#Goose and Maverick dated

[personfrommars10]

Carole: This is my Husband Goose and this is our boyfriend Maverick and this is Maverick's boyfriend Iceman

Slider: so what's the situation here

Carole: well I love Goose and Maverick and Maverick love's Iceman and me and Goose hate Iceman. It's simple

Goose and Maverick: yeah it's simple

Iceman: don't worry Sli, I'm involved and I don't understand it

[jakekazansky]

An icemav reverse sugar daddy au would go so hard

Young ice who made a lot of money in college (he made like an app or something it’s aviation related)

Mav who is a dad of 12 children (the daggers ranging in age from 4-17) (most are adopted) (except Jake who is Mav’s bio son) (and Bradley who lives with them cause his dad travels a lot for work) (goose lives)

Ice sees the hot dilf at an air show and drools

Mav pulling a wagon with the some of the younger kids in it while Bradley and Jake hop along on crutches (they’re both 17 and were dumbasses who managed to get injured in different ways around the same time) while the other kids run around

Mav doing his best to manage his kids until one runs in to Ron’s legs and says something about how tall he is

Mav being embarrassed about it and apologizing

Ice is too dumbstruck to say anything

Mavs older kids clock ices staring (they know their mavdad is hot and they think he needs a bf)

After the air show, the older kids get in contact with Ron cause they couldn’t find ice on social media

Ron helps the older kids set up a blind date for ice and mav

[festivetopgun2024]

wonder why i try to fight the chemistry by indigofudge

for LifetimeMovie (@rabbit-factory)

Ship: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,721

Summary: 

Before Maverick can think better of it, he’s standing on his toes and kissing Goose's jaw. Goose’s pupils are blown wide. He gazes down at Maverick, lips parted. The dance floor lights illuminate him in all sorts of colorsthat travel over his hair and face. “Hollywood’s watching,” Maverick says, voice low. “Sorry. I shouldn’t—” “You didn’t do it right.” Goose leans down just the slightest bit and kisses him square on the mouth. • In the mid-90s, Hollywood and Wolfman errantly assume Goose and Maverick are dating. Is it really so errant after all?

[See previous Fake Dating Fic.]

[Top Gun 🌞Secret 🎅Fake Dating Fic Exchange Collection]

[overusedtoothbrush]

forget the 9/11 to 50 shades of gray pipeline let’s talk about the top gun to me becoming a ny giants fan pipeline

[emeraldserenade]

Pretty Girl ~ Robert "Bob" Floyd

synopsis: Bob falls for Rooster's childhood best friend, you.

tw: fem!reader, reader is Merlin's daughter, suggestive, Rooster and reader are super close, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Bob won the poll I did, this is my first story I've done for him so I hope I did him justice.

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You grew up with the Bradshaws, it came with the territory of being a Wells, your father being Merlin. He decided to stay close with them after Goose's death, and when you started hanging around it was a built in friend for Bradley.

He was already on the quieter side before Goose's death, but he completely retreated into his shell afterwards. You were outgoing and a little mean growing up, quick to chose Bradley as your best friend. Always the first to tell someone off when they tried to make fun of him for not having a dad and, in return, Bradley came out of shell. Over time, the two of you got so close that there was an ongoing bet to who would break first (answer is neither, sure you two had a crush on each other at some point but it is long since over).

You knew that Bradley was stateside, you heard it from Iceman but you didn’t want to interfere with his training. Then Iceman’s funeral happened and you didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to be faced with Maverick seeing a ghost in your best friend and wasted potential in you. But when Hondo sent the text that Bradley went down, you panicked. 

You waited anxiously at the training school, your fears and anxiety wracked through you. And then he was there, smiling and celebrating with everyone while you stood with your arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. 

Bob saw you before you saw him, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen standing only a few feet away and pissed off. He was about to ask around if someone was waiting on a lover when your voice broke through all the celebrations. 

“Bradley Bradshaw!” You shouted, everyone stopping to look at you. You pointedly only looked at your best friend, it was as if you two had a whole conversation with your eyes before your eyes shot over to Maverick. “Pete Mitchell,” you said it just as harshly but your voice lost the loudness in the quiet atmosphere. 

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” It was Maverick that spoke, disbelief coloring his voice. 

“Hondo texted me, told me you two were missing. Your mother is rolling in her grave right now, Bradley,” you directed the last part to him and he shrugged, trying to play it off. “Oh drop the tough boy act, I still have that video from high school,” you mused, raising your phone a fraction. 

“Ok, ok, no need for that,” Bradley rushed to you and you shoved your phone in your back pocket. Your conversation quieted down and everyone went back to their own. 

“Does Rooster have a girlfriend?” It was Natasha that spoke, her curiosity heightened. 

“If he does, it's not her,” it was Maverick that answered her. “That’s y/n Wells, Sam Wells’ daughter. His call sign was Merlin, he flew with me and Rooster’s father,” Maverick explained, his eyes trained on where you were smacking Bradley’s chest over and over again while he laughed and let you. “They grew up together, never seen two people closer that aren’t romantically involved,” Maverick added and as if you heard him, your head whipped up and over to him. Bradley directed you over to the group, wanting to introduce you to those he’s grown close to. The introductions went smoothly and you kept an easy smile on your face, one that Bob swore was the prettiest one he’ll ever see.

“Hangman? That sounds almost as bad as Rooster,” you mused as Bradley looked down at you in shock.

“Ouch, babe,” Bradley held a hand over his heart, and even though Maverick said you weren’t, it seemed like you two were dating. Bob looked between the two of you, his eyes finally settling on your smiling face. Bradley noticed, he always noticed when someone liked you, and always before you did.

"Get over it," you mused, pushing his arm a bit. "I just came to tell you off for scaring me," you turned your body to face Bradley, him doing the same. Your chests just barely grazing each other and your eyes roaming his face freely. "I'll see you later," you told him, taking a step back. "It was nice meeting you all!" You waved at them and walked away, your hair being blown gently by the wind.

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The next time Bob saw you was at the Hard Deck, you were invited to their weekly hang out by Bradley. You were sat in a chair watching them play pool, a small smile gracing your face at how relaxed Bradley looked.

"So, Rooster, Sunny," the fake call sign the group gave you, on account for the ever present smile on your face, called your attention to Jake. "Mav said you two weren't dating, is he right?"

"Why do you care? You got the hots for her?" Bradley jabbed a finger in your direction.

"Why do you care if I do?" Jake squared up and you sighed.

"Boys," you exhaled, your disappointment lacing your tone. "Bradley and I are not now, nor have we ever been, romantically involved," you told the group and Bradley shrugged.

"There was the one night after prom," he said it so casually while you spluttered over your words before throwing the pillow from the chair you were sitting in at him.

"That was not romantic!" You finally settled on.

"It totally was! And the fact that you know which night I'm talking about proves it!" Bradley shot back, a little offended that you thought it wasn't.

"What's romantic about going to the skate park with friends only for me to eat shit and end up in the hospital needing stitches?" You countered, cheeks warm in embarrassment.

"The fact that you only wanted me there!"

"Because my options where you, my best friend of however many years, or creepy Todd."

"Creepy Todd?" Bob asked and you looked over at him, noting his crestfallen look.

"He was the super senior, we only hung out with him because he was old enough to buy alcohol, but he had this thing for me. He was super forward about it too," you told Bob, shuffling closer in hopes that you could figure out why he looked so sad.

"I'm just saying, you asking me to take you and then making me stay the night at your place was pretty romantic," Bradley redirected the conversation, causing you to groan and place your head on Bob's shoulder.

