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#Pete Maverick Mitchell x reader
justabigassnerd · 8 months
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Caught
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Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader
Word count - 1,626
Warnings - swearing, mostly fluff
Summary - you and Bradley had kept your relationship a secret... but what happens when Goose and Maverick find out?
A/N - it be time for another request y'all! I'm so sorry with how long it's taking me to get through these but I really am trying y'all I swear. hopefully, I'll get into a groove and be able to pump more fics out for y'all. anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!
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Growing up with Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell as your father, you’d been taught from an early age that you could tell your dad anything. He never let anything you wanted to tell him about feel unimportant. If you babbled to him after preschool about how Sarah had pushed over Tom in the playground, he was giving you his full attention and voicing his own thoughts on the matter. As you got older, you knew you could talk to your dad about any problem that would plague your mind. If someone was bothering you, Maverick would be there to listen and offer advice if you wanted it. He always made an effort to be there for you.
However, despite the trust you had in your dad. There was one thing he didn’t know about you.
Maverick was ignorant of one thing that was going on in your life and that was your relationship with his RIO’s son, Bradley Bradshaw. You’d been raised alongside Bradley, nothing more than half a year between the two of you and while Goose had constantly joked, much to Maverick’s annoyance, that you and Bradley would get together, he never thought it would actually happen. Not until the two of you moved out at least.
You and Bradley were quiet about your relationship, holding hands underneath the dinner table when over at each other’s houses and sneaking kisses when your parents were in another room. On the weekends, when Goose, Carole, and Maverick would go out for most of the day, you would either spend time at Bradley’s house or vice versa, or you would go out on little dates to places you knew neither your parents nor any of your dad’s team frequented, so you’d remain undisturbed. For the first few months of your relationship, this arrangement worked smoothly, and no one was clued into your relationship with Bradley. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to share your relationship, it was more worry about how both your dad and Goose would react to the news. Carole ended up finding out about your relationship a week before your dad and Goose did, Bradley wanted some motherly advice on relationships, and he had asked beforehand if you were okay with Carole knowing which you were fine with, with the condition she kept it quiet until you and Bradley found the best moment to tell Goose and Maverick.
The moment that your dad and Goose found out came sooner than you and Bradley would’ve liked. One weekend, your dad and Bradley’s parents had agreed to meet up at the beach with Iceman, Slider, and their significant others while you and Bradley had opted to stay behind under the guise of wanting to study together and do school work. After the adults left the house, you and Bradley waited for a minute before shoving your books aside and moving to the sofa. You immediately curled into Bradley’s side as he switched on the television, looking up at him softly as he moved his gaze to look down at you.
“You okay, baby?” He asks softly, his gentle smile never leaving his face as you nod.
“I’m more than okay. I’m perfect.” You reply in a soft whisper, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jaw.
“You missed.” Bradley says teasingly, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss which you reciprocate immediately, shuffling in his embrace to kiss him easier as you wind your arms around the back of his neck and Bradley’s hands rested on your hips. However, because you were engrossed in each other’s presence with the tv blaring in the background, you both failed to hear the jangling of keys in the lock and your dad entering the house.
“What the fuck is going on here!?” The shocked and raised voice of your father makes you and Bradley jump away from each other, worry crossing both of your features.
“Dad, what are you doing home? You literally just left.” You say with a nervous chuckle, attempting to diffuse the obvious tension that was filling the room.
“I forgot my wallet and it’s a good thing I did. Now answer my question, what is going on?” Maverick asks, and the moment you open your mouth to try and find a response he holds his hand up to stop you talking.
“Actually, you can explain it to Goose and Carole as well.” He then says, crossing back to the front door and throwing it open to see his RIO and Carole in Goose’s Bronco.
“Goose, get your ass in here! Carole, you too. Looks like a Bradshaw-Mitchell meeting is needed.” Maverick calls out to his friends and waits for them to come into the house, closing the door behind them and ushering them into the living room while you and Bradley remained frozen in place like a deer in headlights.
“Mav, what’s this about? Ice will kill us if we’re late.” Goose says as he enters the living room, barely batting an eyelid at you and Bradley sat closely together while Carole offered a sympathetic smile to the two of you, knowing what you’re about to endure.
“I just caught these two kissing. Like full-on kissing.” Maverick says, an accusing finger pointing at you and Bradley as Goose’s jaw drops, eyes widening as Maverick’s words sink in.
“Wha- these two?” Goose splutters, making you bury your head in Bradley’s shoulder in an attempt to escape the embarrassment.
“Hey, I need a bit of space between you two, back it up.” Maverick says, making you pull away from Bradley slightly to glare at your dad.
“Dad, are you serious?” You ask, and that’s when Carole decides that now is the time to step in.
“Boys, you two need to calm down.” Carole intervenes, getting both Maverick and Goose’s attention on her.
“But they hid this from us for who knows how long? How are you not angry?” Maverick manages to say, running a hand through his hair. At the silence that follows Maverick’s question, Goose connects the dots and turns to his wife.
“Honey, did you know about this?” Goose asks hesitantly, both Maverick and Goose watching Carole carefully as she nods.
“Bradley came to me a week ago. They wanted to tell you, but they were scared about how you would react and just from what I’ve seen their worries were proven right with the way you two have reacted.” Carole says, an accusing glare fired the men’s way as they exchange a look.
“y/n is my little girl.” Maverick weakly argues, making your face heat up at his words.
“Bradley’s my baby boy but I still want him to be happy and if he’s happy with y/n and she’s happy with him that’s all we should be focused on.” Carole says and it was Bradley’s turn to blush now, glancing down at his lap as you slip your hand into his and squeeze it softly.
“Brad, are you happy with y/n?”
“y/n/n, are you happy with Bradley?” Both questions leave Goose and Maverick’s mouths simultaneously. All eyes were on you and Bradley as you briefly glance at each other, smiling softly before looking back over at Goose and Maverick.
“Yes.”
“Yes.” The answers left your mouth in tandem as Bradley ran his thumb over the back of your hand. Goose and Maverick exchanged a look before shrugging.
“It probably was bound to happen, wasn’t it?” Maverick says, a slight chuckle escaping him as he speaks while Goose nods.
“Well I did call it, but I thought they’d at least wait a year until college so we wouldn’t have to be victim to their teenage PDA.” Goose says, receiving a soft slap on the arm from Carole at the teasing aimed at you and Bradley.
“Oh hush, you know we were just as bad. And it’s not like these two haven’t grown up seeing us kiss, honey.” Carole says, leaning up to give Goose a kiss to accentuate her point. With the tension now gone, you curl back into Bradley’s side, smiling as he presses a feather-light kiss to the top of your head.
“Just don’t break each other’s hearts.” Maverick warns gently, glancing between you and Bradley as you nod.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mav.” Bradley says, his smile never leaving his face.
“I don’t think I ever could. I love him too much.” You affirm, looking up at Bradley before giving him a soft, gentle kiss.
“Alright, we’ll leave you to it. But I don’t want to be a grandad at this age so be careful you two.” Maverick teases as you groan and toss a pillow at him, missing and narrowly avoiding hitting Goose in the process.
“See that, Bradley? Don’t piss off a Mitchell.” Goose says with a laugh as Maverick rolls his eyes and jokingly shoves him.
“We should make our way to the beach, boys. I’m sure the others are wondering where we are.” Carole says, diverting the attention and both Maverick and Goose nod as you detach yourself from Bradley to find your dad’s wallet and give it to him before he pulls you into a hug.
“I love you, sweetheart.” Maverick whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“I love you too, dad.” You reply before pulling away with a gentle smile. After pulling away from the hug, Goose, Maverick, and Carole bid you and Bradley goodbye and make their way out to the Bronco.
“When we get to the beach someone remind me that Ice now owes me twenty bucks now that we know y/n and Bradley are together.” Goose says as he turns the key and starts the engine while Maverick nods.
“Got it… wait, you made a bet?”
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mitchellpete · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 6 - Cockwarming
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pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x f!reader
cw: instructor!mav, student x teacher relationship, power imbalance, angst if you squint?, age gap, office sex, oral sex (m receiving), penetration, cockwarming
word count: 1875
kinktober masterlist here.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
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It takes Maverick about a minute to notice you standing in the doorway to his office. He’s swamped with paperwork, his pen nearly running out of ink at the scrabbling he’s been doing the past couple of hours. It seems you’d both ended up with irritable days, hence the reason you found yourself here in the first place.
It was late, thank God, and no one was really around anymore and you really didn’t feel like leaving base and spending the rest of the evening sulking alone at home. You knew that Captain Mitchell was staying in late, knew that if you didn’t wander in to see him, you might not see him at all over the next couple of days.
