#non-binary!mav

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Good morning, handsome! (WIP)

I'm so happy to see how many people are interested in my idea of writing a trans/genderfluid!mav fic. It will still take some time until I'm finished (I'm on vacation rn) but here's a little snippet from the WIP:

In contrast to a sudden shift, a slow shift announces itself softly and over the course of days, sometimes even weeks. The feeling is difficult to explain. The words he used to describe it to Goose and later to Ice go along the lines of anxiety, impending doom, anticipation, relief. Sometimes it's even sadness when he has to let go but would much rather hold on to his current gender although it makes him feel dysphoric. Sometimes it's just really weird and most of the time really depends on the direction of the change and how he's feeling in general.  Today seems to be the last day of a longer period of shifting from being a slightly male but essentially gender-neutral blob to being a guy. As usual with a slow shift he's felt it coming already but this time the actual shift hits him harder than he expected and he feels it to the core of his bones. He hasn't felt like this in quite some time now. For the most part, he just floats somewhere in the middle of the spectrum with an indisputable tilt to the masculine regions. Often, he's a guy with a tint of neutrality. Very rarely, he delves into female territories. But today, he's a guy with no room for discussion, no neutrality, just a guy. 

[themaveriqueagenda]

it's trans+ history week, so i finally have an opportunity to make a detailed post about maverique history.

so here it is:

a detailed timeline of maverique history.

31/05/2014 — @queerascat coined maverique as "a non-binary gender characterized by an��unconventional and unothodox internal sense of self and the interrelationship between that sense of self and society"

15/06/2014 — queerascat reworded the definition as: "a non-binary gender characterized by autonomy and inner conviction regarding a sense of gender which is unorthodox, unconventional and entirely independent of conventional concepts of gender". they created the maverique flag on the same day.

18/06/2014 — tearun suggested maver as an equivalent to man/woman and rique as an equivalent for boy/girl, the latter was never heard of again due to it sounding like "reek"

19/06/2014 — someone suggested mav as an equivalent to boy/girl, @whatdoesenbymean suggested Mv (pronounced "mav") as a title

21/06/2014 — after some confusion, queerascat reworded the definition one last time as "a gender characterized by autonomy and inner conviction regarding a sense of self that is entirely independent of male/masculinity, female/femininity or anything which derives from the two while still being neither without gender nor of a neutral gender"

22/06/2014 — the @maveriques blog was created

24/06/2014 — maveriques posted a CMYK analogy to explain maverique

28/06/2014 — maveriques posted a list of proposed maverique terms

29/06/2014 — someone suggested Mv (pronounced "miv") as a title

06/07/2014 — queerascat uploaded a video about their label change and the term maverique in their youtube channel

12/03/2015 — maveriques clearly defined maverique as not an umbrella term

11/10/2015 — queerascat posted a gender tag video from a maverique perspective on their youtube channel

13/10/2015 — someone suggested maveriquine as an equivalent for masculine/feminine

~2015/16 — there was discourse on aliagender and aporagender being racist, and that maverique was a good term to use instead because it was coined by a Black person, queerascat pushed back against this

31/07/2016 — maverine was suggested as an equivalent to masculine/feminine

18/11/2016 — @moonstruck-melts suggested the earth and sun symbols for maverique, and @feekins suggested pluto as a symbol

03/02/2017 — @the-christian-closet suggested the comet symbol for maverique, mistaking it for an alternative sun symbol

05/02/2017 — maveriques posted a poll asking how people feel about the sun as a maverique symbol

12/02/2017 — maveriques posted the results, with most maveriques liking it but having reservations

24/02/2017 — courage-archive-deactivated2018 / sneer posted the symbol with the two extending arms

17/07/2017 — veriquinity was suggested as an equivalent to masculine/feminine

~2021: the maverique subreddit was created

06/01/2022 — renée yoxon went on the fifty shades of gender podcast to talk about being maverique, trans, nonbinary and genderqueer

06/2022 — reddit user ChaoticStrange suggested a maverique visibility day on 31/05 and others agreed

16/01/2023 — renée yoxon briefly spoke about being maverique on the gender reveal podcast

18/06/2023 — @themaveriqueagenda on tumblr was born

20/08/2023 — themaveriqueagenda on instagram was born

[mygyn]

First of all happy Non Binary Awarness day! To any of my fellow ENBY’s out there!

I’ve been thinking about changing my name for a while now. 3 months. I’ve not felt brave enough to do it on Facebook even though I’ve de- friended soo soo many humans. The weird Christian pull and shame still has a hold of me in some ways..

But I did take a step in the right direction and changed it on tik tok. 100% panicked and feeling all the feelings but you can’t uncharge things on Tik- Tok for a week

I now need ice cream or maybe an Ice Mav fic 😂 yes I think I’m going to go and re read one of my fav’s. And get ice cream or alcohol.All the above are acceptable coping mechanisms right 😂

[pollyna]

Navy regs are in books that quote books that quote books. Ron has all of them somewhere in the house, with Tom's precise handwriting pointing out all the spelling issues and doing the theoretical maths his degree didn't help him to understand. In a less neat calligraphy, in some pages, Nick's notes are mixed with doodles and his own notes. Of Annapolis he will forever remember the heat and the hours in class, before their callsigns, when Nick used to make him late because he had to kiss him one minute more and Tom had the most convenient, and convicing, excuse for them.

(Maybe he could find some of those books and show them to Bradley the next time he's going to come around. He could probably appreciate them? Or maybe he should ask Maverick?)

Regs say no tattoo, but regs say a lot of shit Ice used to correct back then and that he corrected during the years. Regs say no tattoos, and Tom said they were stupid, so Ron got his first, then his second, and half of his right sleeve. The only people who know of them are his friends, his doctors, his mirror and his tattoo artist. Having to wear a shirt all day, and a jacket for most of it, has its advantages, even if he fucking hates being an admiral most of the time. But it's almost time; another couple of years, and he's going to retire and never again put a foot on a Navy base.

The studio isn't the biggest in town, but Ron knows the artist and their dad, and they are both the best for what he needs. He's so focused on the piece of paper between his hands that he almost misses two young women saluting him, with a half-panicked Adrmial Kerner, sir!

At ease, Lieutenants, glad to see someone knows where to get good ones. He smiles because he knows they shouldn't be there, but he shouldn't be either, so it's not really a problem. He's going to add something when something, someone, hugs his leg and has all his attention. Oh, who do we have here? George? You're so big now, boy! he picks up the kid. Mom is waiting for you! he points towards one of the rooms, and, in less than five steps he takes, George tells him all he can fit in, and it's a lot.

(Ron finds himself wondering if Bradley was the same at that age.)