"I asked you to stay because my dad was on deployment and my mom was staying with my aunt for the night. Who else was going to help me change the bandages? Runo?" You looked at Bradley and he shrugged.

"I'm sure creepy Todd would have done all that," he mused.

"You're not letting this go, are you?"

"No because this was only 3 days after prom, you know, the dance I took you to," Bradley countered.

"Get over yourself, you did not take me. You went with Jordan Clare, you were just my ride," you leaned your head sidewise to rest it on Bob's shoulder.

"I'm still stuck on who Runo is," Natasha said and you realized the entire Dagger Squad was listening.

"Runo was my childhood dog, he was a big Belgian Malinois," you explained and she nodded once.

"I did take you, I hung out with you the whole night," Bradley was determined to get under Bob's skin, he was hopelessly in love with you and Bradley was determined to get you two together.

"That's completely different," you sighed. "Tell him it's different, Bobert," you picked your head to look at him. You were the only person who called him Bobert, you said it was a better nickname.

"That is different from taking her, Rooster," Bob agreed.

"You're taking her side? Where's the loyalty Bob?" Bradley had his smug smile on his face.

"All loyalty lies with me," you joked, pushing yourself closer to Bob. "And it's your turn," you pointed out, effectively ending the conversation. You noticed Bob still looked upset and pursed your lips. "Bob, what's wrong? You look upset," you questioned and he looked over at you.

"I'm just tired," he told you and you slowly nodded.

"Why not head home?"

"I'm not sure I want to go back to the quiet," Bob admitted.

"Oh, you could come home with me," you panicked the second it left your mouth. "Oh, I meant, not that, you know, it's just," you felt your cheeks warm as Bob's turned a nice shade of red. "I meant you can come over and we can watch a movie or something," you clarified, throughly embarrassed.

"Yeah, that, uh, that sounds nice," Bob nodded and you two got up.

"I'm just going to tell Bradley that I'm leaving," you told Bob and he nodded at you. "Hey, Bradley," you walked over to him while he was waiting on Jake to go.

"What's up babe?" Bradley looked down at you and you rolled your eyes at the nickname.

"I'm headed out," you watched him look at the pool table and back to you. "Bob's taking me," you added on, knowing where this was going.

"Oh, just so you're prepared. Bob has a huge," you pulled Bradley into a hug.

"If you do not stop, everyone here will see the video of you prancing around my house in a tutu while drunk," you whispered the threat into his ear. You pulled away with a smile, the prying eyes of the Dagger Squad burning to the two of you. "Bye, Bradley. I'll see you later," you waved at him as you walked away.

"Bye, babe! Love you!" He called after you and you hurried your pace as the tag chasers from the corner stared you down.

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"Why does Rooster call you babe?" Bob was spread out on your couch, you were practically laying on top of him.

"There was a time in high school that I liked him so I started calling him babe, he asked why and I lied saying that I was trying something new. I accidentally got him constantly saying it," you admitted, sighing as you got more comfortable half on top of Bob.

"You liked Rooster?"

"You try being constantly around someone you've known your whole life, trust with your life, while you both are going through puberty. He was the hottest man I knew at the time," you justified. "Plus, he liked me at some point so I'm sure that I was just returning the favor," you added on, pressing your face into Bob's shoulder. "You're deceivingly muscular," you mumbled, running your hand over his chest.

Bob spluttered for a moment but just wrapped his arm around you and turned his head towards your TV.

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"Bobert?" You called the attention of the man under you.

"Yes?" Bob fought the urge to called you sweetheart.

"I, uh," you lost most of the confidence you had when you called for his attention.

"Yes?" Bob urged you on.

"I like you, a lot," you mumbled, eyes focused on the TV.

"I like you, a lot, too, sweetheart," Bob assured you and you smiled before Bob kissed you. You settled back into his chest while you both turned back to the TV.

"Does this mean I can be your girl?" You asked.

"It does," Bob confirmed and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

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"Good morning!" Bradley's voice jolted you awake and you realized you were still halfway on Bob on your couch.

"What time is it?" Bob muttered quietly, his face void of glasses.

"7am," Bradley supplied and you groaned and shoved your face into Bob's shoulder. "Seems you two got comfortable last night," Bradley was standing over the two of you.

"Leave or I will ride him right in front of you," you threatened and he looked grossed out.

"Alright, goodbye!" Bradley announced and you got off Bob, much to his dismay,

"Come back, there's no reason to be up this early," Bob said but you shook your head.

"My bed is more comfortable, come on," you held a hand out to Bob as he got up. He picked up his glasses from your coffee table and followed you to bed.

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[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quotes 196

Iceman: Why are you following me?

Maverick: We’re dating now!

Iceman: Yeah, but… why is Goose here?

Maverick: We’re kind of a package deal

Goose: *Eating chips* Buy one idiot, get one free

[maverickman]

AU where Ice and Maverick go through a rough break up (probably because Ice wants to be an admiral and being with a man, especially Maverick, would prevent that) and do their best to avoid each other. They are civil at public events but that’s about it.

Mac is raising Bradley after goose and carols deaths. Ice is raising Jake after the death of his sister. Jake and Bradley start dating, and Jake wants Bradley to meet his uncle. Bradley wants Jake to meet his uncle. They arrange a dinner. Shenanigans ensue and ice and Mav slowly but surely fall back in love

[buckleysssss]

Tg/tg:m incorrect quotes while we wait for tg 3

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Bob: Hey Rooster, have you written your letter to Santa yet?

Rooster: Don't be silly Santa isn't re-

Hangman: Ready to accept letters yet.

Bob: that makes sense.

Bob: *leaves*

Rooster: What was that ?

Hangman: We haven't told him yet.

Rooster: He's our 30 year old coworker ???

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Hangman: I'm dating someone, but I'm not sure if I should tell you who it is...

Maverick: It's ok Jake, just rip it off like a bandaid though I doubt-

Hangman: It's Bradley.

Maverick, who just lost a bet to ice: Put the bandaid back on.

Hangman, who told Ice first: ....

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Goose: And do you Pete Mitchell take Tom Kazansky to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Maverick, smirking: I scooby-dooby doo

Iceman: I want a divorce.

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Random guy hitting on Natasha: Hey beautiful, can I have your phone number?

Phoenix, visibly texting: I don't have a phone.

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Coyote: There's no food at home.

Hangman: Not even bread ?

Bob: Even in prison there's bread.

Iceman: It's three in the morning, what the hell are you doing in our House?

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Rooster: What kind of tea is this?

Maverick: Oh I boiled some gatorade.

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Hangman: Hey ice, can I borrow twenty thousand dollars.

Iceman: For what?

Hangman: An escape room.

Iceman: What kind of escape room costs twenty thousand dollars ???

Hangman: Jail...

Rooster, Coyote and Bob, in the background : Hey ice.

[roosterforme]

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 17 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley was certain Maverick didn't intend to stress him out when he said you and he were the spitting image of Goose and Carole. But suddenly, for better or for worse, it was all he could think about. There is so much to look forward to with you in his life, but now he has to break the worst kind of news to you.

Warnings: Fluff, oral sex, smut, angst, adult banter, Bradley in love, 18+

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

Check out my masterlist for more! Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw masterlist

Bradley couldn't seem to stop grinning. Playing the part of tour guide for your class was a pleasure. The kids made fun of Jake, which was honestly lovely, and everyone got to experience different aspects of aviation, not just flying. You even made Cyclone smile, so you'd done the impossible there. Bradley had a grin on his face for the rest of the afternoon, and Nat kept ribbing him about it.

"Are the two of you going to get married and have eighteen kids?" she asked, feigning innocence like nobody else could.