It was a bad habit he had. He gave you too much space. 
“Lieutenant,” he greets you now, a small smile curving the end of his mouth at the sight of you.
You ignore his propriety, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. You try to match his smile. “Hi, Mav.”
He immediately drops the act. Eyes darting from you to the closed door, he asks in a hushed voice, “What are you doing?” 
You approach his desk, your failed smile replaced by a frown. You want to hug him. You want him to hug you, you mean. To make it all better. You’re not sure how to ask for that, though.
“Just wanted to see you,” you say instead, curious hands reaching for the objects on his desk. 
He doesn’t break eye contact as he takes each object from your hands, placing them back in their spot as you move them. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, sweetheart.”
Your heart sinks a little at the rejection, and he seems to notice the disappointment cross your face. 
“Come here,” he says then, beckoning you over with a single nod.
You step behind the desk and into his space, leaning down to meet him for a kiss. It’s risky; you didn’t lock the door and the blinds aren’t fully shut, but the kiss lasts maybe two seconds. It’s fine.
Mav smiles and looks up at you with a soft glint in his eyes, the one that reads I’ll see you soon, okay? It’s the look he gives you every time he sneaks out of your house, or drops you off. You’ve started to dread it. There’s so much uncertainty that comes with it. Every single time you see him after that affectionate look, he’s just your instructor again. The affection is gone and you’re never sure when it’ll return. It doesn’t matter how much you ache for him. 
Boy, how badly you ache for him now. A kiss is never enough.
You’re almost going to swallow your pride and leave his office, seemingly satisfied with the one little kiss, until your eyes land on his lap. Then at his paperwork, then at the door.
He cocks an eyebrow, curious.
Fuck. You slowly stride over to the door, battling with your choices, but decide you have no intention of leaving. 
“Wh–” Maverick sits up straight at the sound of the door locking, and then watches as you move towards the windows to start shutting the blinds all the way. “What are you doing?”
“I wanna try something,” you say confidently, like he already gave you permission.
“Try something?”
“Mhm.” You shut the last set, take a step back to make sure they’re all closed and then turn your attention to him again. “Blinds shut, door locked. I think you’ve left for the day.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. He drops his pen instead, tilting his head as he tries to figure out what it is you’re planning.
He sort of gets an idea when he notices your eyes scanning his side of the desk.
“Baby, I do have a lot of work to do.”
You smile. “And if I promise you won’t get your hands dirty? At all?”
Mav chuckles, shakes his head like it’s the most absurd idea he’s ever heard. It might be, you think, but it’s something you can pull off. The door is locked, after all.
“I think we’d be really stupid if we tried,” he admits, though his smile doesn’t falter.
“You don’t have to do anything,” you reiterate. “I just want to sit there. You can continue working.”
It’s like he opens his mouth to protest again, but then his lips press together instead, and he beckons you toward him with a nod like before.
Excitement fills you as he scoots his chair back to grant you access.
It’s hard to get on your knees in the cramped space underneath the desk, so you have to urge Mav to move his chair back with a gentle push to his legs. He complies, does his best to make as much room for you as he can. You find that you’re sort of shaky when your fingers pry at the button on his jeans, so he helps you with that, too. The position is slightly ridiculous, the chair a little higher than it should be, so you end up on your haunches when you pull his cock out of his briefs, and then sort of yank his garments down with your other hand for easier access. 
His eyes are still nervously peering at the closed blinds, making sure there aren’t any shapes or sounds coming from behind them, but you ease his worries when you take his shaft into your mouth. There’s no time to prolong this, so you get right to it; you take him in as much as you can, using a hand to stroke him at the same time. His knuckles are white from gripping the arms of his chair as he hardens in your mouth. Stifled groans leave his lips, filthy wet ones coming from yours. 
He throws his head back in silent satisfaction when you swirl your tongue around the tip, and accidentally groans out loud when you dip your head and trace your tongue down, and then back up his frenulum.
The noise he makes reminds you that you’re not supposed to make him cum here, that this is something different, and you pull back after a minute or so. Maverick is biting down hard on his lip, watches as you stand up off your haunches and immediately work your pants off. He shifts in his seat, positions himself as best he can for you.
With your pants completely off and kicked aside, you grab onto his shoulders and mount yourself atop his lap. Hovering above him, you reach down to grab him and line yourself up with him the best you can; usually he would do that for you but you did promise he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty. 
“No moving,” you prompt, exhaling softly at the feel of his tip against your slit.
You whimper at the stretch—it stings just a little from lack of foreplay—but gradually sink onto him little by little. You let your body accommodate him, feel yourself growing wetter around him before you sink any lower. He tenses up, tries to minimize his reaction by gritting his teeth. The long groan that leaves his mouth is inevitable when you fully slip onto his lap, his cock buried inside you to the hilt. Christ, this is gonna be harder than you thought.
He seems to think so too, as his grip around your waist tightens slightly. “Sweetheart, I don’t—I don’t think this is such a good idea,” he groans.
“Just get back to work,” you whisper, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
His hands leave your waist to resume his task, but his breathing remains heavy near your ear. You relax into him, face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. You’ve got your hug. This is all you wanted today.
Maverick scoots his chair forward as best he can, picks up his pen and shuffles through his papers. 
You try not to clench around him, a very difficult problem when he scoots forward slightly a second time, his balls rubbing up into your clit. You try to focus on something else, on his scent, past him at the frames on the wall, on the bits of light coming in through the blinds.
A minute passes.
Two minutes pass.
Three, and Mav still hasn’t touched pen to paper yet, clearly dazed by the situation. His eyes skim over the words he’s already written instead, trying to give his brain an idea on where to get started again. 
He wants to move very badly. It’s a terrible itch he needs to scratch.
He starts to think that this is maybe a form of torture. You try not to think much of it, try to pretend this is the hug you were here for, and it sort of works. Sort of. His cock prods at a very delicious spot inside you the more he begins to shift his hips, and it becomes harder and harder to stay still.
It’s when you hear his pen drop and roll across the desk that you realize Maverick is not so fond of your idea. Get back to work how, he must be thinking, and God, you hope he’s not frustrated that this whole ordeal probably just set him back. 
If he is, he doesn’t show it, instead wrapping his arms around you and inadvertently rolling his hips underneath you. You gasp, taken by sudden surprise, clasping a hand over your mouth when his hips jerk a second time.
“Mav,” you whisper. “I said—fuck, I said no moving.”
He scoffs, bows his head to lazily kiss at your collarbone. “You’re killing me. I’ll never go back to work like this.”
You bite back a moan. “I promised you wouldn’t get your hands dirty. I just wanted to sit he–”
He shuts you up with a sharp, fully intended snap of his hips. His arms drop to cup the bottom of your thighs, and neither of you care anymore after the first stroke. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room and it’s hard not to make any additional noise, suppressing your moans into little whines instead. Maverick starts fucking into you as if it were the first time, as if he’d never felt something so good before. 
Neither of you last very long.
Maverick’s thrusts get sloppy when you’re both seconds away, his tiring pace beginning to stumble. He’s smart enough to take you in for a deep kiss when you both cum at the same time, your quiet, high-pitched noises trapped in between your mouths. He continues kissing you through your unplanned orgasm, tongue licking against yours.
When he pulls back, you’re both panting heavily, savoring the glow. 
He helps you off of him eventually. Your legs are a little sore and shaky, and you clumsily stumble back against his desk. Maverick’s good reflexes prevent your fall, an arm around your waist, and you avoid landing on his messy stack of paperwork. You can’t help but snicker at how absurd this really was.
Maverick, on the other hand, has a smirk on his face at the sight of you propped over his desk.
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worldofheroes · 6 months
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Unexpected
pete “maverick” mitchell x fem!reader
summary: you take a shower in Maverick’s office bathroom and something unexpected (but welcomed) happens.
warnings: 18+, language, unprotected sex
wc: 968
a/n: based on this request! oh my this is… something else 😅🥵😍
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“Okay, y/c/s, that’s enough. It’s late. Head back to the tarmac,” Maverick says over comms.
“One more run?” you ask.
“No, Lieutenant. Land your plane, that’s an order.”
“Yes sir,” you mutter, turning your plane around.
After you land, you go through your post-flight checklist.
“Y/c/s,” Maverick calls out.
You stop and slightly turn your head.
“You’re doing great, you know that, right?” Maverick asks.
“I can do better.”
“Stop being so hard on yourself, y/n,” Maverick whispers.
“No promises,” you mutter.
Silence falls between the two of you.
“Listen, I just want to shower and head home,” you say. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“The showers are on the other side of base,” Maverick states.
