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[rainbowsuitcase]

Bilingual Ice, my beloved. Translating Polish idioms word for word, randomly switching languages when he's tired around people he feels comfortable with, calling things Polish terms because they fit better, and getting frustrated when no one understands and there's not a good enough English equivalent.

Slider has known him long enough that he understands what he's trying to say and just nods along, he basically has A1 level Polish at this point, and he's helping Mav learn all the Ice-isms.

Ice who swears in Polish when the situation really calls for it. One time, a lieutenant walked to his office and overheard him muttering God knows what - didn't understand a word, only that it sounded so fucking angry that he figured his request can wait.

Ice who, as is the age old curse, forgets words sometimes, and Mav would never dare make fun of him for it, unless he's really desperate for something to deflect with.

Like when Ice is yet again lecturing him on how he should drive his own damn bike, except this time it's kind of different, because Ice sounds genuinely worried, more than before, and it's a hell of lot harder to just dismiss him.

But then Ice shuts up in the middle of a sentence. He's taken a quick breath to continue angrily, says, "You need-!" and then nothing. He opens his mouth on a word that isn't coming and Mav really needs a way out of here, so he dares to smile.

"I need to what?"

"Odpierdol się," Ice mutters, which is a phrase Mav is more than familiar with. Fuck off.

A saving grace, for both of them, probably, comes in the form of Slider casually strolling through the door. He lifts an eyebrow at the two of them standing in the middle of the room, and Ice huffs as he gives up on trying to remember the word he wants on his own.

"Slider," he says, still somehow keeping up the exasperated tone he was using on Mav. "Kask."

Slider grins wide. "He's yelling at you to wear a helmet again, huh?"

Ice throws his hands up. "He might not be so lucky the next time he crashes!"

"You crashed?"

Oh no, this is not working out the way Mav wanted it to, at all. "I didn't!" he tries to defend himself. "I just got scraped!"

"You fell off the bike!" Ice reminds him rudely. "You need to wear- the goddamn thing!"

Mav grabs onto the slightest hesitation in his voice like a drowning man scrambling for the last inch of the rope. "You mean the helmet?"

"Yes! The fucking helmet!"

Mav looks to Slider for help, truly a last ditch attempt, but he just shakes his head. "You really should, you know."

[knee-high-boots]

the final act of tgm is something so special to me

1. mav running a fucking MILE through SNOW just to shove rooster. he doesn’t even check to see if he’s really ok, just BAM

2. “we don’t even know if that bag of ass can fly”

3. mav trying to teach rooster how to get the plane in the air, like he knows a n y t h i n g

4. *thonk* “why are the wings coming out mav.”

5. just every line from rooster is absolute gold, he’s such a sarcastic asshole when he’s not being angsty as hell

6. how did they get off that taxiway?? most definitely impossible??

7. *iconic top gun ~dong~* “maverick.”

8. “there’s 300 breakers back here, anything more specific?” “idk that was your dad’s department” “i’ll figure it out” YES YOU WILL! GOOD JOB!! SELF CONFIDENCE ROOSTER!! don’t mind me crying over here, i still refuse to watch the original bc i don’t want to watch goose die but YOU GO!

9. rooster and mav waving at enemy planes like absolute FOOLS

10. i love watching planes spine and do weird shit, yay planes!!

11. “what the FUCK was that?!?!”

12. “c’mon mav, do some of that pilot shit!” as if rooster is not, himself, a pilot

13. rooster, floating, “HOLY SHIT” your honor i love him!

14. how did we go from snowy mountains to rolling green hills? have we been here for 3 months??

15. hangman managing to hit both the plane and the missile at the same time? dare i say hot?

16. mav doing a flyby cause he’s a dick

17. “please don’t tell me we lost an engine.”“alright. i won’t tell you that”

18. why are they always so goddamn sweaty??

19. lady gaga’s “hold my hand” save me lady gaga’s “hold my hand” 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

20. oh my god just tell your surrogate son/father that you love him!! it’s not that hard you’re just stubborn!!

honorable mention 21. i want rooster and amelia to have a cute little sibling relationship! please!

honorable mention 22. the sexiest part about this movie is the porsche penny is standing on at the end

in conclusion, tgm is blatant propaganda for the u.s. military, and while it works to make me love sexy men flying sexy planes, i still believe we’re giving FAR too much money to the military and have a passionate hate for the government!! tom cruise is also really weird and scientologists can actually suck so much dick!! but thanks tom cruise (i guess) for giving us miles teller with a mustache and glen powell as a lovable asshole!

[paxdracona]

Time for some sketches~ Mav seeking some comfort with a non-related bat lurking omniously in the distance; a seal daydreaming about lunch and because i recently adopted 2 separate second hand bettas and im nothing if not fond of self indulgence:

Ice seeing a runty small betta with a gorgeous green sheen and a badly damaged fin and STILL the little shit is trying to fight fish twice his size. Now, normally, Ice wouldn't even have thought about it but Mav had been deployed for over 3 months already and he was feeling kinda delicate, okay. Mav comes home to a lavishly decorated tank in the livingroom with an uppity fish that starts flaring as soon as Ice's attention leaves him in favor of Mav. (Maverick doesn't want to know how Ice managed to get a mini replica of the P51 to put in the tank. The fish loves it and is often lounging in the cockpit.) Mav is bemused but ultimately becomes fond of the fish, even if only because Ice so obviously loves the showy little critter.

[ride-em-cowboy]

The Doctor, The Pilot and The Little Girl - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

As always, tagging my ride or die @robertsfloyd 💕

“How did my favourite girl get on?” Nat’s voice came through the speaker as Bradley made his way back home, Lucy dozing in the back after a busy morning.

“Doc says she’s doing better, no signs of it turning into pneumonia and she’s out of the woods for now.”

“And how’re you?”

Silence.

“Rooster, I meant it when I said I can help out, besides me and Lu haven’t had a girls only sleepover for a while.”

“I’m fine, just exhausted. She’s been up coughing or with a fever most nights for the last week, just need an early night.”

“Mav already told me to tell you not to come in today. Said you looked like shit yesterday and he doesn’t want you spreading germs.”

“I told him-”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Anyway, I don’t wanna get sick either so stay away until you're germ free.”

“Yeah. Love you too,” he replied before ending the call.

He ran into the pharmacy on the way home, stocked up on a few bits for Lucy that they’d used while she’d been ill and filled the scripts. Not that he’d be needing it, no. He wasn’t sick. He just needed a good shower and an early night.

As soon as they were home he got Lucy a snack and set himself down on the sofa. “Alright Goosey, daddy’s home for another day so what movie do you wanna watch?”

“Barbie as ‘punzel?” She asked. He nodded, setting it up on the TV. He’d have to think of a way to get back at Nat for showing her every single Barbie movie ever made, but if his girl was happy. He’d be happy. Besides, if it kept her happy long enough for him to get some sleep then Barbie as Rapunzel it was.

-

Jake was just finishing up some patient notes for the day when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He looked at the screen, not recognising the number but picked it up anyway.

“Hello?”

All Jake heard in response was a tiny sniff.

“Hello? Is everything okay?”

“Doctor Jake?”

“Yeah, this is Doctor Jake. Who’s this?”

“I-it’s Lucy.”

“Hey Lucy, does your daddy know you’ve got his phone?”

“Papa won’t wake up. H-he’s on the floor and I tried shaking him but he won’t wake up.”

Jake’s blood ran cold, but he forced himself to stay calm for Lucy’s sake. “Okay Lucy, are you at home?”

“Yeah,” she whimpered.

“Good. I need you to be brave for me, okay? Can you tell me if your daddy’s breathing? Is his chest moving up and down?”

“It’s noisy. Like when he sleeps but he’s not waking up.”

“Lucy, sweetheart, can you put the phone by your daddy’s chest so I can hear?”

There was a shuffling sound before the faint sound of laboured and wheezing breaths crackled through the line. ‘Shit,’ Jake’s stomach twisted.

“Good girl, Lucy. Now I need you to be real brave, alright. Can you tell me your address?”

“My door number is 5 because that’s how old I am but I don’t know any more.”

“That’s okay Lucy. Can you unlock the door for me and then stay next to your papa. I’m on my way.”

Jake quickly looked up their patient details on his computer, scribbling down their address before he bolted out of the clinic's doors. He drove quickly, running more than one stop sign on his way.

“Lucy?” He called as he opened the front door.

“Doctor Jake!” She cried as she slammed into his leg, holding on like her life depended on it.

“Where’s your papa, Lucy?”

She pointed to the living room as she led him holding his fingers and dragged him along. Bradley was on the floor, deathly pale. Jake dropped to his knees, turning the man onto his back so he could get a better look at him.

“Bradley, can you hear me?” He asked as he gently shook the man’s shoulders. He could see the sheen of sweat that covered his brow. He pressed his fingers to his neck, relieved to feel his pulse thumping away beneath his fingers despite how rapid it was.

He rubbed his knuckles on the man’s chest, trying his best to rouse him, “come on, Bradshaw. Open those eyes for me.”

He let out a moan.

“Come on, big guy,” he repeated.

He blinked sluggishly, his glassy eyed gaze landing on him, “-ake?”

“Got one hell of a fever going there. Guess you haven’t been taking that medicine.”

“-m,” he began but Jake cut him off.

“You’re not fine, Bradley.”

He held out a hand for him, easily pulling him up into a seated position with a hand on his back. He helped prop him up against the sofa, sure he wasn’t going to keel over again before he pulled his bag closer.

“Dr Lucy, think you can help me and your papa out?”

She wiped away the tears from her cheeks and sniffed but nodded as she came closer.

“Good girl,” Jake praised, “now I need you to find my stethoscope and thermometer.”

She dug through the bag, easily finding the stethoscope and handing it to him. Jake wrapped it around his neck professionally and held out his hand for the thermometer. As soon as it was in his hand he swiped it along his forehead. The device beeped angrily in his hand “Jesus Bradshaw. 103.”

“Lucy, sweetheart, come hold papa’s hand for a minute while I go grab him some water.”

She quickly moved into his space, holding onto her dad’s hand like her life depended on it. “It’s okay papa. Doctor Jake is gonna make you better like he made me better.”

He sleepily smiled at her before his eyes fluttered closed.

He jerked awake as a little finger poked at his side, “Doctor Jake said no sleepin’.”

Jake was back a moment later, a clean dish towel over his shoulder and a cup and bowl of cold water. He dunked the washcloth in the bowl and rang it out before handing it back to Lucy. “Doctor Lucy, can you hold this over your papa’s head? Help cool him down a little while I check him over?”

She nodded, her expression very serious, “yes, Doctor Jake.” She stood by his side, her little hand holding it in place.