"I know you're joking," he replied as he cleaned up and organized all of the noise canceling headphones. "You know how I know? Because you know how much money I make. I could never afford eighteen kids. It's gotta be like fifteen, tops."

"You never ever even joked about having a child before!" she said, tone accusatory.

Talking about you and thinking about you made him feel calm where no relationship he'd had in the past ever really did. "Come on, Nat. You know I'm serious about this one." 

She laughed in response. "Being in love for once instead of just settling for someone to keep you company looks good on you. It's about time you stopped fucking up." He planted his hand on top of her head, scrunched his fingers, and messed up her hair. "Stop it!" she screeched as he ran away across the tarmac as fast as he could and into the hangar where he found Marty.

Bradley peeked around to make sure she hadn't followed him as he made a beeline toward the mechanic. "Hey, I can't thank you enough for today," he told Marty, shaking his calloused hand.

"It was fun," he replied. "Some of those kids are future aviators, I'm telling you."

"Violet," they both said at the same time and started laughing.

"And Oliver is a bit of a daredevil," Bradley added as he helped Marty pack up his work station. "They've been learning about aviation for months, and I know today meant a lot to them."

Marty looked a little pensive before he nodded at Bradley. "You know what," he said in response as he locked his toolbox, "go ahead and tell your girlfriend that I'll be there for her career day as long as I'm not deployed."

Bradley cocked his head. "Career day. Right. I'll let her know." 

He had no idea what Marty was talking about, but it was just about time for him to head out for the day. By the time he got home from work, you'd probably be on your way back down from Mira Mesa. His thoughts were circling around Maverick's words from earlier. If he was reminded of Goose and Carole when he looked at Bradley with you, then no wonder this felt like the real deal. It must be just that.

But he was in his head now. He was desperate to keep you, because he knew all too well what loneliness felt like, but he couldn't stand the thought of you worrying about him. And the idea of anything happening to him while he was away from you was too much to handle. He rubbed his eyes as he walked to his Bronco. Being compared to his parents felt like a blessing and a curse.

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The evenings were getting chilly this time of year, but you changed into the dress you wore on your first date with Bradley as soon as you got home. Then you quickly packed an overnight bag. Driving to work from his house tomorrow would be a true test. Nothing was going to be a complete deal breaker for you at this point, but you hoped it didn't leave you in tears of frustration. Or have Bradley trying to scramble to find a way to try to make you happy when you already were.

Your plan for the evening was to pick up some Thai food from the place he loved on your way to his house. When you texted Bradley to let him know you were leaving your place soon and that you hoped he was hungry, he wrote back one sentence.

All I want is you.

Every time you thought it would be impossible for him to continue to set off the butterflies in your tummy, he did it again. Your face felt warm, and you ran your palm along your cheek as you thought about every little detail of the field trip while you drove. He didn't just love you, he appreciated your job and your students. Your ex didn't even let you talk about them. Bradley let them rank the cafeteria foods at the Naval base. He got Marty to give a demonstration. He got permission for them to sit in his jet and assist with air traffic control!

You moaned as you wove through traffic to get there. All I want is you. Well fuck, all you wanted was him. Your feelings outweighed the amount of time you'd known him, but you couldn't seem to make yourself pump the brakes now. When you stopped to pick up dinner, you thought back to your first date with Bradley. It wasn't very long ago, but it felt like so much had happened since then. It felt like even more had happened since he responded to your first letter. In such a short amount of time, you had fallen in love.

Your skin was tingling with anticipation as you parked in front of his house. Hadn't you been with him just a few hours ago? Why did you feel the need to run for the front door with the Thai food? Why did your heart skip a beat when Bradley opened the door in his sweatshirt and gray sweatpants and met you on the front porch before you even had a chance to knock?

"Gorgeous," he breathed against your cheek, holding you close as you tried not to squish the bag containing dinner. Then he pulled his shirt off, leaving him in a tee, and tugged it over your head. His mustache tickled your skin as he leaned in and whispered, "You look too good in my sweatshirt. You look like you're mine."

Your belly swooped as you promised, "I absolutely am."

"Fuck."

You laughed as you handed the bag to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Give me a minute to kiss you the way I wanted to earlier, and then we're having a picnic dinner."

Bradley started to respond with one eyebrow raised, but you didn't let him get a word out as your lips met his. He deepened the kiss immediately, and you sighed; this was how you always wanted him. You appreciated that he held back earlier, but right now, you wanted him all to yourself.

"Thank you for today," you murmured between kisses as his hand slid lower along your back. "You're the hero of Mira Mesa Elementary, and I wanted to treat you to dinner on behalf of my class."

His cheeks were a little rosy as he pulled away a bit more. "You don't have to thank me for anything. You know that. I'm happy to do anything you want."

"Stop," you whispered, burying your face against his neck. "A girl can only handle so much. Let's go eat dinner down on the beach, and maybe there will be an additional little something special for you."

You were tugging on his arm, fingers gripping his thick bicep, but he didn't budge an inch. "I'm in sweats and a tee shirt. Should I change?"

"Why?" you asked, still tugging. "You look hot."

His blush deepened. "But you're wearing your dress and my sweatshirt. And I was kind of interested in snuggling on the couch."

"Let's go," you repeated, and he took a few steps toward your car with the bag of food in his hand. "We can come back and snuggle on the couch later."

While he agreed, he didn't seem to want to let you go. His hand was on yours while you drove the few blocks to the beach, and he wrapped his arm around you as you pulled an oversized beach towel out of your trunk along with a blanket. 

"Baby, it'll get chilly as soon as the sun sets."

"I'll keep you warm," you promised, running your fingers along his bare arm before taking his hand. He was quiet as the two of you walked down from the parking lot to the sand, and when you looked up at him as the warm, orange light illuminated his face as the sun sank low in the sky, he seemed contemplative. "What's wrong?" you asked, heart skipping a beat as you stopped in front of him so he was looking at you.

Bradley's gaze was soft as he met your eyes. "Nothing's wrong. I'm with you." 

But even as the two of you ate dinner together, he pulled you snug next to his side like he was afraid you were going to go somewhere. You took a bite of the Pad Thai and then said, "I wish I thought to bring some Prosecco," but you only got a little grunt in response. "Bradley," you snapped, reaching for his chin and turning his head gently so he was facing you. "You weren't like this earlier during the field trip. You're acting strange. Do you want me to go home?"

"No," he replied with wide eyes, wrapping one big hand around your thigh and kissing your forehead. "I don't want you to go anywhere without me." With a sigh, he added, "I'm sorry. I just... got in my own head about us."

"Us?" you asked immediately, scrambling to try to figure out what you could have possibly done wrong. The whole day was perfect, and now you felt yourself trying to pull away from his grasp.

"No," he insisted once more as the air grew cooler. The sky was more dark blue than orange now, and Bradley was silent for a beat before he said, "Maverick... Captain Mitchell... you met him earlier..." When you nodded, he kissed your forehead and said, "He was my dad's friend. They flew together. Maverick knew him well."

Your boyfriend's parents had been gone for a long time. "Oh," you gasped. If you'd known that earlier, you'd have taken more time to get to know Captain Mitchell.

Before you could dwell on it too much, Bradley whispered, "I think about you all the time, Gorgeous. I think about fucking you on my couch and feeding you breakfast. I think about taking you back to Salvatore's for every special occasion. I think about your letters and your pretty face and diamond rings. And the future."

His words were warm and intentional, and you shivered even as he pulled you closer. "Bradley," you said so softly, you could barely hear yourself. "I think about all of that, too."