So you're already back for the next piece, uhuh? a voice asks. You know, I can't live without you, hon, he answers, laughing loudly. They laugh with him, but it dies when he passes them the piece of paper. I'm so sorry, Ron, they murmur, and he finds himself smiling lightly, trying not to cry again, thank you Carly.

He takes off his jacket and then his shirt, and his right arm is colorful but not whole. Are you ready, big guy? they smile, dipping the tattoo gun in the red ink as ready as I was the first time he answers. Carly draws and talks, asking questions about the kid (he's a man now and he's almost as tall as me), about the kids (if they destroyed the base while I was gone, at least they're going to let me retire), about Tom and there, Ron has to take a breath because it fucking hurts. He doesn't know if it's the point they're working on or missing Tom or both, but he has to ask Carly to stop for a minute. (He was-the last few days were the hardest. Did you know he used to write mathematical formulas when he was bored during lessons? He and Nick were good friends, Tom was the reason behind the Mother Goose. I miss him. I miss them all Carly). Almost five hours have passed by the time it's done, and by that point they're humming random songs and listening to the description of the rock George found outside his school that same morning. All done, Admiral. You already know what you have to do, right? I'd like to see you next week to check on some of the edges around the elbow, but it's already looking pretty great. Ron barely hears her because he's so intent on looking at his arm, where now Tom's name is adorning his arm, just inches away from Nick and Carole's. Yeah, yeah whenever you want Carl'.

(It's seven in the evening and the cemetery is empty. The bouquet is a happy one, and his shirt leaves are already up. It's done, I finally finished it. He starts and you're here all together now. I miss both of you. I hope Tom's there too. I hope you're all okay now.)

The regs say no tattoos, and Tom said fuck 'em all, and now they are all there while he flies and teaches and lives another day, under his uniform and out in the open.

[galactic-procyon]

Rebranding Babey!

Sweetkitden ——> Space-Mavcoon

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

All is Fair

Loud pounding on the door along with a muffled voice woke me up. My head throbbed of a hangover, pounding so hard my eyes hurt. I groaned, taking the pillow underneath my head and flipping it over my face for cover.

The pounding still continued, more persistent than last time. "Rooster." I grumbled through the pillow. Not even a movement.

I lifted my pillow up just enough to see Roosters sleeping body, not moving at all. "Rooster." I said a little louder. Nothing happened. Man, he slept like a rock.

I took the pillow from my head and smacked him in the face with it. Rooster jumped awake with a gasp. "Rooster. The door." I groaned in agony, pulling the blanket over my head.

I heard rooster mutter under his breath and the weight from his side of the bed lifted. I stayed in my secluded blanket hole as the pounding continued.

"I'm coming!" He yelled at the door as he stumbled to slip his boxers on. I popped my head out from under the blanket long enough to give him a jab. "You already did."

I quickly covered my head with the blanket again just in time for me to feel a thump. I removed my head from the blanket and grabbed the pillow that rooster had thrown at me and put it behind my head.

"Mav? What the hell?"

My eyes widened into shock. My heart dropped into my stomach and suddenly I thought I might be sick. I sunk a little further into the bed and did my best to cover my face.

I heard heavy footsteps come from the hallway and saw a flash of a person walk by. "Have you seen y/n?" His voice echoed around the walls of the room. 

"Sure. Come on in." I heard Rooster say sarcastically.

"Her car is still at the base but there's no sign of her anywhere. I thought surely hangman would know where she was but he didn't seem to know either." Maverick sounded panicked, like he was truly worried.

Rooster walked by the bedroom door and leaned in and grabbed the doorknob. He mouthed 'be quiet' to me before shutting the door. I felt safer behind the closed door. I reached for my phone and to check for messages.

I cursed myself, putting my phone down and deciding not to answer Hangman. I was a little mad at Phoenix for telling him but I wouldn't want him to worry about where I was.

"I don't know, I've kind of been out all night." I faintly heard rooster say. I slowly crept out of bed, wrapping myself in a smaller throw blanket and making my way towards the door to eavesdrop.

"You went out? It looks like you stayed and drank. You look like shit."

"Aw, thanks Mav."

There was silence for a brief moment and the sounds of heavy booted feet walking on the wooden floors. "Seriously, what did you do here?"

"Hey don't try to parent me now. What I do on my own time is my business."

"Whatever you say, Brad."

"She did text me though, sent me a screenshot of what you told her about being on call. Which is why I enjoyed my night."

There was silence for a moment before Maverick spoke again. "Okay. Thank you. Let me know if you hear from her?"

"I will. I'll see you at base."

The footsteps grew louder as they reached the door, causing me to instinctively take a step back. The front door opened and then closed. I let go of the breath that I was holding and felt my racing heart slow down.

The door to the bedroom swung open and Rooster stood there white as a ghost. "That was horrible."

"I'm so sorry." I said while holding back laughter.

"God I felt like a teenager." Rooster chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. I laughed at him while putting my head on his chest.

"A teenager?"

"Yes! A teenager hiding their girlfriend from their dad." He chuckled.

"Girlfriend?" I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. I knew that's not what he meant, but I wouldn't turn down an opportunity to push his buttons.

"That's- it's not-" Rooster stumbled on his words, his face red with fluster. I laughed at him. "I know what you meant."

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows together and moved his hands down under my butt to scoop me up in the air. I smiled while looking down at his face. "You're such a sweetheart, you know?" He said sarcastically.

"I know."

•••

"Attention on deck!"

Our late morning briefing was happening In the airplane hangar, similar to our first mission briefing. I sat in the back row, hangman and Coyote at the table in front of me and directly beside me was Fanboy and Payback. The group of pilots stood up at attention as cyclone's presence was recognized.

"At ease." He instructed us once he took his place at the podium. The pilots took their seats, I rested my elbows on my table. I knew what was coming already, but I was anxious to know more.

"Upon receiving more information from our intel, our mission date is fast approaching. Our internal source has informed us that the enemy air base will be vacant for a brief 45 minute window. We are not sure when, but we do know it will be this week. With this new information we are requiring all aviators to be prepared to be on call."

Fanboy raised his hand and was called on by cyclone. "What does that mean for us?"

"Your outfit and gear must be on and up to the regulation military standards, and each aviator will be on the aircraft carrier within 5 minutes. To make departure more efficient, your planes will already be loaded into the carrier. During daylight hours this shouldn't be a problem, when you're sleeping is when your decisions really impact your efficiency. Some sleep in their uniform, others sleep in their undershirts with their uniform on hand and ready to go."

Cyclone looked around the group. Nobody raised their hand, it seemed that nobody had any questions. The tension in the room thickened, the realness of the missions presence settling into their minds.

"As for training, Captain Mitchell will continue to coach you through exercises but to prevent the destruction of incredibly valuable and expensive equipment we are placing a restriction on aircrafts. No more than 2 aircrafts in the air at a time, including a trainer and trainee duo, for no more than 30 consecutive minutes without switching both pilots. Now, Captain Mitchell will brief you all on the mission dynamics."

