#icemav if you squint

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(at the Hard Deck, Rooster is upset over how he ended things with Hangman and Phoenix is trying to comfort him) Rooster: Phoenix, I screwed it up! You wouldn't understand, you never screw things up... Maverick(walking up to them): Yeah, no offense, Phoenix. Let the Master handle this one...

[do-some-of-that-pilot-shit]

Iceman: So, are you and Maverick just friends or what?

Goose: Well, don't tell anyone, but we're more than that

Iceman: Oh, really?

Goose Yeah, we're best friends

[thestarwarslesbian]

Okay but why does Iceman seem like he reads romance novels.

He seems like he would read a lot on carriers and on leave. Everyone including Slider thinks he reads action and true crime novels. I have this idea in my head that Ice would be reading at a social event like a medal cerimony that the '86 gang would all be at and there he would be reading his hardback novel with no name on it. Ice would probely leave for a few minutes to get food or go speak with someone and Mav and the others would grab his book to see what he was reading, and behold they look apon the sumttiest romance book any of them have read. But funny thing would be that Ice has read books that are more sumtty and dark conent wise. Ice is able to keep a straight face while reading it but the rest of the gang turn beatroot read after a single sentnece.

[thebahwrites]

Slider & Mav + shovel talk...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then every moment after that seems like a bad moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

made up fic title (kinda… it’s also a song☺️)

“Meeting the Master”

Thanks G! 💖 I'm not familiar with the song, but I still love the title! (sorry if I went a little nuts with this one 😅)

Jake wiped his hands on his slacks for the third time in the last five minutes. Tilting his head side-to-side, he rolled his shoulders to crack his neck. Then he wiped his hands on his slacks once again. Bradley reached over and took his boyfriend's (sweaty) hand and linked fingers with him. "Hey, it's okay. This isn't a big deal." "Not for you, it isn't," Jake muttered under his breath. "It's bad enough I had to find out years later that your 'dad' was the Maverick. And now this! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Bradley shrugged. "You didn't ask. Besides, how was I supposed to know you had some weird hero-worship thing for him?" "It's not... I just admire him greatly, that's all. And yes, maybe I had his picture in my dorm back at the academy for inspiration but there's nothing wrong with that." The look on Bradley's face said differently. "Dude..." Before Jake could try and explain himself further, the door to the office opened. Jake dropped Bradley's hand as he snapped to attention, though he was quivering as adrenaline coursed through his veins. Maverick was the first to exit the office. He took one look at Jake's stiff, sweaty appearance and shook his head, chuckling to himself. Then he stepped to the side and Jake's heart leaped in his chest. Standing before him was the man he had looked up to since the day he had decided he wanted to be a Navy pilot. Hell, he was half the reason Jake had made that decision. Though the man was older and more frail-looking than the pictures Jake was used to, there was no denying it was the same person. Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. Bradley stepped forward and embraced the man. "Hey, Uncle Ice. It's been a while." Admiral Kazansky nodded with a smile as he returned the hug. Bradley had warned Jake about his uncle's cancer and how even though he managed to survive it, he had lost the use of his voice. But voice or no voice, Jake was still not positive this wasn't all just a dream. Bradley took a step back and motioned towards Jake. "I want you to meet my boyfriend, Jake. You might have heard about him, callsign Hangman?" Recognition lit up Admiral Kazansky's face, and he gave an impressed nod. Jake almost passed out right then and there. But his lightheadedness only increased as the man extended his hand. With far more enthusiasm than Jake intended, he grabbed the Admiral's hand and shook it vigorously. "Admiral... Mr. Iceman.... Sir. I can't tell you what an honor it is to meet you! You've been my idol for as long as I've been flying and I just... Wow! I still can't believe I'm meeting the master!" Admiral Kazansky smiled and raised an eyebrow at Maverick who was across the room leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Rolling his eyes, Mav muttered, "Yeah, I heard him, Ice. But don't get a big head. The kid almost pissed his pants the first time I met him too." "Actually," Bradley chuckled. "He threw you out on your ass at the Hard Deck the first night you met." Admiral Kazansky's hand tightened around Jake's for a moment and Jake froze, horrified at what the Admiral must be thinking about him. However, the Admiral's face broke out into a playful grin and he began to silently laugh, his steel blue eyes shining with joy. He slapped Jake on the back before wrapping his arms around both Bradley and Jake's shoulders and guiding them into his office. It was official. This was the greatest day of Jake's life.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

[streetsweepershenanigans]

My headcanon/ completely unsubstantiated theory as to why Charlie isn't in/mentioned in Top Gun: Maverick, and it just adds to Maverick's angst.