Some of the tension seemed to melt away from his body as you ran your fingers through his hair. His lips skimmed along yours as he said, "Maverick told me I reminded him of my dad today. And that you reminded him of my mom. This is all because he can tell how head over heels I am for you. Just like my parents were for each other."

Everything he said was too dreamy. When you tried to take a deep breath, it hitched in your throat. "I don't understand what the problem is, Bradley. I feel the same way about you."

His gaze was fixed on the water as he held you and said, "My dad left my mom and I alone. The last thing I ever want to do is leave you."

A smile found your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Is this why you're being weird and clingy at the same time?"

When he looked at you he laughed. "I guess. I'm sorry."

"Bradley," you whispered, kissing his mustache and reaching for the blanket to cover both of you. "I've spent months falling in love with you in spite of your job. Or maybe because of it. Or maybe just because there was no holding back. I've thought about the risks, and you are worth it. I'm sure your mom felt the same way about your dad."

He pulled you down on top of him, dinner forgotten, and kissed you with one heavy hand still on the back of your thigh. "As long as you've accepted the risks, Gorgeous." His fingers slid up a few inches as he added, "Today was incredibly fun for me, and I'm happy your kids had a good time. I'm already looking forward to visiting your school again if you want me there."

"Oh," you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his scars. "That reminds me. Career day is coming up in a few months. You'll definitely need to be there for that."

Bradley grunted and gave you a little smack on your rear end that made you gasp in delight. "See, you're telling me about this now, but I already heard about career day from Marty."

Your fingers on his bicep tightened as you tried not to moan. "I just got excited earlier," you whispered. "I promise I was going to tell you."

"Hmm... so Marty and the other aviators are more interesting than I am. I understand, Gorgeous."

His voice was teasing, and he seemed a lot more at ease now as that big hand gripped and grabbed at you under the blanket. When you shifted slightly, you could feel him through his gray sweatpants. He was a little eager, but so were you now. His occasional need to hear you reaffirm your feelings for him was something you'd always be happy to indulge.

"Will you let me prove to you that you're the most interesting? My very favorite Naval officer?"

"What do you have in mind?"

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The first few stars were glittering to life in the sky as the horizon continued to darken from orange to purple to blue. Bradley lounged back on the oversized beach towel with one arm tucked behind his head and enjoyed the sight. It was beautiful. So was the sound of you softly gagging on his cock.

"God damn," he muttered, fingers stroking the back of your neck as he squeezed his eyes closed and focused on the feel of your mouth slowly gliding along his shaft until he was deep once again. The air was cool on his overheated skin, and the breeze was probably enough to keep anyone else from visiting this secluded stretch of beach while you treated him to your lips and tongue.

When you gagged again, he saw stars prettier than the ones in the sky, and he could feel your saliva drip down to his balls before you lapped at them as well. He half expected to see the front of his sweatpants all damp by the time you were done. He was really looking forward to it. And it wouldn't be much longer now as you sucked on his balls and pumped your fist around him nice and slow.

Your voice was light as air when you released him and playfully asked, "Do you believe you're my favorite?"

Bradley glanced down where he could see the outline of your body and his hard cock hanging out of his pants. "Baby, I would believe anything you told me right now," he muttered, delighting in your laughter.

"You're my favorite," you said before kissing his tip and sinking those pretty lips around him once again. Your grip was firm as you sucked, and it wasn't long before Bradley was grunting and trying not to grab you too tight with his fingers. 

You were giving him head on the beach, and it was so damn hot, but you were still his sweet girlfriend. He just wanted to make you happy, and when he came, you moaned in delight until he couldn't tell if his eyes were open or closed. Then your lips were on his, and he could taste both of you there. "You're my favorite," you repeated, reaching down to carefully pull his sweatpants up while he head spun.

He groaned and wrapped his arm around your waist. "If this was your ploy to get me to agree to career day, it definitely worked. But you know I would have said yes no matter what."

Your lips were on his ear as you laughed. "Can we go home and get warmed up in the shower?"

Home. You belonged there with him. He knew it. You knew it too, even if only subconsciously. "Yeah, let's go home."

On Friday, he woke up earlier than usual to make sure you were awake in time to get to work. He packed you a lunch, grimaced when he checked the traffic on his phone and said, "I'll pay for your gas."

"I don't need you to pay for my gas, Bradley!" you insisted.

One look at your pretty face had him shaking his head. "Traffic is a nightmare. What's it going to take to get you to come back here again tonight?" he asked, handing you a mug of coffee. "Because I honestly don't mind paying a little extra in gas money to make up for the fact that I bought a house in Coronado."

You bit your lip and then asked, "How do you not understand that being with you is going to be worth the drive?"

"Save your verdict for after you've actually driven through rush hour."

He was delighted when you returned right after work for the weekend. And Saturday morning, you slept in while Bradley went for a run with Nat. He kissed you goodbye and watched you roll over onto his pillow with a soft smile on your lips. Six miles in and he was getting antsy to get back to make you breakfast.

"Are you two coming to the bar tonight?" Nat asked, huffing as she tried to speak and run at the same time.

He grunted in response. You hadn't been to the Hard Deck yet, and he wasn't sure he felt like sharing you with everyone else this evening. "Maybe."

Nat rolled her eyes. "Just bring her. You've been MIA for weeks and weeks since you got back. You can stare longingly at her while other people are around for a few hours."

"I'll ask how she feels about it."

But he should have known you'd want to go as soon as he mentioned it to you in the shower after breakfast. "I didn't bring anything cute to wear," you complained with a little pout.

"Baby, you could wear one of my ratty old shirts with your jeans, and you'd be the cutest thing in the place."

A smile curved along your lips, and that's exactly what you ended up wearing. Your snug jeans only looked sexier on you when paired with one of his soft tee shirts from his college days, which you tied in a little knot at the hem. He could see a peek of your skin here and there as you finished getting ready that evening, and he couldn't keep his hands off you. When the two of you arrived at the Hard Deck, he knew he was going to have to keep you close by.

"What do you want to drink?" he asked, tucking his fingers around your waist as Jake Seresin himself eyed you up. "The only thing I can promise is that the wine here sucks compared to Salvatore's."

But you were oblivious as you looked around the interior of the bar as you caught a few more gazes. He didn't love these horny guys all checking you out like the piece of fresh meat you really were. "How about a beer then?" you asked, scanning everything that Penny had on tap and pointing to your favorite.

"Solid choice," he replied, ordering two from Jimmy. And then all too soon, you were the one pulling him toward the pool table and Natasha.

"Well, well, well," Jake drawled, setting down his empty bottle and tossing a dart repeatedly up into the air with his gaze glued on you. "What do we have here, Bradshaw?"

"This is my girlfriend," he replied immediately. "Don't get any ideas."

You cleared your throat, stuck out your hand, and told Jake your name. He reached for you with a smile and didn't let go. "You must be the teacher from the field trip the other day. I'm Jake. But if you'd prefer to use my call sign, it's Hungman. I mean Hangman. Looks like Baby on Board was right."

"Right about what?" Bradley asked, eyes darting to where Bob was blushing profusely with a pool cue in his hand.

Jake chuckled. "Nothing I can say in front of mixed company."

"Oh!" you said, pulling your hand free and pointing at Jake while you took a sip of your beer. Bradley felt the need to protect you, but you didn't really need him to at all as you smirked and said, "Hangman. Right. You're the guy with the dumb call sign. My students were still talking about it yesterday."

Bradley started laughing at the sour look on Jake's face. After that, you had some very pleasant conversations with Javy, Mickey and Reuben, even though he could see their eyes dip down to your chest on occasion. It wasn't really their fault that you were beautiful, so he let it slide while he played pool with Nat. Eventually you joined in with him, and you insisted on buying the next two beers plus another drink for his best friend.

