#i want my top gun au

[your-unfriendlyghost]

I thought you’d get a kick out of this:

I think back in like 2020 there was an au where Steve Randle and maverick from top gun were brothers. Maverick was the older one (for some reason. I always thought it didn’t make a lot of sense because Steve is from the sixties and maverick is from the eighties, but the au made it work) and Steve was his much younger half brother.

I think they shared a mom (who they both looked exactly like, I’m assuming) and they didn’t actually know about each other until Steve’s dad died and maverick was the next of kin that had to take him in.

Anyway I distinctly remember maverick not knowing how to interact with Steve and Steve just… blatantly hating mavericks guts. He liked ice and goose though. Not maverick. Maverick was very stressed about that

Also I remember someone saying that Maverick would hate Steve being impulsive and driving recklessly and everyone would call him a hypocrite for it.

Oh yeah no you’re so right this is completely up my alley

Steve’s just mad ‘cuz Mav got to have braces and he didn’t

also where was that au on/what platform was it on?? I needa see more that’s amazing

[whohasthecards]

Top Gun AU Idea -- Jake is Mav's son and grew up in foster care.

Jake only has a beat up picture of his dad and that his name was "Pete". He didn't know his mother at all, not even his birth certificate. He was abandoned and whoever abandoned him made sure that his lineage would never be traced.

He figured out who his father was during his first time in Top Gun.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

He also found out that his father was married to the COMPACFLT.

He didn't need a father anymore, right? And he wouldn't want to break up a family in his desperate attempt to maybe gain one. His father probably didn't know he existed. Hell, his father could even be the one that abandoned him (although why he would leave the picture makes that theory unlikely).

However, he did want to meet the one of the Navy's top pilots. It's all professional curiousity.

(He was in the same profession as his father, aviation is in his blood.)

He will become the best.

Maybe he'd meet Maverick once he's on top.

During his first air combat kill, Iceman was the one to shake his hand. The admiral gave him a clap on his shoulder and congratulated him.

The mission occured.

As a person, Maverick was not who he expected him to be.

As a pilot, Maverick was the best.

He was numb when Maverick and Rooster were shot down.

He never felt more alive and scared when he pushed his jet to save them.

He turned and walked away when he saw Rooster and Maverick hug it out, confirming his suspicions during training.

Rooster was Maverick's son, in every way that matters.

Blood doesn't matter, heck there isn't even a blood test that proves that Jake was his son. Only a battered photo with scripted handwriting.

Jake should let go.

After the mission, Dagger squad becomes a permanent squadron with Maverick as team leader.

Maverick got along with every single Dagger just fine, but there was an awkwardness between Hangman and himself that neither knew how to bridge. Mav never did know how to act around people who was just like himself.

Maverick acts paternal and caring to everybody, especially Bradley, and Jake had to swallow the growing jealousy (I don't need him, I don't need him, I don't need--). Why did everyone get a family and a Mav that would look their way for more than 10 seconds?

Why did Rooster get everything he ever wanted?

What did he do or not do that made him deserve this crippling feeling of jealousy and loneliness?

[im-sorry-what-ii]

yknow the classic uni professors au, the one where prof A spends half their time talking about their spouse and prof B has never said a word about their personal life ever but then it turns out theyre pining or married or whatever, yeah i think theres a chronic lack of those in the top gun fandom. bc the classic icemav teaches at top gun meets no homophobia au is the *perfect* setup and i cant believe no ones written it

[nixie-deangel]

@redfurrycat here is the very short version (because I started typing this out and got a thousand words in before I even introduced Jake to Bradley XD) of the Hangster girl dad's au I mentioned the other day!

anyway, basically it's Bradley gets his papers pulled, knocks up his not-sort-of-but-not-really-college girlfriend/hookup, moves down to Texas, decides he's gonna be a single parent when his not-ex states clearly she doesn't want to be a mother, gets adopted by Mama Seresin and Jake's four sisters before he even meets the man.

A few weeks before his child is born he finally meets Jake and it's definitely a meet-ugly but they rapidly move through getting to be friends (because they don't have their careers and reputations standing in their way) and then baby girl Bradshaw is born and they spend run co-parenting her, even though Jake is often away during the week (he's at Corpse Christi for flight school, fight me) but any spare moment he can, he's driving the two hours back to his Mama's house to help Bradley with their his baby.

Almost twelve years later -of them working their shit out, getting married, having another daughter and being stupidly in love- Jake gets selected for the mission and uh oh, Bradley's past is clashing with his present.