Charlie and Mav broke up, yes, but stayed in touch and stayed friends. (They were one of those couples, ya know, better friends than lovers.) Maverick loves her in his own way, and Charlie him in her's, but not like that. He's out doing what he does best, and Charlie's out doing what she does best. Maverick is facing a promotion, and Charlie is at the top of her game, still working as a civilian for the navy, on the second floor of the west wing of the Pentagon.

Maverick doesn't learn of Charlie's death till the 25th of September, 2001- two weeks after that terrible Tuesday morning. It was Ice who'd told him. Everything had been a mess since the 11th, and he'd simply figured Charlie was too busy to reach out, but he'd never imagined that she'd been one of the many Americans killed that day- the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

To this day, he still makes the pilgrimage out to Memorial Park in Arlington on the anniversary, where he will sit in silence, sometimes for hours, some years only a few minutes, tracing her name carved into the hard granite with his finger while Ice stands guard a respectful distance away. The same as they have done every July 29th for the past thirty-five years, and now as they do every September 11th for the past eleven.

(Summertime quickly became Maverick's least favorite time of year, as Carol would leave them in June of '94 when Bradley was eleven. Ice would politely wait until the Fall to pass, and Maverick would both love and despise him for it.)

[streetsweepershenanigans]

You know when you see something and you just grin, and then that grin turns into a snarly-demomic face cause you just like it so much? Just me? Anyway, that's how much I love this.

ANYWAY back to our regularly scheduled mav content 👍

[mitchellpete]

Kinktober Day 12 - Voyeurism

pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky x f!reader (x pete “maverick” mitchell)

cw: penetrative sex, voyeurism, could count as cucking?, brief icemav implications but if you squint you can ignore it

word count: 1386

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

-

Maverick immediately knows what’s going on the moment he steps through the door, the noises loud and clear. His brows immediately knit together in confusion, in surprise, at the absurdity of the situation. The front door to your house had been unlocked, for starters, and you’re somewhere inside, and he can hear you moaning and what sounds like shit being knocked around. 

A scowl meets Maverick’s knitted brows as he shuts the door and immediately makes his way down the hallway. 

He doesn’t know what he’s doing; he’s certainly not gonna barge in and ruin your fun but Christ, is there any indication on who you’re with right now? He needs to know. And maybe he suddenly regrets everything you promised one another—that you wouldn’t catch feelings, that this fling wouldn’t last past his time at Top Gun—but maybe he actually did like you, and you just ruined it all the moment his hand turned the knob to your door. 

Maverick gets closer to the noises, a mixture of panic and intrigue seeping through him when he realizes the door is cracked open. Just enough that when he reaches the frame, he sees you. 

You’re laying on your side, a big body behind you, long strong legs and a sharp snap of hips meeting yours. An arm around your torso. A hand propping your leg up for easier thrusts, a blue Academy ring tauntingly sparkling at him.

And then his eyes catch the head of spiky blonde.

For fuck’s sake. 

For a moment, Maverick is almost blinded with anger. His heart stoops down to his feet and all he can think of is betrayal. How sick you are for doing this to him. 

You’d been fucking each other for weeks. Had made a comfortable situation out of it, and came to terms with the fact that it probably wouldn't last. But Maverick was sort of on top of the world right now, getting to fly with his best friend, competing for the Top Gun trophy, being the best possible pilot he could be up there. Taking his chance to prove himself once and for all. And Maverick is always all or nothing, and if he knew that this would backfire on him, then he’d shoved it to the deepest corner in the back of his mind and chose to go through with it anyway just for the fun of it. And now he’s paying the price, and the promises he made you don’t mean anything anymore. How could you? Yeah, yeah, you’re not together, you’re not in love, you’re certainly not chained to one another, but why? 

Iceman of all people.

That’s gotta be a personal fucking vendetta you’ve got against him. 

God, and he really did like you..? By the way..? No matter how many times he told himself he didn’t..? Fuck that. He does. He did. He decided the moment he stepped inside your house. And now all of it is fucking soiled. 

He considers running out, slamming the front door for effect and mounting his Kawasaki and taking a long drive out of here. Giving you the silent treatment the next time he sees you. Maybe finally punching Iceman in the fucking face the second he hears that irritating voice sound out his name in the locker room, just before going on a tangent about aircraft safety and some other bullshit Maverick never pays attention to. 

But he does not move.

And he realizes a little too late how entranced he is at the sight in front of him.

Maverick’s eyes roam, but they settle right at the junction between your legs. His lips part at the sight of Ice’s cock ramming into you. You’re so wet, he can see it pooling with every slippery thrust. The sound of skin on skin brings a heat to Maverick’s cheeks, his own cock twitching in his pants. 