"I'll be right back," you told him, playfully backing away toward the bar with a smile, and Bradley watched you the entire time you were gone.

"You are a mess," Nat informed him as if he didn't already know that.

He shook his head. "I just know the day is going to come when I'm not around to physically be with her. And you'll be the one inviting her out to the bar while I'm eating soggy cabbage rolls on an aircraft carrier. So I need to set the precedent now. She's with me, and all of these assholes we work with can keep their hands to themselves where she is concerned."

"You were never this up tight when you brought Vanessa here."

His ex's name always sounded startling now when it rattled around in his head. "She was mean," he said easily. "Nobody wanted to talk to her even though she was pretty." But Bradley honestly never did feel this way about her or anyone else before you. Watching you pay Jimmy with a smile on your face before turning and meeting his eyes was enough to send him walking halfway to meet you.

Bradley took one of the drinks from your hands and leaned down to give you a nice, long kiss with tongue. Was he marking his territory? Sure. Was he also letting you know he was ready to get you alone again whenever you wanted to leave? Absolutely. Was he also just such a mess he couldn't help but touch you? A hundred percent.

It wasn't long before you suggested calling it a night.

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Bradley was deep inside you, one big hand pinning your wrists above your head on his pillow. His fingers were trailing down your skin as he fucked you a little harder, and you let him talk and ramble to his heart's content while he brought you closer to where you wanted to be.

"You're perfect," he crooned, hazy gaze focused on your face. "Tell me, Baby, please. I need to know." He kissed along your neck, tongue darting out to taste the sheen of sweat. "Please."

"What?" you gasped, barely able to talk at all as his fingers settled on your clit.

You thought maybe he gave up trying to communicate right now, but then he licked his lips and said, "Give me a date. Please. Give me a date when you're going to move in." But he was stroking you just right, and your only response was a gasp before you were chanting his name.

His lips settled on yours as you came for him, clenching around his cock until he spilled himself inside you. His kisses were rough before turning sweet, and soon he was softly teasing your lips as he muttered, "You gonna tell me?"

It took you a second to push through the fog as your orgasm tapered off, and you smiled. "I thought you weren't in a hurry. Just in love." His cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as he ducked his head, but you'd already been giving it a lot of thought. When he started to shift, you whispered, "January twentieth."

He froze again and met your eyes. "Yeah? Seriously?"

"Seriously."

His hands were cupping your face while he stayed buried inside you. "Gorgeous, you just made my whole fucking day."

Within the hour, he had the date saved in his phone calendar, and you were on his lap on the couch eating popcorn. "We've got time, but I'll help you pack beforehand and move everything. Javy has a truck, so I'll make sure we can use that. You could always start moving some things before that if you wanted to."

You popped a kernel between his lips and asked, "You just really wanted a date to look forward to?"

"So bad," he replied with a grin. "I can't wait to have my professional spider hunter around all the time."

"You're ridiculous," you told him with a grin of your own. You yawned, exhausted in the early hours of Sunday morning. "I need some sleep or else I'll be dead on my feet at work this week. You need to show me that you can be well behaved and let me rest even after I've moved in with you."

"On it," he replied, dumping the remainder of the popcorn into his mouth before scooping you up and heading for the bathroom to get ready for bed.

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Bradley smiled as he ate some macaroni and cheese in the cafeteria later that week. He had two new dates saved in his phone calendar. The day you would be moving in with him and the date for career day at your school. He couldn't wait. He was admiring the calendar entries when his phone alerted him to a new email. It was oddly enough from your school account.

Dear Lieutenant Bradshaw,

We just wanted to reach out and thank you again for taking us on a tour of North Island. Our lessons about aviation were brought to life. It was the educational opportunity of a lifetime, and we also had so much fun on the field trip. Our classroom door is always open anytime you want to visit.

Sincerely,

Your nineteen pen pals

Immediately after he finished reading, he noticed he had another email. From your personal account this time.

Did you know there are just thirty-five days until I move to Coronado?

Attached was a photo of you holding up three fingers and five fingers in front of your naked tits, and Bradley almost dropped his phone. He could see everything, just like you probably intended, but he had to close out of the image as Maverick approached him with a frown.

"We need to talk."

Bradley's brow furrowed. "What's going on?"

The older man sighed and rubbed his forehead. "A call came in from Norfolk. Atlantic Fleet needs one more F/A-18 pilot for an assignment. Your name was mentioned."

"No," Bradley replied immediately as his stomach lurched. "Atlantic Fleet? Mav, please tell me you're joking."

"I'm not."

Bradley's head was swimming with concern. He'd only been in the Pacific Fleet for a few years, and he wasn't looking to go back to Virginia. Not even temporarily, but certainly not permanently. You were only with him because he was based out of San Diego. You told him yourself how scared you had been when you thought you were falling for a man who lived on the other side of the country.

"My name was mentioned?" he muttered. "Who else was mentioned?"

Maverick shook his head. "Nobody. They want you. I'd start thinking about getting your duffle out of the closet this weekend. I'll get your more information as soon as I can."

Bradley had more questions than answers, but he let the other man walk away without another word. When he unlocked his phone and saw the perfect photo of you, his heart clenched. Having answers to his questions would only make it harder to tell you what was about to happen.

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But they love each other! Reverting back to full-time pen pals mode? Will that even work? Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 18

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[jakekazansky]

I need like a fic where Jake and Bradley are exes and when Bradley broke up with him Jake threatened to marry his dad and become his stepdad so Bradley will never get fully rid of him (they’re like twenty ish and in the academy (Jake has no idea about Bradley’s family at all)). And I’m not talking maverick. I’m talking fully alive goose who is estranged from his son (he survived the crash and took a desk job and is now and admiral)

Maybe Jake and goose meet in a bar while both are off duty. Jake is drunk and missing how a mustache feels when someone goes down on him. So he sees this hot older dude and somehow they fuck (in a hotel). Then they keep fucking whenever they’re near each other.

Eventually, Nick invites jake to his home after a date and then after they start dating. Eventually Jake finds out he’s an admiral, and meets his top gun buddies. It comes out eventually that Nick has a son he’s estranged from. Jake never puts together that Nick and Bradley have the same last name. A while later Jake and Nick get married for reasons.

Cue the mission. Now Bradley is on good terms with Ice and Mav but not his dad. Nick is around to help oversee the mission. The actual mission happens and Mav and Bradley are shot down. During that time, mav convinces Bradley to try and mend his relationship with his dad.

Bradley follows through on that promise. So ice and mav take him over to Goose’s new house. In the driveway they warn Bradley that his dad started seeing someone and married them during Bradley’s absence in goose’s life.

So the whole talking things out is going great and Nick and Bradley have agreed to try to have a father-son relationship again. When Bradley asks about his dad’s new partner (the boy is blind and has yet to notice the pictures all over the house) and that’s when he hears it

“Goosey! I’m home!”

Jake comes in and Nick is like ‘this is my son Bradley. Bradley, this is my husband Jake’

And Bradley has that flashback to their break up. Jake has the most evil smile on his face (he loves Nick but the coincidence is just too good) when he says ‘Told ya I’d be your step-dad one day’

Then Jake and Bradley have to explain they used to date and Nick has a whole crisis over fucking (and then marrying) the same man his son used to.

[deatheater25]

Flyboys babysitting Bradley while Goose and Carole have date night

Maverick: Everyone loves chili dogs.

Ice: I don’t think he can eat solid foods…

Maverick: Well then put it in the blender.

Slider (sleep deprived, picking up baby goose): Well if you say so.