(this is for me and my version, you all can think and decide for yourselves on how you want this to go -especially because I've left out a lot of the context trying to shrink this down to share- but for me, Jake is mega asshole to Mav when they meet because that's the asshole who hurt his husband and he's a bitch and doesn't stand for that shit. he's gonna be the biggest bitch to bitch unless Bradley tells him otherwise.

and Bradley who is still nursing the broken trust and hurt from someone he thought he could trust and someone who he thought believed in him, lets Jake have free reign because he's just not ready to forgive Mav or Ice for what they did to his life.

Even if he is sort of grateful because he got his baby girl AND his husband out of it. That broken trust is just not easily forgotten or forgiven.)

[ellii0tt]

top gun mishanks au when

[cannibalhellhound]

This is for @topgunalternateuniverse bingo

This one was Hanahaki

The petals are white chrysanthemums because I love them.

There is a second piece I'll paint at a later date (it's sadder imo)

[bobfloydsbabe]

illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

walk the line

SUMMARY: After staying late at the office, Bob insists on walking Abby to her car.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, sexual tension, sexual thoughts. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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SPECIAL THANKS: Thanks to @joaquinwhorres for the prompt, and for the endless support and encouragement for MBB and my other writing. I adore you. Thank you to @wkndwlff and @sylviebell for listening to me rant about this for hours on end.

A/N: This was supposed to just be a quick and easy 500 word drabble. That obviously didn't happen. Enjoy!

Bob leans back in his chair and rubs his palms against his eyes, trying to make them hurt less from staring at his laptop all night.

The Bates family has been creating problems for him for weeks. They’ve somehow blocked every permit he’s been trying to get with the city so he can finally start construction on the Belmont Street project.

Letting his hands fall away, he opens his eyes and notices the light at Abby’s desk is on.

With a furrowed brow, he pushes himself up and walks across the expanse of his office until he’s standing in the doorway.

Abby’s sitting at her desk, typing away on her keyboard, doing who knows what. He checks his watch and sees that it’s far past midnight.

“I thought you’d gone home hours ago,” he says, letting his arm fall back at his side.

She startles, making the whole table shake and her hand flies to her chest where her heartbeat is likely running wild.

“You scared me,” she tells him after collecting herself enough to look at him.

“Sorry. I thought you’d gone home,” he repeats.

She shakes her head, making a stray dark hair fall from her ponytail and rest against her cheek. “Unless you dismiss me, I don’t leave until you do, sir.”

Even after being here all day, she still looks as flawless as she did when she walked through the door that morning.

He thinks back to last week inside her apartment after the fundraiser when he’d nearly given into temptation. She’d looked perfect then, too. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and dancing with him. Only him.

He thinks of the aide who’d dared to lay hands on his girl in full view of all the guests. Bob had only applied enough force to the kid’s hand that it would hurt for a while. Certainly not enough to break it. Abby was none the wiser, but he’d seen the kid with an ice pack on his fingers later on.

“Well, I’m heading home for the night,” he begins, looking back at Abby, who’s watching him. “So should you. I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Okay,” she agrees.

Bob goes back to his office to close up for the day and grab his suit jacket off the back of his chair. When he returns, Abby’s slipping a coat over her shoulders.

“Ready?”

She faces him with a bright smile. “Yes,” she says, and leans forward, clicking off the lamp on her desk. “All set.” She rounds the desk and heads for the elevator down the hall.

On the surface it looks like a normal corporate office with a receptionist, open floor plan with conference rooms closed off by large glass panels, a kitchenette with the essentials like a microwave and a fancy espresso machine Javy insisted they get even though he only comes by the office once a week.

Bob smiles to himself, trailing behind Abby, whose ponytail swings like a pendulum against her back, and he can’t help that his eyes wander down to her hips. Those heels drive him wild and they make her ass look fantastic.

He’s walking a fine line, and he knows it.

The elevator doors slide open right as he catches up to Abby, who moves remarkably fast in heels that high and thin.

“You coming?”

He meets her eyes, realizing he’s stopped outside the elevator. He shakes his head and joins Abby inside.

As the doors close, every one of Bob’s senses become engulfed by Abby. He feels the heat radiate off her on his skin, can practically taste the mint of her lip gloss on his tongue, hears her steady breath, and watches the rise and fall of her chest in the corner of his eye.

What gets him is the scent of her. It’s different. Darker, muskier. Sexier. Rose and a hint of vanilla, but still her.

“New perfume?” He asks, turning to face her. In the harsh overhead lighting of the elevator, he can see her cheeks warm up, and he fights the way his hand twitches, desperate to reach out and touch her skin.

He knows it’s velvety soft.

“Yeah,” she admits, not meeting his eyes. “It was time for a change.”

A hum is his only reply, making her finally meet his gaze. She looks like she wants to say more, divulge a secret she’s not supposed to, and he longs to pry it from her pretty mouth.

He takes a small step forward, testing the water to see how she reacts. She doesn’t flinch, but her eyes flicker down to the floor for a second before coming back to his.

