#Mustang Hangar

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🦸‍♂️🦃 Altom Bradner Meet-cute 🦃🦸‍♂️

Lieutenant-Commander Tom Hudner-Seresin is on shore leave in Cannes, France, with his unit. His best friend and wingman Jesse Brown has managed to secure invitations to the Cannes Film Festival.  

The unit spends all night gawking at the celebrities from the movie industry and gossiping about them. They’re just having fun before an important and dangerous mission.

Tom and Jesse are at the bar talking about Jesse’s family and Tom’s old-fashioned flirting skills. Jesse teases his friend and jokingly states his seducing techniques won’t get him some action for the night. Tom accepts the challenge.

“Bet you $20 you can’t get carnal knowledge - of anyone - on the premises, with your supposedly mad skills.”

*

Tom cannot back down from a challenge.

He surveys the room before his eyes fall upon a curly-dark-brown-haired man on his lonesome, nursing a glass of wine.

Pretty cute curls ahoy! Tom’s coming for you!

*

Jesse watches his friend approaching the stranger man with purposeful steps and a charming smile. He sees Tom talking to him, no doubt using his pitiful attempt at magic trick. The guy seems a bit stunned at first, but quickly drags his eyes over Tom’s body, a smirk slowly appearing on his face.

Curly One motions to Tom to sit down beside him.

They talk all evening.

These two men are secluded in their bubble, the outside world completely forgotten.

At some point, for reasons unknown to Jesse, Tom hand kisses the stranger’s hand…

Mission accomplished.

Tom’s just won the bet even though it must be the farthest thing on his mind right now.

Jesse smiles at his friend. And makes a waiter serve them a drink, with a note for Tom.

Mission accomplished. You’ve just had carnal knowledge of someone on the premises… The night’s still young though… 😉 I’ll see you at cockcrow tomorrow, T. Your devoted wingman, Lovingly and Forever your brother.

*

Tom and Pretty Cute Curls do spend the night together. They savour it. They treasure this one-time thing.

Except...

Is it?

*

Post-mission. Tom has just lost his best friend and wingman. He has to accept rewards and medals for a successful mission, but Tom is heartbroken and mourns for his brother in arms.

He decides to spend his long-term leave in San Diego, where his baby brother and sister live.

*

At the same time, Pretty Cute Curls decides to spend some time with his family after two exhausting years of movie producing and parading all over the world to promote his movies.

He needs a break.

Oh yeah, Al Bradshaw is coming back to the nest!

*

The Bradshaw Brood

The Brood & Herd Siblings

[luxu1230]

Alternate universe in which Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky Lives and Jake and Bradley are finally in a relationship after the mission and the dagger squad is a permanent squad.

So everyone knows MaverickandIceman and MaverickandRooster but everyone was surprised about TomandJake.

So we all saw the scene in which Mav and Rooster work on his P-1 Mustang. So imagine Rooster, Mav, Iceman and Hangman are at the hangar and the plane is finally flight worthy. So Mav and Rooster take it up for a flight which leaves Hangman and Iceman in the hangar at first it's awkward and quiet.

Then Hangman spots the 'The Photo Wall' and looks at it and then suddenly Iceman is explaining every picture to him and well that's when the conversation finally starts.

So when Mav and Rooster get back they're surprised to see them conversing.

But then it doesn't stop.

At the house.

At the hangar.

At the Base.

They always seemed to be talking.

So when Rooster and Hangman finally got married so one was surprised when Tom walked Jake down the isle.

[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Captain Marvel

Over the centuries - war between the Kree civilization and the Skrulls.

1946 - launch of the Project PEGASUS.

July 4, 1950 - Nicholas Joseph Fury is born in Huntsville, Alabama.

~1963 - Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau are born.

Note: Calculations are based on the assumption that they were 18 years old when they entered the United States Air Force Academy in September 1981. The age could be different, so it is impossible to say exactly when they were born based on the film alone.

~1967 - Nick Fury graduates from high school and joins the army.

1980s:

Fury retires from the military as a colonel and becomes a spy. He serves in cities beginning with the letter B (Belfast, Bucharest, Belgrade, Budapest).

Kree scientist Mar-Vell takes a group of Skrull refugees and flees with them to Earth. There, she takes the terran name Wendy Lawson and begins work on a light-speed engine to save the Skrulls from the Kree.

June 1985 - Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau graduate from the United States Air Force Academy.

September 24, 1985 - Lieutenants Danvers and Rambo become active US Air Force pilots.

April-May 1986 - Maria Rambeau undergoes training at the USAF Officer School.

Note 1: She was probably a) with Carol; b) training to be a test pilot.

Note 2: I broke my eyes and brains trying to make sense of the dates on this form. Because I can't figure out how September 1985 to 1989 can be 5 years. So I don't know where to put Maria's discharge, in 1989 or 1990 or even 1991.

Between 1986 and 1989 - they join the S.H.I.E.L.D./USAF PEGASUS project as test pilots.

~March 24, 1988 - Fury joins S.H.I.E.L.D.

Note: it is complete BS that Fury is a Level 3 in S.H.I.E.L.D. after 7 years of service, including being a deputy in Bogota and a "friend" of high-ranking politician and Secretary of the DoD Alexander Pierce. He has his own rookie and is about to be promoted to Director! Bad job, Marvel.

June 28, 1988 - Carol and Maria buy tickets to a Guns N' Roses concert.

July 10, 1988 (Sunday), 8 pm - Carol and Maria attend the Guns N' Roses show.

1989:

Dawn - Carol wakes Maria up (as usual).

Danvers and Rambeau race to the base in their Mustang and Camaro, respectively. Danvers cheats by taking a shortcut.

An agitated doctor Lawson meets them in the hangar and attempts to fly the ASIS. Danvers takes the pilot's seat.

~7 am - the two take an unauthorized "test" flight in the light-speed aircraft.

Note: ~7 am is based on Carol's watch at the moment of Mar-Vell's death.

Lawson gives Danvers the coordinates of her secret lab.

As they reach space, they are attacked by Yon-Rogg, who was sent to capture the scientist and take her back to Hala.

ASIS hits the ground. Lawson reveals who she really is to Danvers and attempts to destroy the engine, but Yon-Rogg kills her before she can do so.

Danvers shoots the engine herself, destroying it and absorbing its energy.

She is taken to Hala (the Kree capital). The Kree give her a transfusion of their blue blood (Yon-Rogg's), alter her memories and suppress her powers with a chip implanted in her neck.

Note: The photo is labeled "06/23/1990" but was likely taken during an investigation that could take years.

Between 1989 and September 1991 - Captain Maria Rambeau leaves the Air Force.

1992-1995 - Kree spy Soh-Larr gathers intelligence on Skrull refugees on Torfa.

~September 1995 - Phil Coulson joins S.H.I.E.L.D.

The main events take place in early October 1995 (or, as a second option, in September). For details, see the end of the post.

~October 7, 1995:

120 days since "the last Skrull attack on the Kree".

Early morning on Hala - Danvers, now "Vers", a member of the Kree Starforce, wakes up from a dream with a scene from his past altered by the Kree.

She wakes up her commander Yon-Rogg and invites him to a sparring match.

They fight, but Vers loses control and uses his powers against Yon-Rogg.

He takes her to the Supreme Intelligence, the AI ​​leader of the Kree civilization. The Intelligence allows her to go on a combat mission.

Starforce is sent on a search and rescue mission for the spy Soh-Larr on the "recently invaded by the Skrulls Kree border planet" Torfa.

Ronan the Accuser goes with them to blow up a Skrull stronghold on the planet.

On Torfa, the team is ambushed by Skrulls. Vers is captured by Talos, the Skrull general.

~October 8, 1995:

The Skrulls take Vers onto their ship and study her memories for clues that could help them find Mar-Vell.

They learn that she must be somewhere on planet C-53 (Earth) and set course for it.

Vers frees herself from the bonds and fights the Skrulls.

~5 am in California - After blowing a hole in the ship, she boards one of the shuttles and makes an emergency landing at a Blockbuster Video store in Los Angeles, Earth.

Security guy calls the police.