Cyclone excused himself from the podium and Maverick stepped up. Being significantly shorter than cyclone, he moved the microphone down before speaking. "Good morning aviators. After watching you and flying with you, I have made a decision on the teams for this mission. I will stay on the aircraft carrier on standby. Dagger team A, coming in from the north will be Fanboy and Payback, and Coyote. Dagger team B, coming in from the west will be Hangman, and Phoenix and Bob. Dagger team C, coming in from the south will be Rooster and Wolf."

The pilots silently looked around the room at their teammates. Rooster looked back at me and our eyes connected. He gave me a small nod which I returned to him. We had expected us to be partners based on what Maverick had told Rooster.

"We will meet after lunch in the screening room to strategize the mission. The days leading up to departure you will practice with your partner. And uh..." mavericks voice trailed off as he looked at Cyclone and Warlock that stood off to the side. Cyclone gave him a nod. Mavericks attention turned back to the pilots on the deck.

"That's all. You're dismissed."

I rose from my seat, flattening out my uniform when a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. Hangman had turned around and taken my wrist in his hand. "We need to talk." He whispered quietly to me.

I sighed. "Look I'm sorry I didn't text you back but what I do in my free time isn't your business." I whispered back.

"It's not about that, we should switch partners."

"What? Why?"

"Come on y/n, you know we're the best. We'd be in and out in no time. Plus rooster and Phoenix are good buddies, it would be fine."

"Jake. It wasn't my decision, it was based on mavericks evaluation. Plus, We would kill each other."

"I'm just worried he would hold you back."

"Like I'd be any better with you to hang me out to dry?"

"Is there a problem?" A new voice joined the conversation. Both Hangman and I stopped our whisper argument to look over at rooster. He had his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised.

"No. Everything's fine the way it is." I snapped in Hangman's face, intending to make a jab at the conversation I just had. My head was boiling, Hangman frustrated me beyond belief with that conversation. Though this was different, it was the same feeling of him getting on my nerves but his approach was different.

On a normal day, Hangman would be telling me rooster would hold me back, but he would never offer to switch partners. In fact if we were partners he would do everything in his power to switch.

"Wolf!" I was drawn from the depths of my mind by a voice calling me down the hall. I turned around to see Maverick jogging up to me. I instinctively looked over his shoulder and then over mine to make sure cyclone wasn't around.

"What's up Mav?" I asked.

"Did I see you and hangman get into it back there?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Same shit, different day."

Maverick chuckled and put his hands in his pockets. "Glad to see nothing has changed. Listen, I wanted to ask if you agreed with the partnering for the mission."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise at his question. "You're the professional here. Whatever you say goes, right?"

"Right I just- I don't know. It seems selfish but, I wanted to put you and Bradley together because I know you'll keep each other safe. I can't lose either of you. But if there's any reason you think you won't be a good team-"

"Mav," I put a hand on his shoulder mid sentence to get him to stop. "Rooster and I will be fine. Don't worry."

He smiled at me. A smile that truly showed how anxious he was about this mission. Probably because he would be on standby and not flying this mission. I understand the feeling of needing to protect everybody. After his event with his best friend Goose, it must be difficult. "We'll be great." I reassured him one more time.

"I know you will. I'll see you in the screening room." Maverick turned on heel and left swiftly. There was still the concern of nepotism looming over us. It made trying to connect with Maverick difficult. I saw him here at work all the time but I couldn't talk to him. If I did it had to be in secret. Now with the on call requirement I couldn't leave base, and after the mission is over I will be going home.

Home... would I go home? My biological father is here. I love my step father, but I live by myself in my hometown. I only see him every so often. Maybe I could move him here? He has always loved the beach. Being here and learning about Maverick and his family has made me feel more connected to my mother. I could stay here and work at Top Gun until my next deployment.

My feet carried me back around to the cafeteria for lunch. I entered the cafeteria and saw the lunch room at a bit of a divide. I chose to sit with fanboy, Phoenix and Bob and rooster. I knew that they would help lighten my mood.

"So then, I said to him, buddy, I'm the woman in the plane." Apparently I had missed Phoenix's whole story about a man thinking she was just a mission control operated or a teacher or something. I smiled and laughed along although I didn't know how the conversation got there in the first place.

The nerves were setting in. I don't remember the last time I had a mission this high stakes, and especially growing closer to these people In the process. I just hoped that everything would go smoothly.

Next Chapter

[soggywert]

I'm new to your blog, but jeez I absolutely love your Top HCs.

Is there any possibility that you elaborate on trans Mav and bob? Only if you want to, no pressure at all.

TRANS!MAV AND TRANS!BOB

Thank you so much, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the content so far! :) I hope to be pushing out some more hcs at some point

I’d love to elaborate, ofc! I could probably only do it in a list of just random thoughts on the two of them So I guess this calls for:

TRANS MAV AND TRANS BOB HCS EXTENDED VERSION (ft: nb Phoenix):

- Bob was out to Phoenix during their first kickboxing lessons (explained in next tg:m hc post!)

- Phoenix was so chill about it, and they actually ended up approaching Bob afterwards to ask about non-binary identity. Bob didn’t know much either, so they hung out after class to learn more about it. Give or take a few months, and Phoenix comes out as nb with she/they pronouns. 

- Phoenix borrows Bob’s old binders some days when they’re feeling a bit dysphoric

- Bob is one of the better rugby players out of the team, and when it comes to team picking, both usually fight for whos turn it is for Bob to be on

- Rooster was first to know about Bob and was so happy for him. They had classes together before Dagger Squad and grew close, so it was good to know Bob trusted him with that info. He’s so over protective and will jump to Bob’s side if someone dares say anything that gives the impression of them being transphobic It did remind him of Maverick a lot, and actually made him reconsider seeing him again, but always doubled down on that idea because of the papers incident

- Hangman was chill when finding it out, but was very new to the whole thing. For once, he wasn’t an asshole about something.

- Bob and Hangman are both from somewhere in the more southern states, you can hear it in their accents. So, like, hear me out: Hangman finds out about this and gets him a trans themed cowboy hat where it looks like a normal hat, but the liner on the inside is white, blue and pink themed. It’s custom, and thought it would be a nice gift. Bob actually really appreciates it and wears it where he can

- change room situation is that Bob uses the bathroom to change and get ready, because they now have individual bathrooms for people. It makes it easier than a stall, like most other places. 

