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buzzthetower · 2 years

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Fuck it AU where Mav and Ice get to be happy and married together in public

Both of them constantly try to introduce each other to people as ‘my husband’ people see Mav at formal events and two minutes into the conversation he casually asks if they’ve all met his husband and usually the last thing people expect is for him to whip an admiral out.

Ice is much more subtle about it, he’ll just casually drop mid-conversation something about 'my husband' and no one really knows what to expect from him either, but it is also not Captain Pete Mitchell, because if you haven’t heard of him you at least have a friend of a friend who could tell you some batshit story about him.

Of course, all of the officers who have known them for longer are very aware they’re married and Maverick will still start the ‘my husband this’ and ‘my husband that’ as soon as he gets the chance. Everyone does their best not to roll their eyes.

Maverick enjoys getting to hang off of Ice's arm just a little bit too much because Ice secretly loves having Maverick hanging onto him for everyone to see and also because it's best not to try to cause a scene with him in public by trying to get him to stop.

Ice hates Maverick’s bike, thinks it's a deathtrap, and has to be baited onto it every time they go somewhere on it.

When they first started dating, Maverick would pick him up on it and definitely not drive a little bit too fast just to see if he could get Ice to hold onto him tighter and, “really come on Ice, you’re telling me the top pilot of his class is afraid of going five over the speed limit?”

When they’re older, Maverick teaches at Top Gun and whenever he gets a particularly unruly batch of kids he starts casually threatening that they should really be on their toes because you never know when higher-ups and Admirals might be visiting, and to be specific do you really want to look like a shit head in front of the Commander of the US Pacific Fleet?

Some of them assume it's all talk until said Admiral is sitting quietly in the corner of the mess hall on a random Wednesday afternoon across from Maverick talking over lesson plans and suddenly class on Thursday morning is very well behaved.

Because there's one thing worse than having Maverick ride your ass for doing something stupid, it's a disappointed look from Admiral Kazansky.

Maverick likes to stake out a corner of Ice’s office because “Ice, it's so much bigger than mine, what are you even going to do with all this space anyways?” and while it's not entirely conducive to Ice getting work done, he has found a significant decrease in the number of people that demand to have meetings with him when they find out Maverick is laid across the couch doing his own reports.

Maverick claims he’s more productive with Ice around, Ice thinks he's full of bullshit but he doesn’t want to jinx the fact Maverick is actually doing paperwork for once so he decides to put up with it.

Maverick is very much on a first-name basis with Ice’s secretary, she’ll sometimes call Maverick if she knows Ice has had meetings all day and hasn’t had time for lunch or anything like that. If Maverick is free he comes over with food for Ice and usually a candy bar for her that he tosses onto her desk with a wink before busting into Ice’s office. Ice thinks this should count as a conspiracy to commit treason against him, Maverick thinks he should stop skipping breakfast and lunch.

#icemav #let them be old and married and happy together goddamnit #happily married with kids (a dozen new ones for each top gun class that mav teaches)#iceman x maverick #they are not beating the allegations #top gun #top gun: 1986 #top gun: maverick #iceman #ice #mav #maverick #headcanons #izzy writes

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wordsonamission · 21 days

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67 or 81 for the kiss prompts? 😘

Hello! Thanks so much for this, sorry I took forever to reply. But you get 1300 words for waiting! (I hope it's worth it).

I'm thinking about posting this on A03 later, I kinda like it. And you know me, standard warnings for angst and softness apply. I like the other prompt too (we just broke up, let's kiss one last time) so let me know if there's any interest in writing for that, too.

The prompt: icemav #67 Leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours.

The clatter and hum of carrier life was all around them. Never a dull moment, never any sense of real peace or privacy. Silence was akin to sacrilege and learning to sleep among the endless noise of engines and the constant thrum of life from the crew of thousands was difficult. Once adjusted, however, sleeping among the tranquil stillness and hushed sounds of civilian life became nearly unbearable.

It wasn’t the carrier’s sounds that kept Maverick awake. His body ached all over: his jaw throbbed from how tightly he’d clenched it since Goose’s death, his back and neck spasmed from whiplash and the force of the Gs he’d endured during the dogfight, and his nerves were jittery after the constant emotional upheavals of the past days. Without battlefield adrenaline, he was crashing hard.

But his body and racing mind wasn’t the source of his continued wakefulness, either. That cause was far more pleasant. The final twist that threatened to sooth him into emotional complacency and something very close to a word he didn’t dare think about (love).