~7 am - a group of Skrulls led by Talos lands in LA.

Vers calls her team on a landline she modified, telling them her location.

Starforce head to Earth.

LAPD and S.H.I.E.L.D. (Coulson, Fury and his supervisor Keller) arrive.

One of the Skrulls takes on the appearance of Coulson while the real one is collecting evidence inside the store with Agent Keller.

Vers activates her beacon and meets Nick Fury.

Before he arrests her, they are attacked by another skrull.

Vers, Fury, and the fake Coulson pursue the Skrull. Vers fights him on a train, but he manages to escape.

Fury discovers that the real Coulson is still in Blockbuster and the one next to him is a Skrull. They fight, resulting in a car crash, and the Skrull does not survive.

~8-9 am - in the internet cafe, Vers searches for "Pegasus" and "Pancho's Bar" from the memories extracted from her.

She steals some casual clothes and a motorcycle and heads to Pancho's Bar, which is located near Edwards Air Force Base.

Talos knocks out Keller and takes his identity (but forgets his ID).

~10 am - a S.H.I.E.L.D. medical examiner performs an autopsy on the dead Skrull. Talos, posing as Keller, sends Fury to find Vers.

Coulson hands Fury the police report and helps "Keller" to return to Keller's office for the ID.

~12 pm - Vers makes it to Pancho's bar, where Fury is already waiting for her. They talk and prove to each other that they are not Skrulls.

~1 pm - Fury takes her to the Pegasus Project base.

~2 pm - while they are detained by the facility's security, Fury sends a message to Keller-Talos asking for reinforcements.

Fury opens the locked door using the guard's fingerprint, and the two head to the Records Department, meeting Gus the Flerken along the way.

Vers and Fury find Lawson's files and learn that 1) the ASIS light speed engine project was terminated; 2) Lawson was actually a Kree; 3) she died along with her pilot during an unauthorized test flight of the light speed aircraft.

Fury receives a message from "Keller" and leaves Vers. She learns that she was the pilot and calls Yon-Rogg. He tells her that Lawson was an undercover Kree agent named Mar-Vell. Vers tells him that her memories of life on Earth are returning.

3 pm - "Keller" arrives with other agents and accidentally reveals himself to Fury, calling him Nicholas.

Talos attacks Fury in the archives. Vers saves Fury and they escape.

They encounter Coulson, but he lets them go.

Vers takes Fury's pager from him.

They take a quadjet from the hangar and a stowaway, Goose, and head to Louisiana to see Maria Rambeau.

Ronan contacts Starforce and informs them that his part of the operation was a success. He insistently offers to "search and rescue" Vers, but Yon-Rogg brushes him off.

Back at PEGASUS Base, Talos receives the ASIS black box recording and learns that Vers is a Terran who worked with Mar-Vell. He takes Norex and heads to Louisiana as well.

~7 pm - Vers, Fury and Goose reach Louisiana and meet Maria and her daughter Monica.

8 pm - they tell them what's going on, Maria tells Vers what happened that day 6 years ago.

Talos enters the house, now without disguise, and explains himself.

He gives the Terrans the audio file from the ASIS black box, and Carol's memories return.

Talos asks her to help find the energy core (Tesseract) in Mar-Vell's laboratory, and Maria gives her a pep talk.

~9:30 pm - Talos is informed that the laboratory is not on Earth, but in orbit.

~10 pm - Norex, a Skrull scientist and engineer, begins work on adapting the quadjet for space travel.

Carol and Monica persuade Maria to take the co-pilot's seat.

~October 9, 1995:

Monica changes the colors of Carol's battle suit to red, blue, and gold.

Her grandparents take her to their home until Maria returns.

Carol, Maria, Fury, Talos, and Goose head to the lab, leaving Norex to pose as Vers for Yon-Rogg.

~7 am - Yon-Rogg reaches Maria's house and kills Norex after he fails an identity check. He calls Ronan to bomb the Earth.

~8 am - The Terrans and Talos find Mar-Vell's lab, which is also an Imperial Kree cruiser full of Skrull refugees. Talos is reunited with his family.

The reunion is interrupted by the arrival of Starforce, who capture everyone on board.

Danvers is brought before the Supreme Intelligence. She gets rid of the Kree implant that was suppressing her powers, and breaks free.

Goose swallows the Tesseract.

The Battle at Mar-Vell's Laboratory that ended in the Mojave Desert.

Maria kills Minn-Erva in a dogfight.

Ronan and the other Accusers arrive and launch ballistic warheads towards Earth. Carol destroys them all in mid-air and then blows up one of the Accusers' ships. Ronan decides to retreat.

Danvers sends Yon-Rogg, who has crashed on Earth, back to Hala with a message.

Goose scratches Fury's eye.

Night - back at Maria's house, Carol promises the Skrulls she will find them a new home and asks Fury to hide the Tesseract on Earth. She also gives him a pager she upgraded for him so he can call her if needed.

~A couple of days later, mid-October, 1995 - Carol and the Skrulls leave Earth.

~Second half of October 1995:

Fury eventually loses his scratched eye. He returns to duty, working on his idea for the Protector Initiative at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Los Angeles office when Coulson brings him prosthetic eyes to choose from. Fury looks through Maria and Carol's USAF files and decides to name the Initiative after Carol's USAF call sign.

Goose, who stayed with Fury, throws the Tesseract up on his desk.

Why October (or September):

The Official Timeline book and Fandom Wiki timeline tell us that the main events of the movie take place in the summer of 1995. Indeed, we see some indications of this in the film, such as this calendar in Maria's office that says "June":

However, other evidence tells us that it cannot be summer:

The yellow notice says, "Effective November 1, 1995." In the summer months, this may be too early.

Look at the posters:

The newest shows announced in mid-September, those announcing shows in July and August, are the oldest on the wall and are already covered with many more recent announcements.

The advertisement for the Smashing Pumpkins' 1995 album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness could not have been posted on the wall in the summer of 1995, as the album's recording was completed in August and the album itself was released in October.

While trying to convince her mother to go on the mission with Carol, Monica mentions The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (1:16:10), which began Season 6 on September 18, 1995 (and I couldn't find any VHS of that show, so Monica is most probably referring to watching the season on TV when it aired). The full moon in September was before September 18, and the full moon in October was on the 8th, which fits well.

So Maria might want to turn a few pages on her calendar (though that happens to all of us sometimes, doesn't it?).

MCU Timelines: Phases One and Two MCU Timeline: Black Widow MCU Timeline. Captain America: Civil War MCU Timeline: Doctor Strange MCU Timeline: GotG 2

[topgunhappilyeverafter]

Even If You Fold The Paper Wrong Your Paper Airplane Is Still Gonna Fly To Me

By: @jakekazansky | Lovehatress

For: @yeah-w-r-i-t-e | yeah_w_r_i_t_e

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Rating: T

Word count: 2,051

Summary: Mav paced back and forth across the back patio, fingers tapping against his jeans. His phone lay on the coffee table sat in front of the couch where Tom sat reading the Sunday paper.

“Mav, honey, you gotta call him. He’s not gonna say no.”

“How do you know that, Tom? It’s only been a few months since we finally talked. Sure, he’s been coming to the hangar to help work on the mustang and we get dinner once a week but that doesn’t mean he’ll say yes.”

Mav has an important question to ask Bradley. He hopes he says yes.

COLLECTION

[snapghoul]

I'm loving this extended Tom Cruise Universe you're building with Top Gun and Mission Impossible. It's just so much fun!!

Do you have any thoughts about Ethan and Bradley interacting? I'd love to see baby Bradley being So Confused by the whole twin situation, but I'd also love to see something with grown up Bradley. Really just anything with those two.

Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!! 💙💙

Hehe I love the cruise multiverse, I’m having so much fun and I love that you are enjoying it. Here’s some more Mitchell twins and Bradley ❤️

Vignettes of Bradley and Ethan.

Mav is there too

Warnings: foul language

The first time Bradley mistook Ethan for Mav was when he was five.

Ethan stepped into Carol’s house, arriving right on time at four o'clock, though he wasn’t sure where his brother was. He stood awkwardly by the door—familiar with Carol, but having not been around much lately.