Maverick and Ice: THE CHILI DOG NOT BRADLEY-

[imagineshere-forall]

- bumper cars ✰ t. kazansky

Summary: In avoiding unwanted attention, you bump into better than you could’ve imagined (based on this request) Genre: fluff? Warnings: suggestive jokes Pairing: Iceman x fem!reader

Word count: 1422

I fear I did not do this request justice, so apologies. Requests are open and I am slowly making my way through them! Also thinking of writing for House M.D! Please leave any feedback (just don't be mean), I always want to get better at writing.

As it was the night before the first day at Top Gun, the bar was bustling. There was not an inch of free space as naval officers packed in tightly enjoying one of their last nights of freedom for the upcoming future. This coupled with the fact you were one of the only females in the room, including the bar staff, made the environment incredibly overwhelming. Men were constantly coming up to you and treating you as wait staff, despite the fact you were due to start in Top Gun with them the following day. You had attended the open day a few week previous, but clearly most of the fellow attendees had not noticed you enough. 

While you nursed a drink near the end of the bar, you began to regret coming to the bar, and you really regretted not wearing your uniform like the rest of the pilots had. Assuming the dress code was more casual, you had worn a short dress. You briefly spoke to the bar staff, who had looked sympathetically towards you as men (pilots and not pilots) came up to you and began leching while you tried to drink and socialise. 

Most of the attempts you had made to mix with the other pilots led to being shut down as they didn’t believe that you could be a pilot and thought you were lying. 

The only pilot you knew was Goose, he was the only one you had met before that had spoken to you as if you were an equal. Thankfully, Goose had promised he would be arriving tonight so you tried to stay out longer so you could see him before you went home.

It wasn’t too much longer that your conversation with the bartender was interrupted by Goose clapping his hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/N, sorry I was late, I had to wrestle my pal here out of the house,” he pointed behind him to the shorter man who was dressed in his pilot uniform “This here is my partner, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, he is not as cool as I,” Goose laughed. 

“Hi Pete!” you smiled as you reached to shake his hand. Maverick however took your hand, and brought to his mouth and brushed his lips to your knuckles. You grimaced slightly, as it was an odd first impression. 

“Call me Mav, please,” he replied. 

“Okay, Mav.” you smiled “Are you two ready for the morning?” you asked, looking between the two. 

“We are ready, but first, we drink,” Goose cheered. At this the three of you clinked your glasses together in a cheer, and downed your drinks. Finally, the night was looking up as you were no longer alone and managed to enjoy your time.  

The night passed with singing, drinking and chatting.You were finally enjoying your time, although it was getting hot inside so you decided to take a step outside for fresh air. As you stood sipping on what should be your last drink of the night, you looked around amazed at the opportunity you were having. Your thoughtful moment was interrupted by Maverick who silently appeared, startling you. 

“Hi Mav,” you stuttered, surprised that he had appeared.

“Hi y/n,” he smiled. You looked ahead, intending for Maverick to get the hint that you were enjoying a peaceful moment to yourself.

He didn’t get the message. 

“You look really good tonight,” he smiled.

“Thanks,” you nodded. You were sure he was really lovely, but he was a bit intense and you had come outside for a bit of space. 

“I was wondering, if at the end of the first week, maybe you wanted to go for dinner?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he looked around. 

“Like a date?” you questioned?

“Ye-yeah, like a date!” he smiled, thinking you were accepting. 

“Oh oh” you smiled awkwardly “no.”

“Oh” he stopped awkwardly, unsure how to respond. 

“I’m just gonna head back in,” you awkwardly said as you sidestepped around him. 

You quickly snuck back, walking around the edge of the room to grab your jacket so you could head home. It had been a long evening and the awkward encounters with Pete made you just want to go home and have a soak in the bath. 

Even though the night had gone on, and it was close to early hours of the morning and the bar had not emptied out at all. It was like human bumper cars as you slalomed through the crowds trying to find your jacket, which you were now regretting not bringing out with you in the first place. 

Despite being aware of all the crowds of people you still managed to bump into people. 

“Woah, are you okay?” a tall man asked. 

“Uh yeah, just trying to find my jacket,” you smiled awkwardly.

“Let me help,” he said as he turned to face the direction you had been headed in “Do I know you?” he asks.

“Um, kind of? We’re in Top Gun together, my name’s y/n,” you answered, slightly calmer than you were when you initially bumped into him. 

“Oh shit, I knew I recognised you. My name’s Iceman, people usually call me Ice.” he stopped to shake your hand.

“Nice to meet you Ice,” you smiled as you returned the shake. The handshake went on a bit long, and you were unsure when to end it. Your hands continued shaking as you smiled at each other. It wasn’t until someone bumped into Ice’s back that the two of you stopped shaking hands. 

Slowly, you meandered towards your chair that you had left your jacket and Ice trailed behind you. 

“It was nice to meet you y/n,” Ice says as you picked up your jacket.

“Likewise Ice” you felt your heart flutter as you looked up at him. This was the first time you could properly see his face due to the poor lighting in the bar. You smiled up at him, your eyes meeting as you noticed he had also been analysing your face. 

The moment was quickly ruined as you noticed Mav come back into the bar, wanting to avoid an awkward situation you looked for a place to hide. 

“Woah, are you okay?” Ice asked, his face searching for yours. 

“Uh yeah, Maverick just came in, and I would like to avoid him as I’ve just rejected him,” you laughed. 

“Oh,” he smiled “Want me to hide you?” Ice asked

“Hide me?” you had absolutely no idea what he meant.

“Yeah hide you,” Ice enthused. 

“Uh, sure,” you giggled.

“Right, let me sit on this chair and, you get under the bar, and I’ll make sure you stay hidden,” he says as he pulls out the stool. 

“Under the bar?” you smirked as you got onto your knees and squished under the bar. 

“I did not think I would have you on your knees this quick,” he smirked in return, causing you to swat his thigh as he shuffled the stool in to hide you. 

You were about to say something inappropriate in return but you noticed the legs of an approaching pilot and you decided to stay quiet.

“Yo, Ice, have you seen y/n? She was sitting here earlier,” Mav asked. 

“Uh, n-no. I saw her get her jacket a while ago,” he stuttered. You had almost slipped and grabbed onto his thigh to avoid falling onto the floor at Maverick’s feet, but by grabbing Ice’s leg you caused him to gasp out loud. 

“You good, Ice?” Pete asked, assessing the man who was unusually skittish. What Pete was unaware of, is that you were still holding onto his knee under the bar, partly to not fall over, but it was also entertaining as Ice became flustered. 

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered. Unsure how to respond, Pete just awkwardly looked around and walked back towards the exit. 

The two of you remained in the precarious position, waiting for the coast to be clear. It felt like hours before Ice scooted his chair back and looked down at you. 

“You are mean,” he laughed.

“What’s life without a bit of fun?” you laughed as you stood and draped your jacket over your shoulders. 

“Thank you for hiding me, I enjoyed being on my knees for you,” you winked as you slowly walked away watching him. 

[salmonsalad69]

Music school TG and TGM quotes GO!

Mav: "I might email him."

Ice: "No way he's awake right now. You shouldn't even be awake right now.

Mav: "Too late. I sent it."

*five minutes later*

Mav: "Holy shit, Viper replied! God this man needs a vacation.

Goose: "I miss my wife. I tried calling but she's definitely asleep."

Mav: "Yeah yeah, you two are adorable, I love you both dearly, now help me microwave these gummy bears to put in Slider's pillow."

Rooster: "I forgot to tell you, but I can't make it tonight."

Hangman: "Hot date?"

Rooster: "Funeral."