“Yeah, I know?” You furrow your brow.
“My office is right over here. Has its own bathroom. I’d rather you use that one than head across base at this hour.”
“Mav, it’s a military base, I’ll be fine.”
“Please,” Maverick says.
You pause, weighing your options. If you just go with him to his office, you’ll get home faster.
“Fine,” you sigh. “Lead the way.”
Maverick nods and heads towards his office. You follow a few yards behind him.
“The bathroom’s through there,” Maverick says awkwardly, motioning towards the door.
“Thanks,” you mumble.
You push the door closed, but it doesn’t close all the way, which you don’t notice.
You start to get ready for your shower, taking your hair down, brushing it, turning the shower on, and you start to undress.
After you pull your shirt off, you look in the mirror and make eye contact with Maverick, who’s watching you.
He looks away. You open the door a couple inches more.
His eyes meet yours again in the mirror. You pull your sports bra off, leaving you now topless in front of your instructor.
Maverick steps inside the bathroom, closing the door completely behind him. He moves closer to you.
Your breath hitches in your chest. Maverick pushes your hair back out of your face.
You start to pull his shirt off, and he helps you, tossing it on the floor.
His hands slide down the sides of your body, and start to undo your pants. Your hands also make their way down his body, doing the same.
The two of you pause there, studying each other.
You step out of your underwear, and Maverick follows your lead.
A whimper escapes you. Maverick closes the space between you, and his lips land on yours. A hand caresses your face.
“Maverick,” you whisper.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells you, kissing you again.
“I need to shower,” you tell him softly.
He nods, moving his hand away from you.
You step in the shower, and shortly after, Maverick joins you.
Without realizing, you move closer to Maverick and wrap your arms around him, letting the water fall on the two of you.
You think you hear Maverick moan.
He kisses you again, pressing himself against you, and you can feel his hardening cock.
“Mav,” you whisper.
“You can’t blame me,” he says with a small smirk.
You smile slightly at the light-hearted comment. Your hand slides down his torso, and you wrap your fingers around his cock.
There’s no guessing that a moan comes from Maverick this time.
“Shit,” he mumbles.
“Do you want..?” You trail off of your sentence.
Maverick nods. “Can I?”
You nod.
Maverick gently pushes you against the tile of the shower. You gasp at the sudden coldness against your bare back.
He grabs one of your legs and lifts it up, holding on. Maverick presses the head of his cock against your center.
“Oh,” you moan. “Please,” you beg.
Maverick pushes into you.
You both moan in pleasure as he works you open.
“Fuck, Pete,” you say, throwing your head back.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says, kissing your neck.
“You like it when I call you Pete?” you ask in a slightly teasing tone.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, burying his face into your neck.
“Then fuck me harder, Pete,” you say.
“Shit, yes ma’am,” Maverick practically growls as he thrusts harder into you.
You try to keep your moans quiet, but Maverick’s cock is hitting you just right.
“That’s it,” he encourages you.
“Oh, Mav,” you cry. “I’m gonna.. I’m gonna come.”
“Shit,” he mutters. “Where can I?”
“Fuck,” you moan. “I want your cum filling me.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Pete, I want you to fill me.”
“Shit,” he mutters again.
His pace quickens even further, and you feel yourself reaching that edge.
A few more thrusts and you come undone, moaning in pleasure as Maverick reaches his orgasm moments later, cursing and saying your name.
When you both come down from your highs, Maverick kisses you, hard. He releases your leg from his grasp and you push your body against his.
“What are we going to do now?” you whisper.
“Haven’t thought about it yet,” Maverick replies, sucking on your neck.
“Mav,” you lightly scold him. “I don’t want any marks.”
“Mm,” he hums against you, now kissing your collarbone.
“Mav, seriously,” you tell him, pushing him away.
Maverick sighs. “I don’t know, y/n,” he mutters, not making eye contact.
The two of you stand in the shower in silence, the only noise being the running water.
“I still need to shower,” you mumble, looking away from your instructor.
“I’ll leave you be and try to think of something,” he says.
You nod.
Maverick leans in and pauses for just a moment before he kisses you again, this time softer and more delicate.
“I don’t think we made a mistake,” Maverick says as he steps out of the shower.
“I don’t know, Mav.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
You close your eyes, letting the water run down your body as you try to think of what to do next.
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moondustfairies · 11 months
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“I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”
Hi everyone! Here is the much awaited part 3 of From the Sidelines. As many of you guys had voted for on the poll, this is about how the rest of the Dagger Squad found out about your relationship. For now, this is the last part of this story (heavy emphasis on the “for now”). I hope you guys enjoy it! Please like and reblog, it’d mean a lot to me. As always, let me know if you have any ideas for fics and headcanons, I’d love to hear them!!❤️
Word Count: 4.2K
Summary: You and Maverick were never really good at hiding your relationship, so it’s no surprise that each member of the Dagger Squad has a story of how they found out, and they tease you both about it relentlessly.
(I do NOT give anyone consent to use/publish my work. Any copying or translating of my writing is considered plagiarism. If you come across my work on any other site or app, please let me know and report them as well)
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Keeping yours and Mav’s relationship a secret from the rest of the Dagger Squad proved to be much harder than either of you had anticipated. As the days went on, all of you got closer and closer to one another to the point where you were practically family. So not only was it hard hiding from them literally, but it was also hard not telling them. They were your closest friends now, they knew everything about you and this relationship was now a big part of your life; you knew you wanted to be with Maverick forever.
So as time went on, you and Maverick had to get creative with how you snuck around. That meant making up lame excuses about calls with your parents or suddenly not feeling well and a bunch of “oh Mav just wanted to go over my technique today”, all things you knew the group was starting to get suspicious of.
Of course, no one would outright say it. While they all knew to some degree that you had a crush on Maverick, to insinuate that a Captain was having an improper relationship with one of his lieutenants, who also happens to be his student, could mean getting you both in a lot of trouble. So the rest of them kept their mouths shut, but you could see them whispering and giggling to themselves when they thought neither of you were paying attention.
Unfortunately though, all good things must come to an end, no matter how much you enjoyed sneaking around with Maverick for the first few days, you knew the news would get out one way or another. Eventually, the rest of the Dagger Squad at some point had caught you and Maverick in some pretty compromising situations. Each of them having their own little story of how they found out; something they all use to tease the both of you with, stating how awful you were at keeping it all a secret.
Natasha (Phoenix)
In some way, Phoenix already knew about you and Maverick. She had caught the two of you holding hands in the hallway of the hangar the other day. However, she could also see how upset you were at the time so Maverick could have simply been trying to comfort you. Regardless, Phoenix had her suspicions.
It had been a longer training session that fateful day and Phoenix just wanted to get home and relax. As she went to gather her things, she passed by you on the way to her locker.
“Hey, you headed out tonight?” She asked.
You turned to look at her, “yea, I’m so tired. Once I get home I’m heading straight to bed” you laughed.
“Agreed” she smiled.
You both said your goodbyes and made your way to your vehicles. Phoenix watched as you got into your car and sped away. Eventually, she made her own way home as well, dropping off her things and lounging on the couch.
No matter how tired Phoenix was, she couldn’t seem to relax. She tried going to bed but she just kept on tossing and turning. She was gonna watch tv but nothing seemed to interest her. She definitely would have eaten something but she didn’t have any food in her fridge, after all, you and the entire squad seemed to be living off of food from the Hard Deck.
Running out of options, she decided to head over to your place. Each of you guys were put up in your own little living spaces for the time being and since you were one of the only girls on the team, your places were close to one another. Not even bothering to drive, Phoenix quickly made her way over.
As you two had gotten so much closer recently, you had given her a key to your place and vice versa. That way, both of you could come and go from the other without a hassle.
As she made her way to your place, Phoenix failed to notice the parked bike out front. Instead, she went straight inside and was definitely surprised by what greeted her. There, you and Maverick were both sitting on the couch, well, more like Maverick was on the couch and you were on Maverick.
Thankfully both of you were still fully dressed but you were deep in a make out session; so engrossed that neither of you realized you had an audience.
“Well” she said, starting you and Mav, causing you to jump off of him and land on the floor, “you’re definitely not as tired as you told me”
Phoenix had a smirk on her face. She knew she wasn’t wrong about what she thought when she caught you two holding hands. Without giving either of you a chance to speak, as both of you were a stuttering mess, she held up her hands in dismissal.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything. You two have fun, I’ll see you tomorrow” she said.
Quick to make her way back out, she stopped right at the door being turning around and giving you another cheeky look,
“I so knew you had a crush on him. From the very start, you always had heart eyes whenever you looked at him” she snickered. Phoenix left the both of you with your jaws on the ground.