“Mav! Mav! Look!” Suddenly, little Bradley clung to Ethan’s leg, bouncing excitedly while holding up a shiny red diecast car. Caught off guard, Ethan quickly bent down and lifted Bradley onto his hip.

“Look! Mom got me a new car!” Bradley beamed, proudly displaying the toy. Ethan chuckled, taking the car with his free hand and admiring it.

“Wow, kid! That’s a great one!” He grinned back at the toddler, who was still glowing with excitement.

Just then, the door swung open behind him and bumped into Ethan's hip. He turned to see Pete, clad in his brown bomber jacket and aviators, his hair tousled from a motorcycle ride.

Pete's face lit up at the sight of his twin. He shut the door and clapped a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, unaware of Bradley's bewilderment as he glanced back and forth between them. Carol appeared around the corner, laughing at her son's confused expression.

“Hey, little man! Is that Camaro from your mom?” Pete asked, enthusiasm bubbling over as he reached for the car. Bradley released it without hesitation, eyes wide.

“This is awesome!” Pete exclaimed, turning the car in his hands. But Bradley's confusion shifted to fear; he squirmed in Ethan's arms and began to whine. Without protest, Ethan set him down, and Bradley dashed to his mother, burying his face in her legs.

Pete burst out laughing, while Ethan felt a flush of embarrassment.

. ✰ .

Bradley was beginning to appreciate Mav’s affection for his desert hangar; it offered a peaceful escape from the chaos of everyday life. He navigated around the wing of Mav’s P-51 Mustang, the morning sun casting a warm glow as he recalled his promise to spend the weekend with Mav.

“Fuck!—Jesus Christ!” He jumped as he passed a makeshift living area, where Ethan sat on the couch, wide awake and stock still. The longer hair and nondescript clothing were a clear departure from Mav’s usual style. “What are you doing here?”

“Just enjoying a quiet morning,” Ethan shrugged, his calm demeanor oddly fitting in the dim light of the hangar. Most of the lights were off, but sunlight filtered through, illuminating the space.

Bradley ran a hand through his hair, bemused. That was quintessentially Ethan—unfazed and unpredictable. “Where’s Mav?”

“He took his bike out for a ride. Said he ran out of the good coffee.” Ethan smiled as if this was perfectly normal.

“And you didn’t go with him?” Given their shared love for speed, it was surprising that Ethan had opted to stay behind.

“I’ve had enough motorcycles for a while. The last one didn’t end well,” he replied casually. The nonchalance made Bradley raise an eyebrow—what could Ethan possibly have done to total a bike and walk away unharmed?

“It wasn’t mine, so don’t worry,” Ethan added, sensing Bradley's concern and waving it off, which only deepened Bradley's confusion.

. ✰ .

Bonus:

“Mav, what does Ethan do?” Bradley asked one day, having watched the man come and go throughout his life—sometimes battered and other times radiant. Yet, he had never heard Ethan discuss his work.

Pete paused, setting down his pen and glancing up from the paperwork Cyclone had assigned him. Bradley often sought refuge in Mav’s cramped office to escape the Vice Admiral’s presence.

“He’s in government work. Used to be in the Army, then transferred to another division after his honorable discharge,” Pete replied, carefully avoiding the specifics. The IMF was not a topic for casual conversation.

“Huh.” Bradley frowned, skepticism etched on his face. That explanation didn’t clarify anything for him.

Bonus 2:

Average Bradley reaction to Ethan dropping random lore every time he’s around and never elaborating (no one tells him anything):

[tgmsunmontue]

You need to learn how to fall 2/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the Airforce and Navy to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this post.

PROLOGUE

2003-2006 – The early years

                “Your son is very focused. His discipline is admirable. He’s going to go far. He’s going to be our youngest certified tandem skydiver.”

                Pete’s throat works, because it’s not the first time someone has called Bradley his, but hearing someone else talk about his skill… to sound impressed not only with Bradley but also as a reflection of Pete’s own efforts. He didn’t realize he needed someone external telling him he’d done a good job, but here it is anyway.

                “I’m Navy. He’s been brought up in a fairly disciplined household.”

                “He mentioned that actually. He never thought about joining the service?”

                “He’s too tall.”

                “What?”

                “To be a naval aviator. I’m a naval aviator.”

                “Clearly didn’t get his height from you.”

                “No…” Pete says dryly, doesn’t bother mentioning the convoluted relationship that he and Bradley have.

                “So what, he jumps out of planes instead of flying them?”

                “Oh, he can fly them too. He’s been flying since he was 14. Perk of having a whole bunch of honorary uncles willing to fly him up and getting him his flight hours. Unfortunately he can’t both pilot the plane and then jump out of it,” Pete says.

                “He’s a lucky kid.”

                Mav hopes he remains lucky.

…             …             …

                It’s become second nature, either of them able to also carry out the safety checks and make sure that Bradley has definitely done everything. He never misses anything and it soothes a part of Tom, knowing Bradley takes his own health and safety seriously. There is no cutting corners or rushing through anything. They never talk about Goose, but he wonders if he thinks about his father every time he checks the stitching for wear, every time he runs his hands over the fabric and checks for tears before rolling it carefully to ensure it unfurls correctly while he’s plummeting toward the earth.

                They all learn about static lines and accelerated freefall, and things have changed since he was in flight school. The materials they use now are much more durable. All of Bradley’s gifts are centered around skydiving. Tom becomes fairly knowledgeable around the entire process, another set of regulations to add to his already encyclopedic knowledge of Naval regulations. He somehow becomes friendly with a couple of the higher ups in the FAA and he becomes known around the airstrip as Ice, most people not realizing exactly who he is. He admits it to himself that he likes it, that he’s just a guy who knows a lot about planes. Added to that is the US Parachute Association and Tom has a new map in his study showing all the drop zones in the state as well as the neighboring states.

                Neither of them had intended to become this involved but neither of them say anything to each other. Tom has had to check with several people about potential conflicts of interest, but it’s agreed that he is, first and foremost, a naval aviator, so if he wants to fly a private plane on his own time that’s allowable, as long as he’s meeting all the FAA regulations. The FAA make a special dispensation (his new friends doing him this favor), allowing them to sign off flight hours, but neither of them are officially instructors. They do both become FAA-certified parachute riggers though.

                It’s through one guy he knows in the FAA that he acquires the hangar. It’s an old Navy one, but Pete’s been making noises about wanting to renovate a P-51 Mustang he keeps seeing for sale, but how he’s got nowhere to keep it. They could store another plane there too, Bradley’s sky-diving one in the future. It seems like it’s definitely going to happen, Bradley making a business plan and presenting it to them and asking to have his parent’s life insurance money to help him purchase a plane. Tom can give their planes a home, so he purchases the hangar and gives it to them a joint fortieth birthday gift for Mav and graduation present for Bradley.

                A different plane comes into their life a little earlier than anticipated, although none of them have to buy it. Pete comes to an agreement with one of Bradley’s instructors. They’ll store the plane in their currently empty hangar in exchange for being able to use it to take Bradley up for jumps, paying for fuel and carrying out the checks and maintenance. Somehow word gets around – there are two pilots capable of signing off flight hours. They can count as solo flights as they aren’t instructors. Others wanting to jump out of planes arrange times with Bradley.

                He hasn’t spent so much time in the air since flight school and he loves every moment, regardless of whether he’s piloting or doing the checks before Bradley does his jumps. His relationship with Mav has settled into an easier less-volatile thing, maybe his promotion to Rear Admiral has made him feel less threatened by the potential fallout if anyone decides to voice their concerns about his relationship with Pete.

…             …             …

                “I’ve done it. The five-hundred jumps, more than three years in sky diving, done more than fifty jumps in the last year, got my medical and I’ve got more than 8 hours of freefall time logged. I can apply for the Tandem course now…”

                “Proud of you. You’ve been working towards this for a long time.”

                “Thank you! For taking me up and buying the hangar, and just… thank you so much. I know you and Mav both don’t really get it, but you’ve never made me feel like I didn’t have your support this entire time.”

                “It’s what parents do. Good parents that is.”