Her cheeks burn hotter than before when she asks. “Do you like it?”

Leaning down, his lips graze her exposed neck when he inhales the scent of her. Her breath hitches, body shuddering at the touch.

He cranes his neck upward and finds Abby’s eyes trained on him, darker than usual.

Maintaining eye contact, he presses his lips to the skin of her neck. “I do,” he says and straightens his back.

Abby’s jaw is slack, and her eyes follow him as he takes another step closer. Their breathing fills the small space, but all Bob sees and feels is her.

The woman who has haunted his dreams since the moment she first stepped into his office.

His fingers twitch again, but right as he’s about to reach for her, the elevator stops moving and the doors whoosh open.

Abby jumps away from him as if burned by an invisible flame.

“Ladies first,” he says, gesturing to the open doors.

She smiles politely, wrapping her thin coat tightly around her body, and folds her arms across her torso to keep it in place. She offers him a nod as she passes and mumbles a quiet thank you.

Bob follows her out, cursing whatever powers are against him for putting Abby in his path. He’s holding onto professionalism by a thread that’s rapidly unraveling.

He’d regret it if he could, but the magnetic pull Abby has on him is something he can’t describe. There’s an inevitability in his attraction to her.

The sound of her heels echoes through the concrete parking garage. He’s watching her ponytail swing against her shoulder blades, follows it with his eyes, trying his best not to let them travel down to the swell of her ass. Again.

He realizes a beat too late that he hasn’t actually walked her to her car as much as he’s followed behind her. Now they’re at her car, a sensible black Range Rover in pristine condition, and she rifling through her purse for the keys.

He stands behind her left shoulder, catching another whiff of her intoxicating perfume. “Need help?”

“No, I got it,” she declares, proudly pulling the key out of her purse. Her smile is contagious enough that Bob feels the corners of his mouth turn upward.

She unlocks the door with a click and steps forward, but Bob reaches around her, grasping the handle before she can.

He steps forward, forcing Abby to turn around so her back is against the side of her car, facing him. Her breathing is shallow, uneven, and her eyes flitter around before landing on him.

“Sir?”

He hums as the hand that was on the door slides up behind her until his palm finds the back of her head. 

“What are you doing?” She asks, voice breathless and trembling. Anticipation hangs in the air between them, and the chilly night air does nothing to ease the tension.

A soft breeze carries her scent to his nostrils as he grasps the tie that holds her dark hair in place and pulls it. As it comes loose, Abby’s hair falls in a cascade down her back.

Her gaze holds his now, transfixed. “Why did you do that?”

Bob tosses the hair tie to the side. He slides his fingertips up her arms, reaching behind her and gently bringing her hair over her shoulders so it falls around her face instead, framing those round cheeks.

“Because I like it down,” he tells her, voice so quiet he can barely hear it himself. Abby’s chest rises and falls, and he feels it against his chest. The sensation makes his cock stir, heat spreading in his abdomen.

He sees a silent war in her eyes, and whatever she’s fighting against wins as she places a hand on his chest. She grasps his tie, but doesn’t pull at it, just holds it in her hand.

They don’t say a word. Just look at each other, daring the other to make the first move, to change whatever’s going on between them.

Bob knows what he wants. Her. He wants to kiss her neck, leave marks there and claim her as his. He wants to run his tongue along her folds as she moans and begs for him to keep going. He wants to plant himself deep inside her, make her chant his name, paint her insides with his cum, and watch her struggle to speak afterward.

The allure of having her is almost enough to make him cross that line he’s long hesitated to approach. His desire for Abby makes him vulnerable, and that’s what eventually makes him step away from her in that dimly lit parking garage.

Her hand falls from his chest. He holds the door open for her, but she remains in front of him on the ground. She draws her brows together, creating a cute indent between them, which he aches to smooth out.

“Goodnight, sir,” she finally says, hoisting herself into the driver’s seat.

He offers her a tight-lipped smile. “Goodnight, Abigail.” He closes the door and takes another step back, breathing a sigh of relief as tension leaves his body. 

The engine comes to life, and Abby offers him a small wave as she pulls out of her parking space. He doesn’t return it, but finds himself alone in the garage with the ghost of Abby’s hand still on his chest.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials his driver.

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[forsty]

Into The West AU

or soulmates through the ages OR Great Great Great Grandpa Seresin and Bradshaw

The sun is rising over the valley, right ahead of their eyes, casting golden, orange and pink over the river, turning it all colors. Painting the trees and hills all shades under the nature, God’s brush strokes making the world anew. But Brodie doesn’t pay it any mind. Instead, his eyes care cast on the man sitting by his side, legs hanging off of the edge of the cliff they’d been at.

“You look made of gold, Sunshine.”