Bradley let out a sigh, relaxing a little as the coolness of the washcloth soothing the raging fever. “Just gonna take a listen here,” Jake explained as he placed his stethoscope in his ears and held the diaphragm to Bradley’s chest. His heart rate was definitely too fast but not dangerously so and his breathing sounded congested, but again it could be worse.

He glanced to Lucy who was still holding the cold compress to her dad’s head and watching his every move with wide tear filled eyes.

“What do you think Doctor Lucy, think I need a second opinion.”

He placed the stethoscope in her ears, much too large for her little head, but she’d be able to listen. She leaned in closer, “woah. That sounds really fast. You’re very sick papa.”

“I agree, Doctor Lucy.” Jake took the stethoscope out of her ears and rang out the towel once more and wiped along the other man’s head and neck. Thankfully Bradley was coming round a little now they’d cooled him off a little.

“Think you can open up and take some medicine for me?”

He opened his mouth and let Jake pop two pills into his mouth and carefully tipped the bottle and helped him to take a few sips.

They sat for a few more minutes, Lucy anxiously watching and Jake giving Bradley sips of water until he felt a little more human. “Alright big guy, think we can get you upstairs to get some rest?”

He nodded and croaked out a soft, “yeah.”

“You stay here with Mr Bear for a minute Luce,” Jake told told her.

He kept one hand on the pulse in his wrist as he helped Bradley stand up, making sure he wasn’t going to faint on him before the pair started their journey upstairs and towards his bedroom. He got him settled on top of the covers, not wanting to worsen his fever before he ran to the bathroom to replace the cold compress and check his pulse once more.

“Is Lucy okay?” He asked weakly as he made a move to sit up.

Jake pushed him down gently with a hand on his shoulder. “She’s okay. Just rest.”

As soon as his head hit the pillow all the fight left him and his eyes fluttered shut.

It would be an odd thing for a doctor to be wondering what his patient's dad’s bedroom looked like, but it was exactly how he expected it to be. Everything had its place, the bed perfectly made, a few home comforts around on the dresser and drawers. A few picture frames showed Bradley in full uniform with a few others with wide smiles as they had their arms around each other's shoulders. There was an older photo showing two men in similar uniforms, hugging each other. On his bedside table there were two more photos. One showed a couple, a blonde woman holding onto a small child with the same man from the other photo. The other was bradley sitting in a hospital chair with the smallest baby laying on his bare chest. Lucy. She was more wires than baby and he couldn’t help but smile at the proud grin spread on Bradley’s face, his hand protectively holding the baby in place.

As soon as he was sure Bradley was settled, Jake turned off the lights and made his way downstairs where Lucy was waiting, Mr. Bear clutched in her hands. “Alright, Miss Lucy, do you have anyone we can call to come and take care of you while your papa is resting?”

Lucy paused for a minute, “Well there’s auntie Nat, but she is busy flying planes and she doesn’t like sneezes. Then there’s uncle Mav, but he’s busy flying planes too and daddy doesn’t always trust him.”

Jake let out a sigh then turned back to Lucy, “well it looks like I’m gonna have to stay, is that okay with you? But we should let your auntie Nat know first just in case.”

The conversation with Nat went surprisingly well. Jake found out that Lucy had told auntie not all about him and his sticker collection, and how he loved Mr Bear, ending with the threat of ‘if you hurt my little niece I’ll come for you, Dr. Jake.’ There may have also been some name-calling and talks about Bradley being a stubborn bastard but that would stay between the pair of them.

As soon as he hung up the phone he turned back to Lucy. “So Miss Lucy, what should we do until papa wakes up?”

[otgo-brooklyn]

Big Brother Slider, the true Mom Friend™

So we all have that friend, who is 100% the mom friend. And listen, are both Slider and Ice little shits of their own devices? Yes, but i'd say that Ice can be a solid Mom friend, when needed. BUT, when with Slider it just goes out of the window, and pair that with Big Brother!Slider, and you have one hell of a head cannon there.

Every time that they go to the bar, Slider doesn't even leave Ice's side, guards his drink like a feral dog, and rounds Ice up when it's time to go home

Stops Ice from having fun recklessly endangering himself

Once at the bar Ice was on his 5th Whiskey sour before a table sent over 3 shots of tequila, Ice smiled and brought one up to toast, and using his mom senses common sense, Slider abandons his chat with Goose and is at Ice's side in about 3.5 seconds saying "no no no no" takes the shots and whiskey sours out of his hand and drags Ice home

Nearly had an aneurism when he found out Ice let someone else (Goose) drive him somewhere

"YOU LET SOMEONE DRIVE YOU? WHAT IF THEY WERE TRYING TO KIDNAP YOU? KIDNAP THEN KILL YOU!? YOU KNOW PEOPLE HAVE A THING FOR YOUNG BLONDES" "WE WERE BOTH GOING BACK TO BASE, AND IM 24" "SO?? YOU'RE PRACTICALLY A BABY" "IT WAS GOOSE! AND YOU'RE ONLY A COUPLE YEARS OLDER THAN ME" "AND?? HE HAS A MUSTACHE! YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'D TRUST SOMEONE WITH A MUSTACHE??" "YOU WERE IN THE CAR WITH ME!" "SO??"

Slider always, ALWAYS has snacks and Capri-Suns on his person incase Ice gets hungry

It's like clockwork, every time Ice starts to get hungry, hangry, cranky etc. Slider is there handing over a Capri-Sun and some carrot sticks or apple slices

"Well maybe if you didn-" Ice starts before being interrupted by Slider shoving an apple slice into his mouth mid sentence, and stopping what seems to be the next arguing match between him and Maverick in it's tracks. Ice just glowers at Slider with a pout and starts chewing on his apple slice. "I told you not to skip breakfast, now you're gonna be cranky" "Bite m-" and once more Ice is silenced with an apple slice, as Goose and Mav along with the rest of the flyboys watch on in fascinated horror as Ice's temper is swiftly and expertly derailed by Slider and his apple slices. When they're finished Slider promptly procured a Capri-Sun from somewhere and quickly shoved it within Ice's hands before he had a chance to protest. "No" Ice said looking at Slider "Drink it" "No" "Ice" "I don't want to, so im not" "Toma Mikhailovich so help me god" Slider starts, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Ice just huffs and starts to drink. The flyboys never recovered from this.

Once when filing paperwork Ice got a paper cut, as people do, and the cut is small but the tiniest, tiniest, itty bitty drop of blood wells forward and Slider already has a portable First Aid kit spread out on the desk, Neosporin on a bandaid before being wrapped around Ice's finger and Ice doesn't even blink

It's a whole 10 second ordeal and they just continue on with their lives like nothing happened

Ice coughed once after accidentally being caught out in the rain and Slider straight up commandeers the kitchen to make more soup than Ice could ever possibly consume fully convinced Ice is coming down with something

Admittedly, Ice did in fact get the flu, but Slider was too concerned to say "I told you so"

Despite everything, Slider and Ice (platonically) love each other, and Slider is 100% the mom friend between the two of them

If I forgot anything feel free to tell me!

[callsign-dexter]

First Huge Fight Pt. 1

Part of Our Little Girl Universe or it can be read alone.

Summary: Jake and Y/N have their first big fight. Hurtful things are said and regretted. Can they make up before it is too late? Or will the Seresin-Bradshaw household be turned upside down?

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, wrist grabbing, bruising, blood, car crash, inaccurate medical talk, fighting, swearing. (PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!)

Masterlist

Our Little Girl

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

3 days before- Monday 6:07 PM

The Bradshaw-Seresin family, the Bradshaws, and the Kazansky-Mitchells were at dinner. This was a traditional family get-together. They all gather at the Kazansky-Mitchell household, each week it changes. Everyone was enjoying a good meal that they all contributed to. Friendly chatter was going back and forth. 

"I have a game this Friday. I was hoping you all would be able to make it." Y/N said in a happy go lucky voice. She knew they had busy lives but if they made a promise they usually kept it.

"Of course, we'll be there Chick! Your grandma and I wouldn't miss it for anything." Goose said with an equally happy voice. 

"Sunshine of course we're going to be there." Mav said and Ice nodded his head agreeing.

"Sweets, you know your dad and I will be there! We love watching you play!" Jake said.

"Pops do you promise to be there?" She asked knowing how busy he can get.

"Yes, Darling. I promise." Jake replies to her while looking at her with a smile.

"What time is it again?" Bradley asked just wanting to make sure.

"7 PM." She said looking at him with excited eyes.

Present- Thursday 6 PM

"I have a meeting tomorrow at 6 PM so I won't be home until late.” Jake said as he took a bite of his pot roast that Bradley threw into the crock pot before heading to work that morning, Y/N stopped eating and so did Bradley.

“Tomorrow as in Friday? Are you sure it’s this Friday?” Bradley asked knowing that Y/N had a game that day. Jake stops eating and looks at him.

“Yea it’s this Friday.” Jake said confused

“I have a game at 7 that night.” Y/N said a little heartbroken. Bradley looked at her and it broke his heart. He hated seeing her cry or get upset. It hits Jake full force.

“Aw, shit. It is isn't?” Both of the other occupants nodded their heads while he brought his hand up to his face to rub it and run it through his hair. “Well the meeting is at 6 PM, I can go to it and get to the field on time.” He said, sounding sure of himself.

“Jake, her game is at 7 and your meeting is at 6 and you know how long those meetings take. You’ll never get to the field on time.” Bradley says coming to defend his daughter.

“Would you just lay off of me for a second? I forgot about the game.” he replied angrily at Bradley.

“How could you forget? Are you stupid? It’s on the calendar on the fridge and everyone has been talking about it including Warlock. You promised!” Y/N said getting upset that her Pops had forgotten about her game. He never forgets about one.

“Y/N/N this meeting is very important to your Pops. Your dad can record the game and we can watch it later.” everything he was saying was just making her angry.

“What about me and my game, isn’t that important to you?” she asked, getting upset and Bradley could sense but knew to stay out of it and jump in when needed.

“Yes, Darling that’s even more important to me.” he replied getting frustrated but he needed to go to this meeting.

“Then don’t go to the stupid meeting.” she knew it wasn't stupid but she was angry and saying what was coming to her mind right then and there. Bradley could feel the tension between both of them but he supposes a fight like this was bound to happen, they were both too much alike and so stubborn.

“That’s enough young lady.” he said pointing a finger at her and getting to his boiling point. 

“You know what? Don’t come to my game. Go to your stupid meeting that is more important to you than me.” she said getting up from the table and storming off up the stairs to her room. Jake got up and started to follow her, leaving Bradley sitting at the table.

“Hey where are you going?” she stops briefly 

“I don’t want to be around you! I don’t want you to come to my game!” she yelled and continued up the stairs.

“Oh come on Sweets, you’re important to me and so is the game.” he said stopping at the end of the stairs and her in the middle. She huffed and turned around and he followed.