                He throws his arms around Ice then, hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go.

                “The best parents.”

2007-2010 - The middle years (NEXT PART)

[vintageairplanehub]

Do you know how much it costs to own a vintage airplane model?

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[captain-jamesarmpits]

Friends, acquaintances, and assorted nerds, please allow me to put on my Top Gun hat and rant for a moment!

This plane is called a Ford Trimotor. (Some of you out there might recognize it from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom) It’s a small passenger plane, would have been used for local flights, and can fit around 8 people plus the pilots.

So what does this have to do with Top Gun?

Well, this plane has another name. A nickname really. It was called the Tin Goose.

The TIN fucking GOOSE.

This is not a huge plane, and it’s a decently old plane, and you can 100% BET YOUR ASS that Maverick would have one of the puppies in his hangar. Based on the name alone! I will not stand for anything else.

I understand that they use the Mustang in TGM cause it’s Tom Cruise’s actual plane and all that, but honestly. Honestly.

Peter Maverick Mitchell would own a Tin Goose and that is a hill I am willing to die on.

[usafphantom2]

‘Mustang Monday’

Peter Teichman coming through with a topside pass in the Hangar 11 North American P51-D ‘Tall in the Saddle’ at Imperial War Museum Duxford a couple of years ago…@IWMDuxford #aircraft #avgeek #avpics #warbirdsofinstagram #warbird #warbirds

@Shutterbug_WGC via X

[redarmyscreaming]

The XFJ-1 was a turbojet-powered day fighter designed for operation from the United States Navy’s aircraft carriers. The airplane’s wings and tail surfaces were very similar to those of North American’s legendary P-51 Mustang. Although intended for carriers, the FJ-1 did not have folding wings to reduce its “footprint” when stored on the hangar deck. It did have an interesting feature, though: The nose gear assembly was capable of “kneeling,” putting the airplane in a nose-low, tail-high attitude, allowing Furies to be placed very close together when parked nose-to-tail. Although ordered into production, the initial order for 100 units was trimmed to only 30 aircraft which were mainly used in testing at NAS North Island, California. VF-5A, soon redesignated as VF-51, operated the type in service beginning in August 1948. Although VF-51 went to sea on Boxer by May 1949, the FJ-1s were phased out in favor of the new F9F-2 Panther.

[wr1t3w1tm3]

SEAWOLF - Part 1 - Chapter 2

Tuesday - May 18th

Words: 2,771

Estimated Read Time: 12-15 min.

TW: Brief mentions of blood and brief allusion to panic caused by a traumatic experience.

It ends up taking five hours for him to reach Maverick’s hangar. For miles down the gravel back road he follows the wide swaths cut by large tire tracks earlier that night. The hangar door is closed. When he pulls up next to the hangar, his SUV is the only car. Walking through the dust to the side door, he notices a lime green post-it note, which reads:

Ring the doorbell then come in. Unlocked.

There’s a ring doorbell mounted next to the door. He presses the button, it’s lit by a blue circle for a moment, then it dings out a little song and he enters. As soon as he opens the door, he’s hit with the overwhelming stench of industrial cleaners and the harsh hangar lights.

Inside is almost immaculately clean. Maverick was never one to be messy, but he also didn’t have any specific method to his “madness” He kept his magazines, books, NATOPs and anything made of paper and bound stowed within the coffee table set up in his “living room”; and he kept his tools all over the hangar without any rhyme or reason. Roosters Ford Bronco - the same one Goose had back in the day - is parked against the hangar door.

The smell begins to dissipate as he gets closer to the fans set up in a triangle between the Mustang, the camper, and the line of tarp draped bikes. The trailer door is wide open, and a brunette in a black t-shirt and ripped up jeans steps out. There’s a paper towel roll tucked under her arm, a mop in one hand and its bucket in the other. 

She puts the pedal to the metal, booking it towards a mass of towels he notices on her approach. “You Theresa?” He calls. 

She nods, panting. The bucket hits the ground with a plunk and the mop clatters down with it. She stands, rubbing her back as he approaches. “And you’re Ice…man?”

He nods, sliding his aviators into the crook created by his unbuttoned top button. “Tom Kazansky. Callsign, Iceman. Everyone calls me Ice.”

Her hand shake is firm, but when their hands come together, hers are shaking. Maybe from the adrenaline, but when he tries to look her in the eyes she maintains contact for only a couple seconds before she drops it and motions to the bucket. “I was, uh, just cleaning up. They gave me to okay to clean up.” 

“The cops?” Ice asks, surveying the hangar. 

“Yeah,” Theresa picks up the mop and nudges the towels out of the way with her boot. 

Ice smiles gently. “Are those Mav’s old boots?” 

Theresa shrugs. “Probably.” He steps closer, but she refuses to look up. The mop swipes away at the floor, taking with it the remnants of red from under the towels. He glances at them himself. The bottom ones seem to be completely blood soaked. 

“Where are Maverick and your father?” 

Theresa rolls her shoulders, then shudders. She kicks the towels a little further, mopping that up. She starts humming something he vaguely recognizes from the radio. He steps with her, then suddenly she turns, grabbing the bucket and mop and marching towards the Mustang. There’s a similar, though smaller, mound of towels there as well. The path over is lined with muted bloody stains.

Ice stops a couple yards back and repeats his question. “Where’s your dad at, kid?”

Again, Theresa shrugs. But she speaks “Uh… I dunno. They disappeared before the cops showed up and they couldn’t find ‘em.” 

She dunks the mop in the bucket again. It slaps and some slips over the side, onto the floor. It makes a wet squelch against the concrete when she sets it down and the fibers scratch a bit as they glide over the floor. “Are they looking for them?”

“Oh, uh… the cops?” she chuckles uneasily, replying with a shrug “nah. They’ll keep an eye out for ‘em but they aren’t too worried unless they don’t turn up by tomorrow.” 

Ice steps forward. Theresa glances at him then takes a step back, mopping up where there definitely wasn’t blood before. He broaches the next question with a little more delicacy “Do you know where your dad and Maverick are?”

“The Hard Deck?” She suggests with a shrug and uneasy chuckle. Realization dawns immediately. The boots Theresa’s co-opted squeak as she walks.

Ice slides his hands into his pockets and clears his throat. “What, ah, what do the cops think happened here?”

“Rabid animal attack.” Theresa’s response is to fast. Too perfect. 

“You said it was a wolf, right?”

She pauses, glancing at him. She cocks an eyebrow, not unlike Mav when asked a stupid question. Then she turns back to her mopping. “Yeah. Big black one.” 

“What else did you see?”

“Not much,” again, too quick. Too rehearsed. “It got Mav, then it go Brad.” 

“And they both disappeared after they got bit?” 

Theresa stops, taking a deep breath as she rights herself. She nods curtly, “Yeah,” she drops the mop in the bucket and hoists it up, headed towards the trailer. 

“So what’d you tell the cops?” Ice calls. There’s a coolness in his voice that irks Theresa.

But she plays along. “That Mav and Brad got attacked by a big black wolf and that I hid in the plane.” 

“And that they disappeared after they were attacked?” 

She nods, setting the bucket at the trailer steps. Ice stops a couple yards away again. His khaki’s are crisp, his shirt is ironed. He looks well rested, despite the hour. Theresa is running on a RedBull and and looks like it. She imagines that she looks cooler than she does, staring Ice down, but she can feel the grease slicking her hair back and it does not feel pretty. 

He sighs, taking one step closer and asking quietly “What color where they?”

Theresa blinks, trying to wake herself up. “What color where… who?” 

She takes a sudden breath. Ice sighs, pressing “What color where the wolves?”

“The… black one?” Theresa slides back a step. Her back is practically against the trailer now. Ice shakes his head and crosses his arms. 

“What color fur did your father and Mav have after they shifted?”

Theresa balks like she’s about to throw up. The mop clatters against the wooden steps, then it hits the floor. It echoes through the hangar. Ice’s ears ring a bit. It fades within a moment, giving Theresa enough time for realization. 

“Can you drive Mav’s Jeep?”