- Vice Admiral Cyclone has ALWAYS been there to look after Bob and give him as much opportunity as possible. He always saw so much potential in him and did not want anyone else to push that down. He’s, in a sense, a bit of Bob’s own guardian angel, minus Bob getting into as much trouble as Maverick does.

on topic of mav, heres his hcs 

- Maverick was very very closeted and didn’t tell anyone when he first entered the navy. The first person to know was Carole, because they were both so open to each other about things and became very close. That was the one secret Carole could keep from Goose, till Mav told him.

- When Goose found out, he was over the moon that Mav felt he could trust him enough to know. Just like Roos and Bob, he became so protective over Mav. Both Carole and Goose were. It’s the Bradshaw way. If it was a comment about Mav’s height? Younger Goose in the early days would have threatened to knock a few teeth out. The two of them came to the conclusion that maybe fighting insults with sarcasm and wit was probably the safest way around things

THE ‘LADIES ROOM’ COMMENT ICE MADE (a thread)

- Ice did not know about Mav being trans. LET’S MAKE THAT CLEAR

- Ice and Mav making eye contact the whole time during their first debrief had been Mav’s first experience with what he thought was subtle transphobia. He hadn’t had this in a good long time, since he started T. 

- Ice was just curious with Maverick, and sent him one of his classic smiles because his gaydar was going crazy. Though when he heard the ‘just wondering... who’s the best?’ from Maverick, he came to the conclusion it was gonna be back and forth banter. The whole arrogant pilot scene honestly was just </3 miscommunication

- When Ice made the ladies room comment, Mav felt panic hit him harder than a brick. The dread crawl down his spine. He felt outed. How did this guy know? Was he gonna risk getting Goose and his ass kick out of Top Gun? Goose gripping onto his shoulder and doing that fake laugh grounded him, though. It past over everyones heads, it seemed.

- Mav by the end of the day felt horrible, so when Goose got him home, he didn’t leave till he knew Mav was feeling better. The watched bad tv shows together, got stuff off their chest. Mav tried not to cry over it

(END OF THREAD)

- okay now anyway when Ice found out he ended up apologising; over it, because he felt genuinely pretty shit realising the context.

- Mav usually changed in more private areas, and always had showers at home. He used his ocd (hc from pt 4 of my hc series) as an excuse for hygiene contamination

- ICE AND GOOSE WHERE LIKE MAVS PERSONAL BODY GUARDS - say something rude? Your ass is grass.

- Viper always looked out for Mav, ever since he was younger. He was keeping tabs on the kid after Duke died; when he found Mav was trans, he didn’t stop at nothing to try slipping him into the navy (he may be just a commander, but he has friends who are higher ups)

MAVERICK AND BOB HCS COMBO

- Maverick and Bob talk about the how protective Bradshaw’s are </3

- all throughout the dog fight rugby, Mav kept checking in on Bob to see how he was doing.

- The mavdad impulsiveness takes over when another person, even if it’s sarcastic or not entirely directed at Bob, says an insult.

- I feel ike i’ve already said this but Mav and Bob giving each other tips; and Bob helping Mav realise things are different now and he doesn’t have to be so discrete EVEN GETS MAV SOME HANDMADE PRIDE + PRONOUN PINS FOR WHEN PRIDE MONTH COMES AROUND

- OFTEN FOUND TALKING ABOUT THEIR GUARDIAN ANGELS. when Mav found out Cyclone was Bob’s guardian angel, he was so confused

- apart from Mav and Rooster, Bob is one of the closest people Mav has, because they genuinely treat each other liek family. They’ve both had similar yet so different life experiences, and they’ve become so close from them

- hear me out: Mav: do you want to play catch, son? Bob, tearing up at the father/son stereotypes he’s been included in: yeah, dad.

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I don’t know why but now Mav and Dagger Squad fam is giving me We’re the Millers vibes.

ALSO PRIDE MONTH DAGGER SQUAD

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Okay, I think this a wrap for the trans mav and bob hcs :) I wrote this a bit sleep deprived so it might not flow too well fdhgf; I hope you’ve enjoyed these hcs, and they’ve elaborated on a few more things I hope to be releasing the new tg:m hcs pt 5 soon (holy shit, there’s 5 of them already) and maybe, just maybe, some art and an animation 

HAVE A LOVELY DAY FDHDFHFG

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Top Gun: Maverick hcs: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692152151697473536?source=share

IceMav Ice Rink Date (tumblr and ao3(better) ver) Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/693824783775907840?source=share Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41331882

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[andromedabrandt]

( adelaide kane ,  non-binary ,  she / they . ) ANDROMEDA BRANDT has sworn to defend the kingdom of rivell all of their days . the TWENTY-EIGHT year old dragon rider ( NOBLE . ) is one with a dragon who bares the name ( ECHO . )  may the kingdom always know peace with them in the sky .  

��       hey there! so i considered trying to go a bit more fancy but for now please accept this as an alternative! the flow is a little fonky but i’m honestly a bit rusty. this is also fairly short so i’m certain i’ve missed some things in here, so feel free to hit me with any questions you have~

trigger warnings: death ( mentions ), slight child neglect themes?

⫸ andromeda is the second-born child of two noble lines, and the heir apparent to the brandt family titles.     ➤ elias glowren - the second son to the glowren line, a family that was elevated to nobility when elias’ grandfather was a young man. elias passed when andromeda was around ten, but the child hadn’t grown terribly attached to their father - most of their ‘mourning’ was for the loss their younger siblings felt.     ➤ lelliana brandt - the brandt line can be traced back to the legend of the firebrand - a woman said to have the heart and soul of a dragon, who courted kings and queens and danced in flames and smoke. the family has made a half-hearted attempt to distant themselves from the story, though they do note that each generation has their own firebrand - in her generation, that was lelliana. a well-known dragon rider, lelliana has always been ready and willing at a moment’s notice to jump on the back of her dragon and do whatever the kingdom needed, and as such she was often away from home as her children were growing up. in spite of this, andromeda’s grandmother always said the child was practically an echo of their mother.

⫸ andromeda’s older sibling ( wanted connection ) was initially the heir to the brandt name, but after they were disowned the burden honor fell to andromeda.

⫸ andromeda had a twin brother named maverick - as children the two were attached at the hip, and most often could be found running after their older sibling. while both were initially eager to learn and grow with dragons, mav never quite took to the creatures the way andi did - he tried, and even made it so far as to pass his trial, but in the end attempting the merge ended horribly for him and the dragon he was paired with. 

⫸ andromeda and echo were paired from the beginning, their personalities blending together perfectly. the dragon has another name, but neither of the two can actually remember what it was - “echo” started as a joke between them, as the comment of andromeda being an echo of their mother carried over onto the pair, and something about it always sent them into laughter.

⫸ after they merged the two stayed fairly close to home, occasionally joining in on quests and offering what aid they could when needed while still being close enough andromeda could check in on their younger siblings.

vague random details

⫸ will answer to andromeda, andi, or brandt - mother calls the meda. 