Your moans are loud and repetitive, cries of pleasure he’s heard many times before.

Iceman’s pace is relentless, quick and hard and perfect. Even in the shadows, Maverick is slightly intimidated. 

Maverick doesn’t avert his eyes, lets out a stifled groan at the feel of his hardening cock in his tight jeans. It all worsens when he hears Ice moan, the sound prettier than he’d like to admit. It stirs the desire in him, flushes his entire body in heat. What he would do to be in Ice’s position right now, fucking into you like his life depended on it, sliding in and out of that tight, wet heat over and over. He knows how good you look; he can imagine how good Ice feels fucking into you like this. 

As if on cue, “You like to watch, Mitchell?” that familiar voice sneers at Maverick from behind you. 

Maverick flinches, unintentionally takes a step back, but it’s no use. Ice is hovering over the side of your body, angling his hips to find a better spot. He’s got a shit eating smile on his face, staring right at Maverick, and it’s then that Maverick realizes. 

It wasn’t you. None of this was you. Did… did Iceman know? Did he leave the door open for Maverick to find? He fucking would. And Maverick would get angry again if he wasn’t so turned on out of his mind. 

You continue moaning, in a hazy state of bliss, but your eyes flick over to the doorframe at the sound of Ice’s voice. Maverick stands there, watching with a fiery gaze.

“M—Maverick,” you cry out, an arm absentmindedly reaching out in his direction. Your brows furrowed together, you hope he realizes you’re inviting him in; that just the sight of him almost has you keeling over and letting go. You want him in the room, but he doesn’t budge, remains in the shadows of the hallway, so you moan out again, “Please.”

Ice chuckles behind you, giddy. You’re amazed at how composed he is, how his thrusts haven’t even begun to falter. You’re so close to your orgasm, but he seems to be doing fine still. 

“P–Pete,” you gasp a third time, and then Ice hits a very sensitive spot inside you. “Oh, fuck, Ice!”

The heat of Ice’s body pressed to yours, his tight grip on your torso and the force of his thrusts are dizzying enough, but it’s even beyond that when the door creaks a little wider. Maverick hesitantly steps inside, though his eyes remain glued to you. Leaning against the wall right next to the door, he watches as Ice’s hand clasps around your breast, roughly kneading at it. 

“Knew you liked to watch,” Ice remarks, but he’s not looking at Maverick anymore. His eyelids are lidded in pleasure, lips parted as he nears his own orgasm.

Maverick’s stomach flips at Ice’s words, but he doesn’t respond. He focuses on you and how high pitched your moans sound, knows very well that that’s an indication that you’re cumming soon. 

“Ice,” you sob, your hand reaching for his and then clawing at the skin of it. “I’m gonna cum.”

Ice leans in to press his mouth to your ear, teeth lightly grazing the skin of it. “Cum for me, baby,” he rasps quietly. 

Mouthing at your neck, Ice’s eyes flick over to Maverick again, whose gaze has gotten wider. His entire face is painted crimson, eyes roaming at the sight in front of him, wanting every detail of your incoming release. Are you gonna cum for Ice the way you do for him? Let out that gorgeous sounding moan, long and lengthy when you start to shake? 

You do. 

Maverick bites his lip at the sight and sound, has to palm at his cock through his jeans to ease the ache a bit.

He watches intently as it takes Ice too, his thrusts finally sloppy, his body going slack next to yours. Ice groans out loud against your skin, his grip around your body loosening. 

The sensation breaks your haze, and you throw your head back against the mattress as it sinks in. Finally making eye contact with Maverick and his flushed face, you bite back a smile as you try to figure out how you’re gonna explain the situation to him. Maverick is wondering what he’s gonna do about his fucking hard on. Ice is just sliding out of you with a laugh.

[redfurrycat]

🤠🧒💟🐓Childhood Sweethearts-Friends Fic Recs🐓💟🧒🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Blood_mocha_latte, Dracculaura, Greenstuff, Hangmanbradshaw, Happypuppys, Haridwar, Hugheschierdaddy, Lesbiseresin, Orphan_account, Renai_chan, Stardustsunflower, Whimsicule.