You looked up at Maverick from your position on the floor, and with a sheepish look you muttered, “I didn’t give you heart eyes”
“Yea right, you definitely did” Maverick sassed back.
Both of you laughed. He reached down and pulled you back up, ready to resume what Phoenix had interrupted.
Robert (Bob)
Fortunately for Bob, he had caught you two in a much less controversial manner, however that didn’t mean he was any less scandalized.
It was really late in the day, hours had passed since training had ended. Aside from Bob, Phoenix was the only other person he knew that was on base. Both of them were going over their drill today and how they could’ve done better. They were reviewing the footage of their flight when Bob started to get hungry.
As he made his way to the door, he turned around and asked Phoenix if she wanted anything. When she said she was good, Bob made his way over to the break room. Whistling and snapping his fingers as he went, Bob observed all the pictures hanging on the walls.
Each of them had class photos of previous TopGun students and other important members of the community. As he neared the room, he stopped dead in his tracks looking through the small window of the door.
With wide eyes, Bob saw how you were once again sitting on Maverick’s lap but this time, you were feeding him snacks. Both of you were laughing, there was a bunch of paperwork spread across the coffee table in front of the couch while you held a bag of popcorn. Alternating between eating some yourself and giving Maverick a few, both of you were in your own little world, unaware of Bob standing by the door having a meltdown.
Bob felt as though his entire brain had short circuited. He was glued to his spot and he couldn’t do anything, he was left staring and blinking for what felt like forever. Suddenly he was snapped out of his trace by Phoenix’s voice down the hall.
“Earth to Bob! Hello, I’ve been calling for name for like five minutes, what the hell have you been doing” she said.
Still at a loss for words Bob merely opened and closed his mouth, his eyes shifting back and forth between Phoenix and the two of you in the room.
“I… I… the…” again, Bob couldn’t say anything.
Phoenix quirked her brow at him, slowly making her way to him.
“The… I… Captain… Popcorn… Y/N… lap” Bob continued to stutter through his thoughts so instead he opted to just frantically pointing at the room.
Soon, Phoenix was seeing what apparently had caused Bob’s freak out. Instead of having the reaction Bob thought she would, which was utter disbelief like him, she started laughing.
The noise caused you and Maverick to look up from one another. With wide eyes, neither of you could believe that you were once again caught by your team members.
“You two need to get better at this. You’re scaring poor Bob” Phoenix jokingly chastised. With flushed faces, you both grimaced watching her lead Bob away.
On the other end, Bob was slowly able to voice his thoughts once again.
“She was on his lap. Y/N was sitting on Maverick’s lap feeding him popcorn! Our captain!” He exclaimed in disbelief.
Phoenix was quick to shut him up, slapping a hand over his mouth to get him to stop talking.
“Keep it down. You don’t know who else might still be here. I know you’re in shock but they’re happy. They love each other and you yelling isn’t going to make things better. Do you want people to find out and get them in trouble” she said.
With Phoenix’s hand still on his mouth, Bob quickly shook his head no.
“That’s what I thought. I’m gonna take my hand off but you better pull yourself together Floyd”
Bob nodded. The two continued to walk back to their observation room in silence. Not being able to keep it in, Bob once again sputtered out,
“On his lap! She was sitting on him” he whisper-screamed. Phoenix groaned, shaking her head and walking ahead of him.
“Yea you’re lucky that’s all they were doing. I had to find out by seeing them eat each other’s faces” she called back.
That sent Bob into another spiral.
Mickey (Fanboy) and Reuben (Payback)
The two pilots were once again up to no good. It was the weekend and they had decided to hit the beach once more. Apparently Fanboy had made a comment to Hangman on how he could definitely hold his breath longer than everyone on the team and when Payback had heard about it, he just had to take him up on it.
While the rest of the group decided to spend their weekend lounging, rightfully so, the two pilots went about setting the record straight. They were putting down their stuff, having just grabbed some beers from Penny, and getting ready to head to the water.
As the two made their way down, laughing and joking with one another, Payback turned his head to the side when he heard a familiar voice.
There, quite a ways away were you and Maverick. You were in your favorite blue bathing suit with a white knitted beach cover and Maverick was wearing his signature rolled up jeans, holding his white t-shirt in his other hand, the one not holding yours.
You were both walking languidly, just taking in your surroundings and enjoying some time together. Now it wasn’t your fault that you were once again caught. It was late in the day on a weekend when the gang said they’d all be hanging back at their places. And besides, you and Maverick even made sure to stay by the far end of the beach, away from the crowds.
Fanboy wouldn’t have noticed you if it wasn’t for Payback literally pulling him back and pointing at you. Neither pilot knew what they were supposed to do with this information. They thought you guys were cute, it was nice seeing Maverick so happy. So instead they decided not to bother either of you guys that day, wanting to give you some space but they definitely let both of you know later on that they knew.
It was about two days after your beach day with Maverick that the teasing from the two had started. They dropped their first hint on your way back to the hangar from the planes.
You had your helmet in your hand, completely exhausted from all the maneuvers you just practiced. However your peace and quiet was suddenly ruined by two rambunctious pilots flagging you on either side.
“So” Fanboy started.
“How was your weekend Y/N?” Said Payback.
You eyed the two suspiciously, knowing that they were always up to something.
“It was fine. Just stayed at home really” you replied.
“Oh, that’s a bummer!” Payback pouted dramatically.
“It was such a nice day out. Wouldn’t you say Payback?” Fanboy teased.
“I’d definitely say. It would’ve been a perfect time for a secret rendezvous” Payback smirked.
You stayed silent during their exchange. Not wanting to add anymore fuel to the fire, as you had some inkling as to what they were suggesting you merely shrugged your shoulders and kept walking ahead.
However the two didn’t stop there. Once you both got back to the classroom, they decided to sit behind you and continue their conversation.
“You know what would’ve been perfect this weekend, Payback?” Fanboy asked in a joking manner
“What would that be?” Payback answered in the same tone.
“A nice long walk on the beach,” he replied.
That certainly caught your attention. Slowly turning your head back, you see both pilots staring right at you with wide grins, leaning towards one another.
“You know who I think likes long walks on the beach?” Payback whispered, “Maverick” they both silently mouthed at you.
You turned bright red. Whipping your head back around your eyes caught Maverick’s. He raised his brow at you, wanting to know what happened. The two pilots behind were still giggling like school children. You slightly shake your head at Maverick.
This is getting out of hand you thought, silently wishing for the day to end sooner rather than later.
Jake (Hangman)
It was another night spent at the Hard Deck when Jake found out. Like the rest of them, it happened totally by accident and it was all Maverick’s fault. Well not really, it’s not his fault that you were the first real and important relationship he’s had in years, decades even, and that he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.
They had all been playing pool, Jake was winning by a landslide and was not shy about letting everyone in the bar know about it. You had taken a step back, stating that you wanted another beer and was heading to the bar.
Maverick followed soon after, but not before asking if the rest of them wanted anything, because of course he didn’t want anyone to get suspicious. Soon, he made his way over to the bar standing beside you.
All of their backs were turned to you, or so Maverick thought. Jake was about to take his turn, leaning over the table to take his shot when he decided to look around the room, wanting to see if there was anyone interesting who was observing just how good he is.
Instead, Jake caught something even better. Right before he hit the ball, he spied Maverick all the way at the bar standing quite close to you. Suddenly his arm came out and wrapped around your lower back. What made it even better was that in a split second, his hand went even lower.
Jake, completely surprised by what he had just witnessed, completely missed his shot. The rest of the group laughed loudly, asking where Mr. “I’m so good” had gone. Jake laughed along with them, not entirely upset as he had much more valuable things to conduct now.
While still keeping an eye on the two of you, Jake also excused himself from the group. As he made his way over to the bar, you and Maverick had returned to standing at an appropriate distance from one another.
Unlike the rest of them however, Jake made his discovery known not to you, but to Maverick. As you had seen Jake walking up, you decided to head back to the table before he made it up to you both. You caught his eye as you were walking and he gave you a subtle wink. Shaking it off as something he always did, you were unaware of the conversation that was about to take place.
Jake stood right beside Maverick as he ordered another beer. The two men stayed silent but acknowledged each other with a nod. When Jake’s drink came, that's when he made his move.
Leaning slightly closer to the older pilot, Jake whispered under his breath,
“You know Captain, if you’re gonna feel up one of your students, you might not wanna do it in such a crowded place”
That stopped Maverick in his tracks. He was in the middle of taking a swing of his beer when he heard Jake. Suddenly, Maverick was like one of those cliches in the movies where he was frozen in his spot, drink in his mouth and bottle in midair.