⫸ will not respond to feminine honorifics ( lady, ma’am, miss, etc. ), but doesn’t actually mind feminine pronouns.

⫸ generally keeps their hair ( which is around knee-length, a deep brown with a slight redish tint ) in some form of braid or another, or at the very least tied back out of their face

⫸ has a faint scar under one eye and across the bridge of their nose, most others are typically hidden by their clothes.

⫸ loves the water, never learned how to swim.

[tk-strand-stan]

Here is yall a full introduction about me because I'm still new to tumblr and things.

Hi! I'm Asher! I also go by Jack, Mav (Short for Maverick), Demon, Montgomery, Void, and Stiles. I just prefer Asher. If you want to call me something else, Please ask first and respect if I say no. I'm 14! Turning 15 in November. I have Extreme Anxiety which causes me to also have panic/anxeity attacks and I also have Minor OCD, ADHD, and Dyslexia. I apologize in advance if I misspell things. I hyperfixate on Supernatural (no where near as much as I used to), Teen Wolf ( Tied for my favorite show) , All American (Also Tied for my favorite show),Pretty Little Liars (Also tied for my favorite show), Criminal Minds, DSMP, 13 Reasons Why, and TMR. I also am kinda on a mission to collect all my favorite shows on dvd. Still got teen wolf and pll to get. Please remember I am a minor.

Gender:Cis-Male/ DemiBoy/ Non Binary Genderfaun (AMAB)

Sexuality: Grey/Bisexual (Gay Lean), Unlabled Romantic. Open to poly.

Pronouns: He/They/Asher (He/Him or using one of my names is preferred but anything besides she/her is alright)

Time Zone: CST

Comfort Characters: Jack Kline (SPN), Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken (Teen Wolf), Jordan Parrish (Teen Wolf), Asher Adams (All American), Jordan Baker (All American), JJ (All American), Penelope Garcia (CM), Sapnap (DSMP), Regina Mills (OUAT), Ella Montgomery (PLL), and Mike Montgomery (PLL).

Comfort Media: Teen Wolf, House MD, Venom (Movie), OG Charmed, PLL, and The Fairly OddParents.

Kins: Jack Kline, Stiles Stilinski, Asher Adams, Mike Montgomery, Sapnap, Eddie Brock.

My Tumblr is asher-the-teen-wolf-stan.

I'm also a Monty (I DO NOT condone his actions nor do I excuse them. Some of them are inexcusable BUT that does not mean I hate him. He is no where near as bad as some people in this show. I hate him for what he did to tyler but I like his chatacter development and think he genuinely feels bad for what he did and with the help of winston, he wouldve tried to make things right if he didnt die in prison),Tony, Alex, and Justin stan from 13rw.

I have triggers but I honestly dont think they are bad enough to bring up so I'll just give you my really bad ones. These are the ones that will give me like instant panic or anxiety attacks.

-Bashing Cody Christian or Dylan O brien. (Just please no)

- ||Teeth|| Talk.

- Yelling

- Bashing of Teen wolf, Comfort characters that I listed in my intro, And Pretty Little Liars (I know that some things in it are bad but it's a show that I love so please...) or any of my comfort media that I said in my intro in general.

- Mom Jokes.

- Heated Arguing.

- Undermining Monty But Praising Bryce. This is just hypocrisy and it pisses me off.

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

If anybody cares, I'm writing a little trans/non-binary/genderfluid Mav slice of life fic at the moment with Ice being the most affirmative boyfriend on earth.

Pretty much self-indulgent fluff but maybe somebody wants to read it when I'm done with it.

[shikakunaras]

I was tagged by @queer-naruto to list 13 that happened to me in 2020, (<3) 

I went camping for the first time (and hiking :| ) 

Got a boyfriend <3

Went to a 4 year school to get my second degree 

Was able to prove to myself that I can live on my own

Fixed my laptop without any help

Got a Switch - my first console just for me

Developed a close bond with my little brother

Met Mav whomst is my best friend <3

Got on an official college Dean’s list :) 

Wrote so many fics and participated in a bunch of Naruto weeks

Realized that I lost a lot of my childhood and decided to go back to the things that used to make me happy - ie the Naruto Obsession. 

Ran two Naruto themed weeks for side characters and had a blast 

Came to terms with my gender related issues (kinda pfft) and came out as Non-Binary

I was actually surprised I could come up with this many positives and it kinda made me feel better about myself. 

I tag - @narutomaki, @hiddenrocklee, @alumort, @spnkakashi, and @missy-mistress if ya wanna

[mavmax]

70-80

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

“Monogamous. I do respect open-ended relationships. Too much work for me, though.”

71: Have you ever been dumped?

“Surprisingly no. Actually, not surprisingly. The moment I have like the feeling shit’s going down hill, I respectfully peace out and it’s not a flex, but it’s why I’m on good terms with the majority of my exes. Like...some shit isn’t reparable because of different ideals, mindsets, life paths, and that’s okay.” 

72: What do you most like about making out?

“Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals, take notes here,” Mav began with a knowing smirk. “I do this thing where I pull the girl closer, I let my hand rest on the small of her back for a few moments and I let my hand slowly slide up her back. Most times, it gets her to shiver and she has to pull away to take a breath. That breathlessness...is the best part. With guys, you let your hand rest on his neck for a few moments, then, you tangle your hand in his hair, okay? Just do that, give it one tug. Just one, and a good one, not too hard either if you wanna keep it light, and he’ll go crazy. He’ll be just as breathless.” 

73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

“Yeah...that was a pretty fun summer too.” 

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

“About 9/10 times I’ve initiated it. The one time, she just grabbed my head and went in full force...and I hated it so. If anyone wants to switch that up for me, hmu.” 

75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

“Since you all think I’m an impulsive sex-crazed maniac...I’ll have you know, I actually find people’s minds their most attractive trait. The physical’s just a bonus.” 

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

“My astronomy professor saying thank you for emailing me the study guide earlier since I have a basketball tournament. Before fuckin’ crashing on the couch.” 

77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

“Wow, thanks for calling me out. Yeah, at the Halloween Bar Crawl.”

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

“Yup. Halloween Bar Crawl. Then again, everyone was drunk, so who gives a shit, you know?” 

79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

“See, I saw this TikTok and I actually agree with the message of it. Cause I could say fuck no, but then what if someone comes along that’s really great and then I wind up actually caring for the kid just as much as their parent you know?” 

[brandstifter-sys]

Maverique Deceit hcs? Yeah because I am self-projecting again

Fuck the gender quadrinary!! (F/M/Both/None)

Ya mav doesn't care about pronouns except it/its (that would be a no)

Gender stems from an internal conviction. Deceit is in tune with boself and refuses to look to society to define his gender

Edwardian villain to lawyer to morticia to voltaire in the span of a few days.