> High School & College/University AU

You Make Me Live by Renai_chan {E}

Once upon a time, Jake met Rooster. Eight years later, he's a freshman at the US Naval Academy, and Bradley Bradshaw comes back into his life. Except, they've both grown up, and with growth, paths diverge.

bombs are falling everywhere (it's heartbreak warfare) by blood_mocha_latte {T}

He doesn’t really remember the first time that he met Jake Seresin. (Or, the childhood friends to enemies to lovers to rivals to lovers we all desire, coupled with angst with a happy ending and a side of icemav)

crickets sing in the fields near by by dracculaura {T}

After the death of his mom, Jake moves in with Bradshaws.

come hell or high water by orphan_account {G}

Bradley Bradshaw, determined to live up to his father's legacy, enlists in the Navy right out of high school, leaving his best friend, who is also probably the love of his life, home with his godfather to finish out high school. He definitely isn't worried about Jake at all. Jake is definitely fine. He definitely isn't worried about that thing that happened at the airport that they never actually spoke about. And he definitely isn't worried about these feelings in his chest that keep threatening to spill out of him. Everything will be fine, right? Or, how Bradley falls in love, finds a home, and remembers how to be happy again.

Always by greenstuff {E}

Jake meets Bradley for the first time when they're eighteen. This is the story about how they fall in love, break up, and then spend years finding their way back to each other. A modern Persuasion, if you squint a bit.

in this world, it's just us (you know it's not the same as it was) by happypuppys {_}

He changes in the bathroom quickly, brushing his teeth and fixing his hair before he walks out, rolling his eyes when Bobby wolf-whistles. “Really objectifying me.” Bradley grabs his phone, and Bobby laughs. “You just look like you need objectifying.” Bobby replies, laughing again when Bradley wrinkles his nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave that to Jake.” “I don’t even like him.” He argues, but even he can hear how much of a lie that it sounds like. or, the story of Jake and Bradley, from childhood to what comes after the mission

change is alright by haridwar {M}

Jake bet fifty-fifty on whether he was going to enjoy this conversation and stepped up to the passenger side door just as the window rolled down. He was greeted with a warm, smiling, moustachioed face which took him off guard. Though Jake didn’t recognise the driver, something about him verged upon familiar. His smile faltered as his gaze flitted over Jake’s face, eyes tightening in a way Jake didn’t want to overanalyse, but it made him seem no less friendly overall. “Where you headed?” “Closest ranch,” Jake replied, trying to keep his tone neutral as he made the snap decision to not identify himself for reasons he would rather not think about. or... little bit of homecoming, whole lot of drama

I’m alright with a slow burn by lesbiseresin {M}

Maverick’s eyes lower to focus on the figure whose head barely reaches Copperhead’s hip, a blonde boy that looks to be around Bradley’s age. “And this must be Jacob.” “Jake,” the boy corrects. He only crosses his arms when Copperhead taps his shoulder in a silent reprimand, but Maverick doesn’t seem to mind. He laughs and exchanges an amused look with Copperhead before moving his hand into a similar grip on Bradley’s shoulder. “Well, Jake. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maverick. This is Bradley.” Bradley blinks owlishly at them both until Maverick nudges him. “Hi.” (alternatively: jake & bradley over the years)

racing ghosts by stardustsunflower {T}

Jake hasn’t seen Bradley in almost two decades, and hasn’t seen Maverick for longer than that. But here they are again, the people he’s supposed to work with to save the country or the world or something, and hopefully not die in the process. Bradley is still just as angry as he was back then, which Jake doesn’t want anything to do with anymore. He got caught up in that mess years ago, and he isn’t about to do it again. Really. He’s staying out of it. So far out of it.

be the ocean where I unravel by whimsicule {T}

He’s not even thirty years old. A lieutenant in the United States Navy. A highly-decorated aviator with two air-to-air kills. And he’s suddenly gone ahead and become scared of the goddamn sea. What a fucking joke.

take me home where we met so many years before by hangmanbradshaw {_}

On the day of Jake and Bradley's wedding, three best friends look back on how they got there. Or the Seresin-Bradshaw guide to laying under the stars through all stages of life

(i'll still look at you) like the stars that shine by hugheschierdaddy {T}

When Jake Seresin was four years old he met Bradley Bradshaw. Jake and Bradley fall in love over the course of their lives, with the tree house present for each big moment.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Hangman and Rooster have run off together from Hangman's wedding, but now Hangman is freaking out about it)

Rooster(walking after Hangman):...Jake, get back in the car! You can't just walk back!

Hangman: Why?!

Rooster:...Bears?

Hangman: My fiance didn't deserve this! And-and your boyfriend? What are we supposed to say to them? My-my parents? MAVERICK AND ICEMAN?

Rooster: Oh, my god. Maverick and Iceman....

Hangman: How do we explain that we just destroyed two perfectly lovely people so that we could... what, date?!

Rooster: Okay, the best solution is never to speak to any of them ever again.

Hangman: Or...?

Rooster: Or - we get married!

Hangman: Because that's EASIER to explain...!

Rooster: No. No, 'cuz you're right, alright? I don't want to just date. Jake, I want the whole damn thing!...We can get to Las Vegas in 13 hours, by car.