Warm fingertips trailed down his stomach, disturbing the sheen of sweat that gathered there. Maverick’s shower after the Layton rescue hadn’t been enough to really cleanse him. Days of grief and fear seemed to be leaking out of his pores. The muscles of his stomach bunched and trembled under the firm touch. Ablution came in the form of the plush lips that pressed against his shoulder and the leaking from his eyes that he called sweat but were really tears.

He laid himself out, his full length stretched along the narrow rack, vulnerable naked skin on display and asking for absolution. He had nothing left to give and nothing he could hide in this secret place. There were no more mental barriers, no more excuses or standards of decorum. In this small place tucked away from prying eyes, he was reduced to his truest self, the scared animal that covered its flaws with bared teeth and feigned fearlessness.

“Maverick?”

The voice that said his name fell from those blessed lips. He shook his head, flinching as those roving fingertips rose to cup his jaw and turned him back to face reality and his companion in the tiny bed.

Ice was a thousand yards of hot, golden skin, such a contrast to the name they gave him. Call signs were just one more mask that they hid behind. Just days before, Maverick thought he hated him. And, in some ways, he did. He hated how Ice held up a mirror to his faults and called him out on the dangerous things he did. He hated that Ice was right so often, and that he was so pompous about it, confidant in his rightness. He hated that he was such a fantastic aviator even while playing by the rules.

But Maverick now knew that Ice’s criticism came first from a place of care and now from a place that might be real affection. Now he knew how the musk of Ice’s cock tasted and how it felt to be wrapped in those long arms. He felt safe for the first time in ages when Ice was in control – in the air or on the ground. Ice was more than Maverick’s wingman – he was the lodestone foundation upon which he could build the rest of his life.

Ice kissed his forehead. The touch was tender and sweet and made Maverick’s mouth quiver. He was so sweet now, but scant minutes before he’d made Maverick come harder than he’d ever come in his life, whispering deadly promises in his ear as one hand worked his cock and the other skillfully massaged a place inside him that he hadn’t even known existed.

But Ice wouldn’t let him turn away. There was no more hiding, not between them. Maverick’s breath stuttered as he failed to keep himself in control. For so long he’d tied down any deep emotion so far within himself that he could pretend it no longer existed. All his hurts, all his fears, the shattered trust that broke when his mother chose her own pain over her young son’s needs, the source of his desperate need to prove his worth, all of it was open and raw.

“Let go, Mav. I’ve got you.”

Finally, the tears fell in earnest. Mav fell apart as Ice held him impossibly close. Their damp skin stuck together in ways that should be deeply uncomfortable, but Maverick relished the connection anyway. He wanted to burrow inside Ice’s ribcage and make a home for himself, somewhere safe. He was distantly embarrassed by this blatant display of weakness, but he was too tired to fight anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “God, Ice, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. I promise, Mav: it’s going to be alright.”

Ice sounded so sure. But Maverick could hear the waver in his voice and felt the shiver in his skin. They were both so fragile, balanced on a knife’s edge and ready to fall. They held each other together tightly anyway, neither willing to sacrifice their closeness.

“Why am I such a fuckup?” Maverick asked an interminable time later. Then smaller, to stop Ice from speaking when he felt him take a quick breath: “I miss him so much.”

“You are not a fuckup,” Ice cut in firmly before Maverick could continue his self-flagellation. “What happened was an accident. You’re cocky and push everyone’s boundaries, sure, but you are an excellent aviator and a good person.”

Maverick wasn’t so sure, but didn’t have the energy to argue. “I should have been better.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry,” Ice countered. “It was my jetwash you flew through. If I had kept my temper and taken the risk to take the shot, the accident wouldn’t have happened.”

Maverick frowned. He hadn’t considered that angle. But - “I was goading you into a reaction. That means I’m responsible for your anger and Goose’s death.”

“No,” Ice hissed emphatically. He cradled Maverick’s face into the meat of his upper arm, surrounding him with the surety of his strength. “Sometimes things just happen. Even if, and that’s IF, you were responsible, the canopy didn’t clear properly. You might be culpable for the accident but not for Goose’s death.”

Maverick’s throat clicked as he swallowed hard. His face was a ruddy mess of tears and mucus. He wanted to hide away from the pain by staying safe in Ice’s arms forever. The shaking just wouldn’t end. He was alternatively hot and cold, ready to push Ice away so he could breathe without his weight atop him and at the same time craving the way Ice’s presence kept him from feeling out of control of his body.