Theresa doesn’t respond at first. One hand slowly drifts to her chest, where it feels her heart racing. The other reaches back for the trailer, and once it makes contact she leans back against it. Ice takes another step forward, repeating himself tersely. “Can you drive Mav’s Jeep?” 

She swallows hard, but she nods. Ice nods, stepping back. “Good. Go ahead and grab the keys kid, then follow me. Slider’ll get in soon and we need to have Mav and your dad wrangled by then.” He starts towards the door, but he only hears his footfalls. He turns back after a few steps, and Theresa simply stands there, unmoving. Her mouth slightly agape. 

“Come on kid,” he puts on a small smile and tries to sound cheerful. “Grab the keys. It’ll be fun.” 

She seems to snap out of it, shaking her head a bit violently. She steps up into the trailer. Ice listens to her search around for Mav’s keys. The search is by no means silent, but she doesn’t say a word otherwise. The shock should wear off soon. She’ll be fine then. 

“Oh!” He calls back. “Make sure to grab them each a change of clothes!”

They don’t have to go far. Approximately a mile from Maverick’s hangar and equidistant from the runway is a large collection of rocks. Hiding amongst those rocks are two wolves: one black, one hazel. 

Ice approaches cautiously, dimming his lights once he spots them. Theresa’s eyes aren’t nearly as well adjusted. Luckily, she’s far enough back that her lights don’t startle them. 

They were resting when they arrived. Both still shifted. For a second, a pang of… anxiety strikes him. What if they attack Theresa? She’s in an open Jeep after all. 

No. They won’t. They’ve had nearly five hours to come to terms now. Besides, he’s in front. They won’t attack him. He’s familiar. Wolf and friend.

Theresa shuts off the Jeep. The dying headlights catch the hazel, almost dirty blonde wolf’s attention. He’s huge. Easily ten feet from snout to tail. He probably weighs about what he did before, and Rooster was a pretty big guy by all metrics. 

“Easy. Easy.” the hazel one - Rooster - growls. Theresa, halfway between the SUV and the Jeep, stops dead. She looks like she’s just seen a ghost. The black one turns his attention to her. “Whoa Mav,” Ice glances back. He reaches one hand out in front of him, and gently calls back to Theresa “get in my car.” 

She doesn’t move. She can barely breath. All she can see is an eruption of black and hazel fur as bodies contort and someone screams. Mav. She thinks its Mav’s scream she hears. The desert wind whips up and the sand swipes her arms and face. 

Tears start to fall. The stinging only makes them worse. Ice turns back to the wolves. Now he was gonna have to get both wolves into the SUV without any help. 

Well, maybe… “She’s alright,” he assures them, turning to Maverick first. “You didn’t hurt her. She’s just… tired.” He just told them she was fine. He can’t admit that she’s scared. Not now. 

Bradley takes a step forward. Ice pivots right at him. “Whoa, Rooster. No. No. She’s fine,” he glances at Mav “you’re both fine, but you’ve got to come with me. We’ve gotta get you shifted back.” 

The black one - Maverick - takes several cautious steps towards Ice’s hand. Once he’s within a few feet, he takes a wiff. Ice smiles. “Yeah, that’s it Mav. Easy.” 

Maverick seems to smile, and with a little yip he closes the distance between himself and Ice. He pops a squat right in front of him, slinking the last few inches. Mav nudges his outstretched hand, begging for pets. 

Ice’s smile only gets bigger, and he obliges, running his hand over Mav’s head a few times, following his stroke behind the right ear and giving a nice scritch. It almost looks like Mav smiles as he snuggles up against Ice’s legs. He’s absolutely beaming. “There ya’ go, Mav. Thats better, isn’t it? Figured you didn’t wanna be stuck out here all night, huh?” He crouches down, scratching behind both of Mav’s ears “Yeah. You don’ wanna be stuck out here, do ya? Do ya?” 

Maverick yips. Suddenly, Bradley barks, once, then whines. Ice chuckles, shaking his head. “Yes, you too, Rooster, I have two hands.” 

Rooster starts walking, but not towards Ice. Both Mav and Ice watch him start towards Theresa. She sees him, and slowly starts to back up. But every step she takes is matched by the wolf. He’s huge. He’s getting bigger. Getting closer. 

She’s gotta hide. Something inside is screaming at her. The screams echoing in her head don’t help anything. She’s able to shake them off. For a second, her head is clear.  She turns and bolts for the Jeep. 

Okay, not that clear. 

“No! Bradley!” 

Maverick’s off in a flash. He intercepts Rooster as Theresa makes it to the Jeep. Rooster growls, looking past him at the Jeep. Maverick glances back and matches his growl. They’re locked in this stand off until Ice closes the distance. He sprints the whole way. Theresa’s in the Jeep, thank god, and she’s got it on. But she’s still got open windows. Rooster or Maverick could easily get in that way. 

“Easy, easy guys.” He goads. He crouches again, trying to get on their level. It’s awkward, since they stand so high off the ground. “Come on. Let’s go.” He motions to the SUV. “Slider’ll be here any minute, and we’re gonna get this all figured out, alright?” 

Rooster seems calmer. The growling stops. Theresa’s sobs replace them. Ice glances at her. She’s got her knees pulled against her chest and her forehead resting on them. Great. She’s of no help right now. 

With a sigh he starts towards the SUV, but backwards, to keep his eye on Maverick and Rooster. Once he reaches it, he pops the middle door. “Come on guys. We’re gonna go back to the hangar and get this all figured out.” 

They hesitate for a couple seconds. Rooster glances back at Theresa. Ice nods, “She’ll follow us back.” 

Maverick sneezes, but without further protest pads over to the SUV. He climbs in easily, but he looks tired. He lays down on the seat, taking up nearly the whole back bench. Ice turns back to Rooster. He’s moved a bit closer, but he’s still got a lock on Theresa.

Ice meets him where he’s at, crouching down and petting him a few times. “Yeah, I know Roo. She’s a little upset right now,” Not scared. Not now “but she’ll be alright. We’ll get this all sorted out once we get to the hangar, alright?” Rooster sighs. “Hey. Hey. Everything’s gonna be fine. It’ll all get figured out once we get back to the hangar, okay? Come ‘on.” he stands, starting towards the SUV. 

Rooster glances back at Theresa once more, and after a moment he - almost reluctantly - follows Iceman back to the SUV. Once he’s in, Ice shuts the door and gets in, pulling up next to Theresa. 

She’s been having a moment. Her eyes are red, and there’s wet spots on her shirt collar from where tears escaped her hands. She sniffles on their approach, trying to seem more put together. 

Ice still practically scowls at her, and everything he says sounds like an order. “Head back to the hangar. Slider should meet us there.” 

She nods, pursing her lips. Ice sighs and rolls his window up, rolling back towards the dirt road they took out. Theresa… Theresa hesitates for a bit. It’s not like she’ll get lost, she can see the hangar from the pile of rocks. She… she just needs a minute. 

What the fuck happened? She tries to wrap her head around it. First, some big black wolf appeared and got Mav. Then Mav… Mav turned into a big black wolf and attacked Bradley. Then… then Bradley must’ve turned into a wolf and they both must’ve run off when the EMT’s showed up. 

Were… were they werewolves now? That… that… I should’ve had that on my 2021 Bingo Card. She doesn’t know what she feels, but it’s not pleasant. It’s a whirl wind of fear, yes, and anxiety. She’s gotten a major… spine tingle, for lack of a better word, as her mind replays Maverick’s… shift? Is that what he called it? She’s not sure, but it sounds right. 

The fact that Tom Kazansky - who she knows is Commander of the US Pacific Fleet the same way she knows that the sky is blue and Taylor Swift sings about her exes - is one of these… werewolves. He’s a werewolf. Since when did they exist?

She combs her memory for the handful of times they’d even been in the same room with him. She did meet him briefly at some ball thing she had to attend for Roosters squad. He’d seemed normal. And… the Slider guy he mentioned. She thinks she’s met him. Something to do with an unofficial “class reunion” for Maverick sometime that summer. He might’ve been out at the hangar at one point. He’d seemed completely normal too. 