Hangman: How do you know that?!

Rooster: Do you want to get into that right now?

Hangman: No.

Rooster: No, you don't want to get into that or, no, you don't want to get married?

Hangman:......Yes. Yes!

[ofstoriesandstardust]

winner takes all

or: How Ice became Rebel’s godfather

like father, like daughter masterlist

warnings: this takes place during the brief time Ice and Mav worked at Top Gun together, a little angsty, Mav doubts if he’s good enough for his daughter but it’s brief, icemav if you squint because i’ve got an agenda

word count: 1.3k

He raps on the door of his co-instructor’s office. "Ice.” 

The blond lifts his head from the paperwork he’s looking over, grinning when he sees him. “Hey Mitchell. Headed out for the day?” 

He nods, taking a tentative step into the room. “Yeah, I just had a quick question for you about my kiddo.” 

Ice chuckles, putting his pen into the holder on the desk. “How’s she doing?” 

Maverick shrugs. “Pretty good. Lost her first tooth yesterday, so we got a visit from the tooth fairy last night.” 

“Good for the little rascal. Well, what’s your question?” 

“Do you want- Well, would you- Would you be her godfather?” 

He finds himself unable to keep Ice’s eyes, falling to the clock behind him as it falls silent in the room. The longer Ice takes to respond, each second ticking by, he scrambles to pull himself together, to apologize for asking, to forget about it-

“What would she need a godfather for? She’s got you.” Ice says, standing up from his desk. He shrugs, averting his gaze to the floor. 

“You know, I just- I just want to know that if something happens to me-”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you.” Ice says firmly, a finality in his tone he usually can’t argue with. 

He continues on like Ice didn’t say anything. “-and I don’t come back down, she’s got someone on the ground to take care of her and I can’t really put that kind of ask on Carole, not after-” He stops, swallowing. “Well, she loves you anyways, so you felt like the obvious choice.” 

“Where’s her mother? She shouldn’t she be around for this kind of thing?” He says with a wave of his hand. 

That earns Ice his gaze, scowling as he raises his head. “I hope Natalie never comes back into the picture, because if she does it’s going to be because she’s trying to take my daughter from me.” 

Ice is silent again and Maverick watches the minutes tick by, growing more uncomfortable with the time that passes every second. 

“Look, don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything, you don’t even have to- to think about it.” He pauses as his eyes flicker back to Ice, the tall man frowning. “Actually, forget I asked.” 

-

The doorbell rings. 

“Brad, that’s Ice, would you go grab it?” He asks, the vegetables sizzling on the stove. The boy nods, slipping off the chair, Hardy Boys book in hand. It’s only a few more minutes before Ice appears in the kitchen doorway, Bradley’s nose still tucked into his book. 

“Guess, I’m not worth saying hi to anymore.” He chuckles. 

Maverick shakes his head. “Don’t mind him, he’s had his head in that thing since we left the library this afternoon.” 

“Uncle Icee!” His kid screeches and Ice turns, barely catching the toddler barricading into his knee. Ice reaches down, picking her up as a wide grin spreads across his face. 

“Hi kiddo. You’re awfully dirty.” He glances up from the food on the stove to see his kid covered in dirt. Her hands, which look oddly sticky, make messy work of pushing her hair out of her face. 

“Playing pirate outside with Batman.” He hears the dog in question come in through the sliding glass door of the Bradshaw home, Carole following. She appears in the kitchen doorway a moment later. 

“Hi Tom.” She says, offering him a warm smile. 

“Hi Carole. How are you?” 

“Good. Mav, you're burning the broccoli. Move.” She grabs the spatula out of his hand, nudging him away from the stove and he follows, leaning up against the opposite countertop as Ice watches his kid chatter excitedly, an enthusiastic smile on his face he nods along. 

As Carole finishes the food, his daughter tugs Ice to the table, demanding he sit right next to her. 

He quietly observes the way Ice goes willingly, the way Ice listens to everything she has to say, and even eats the broccoli off her plate so she doesn’t have to. 

“He give you an answer yet?” Carole whispers as they watch their kids help Ice clean up dinner, Ice insisting he do the dishes since they cooked for him. 

He shakes his head. “I wish he would. He’d be good for her.” 

Carole sighs, looking at him. “Not any better than you are for her, Mav.” He shrugs and Carole sighs again. “Oh c’mon Mav, that girl loves you and she would be lost without you.”

He tilts his head, conceding to her words. “She needs someone who can look after her and I can’t give her that. You know I don’t want to stay at Miramar-” 

“Mom! Can we have a sleepover?” Bradley asks as Ice lifts him up to sit on the counter next to his daughter. “Please! Tt’s Saturday and I want to stay up watching Scooby Doo cartons.” 