Wolf: "Don't talk about Subarus like that, it gets me all hot and bothered."

Mav: "Subarus?! That's your standard?"

Phoenix: "Look at us. Two pals, hanging out, watching the stars."

Bob: "It's 2 pm."

Phoenix: "I have a concussion."

Hangman: "Hey- OH MY GOD"

Rooster: "What?!"

Hangman: "Oh, sorry, I just haven't seen you in so long I forgot how ugly you are."

Coyote: "Kiss."

Phoenix: "Kiss him."

Ice: "Want anything? Tylenol? Guaze?"

Mav: "Stop it, I'm fine! It's not as bad as it looks."

Ice: "You fell off a motorized vehicle and now your whole arm is covered in road rash."

Mav: "'Motorized Vehicle' makes it sound much cooler than 'Maverick was going 20 mph on an electric scooter and ate shit on the sidewalk', so thanks for that."

[justabigassnerd]

Caught

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader

Word count - 1,626

Warnings - swearing, mostly fluff

Summary - you and Bradley had kept your relationship a secret... but what happens when Goose and Maverick find out?

A/N - it be time for another request y'all! I'm so sorry with how long it's taking me to get through these but I really am trying y'all I swear. hopefully, I'll get into a groove and be able to pump more fics out for y'all. anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Growing up with Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell as your father, you’d been taught from an early age that you could tell your dad anything. He never let anything you wanted to tell him about feel unimportant. If you babbled to him after preschool about how Sarah had pushed over Tom in the playground, he was giving you his full attention and voicing his own thoughts on the matter. As you got older, you knew you could talk to your dad about any problem that would plague your mind. If someone was bothering you, Maverick would be there to listen and offer advice if you wanted it. He always made an effort to be there for you.

However, despite the trust you had in your dad. There was one thing he didn’t know about you.

Maverick was ignorant of one thing that was going on in your life and that was your relationship with his RIO’s son, Bradley Bradshaw. You’d been raised alongside Bradley, nothing more than half a year between the two of you and while Goose had constantly joked, much to Maverick’s annoyance, that you and Bradley would get together, he never thought it would actually happen. Not until the two of you moved out at least.

You and Bradley were quiet about your relationship, holding hands underneath the dinner table when over at each other’s houses and sneaking kisses when your parents were in another room. On the weekends, when Goose, Carole, and Maverick would go out for most of the day, you would either spend time at Bradley’s house or vice versa, or you would go out on little dates to places you knew neither your parents nor any of your dad’s team frequented, so you’d remain undisturbed. For the first few months of your relationship, this arrangement worked smoothly, and no one was clued into your relationship with Bradley. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to share your relationship, it was more worry about how both your dad and Goose would react to the news. Carole ended up finding out about your relationship a week before your dad and Goose did, Bradley wanted some motherly advice on relationships, and he had asked beforehand if you were okay with Carole knowing which you were fine with, with the condition she kept it quiet until you and Bradley found the best moment to tell Goose and Maverick.

The moment that your dad and Goose found out came sooner than you and Bradley would’ve liked. One weekend, your dad and Bradley’s parents had agreed to meet up at the beach with Iceman, Slider, and their significant others while you and Bradley had opted to stay behind under the guise of wanting to study together and do school work. After the adults left the house, you and Bradley waited for a minute before shoving your books aside and moving to the sofa. You immediately curled into Bradley’s side as he switched on the television, looking up at him softly as he moved his gaze to look down at you.

“You okay, baby?” He asks softly, his gentle smile never leaving his face as you nod.

“I’m more than okay. I’m perfect.” You reply in a soft whisper, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“You missed.” Bradley says teasingly, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss which you reciprocate immediately, shuffling in his embrace to kiss him easier as you wind your arms around the back of his neck and Bradley’s hands rested on your hips. However, because you were engrossed in each other’s presence with the tv blaring in the background, you both failed to hear the jangling of keys in the lock and your dad entering the house.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” The shocked and raised voice of your father makes you and Bradley jump away from each other, worry crossing both of your features.

“Dad, what are you doing home? You literally just left.” You say with a nervous chuckle, attempting to diffuse the obvious tension that was filling the room.

“I forgot my wallet and it’s a good thing I did. Now answer my question, what is going on?” Maverick asks, and the moment you open your mouth to try and find a response he holds his hand up to stop you talking.

“Actually, you can explain it to Goose and Carole as well.” He then says, crossing back to the front door and throwing it open to see his RIO and Carole in Goose’s Bronco.

“Goose, get your ass in here! Carole, you too. Looks like a Bradshaw-Mitchell meeting is needed.” Maverick calls out to his friends and waits for them to come into the house, closing the door behind them and ushering them into the living room while you and Bradley remained frozen in place like a deer in headlights.

“Mav, what’s this about? Ice will kill us if we’re late.” Goose says as he enters the living room, barely batting an eyelid at you and Bradley sat closely together while Carole offered a sympathetic smile to the two of you, knowing what you’re about to endure.

“I just caught these two kissing. Like full-on kissing.” Maverick says, an accusing finger pointing at you and Bradley as Goose’s jaw drops, eyes widening as Maverick’s words sink in.

“Wha- these two?” Goose splutters, making you bury your head in Bradley’s shoulder in an attempt to escape the embarrassment.

“Hey, I need a bit of space between you two, back it up.” Maverick says, making you pull away from Bradley slightly to glare at your dad.

“Dad, are you serious?” You ask, and that’s when Carole decides that now is the time to step in.

“Boys, you two need to calm down.” Carole intervenes, getting both Maverick and Goose’s attention on her.

“But they hid this from us for who knows how long? How are you not angry?” Maverick manages to say, running a hand through his hair. At the silence that follows Maverick’s question, Goose connects the dots and turns to his wife.

“Honey, did you know about this?” Goose asks hesitantly, both Maverick and Goose watching Carole carefully as she nods.

“Bradley came to me a week ago. They wanted to tell you, but they were scared about how you would react and just from what I’ve seen their worries were proven right with the way you two have reacted.” Carole says, an accusing glare fired the men’s way as they exchange a look.

“y/n is my little girl.” Maverick weakly argues, making your face heat up at his words.

“Bradley’s my baby boy but I still want him to be happy and if he’s happy with y/n and she’s happy with him that’s all we should be focused on.” Carole says and it was Bradley’s turn to blush now, glancing down at his lap as you slip your hand into his and squeeze it softly.

“Brad, are you happy with y/n?”

“y/n/n, are you happy with Bradley?” Both questions leave Goose and Maverick’s mouths simultaneously. All eyes were on you and Bradley as you briefly glance at each other, smiling softly before looking back over at Goose and Maverick.

“Yes.”

“Yes.” The answers left your mouth in tandem as Bradley ran his thumb over the back of your hand. Goose and Maverick exchanged a look before shrugging.

“It probably was bound to happen, wasn’t it?” Maverick says, a slight chuckle escaping him as he speaks while Goose nods.

“Well I did call it, but I thought they’d at least wait a year until college so we wouldn’t have to be victim to their teenage PDA.” Goose says, receiving a soft slap on the arm from Carole at the teasing aimed at you and Bradley.

“Oh hush, you know we were just as bad. And it’s not like these two haven’t grown up seeing us kiss, honey.” Carole says, leaning up to give Goose a kiss to accentuate her point. With the tension now gone, you curl back into Bradley’s side, smiling as he presses a feather-light kiss to the top of your head.

“Just don’t break each other’s hearts.” Maverick warns gently, glancing between you and Bradley as you nod.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mav.” Bradley says, his smile never leaving his face.