Slowly, Maverick swallowed his beer and lowered his arm. He turned his head over to Jake who had a smirk on his face. Taking his comment as a threat, Maverick felt as though he had to deny, make sure that this wouldn’t hurt you at any cost.
Maverick knew the others had figured it out or found out about your relationship in some way. Partly both of your faults as you had been careless in some situations. However, he knew none of them would say anything, that they loved you both like a family and would never do such a thing to cost you both your careers.
Jake was different though. Not that Maverick was saying that he cared about you guys less than the others, but that sometimes Jake’s ambition to be the best took precedence over his loyalty.
“Seresin” Maverick started, but before he could say anything further Jake stopped him.
With a wide smile on his face, Jake patted Maverick on the back.
“Chill out Pops, I’m not gonna snitch on you. I can see how happy you make her and I’m gonna take that away, she deserves it” he said.
Maverick relaxed at that, he felt as though a weight had been lifted. He nodded his head at Jake in a show of appreciation. Jake grabbed his drink before making his way back to the table. But before he got there, he turned back to Maverick,
“Who knew you still had so much game Old Man” he teased.
Bradley (Rooster)
Bradley was different from the rest. He was the only one that never actually caught you and Maverick, rather he just figured it out after some time. There was no incident with him, or a moment when you two were being careless but instead he just saw the change that seemed to happen between you two.
During your talk with Bradley in the break room that one time, he pointed out how much happier the two of you seemed to be, and it was true.
From the very beginning, Bradley felt as though there was a shift in your dynamic. While him and Maverick had been at odds for quite a few years at this point, he still knew Mav like the back of his hand; while he may not have admitted it then, he still cared deeply for his father figure.
Bradley noticed the way that Maverick seemed more relaxed now. That despite the dangerous conditions of the mission they were all about to embark on, Maverick appeared more collected and prepared, assured of his decisions.
Maverick also laughed more he noticed. Bradley knew that Maverick was indifferent around him and that was partly Bradley’s fault; he wouldn’t give Mav the time and space to explain himself so the older pilot never really knew where they were at in their relationship as time went on. But when that supposed shift happened, Maverick let loose. He was happier and it didn’t matter who was around; no longer was he walking on eggshells for anyone.
As for you, Bradley noticed two changes. One, the initial difference was being more open with the rest of the group. When you all first came together, you were a lot more closed off, sealed away in your own thoughts and definitely more shy. But as time went on, you opened up more to the group, now Bradley felt as though like you were his little sisters, someone he had to protect at all times.
(Which in hindsight was a weird thought for Bradley. It took him longer to realize that the two of you were together since he saw Maverick as a dad and you as a younger sister, the thought of you two in a romantic relationship Judy’s didn’t seem plausible. But when he did get over that thought, he realized just how good you were for one another)
The second change that Bradley saw was that you were way more comfortable with Maverick, by a long shot. While he was much more easy going than the rest, Bradley wasn’t oblivious. He saw the way you’d blush whenever Maverick was around or how you’d shy away when he spoke to you. It was obvious you liked him (a lot), and that type of interest doesn’t just go away suddenly.
Which is exactly what happened with you. One day you’re a blubbering mess around Mav, and even more so for a couple days, then all of a sudden you were confident in your interactions with him.
Which was how Bradley figured it all out. Another difference with him was that he never told either of you that he knew, at least not right away. Bradley waited until the mission was over to let his knowledge be known. His and Maverick’s relationship was strong as ever and you were all on a post-mission high. As you were all gathered around the planes in the carrier Bradley came up to hug you. He noticed how you had been staring at Maverick, obviously wanting to check in with him after his crash but you didn’t want to seem so forward in front of everyone.
As Bradley wrapped his arms around you, he whispered in your ear,
“Don’t worry, he’s all good”
You pulled away slightly, “yeah of course he is, he’s Maverick” you chuckled.
“I meant it” he said. “I know you’re worried, you don’t have to pretend”
You looked at him warily, not sure if he really knew what he was talking about. Afterall, you weren’t sure what happened between the two of them on that flight.
“It’s all good. We’re good, Mav and I. And I’m happy that he has you, you’re good for one another”
You felt as though you were about to cry. You knew how important Bradley was to Maverick and knowing that you had his approval meant the world to you. While you didn’t necessarily need it, Bradley was the son Maverick never had and you appreciated that he accepted you with him.
Pulling away from Bradley, you said a quiet thank you. You turned your attention back to Maverick who was already looking your way. You gave him a small smile, letting him know that everything was perfect.
It had been about a week since the mission. Most of the gang had been given new orders and we’re gonna head out in a few days. Therefore, you all decided to have one last night at the Hard Deck, knowing that it might be a while until the next one.
You were getting ready in yours and Maverick’s place. Yes that’s right, you two had moved in together. Surprisingly after the mission, Cyclone had approached you and talked about how much you had improved in the last few weeks. He asked if you wanted to stay on and be a TopGun instructor instead and you immediately agreed.
When you told Maverick the news he was elated. That had been something you two were worried about. That while you no longer had to hide after the mission ended, it would’ve been hard to navigate your relationship if you were sent away. Now though, this allowed you the time you wanted together.
As you finished getting ready, you head outside where Maverick was waiting for you on his bike. While you knew there had been many girls to ride with him on this bike before, you were glad to know that you were the last; that you would be the only girl he’d ever have on here again.
When you got to the bar, the two of you walked in hands laced with one another. This raised a lot of cheers and laughter from the group, the first official time they’ve seen you as a couple.
The night was spent drinking, laughing, and having a good time. You were glad for this little family you’ve now acquired.
Sitting beside Maverick, you lightly laid your head on his shoulder.
“You know, we live together and we’ve still never had a proper date” you smiled.
“What do you mean? I’ve taken you out multiple times” he said.
“Yeah, but you’ve never actually asked me out,” you joked.
“Well we can’t have that, can we?” he asked, causing you both to laugh.
“No, no we can't,” you replied.
Maverick turned to look at you as you raised your head, “Y/N?” He asked.
“Yes, Mav?”
“Will you go on a date with me?”
“Of course I will”
You both smiled at one another. The feeling you both had was nothing less than utter happiness and contentment. While the road to get where you were now was a bit complicated at times, you wouldn’t change a thing if it meant getting this result every time.
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a risky game
pairing - tom cruise x fem!reader summary - after your friend on set tells you she likes tom, you realise that they can't happen, because you like tom, and you know you need to confess your feelings before it's too late. warnings - a dash of angst, but mostly just fluff word count - 2.1k a/n - first fic! can you spot the tiniest jerry maguire reference?
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you recalled the first time you'd met tom cruise. he was so incredibly handsome. his large, deep, green eyes and his shiny brunette hair... he was majestic. not only was he dazzling, but tom was driven and talented. when he introduced himself, shaking your hand, his voice was deep and charismatic.
although you had worked with many huge movie stars throughout your career, none of them came close to the way tom made you feel. he wanted you to be comfortable, like you were made to be a part of the cast. it was one of his ideas to make the movie a more authentic experience. you supposed that was why you never acted on your feelings. he was determined, and focused on his career. it seemed as if tom could never be interested in a relationship with someone on set.
as the filming continued, you kept your feelings towards tom bottled up inside you. you talked to him completely out of professionalism. of course, you didn't want to be awkward around him, so you told him stories of your family, your career, and he did the same. you learned so many amazing things about him, his family, how he raised up into the industry. the only thing that did was make you want him more. but you knew, attraction was a risky game.
tom was kind to everyone, though he had a special spot for you. he'd had many lead roles with various actresses, who were all beautiful and charming, but they weren't even close to being in the same vicinity as you. he knew you were oblivious to it, but you were on his mind twenty-four-seven, no one else. the first day tom laid eyes on you, shook your hand, saw your beautiful smile, he knew he had fallen for you. he was entranced by your gorgeous y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair, your slight pink cheeks, everything. to him, everything about you was flawless.
as much as tom wanted you, he knew he could never have you. he was a couple years older than you, and so immensely famous that everyone he'd ever been with was scared of the news circulating them. tom didn't ever want that to happen to you.
consequently, the two of you kept your feelings for each other to yourselves. exchanging glances, smiles, and small talk was all you could ever do.
now, you find yourself in tom's arms. his shirt is off, with you still fully clothed, though both your lips were puffy and pink from the previous kiss, make-out, whatever you want to call it, scene. it was heavenly. kissing tom was exactly how you envisioned it, like having a taste of something delicious, but you had to share it with your sibling. his lips were soft on yours, but the kiss was rough. your hands ran through his fluffy hair, melting completely into him. meanwhile, tom's left hand was placed firmly on your waist, while his right was moving up and down your body. you swore you heard him groan into your mouth at one point.
tom, himself, the director, and the producers loved the scene, but tom loved it on a whole other level, and in a completely different way. having your lips on his felt like a dream that he wanted to last forever. after that scene, tom loved you even more, if that was even possible.
your makeup artist, hanna, would often give you a lecture on how you should confess to tom. she knew everything about everyone, including how the two of you were apparently 'head over heels' for one another. hanna was the same makeup artist for almost everyone, since they wanted to spend more money on sets instead of makeup, so she was on top of all the gossip. half the time, you were still part asleep, so you paid no attention. that is, until she mentioned someone else was soon going to shoot her shot.