Carole shrugs. “Up to Mav.”

He sighs, shooting the woman a glare. “Why do I have to be the bad guy?” 

“Dad!” His daughter whines, pouting. He sighs as Ice chuckles, all knowing he folds anytime she makes those eyes at him. 

“Honey, you’re filthy.” 

She shrugs. “So?”

“So I’m not going to let you dirty up Carole’s house. Plus, I’m sure Ice wants to get out here.” 

“Don’t drag me into this Mitchell.” Ice says, pointing a soapy fork at him. 

“How about this? We go home and get you a bath and next Saturday you and Brad can have a sleepover then?” 

His daughter sighs, crossing her arms. “Fineee.”

-

There’s a sharp knock on his office door. “Mitchell.” 

He glances up from the box he’s packing. “Hey Ice.” 

“Hear you’re leaving.” 

He shrugs, avoiding eye contact with the man. “You know how it is, head in the clouds, all that.”

“I’ll do it.” 

He pauses, toy airplane Bradley had given him sitting heavy in his hand. “Do what?” 

“I’ll be her godfather.” 

He shakes his head, setting the plane down in the box. “You don’t gotta do that just cause I’m leaving Ice. She’s in good hands, Carole’s watching her. Bradley’s thrilled.” 

“You’re right that she needs someone on the ground looking out for her.” 

He shrugs, setting the lid on top of the box. “It’s still a huge ask. I shouldn’t have asked that of you.” 

“Do you not want me to be her godfather?” Ice says with a frown. 

He’s quiet for a moment, eyes remaining on the wooden desk. Finally, he sighs. “You’re good for her Ice. And she loves you so much.” 

“Maverick, I adore your daughter and I have ever since she dubbed me Uncle Icee at Goose’s funeral.” Ice takes a tentative step into the room. “But I am not her father and I would never take that from you.” 

“I know.” 

Because he does, knows Ice loves his kid, loves Bradley, but he would never overstep. 

But sometimes he wishes he would. Overstep, fight him for his daughter, because Lord knows Ice could give everything he can’t to his daughter. 

“Maverick, raising a kid isn’t just about being the best parent all of time. It's about doing right by your kids, making sure they’re growing up happy and loved and safe.” Ice takes another step closer to him. “Is she happy?” 

“She is.” 

“Is she safe?” 

“Of course.” 

“Is she loved?”

“Absolutely.” 

“Then you’re doing enough for your kid.” 

He gives the man a watery chuckle. “When’d you get so smart about all this parenting shit, huh?” 

Ice claps him on the back. “Gotta stay single to impart all my wisdom on to you.” Ice sighs, his hand falling from his back. “I’ll be her godfather on the condition that you do right by your kid in always coming home.” Ice fixes him with a stare. “Your daughter deserves to grow up with her father. Don’t lose yourself so much up there that you don’t come back down here.” 

Ice’s words stay with him the rest of his life. 

[topgunreacts]

The IceMav omegaverse continues to get even gayer--but will MAVERICK REALIZE

excerpt from chapter 14

After taking a moment to collect himself, Maverick called the personnel office to apologize anyway. It seemed like the professional thing to do. But they told Maverick not to worry about sleeping in. Everyone had been expecting this as a possibility, apparently. Lots of people crashed after a good heat, especially the first few good ones. Even the aces and legends slept through alarms on occasion. That wasn’t something a person could get trained not to do; some biological consequences were simply too fundamental to mitigate. Later on, if Ice added more members to his squadron and synthesized with them as well, those pilots would feel compelled to watch over Ice and Maverick during this especially vulnerable time, to ensure that the primary couple would survive safe and sound until the next heat. For now, the secretary said, the simple confines of the home would do as protection. 

“Get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll expect you and Iceman tomorrow.” 

Maverick thanked the secretary, hung up, and stared at the phone for a while, willing his mind to accelerate to rut-level speed without success. He’d been awake for less than five minutes, but already he missed the feeling of omniscience the rut had provided. Under its influence, every one of Maverick’s thoughts had been efficient and crisp, as sharp as a razor fresh from the pack—a far cry from the way he felt now: sluggish, indecisive, stupid. Next to him on the bed, Ice finally stirred. He stretched, yawned, and lifted himself up on one elbow to peer around Maverick’s body at the clock on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong with me?” Maverick asked him. “I’m so slow.” He flexed his hands in front of his face, and realized he could no longer count the ridges of his fingerprints.