As long as bo's covered in black, clothes are just fabrics meant to look good.

Confuses Patton to no end but it's not like he's not trying to learn how to show some respect.

Roman takes advantage of the loose pronoun rules and opts to use fae/faer/faers because of Deceit's beauty and impishness. Deceit loves it too much

Logan is confused but accepting. Will pick Deceit's brain for psychology reasons if left unattended.

Remus is wide open with his support, making a yellow orange and white snake as a present. His name is Bret

As long as he can get raunchy Remus is a-ok!

Virgil is secretive about his direct support—the knit hat, gloves, and scarf with boas flag was just obvious enough from the genderqueer spidey

Virgil made up a set of pronouns that was "supposed to be a jab" and Deceit loves them more than bo wants to admit. (bo/boa/boas/boself)

Deceit prefers bo/boa he/him and they/them. Roman gets a free pass because his reasoning is too sweet.

Deceit has an orange and white flower on boas favorite hat since bo has enough yellow

Bo will fight a bitch over boas gender and will verbally murder anyone wants claims non-binary=agender. It can but not in boas case

Has as much stuff with his flag as possible

[genderfluxpositivity]

Hello, so I have a question. For a long time I identified as genderflux. But as of late I feel like my gender changed, somehow. I just stopped thinking about it, all pronouns seem fine for me, when I look in the mirror I just see 'me' or 'a human'. I thought about identifying as agender, but it doesn't fit. Is there any other word or lable for just not caring about it all? And can ppl constantly calling me 'she' (which I don't mind) somehow change how I feel about seeing myself?

Neutrois is a non-binary gender identity which is often associated with a "neutral" or "null" gender. It may also be associated with genderlessness, and shares many similarities with agender - people who consider themselves neutrally gendered or genderless, but some may identify as both, while others may prefer one term or the other.

Androgyne is a non-binary gender identity associated with androgyny. Androgynes have a gender which is simultaneously feminine and masculine, although not necessarily in equal amounts.

Gendervoid is the lack of contact with any gender. Similar with agender/genderless.

Aporagender (from Greek apo, apor "separate" + "gender") is a nonbinary gender identity and umbrella term for "a gender separate from male, female, and anything in between (unlike Androgyne) while still having a very strong and specific gendered feeling" (that is, not an absence of gender or agender).

Maverique (pronounced mav-reek) is a specific nonbinary gender identity "characterized by autonomy and inner conviction regarding a sense of self that is entirely independent of male/masculinity, female/femininity or anything which derives from the two while still being neither without gender nor of a neutral gender."

Here are some labels that might help! 

And with that last question I’m not sure. Possibly? Even though you don’t mind it it’s possible it isn’t causing gender euphoria, which could affect your mental health, your comfort, and possibly your identity. If you’re in a position where you can try out new pronouns and presentation I would try! 

~Oleander 💖

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Missed Call

Once Maverick finished his speech the crowd erupted into cheers. He was his usual charming and quippy self. What I learned that I didn't know before was that this was a fundraiser for Disabled and Homeless veterans. I made sure to drop whatever cash I had on me into the donation box on my way to find Hangman.

It didn't take me long to find him. He was outside where the pavement met the sand, staring off at the star filled horizons. The cold ocean chill hit my bare arms and I crossed my arms over my body.

I approached him from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder to announce my arrival. "You missed Mav's speech."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

I turned to fully face him now, my heels sinking slightly into the sands. We made eye contact. He gave me a small and weak smile, one that wasn't a genuine Jake smile.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

Hangman looked down at me with a smile on his face. It looked like a sad smile, the kind of smile that someone has when they have to be happy for someone else getting the job they wanted. Or maybe it was a sad longing.

"Everything's perfect y/n. Don't worry about me." He tried his best to reassure me, but I wasn't buying it. I shifted my weight to one hip and raised my eyebrow at him. A face that clearly stated; seriously?

Hangman chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "I should know better than to try and hide it from you, shouldn't I."

"Yes you should." I responded quickly. "Go on, out with it."

Hangman sighed, pausing before he talked. It looked like he was searching for the words to say. He chuckled to himself after finally finishing his thinking.

"I'm jealous of Bradshaw."

"Jealous?"

Hangman crossed his arms and looked down at me. "Don't get me wrong, for the longest time, I hated you."

"Thanks." I responded with a dry, sarcastic tone.

"You're welcome. I hated you because, well because you were exactly like me. Only better, but I'd never admit to it. But then we went our separate ways. Every now and again I would catch myself thinking about you, on dates or when I got into relationships. None of them challenged me or pushed me in the way that you did. I craved that feeling, but never found it. So when I heard you were going to be on this mission I thought that maybe this would be my chance to see if my feelings were real."

I was floored by Hangman's words. I had not seen this side of him before. His stance was closed off and he avoided eye contact completely. He acted sheepish, embarrassed. "We're they?" I asked tentatively.

"I don't know." He admitted. "Before I got the chance to figure that out you were running off with Bradshaw." He spoke with a little distaste in his voice. He sighed before continuing.

"But after we had gotten into one of our fights I realized, if I truly cared about you, you shouldn't be with me."

"Because we would rip each others heads off?" I finished his sentence with a playful tone to my voice, trying to deflect with humor. Hangman chuckled in response.

"I think you would beat me to it first."

Hangman and I laughed. I felt guilty, I hadn't known that he felt that way. Had I been playing with his feelings? Stringing him along unintentionally?

"Jake..."

He held his hand up before I could continue what I was going to say. "Don't say anything Wolf. You don't have to worry, we're still friends."

I looked at him with my eyebrows pushed together in a sad way that asked are you sure. She smiled at me and wrapped a hand around my shoulders and squeezed me in a side hug.

