late 2000s, and he honestly thinks if he tried being cute about it, Ice might punch him for the trouble.

There's a moment, a stalemate, and then Ice rolls his eyes and reaches forward, dragging Maverick in by a shoulder. For as firm as his grip is, he doesn't let Maverick slam into his chest or hold him too tightly. He's probably already looked at his pre-mission physical and found Maverick lacking the constitution for it. Maverick doesn't fight it, even going so far as to press into Ice's chest, throwing rank to the fucking wind for just this moment.

He feels hot air against his ear and tries not to slump fully into the other man's embrace like he might in a more private setting.

"When you see yourself to medical and are cleared, you are going to march yourself to my quarters, and I am going to remind you about those little things called vows, Pete."

Maverick hums, risks the quickest, lightest kiss to Ice's throat above the collar of his uniform, and whispers back, "Promise?"

It almost makes the incessant twinge in his back and definite concussion worth it.

Ficlet Bingo!

#icemav #top gun ficlet #ficlet #blog game

[slidersimp]

Not so secret admirer

I made a little Icemav Valentine’s day drabble! Very quick but I hope you like it!!

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Maverick had almost forgotten it was Valentine’s Day before he arrived at his office. Ice was gone, on another one of his trips where he left quickly and couldn’t tell Maverick where he was going, just gave him a kiss on the way out the door and promised him he’d be safe. Maverick had been working himself to the bone, final qualifications for one of the jets he was testing making him go on multiple hops a day, pushing the jet beyond the borders of the envelope. He was actually thankful for a day in the office looking over specs and paperwork when he made it into work that morning, his flight suit tucked away in favor of his khakis and a moment to catch his breath.

He stopped short at the sight of his desk. He’d left his papers neatly tucked away, the only things atop the desk being a little container of pens, the monitor for his computer, and a single red rose, with a card resting below the stem.

His heart jumped into overdrive, learned fear and caution rising up in him for an arresting moment before he remembered the events of the past few months. It was February 14th, 2012. Don’t ask, don’t tell was a thing of the past. Homophobia wasn’t something that could be done away with by a piece of legislation, but Tom “Iceman” Kazansky was his partner for all the world to know.

He cast his eyes around the office, his coworkers watching him with curiosity, and he went to his desk. He set his bag down on his chair, taking the rose in one hand and the card in the other. The gift was small, not the basket filled with chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear he’d seen on one of his coworker’s desks, but it was undeniable. 

He’d spent enough years in the closet not to expect anything on this particular holiday, nothing that wasn’t hidden behind closed doors, and even then sometimes he and Tom had refrained from anything that might be physically telling for the safety of their own careers. He’d never received anything like this, but a single rose sat on his desk, and Pete couldn’t help but smile when he looked at the gift and thought of Tom. It was simple, nothing gaudy like the gift basket he’d seen, but thoughtful all the same, a proclamation of his feelings in a way that could not be denied. He traced his thumb carefully over one of the thorns on the stem.

He recognized Tom’s handwriting on the envelope immediately, his name written out the way Tom always wrote it on the little notes he left him, stuck to the fridge or the front door when he had to leave for the airport before Pete even got out of bed, or snuck into his lunch on the days he was home. Just four letters, but the familiarity, the care in the strokes of ink made him smile. Pete. 

He slipped the card from the envelope.

I was hoping to deliver this in person, but life gets in the way sometimes. Maybe you’ll like this way better. My plan was to show up while you were right about to go on your lunch break. I’d walk straight into your office, right up to your desk and surprise you. And probably embarrass you in front of all your coworkers, too, but who gives a shit what they think? I wanted to show everyone what we are, that I’m more than just your wingman. 

One day, we’ll do it legally, with rings and a wedding. Hopefully one day soon, but until that day comes, I hope this is at least something. 

I love you, Pete. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Tom.

He lowered the card with a small smile on his face. He’d call Tom later today, maybe as soon as he got onto his lunch break, just to tell him he’d gotten his gift. One of his coworkers flashed him a smile as they entered, nodding at the rose.

“Secret admirer?” They asked, and Pete turned the rose in his fingers, smiling down at it.

“My partner.” He said, because it was the best word for Tom, and a word he’d come to love. Not boyfriend, which felt flippant, not husband, because even with the commitment there, there were still legal barriers standing in their way. Partner, because Tom had hugged him on the deck of the Enterprise and had decided he’d never let go. Pete had decided the same. He met his coworker’s eyes with a smile. “Not so secret anymore.”

#top gun fic #top gun #top gun iceman #tom iceman kazansky #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #iceman x maverick #ficlet #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #slidersimpfics

[nimuetheseawitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Carole Bradshaw Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Ficlet, Light Angst, Bittersweet, Comfort, Established Relationship, Baking, Mention of Canonical Character Death, Late Night Conversations, Baking as a Coping Mechanism, Memories, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Needs A Hug Series: Part 3 of Baker Bradley Summary:

"Why baking?"

Jake's question drifts out into the darkness of the bedroom. It's something he'd been wondering for a while, but it had never felt like the right time to ask. He felt Bradley tense in his arms, but his boyfriend didn't try to brush it off or make excuses to leave the bed, so Jake stayed silent, giving him the space to decide how he would answer.

"My mom taught me how."

Jake sucked in a breath and immediately tried to backpedal, "You don't have to-"

Bradley tugged Jake's arms tighter around him and laced their fingers together. "I know, but I want to tell you." 

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #carole bradshaw #ficlet #tg:m #my fic #baker bradley

[thyknife]

Because now all I’m thinking about is dimples and curls:

“These,” Bradley breathes, running the index finger of each hand into the deep, mirthful grooves on either side of Jake’s jaw.

Jake is smiling, a bit flushed at the intimate attention to his face. And that’s saying a lot, being able to make Hangman blush. He’s bashful at the effect Bradley so easily has on him, and it makes the smile start to drop shyly from his features.

“No don’t,” Bradley sounds devastated when the dimples disappear.

Jake groans, threading a hand into Bradley’s mussed up brown curls and tugging.

“You’ll have to work for them,” Jake murmurs, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lover’s whiskered lip.

“Fine. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

And the implications of that statement...Jake is smiling broadly once more, against his will.

“There they are!”

Jake laughs and pulls the other man down into his chest before he can get his hands back on Jake’s face.

#hangster #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #top gun: maverick #ficlets