“I don’t think I ever could. I love him too much.” You affirm, looking up at Bradley before giving him a soft, gentle kiss.

“Alright, we’ll leave you to it. But I don’t want to be a grandad at this age so be careful you two.” Maverick teases as you groan and toss a pillow at him, missing and narrowly avoiding hitting Goose in the process.

“See that, Bradley? Don’t piss off a Mitchell.” Goose says with a laugh as Maverick rolls his eyes and jokingly shoves him.

“We should make our way to the beach, boys. I’m sure the others are wondering where we are.” Carole says, diverting the attention and both Maverick and Goose nod as you detach yourself from Bradley to find your dad’s wallet and give it to him before he pulls you into a hug.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Maverick whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you too, dad.” You reply before pulling away with a gentle smile. After pulling away from the hug, Goose, Maverick, and Carole bid you and Bradley goodbye and make their way out to the Bronco.

“When we get to the beach someone remind me that Ice now owes me twenty bucks now that we know y/n and Bradley are together.” Goose says as he turns the key and starts the engine while Maverick nods.

“Got it… wait, you made a bet?”

[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 281

Bradley: Uncle Ice, did you date a woman called Sarah?

Iceman: *Reading a newspaper* No?

Maverick: After Top Gun

Iceman: Oh, that. That wasn't a date

Goose: What was it?

Iceman: Conversion therapy

Fly boys: *Choking* What?

Iceman: Sarah converted to lesbianism and I converted to Mav-sexuality

Maverick: Oh ... OH YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME

Slider: He's your husband

[mitchellpete]

Dating Maverick (Headcanons)

summary: What dating Mav is like. (In ‘86 and in TG:M)

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst

word count: 1278

A/N: if anybody wants a drabble/one-shot or for me to expand on any one of these (or if you wanna just talk about or exchange hcs), drop me an inbox! 

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1986 (and a few years after-ish)

Maverick is a very gentle lover. It didn’t seem so at first, with how cocky and flirty he might’ve been to catch your attention, but after the second date? So vulnerable and soft with you.

He can sing! Like actually super well. You noticed one day and now you ask him to sing when you can’t sleep. He was kind of self-conscious at first, used to singing with Goose in a playful, rowdy manner, as opposed to softly to you. He grew more comfortable as time passed, and now he likes to sing you his mother’s favorite songs.

But also gets incredibly obnoxious sometimes and will loudly impersonate Elvis while you’re trying to get something done.

Spontaneous road trips on his motorcycle (when he’s able). Dinner in Oceanside. Lunch in Palm Springs. A pick up in Vegas. A day in Phoenix. When? Now! Now?!

Knows the Southwest like the back of his hand, actually. It’s not as fun as flying, but driving through the wide, open stretch of desert with you clinging behind him is one of his absolute favorite pastimes.

Is from somewhere in the Southwest, therefore he absolutely hates the cold. Will have the heater on in the winter time and is not opposed to getting wrapped up in blankets by you. You tease him on how easily cold he gets, and he’ll playfully go “Whatever.”

You frequently find random candid photos of you. Taped to his wall, to his fridge, suddenly framed on his bedside table. He almost never mentions them until you laugh and point them out, to which he responds, “I thought you looked pretty there.” (With a shit-eating grin.)

Definitely has one in his F-14, by the way.

Is very stubborn about his attire. Very insistent on dressing like a cowboy at all times. You had to buy him his first pair of beach shorts.

Loves seeing you in his clothes; he’s crazy about it, actually.

Very cute lunch dates. He knows the best diners.

He likes taking you out for ice cream. Sometimes you share a cone and watch the sunset and the planes soaring through the sky. 

He’s the best kisser. He prefers soft, sensual kissing and it definitely has its effect on you.

He has a habit of leaving paper planes everywhere. Some with love notes in them, others with funny doodles. Sometimes it’s just both of your names written, a little heart in between. 

He rambles a lot. He’s very, very passionate about flying, and about his plane. Though you might not know what he’s talking about, nodding along with a simple smile and asking him a few questions makes him so happy. “Well, no, you see..” And then he goes on and on again. 

At the same time, Maverick can be difficult sometimes. Especially after Goose. Sometimes he feels he needs to be alone, but don’t take it personally. He appreciates your support, but he’s been conditioned to “suck it up and move on.” It weighs on him to have to try, so expect him to be a bit quieter at times, a bit slower. You can sit around with him as he sulks, your head on his shoulder to let him know you need him, and that he’s loved. That he doesn’t have to isolate.

You get to watch him visibly becoming Bradley’s father figure. 

“Hey, about tomorrow’s date. Can I bring the kid?” 

Melting when he’s got Bradley in his lap in front of you, making airplane noises with a french fry to watch Bradley giggle and clap. Your heart swells at how good he is with him.

“Pete.. You can’t take him to watch that movie; it’s not for kids.” His signature grin. “Carole won’t mind.”

-

TG:M

Still sings to you. Or, in general, really. He likes to hum while making you breakfast.

He writes all your dates on his calendar. 

He’s very playful with you. Likes making you double over in laughter because it usually results in you wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.

But he also enjoys when you tease him. Tell him there’s something he can’t do as well as he used to and boy, he will prove you wrong. He insists he’s getting better with age.

He’s still as flirty as ever. Except, you’re already dating, so he does it to watch how flustered you get. He loves making you blush.

He likes pet names. Sweetheart and honey are the ones he calls you the most.

He still does not like proper beach attire. Will roll up his jeans and call it a day.

He loves beach days with you, though. He likes laying back on the sand and watching you sunbathe, or play in the water.

You’re almost scared of phone calls now, with the way you’ve been called and informed of the accidents he’s been in while testing his planes. Though most are minor, you can’t help but worry that the next one might not be.

You’ve cried to him a couple times, making him promise he’ll be careful.

He’s a bigger cuddler at his older age, with the habit of pulling you from where you stand, from whatever you’re doing, and tugging you into bed with him.

He likes it when you play with his hair. It’ll lull him to sleep sometimes. Especially when you gently massage at his scalp, and bonus if you’re giving him kisses too. The fastest way to get him asleep, truly.

Alternatively, he also likes playing with yours. He’ll randomly twirl a strand when you’re in front of him, will tuck another behind your ear, will softly intertwine his fingers in it while you lay on him. 

When he’s able, sleeping in together. As often as he can. 

He notices you so well. If something is bothering you, he’ll make sure to find out what it is. He’s also a very good problem solver (duh, but with mundane things too). You feel like he deals with a lot, so you don’t always take every single one of your problems to him, but boy, when he figures out something is wrong? Expect him to walk you through the simplest of things if that’s what you need. He has an unbelievable amount of patience with you. And if it’s something he can’t help with, he’ll at least want to be there with you as you deal with it. He can be the best listener if you need him to be.

Is a lot more domestic and able to settle down. Likes the idea of having a “home” with you. (Not that he didn’t when he was younger, but he feels more grounded now. More grown up. Able to breathe a bit better.)

He makes your coffee just the way you like it. If he’s up before you, he always wakes you up with it, and a kiss on the forehead.

The days spent in his hangar. 

Sometimes, in the summer, a late night thunderstorm will pass through, and there’s nothing more thrilling than cuddling up to him in the trailer, the both of you giggling at the sound of the rain pattering and the loud cracks of thunder. 

But also the days! Though he’ll be occupied with something, you’re always a mere 10 feet away, reading or sketching or entertaining yourself in whatever way you can. Other times you just watch him work. Other times you ask him to tell you his infamous stories, or about his dad. He’ll have sort of a sad smile as he talks, but you know that he loves talking about the past. You make sure to always make room for it in the tranquility of the desert.