"Come on, you're cold. Which means you don't have enough alcohol in you." He teased as we walked back to the building together.

~~~

After dropping Hangman back off at base I went back to Bradley's. I opened the door to the dark house with a sigh. Every time I came home I hoped I would see Bradley sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I used to be fine being alone, completely content actually. I enjoyed it. I don't know why so much has changed since the accident. I felt like I was suddenly too dependent on Bradley's presence.

I undressed and slipped into some comfortable shorts and one of Bradley's shirts that he left behind. It was entirely too big on me. One thing I would always be grateful for though is a bed all to myself.

I found myself often not sleeping well, but tonight was particularly rough. I had a nightmare that I woke up from in a cold sweat, the feeling of panic completely encased over me. I looked around the dark room, only the moonlight peeking through the blinds.

I looked at Bradley's side of the bed, sadness falling over me. It was so hard and crushing that I almost instantly started crying without a rhyme or reason. I stood up and grabbed a tote bad. I threw a change of clothes, the essential toiletries and grabbed my uniform from the dryer. I slipped on my boots and didn't bother to tie them. With tears still in my eyes I got in the mustang and drove over to Mavericks house.

I pulled up into the driveway and fished out the spare key that he got for me and unlocked the door. I slowly creaked the door open only to be met by Penny's dog. He barked a couple times until I said his name to get him to calm down.

"Hey buddy, it's just me." I reassured him as he wagged his tail back and forth, licking my hands. I heard the floors above creaking and cursed to myself for waking somebody up. Slowly, Maverick crept his way down the stairs and we made eye contact.

"It's just me." I reassured him. He seemed to let out a breath of air in relief.

"Everything okay, kid?" He asked. I walked over to the couch and sat down, putting my head in my hands.

"Yeah. I just don't want to be alone."

I heard mavericks feet thump on the hardwood over to me and he sat down on the couch next to me. He put an arm around me and pulled me into him. I rested my head on his shoulder while he rubbed my back gently.

"Have you heard anything from Bradley?" He asked. I shook my head in response.

"Nope." I said, popping the "p". "Have you?"

"No." There was a silence between us that I could tell we were both worried.

"He's okay. We know that for sure." That was true, we haven't gotten a letter about him being injured or worse, officers showing up at either of our houses. He was just, MIA. Honestly, I would rather have the officers than keep wondering.

"I can blow up the air mattress for you?" Maverick offered. I shook my head.

"No that's okay. I'll just stay on the couch."

"Alright if you're sure." He paused, pushing up with his knees to stand up.

"Pete?" I asked.

"Yeah?" He asked eagerly.

"Would you wait here until I fall asleep?"

He smiled at me fondly and nodded. "Of course."

There was an arm chair next to the end of the couch where Maverick sat down. I laid my head down closest to that side of the couch. Maverick reached his hand over the arm chairs and his hand rested on my hairline. He slowly started brushing his hand over my head, in a comforting almost petting motion.

"How's being a teacher going?" Maverick asked.

"It's going okay. I got some pushback from this one student but I think I set him straight."

Maverick chuckled in response. "I wouldn't have any doubts that you did. So you're back in the air?"

I sighed. "Not quite. But I am ready. Hangman helped me get into the air now I just have to fly myself tomorrow."

Maverick hummed in understanding. "It was good to see him last night, I'm glad he came down to help at Top Gun."

"I asked him to come help me get back in the air. I quickly realized that I never want to be in the same plane as him again. That was very motivating."

Maverick chuckled and nodded his head. "I can definitely see that." He paused for a moment before continuing to talk. "How does Bradley feel about him being here? Last I heard he was holding a grudge."

I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know if he read my messages to find out."

Maverick was silent after that. I could tell he wanted to say more, I knew he did. Bradley and I's relationship was sometimes a sensitive topic for us to discuss. It's difficult when you both confide in the same person about the other.

Slowly I drifted to sleep, feeling the comforting feeling of Maverick running his hand through my hair. It was soothing, and made my heart swell with joy. I was truly happy I had him in my life. I hadn't realized what I was missing out on.

~~~ Third person POV

Maverick jumped awake from a vibrating in his pocket. He looked around the room with sleep in his eyes, realizing he had fallen asleep in the chair next to y/n. Maverick pulled out his phone and saw that he was getting a call from an unknown number from overseas. This wasn't entirely uncommon to happen, but he noticed that it was from around the same place that Bradley was shipped off to.

"Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Mav?" The familiar voice on the other side of the phone asked. Maverick widened his eyebrows, surprised that his suspicions were true. He got up from the chair and walked into the other room as to not wake his daughter.

"Bradley? Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine. I don't have a lot of time to talk. I'm on a pay phone."

"Well why the hell haven't you been answering us?" Maverick asked, suddenly wanting to scold him for not updating them that he was okay.

"Y/n has been worried, she's over here right now because she didn't want to be alone." Maverick whisper shouted.

"I'm sorry Mav. I haven't been allowed to use my phone."

"Well why are you calling me and not y/n?"

"She has class tomorrow, she needs to sleep."

"And what about my sleep?" Maverick asked sassily.

"You'll be fine, old man."

Maverick couldn't help but smile at Bradley's never-ending sassiness. There was a commotion on the other end of the line and a few muffled shouts. Maverick heard Bradley yell 'Yes sir!' Before turning his attention back to the phone.

"You'll tell y/n I'm okay?"

"Yes, I will." Maverick sighed sadly.

"Thank you. I have to go, goodbye."

Before Maverick could say goodbye back there was a click and the sound of dial tone. He was mad at Bradley for not calling y/n. She was the one he wanted to be with after all. Maverick looked over to where y/n slept and saw her peaceful face illuminated in the moonlight.

Maybe it was better that she slept. His heart ached thinking about the things she went through, the things she might be struggling with. Maverick walked over to her, bending down and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He moved to the dog that was at the end of the couch, tucked behind her legs. Maverick pet the dogs head with a smile.

"You look after her now, okay boy?" The dogs tail thumped on the couch while Maverick scratched his head.

With one last look at the pair on the couch, he walked towards the stairs to get back to bed with Penny.

Next Chapter

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Hangover Cure

Third person omniscient POV

Rooster woke up with a nauseous feeling, instantly getting up and running for the bathroom. He threw up the burning liquid that was his demise the previous night.

Rooster groaned, sitting back on the freezing cold tile floors. A cold sweat covered his body along with his labored breathing.

"You had a rough night, kid." Maverick appeared in the doorway, leaning his shoulder on one side. Rooster looked up at Maverick and groaned, rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I thought we were past this Bradley. What happened?" Maverick offered his hand down to Rooster, which he gratefully took to allow help for him to stand.

"I don't know Mav. My brain couldn't stop. I kept thinking about being in the plane. There were moments I thought I was still there."

Maverick felt a pull at his heart. He knew exactly what Rooster was feeling, he had went through it many times himself. He knew how damaging the affects of PTSD could be. Maverick put a hand on Roosters shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. "You're still going to therapy?" Maverick asked.

Rooster nodded. "Not as much as I should since we started back up with this mission. Maybe that's the issue."

Maverick nodded. "I would start there. Just let me know, you'll be excused from any exercise."

"But what if I'm not ready for this mission? I want to come back alive I don't want anything to get in the way of practice." Rooster said desperately. Over the past year, he wouldn't have cared if he came back or not. Images of y/n flashed in his mind. He didn't have a future with her yet, but the potential in his mind was rejuvenating. It gave him a reason to stay alive, even for just the mission.

"Bradley I'm not worried about you. You're not the pilot you used to be. Your skills have drastically improved. I need to do some more testing but I'm probably going to pair you up with Hangman or y/n." Maverick was pouring himself and rooster a cup of coffee.

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows together and tilted his head. "Why?"