“Y/N, come back here. We’re not done talking.” he yelled, raising his voice. Meanwhile, Bradley had pushed his plate back and had his head on his arms trying to block it out since he hated when his little family fought.

“No! You can’t tell me what to do! I don’t have to listen to you!” Y/N yelled as she was at the entrance of her door and so was Jake. She turned around when he roughly grabbed her, a little too rough and wouldn’t let go but she was too fired up to say anything.

“Yes you do!” he yelled back, grip getting tighter on her wrist and she winced but he didn’t notice.

“Why should I!?” she yelled back trying to remove her wrist.

“Because I’m your father, that’s why you have to listen to me.” Fire was in his eyes and so it was in her eyes too.

“So what!?” she yelled

“Don’t you dare yell at me Y/N and I mean it!” He said as his temper was rising, so was hers.

“I’ll yell at you all I want! Go to your stupid meeting that’s more important than your daughter! I hate you! I wish I died instead of Dakota! I wish I wasn't your daughter!” she yelled, still trying to pull her wrist out of his grip. Jake’s temper was at the boiling point

“Well, I hate you right back, you little shit! You took my sister away from me, my friend for life and I just want her back! So, maybe they should’ve saved her instead of you!” he yelled and instantly regretted it once her face fell and that’s when the pain of him gripping her came full force and tears started to fall.

“Get off of me! You’re hurting me!” Once Bradley heard that he shot up from his seat from downstairs and took the stairs three at a time and came to a scene that he never wanted to see, his husband holding his daughter’s wrist in his hand with force and tears streaming down her face but he couldn’t see his. He quickly rushed to them and was trying to pry him off of her. “Get off of me! You’re hurting me!” she yelled again not noticing her dad there trying to help her.

“Jake, let her go. You are hurting her.” he said calmly knowing yelling wouldn’t help and that’s when Jake realized what he was doing and let go and instantly she cradled her wrist. His face showed a mortified look, he swore from the day she was born that he would never lay a hand on her like his father did to him.

“Sweets, I’m sorry.” he said any trace of anger was gone. He went to go and hug her but she stepped back and he was looking at her and she had a terrified look on her face with tears running down her face pointed right at him, he never wanted to see that look on her face again. He hurt his baby girl, his sweets, his little girl, and the light of his and Bradley’s life. She saw Bradley there but wasn’t looking at him; it was all pointed at him. 

“I hate you.” she whispered but they heard it, and knew she didn’t mean it but it knocked the wind out of Jake, with tears down her face. He tried to go towards her again but she just slammed the door shut and locked it but they could hear her crying.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Bradley asked and that’s when Jake turned to him finally noticing he was there. Jake didn’t answer, just simply turned around and walked downstairs and went to the couch and held a pillow with tears rolling down his face.

“Honey, can you open the door?” Bradley knocked on the door, no answer. He decided to try one more time “Please open the door. Pops is gone.” That did it and the door unlocked he walked in, he shut the door as Y/N sat on her floor in front of her bed, he went and joined her he opened his arms and she climbed into his lap and started to sob. Bradley just hugged her and stroked her hair “Shhh it’s ok. He didn’t mean it. You’re important to him and he loves you.” he said in a calming voice and pressed kisses into her hair. She just cried and cried until she fell asleep. He looked at her wrist and didn't feel anything broken and luckily no bruising either. Bradley got up and put her into bed, luckily she changed before supper after taking a shower, he tucked her in and kissed her forehead, and walked out of her room turning around to look at his daughter before turning off her light and cracking her door.  

He walked down the stairs and stopped at the bottom to look at his broken husband and his heart broke again. Bradley just leaned up against the wall.

"She said she hated me. I hurt our little girl." Jake said, staring at the blank TV screen. He had heard Bradley come down but didn't look at him. 

"She didn't mean it and you know it." He told him as he walked over to his husband and sat down and opened his arms as he did for Y/N and Jake practically fell into them. "I looked at her wrist and didn't find anything." He continued "Did some hurtful things get said? Yes. Are you both going to love each other any less? Absolutely not." He paused as he felt Jake grab his shirt. He looked down and noticed that the pillow had been knocked to the floor. 

"I grabbed her. I hurt her. I swore I wouldn't hurt her like my father did to me but yet I did." Jake said with tears falling down his face. He heard what Bradley said but it was coming in one ear and out the other. Bradley sighed and squeezed Jake just a little bit and then released and dropped a kiss to his head.

"Head up to bed. I'll be there in a minute. I'm just going to put the food away." Bradley said, giving him a little nudge. Jake was numb and nodded, not having any fight left.

"Ok. I love you." He said as he was getting up and started leaving.

"I love you too babe." Bradley said standing up and going into the kitchen to start cleaning up. He heard the door shut and then he began to relax knowing both of them were safe in bed. He stood in the kitchen for a minute and ran his hand down his face and then put his hands on his hips and looked around, once he saw everything cleaned and put away turned out the light and made his way upstairs. He checked in on Y/N and she was still sound asleep, once he was satisfied he walked into his and Jake's shared bedroom getting ready for bed not even bothering that both he and Jake forgot their phones downstairs, since their daughter was in her room asleep. He climbed into bed and Jake scooted back into him and they both fell asleep.

The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes are what woke Y/N up at 3:30 in the morning. She got up out of bed and headed downstairs but not before seeing if her Pop's and Dad's door was shut not a soul was in sight. The house was looking like a ghost town and she was ok with that. She went into the kitchen and it was clean, then the fight came back to her. She couldn't stay in the house, she just couldn't. She silently pulled on her shoes and was thankful neither of them set the alarm and grabbed the keys to her truck, well her Pops' old truck that she can use. She goes out the door and quietly shuts it, thankful that the bedrooms are upstairs and the garage is by the kitchen, she starts it up and heads out. It's pouring down which is unusual for California. The fight keeps playing in her head and starts to cry, in hindsight, she knows she shouldn't drive but she just couldn't stand to be there any longer. She wanted to be with her Grandma and Grandpa Goose.

Her eyesight is blurring with tears when she sees blinding headlights coming right at her before she can swerve. They hit her head on and made her truck spin out of control and hit a guardrail sending her truck tumbling down the road 4 times before coming and landing right side up. Her head had hit the window and now the steering wheel made her disoriented. Glass is everywhere and the truck is almost unrecognizable. Everything turns black.

[compacflt]

the thought of icemav celebrating christmas together makes me a bit crazy. what do they give each other???

usually nothing . That’s kind of a big deal. in the 80s/90s they’d (reluctantly) celebrate Christmas with carole and bradley (who took that shit kinda seriously) so they wouldn’t really do anything by themselves. Maybe go out for a nice clandestine dinner just cause. After Carole dies and Bradley’s papers get pulled from the academy, ice’s low key newfound interest in celebrating christmas is one of his many many ways to try and normalize relations between him & maverick and try to improve their relationship in the conspicuous absence of the rest of their family. but yes he does make an effort—as does mav—to take advantage of holiday time to be with him as often as possible so, though their schedules don’t always line up, after 2006 they spend about 3/4 xmases together

Ice has very few hobbies besides a.) lovingly working on his cars & plane and b.) reading, so he is exceptionally easy to shop for (as most hobbyless men are): nice tie pins, cufflinks, those unnecessarily expensive hardcover books about weird random topics you find in airport bookstores, fountain pens, nautical /aeronautical themed paperweights, nice leather watchbands etc. highbrow rich guy stuff

Maverick has sooooo many stupid little hobbies that each last between 4-6 months so he is ridiculously hard to shop for— “i thought you were into woodworking so i got you some tools :)!” “uh no that was in April. im trying to learn how to make wallets now” :( so mostly if ice ever gets him anything it’s usually just an expensive dinner date in the city or cash in a blank card or a blank signed check for airplane parts for the next year. Buy whatever you want idc <3

any and all gifts are given with extremely little fanfare PLEASE don’t make it a big deal… hidden around the house with a little “merry xmas!” note attached, or shoved into each others suitcases pre-leaving-for-navy-reasons, or unceremoniously dropped into one’s lap while he’s watching tv, “here you go,” “oh, this is nice, thanks!” Et cetera. love language of gifts/acts of service, but, like, very quietly.

[thegigilwriter]

20 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. Bradley pops an important question, Lucy takes care of a sick Mav, and something arrives that could possibly change everything.

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: little spice, fluff, angst in the horizon

20 | Soup on Rainy Days 🍲

October 3, 2023

“Bradley,ˮ Lucy rasped grasping at his locks as he bit down on the soft skin of her shoulders and the side of her neck. The sun had just began to rise on the horizon, the stray shards of its rays casting pale light in fragments of her room. The sun- catcher that hung from the window caught the early morning just enough to scintillate prisms of color across the side of Lucyʼs face as Bradley looked downupon her, their legs intertwined and their chests touching. His fingers wandered underneath her old swim-meet shirt and grazed the underside of her warm breasts. He loved the way she shivered beneath him when he did so.

“Youʼre going to be late,ˮ she whispered as she twirled her finger in his curls. He shifted by her side, staring at her face.

“Whatʼs a few minutes?ˮ

“Who is this Bradley?ˮ She smiled. “I remember mine being such a stickler for time?ˮ

“He sounds like an old man,ˮ he remarked.

“Itʼs one of the things I love about him actually,ˮ she smirked. “Itʼs one of the things that makes him so... Daddy.ˮ

Bradley chuckled deeply, before taking her sweet lips against his and burying themselves deeper into the covers. Lucy sighed, her hips rising to meet his as their lips continued to meet. She raked her nails against her broad and firm backside, his warmth bringing comfort — Bradley was here and he was hers. Just then, a ring resounded.

“Love,ˮ Lucy breathed between kisses. “You h-have to p-pick it up... Mmmm... M- might be work...ˮ

“They can wait,ˮ he replied, fluttering his lips across the length of her neck. Lucy pressed a hand against his chest gently as the phone ringed for a fourth time. Groaning, Bradley reached across to retrieve his phone from her nightstand. Holding the phone to his periphery as he sat up, Lucy kneeled and wrapped his arms around him. She kissed his scarred cheeks sweetly and laid her own against his shoulder.

“... Donʼt worry about it.... Okay... Take care...ˮ He mumbled. His brow was creased as he turned to face Lucy.

“Whatʼs wrong?ˮ She asked softly.

“Mavʼs come down with something and he canʼt come in today,ˮ he replied as he tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

“Is anyone taking care of him?ˮ

Bradley regarded her thoughtfully before tucking her against his side.