"i'm sorry, what?!" you semi-yelled, fully aware there were other actors still getting ready. your makeup artist nodded at you.
"yep. little miss lindsay turner is going to go for your man! you can't let that happen, can you?" hanna grinned. god, she was trying to get to you, and it was working.
you and lindsay certainly weren't close friends, but she was the only person you talked to at lunch besides tom. despite all the chatter that was going around, you never would have imagined lindsay actually liking tom. sometimes, she would get a little touchy, holding onto his arm as she giggled, and although you thought it was a little weird at first, you knew it was all platonic. at least, that's what you thought you knew.
it made you nervous. for the first time in your life, after a long time, you felt fear, and all the happy thoughts from the past few days had disintegrated into thin air. lindsay was undeniably beautiful. everyone admired her luscious red hair - they thought she was prettiest red head they'd seen in their entire lives. it hurt to say that you did, sort of, agree. tom could look even better with a girl like lindsay, why would he ever choose you?
lindsay and tom also had a lot in common, she was delighted to work with someone who was just as motivated as she was. she spoke with such confidence in her voice that it washed away all that was in yours. you felt invisible whenever lindsay was in the same room as you.
you sighed, looking at hanna hopelessly, "what do i do, hanna?"
she smiled, "well, i'm gonna make you look extra good today, even though you already look perfect on a daily basis. luckily for you, you have one of those date scenes with tom, so you need to look glammed up anyway. getting him to fall for you, not like he hasn't already," she winked, "is all about your mentality. you need to hint that you are thinking about tom in the scene, and not his character."
hanna was right. today, had, yet another, scene where you needed to kiss tom. she continued, "you need to make him love you, no one gives a damn about professionalism and his character, and what not." she finished your makeup, which was stunning, and handed you your costume. by the time she was done with the finishing touches, even you admitted you looked good.
"can we get y/n on in two minutes?" a voice from outside called.
"alright, y/n, go get him girl." hanna breathed out, patting your shoulders. you smiled at her quickly before leaving the room.
when tom saw you, his jaw quite literally dropped. he always found you stunning, but today, you were a different kind of stunning. you approached him, smiling warmly. "hey," you said.
his eyes scanned you quickly. you felt your cheeks heat up. was tom cruise really checking you out? "wow," tom chuckled, breathlessly, "you look... great."
you laughed lightly, stunned by his shocked expression, "thank you. you do too."
tom was dressed in a crisp, white dress shirt, paired with black slacks. his outfit matched with your sparkling, white dress and black heels. the scene was meant to be at a fancy restaurant, where tom's character took yours out on a date, and near the end, the two of you would share a passionate kiss. you couldn't help but smirk as lindsay discreetly gritted her teeth.
there were only a few minutes left before the shooting of the scene started, though that didn't stop lindsay from pulling you aside just as you were about to walk into the room. "hey, y/n," lindsay whispered, "i need to tell you something."
you looked at her, about ninety percent sure of what she was going to say next. "you have to promise you won't tell anyone though," she added.
you placed a hand on her shoulder. that was one of the many things lindsay hated about you. you were so, so kind, it made her feel guilty of how much she despised you. occasionally, she would think to herself, 'it's just a man', but it really wasn't just a man. it was tom cruise. lindsay was extremely envious of you. while you didn't know it, every single member of the cast was wrapped around your finger, especially tom. lindsay knew there was no way of competing against you. so, in order to score tom, she thought she had to do what she had originally been dreading.
"i promise. your secret's safe with me." you whispered back.
lindsay took a deep breath, then sighed it out, "i like tom." the words were like bullets, piercing your flesh, and racing straight through. you saw it coming, yet here you are, speechless. just when everything was going well for you, a pretty girl like lindsay had to ruin it.
"i-" you stuttered, struggling to even find words, "tom's great. he's an amazing and talented guy, you should totally shoot your shot."
lindsay beamed at your words, thrilled you didn't yell at her. "that's exactly what i was thinking!" she squealed, "i was going to tell him today, but i wanted your approval first. you know, girl best friends never let another girl steal them."
such a backhanded statement. you could feel the glare she gave you from a mile away. 'approval', 'girl best friend', 'steal'. you decided that if she said another word, you would hire a hitman to crawl into her trailer and stab her.
to save yourself trouble, you cut the conversation short, "you're absolutely right. you need to tell him, he actually really likes you. he thinks you're beautiful." you purposely used the same tone of voice as her and dragged out the 'beautiful'. "i need to go now. good luck, lindsay!"
lindsay watched as you walked down the hall, your glossy hair swishing each step you took. she was relieved she didn't need to say anything more.
she felt her hope fade each time she conversed with you, and this time, it might have just all gone away.
your mouth curved into a small smile just as tom placed his hand on top of yours. the cameras were solely on the two of you. tom's eyes were staring directly into your own, his gaze safe and lustful. "you're beautiful." he said, still looking attentively at you. you stayed silent, as mentioned in the script, but you continued smiling.
tom leaned in, just slightly. you did the same a couple seconds later, and soon, the two of you were almost touching. you felt his warm breath graze against your lips. tom leaned in a little more, placing one small kiss, then pulling away. you loved it. so much, that you wanted more. you leaned in again. this time, the kiss was different. it was as if you found the delicious delicacy again, and needed to selfishly devour the whole thing.
the director yelled cut, and the two of you pulled apart. after that kiss, you couldn't hold it in anymore.
you couldn't keep looking at tom every day and pretend you didn't feel more than friendship. you couldn't talk to tom, and hide away everything you wanted to tell him. attraction was a risky game, but it was one you were willing to play.
"tom." he was still sitting across from you. his head was bowed down to fix his shirt, but he looked up at the sound of your voice.
"i love you." you managed to say through shaky breaths.
tom smiled, shaking his head, "y/n, the camera isn't rolling anymore."
"no," you stopped tom, "i'm serious. let me say it again. i love you."
he was frozen. the most still you'd ever seen anyone be. tom couldn't believe the words that had just come out of your mouth. all these moments, where he could've said something, and didn't, were suddenly all a waste of time. if only he had known earlier, he could've stopped himself from this misery of hiding his, clearly obvious, feelings.
"i totally understand if you don't feel the same, i mean, you're a huge movie-" you were immediately cut off by tom's lips crashing onto yours. you instantly kissed back. you were finally kissing tom cruise, off camera. it was complete bliss.
"i love you too." tom said, bringing your hand up and placing small kisses on your knuckles.
on the side, lindsay was only slightly angry. she was definitely jealous, but she had realised just how amazing you were for tom. he looked at you with such love in his eyes, she came to the conclusion that he would never look at anyone else the same.
you were too happy to notice lindsay, though you would've been glad to know she wasn't fuming.
you were focused entirely on tom, and he was focused entirely on you. attraction was a risky game, and it was one you had won.
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Handyman - Maverick
Pairing: (Young) Maverick / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Maverick Being Maverick; Maverick and Reader have an Unnamed Daughter Together; Second Person POV ("You"), No Y/N, No Physical Description of Reader or Daughter
This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.
Summary: When it comes time to give your newborn daughter a bath in the kitchen sink, it conveniently breaks. Fortunately or unfortunately, Maverick is a handyman.
A.N. I wrote this with a younger Maverick in mind, maybe even before he attended Top Gun, but there's no actual age specified for anyone (except the baby).
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Life with Pete Mitchell as your husband was always an adventure. From the moment that you met him to the present day, he always had you on your toes. Sometimes, it was a great attribute. There were a lot of memories from spontaneous dates and outings that you would treasure for the rest of your life. Other times, you could have done without the arrogance and spontaneity.
Your husband, although he had no skills in the field whatsoever, was a self-proclaimed handyman. The house that you two lived in was a fixer upper and your husband was intent upon fixing it up. Of course, your newborn daughter got in the way of that goal and you had to reprioritize.