Three sharp raps sounded on the bulkhead behind Ice’s body. Their time was nearly up. Slider had covered their absence from the others for as long as possible, but it was time to return to the world. Maverick clung obstinately to Ice’s middle and forced one last rattling breath into his aching lungs. Ice nuzzled deeply into Maverick’s neck to steel himself. Finally, he pulled back and held Maverick’s face in both hands and he kissed him deeply, full of promise.

They dressed quickly and Ice fixed his hair in the tiny mirror in his kit. Raw and shocky still, Maverick moved without thinking. His mind was totally blank at last. Ice caught his hand as he moved to leave the compartment. One firm squeeze and Maverick’s heart could beat again. One loaded look and he knew that he wasn’t alone. They nodded to each other, not needing words to understand the words they couldn’t say. Ice’s worried expression cleared, but concern still lurked behind his eyes. Maverick ran his thumb over Ice’s palm to soak up the feel of his skin one last time before he headed out the door to face reality.

#wordsonamission writes #icemav #top gun: 1986 #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic

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hannigram-surpremacy · 2 years

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My newest hyperfixation is Top Gun and still Hannibal. They have me by the ankles and I'm freely getting dragged in further.

#hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal #hannibal nbc #top gun: 1986 #top gun: maverick #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky

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enthyrea · 1 month

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my tg86 piece for @topgunzine!

i actually drew this in april of last year- i’m so glad to finally post it! thank you to everyone who bought and supported the zine 🤍🛩️

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wizardwomenwisdom · 11 months

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happy pride month to chad and ryan, the lil gay cowboy and roman in the night at the museum trilogy, and every man who played volleyball in top gun (1986).

#yes i know their names are jed and octavius it’s a reference to the seminal pride post #chad and ryan #chad danforth #ryan evans #jedtavius #jedidiah natm #natm octavius #top gun 1986 #goosemav #icemav #iceman #mavrick #pride month #this is what happens when i talk to my mom for too long #i lie about posts existing then make them happen

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callsignmav · 3 months

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First and last conversation.

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun 2022 #tom cruise #val kilmer #tomcruiseedit #valkilmeredit #topgunedit #filmedit #filmgifs #top gun: maverick #my edit #userakai #first&last

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diadotcom · 1 month

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when the cowboys are gay fighter pilots…. or when the fighter pilots are gay cowboys…? they are gay and fighter pilots and also cowboys

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pinkyoyogurt · 1 month

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"behind every gay person theres always a much gayer one"

#LMFAOOO #icemav #top gun #tg86 #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky

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sluttyhenley · 5 months

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#ObsessedWithThatGuy

TOP GUN (1986) dir. Tony Scott

#top gun #top gun 1986 #topgunedit #topgundaily #tom iceman kazansky #val kilmer #movieedit #moviegifs #filmedit #filmgifs #cinematv #*#if you see me posting top gun no you don't #icemav #sort of #he's such a freak (affectionate)

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vannral · 4 months

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icemav's ways to flirt: banter and longing looks

#icemav #top gun #top gun 1986 #they make me insane #the way ice loves??#being mav's guardian angel for decades afterwards #being there for him and sticking by him even after mav's decision to pull bradley's papers #that's some fucking devotion right there #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #vann makes stuff

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gothidecorem · 6 months

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And violà! @kazanskys-mitchell

#top gun #top gun 1986 #tg86 #tom cruise #anthony edwards #val kilmer #rick rossovich #pete mitchell #nick bradshaw #tom kazansky #ron kerner #maverick #goose #iceman #slider

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buzzthetower · 2 years

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Top Gun || 1986

#top gun #top gun: 1986 #my gifs #this scene was so pretty ugh

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wordsonamission · 9 months

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Fellas, is it gay to smear aloe on your crush's body in the locker room after hours while making intense eye contact in the mirror?

After the volleyball game, Maverick is left with a nasty sunburn across his shoulders. He tries to ignore it until it fades, but the pain of the burn is starting to get to him. The guys at Top Gun give him a rough time about leaving the game early to meet up with Charlie but Ice notices that the source of Maverick's frustration isn't so much his failed dated as the tender state of his skin. Ice lets Maverick borrow a bottle of aloe and is even nice enough to help him apply it where Maverick can't reach . . .