“Pennyʼs on a girls trip and Amelia is at a school meet,ˮ he hummed. “Iʼll probably swing by before I come home to you.ˮ

“Wonʼt you be working late because of a mandatory meeting of sorts?ˮ

“Oh shit,ˮ Bradley murmured as he raised his fingers to his temple. “Forgot about that.ˮ

“What if I swing by instead?ˮ Lucy suggested as he traced circles on the back of his hand. “I could bring him some food, help him around the house…”

“Youʼd do that Angel?ˮ He smiled. She nodded meekly. They stayed in each otherʼs silence and warmth.

“Itʼs okay you know,ˮ Bradley told her. “That you want to have a relationship with him.ˮ

“I know,ˮ Lucy sighed. “But sometimes I feel like if I do, I would be betraying mom. She came here and raised us all by herself — working nearly 60 hours a week and homeschooling us at the same time…”

He held her closer.

“All my life,ˮ she whispered. “Iʼve always felt so different from Ford and Mom... that Iʼve always thought that I was probably a little more like my... dad.ˮ

“And thereʼs nothing wrong with that, baby.ˮ

“What will he even say?ˮ

“Mav is a good person Angel,ˮ Bradley told her. “Your existence isnʼt your own fault— and without a doubt, Iʼm sure he wonʼt shun you for it.ˮ

“Iʼm scared,ˮ she rasped.

“Iʼll be there,ˮʼ he whispered. “Whenever youʼre ready. Okay?ˮ

“Okay.ˮ

Bradley kissed her once more and left his lips on hers for a while, until the sun had crept high enough and it was time for the day ahead of them to unfold. They moved knowingly, minding each otherʼs movements automatically as they commenced the day together. When Bradley had emerged from the bathroom, the bed had already been made and his uniform had been laid out and pressed. He smiled, hearing the cacophony of sounds from the kitchen — the clanging of pans, the flicker of flame, the opening of the fridge, the dull thud of knife against board. After Bradley had donned on his khakis, he entered into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. He smiled at the sight before him — right to Lucy was a prepared salty ham, brie, and apricot sourdough sandwich and left to her was a salad bowl she was throwing chopped cherry tomatoes in. Her hips were swaying gently to “Moon River,ˮ singing to the lyrics sweetly.

“Moon river, wider than a mile,

I'm crossing you in style some dayyyy

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way....ˮ

“Two drifters,ˮ Bradley cut in, his deep voice fitting perfectly with her own. “Off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see...ˮ

Lucy placed the last slices of cherry tomatoes in the bowl, turning to him as he neared— placing her in his arms and resting her head against his chest as they both swayed to Audrey Hepburn. They sang together:

“We're after the same rainbow's end

Waitin' 'round the bend,

My huckleberry friend,

Moon river and me...ˮ

“I packed your lunch,ˮ she told him quietly. “And your coffee and pandesal is on the counter for you before you leave.ˮ

“Thank you Angel,ˮ he whispered.

“You should go,ˮ she urged him softly. “Youʼre going to be la—“

“Move in with me.ˮ

“What?ˮ

“I want you to,ˮ he gazed into her eyes deeply. “Iʼm sick of an empty house. I want to wake up just like this every morning and be beside you just before we fall asleep. I want a home with you, baby.ˮ

“Bradley—“

“You donʼt have to answer now,ˮ he said. “But itʼs on the table, and itʼs something ready to be picked up whenever you want it to.ˮ

Lucy nodded, taking his cheek in her hand and pulling it towards her lips.

Tying her curls up with a clamp and securing the apron around her back, Lucy gazed upon the index card that she had previously laid on the counter. It was yellow and weathered from age. The words were inscribed with her grandmother Mayumiʼs hand. She smiled at her cursive, loopy and minuscule and eccentric — much like herself really. When Tala was working nights four days a week with 13 and 14 shifts as an ER nurse in her youth, Lucy took her place in the kitchen when she and Ford were left alone at home. The transition was quite natural— one of Lucyʼs fondest memories of the motherland was cooking with Mayumi in the kitchen in the heart of her family home. When she wasnʼt in the water at the beach outside, Lucy would often watch her grandmother cook. She was known to posses a voracious appetite among her cousins, especially for her grandmotherʼs food. Lucy bent down to retrieve a heavy, stainless steel soup pot behind a cabinet door. She grazed the inscribed name on its handle with the pad of her thumb. Mayumi. This, and her box of recipes on index cards is what she passed on to Lucy when she could no longer cook on the account of her hand injury — worn out from years of manual labor.

Lucy began by boiling the chicken breast in the soup pot and preparing the macaroni pasta in a separate container. While waiting for the chicken and pasta, she cut up the celery, onions, carrots, and lots of garlic. She also opened a can of evaporated milk. When the chicken was ready, she took it out of the pot and set the broth aside. Lucy then proceeded to sauté the garlic, onion, celery, carrots all together and season them according to taste. As everything was waiting to soften, Lucy chopped the chicken roughly and threw them in another pan to brown slightly. It was then that everything was prepared to be combined. Lucy added the browned chicken, the water, a cube-condensed flavoring and the can of evaporated milk into the pot and stirred. After leaving it to simmer, she seasoned the concoction until it was just right. She also added some leaves of parsley, and chopped avocado as a final touch — her own spin on the recipe.

“Ito anak,ˮ she recalled her grandmother would tenderly say to her as a little girl, raising the spoon of hot soup and macaroni to her lips after checking her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Salamat Nay,ˮ she would sigh— relief and appetite returning whenever she would taste this recipe dribbling down her sore throat.

After throwing on a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a light cardigan, Lucy set off in her burgundy-colored Nissan Versa to Pennyʼs house. She balanced the heavy pot of sopas as she pressed the doorbell. A few minutes later, she could hear the padding of heavy feet and the commotion of the lock. Before her, Pete emerged at the threshold. His nose and cheeks blushing, his eyes gleaming, and his pallor evident. He was dressed in a olive crew neck sweater with gray sweat pants. A few tissues were sticking out of his pocket and his lockets were tousled.

“Hi Lucy,ˮ Pete smiled. “Bradley said youʼd come by.ˮ

“Here I am,ˮ she replied nervously. “How are you feeling, Mav?ˮ

“I donʼt usually get sick,ˮ he chuckled. “But when I do, itʼs bad.ˮ

“Iʼm the same way, and Iʼm sorry.ˮ

“Donʼt worry about it,ˮ he grinned. “Come in! Iʼm dying to see what you got in that pot!ˮ

Lucy laughed lightly, entering the home. She set the soup pot on the stove, Pete assisting her to set it exactly on the metal grid. He gazed at the stainless steel pot thoughtfully before his eyes fell upon the handle.

“Hey Iʼve seen this before,ˮ he remarked, the pad of this thumb grazing the handle.

“It was my grandmotherʼs,ˮ Lucy replied. “She stopped cooking a few years back because of a wrist injury.ˮ

“Iʼm sorry to hear that,ˮ Pete frowned. “Sheʼs a great cook. Can she not move it as much as before—?ˮ

“She can still season and stir, but work like — preparing the meat and chopping vegetables, lifting and anything labor-heavy sheʼs not recommended to do.ˮ

“She used to make for me this sour soup whenever I came over,ˮ Pete recalled fondly. “It was with lapu-lapu fish, and some kind of water spinach—“

“Sinigang?ˮ Lucy confirmed.

“Yes!ˮ He smiled. “Thatʼs the one.ˮ

Lucy lit the stove, warming the sopas. She then proceeded to take a jar of ground ginger she had packed and looked for a small sauce pan to boil water.

“You should go ahead and rest,ˮ she told him. “Have you taken Tylenol or Ibuprofen today for your symptoms?ˮ

“Yep,ˮ Pete replied. “Popped about five or six cups yesterday.ˮ

“Mav!ˮ Lucy sighed. “You shouldnʼt be taking more than four a day!ˮ

“Why not?ˮ

“Theyʼre hepatotoxic— they can be bad for your liver when taken in high doses at a time,ˮ she explained. “You should be drinking a lot of water. What are your symptoms now?ˮ

Pete stared at her.

“I have uh... a stuffy nose, Iʼm a little dizzy, and I still feel kinda heavy... but Iʼm okay I guess.ˮ

“Okay,ˮ she said, getting a jug from a cabinet and filling it with water. “Hereʼs what weʼre doing: youʼre going to rest over there, Iʼm going to make some ginger tea, and youʼre going to eat when this heats up a little more. In the mean time...ˮ

Lucy handed him the jug and retrieved a thermometer from her pocket. “Youʼre going to take your temperature and drink as much as you can.ˮ

“Yes maʼam,ˮ Pete chuckled as he took a seat. Mav took his place on the couch and continued to watch Lucy as she stirred the contents of the pot and added the ground ginger into the boiling water. A few minutes later, Lucy rounded the couch and placed the serving tray of ginger tea and sopas on the living room table.

“Whatʼs your temp?ˮ

“100.8ˮ

“Not for long,ˮ Lucy smiled. “Here—“

Mav neared the bowl to his gaze, its creamy broth swaying with its contents as he moved. The delicious smell penetrated his compromised senses. It had the fragrance of herbs and roasted meat. He brought a spoonful of it to his lips, and upon discovering the macaroni a blissful grin broke out across his lips.

“Chicken sopas,ˮ Mav nodded. “Itʼs like what your mother used to make but — better. Please donʼt tell her that.ˮ

“I wonʼt,ˮ Lucy laughed lightly. “Her passive-aggressiveness is something Iʼd spare myself from any day.ˮ

Mav tasted the ginger tea after blowing ripples and steam across its amber surface.

“My sinuses are singing,ˮ Mav sighed. “Thanks, Lucy— I feel so much better already.ˮ

“Donʼt worry about it,ˮ she replied, smiling, as he enthusiastically gulped down the tea and basically ate the whole bowl of the sopas in its entirety.

To Lucy, it felt so right being there for him — her father, who doesnʼt even know that he was one to a set of boy and girl fraternal twins. She wondered then at that moment if she should tell him of what she thought was the truth — to make him confirm everything: the letters, his relationship to Tala, and how he felt about her. No, she then thought, let me be selfish and bask in this a little longer — under the guise of false ignorance so I wouldnʼt be betraying my own mother... at least not yet. She considered Bradleyʼs words with great consideration. So what if she wanted to feel closer to her own father? Was it so wrong to get to know someone you had naturally come from? All her life, Lucy wondered why she felt so different from the family she was raised in and perhaps he was the answer. Feeling restless, and waiting for Mav to finish to serve him a third helping, Lucy walked about the living room and spotted a row of photos on the mantle above the fireplace. The first couple of photos were of several different trips comprising primarily of Amelia, Penny, Mav, and Bradley. There was another picture with the latter pair in the hangar together, and another picture of all the Daggers with Mav in the middle. As Lucy worked down the row of frames, she came across a young Carole and Nicholas Bradshaw with Mav on Caroleʼs right and arm around her. Little Bradley was between his parents, smiling wide with pink cheeks and a toy jet in his chubby little hand. Lucy smiled taking out her phone and getting a good picture. She then saw a picture of Mav, all swagger in the leather jacket, aviators on his nose, and a bike— posing in front of an airbase.