But now the kitchen sink wasn’t working and you had no other safe way to bathe your newborn. You would have called a plumber to fix it, but it was a national holiday. You were willing to wait another day to let a professional take a look at your kitchen sink. Your husband, however, insisted that he could fix it himself without any outside help.
And you were already regretting giving him the ‘okay’ on that one.
The cabinets underneath the sink were thrown open and an assortment of tools and other devices were spread out on the kitchen floor. Maverick poured over a manual that he pulled out of nowhere while you stood with your daughter a few feet away.
“Are you sure that you understand it, Mav?” you asked softly, looking concerned. “Maybe we should just wait to have a professional look at it.”
“No, no, no, she needs a bath, so she’s going to get a bath. Today.” Maverick stared down at the directions for a moment before holding them up for you to see. He pointed at one part in particular. “But do you know what this thing is?”
“Do I look like a plumber to you?” you replied in a deadpan, raising an eyebrow at your husband.
“I’ll figure it out.”
Your daughter started to cry and with a quick check of her clean diaper, you moved to feed her. Sitting down at the kitchen table, you glanced over as Maverick messed around with the pipes underneath the sink. Shaking your head, you turned back to your nursing daughter. Up until there was a crash followed by a set of curses from under the sink.
“Are you okay?” you called to your husband.
“Fine. Just fine,” Maverick grunted out, clearly in some pain.
After feeding and burping your daughter, you set her down in her bassinet before walking over to where Maverick was still working on the sink. Noting the gunk all over the front of his white tank top, you took another step forward and lowered your voice.
“Pete, honey, it’s okay if you can’t fix it. I’ll just call them tomorrow.”
“I’ve got this. I just need another moment,” he replied, clearly determined to fix this problem. Thinking over his next steps, Maverick gestured behind you. “Can you pass me the wrench?”
“Which one? You have the whole store selection littered around the kitchen floor.”
“The one with the yellow tape on it,” Maverick clarified, pointing over at it.
You pushed the wrench over to your husband and leaned against the kitchen countertop, watching him work. You glanced back in your daughter’s direction to make sure that she was sleeping peacefully when Maverick dropped the wrench and let out another long string of curses. You whipped around to face Maverick as your daughter let out a startled and annoyed wail.
“Mav? What happened?”
“I dropped the wrench on my face,” Maverick sighed, rubbing his nose.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, honey, I’m peachy,” Maverick muttered, clearly getting frustrated.
When you saw that your husband wasn’t bleeding, you walked over to soothe your daughter. Leaning over, you tried to shush your daughter as you rocked her once again.
“I know, I know, your daddy isn’t a plumber, I know,” you cooed, trying to soothe your baby.
She settled back to sleep easily, clearly in need of a nap, and you placed her back in her bassinet once her breathing evened out. Adjusting your daughter’s hat, you turned back to your husband.
“How’s it coming, honey?”
“Don’t rush perfection.”
“Who said that it was going to be perfect?”
“Your handyman husband,” Maverick quipped, crawling underneath the sink again.
“Yes, I’m sure that every plumber drops his wrench on his face.”
“Laugh now, but when the sink works again, you’ll be so amazed and sorry that you ever doubted me.”
“I’m sure that I will,” you mused, walking back over to him.
Twenty minutes later, after some more tinkering around, Maverick stood up. Smiling proudly, he ushered you towards the sink.
“Try the tap.”
You shot your husband a concerned expression before walking over to the sink. Pulling the handle up, you waited for water to pour out of the faucet. But nothing came out. Your feet, on the other hand, were now soaking wet. Looking down, you saw the pipe spewing water all over your floor. You shot your husband a tired expression, to which he smiled sheepishly.
“Maybe I got the parts wrong,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You think?”
Maverick hastily mopped up the mess and went back to working on the pipes. You put the TV on low and kept a close eye on your daughter as she slept peacefully in her bassinet.
“I got it, honey!” Maverick announced about a half hour later.
“I swear, Pete, this is your last chance, otherwise I’m calling a plumber whether you like it or not,” you warned your husband as you got up and walked over to him.
“Just try it, will you?”
You walked over to the faucet once again and cautiously grabbed the handle. With one last cautious glance over at your husband, you pulled the handle upwards. And then you screamed as you were hit by a strong stream water. You were soaked to the bone in a few seconds from a leak that you couldn’t find because you were being sprayed with water.
“Pete!”
Your husband ran over and the both of you tried to stop the water from spraying all over the place. Maverick ripped off his shirt and shoved it around the faucet. You held the shirt in place while he hurried to turn off the water. When all was said and done, you were soaked to the bone and absolutely not amused with your husband.
Turning to Maverick, you took a deep breath as you tried to not strangle him. Wiping some of the water off of your face, you folded your arms over your chest as you husband smiled sheepishly at you, hoping that you didn’t pick up the frying pan within arm’s length and whack him with it.  
“You’re lucky that I want our daughter to have a father, Pete Mitchell,” you muttered before waddling off to go shower.
“I love you,” Maverick called after you.
He was greeted by the sound of your bedroom door shutting, effectively ending the conversation. And his career as a plumber.
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shoot-the-oneshot · 2 years
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PAPER RINGS
Based on this idea with the ring from Purple Hearts.
The one where rooster can’t find the perfect ring
Hangman version Young Maverick version
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“Woah!” Maverick yelled being pulled into an empty classroom, “Rooster?” He asked seeing the pilot start to pace once the door shut. “I need your help Mav.” Since Bradley could tie his shoes he hasn’t asked maverick for help so this spiked his stress levels. “It's Y/N.” Rooster mumbled out. “What happened to Y/N?” If Bradley was the son he never had you were the daughter he was incredibly protective over you.
“Something happened to Y/N!” Rooster froze worry overcoming his entire body as he quickly looked out the window where he knew your jet would be soaring through the air. “That’s what you said!” Maverick yelled, making Rooster throw his arms in the air. “No, I didn’t, you did.” The men quieted down the stress of something happening you calming. “What did you need help with?”
“I want to marry her.”
“Kid that’s great but why’d you have to stress me out first come here,” Maverick said pulling the other man into him for a hug wishing that Goose was here to see his boy all grown up. Rooster rolled his eyes at the last comment.
“Will you help me pick out a ring?” Maverick had never been so happy to be invited to a jewelry store before but for the two kids coming together he couldn’t wait. Until they got there, then he slightly regretted it he should’ve known really. Goose was the same way when he went shopping for Carols.
“Do you like any of these?” Maverick asked glancing down at the glass cases of engagement rings. Rooster looked silently. He knew for sure he wanted to marry you, but he had no idea what type of ring you wanted. Thinking back on it he really should’ve asked Phoenix.
“No, they’re just not right.” He sighed, shaking his head, he knew if his mom and dad were there they’d know exactly what to do. maverick who had never been married was just as lost as Bradley, but he tried his best, “just, Just look at the rings, and when you see one that makes you feel the way you do when you look at Y/N that’s the one.”
“That’s actually not a bad idea.” With his newfound outlook, he spent probably another two hours looking from ring to ring, and nothing felt right. “Can I see the last one again?” He sheepishly asked, he know that the poor saleswoman hated him even Mav, who was resting his head on his hands. His mom loved the ring his dad gave her wore it long after he died, and Rooster wanted you to love yours just as much. Setting the rings down he groaned rubbing his hands down his face.
“Kid you could give her a paper ring and shed say yes.” Rooster paused at his words an idea popping into his head. “ Thank you!” He yelled, pushing the rings back and pulling Maverick behind him out the door. “Am I missing something?” Mav wondered aloud watching Rooster run to the back of his bronco and pull out a toolbox.
“I don’t need to buy her something I need to give her something.” He mumbled paying half attention to what Maverick was saying. “You’re going to give her your dog tags?” He asked, Watching the young pilot put them out of his shirt and off his neck. Separating the smaller chain from the longer one. “Part of them.” Cutting the chain to the length he measured next to a ring he took from your nightstand. Smacking Maverick's hand away when he went to reach for it. “Don’t touch.” Of course, Maverick ignored him and picked it up anyways when Rooster was done with it.
“You stole her ring?” Rooster huffed cutting him a glance from what he was doing. “I borrowed it.” Mav nodded along. “Stole it.” He whispered, making the pilot huff
“It’s temporarily misappropriated!” Rooster barked going back to the task at hand, connecting the chain back together he slid the small loop onto his finger showing Maverick.
“What do you think?” Bradley felt more nervous now than he did in the jewelry store. Watching for any look that may come over his unofficial uncles face. A proud smile slid on his face looking from the makeshift ring and the other pilot shifting on his feet. “Y/n will love it.” Passing the ring back Rooster immediately started fiteling with it.