It's the height of summer and I couldn't resist writing a short entry for Top Gun Summer (not related to the fantastic collection, I was an idiot and didn't sign up for a gift prompt sorry). My inspiration was knowing that Mav would be sunburned to bits after the volleyball game and wouldn't it be so fun if Ice helped him in a way that means some good-old "platonic" touching.

There's a good chance there will be a second part posted, so let me know if that interests you! There are a couple different directions I could go. And the rating is just T for this chapter (I focused on building that delicious tension and UST instead of getting right to the good stuff) but that would change with a sequel because of who I am as a person.

Comments are love! I can't wait to hear what you guys think <3

#wordsonamission writes #top gun fanfiction #top gun fic rec #top gun fic recs #icemav #top gun: 1986 #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell

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warnersister · 18 days

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Personal Space

Bradley ‘Rooster�� Bradshaw x reader

Summary: you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space.

You never understood why Bradley stuck around. Since the academy you’d preferred to stick to yourself; get your head down and get the job done. Especially with a surname like Mitchell. You didn’t want your father and grandfather’s reputation to negatively proceed you, and by the time people had put two and two together as to whom loins you came from: you’d made your own reputation so Maverick never made much of a difference to it.

But still, having dinner in the mess you’d sat down, when someone came and thudded down next to you and began eating themselves. “I’m Bradley” he said when you finally looked up at him. You raised a brow “Bradshaw?” You ask and he nods: you recognise him from the photos your dad pinned up in your two’s hanger. You hum “and you are?” He asks “not important.” You reply, deciding you’d lost your appetite and stood to clear your plate “good talk!” Bradley said, but you were already walking away.

He’d next encountered you when you were running around the academy, early morning; before any naval training would take place. He hummed and decided it was perfectly acceptable to interrupt your jaunt with his presence. “Hey! Up so early?” He asks as he tries to match your pace from a standstill “could ask you the same.” You reply bluntly “well I wanted to get a run in before-” “well there’s your answer.” You reply, cutting him off. “You run really quick.” He says as you try to keep your pace increasing to shake him off “goodbye, Bradshaw.” You say, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes and taking off at a pace he couldn’t sustain. He just stops and shakes his head smiling, you were funny.

Eventually, you’d both gotten up in the air and were quick to earn your callsigns “Rooster” and “Hen”. Bradley earned his because he was up before the chickens, you’d earned yours because the chicken kept fucking following you around like you were his mother. You were sat on the aircraft carrier, your trainee group learning how to land on a ship deck and you’d finally gotten a moment of peace that evening. You sat on the edge of the deck, feet dangling over the edge as you watched the sunset, not moving when you hear someone slip into the space between the barriers beside you.

“Oh look my chick is back.” You mumble sarcastically and Bradley laughs loudly at you. “You love me really” he says, looking at you as if he wanted to you agree with him “you seem to keep telling yourself that, don’t you?” You hum, turning to watch the sea lap against the grey metal. You can feel him fidgeting beside you, as if antsy to say something. “What?” You ask, finally turning to look at him. “What?” He repeats, looking at you with raised brows “you want to ask me something. You’re fidgeting.” You point out “so ask me or fuck off” you say, turning away again. “Your last name is Mitchell” he says and you roll your eyes “you can read and hear. Two things I’ve learnt today.” You huff, again, with sarcasm. “Are you related to Pete Mitchell?” He asks, looking at you and nearly holding his breath “you finally put two and two together?” You ask and he lets out the breath.

“Yeah, he’s my dad.” You say after a while “I was a whoopsie baby my mother didn’t want anything to do with” you tell him. “He used to fly with my dad.” Bradley almost whispers, voice just a few octaves above. “I know” you nod “he’s practically wallpapered all over our hanger.” You say “so are you” you eye him. “He pulled my papers” he says, again after a few moments of silence “I know” you say “do you know why?” He asks “yes.” You reply, and he could tell you weren’t going to elaborate. “Y’know I’m not a fan of your dad, but I really like you.” He says and you just look at him with a blank face. “Yup” you hum to yourself and he raises a brow “just as Mother Goose was described” you say, and Bradley’s face immediately lights up with a huge grin, stretching and arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“Get off me.” “Yup, yep, sorry.”

For your first deployment, the academy set it up that you’d at least be with one person from your training squadron, and today the list of names were coming out; they were scribbled on the back of a napkin and pinned to a notice board.