“Is that a... Kawasaki Ninja 900?ˮ

“Yeah... it is...ˮ Pete turned to her curiously. “You ride?ˮ

“I used to...ˮ Lucy shrugged, smiling shyly. “Back into high school... and college.ˮ

“Really?ˮ He replied. “I bet your mom wasnʼt so happy about that.ˮ

“No she wasnʼt...ˮ she chuckled as she sat down beside him.

“How did she manage that?ˮ

“She never really had to,ˮ she sighed, their eyes meeting knowingly.

“You hid it from her?ˮ Pete raised a brow. “Now Iʼd love to hear the story behind this.ˮ

“We only had one conversation about it,ˮ Lucy began. “I told her that I was planning on working to pay for a bike and she freaked out because apparently theyʼre—“

“Death machines,ˮ they said simultaneously.

“... and she said that no daughter of hers was going to look like a—“

“Thug,ˮ they repeated in unison once more. They shared a laugh, and as their giggles resided... they stared at each other for a considerable amount of time.

“I eventually got a Ninja 500,ˮ Lucy said. “I worked it off selling cookies and taking shifts at Wendyʼs. I loved that bike...ˮ

“Loved?ˮ

“I had to sell it awhile back...ˮ she answered. “Needed to pay off some stuff...ˮ

A beat.

“You know...ˮ Pete sighed. “In the best way, you may look like and act your mom, but you arenʼt her at all. Youʼre something special, Lucy.ˮ

“Thanks Mav,ˮ Lucy replied.

“Thank you,ˮ he insisted. “I wouldʼve probably just eaten a couple of Ritz crackers and washed it down with some Gatorade if you didnʼt come in to check on me.ˮ

“Just Ritz and Gatorade?ˮ She mocked with a gasp. “Oh, Mav...ˮ

“I know! Iʼm hopeless...ˮ Pete raised his hands. Another laughed rippled past their lips.

“Hey,ˮ he breathed. “If you ever want to go in a ride together, I have a spare in the hangar with your name on it.ˮ

“Bradley doesnʼt ride?ˮ

“Only backseat on a good day.ˮ

They laughed again.

“You know what would really taste good with that sopas that I unfortunately forgot to bring?ˮ Lucy said to him.

“Vinegar?ˮ Pete suggested.

“Itʼs like you can read my mind,ˮ Lucy whispered. Pete barked another laugh.

Lucy spent three more hours in Peteʼs company before she begrudgingly went home. She was surprised at the variety of topics they had for conversation aside from Tala. Motorbikes aside, they discussed about some of their favorite music — generally 1980ʼs classic rock, Peteʼs career in aviation, Lucyʼs research, Mayumiʼs recipes that they both enjoyed and so on. Talking to Pete Mitchell felt familiar to Lucy— as if she was conversing with an old friend or even parts of herself that she herself forgot. The Lucy that went on long joyrides, played rock music at full volume, experimented with more masculine fashion styles, and was unafraid to test the boundary of her motherʼs ubiquitous rules. All her life Lucy thought despite looking uncannily like her mother, she was surely adopted... until now. As she passed the threshold of her apartment, she spotted an envelope on the floor before her feet. She bent to pick it up and held the writing on its backside to her eyes.

From: Celeste Diaz

NYPD 99th Precinct

65 6th Avenue

Brooklyn, NY 11217

Lucy immediately tore the envelope and revealed its contents with ease. Unfolding the paper, her breath shook and her gaze faltered. Her hand searched for the wall behind her and allowed her body lean against it as she slid towards the floor — cold beneath her palms, cold like the shiver that numbed her limbs and ran down her spine, cold like the weather that welcomed its first rainfall.

Dun, dun, dunnnnn! Lucy just got something in mail and I don’t think it’s good news… will we finally know what happened to Ford? Let’s find out in 21 | That Day. Thanks for reading and see you at the next 5-chapter update!

Taglist: @itsarabellebabes

[ladywaffles]

Icemav + 12 for the minific please!

thank you! i hope you enjoy, darling <3

[references to a trip to the emergency room incoming]

things you said when you thought i was asleep

Maverick is running himself ragged.

It’s two in the morning after the emergency room trip from hell, and Maverick looks like shit.

It’s not a matter of opinion, either. Ice has seen every one of Mav’s cuts, scrapes, and ill-advised haircuts since Reagan was president. He suffered through the mustache phase of 1997, the buzz cut of 2002, and the first attempt at a dye job to hide the gray hairs Maverick denied having in 2008.

Maverick has never looked worse than he does right now, and it’s because of him.

The nurses told him after the 11 p.m. shift change that Maverick has barely left his side. They had to shuffle him out when visiting hours ended, but he’d be back bright and early with a bag of bagels for the nurses’ station at eight the next morning. It’s only because he finally woke up that they let him stay the night.

They’re not young men anymore, and Maverick can’t keep doing this to himself. He’s half-slumped on Ice’s hospital bed, his face mushed into Ice’s right thigh, holding on tight to his hand like he believes if he lets go for even a second, Ice will slip right through his fingers and melt away like cotton candy in the ocean.

“I love you so much,” Ice says, running a hand through Mav’s oily hair. It sticks straight up, a testament to how long it’s been since Mav had a proper shower. It should gross him out, but it only makes his heart ache a little bit more. “I love you so much, more than anything, Maverick Mitchell,” he whispers.

It still hurts to talk; the EMTs hadn’t exactly been thinking of comfort so much as survival when they intubated him on the floor of his living room. He hopes that it wasn’t too messy; he’d hate for the memory to still be there, waiting for Mav every time he walked through the front door of their house while he was in the hospital.

“I would marry you in a heartbeat, if you’d give me the chance. I don’t want to let this go. If you asked me,” Ice says, the words catching in his throat. He shouldn’t say them, but he does anyway. “If you asked me,” he starts again, “I’d leave the Navy. Be a teacher somewhere, maybe, or a consultant. I could take Charlie Blackwood’s old job, maybe. That’d be something, wouldn’t it?” he smiles. “But I just want you, Mav. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. You gotta take care of you, for me. I don’t know how to be without you. It’s been more than half my life I’ve had you at my side, don’t leave me now.”

He squeezes Mav’s hand and tries to relax into his bed. He’s almost all the way asleep when Mav responds in a sleep-raspy voice.

“You don’t leave me either, Ice. Wingmen, you promised.”

Yeah, Ice thinks to himself. That sounds like a good deal.

send me a pairing and a number!

[chiaraanatra]

You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' | Part 2

Summary: Goose meets you at the Miramar Officers’ Club and after a drink and a brief conversation he wished would never end he believes that he’ll never see you again. Little did he know while this may have been your first meeting, it would not be your last.

Warning: Swearing, boys being stupid, me knowing nothing about how radar works, Goose having some suggestive thoughts

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Goose is a leg man I will not be taking any questions on the matter. We are all imagining that Carol is living her best life somewhere far from San Diego. I love her and Goose and refuse to kill her off or have either one of them go through a divorce. Sorry not sorry to Bradley for wiping your existence from this fictional plane. Also I know nothing about planes, aviation, engineering, or the Navy, I'm just a Goose girly at heart.

《 part 1 || part 3 || part 4 || epilogue 》 《 m.list || ao3 》

Maverick and Goose stood stiff as boards against one of the joint naval offices. Goose could feel himself sweating through his khaki uniform as he listened to an irate Air Boss Johnson scream at Commander Mike ‘Viper’ Metcalf. “One of your snot-nosed jockeys did a flyby on my tower at over 400 knots! I want somebody's butt! I want it now! I've had it!”

Johnson burst through the office doors just in time to knock into a Navy boy carrying a tray of coffee. “God damn it! That's twice! I want some butts!” He screamed as he made his way down the hall.

Viper and Jester emerged from the office. Viper let out a sigh, “Well, that'll just about cover the flybys.”

Lieutenant Commander Heatherly looked over at the boys, “Follow me.”

The walk down the hall felt like miles. Nick was used to Pete’s antics, they had been flying together for years, but sometimes it felt like Mav didn’t understand what was really at stake with all this. Goose needed this, not the Top Gun trophy, if Nick was honest, he could give a fuck about the trophy, but if this went south, the two could get kicked out of Top Gun, or worse, lose their wings and be grounded.

The four walked into Commander Metcalf’s office. Metcalf grabbed a manila folder from his desk, before standing to look out his office window. Mav and Goose stood at attention in front of the commander’s desk mentally preparing for the ass-chewing they were about to receive.

“Gentlemen, you had a hell of a first day.” Viper glanced out his office window. “The hard deck for this hop was 10,000 feet. You knew it, you broke it. You followed Commander Heatherly below after he lost sight of you and called ‘no joy.’ Why?” Viper’s voice was steady and calm, too calm for Goose’s liking.

“Sir!” Mav looked straight ahead, “I had Commander Heatherly in my sights. He saw me move in for the kill. He then proceeded below the hard deck. We weren't below 10,000 for more than a few seconds. I had the shot, there was no danger, so I took it.”

God damn it, Mav…

Commander Metcalf turned towards the boys. “You took it... and broke a major rule of engagement!” The rise in his voice made Goose want to curl up and die as he watches the commander walk towards them. “Then you broke another one with that circus stunt flyby.” Viper let out a sigh as he looked back out his office window. “Lieutenant Mitchell... Top Gun rules exist for your safety and that of your team. They are not flexible, nor am l. Either obey them, or you are history. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!” Stated Mav, his eyes remaining focused on the window in front of him.

Metcalf took the seat in front of his desk before dismissing the young aviators.

Goose followed closely behind Maverick, closing the Commander’s office door after him. He let his hand come down a bit harder than he might have intended on the shorter pilot’s shoulder, “I really enjoyed that, Mav. Thanks a lot.” He leaned up against the wall, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Holy shit! Maybe I could learn how to be a truck driver.” He dropped his hands and looked back at Pete. “You have the number of that driving school on TV? Truck Master, I think it is. I might need that…”

Before he could spiral any further, he was brought out of his thoughts by a voice as sweet as honey. “Lieutenant.”

The two men turned to look down the hall. Goose was greeted by a beautiful sight. His eyes widened as he took in your form, making their way from your heels that clicked on the tile floor to your stocking-clad legs that went on for miles. When they made their way to the first of your outfit, Goose couldn’t help but wish your skirt was a little shorter and there was one less button done on your blouse.

Goose shut his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Get it together, she’s your instructor!

As you came closer to the two-man Maverick turned to his RIO. “Okay, well,” he dusted off the shoulders of Goose’s khaki uniform. “Don’t be nervous. You look great, dear.”