How many werewolves where there? How dangerous where they? Part of her wanted to geek out but a larger part was scared and betrayed. She felt paranoid, and she hated it but… I’m not wrong. She told herself.. If… if werewolves existed… what else was out there? Vampires? Witches? Ghosts? Demons? Fuck, it was Supernatural, but real. Was that a true story then? No… their werewolves worked differently. Unless… unless that was what they wanted you to think!

She’s lost in her own fears long enough for her tears to dry and a small plane to pass overhead and land at the hangar. The dust it kicks up stings her face and drags her back to the hellscape she’s woken up in tonight. She begins to cry again, and with a sniffle, tucks her knees to her chest and watches the hangar.

[ltkarma]

❛ flores !   ❜ avi's voice rings out around the hangar , coat pulled up tight around her ears and hat pressed firmly onto her head ( even covered with the endlessly attractive raincover ) as the final few aircraft are towed inside of the steel structure. wind bellowing against the sides as the almost deafening sound of rain hammers overhead - strangely she feels guilty that she's only over here for the numbers - watching quietly as things move inside for the next couple of days as the cyclone bound for the west coast draws over the bay and the base.

❛ you need a ride home ? i think they're closing down transport for the night.   ❜

starter for @mustanged

[juanmecanico]

"¡Temporada de Caza de Cobras! ¡No Creerás lo que Sucede!" ¡Hola a todos los amantes de los autos! Hoy, vamos a explorar algo verdaderamente emocionante: ¡es temporada de caza de Cobras! No, no hablamos de la serpiente, sino del inconfundible y clásico AC Cobra, uno de los autos deportivos más queridos e increíblemente potentes jamás producidos. #CarsOfInstagram ¿Alguna vez has pensado en la cantidad de energía, pasión y obsesión (sana, por supuesto) que se necesita para coleccionar "Cobras" con intención? Sin duda, se necesita un amor verdadero por el automovilismo y una apreciación profunda por el diseño y la ingeniería. Eso es exactamente lo que puedes encontrar en el corazón de aquellos buscadores de tesoros automotrices, dispuestos a viajar lejos y ancho, a veces literalmente alrededor del mundo, en busca de estos deportivos vestigios de una época gloriosa. Nos encontramos ante el representante del sueño americano, un auto que captura el espíritu de libertad y rendimiento máximo. Vehículo nacido de la visión del gran Carroll Shelby, conocido ampliamente por su contribución en la creación del Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. Pero sus creaciones no se detuvieron allí - durante los años 60, Shelby y AC Cars crearon sinergia con Ford para desarrollar el aclamado Shelby Cobra, un automóvil que cambió para siempre el juego de los autos deportivos. El AC Cobra se convirtió inmediatamente en un furor, marcando un nuevo estándar en términos de desempeño y estilo. En un tiempo donde los motores de seis cilindros eran la norma, el Cobra sorprendió con sus motores V8, que otorgaba un nivel de potencia y refinamiento sin precedentes. El ADN de rendimiento absoluto del Shelby Cobra fue y sigue siendo algo de culto entre los entusiastas de los autos. No solo es un diseño icónico, sino que es la manifestación física de la pura emoción de la conducción. Bueno, volviendo a nuestra temporada de caza - aquí estamos, en el año 2020, y aun hoy existen Cobras perdidos en graneros, hangares y cocheras por todo el mundo. Varios años después de su producción inicial, miles de réplicas, versiones y construcciones de kit han surgido, cada una dejando su propio sello en la historia del automovilismo. No se puede negar el encanto de cazar un Shelby Cobra. Existe el latente suspenso, la tensión que crece desde el fondo de tu ser. Es como estar frente a una criatura mitológica. Tal vez está cubierto de polvo, pero no puedes evitar reconocer las líneas suaves e inconfundibles y esa icónica parrilla delantera. Saber que estás ante algo que vale la pena preservar, un vehículo que amplificó el pulso del mundo automotor y dejó una marca duradera en la historia... bueno, es bastante increíble, ¿no te parece? Se trata de capturar un pedazo de historia y preservarlo para las futuras generaciones. Entonces, a aquellos que están en esta búsqueda - ¡Buena suerte en la caza! Que encuentren sus Cobras y les rindan el amor y respeto que estos íconos automovilísticos merecen. Y a todos los que aman los autos - sigan disfrutando cada arrancada del motor, cada giro del volante y siempre, respeten el legado de los clásicos. #CLÁSICOS. ¡Hasta la próxima vez, adictos a la gasolina!

[gurindammedia]

Keluarga Besar Lanud abd Saleh gelar acara reuni Pamucano (Paguyuban Mustang, Bronco, Tucano) bertempat di hangar Skadron Udara 21

[mahvericks]

For anon

Request; Could you please write a Maverick x reader where the aviators all flirt with her at Penny’s only to find out that it’s Maverick’s girlfriend? Thank you so much 🥺

Warnings; mention of an age gap without mentioning how much, bad flirting but that’s pretty much it.

posting this again because it wasn’t showing up in the tags wtf

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To say that you loved everything that touched aviation was an understatement, you had grown up in that environment, your mother was a nurse working at Top Gun back when it was still located in Miramar- you lived close to the base and had spent your childhood watching the aircrafts fly in the sky.

As a teenager, when it was time for you to choose a career’s path, it wasn’t a surprise that you chose to go towards something related to the aviation. It wasn’t hard for you to choose to go towards the engineering side, it was what fitted you the most and what you were the best in.

You enjoyed fixing the planes more than flying them- but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the feeling of being up in the sky, that’s actually how you met and fell in love with your now boyfriend, Pete.

You were supposed to already be back home by now but you couldn’t stop working until that jet was completely fixed, you were almost done- you just couldn’t leave it like that or you wouldn’t be able to sleep well knowing you left your work unfinished.

“ You know everyone else’s gone already?”

“ Uh? ” not expecting someone to be around at this hour, you jumped when you heard the voice, turning around, you were faced with a man you didn’t know, “ i’m a perfectionist, I couldn’t leave until this baby was fixed.”

“ I’ve never seen you work here before, are you new?”

“ I could ask you the same question, but no, I’ve been working here for over a year now.”

“ Ah, I see. I’m Pete by the way, but you can call me Maverick.”

“ Wait, the Maverick?” as he extended his hand towards you, you quickly wiped yours on your pants before shaking his hand, “ I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you!”

“ The one and only, but the pleasure is all mine.”

“ What are you doing here at this hour?”

Letting out a scoff, you didn’t have to know him personally to understand that he wasn’t just here for a walk, he had something in mind, “ you know your reputation precedes you, if you’re here, it means you have something in mind that is not going to please the Admiral.”

“ People always exaggerate things.”

“ Oh? So, you don’t like danger and disobeying orders?”

“ Touché.”

A smile crept on your face as you closed the cockpit of the aircraft you had been working on, “ that’s what I thought.”

“ Ever went on a flight in a P-51 Mustang?”

“ No, I don’t even know anyone who owns one.”

“ Well, I can change that.”

You weren’t entirely sure you were understanding what he meant, but you were interest to say the least, “ you own one?”

“ I do. I was supposed to go on a flight at the sunset but one of the pieces gave up on me, and I know they have a couple of spare ones around here.”

“ Are you bribing me into letting you steal a piece for your plane?”

“ Is it working?”

Letting out a sigh, you knew you were going to regret this at some point in a very near future, but how could you say no to him, “ sadly it is, you might find what you need in the hangar behind.”

———

Instead of going to sleep that night, you left with Pete and helped him change the piece on his plane- at the end of the night, when the sun started to rise in the sky, he took you on a flight as he promised.

That’s where you started to fall for him, and the fact that he would show up often at the hangar you worked in the following days didn’t help neither. But those times weren’t because he needed something, it was only to spend time with you as he had enjoyed that flight as much as you did.

It took a couple of weeks until Pete and you started seeing each other after your work, it was never truly a date and you didn’t care in the slightest- what Pete and you had meant the world and that was more than enough.

Sometimes, you would go straight up to his hangar when you knew you’d find him there after work, and other times he would wait outside of the base to drive you back to your apartment where he would end up staying for the night.