Jack’s eyes turn to the side, reflecting the same sunlight that now washed over them and just like the river, eyes too blue too clear are painted pink, orange and gold. But more breathtaking than the colors, is the smile crawling up those thin lips. So genuine and real, takes the breath right out of Brodie’s lungs without even asking for permission.

“I guess it’s your Midas touch, then, Rooster.” Written by @thebahwrites

I asked @thebahwrites if he wanted to fall down the western rabbit hole with me so we took Rooster and Hangman and made them our ocs... so here's Brodie and Jack (Jack belonging to Bah!)

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: going thru my corny arc

[themissingmango]

F1 driver Jake Seresin! 🏎️

[pollyna]

Sweet Home Alabama!sloose(role?) au where Goose is to be married to Carole but Slider haven't sign the divorce paper yet and he has to go back to make him sign that. Nothing goes as planned.

[merry-andrews]

Don Bradley De La Bradshaw AU;

Don Bradley is son of Don Bradshaw who returns to his home town after his educations. His father passed away but Brad thinks his 'death' is suspicious and has something to do with 'Seresino' family which is one of richest family earn money from running 'dirty' business.. so Brad wears black cloak and mask, he becomes a vengeance (it's a Zorro story and it's so much like Batman 😊)

Youngest son of Seresino family returns home from his business travel and two families (Bradshaw and Seresino) meet here and there in galas and formal meeting and while Brad tries not to get too close to this family, he eventually gets feelings for Jake💗 but Jake's in love with 'Don Bradley' not 'Zorro' :)

[lyssartandstars]

also been working on a daemon au...Kalinya is Ice's daemon, a black-footed cat. Adelai is Mav's! she settles very late, but her favorite forms are a raven and a wolf. she ends up settling as a white raven :]

[topgunreacts]

Meeting your soulmate wasn’t supposed to be like this, Ice thought: a punch to the gut, a knee to the groin, and in the wake of that betrayal a pain that just wouldn’t stop. Ice was supposed to be giddy with laughter, drowning in love, complete. Instead he was here, standing in an empty parking lot with the sound of someone else’s joy filling his ears, watching helplessly as Maverick uttered the words that would break his heart forever.

~

Act Two | Walking on Air

Link to Chapter 9

Ice hadn’t known what to expect of his new assignment when he received his orders to report to NAS Key West. The tail end of his experience with Maverick and Henri at Miramar hadn’t left him with much to go on but the superficial. He’d built a cordial acquaintanceship with Henri over the course of five weeks, and his burgeoning friendship with Maverick held steady in the days after the incident with the  Layton. But now that the TOPGUN contest was over, the question arose as to where Ice would go next. The offer to stay and teach at TOPGUN was intriguing, as was Stinger’s blank check to Ice and Maverick both (pending drug tests) in terms of their next assignments. Ice’s first thought was that Maverick would ask to transfer from his to Ice’s ship, and then finish out their allotted cruise time in the same place.

But Maverick’s life circumstances shot that idea down right away. For although he frequently found himself on and around aircraft carriers, he wasn’t assigned to any of them. In fact, his infamous inverted taunt had been the work of a visitor, not a long-term resident: he and Goose had flown out to the  Enterprise  as a temporary duty following the severe illness and subsequent medical leave of one of the flight crew members. Maverick’s long-term placement was here, at NAS Key West. By day, he worked as an official Bad Guy, providing air adversary support for air-to-air combat training. It was like teaching, but came with much less work, Maverick said. Somebody else was responsible for figuring out who was flying what and how. All Maverick and his fellow members of the VF-45 had to do was show up, suit up, and then show off.

“Come on,” Maverick had coaxed Ice over the phone. “Your cruise is over soon, and we’ve always got room for one more. You’ll like these guys. And you’ll be getting paid to bully people. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Ice wasn’t so sure, at first. Carrier life was exhilarating and challenging: two aspects of his job which Ice assumed he would not find in southern Florida. But he ended up at Key West after all, following an awkward interview with a panel of officers who wanted to know more about Ice’s bizarre soulmate situation. With the Navy’s stamp of approval finally in hand, all Ice had to do next was wait for his cruise to end, part ways with Slider, and then make his way to southern Florida. Maverick and Henri were there to greet him at the military airport and take him home. After all the horror stories Ice heard about the Navy housing, he wanted to find a place to rent in a civilian neighborhood, and Henri managed to find a one-bedroom within walking distance of the house where he lived with Maverick. It was still being cleaned when Ice arrived, and he accepted Maverick and Henri’s offer to stay at their house for a week while he waited.

the story continues at the link

[cinnamon-bunni]

NOT okay right now im thinking abt pokemon leaving scars on their trainers + everyday, domestic problems.....

[okdesk]

moms & daughters