“Thanks, honey.” Goose turned to you as Maverick made his way down the hall.

You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. But quickly regained your professional composure. “That pilot of yours is quite the troublemaker. I could hear Johnson yelling from my office down the hall.”

“Mav’s not one to think before he acts. It’s bitten me in the ass more times than I would like to admit.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about his hotshot antics. Charlie was annoyed, to say the least, after finding out that the two of you were the famous MIG insulter. Then again, judging by the back and forth with Charlie this morning, you seem to enjoy yourself at times.

“Oh, you heard all that...?” Goose looked down at his boots gently taping his foot.

“Bits and pieces to say the least,” You notice him looking everywhere but you. “Look, Charlie and I are instructors, we see 20 new hotshots every eight weeks.” If you were being honest you weren’t completely sure what you were saying. You are his instructor the last thing you should be thinking about is flirting with one of your students, let alone thinking about how good he looks in that khaki uniform. “That being said…”

Goose couldn’t bring himself to look up from his boots, it may have been disrespectful in some right, but he wasn’t sure where to look at this felt like the safest bet. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. Here it comes. Yeah, we can forget all about last night and I promise to think only wholesome thoughts when looking at you-

“I would love to see that MiG polaroid sometime.” You smiled up as the taller man finally met your gaze. You swear you could fall for those amber eyes even though you both knew that could never happen.

Goose smiled at your comment. “I’ll admit if this top gun thing doesn’t work out, I could always fall on photography as a backup,” he joked.

“Don’t forget your singing career. With that, you’re practically a triple threat, Lieutenant.

“Please, call me Nick. At least in casual conversation.”

“Are you anticipating more casual conversations with me Lieutenant?” Before he could answer you looked down at your watch noticing the time. “Well, Nick I should get going. I’m sure I will be seeing you.”

The way his name fell from your lips was heavenly. Unfortunately, before he could form a cohesive sentence you were already making your way down the hall.

The next day the Pilots and RIOs were split, with pilots going with Charlie to discuss the maneuvering capabilities of the F-18 and RIOs going with you to discuss radar systems and running hypotheticals drills.

You were leaning on the desk in front and center of the small lecture-style room. You could hear the ROIs down the hall before they made their entrance into the room. Marcus ‘Sundown’ Williams, Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe, Ron "Slider" Kerner, and Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw. The boys took their seats as you began.

Goose couldn’t help but stare at you as you began talking about radar systems that he knew like the back of his hand. He listened to you talk about the F14’s APG-65 system and its uses. He couldn’t deny that you knew what you were talking about, he could tell that this introduction was to spell that out to the others. He thought about how often people might not take you as seriously as they might a man in your same position and how the thought of someone disrespecting you ticked him off.

“-but you all knew that.” Your pause brought Nick out of his thoughts to focus back on your lecture. “To an extent, a raid assessment allows radar separation of closely spaced targets. While these are advanced systems, and ones far better than what we were using 3 years ago, they are not perfect. If a second MiG is flying close enough below the first, the APG won’t be able to detect the second aircraft until it has diverged from its partner.” You paused for a moment to glance at Goose. “I’m sure some of you have seen this firsthand.” You tried not to maintain eye contact with Goose for too long, however, his eyes never left your form.

Your lecture came to a close. You stood at the head of the desk gathering some files. You hadn’t noticed that someone had stayed behind until you heard a voice from behind you. “You really know your stuff.” Goose was leaning against the railing in front of the first row of lecture seating.

“I sure hope so, I was told I was hired for that very reason.” You said with a smile before turning to face the tall aviator. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Goose looked down at his boots before looking back up to meet your gaze, “I wanted to ask, why didn’t you tell me who you were the other night.”

“I remember telling you my name. However, I may have left out the Top Gun instructor part.” You leaned against the desk and watched as Nick made his way close to you.

“A small detail. I can see how it could be overlooked.” He joked. He stopped just in of you, watching you look up at him. He couldn’t help as less-than-appropriate thoughts wandered into his mind. He shouldn’t be flirting with you, but you weren’t exactly making any attempts to stop him.

“A small oversight.” You could feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. You bite your cheek in an attempt to subdue the smile that was attempting to make its way across your lips. You couldn’t deny that Nick Bradshaw was a handsome man. His dirty blonde hair, his amber eyes, his voice that you knew could make any woman melt.

“I’ll be honest… I’m very tempted to ask you to dinner.”

Your eyes left his as you scribbled something on a piece of paper, “I usually make it a point to not date my students, Lieutenant.”

For a moment Nick thought he had crashed and burned, but then your words hit him, “usually?”

You folded the quarter sheet of paper twice, “usually.” You smile up at him before standing and gathering your things. Before making your exit, you placed the small note into his breast pocket, taping it lightly.

Nick watched as you exited the room. As clique as it was, he hated to see you go but couldn’t complain about watching you leave. When you were out the door he quickly grabbed the note out of his pocket

Dinner tonight 6:00 102 Laurel Beach Don’t be late!

“Holy shit…” Goose looked at his watch, it was 3:30 now. He grabbed his jacket and ran out into the hallway only to be met with Mav and Ice having a dick-measuring contest just down the hall. “Mav!” he waved his pilot down.

“Might want to run along to mother Goose,” Ice laughs.

“Yeah, I’m sure you have to find Slider and make sure he’s not lost in the hangar again.” Mav flashed the taller pilot a smile before making his way down the hall to his RIO.

“You never gonna believe this,” he hands Mav the note.

Mav looks at the note, “wow, Goose, your handwriting has improved. But you didn’t have to write me a note to get me to go to dinner with you.”

Goose let out a fake laugh placing his hand over his heart, “haha! Oh, Mav, you kill me!” He snatches the note out of the shorter man’s hands. “It’s from Stinger.”

“Bullshit!”

Nick held up three fingers, “scouts honor!”

Mav looked at his watch, “You better get going. You definitely need a shower. Also please don’t wear one of your stupid Hawaiian shirts…”

“What? Ladies love my Hawaiian shirts!”

“Sure, they do.” Mav rolled his eyes watching his friend practically run down the hallway. “And use protection!” He yells.

Goose turns to run backward and flashes a middle finger and a smile to Mav before making his way out of the building.

Part 3

Taglist: @luckyladycreator2 & @saturnsbabe69

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[tgmsunmontue]

It's all academic darlin' PART 6/10

12k+ Hangster AU. Updating 2-3 parts per week and will be finished by 14th January 2024. (Each part is ~1500 words).

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

For the emails in this part (because bold (Bradley Bradshaw) and italics (Jake Seresin) aren't super obvious) the beginning and ending of emails are also marked with this: <>

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

                Bradley stares at the email and snorts in disbelief. Fucking hell, Mav's right. Alive and breathing and he’ll flirt with it. Though it does make him wonder why Jake didn't flirt with him when they were at the cabin. One word he'd never use to describe Jake Seresin is shy.

&lt;>You’re lucky you’re not one of my students. Pretty sure I’d have to report that email for sexual harassment.<>

&lt;>Lucky for you I’m not. Anyway, you started it.<>

&lt;>Not intentionally. I’ve used that turn of phrase dozens of times before and never had anyone reply like you have. And I’m never going to be able to use it again without thinking it’s inappropriate, so thanks for that.<>

&lt;>I aim to please.<>

&lt;>I’m sure you do.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>I’m sure you do.<>

                Those four little words have Jake taking in a long slow breath, he’s never before realized that flirting through email was something you could do. Makes sense, he’s done it through text messages and apps plenty, and obviously in person, but through email is a new thing. Plus he’s never flirted and not known what the person looked like before, even if they were old pictures on Tinder or Grindr… Apps he never got back around to reinstalling on his phone. He wonders if it’s just the length of time since he got laid that is making him feel… interested. Curious. This flirting is two-way, he hasn’t had the guy give short or sharp replies, he’s humoring Jake. Almost playful.

                He’s on a carrier for the next few months, training and upskilling; so he has nothing to lose in emailing this guy. Being flirty. Plus he’ll actually get some answers to his original questions which he sent off earlier. He’s definitely more interested in this than he thought though, wonders if the guy is single. Okay. That’s putting the carriage before the horse, they’re exchanging emails. If it becomes something more than just… light flirting and getting to know each other then he will ask.

…             …             …

&lt;>So what do you like to do in your down time?<>

&lt;>Well, I have a pretty full schedule. I teach and carry out research, but that’s my job so not down time I guess. But I love it, so it doesn’t exactly feel like work. Outside of my paid hours of work I do… well. Everything? I love trying new things, sometimes the more dangerous the better. I do rock climbing at least twice a week, hiking, do some jet skiing, water skiing, snowboarding. Picked up all the winter sports when I lived in Sweden. Plus my dad is a freaking daredevil and adrenalin junky so he’s always finding ways to do stupid shit. Usually drags me along. I go out to a quiz night with my postgrad students and some colleagues. What about you?<>

&lt;>You mean the very little leave I have? I usually spend it with friends and doing whatever they want to do. I’ve started enjoying hiking a bit more, like keeping active. I love my job too, feel very lucky to get to fly and get paid for it.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>Favorite type of music?<>

&lt;>Country. Can take the Texan out of Texas, but you can’t take the country lovin’ out of the Texan. You?<>

<>I’ve yet to hear music I don’t like. But I’m a fan of things I can sing along to. I’m constantly singing, people say they can hear me before they can see me.<>

                Jake rubs his eyes, feels like he’s making connections where they don’t exist. Lots of people like singing along to music. And Bradley is a common name. In the beginning some of the emails do actually go into the work Bradley does, and he gets more articles to read. He’s got a much better grasp of materials science now, and he re-reads the original article Mav gave him and it’s fascinating now, rather than being slightly interesting.

…             …             …

&lt;>So how long is your deployment and what are you up to? If you can share it.<>

&lt;>Unless something comes up I’ve got three months left of what is a seven month deployment. And I’m a naval aviator. Recently been doing nothing but night landings, which I have to admit has to be my least favorite thing to do. Nothing like taking off from a carrier though.<>

&lt;>My dad was a naval aviator. A RIO.<>

&lt;>Does he still fly?<>

&lt;>No. He died when I was small. Training exercise actually, so you be safe out there.<>

&lt;>Always.<>

                Bradley stares at the screen in front of him, thinks about Mav telling him that Jake saved his life and what kind of fucked up mission apparently made him an Ace. Knows his mom didn’t want him joining any of the armed forces, but he doesn’t know how she’d feel about him wanting to… date one. Obviously exchanging some emails isn’t dating, but he still feels like he’s laying groundwork for something and it’s a little unsettling. But his life is so heavily intertwined with the defense force, he understands the ebb and flow and nature of work. Has to accommodate it often enough with his own research.