“1. Haywood & Solomons, 2. Hughes & Shelley & Omaha, 3. Cooper & Parker & Cromwell & Smith, 4. Bradshaw,” you crossed your fingers as someone read out the names, then yours was read alongside Bradley’s “oh for god’s sake” you grumble, turning to see Bradley practically jumping for joy. “This is great! Me and you, Hen!” Rooster cheers and you just stare at him “should’ve called you leech cause you’re acting like one. Calm down.” You instruct and he tries to chill out, but the cheeky smile on his face was indiminishagble.

He only became more unbearable then, with you every working hour, your wingman on the missions you’d fly, inseparable despite your complaints. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Hawk asked you, as he came to sit with you for lunch. You shush him loudly. “Woah woah I only asked where he was.” “Speak his name and he shows up. I’m trying to hide.” you say in a hushed voice “plus he isn’t my boyfriend” “sure” he scoffs but the daggers being shot into his head silenced him easily.

“Hey Hen! Hawk” Bradley greets as he sits down. You grunt and point an accusatory finger at Hawk “this is your fault, jackass” you say and he laughs at you, him and Bradley engage in conversation as you just eat, having learnt the skill of drowning him out. “What about you, Hen?” Hawk asked, drawing your attention away from your plate and up to the two men alongside you, you raise an eyebrow - letting them know you were insinuating that you weren’t listening to their conversation.

“Do you want a family?” He ask and you just nod “really?” Hawk asks “that’s cute, didn’t take you for a family gal” he jokes and you harshly kick his leg under the table “kids and everything?” He asks after the pain subsides. “Yup.” You say and Bradley hums “I didn’t know that” he says and you just look at him “you never asked.” You reply simply, and that was true: he hadn’t. He was quite prepared to spend the rest of existence chasing after you, whether that meant giving you your first kiss on your deathbeds.

The two of you even went to Top Gun together, training to be the finest naval aviators of them all. And boy, you two fought to be the best; tongue and teeth, blood sweat and tears, everything. The decision came down to one final dogfight. “May the best aviator win” Rooster jokes, sticking out a hand to you. You eye it and internally question if you were insane, before leaning up to peck his cheek. “Prepare to loose, chicken.” You say, leaving him frozen in his place while you head to your plane. That day, Bradley was seriously off his A-game, and you came out on top.

A Mitchell finally Top Gun.

“Congratulations!” Bradley says excitedly on graduation day when you victoriously lifted the trophy above your head. You turned to him and he leant down slightly - you weren’t stupid, you knew what he was intending to do. “Thank you, Brad.” You say, turning to walk over to where your father was stood - knowing that was probably the only time Bradley wouldn’t follow you. That was the first time you’d ever called him anything short of Bradley Bradshaw.

“I’m so proud of you honey” your dad says, hugging you tightly and you embrace him back, smiling widely “thank you, dad” you respond and he looks behind you where Bradley was stood a while back, watching the ordeal. “Is that-” “yes” you tell him and your dad just looks at you “I wouldn’t get all teary he follows me like a lost puppy” you grumble but he just grins “he’s a good kid, hon.” He says and you shake your head “he’s definitely something”

“So how does their relationship work?” Bob asks Hangman, watching Bradley talk your ear off and you just staring ahead into space, blankly. “You see Bobby my boy,” Jake begins “Hen loves her personal space” Bob nods “Rooster also loves Hen’s personal space.” Bob nods again, now understanding. “Haven’t they done everything together though?” He asks “I think it’s more the fact that Hen does something and Rooster just kinda goes with it” Phoenix said and Bob hums, as Bradley continues to converse one-sidedly with you.

“He means well” you hear from beside you as you stare out from the hanger, turning to see your honorary uncle Tom walking towards you, you run towards him as he embraces you tightly “hey Ice” you smile, sweetly. “Hey sweetheart” he croaks. “I mean what I said.” He states and you raise a brow “he means well” he nods towards the man doing his required push ups on the ground with Hondo. “I know, Ice.” You tell him. “No, I don’t think you do” he hums and you raise your eyebrows at him. “The kids in love with you. You’ve either got to let him in or tell him to get out.” He says, “you’re living together for goodness sake”. “It was cheaper” you argue “we both know the accommodation is subsidised.” He states, matter-of-factly, patting your shoulder as he turns to go talk to your dad when he walks into the room.