“Nothing's wrong with you,” Ice said groggily, squinting at the time. The late hour did not appear to bother him at all, but then again, Maverick supposed, he was accustomed to this sort of thing. “This is how you normally feel when you’re not in rut. By tomorrow you’ll be used to it again.”

Maverick grunted, and picked up his first completed friendship bracelet from off of the nightstand. The progression of skill from utter novice to adequately skilled novice could be seen in the loops themselves, which went from loose and halting on one end to somewhat-tidy on the other. A few others from the pile appeared to his eye completely flawless, both sides a perfect mirror of one another, with not a frayed thread or loop out of place. Maverick marveled at them for a while, and then put them back on the nightstand. And then he looked at Ice, who hadn’t moved an inch since the phone call. They stared at one another. It was, Maverick realized, his first time seeing Ice without the filter of the rut in over six days. And then he realized something else. Something important. A memory came to him, unbidden, from his time in rut. Then came several more. They were mostly fuzzy with the details, but one thing in particular had not dulled with time: each of those memories carried with them a feeling: a strong, undeniable and distinctly carnal desire. One that Maverick had gleefully, shamelessly, repeatedly acted upon.

It didn’t seem real. And yet, it was real. It had happened. Maverick had kissed Ice. He’d kissed Ice several times. And he’d rolled around in bed with him, too, popping a boner about it and everything. And he’d loved it.

more at the link

[elwenyere]

sun/sunlight/sunny for the word game?

Thank you for the excellent word selection, Serie, my friend!!! The result was devastating, which I hope you will enjoy. <3<3<3 From the Icemav WIP, "Separation":

Sun

If that’s any part of why Ice blows hop 31 - why he’s squinting into the sun as the jet carrying Maverick and Goose flat-spins out to sea like a badly skipped stone - Ice will never know for sure.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Can't You Come Home? - Whumptober2023

I'll take one final step, all you have to do is make me - Can't you see you're lost without me

It's Carole's funeral and Bradley misses her more than anything.

For day 19 (and 10) of @whumptober . Also on AO3.

Words: 650

Birds tweeted in the background. The sky was an endless blue and summer was setting in. Texas summers were always hotter than hell, humid and sticky. His collar was glued to his neck, his shirt was wet against his skin. He’d been wanting to rip it off for hours but now he was alone in the graveyard, he didn’t know what to do. 

This suit felt too big on him, yet also too small. He kept thinking the ground was going to swallow him, like he was slipping under just a little. His head was going, distance spreading between him and the world around him. What he needed right now was a hug from his mum. Too bad she was six feet under.

The flowers by her gravestone spelt out ‘Mom’ in her favourite flowers. At his feet was compact dirt from where they’d buried her. It was still fresh. The grave, the flowers, her death.

He’d cried so much over the past fews weeks that he didn’t think he had any left. Something within him was on the verge, he’d cried the tears and now the ground was cracking from drought. He wanted to destroy those flowers, the bouquets back in the church, wanted to rip it all apart because it wasn’t fair. He’d lost his dad, now his mum and all he wanted was for things to stop, for everyone to go away so he could possibly hear them talking to him. 

“Why did you have to go?” He said, his voice raw. “You said you’d never leave.”

That broke him. He thought the tears had stopped but the thick feeling in his throat couldn’t be denied. A sharp feeling shot throigh his nostrils as tears welled up and overflowed. They began to cover his face, making it slimy and wet as he wiped them away with the cuff of his blazer. His tie was undone around his neck, he hated formalware like this, you only ever wore it at uncomfortable situations. 

“I need you here, I need my mom,”

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as snot flowed out of his nose. He hiccuped as he couldn’t hold back the tears he didn’t know he had. An urge to crawl into the ground, to curl around her like he had done the past few months every night, like he still did despite her not being in that bed anymore. He was cradling her blanket every chance he could get. 

“I miss you.”

If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear her talking. He knew it was just in his head but maybe if he really really tried, closed his eyes and screwed them really tight, he could hear her, feel her next to him like she’d been on his dad’s funeral. 

“I’m right here,” she whispered on the wind. “Just listen.”

It didn’t make him stop crying, in fact it made the tears flow harder. But he needed to hear her, needed something to stop the anger that was flowing out even if it was all in his head. She was always good at that, not stifling his emotions but chanelling them, helping him make sense of them. 

Rain began to fall. The wind picked up, wiping the tears off his face, driving the stickiness off him as his mother’s words rippled around him. The petals of the flowers picked up around him, swirling and if he squinted he could almost see her, almost picture the way she’d smile and hold him so close that it made everything feel better. 

As the first few drops fell on his head, he didn’t smile but he felt the anger soothe and lower. She wasn’t here, not really, but if he breathed in the scent of the rain and listened to the wind. She almost was. It was as close as he was going to get.