                Also, he’s not sure, but he gets the feeling that Jake has forgotten that they’ve met. He knows now that Jake was dealing with concussion when they met, so he’s wary about reminding him. He’s been there; both the dealing with a concussion and dealing with Mav playing a bit free and easy with personal medical details. Regardless, being reminded you’ve forgotten shit and not remembering just makes you feel like shit so he just… ignores it. He doesn’t mention Mav, wouldn’t have mentioned Ice anyway, and just refers to his ‘dad’ to sort-of describe his dad, Mav, and Ice, even if it might get confusing if Jake picks up on it.

                He takes the email communication as the opportunity it is though, to get to know Jake without the idea that he needs to portray any particular type of image. He’s going to ask all the questions which have crossed his mind in the last few months. Okay. Maybe not all of them…

…             …             …

&lt;>Do you like cooking?<>

&lt;>Yeah, definitely. I don’t get much opportunity though. My gran taught me. I like the meditative nature of a lot of the works. Like kneading dough, julienning vegetables, finely dicing things… that’s one of my happy places. What about you?<>

&lt;>Yeah, I love cooking too. I totally get what you mean about it being meditative, takes you out of other thoughts and makes you focus. Also I love cooking for others. I’m told it’s one of my love languages.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>You ever wonder what your life would be like if you took a different path? I think about it sometimes, if I'd studied something different, or followed my dad despite my mom pretty much expressly forbidding me to do so...<>

&lt;>I'd be on my family ranch. Or in the airforce. I like my life though, wouldn't want to change much. <>

&lt;>No regrets then?<>

&lt;>A few. But I wouldn’t be the man I am today without them so not really.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>Sorry this can’t be longer – I’ve got a pile of marking and then I’ve got to get to my dad’s for dinner. Weekly dinner cannot be missed upon pain of death, even if right now it’s a choice between undergraduate essays and dinner with the parentals.<>

                Jake frowns, he’s certain Bradley had said previously that his dad had died when he was young. Must be a step-dad or something. The emails haven’t remained super flirty, but there’s definitely been comments here and there. One email confirming he’s single, which Jake had tucked away; felt encouraged that this was going somewhere and he feels weirdly invested in just where that somewhere might be. The emails have made the weeks flow quickly, the constant communication back and forth has just felt… good. Bradley has made him laugh, and challenged him to think about technical shit which he’d never done before. He’s still been working out and socializing plenty, but for fifteen to thirty minutes a day he spends reading and writing to Bradley and he’ll be back within six days and Bradley’s last line in his email has his heart skipping a beat and then going double time.

&lt;>If my dates are right, then the GW gets in this week. How do you feel about catching up over a drink?<>

&lt;>Before or after the hands-on experience and private tour?<>

                He’s more confident this time that he’s going to get a positive answer, not the original dread after his first flirty email months ago. He does indeed get in this week, and for once he might have plans which aren’t with friends or family. He sends a quick email to his brother and sister, letting them know he’ll come and visit after he’s been back at least a week, which is his usual practice anyway.

…             …             …

&lt;>So the easiest thing, for an ACTUAL tour of the labs, is for you to come to the University. I finish teaching at 3 on Friday, so can show you around then. Just come to the engineering office and I’ll swing by. Then we can discuss the hands-on experiences. You want my number?<>

&lt;>You have a functioning phone?<>

&lt;>Harsh. Here’s my number anyway. I’ll try and keep my phone safe.<>

                What the fuck.

                That’s just… it’s too much of a coincidence now. Jake scrunches his face and wonders if he’s maybe still just trying to make connections where there aren’t any. Is it all wishful thinking on his part? There just seems to be more and more mounting evidence though. It started off with a couple of things that made him wonder. It’s been too long now to ask outright, but he’s put the pieces together. Bradley Bradshaw is also somehow Bradley Mitchell and a part of him doesn’t want to ask. Can’t ask now that it’s been four months of emailing back and forth. He grabs his phone, most of the contacts are callsigns or emojis, and he decides to go with the theme and puts a little rooster emoji and he opens up the notes app. Wants to list things manually.

                He likes singing to music.

                He may or may not have a functioning phone. Again?

                He’s a navy brat, which any kid of Mav’s would be.

                Except he said his dad died in a training exercise…

                Mav gave me the article.

                Okay.

                Okay.

                He cracks his knuckles and searches for Bradley Bradshaw again. Pictures of the Bradley who he thinks of as Mav’s son come up again, but this time he does some actual digging, clicking through links to conferences featuring keynote speaker profiles and it has actual photos. Definitely photos of Bradley Bradshaw, his name under the photo and everything. So Bradley Bradshaw and Bradley Mitchell are the same person and he’s coming to grips with that, because Mav gave him the article. He goes back and adds a row of exclamation points with a few question marks to help convey his confusion. What did Mav mean by giving him the article? What is he missing? Is he missing anything? Is he reading too much into this? He tugs at his hair in frustration.

                Wait.

                He goes back through the emails and there, Bradley says his dad was a naval aviator. Well, he guesses Mav was one too, even… but no. Bradley said his dad died during a training exercise. Something is tickling in the back of his mind and he logs in to the naval database, types in the name Bradshaw and there it is. There’s a fucking family resemblance to write home about, holy shit. He falls down a little rabbit hole of enquiry and finds out the history of Nicholas Bradshaw and Peter Mitchell and he knows now, 99.99% that Bradley Bradshaw is also Mav’s son. He puts all his email interactions with Bradley into perspective and yeah, they’d definitely been flirting and getting to know each other really well. He’s shared some things with Bradley which only Javy or his siblings know.

                Also Bradley’s hot, even with the shirts and bad moustache and now that he knows what Bradley Bradshaw looks like, knows what he looks like shirtless chopping wood, or stripping off after a run, or explaining how the pump system works… Fucking hell, of course he knows shit about stuff like that, he’s an engineer. He said he was a teacher. And he loves music, and flying and can cook… He goes back to Rate my Professor and rereads them with new eyes and huh, okay, yeah, it all tracks.

                Okay. They’ve arranged to meet and then… go from there. He’s not naïve enough to know drinks could mean anything, because Bradley Bradshaw for sure as hell knew who he was talking to the whole time. It does raise a different question in Jake’s mind though.

                Did he think Jake knew who he was talking to?

PART 7

[topherwrites]

pls pls elaborate singing in the shower & spy au im so curious!! <3

"Singing in the Shower" is the tentative title for a shower sex jake fic with too much plot added in.

here's a snippet from the rough draft under the cut, 18+ only:

His voice takes on a familiar tone, the same one from flight school when he’d be picking apart why a maneuver didn’t work, or more specifically why someone else had failed at it. Like your inability to orgasm tonight is just an engineering problem. A little math, a little grease, and he can fix this. “What isn't working?” “Well, every time I get close I remember whose dick is in me.” He rolls his eyes, his voice taking on a bored tone, “We’ve established that you do not hate me enough for that." You stay silent, refusing to admit that you do not, in fact, hate him enough to deny yourself an orgasm. He hasn't done anything genuinely hackles-raising in some time, having toned down at least twenty percent of his dickishness, so there's less active resentment being worked out while you're fucking.  It's easy and fun being with him. Oh god, you like seeing his texts light up your phone. You enjoy his purposively bad sexts, that you're sure he only sends so you'll come over and fuck him to get him to stop. You come to the horrifying, jarring conclusion that he may very well be your friend, sort of. Fuck. Biting your lip, you amend, “Fine, maybe it's not that.” “I gathered.” He nudges you, “I can tell something’s going on up there, wanna fill me in?” “No.” You admit with a little sigh, “I don't know.” “Well, I'm tired, so we’re just going to sit here.” “Sorry, my pussy is broken today.” Your phrasing draws a little stomach-tensing laugh out of him, eyes creasing as he looks at you. His perfectly calloused palms slide up and down your thighs. His lips are curved into a soft little smile. “It’s fine.” “You can just…” your eyes focus on a water droplet on his collarbone, eyebrows jumping in allusion, unable to really say it, “if you want to.” He catches the implication; he can just get off and be done with it if he wants. Annoyance twists his features, his brow furrowing, though it doesn't feel wholly directed at you. “Jesus, I can feel myself getting soft,” he scoffs, “You're not a fleshlight.” And you actually can feel him start to lose his erection under you.

The spy au I'm currently working on came about mostly cause I saw Greg Tarzan Davis in the newest Mission Impossible and simply couldn't help myself. I also love spy stuff, I've always been intrigued by media that had spies in it since I was a kid. I grew up watching the Bond movies and shows like Nikita, Covert Affairs, Burn Notice, and Chuck. Most of which have a decidedly more pg or pg-13 tone than my au.

I'm planning on it being a few different interconnected series (maybe?).

All of their call signs and the nicknames for the reader are codenames in this.

So, an agent who was previously presumed dead, Spectre, she and Jake, aka Hangman, were partners and after her death he was never really the same. He's been on desk duty for the past two years.

Bob, an analyst on the team, was asked by Jake to put an indefinite facial recognition alert for her. So it kicks off with him getting a hit for her in London. The Operations Manager, Mav, brings Bradley onto the case, ordering him not to tell Jake about the revelation until they know more, and sending him to London to track Spectre down.

There in London, to play nice with a foreign government and give the impression that they respect jurisdiction, he's teamed up with an MI5 agent, Rook.

Shit spirals from there.

here's a snippet:

A last wet little gurgle leaves his throat as he goes still, his eyes left staring toward nothing. His head hangs back limply, red clinging to the corners of his slack mouth, the viscera of his throat exposed. Blood rhythmically drips to the floor. The pool grows beneath him. This sort of thing used to shake you, now you just follow a well-run routine, not necessarily numb, but devoid of the emotions doing something as grotesque as this should provoke. Violence should stir, you know this, you used to be stirred by it.  The first time you killed someone it was sloppy and panicked, you cried afterward. Mav sealed it with the stamp of self-defense, a good kill, but it didn't rid you of the lingering feeling of being damned. Maybe, the last vestiges of growing up catholic. You used to be a mourner, silently giving them their last rights, knowing the weight of every life. A witness to people’s final drawn breaths. Now, you're a butcher. You don't leave the blood for long, scrubbing your hands in the sink before it settles and dries in the cracks.