Neither of you hid your relationship, there was no need to- you loved each other and it wasn’t a secret, but that didn’t mean you’d mention it at any given occasion. You were aware that not everyone was fond of your relationship due to the difference in ages.

You didn’t care what their opinion could be as long as they didn’t talk about it behind your back, neither did Pete even though at first, he feared that this could hurt you- after assuring many times that you didn’t care in the slightest, he stopped overthinking the situation.

It had been a couple of months since Pete and you got together, and while you didn’t officially live together yet, you were always at each other’s home, it only really depended on your schedule and the work you had to do.

But now that Pete was back at Top Gun for some kind of secret mission, it was easier to see each other- it was almost an excuse for him to show up at your hangar whenever he had two minutes of free time.

It didn’t take long until you met the group of pilots Pete was training for the mission, you met most of them back at the base and got along with them right away- it definitely helped that you would be one of the engineers that would look after the aircrafts for the mission.

———

It was Hangman’s idea to go at the Hard Deck for some drinks, and as everyone seemed to like the idea, you decided to tag along- it could only be fun, especially after a couple of drinks and the constant bickering between Rooster and Hangman.

You were sitting between your boyfriend and Payback, enjoying your drink while listening to the current conversation, at least that was until Hangman decided to interrupt it with one of the worse pick-up lines you’ve ever heard, “ hey y/n, i think there’s something wrong with my eyes- I can’t take them off you.”

Hangman was lucky Pete had left to get drinks and ended up chatting with Penny for a bit or your friend would have quickly felt ashamed of trying to flirt with you. Rolling your eyes, you took a sip of your drink, “ congratulations for having the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”

“ Don’t pay attention to him, y/n- he’s not worth it. I can do better than shitty pick-up lines and take you out to eat and have the best date of your life.”

“ Good luck with that, Rooster. I’m not interested.”

“ Not even a little?”

“ Nope.”

As if they had all decided to shoot their shot at the same time, it was now Phoenix who chimmed in, “ give it up guys, maybe she’s not into men! Maybe a date with me would be more interesting, what do you think?”

Pete was quite literally your savior at that moment by simply coming back with the drinks in his hands and sitting back on his seat next to you, “ I don’t know, I should ask my boyfriend first- what do you think, Pete?”

You couldn’t lie, the collective reaction you got from the bomb you just dropped was quite amusing as everyone seemed to be shocked. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to forget the faces they made anytime soon.

“ So, we had no chance from the get-go, uh?”

“ Not even one.”

You laughed at Pete’s answer, which was pretty much the same one you would have given- reaching for his hand under the table, you gave him a smile as your fingers intertwined together resting on his lap.

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 19

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Hey babes! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! Your feedback and interactions are always appreciated! Thank you all for being here and giving me your support. 🥹I love you all! ❤️Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: Where is Bradley? Why hasn't he texted or called us yet? Is he okay? Is he just nervous? I hope he comes back soon. Isn't he thinking about you and Leia? Doesn't he miss you girls? At least you get to visit Mav today! It's Leia's first time at the hangar!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: cursing and so much LOVE my heart FUCKING EXPLODED 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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It was the next day and you were getting ready to head over to Mav’s. You wanted to be polite, so you made your famous, chocolate fudge brownies as a dessert for after dinner. Just as you changed into your clothes the oven timer went off. You went to turn off the oven and you took them out. “Perfect.” They smelled so good. You loaded Leia into the car along with the brownies and Mav’s sign that Leia made for him. You were about to pull out when Leia yelled at you.

“Momma wait! I wanna bring my daddy’s wings to show papa Mav!”

You looked at her unbuckling herself in the rearview mirror, “Where did you leave them, baby?” You weren't really paying attention to what your daughter had implied. What she had planned, you just went with the conversation without thinking about what she really had said to you. It didn't register.

“In my secret spot! I'll be back.” She jumped down and ran into the house to retrieve them. 

After 5 minutes she returned back to the car. She buckled herself back in, “I got them!”

It was a 30-minute drive to Mav’s hangar. It resided right outside the Naval base. The big metal doors were open so you drove right in. You parked your car off to the side away from his P-51 Mustang. It was such a beautiful plane. You remember back in college when he took you up in it for the first time when you and Bradley came down to visit him. It was the coolest experience of your life. 

Mav came out from the housing he had within the hangar. He had an apron on and was holding a spatula. “Hey you’re early!”

Leia ran up to him with his poster. “I brought it, Maaav!”

He gave her a kiss on top of her head, “Thank you so much, sweetheart!” 

“We had to make sure papa Mav was going to be on time for his bedtime.” You were carrying over the brownies and you hugged Mav and gave him the brownies as he laughed. 

She lifted up her pin to Mav. “Look! I have wings!” She had a big smile on her face.

Mav looked at her confused. “Where did you get those, sweetheart? Did you find that on the floor?” Mav was so confused. He was looking around him to see if he had dropped some more pins.

You gulped and your eyes went wide, “oh shit…”

Leia held them up higher to Mav, “No they’re my daddy’s! He’s a pilot like you, Mav!”

Maverick looked at you with a really confused look on his face, “Y/n… who’s wings are those?” He narrowed his eyes at you his mouth slightly open. 

You looked down and started to bite your lip, “Oh um. Mav.”

“Y/n. I asked you. Who’s wings are those?” He was serious, he stepped closer to you. Narrowing his eyes more at you. 

You looked up at Mav and your breath stuttered, you're about to speak. You looked over to the door that Mav had just emerged from.

And then an all too familiar raspy voice saved you, “They’re mine, Mav.” Bradley came from the same door as Mav, he wiping his hands on a dish rag. “Those are my wings.” He gulped. He looked at you and then at Leia. 

You were frozen. There he stood, was this a dream? Your throat got dry. There he was, tanner from the last time you saw him, his rosy cheeks burned from the sun, hair falling perfect even though it was a little messy, his aviators sliding down his nose, his famous Hawaiian shirt, but this time he wore a long sleeve under. He was like a dream. A sexy hot fucking dream. A sexy dream that was here and alive.

Mav stood there with one hand on his hip the other holding the brownies, “You mean to tell me this whole time, you and Rooster had a child and no one cared to share it with me.” He looked at Leia, “Did you know this too?” 

She shook her head no. “Well, what the heck!” He was speechless. “I mean this is great! I’m feeling so many emotions, I'm so confused.” He looked at you both amazed. He held his arms out and hugged the both of you. “I always knew this was going to happen. Penny owes me $50.” He laughed. “I will give you all your time.” He walked back through the door behind Bradley. 

He walked back through the doors laughing and talking to himself, "What are the freaking odds?"

You looked at Bradley and then over to Leia. Your daughter was never one to be shy, but at this moment she was super shy. She held the wings close to her and was looking down at the floor. She would look up slightly from time to time at Bradley and smile. But she kept her head down.

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 [I was listening to a thousand years the original and pt.2 while writing this part, I sobbed y’all. Enjoy.]

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You stepped towards Bradley and tears filled your eyes, "Hi." You smiled up at him.

He smiled back at you and started to blush more than he already was, "Hey, sweetheart."

You held his hand and ran your thumb over it, “Would you like to meet your daughter?”

Bradley took a deep breath. He walked up to Leia and got on one knee in front of her. 

“Hi Leia, do you remember me from the beach?” He took off his glasses and tried to meet your daughter's gaze but she was glued to the floor.

Leia nodded, “I do… Hi Bradley.” She looked up at him slowly and smiled. 

“I have a present for you, baby.” He got up and walked over to his bag and grabbed a little toy plane. He knelt back down to her. He had the plane behind his back. “I have a super cool gift that I’ve kept for a long time.” He pulled the plane from behind his back. “This is an F-14 Tomcat. My dad gave me this when I was a kid. I took very good care of it. Do you think you could take care of it for me, sweetheart?”

She took the plane gently from his hand and nodded, “I promise to take very good care of it.”

He pulled her in close and whispered in her ear. Leia started to giggle. Bradley pulled away and laughed. “That stays between you and me, okay?” Leia nodded and stepped back. 

He smiled back at her. “So I heard you have something for me?” He rested his arms on his knee and leaned closer to her. 