It was true, you and Bradley were sharing accommodation. “Hey Hen, they’ve offered us shared accommodation back in Miramar” Bradley says, coming over with a pamphlet. “Why?” You ask, taking it out of his hands. ‘Married couple accommodation’ it states and you raise your brows “you getting ahead of yourself, Bradshaw?” You ask and he shakes his head “the guy assumed our callsigns were cause we’re a couple” he tells you and you just hum. “Well I’d rather stay there than in an apartment.” You say simply, giving him back the leaflet and refocusing on the plane you were working on repairing. “Seriously?” He asks, voice overly hopeful. You look at him and shrug “just go get the damn house, Bradshaw. Before I change my mind!” You say and he grins, turning and breaking out into almost a jog to head to confirm your living situation.

You take a moment of hesitation, before loudly groaning and heading out onto the tarmac, getting down and doing push ups alongside Rooster. He turns his head and looks at you and you just raise your brows at him. “Hey honey” he grins “hello Bradley” he nudges your hip with his own. “I’ll drive us home.” You tell him, and he raises his eyebrows “Home?” He asks and you huff “okay, Bradley I will drive the two of us back to our shared accommodation that we accidentally got given.” You say and he laughs loudly “home sounded better.”

Then after the mission, the whole Dagger squad got permanently stationed in San Diego, other than deployment, so they urged the new additions to the base to buy their own properties closer to base rather than on it. You and Bradley were sat in the Hard Deck, a long time before it was open, the rest of the Daggers spending time on the beach while the two of you were scouring Bradley’s laptop for a property. Well, Bradley was.

How about this one? He turns his screen to you. You shake your head “I want grass in the garden. I want to plant flowers” you say as you point at the paved back of the house, explaining that it’s a waste of money to have it ripped out. Bradley nods “Mkay, garden” he says, moving back to look again.

“How about this one? Beach front, close to the running track for you. Only a walk from the Hard Deck. White picket fence, really” he hums, turning the laptop again “garden?” You ask and he nods “garden.” He nods with a grin. “Shall we go look?” You ask and he raises a brow at you. “You said it’s a walk from the hard deck. Let’s go.” You say, putting the address into your phone and immediately recognising the street name, Bradley quickly falling into step with you as you walk towards the property.

You look at it and place your hands on your hips. Bradley was right. Pretty damn perfect. “Can I help you?” A lady asks, walking outside of the house, clipboard in hand. “Oh no, we’d just seen this property online and wanted to take a look.” Bradley tells her. “Well I’ve had a no-show on a viewing. How’d you like to take a look?” She suggests, motioning to the open door. “Okay” you nod, following her into the house.

“Obviously the kitchen, living room, even a deck out back with a huge garden and high fences” she says nodding out the window and you hum. “Out the side there’s an entrance straight to the beach” she motions, then starts heading up the stairs “three bedrooms, attic space, bathroom” she says “I’m guessing it’s just you two at the moment?” She asks “oh we’re not-” Bradley begins “yes, just us.” You confirm, shutting him up. “Okay, so there’s a large room for your bed and then if any new additions are to join, you have the space for them” she smiles and leads you back out front.

“It’s not cheap, it’s California. So I understand if you’re not prepared to pay that much money, do you mind me asking what you do?” She asks “we’re naval aviators.” Bradley says “stationed here?” She asks and you both nod “ah! I get why you’re looking for a property here!” She says and Bradley looks at you. “I really like it, Roo.” You say, and Bradley has to stop his jaw hitting the floor at your nickname. “It’s your call, honey” he says and you look at the lady and smile as she offers her hand “we’ll take it.”

“How shall we split the payment?” You ask Bradley as you walk back to the Hard Deck after organising a meeting with the realtor to actually finalise all the kinks and bumps. “I don’t mind doing the down payment then we’ll take it in turn paying the loan” he suggests “we can get a joint bank account and do it that way” you say and he agrees as you settle back into your seats at the Hard Deck. “Where’ve you two been?” Hangman asks “we bought a house.”

One evening, after you were all moved in and were hanging out at the Hard Deck after a long day or routine flying, you were sat outside with Rooster; watching the sunset. “When are we getting married then?” You ask and he spits out his beer “what?” He asks, eyes wide and getting progressively more giddy. “Well we live together, we have a joint bank account, and Jake keeps telling me we’re practically married. So when are we getting married?” You ask as he hugs you tightly “whenever you want, baby” he says, kissing the top of your head and pulling a ring out of his pocket to get on his knee. “Will you marry me?” He asks and you raise a brow “didn’t I just say that?” You ask bluntly “just say yes, please” he begs and you nod “yes. Yes I will marry you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You confirm as he kisses your lips gently.

“Okay get off of me now.”

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