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Poor baby :( Just needs a hug from his mum :( This adds to my idea that even if icemav got to raise Bradley for a bit (a headcanon that isn't my favourite as I don't generally ship Icemav that much) then it wouldn't be a great fun time, they'd get an angry, hurt kid who just misses his parents in a way that probably only Mav would relate to. Also this could be interpreted as Bradley seeing ghosts, which is a fic I really want to write someday. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

[collect-ivision]

Rewatched Top Gun and came to the obvious and inevitable conclusion that Take My Breath Away is for anything het and Danger Zone is for everything queer.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Rooster

Hangman

Bob

Phoenix

Fanboy

🌟= new post

🤕= Whump 😥 = Angst 😘= Fluff/ Relationship

✍= reader insert ✉️ = ask/ request

Main Masterlist

Dagger Squad/Miscellaneous:

Fics:

The Bet (Dagger Squad x Reader) 😘 ✍

Ice Cold (Kazansky!reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Treading Water (Toddler!Rooster & Maverick) 😥

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Rooster & Maverick as Family) 😥 😘

Maybe (Hondo & Maverick as close friends) 😥

Another Year, Another Chance (Rooster x Hangman)

You Look Down, They Know You're Lying (Part One) (Rooster x Hangman)

🌟The Middle of Nowhere (dark!Rooster & dark!Hangman & Reader) ���� 😥 ✍

🌟For What You've Done (Past!Hangman x Reader; Present!Rooster x Reader) 🤕 😥 😘 ✍

🌟Stay (Part 1) (Hangman x Bob) 🤕 😥 😘

🌟Stay (Part 2) (Hangman x Bob) 😥 😘

Drabbles:

Aftermath (Dagger Squad x Reader) 😘 ✍

Juice (Floydsin) 😘

Meeting the Master (Hangster; IceMav if you squint) 😘

Last Days (Maverick x Iceman)

Sweet Sunsets (Vampire!Coyote x Reader)

HCs:

Dagger Squad Ugly Christmas Sweaters HC

Phoenix & Rooster HC

Random Detail HC for Each Dagger

Fics:

Old Friends (Rooster x Mitchell!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Poor Timing (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Ready When You Are (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Fight Through the Pain (Part 1, Part 2) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I'll Come Back (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Livewire (Part 1) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Hold My Hand (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Time (Part 1) (Rooster x Kazansky!Reader)😘 😥 ✍

Come Home (Part 1) (Rooster x Pregnant!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Happy Birthday, Rooster! (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

A Ghost From the Past (Part One) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

A Ghost From the Past (Part Two) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Mayday, Mayday (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

My Fault (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Secret Santa (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Nevermore (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

A Very Dangerous Game

One Last Time Around

HC:

Rooster x sick!reader HC

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

At Long Last (Hangman x Reader) 😘 ✍

Worth the Wait (Part 1) (Hangman x Bradshaw!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Adrenaline (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Too Much (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Zipper (Part One) (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Zipper (Part Two) (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

No Words (Extended Edition) (Hangman x Reader Soulmate AU) 😘 ✍

Some more No Words HCs

Make Me Forget (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I'll Be Home for Christmas (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

In Your Time of Need (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

No One Deserves This (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Last Kiss (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 🤕 ✍

Somewhere Out There Is Somebody Masterlist (Hangman x Reader Soulmate AU) 😘 ✍

Jake's Destiny (Hangman x Stripper!Reader series)

The One Rule (Cheater!Hangman x Wife!reader) 😘 😥 ✍

🌟Drink With Me (Hangman x Reader; eventual Vampire!reader, vampire AU) 😘 😥 🤕 ✍

🌟I've Got You (Hangman x Reader) 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

I Won't Say I'm in Love

Never Lost

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Waiting for Someone (Bob x Reader) 😘 ✍

A Mistake (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I Thought I Lost You (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The Accident (Part One) (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The Accident (Part Two) (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

From the One Who Loves You 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

No Laughing Matter (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader) 😘 🤕 ✍

In Another Life (Miles Miller x Reader; Bob x Reader - soulmate AU where Miles and Bob are the same soul) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

Perfect

Forgotten

Brighter than the Sun (former Hangman x Reader; current Bob x Reader)

She's Imperfect But She Tries

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Out of the Closet (Phoenix x Mitchell!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

Beach Waves and Babes

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Bravery (Fanboy x Reader) 😘 ✍

The Life I Didn't Know (Fanboy x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

..... More Coming Soon!

Gifs:

Great Balls of Fire (Rooster Dancing)

Great Balls of Fire (Bob)

Bob Doesn't Drink