“I have your wings…” she was holding them to her chest. “I took very good care of them when you were gone.” She opened her little hands and there was his pin.

Bradley smiled and put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer to him. “That was so sweet of you to do that for me, sweetheart.”

Leia stepped closer to him and put her hands out for him to take the wings. “I told momma that I would keep them safe until you got back so I could give them back to you.” She gestured for Bradley to take them.

Bradley gently grabbed them from her hands and looked at them. He smiled and rubbed Leia’s arm. “Thank you so much for doing that for me, sweetie.” He looked at his pin and held them to his chest. “You took such great care of them. They’re better than when I left them.” He grabbed Leia’s hand, “I thought about you every second I was gone.”

Leia looked at him and blushed, “I thought of you too.” She was still shy.

Bradley pulled her in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her slowly and held onto her so tight. She hugged him back and laid on his shoulder. “I missed you so much, sweetheart. I'm glad to be here with you now.” 

He closed his eyes tight holding in the tears. “I really couldn’t wait to meet you, Leia. And now that you’re here, I wanted to let you know that I love you so much. I hope mommy reminded you every day. You mean everything to me.” 

She started to cry, Bradley cupped her cheek and wiped away her tears. “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy’s here and I’m not going anywhere.” 

She jumped into his arms crying. Bradley just held her and rubbed her back, “Shhhhh baby. Daddy’s got you.” He picked her up and rocked and bounced her while rubbing her back and then holding her head to his. “Daddy’s always got you, sweetheart.” He held her so tight. Another memory to stain his mind. 

You cried at their interaction. If you would have told yourself this was going to happen when you found out you were pregnant, you would have called yourself stupid. But here it was, happening. The day you had always dreamed of. Your baby girl meeting her dad and him being so loving the moment he laid eyes on her. Your heart felt so whole, it felt like it was going to explode. You couldn’t take it. You walked over to both of them. Bradley looked over to you still embracing your daughter. You got up on your tippy toes, you put your hand behind his head, and slowly and gently pulled him to you. You kissed him taking in everything. Your heart exploded at that moment. He was here, with you and your daughter. You pulled apart from him and he smiled at you. “I love you so much, y/n.” You looked up at him and caressed his cheek, “I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.” 

Leia got down from Bradley’s arms. She was smart, she just knew. She gave her mom and dad their moment. Plus, she would get to have her dad forever. She slowly walked over to the door of Mav’s house and went to go be with him.

Bradley pulled you in by the waist. “Is this real?” He ducked his head down to place his forehead on yours. “Are you really here, y/n?” He cupped your cheeks, “You are so beautiful, baby.” He kissed your face all over. “I was scared I was never going to see your beautiful face ever again.” He looked at you in awe, a tear streaming from the inner corner of his eye. You wiped it away.

“I’m here Bradley.” You said in a soft whisper.

You looked deeply into his eyes. He picked you up and spun you around taking in your scent. He let you down he looked at you and shook your head, “You are perfect, y/n.” He tucked your hair behind both of your ears and pulled you in for another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. All the emotions that have been building up, all into one kiss. He was yours, in this moment he was all yours. 

He pulled back, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!” He yelled the last one. You both giggled together. “God! I fucking love you.” His heart was racing, you could feel it. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. I have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful girl.” You felt butterflies. Did he really mean what he is saying? Did he really want this? Us? You smiled at him, you had no words. 

Mav peeked his head out, “Hey love birds, dinner is ready!” 

Bradley had his hand out to guide you to the door. “After you.” He bowed a little. 

“Hang on a second here.” You placed a hand on his chest. “When did you and him become besties again?” You cocked your head to the side narrowing your eyes at him.

“That's a story for another time, y/n. Your brownies are calling my name!” He kissed you and ran ahead of you.

“Bradshaw!” You ran after him and he ran through the door and you were right behind him. 

After dinner, Mav gave Leia a tour of his hangar while you and Bradley trailed behind slowly. Bradley had his hands in his pockets and you had your arm looped into his. You laid on his shoulder and took in his presence and scent. This felt like a dream. You two watched as Mav showed your overly excited daughter around. She was making noises as she flew the plane Bradley gave her around. Leia was jumping around as she held Mav’s hand. She was so fascinated by all his memorabilia from the Navy. Mav stopped and put his helmet on Leia’s head.

“Hey! That’s a good look on you, sweetheart!” He knelt down in front of her and held onto the helmet. Mesmerization flooded his eyes as you and Bradley looked on. “Hang on right here, Leia.” He patted his helmet and opened his locker. He looked at a picture and pulled it out slowly. He was smiling with tears in his eyes. “Bradley, y/n, come here.”

Still looking at the picture, the two of you made it over. Mav looked at Bradley handing him the little picture with a smile on his face. Bradley took his hands from his pockets and you unlooped your arm. Bradley stepped towards Mav and grabbed the picture. 

Bradley started to smile. “No way.” He laughed a little bit and brought the picture closer to his eyes to look at. “Man, this was so long ago.”

“Leia come here, sweetheart.” Bradley called over while still looking at the picture. He knelt down and put the picture up by her head. “Y/n, look at this.” He looked up at you smiling.

You came closer to examine the picture. “Smile, baby girl.” Bradley told Leia. She started to smile really big. Bradley grabbed your hand as you came closer. “Does she look familiar?” He chuckled.

You got really close and saw that the little picture was of Bradley when he was around Leia’s age. He was wearing Goose’s helmet and smiling. 

“Oh my gosh…” you were smiling and covering your mouth.

“She’s your twin, Rooster.” Mav patted his back and knelt next to him. Bradley gave him the picture back and Mav kept looking between the picture and Leia. “She looks exactly like you.” Then Mav looked at you, “And I can’t believe I said she was a copy and paste of you… she is literally him!” He pointed at Leia. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “I told ya, Mav. She is Bradley Junior.” 

Leia came around by Mav and took the picture from his hands. “That’s your daddy when he was your age, Leia.” 

She looked at Bradley and smiled. “Why does the helmet say Goose?” Bradley opened his arms and Leia came to him. She sat on his lap while he was squatting. 

“Goose was my dad’s call sign.” He placed his hand on her leg and patted it.

 “Where is Goose? Will I get to meet him too?” Bradley gave a small smile to your daughter and sighed. “Sweetheart, you won’t be able to meet him. But we can visit him and I can tell you so many cool stories about him.” He patted Mav’s helmet which was still on her head.

“Okay.” She smiled at Bradley. She wrapped her arm around Bradley’s neck, “Do you have pictures of Goose?” Bradley placed his hand on her belly before standing up. “I don’t have any with me, but I know Mav has some.”

He grabbed her hand and walked her over to the workbench where Mav had his helmet on. Leia took his helmet off and held onto it. Bradley picked her up so she could look at the pictures. He was pointing to all of the pictures that Mav had on his wall explaining who everyone was in them. 

“That is Goose. That is my dad, Leia.” 

She smiled, “You look like Goose.” 

Bradley nodded. “This is my mom, her name was Carole.” He got close to Leia’s ear and whispered, “she was the coolest mom ever. Don’t tell mommy.” Leia nodded at Bradley and zipped her lips and threw away the key. 

“That’s Mav when he was younger with my dad.” He looked around and pointed, “These pictures are from when I played sports as a kid and when I joined the Navy.” 

Leia looked at the board of pictures, “Is that picture you and Mav during the mission?” She pointed to the middle picture of them holding onto each other and smiling. 

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She looked around some more, “That’s you and momma!” It was one from when the two of you graduated from University. Mav had taken a picture of the two of you with your degrees. 

Mav came to stand with you. “He’s a natural with her, isn’t he?” You kept looking at the two of them while they bonded over pictures, “He sure is.” You started to feel the redness creeping into your cheeks and ears. Mav patted your back and threw his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer. “He's going to be a great dad. He's a great kid. He’s exactly like Goose.”

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I have no words. 🥹 My heart feels so full and I hope yours is too! I am so happy rn. 😭 Now that the cat is out of the bag, what will the future hold for you? So besties, should I leave the story here or would you like to see more? Let me know! ❤️ I'll see you in the next part, maybe! 😉🫶🏼

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