Maverick slid the cup across the counter to Rooster and then took a drink of his coffee himself. "Because they're good. And I can't put them with together because they'll end up shooting each other." Maverick chuckled a little while taking another drink. "I've seen the way you fly with both of them. You make each other better. I hate to say y/n is just like me. If I put her with you, you can reel her in so she doesn't do anything stupid. God know that I would."

Rooster let out a small chuckle with a smirk. He sipped the coffee, consumed by the warm-ness it was providing. "I have a distant memory of her being here last night."

Maverick hummed and nodded at the comment. "Yeah. We got dinner last night when Penny called me. She came with me to check on you."

"How lovely." Rooster grumbled, taking a drink of the coffee.

"She asked me about you, how you two can get along better."

Rooster couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest knowing that she had asked about him to Maverick, someone so close to him. He thought about mentioning the date to Maverick, but kept his tongue. He needed to decide where the relationship was going first before he told her own father.

"Really?" Rooster questioned, once again taking a drink of the hangover cure coffee.

"Yeah, she did. I don't want to ruin this. I want to be there. Ive already missed so much of her life, and to find out she was just like me all this time? It excites me. More than any mission ever could." Maverick admitted to Rooster. Rooster could tell having y/n in his life meant a lot to him. He had talked before about losing Charlotte, but it was now more than ever how much she meant to Maverick.

"It will be fine Mav," was all Rooster could muster up to say. He now felt guilty for his feelings towards y/n, why her? Out of everybody he's met why had he felt this way about her that he hadn't felt before?

"Do you think it would be too much to ask her to stay?" Maverick asked. "Do you think she would?"

Rooster expressed his confusion with his hands and a stammering of his voice. "I don't know Mav, that's between the two of you."

Maverick waved his hand dismissively. "You're right. It's way too early." Rooster let out a relieved huff into the hole of his coffee cup as he took a drink.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Rooster said quietly. He felt embarrassment after every time this happened to him. Fortunately, Maverick was always there to gather him up.

"Of course. We'll always take care of you."

Rooster smiled at Maverick as he walked away from the kitchen and back towards the bedroom. Roosters phone buzzed from the inside of his pants. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the name that flashed across the screen with a smile.

•••

Y/n's POV

I set my phone down after reading Roosters message. I smiled to myself as I began to fix my hair in the bathroom mirror. I ran a brush through it's as I adjusted it into the required military low bun.

I noticed the door open behind me open from its reflection in the mirror. In stumbled Fanboy with his eyes half closed.

"Good morning Fan." I chuckled at his sluggish-ness. He looked over at me with a toothless smile. He waddled his way over to me and stood in front of the mirror. He plopped his head down on my shoulder and closed his eyes. "I'm so tired." He complained in a whiny voice.

I pouted out my bottom lip and rested my head on top of his. "You poor thing." I sympathized with slight sarcasm.

Fanboy groaned in protest but never once moved from his position.  I went back to brushing my hair back when I heard his voice in my left ear.

"No way."

I looked over at Fanboy who had risen his head off my shoulder and was now pointing at my phone. "Do you have a date with Rooster?"

"Shh!" I hushed him harshly. "Keep your voice down!" I whisper shouted.

"You totally do!" He whispered with enthusiasm.

"Okay yes, it's one date. Then we will see." I admitted. Fanboy and I looked at each other for a moment and then he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I gave him a good punch to the shoulder which he recoiled from.

"Hey, ouch!" He exclaimed while laughing in the process.

"Go shower you stink!" I teased him. Fanboy responded with his charming smile and then retreated to the showering area. I chuckled, shaking my head at my friends ridiculousness.

Once my hair was to my liking I began to pack up my toiletries bag. I noticed movement in the mirror behind me. I glanced up through my brow. "Mornin' Bag Man."

"Good morning wolf pup. How'd you sleep?" He asked while stretching his long, bare torso upwards to the ceiling. I turned my body around to face him, leaning against the counter. I put on a kind smile, appreciative of his civility.

"I need more, that's for sure." I let out an exaggerated sigh that blew my lips forward.

"Yeah you are out pretty late last night, what was that about?" He asked me casually. I narrowed my eyebrows together in confusion at him. Before I could speak he continued.

"Untwist your dick, I'm not stalking you. I had to take a piss and walked by your room. Your door was open and you weren't there."

"Oh, I see. My dick is untwisted then."

Hangman and I chuckled at each other before he continued. "Your little wolf looked lonely though so I took him to sleep with me for a while. Great company, really." I grabbed my hairbrush off the sink counter and chucked it at him. Hangman caught it as it smacked him in the torso.

"I hate you." I said endearingly.

"You love me. Everybody loves me." Hangman said smugly as he tossed my hairbrush back at me. From inside the mens showering area, someone yelled; "Bullshit!"

Our laughter echoed in the bathroom as I finally gathered my things and left. I returned my things to my room and made my way out to the hanger where we usually have our briefings. I saw Maverick and Rooster walking into the building.

"Hey boys." I greeted them. Maverick met me with a large smile while Rooster gave me a small embarrassed one. "Good morning Wolf." Maverick greeted me. He gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder before walking back into the main building.

I looked up at Rooster and gave him a smile. "You feel okay?"

He nodded at me with a smile. "I won't be participating in the exercises today. I've got some... stuff to take care of." Rooster avoided eye contact with me as he grazed his foot across the pavement below.

"Don't worry. We'll have more fun without you anyway." I teased him while poking him with my elbow. Rooster chuckled and shook his head.

"That's great, really. Thank you."

We chucked along with each other for a moment before our attention was drawn back to each other. I looked up into his deep, thoughtful eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

"Amelia mentioned that you told her about our date." I took the lead in changing the topic of conversation.

Rooster smiled. "Well Mav told me that you asked about me?" He said smugly.

"Oh really?" I questioned.

"Mhm. It's cute really, you asking about me." He pressed on. I hardened my face and gave him a daring look which made him laugh.

"Yes I told Amelia. I tell her just about everything. But despite being a teen she actually keeps a good secret. So we're all good."

I smiled before thinking about a specific event coming up. "Do you think we should tell him? Mav I mean. I thought about it last night but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

Rooster sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I almost said something this morning. I don't know. I think we should wait. I'd hate to get his hopes up then disappoint him. Or worse."

"I think I'm more scared of the 'or worse'." I chuckled.

"Right, me too."

Roosters phone rang and he slipped it out of his pocket. "Shit. I gotta go. I'll find you later."

"Okay, bye." I said quietly as rooster was already jogging his way towards the door. I was confused by his actions. He left the conversation so abruptly. I shrugged it off at the notice of the pilots starting to file into the hangar.

It was time to put my game face on.

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Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional, I do not know everything about PTSD nor do I encourage the romanticization of it.