[orchidvk]

Just thought I share some headcanons of my favorite fighter pilot Iceman :D

I have some Fanfiction on AO3 and some of them already have some of these headcanons in them or mention them so I thought I just share them with all of you ^^

I hope you enjoy them <3

- Has Russian heritage but was born the US, in Honolulu. Grew up in California

- His Babushka fled to America with her son, her husband died in Russia and never saw the US himself

- Ice has two sisters and two brothers ( I'm an IceMav shipper so I go with the headcanon that Sarah is his sister)

- He is the oldest and very protective of his siblings

- I also go with Val Kilmer's way and say that Iceman's father is not a great guy, pressuring his son into perfection but never being satisfied with any accomplishments

- Ice has a good relationship with his mother and siblings

- Adores his babushka and she adores him back, his siblings always tease him for being her favorite ( he denies it but deep inside he knows they're right)

- his babushka always tells him how much he resembles his dedushka

- Ice is a total family guy even though he isn't on good terms with his father, he will always say that family is forever

- is a perfectionist

- can speak Russian fluently

- only the women in his family can get away with calling him "Tommy"

- loves to read and has so many books, he could drown in them

- loves the movie "Airplane!"

- secretly loves singing but would never admit it

- loves to cook and bake

- his house the most clean space the flyboys have ever seen

- is also confusing the shit out of his guest by having the trashcan under the sink

- is a total animal magnet and he loves animals as well

- knows how to ride horses

- definitely played waterpolo in his teenage years

- Ice cold? Not when you know him and are in his inner circle. He loves physical attention, he loves to cuddle and he loves hugs but only from people that are really close to him

- has a huge sweet tooth but never tells anybody

- Needed to learn that his feelings and wants are just as valid as everyone else's (mav helped him a lot with that)

- was an A student in school ( caused by the pressure of his father)

- the first time Mav saw Ice cry was when the man accidentally broke his little finger in the car door

- allergic to coconut

- There is a certain look the Flyboys love to call "The Kazansky Look" because they always see that particular look on Iceman's face when he looks at Mav and funny enough Ice's mother, babushka and brother (who is already married) have the exact same look on their face when they look/ think at/about their significant other

-loves Billy Joel

-loves Slider like a brother and would do anything for him

-buys stuff for Mav and/or his friends/siblings out of the blue to show them how much they mean to him

[scarebats]

WIP Master List

read finished fics here! 

EVERYTHING IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD.

feel free to ask me questions about any of these!!<;3

if you ask nicely, i will post a sneak preview of whichever fic had been requested on any day (including wip wednesdays).❤️

Pierce My Heart

slicemav because there isnt enough

flower & tattoo shop au cuz all the other ones aren’t finished

love at first sight kinda thing but slider and ice make it like a competition yk

probably gonna have a generous amount of smut

mav and goose are ex-navy (they discharged together after top gun)

will probably turn into a multi-chapter fic

Holding Close

ice invites (read: forces) mav to come with him for christmas

ft. ice’s little sister having a puppy crush on mav

love confessions and fluff!

Bitter With a Hint of Sugar

coffee shop au!

employee!mav and customer!ice but its very possible that ill switch the roles around

ft. slider, goose, & carole over their shit (slooserole)

mav being a cutie and ice having a crush (mav too)

will most likely somehow end up with smut somewhere in the mix

So Much Time

touch starved ice

maverick to the rescue

ice’s love language is touch and mav is there to provide it

tooth rotting fluff with a pinch of angst

Not Quite Over the Edge

sea sick maverick

protective and worried ice

goose lives au!!

sickfic (obviously) with angst

No More Bandages

mav has a burn on his leg from his motorcycle

he doesnt tell anyone cuz yeah

eventually ppl find out and they mad and worried

angst then it turns to fluff

Another Hand To Hold

ice gets married to sarah

mav rlly upset

slider helps physically and emotionally

lots of feelings and angst

icemav pre-fic then slimav during-fic

Catch Me If You Can

‼️NOT THE MOVIE‼️

mav is an instructor at tg and ice is a student (mav would be like early 30s and ice same age as he is in the og movie)

slider being a good friend but at the same time teasing ice

mav definitely knows smth is up but otherwise is oblivious and thinks ice is just being nice

will probably turn into a multi-chapter fic

takes place in the early 90s

goose lives!! (but is no longer in the navy)

In The Car? (I Just Can’t Wait)

dagger!ice w daddy issues

22!mav that ice finds endlessly attractive

he does in fact have a daddy kink for mav

smut featuring top!mav & bottom!ice

will probably turn into a multi-chapter fic

ice is like 34 in this and is a top gun graduate from when he was 28

age difference, which is 34 & 58, don’t read if you’re not comfortable

ft. slider still as his rio

takes place during tg:m, but will most likely end before the mission events

[babygirllinds]

slimav headcannons? i love the babygirl and himbo combo and we truly need more of them 🧸💞 <3<3

omg, hi!!! I’m truly an Icemav girly, but how could you not love Slimav? The size difference alone makes me go feral 🫠 so onto babygirl and himbo HCs!

Mav is truly babygirl in the relationship as everyone says. He’s just so small and cute and Slider wants to do everything he can to protect him. Enter guard dog/himbo boyfriend Sli. He is perfectly fine just letting Mav be a reckless lil shit while he goes and enables him, but is willing to throw down with anyone to get Mav out of trouble.

In Slider’s eyes, Mav can do no wrong.

Slider originally thought Mav was very attractive when they first met, but he saw how Mav affected Ice and immediately backed off. He didn’t want to pursue anything if that meant his best friend was going to give him shit the whole time. So he just sat back and let the rivalry fuel a nice banter between the two.

Which he ended up enjoying tremendously. He liked the way Mav could snap back with equally good comebacks and quips. It keeps them both on their toes and gives them something to look forward to.

After the Layton mission, Slider couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore — hence the way he picks him up like a rag doll and shakes him around after Ice declares them wingmen.

The way Mav is so light (despite being all muscle) in his arms makes the feral part of his brain react. He likes that Mav is small. He just wants to wrap him up and take him away from everything that brings him pain.

When they get together, Mav starts to find out how much of a teddy bear Slider is. He’s warm and constantly has to be touching Mav, which Mav enjoys because he is immensely touch-starved. Slider is also so soft when it’s just them; whispering the sweetest things and caressing Mav’s face while holding eye-contact.

The way Slider’s voice gets all soft has Maverick melting and he’s always finding a way to nudge himself into Slider’s arms and get him talking.

Despite Slider being all sweet with Mav in private, he has to maintain his alpha-male status so he acts all cool and smug in public. He’ll still throw an arm around Mav’s shoulders and pull him close, but instead of cute words being whispered in Mav’s ear, they’re bickering back and forth about something one of the guys brought up.

It never starts an actual fight between them and instead leaves them with built-up passion/aggression for when they get home and into bed 👀

Mav likes to cook for Slider and Slider always appreciates it. He always does the dishes afterwards to make up for the effort Mav took.

When Mav puts a plate in front of him, Slider always says, “This looks amazing babygirl. My own little housewife.” And Mav always blushes bright red because he’s not a girl and he’s not his wife, but the way Slider says it lights a fire in him.

Mav is the little spoon in the relationship, but sometimes Slider just needs to be held in turn and he’ll lay his head on Mav’s chest and blanket his body with his own. He likes the steady rhythm of Mav’s heartbeat because it reminds him that they’re there and safe while Mav scratches whatever part of Slider’s back he can reach and plays with his hair.

Mav actually really enjoys this position because Slider is a nice and comforting weight on his chest and it makes his head delightfully empty and brings him down to earth when he’s thinking too much.

Slider is the furnace in the relationship. Mav’s hands and feet are always cold and he’s constantly shoving them onto Slider’s warm body to heat himself up. Mav always claims he’s never cold, but Slider knows better and makes sure to always bring an extra hoodie for him when they go out or will open in his arms silently for Mav to step into while in the middle of a conversation just because he sees Mav fidgeting off to the side.

What Slider doesn’t know is that Mav deliberately doesn’t bring extra layers because he prefers Slider’s own body heat and just being close to him.

They both really enjoy the way each other smells. Mav’s comment of, “you stink,” was just a way to get under Slider’s skin because he truly enjoys the way the smell of sweat sticks to his skin after a strenuous activity. It always mixes with Slider’s natural woodsy scent and Mav likes to bury his nose into Slider’s chest and just sniff.

Slider can practically smell the leather of Mav’s jacket on his skin after it’s been off for hours and always picks up scents of oil or the way a jet engine smells. It’s almost as if jet fuel was in his blood. It’s enticing and something so Mav.

I have some nsfw HCs too, if y’all want to see them, but these are my more sfw and domestic HCs :)))

[lannisterdaddyissues]

I saw your reblog of the Sound of Music gifset and may I be so bold as to suggest: IceMav Sound of Music AU plus ABO verse?

Alpha!Ice as the slowly thawing captain, omega!Mav as the governess? TG'22 class as the kids?

AHHHHH HELLO FRIEND WELCOME TO MY INBOX THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING IN (and for that delicious gif of christopher plummer as 6 year old me’s dilfsexual awakening… 👀) AND FOR LEAVING SUCH A YUMMY TREAT FOR ME!!!!

i was SO delighted when i saw this ask because if there are two things i love it’s 1) the sound of music and 2) icemav so naturally i would love to combine the sound of music and icemav right? FORTUNATELY i already have discussed this before with both @nicejobkid and @beterparker so i have Thoughts about this.

(i also have so many thoughts about the sound of music being mav’s favorite movie in canon but i can’t find the post i made on that right now so i’m just going to sit quietly and seethe)

but YES icemav sound of music au … the a/b/o verse was NOT included in our original draft but hey, what the hell! i can most certainly get behind it. i don’t have that many ideas for the a/b/o aspect of it right now but i love love LOVE the sound of music aspect of it…

just, ooooh i love the idea of mav being the one to teach ice to open his heart again, and just being so achingly mav that ice is helpless to stop himself from falling so hard and so fast after he starts to dethaw again… i love the idea of the daggers being their kids too bc those kids would ABSOLUTELY try to play matchmaker after things start to heat up between ice and mav… maybe we could have a little fun and spruce the au up with some original scenes too because i just know that hangman would be pushing ice and mav together like barbies, little shit that he is… phoenix too bc anything hangman does she has to do better LOL

and on mav’s side ugh the idea of him developing a very ill-advised crush on his hot boss who wants nothing to do with him is unfortunately so on-brand 😔 especially one he thinks is majorly out of his league (because in this au ice certainly would be)…

it’s interesting to think about how mav’s circumstances might affect his personality a little bit, the same with ice… but the most interesting and wholesome change to explore might be his faith (if one were to stick close to canon and make the abbey his home like maria) vs his sexuality and like… father viper (FATHER VIPER WOULD BE SO FUNNY) giving mav some very supportive lgbt ally parent advice about god loving all his children etc etc <3

maybe that would even be why mav leaves at first bc he’s not just in love with his boss who happens to be engaged to somebody else, he’s in love with a MAN … but love wins in the end and they all live happily ever after <3

anyway since you mentioned a/b/o thoughts like i said, i still don’t have many but uh . there might be something there with captain von trapp’s whistle 😏