“Are you sure? I know it's basic but we can pick out the other ring together so she really likes it you know, and I always wished I had my dads tags, thanks for that by the way.” Maverick cringed,
“so maybe even when I’m away she still has a little piece of me to carry around.” He rambles making Mav grab him by both arms to get him to take a breath. “Kid it's perfect.”
“Are you sure, because she definitely deserves perfect.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“Are you okay babe?” You asked seeing your boyfriend shift in his seat for the thousandth time nice he picked you up. Not to mention his hand white-knuckling the steering wheel. His head snapped over to you, quickly going back and forth between you and the road. “What? Yeah, I’m fine just looking forward to tonight.” Patting your knee than going straight back to the wheel. Normally his hands never left you so his behavior was confusing you a bit.
What you didn't notice was rooster had changed his shirt five times before driving to get you, he even had his second choice in the back in case he changed his mind. Maverick had brought Penny over during his spiral for a pep talk thinking shed help the young pilot better than he could. It slightly helped.
“We’re going to follow them right?” Penny whispered watching rooster pull off. “Of course we are I’m not missing this.”
Pulling up to the beach Rooster pulled you back when you went to step out of the car, pressing a kiss to your empty ring finger he asked you to wait while he set up.
Watching him running with arms full of baskets and bags made you giggle when he tripped a bit, sand and running not really mixing well.
Spreading out the blanket and fighting against the ocean breeze he managed to get all the candles lit, surrounding it with the flowers he hid there earlier. He had all your favorite foods there too. So you could celebrate if you said yes, or could drown his sorrows if you said no. Taking a few steps back and looking at his set up he nodded “talk to me dad.” He whispered, taking a breath before going back to get you.
“My lady.” He spoke in a playful British accent helping you out of the car. Making you let out that laugh he fell in love with hearing. “What do you have planned this evening Sir Bradshaw?” You asked playing along as you walked hand and hand down the path. His set up still out of view. “Picnic on the beach and watching the sunset sound good to you?”
“Perfect.” You leaned up to press a soft kiss against his jaw. God, he really hopes you think so. Before you both got any closer he pulled you to a stop. “You mind?” Holding up a bandana he didn't need to explain what he wanted. ‘Must be some picnic huh.”
With the bandana secured he carefully led you farther on the beach stopping you once you stood in the middle of the blanket. Not releasing your hand as he knelt on one knee in front of you. “You can take it off now.” You gasped seeing him on one knee. Looking up at you with the most love you’ve ever seen come from a person.
“Y/n, I said I fell in love with you at first sigh the night we met, but know all this time I spent with you I realized that’s not true.” He paused to collect himself seeing the tears start shimmering in your eyes, “every second I see you I fall more in love its love at every sight, every thought, every moment I spend with you makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with you and I want to love you for the rest of my life, will you give me that chance and marry me?”
pulling the chain ring out of his pocket he held it between you, you quickly nodded your head the second he asked, “Yes, yes yes!” Excitement flooded his entire body at your words and he stood to pull you into him and spun you around. “She said yes!” He shouted to no one in particular. Caressing his face you pressed your lips together a little awkwardly since neither of you could wipe the smiles off your faces.
Setting you back on your feet, he shakily slid the ring on your finger. “We will get you a diamond obviously but I didn’t want to pick it out without you.” You breathlessly laughed shaking your head fondly at your new fiancé. “It’s perfect I love it!”
Your moment of staring into each other's eyes broke as you both heard clapping.
“Oh god.” Rooster groaned hiding his face in your neck as you laughed, watching Maverick's eyes widened realizing they’ve been caught giving a shy wave as Penny beamed. You felt Rooster chuckle against you before he straightened up holding your left hand in his raising it. “We’re getting married!”
Hi!! Hope you guys liked it let me know in the comments and check out my TopGun masterlist for more. And let me know who’s version you want next in the comments Hangman or Young Mav
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call-sign-shark · 1 year
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shark should rlly drop whatever it is in her drafts about tom / mav now dont you guys thinks? 👀
If I'd listen to myself this account would be the lair of all my Tom Cruise fantasies 🥵 But for sure more Mav content is coming. I also plan to write his story with Shark but as Reader insert. Anyway, here is a little something to help you wait and to fulfill us; Tom Cruise's wives :B
Please like and/or reblog if ya liked it 💚
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✨DADDY'S BAD KITTEN ✨
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Summary:  You see Mav wearing a suit for the very first time during Rooster's wedding, and it fucking turns you on
Words: 1.3k
Tags: pure smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, creampie, fluff, Mav doing a magic trick??? , self-indulgence
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Rooster's wedding had been a much-awaited event.
All the Dagger squad, alongside Penny, had helped the adorable engaged couple in their wedding preparations. Ridiculously anxious about the whole matter, Penny Benjamin took care of the most important aspects of the party and, fortunately enough, every single thing went according to her plans. She was a hell of an organizer.
"Oh my god, where's the key?" Amelia asked, awe-struck by Pete's silly little tricks. She looked at you, confused, then at her mother before shifting back her focus on Mav.
"I don't know, maybe... Here?" Pete snapped his fingers and the shiny golden key appeared miraculously between his thumb and index finger right in front of Amelia's astonished eyes. The teenager snatched the key from the Captain's hand and gazed at it very closely as if the trick's explanations were written on it.
"What the hell! How did you do that?"
"A magician never reveals his secrets" Mav teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
The whole sight was too adorable for your heart to handle. You've been flirting and sleeping with Pete Mitchell for one solid year, but it became official only a few weeks ago. Obviously, some were a bit surprised by your relationship, for you were twenty-five years younger than him - on top of being one of his students. Yet, everyone had been supportive, especially Penny. She knew he had fallen for you the first time she saw you talking together.
"So, did I impress you?" Mav cooed, catching your hips between his two large and warm hands. His face lighted up and his lips stretched in a wide toothy smile when his beautiful emerald eyes met yours.
"Hm?" It was all you managed to answer, for he had pulled you out of your thoughts. The lights were reflecting on his seductive face, rendering the green of his eyes lighter, and sublimating the lovely marks time left on his skin. Mesmerized by how good-looking he was, you had barely listened to him.
"You haven't heard what I said, right?" He chuckled and shook his head, knowing how dreamy you could be, "I wonder what occupies your mind..." He almost purred in your ear, kissing your cheek. He could not help but touch you. He was addicted to the feeling of your skin against his.
"I thought about you in that stupid suit. Seriously Mitchell, seeing you dressed like that turns me on so much it's torture to wait for the end of the wedding to feel you inside me..." You whispered, your words candy-coated with burning desire. Something snapped in Mav's brain, for he suddenly felt weak. He brought his warm lips to your forehead to lay a gentle kiss on it, and smell the intoxicating fragrance of your shampoo.
"Who asked you to wait?"
"Pete..." You retorted, one brow raised when he moved his head back to stare at your right in the eyes. His wide smile had turned into a small, seductive smirk, "Pete, no. We are at a wedding. We don't do that at a wedding..." Your voice broke at the sensation of his hands grabbing your hips with more fervor. Blood rushed between your legs at his arousing touch, "Don't give me that look."
"It's the only one I got, kitten." He quickly glanced around him to make sure no one would notice you, then he wrapped his muscular arm around your shoulders to leave the room.
Both of you were making out in the janitor's closet. Maverick was pinning you against the wall, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. You could feel his hard and fierce shaft slipping into your wet slit. Trying to hold your moan, you crashed your lips again his and parted them to let his fury tongue in your mouth. One of your hands ran through his perfectly combed brown hair while the other clenched on his back, your nails digging into the fabric of his blazer.
"You're so wet for Daddy." He whispered in a low voice, his charming smile making you blush, "What a naughty kitten you are, wanting me to fuck you during your best friend's wedding..." Your skin heated up as you felt the smooth head of his cock pushing against your tiny wet hole. He thrust it slowly, to feel your pulsing walls stretch as he buried the thick tip in your weeping pussy.
"D-daddy don't tease... Please" You begged. He could feel your legs trembling around him. Your pleading brought a sadistic smile to his face.
" You know I love to tease you, to turn you into a crying and frustrated mess. Fuck, you can't imagine how I want you to beg for me to ruin your body. But gotta be quick, Shark." He purred, licking the corner of your lips in a wet and warm stroke of his tongue.
Mav invaded you in one brutal movement. His hard cock stretched your walls in one sudden thrust, making you roll your eyes and bit your lips not to yell with pleasure: "Oh Daddy! " You moaned, torn between the relief of his dick filling you entirely and the frustration of him not moving.
"Fuck I missed that tight, young pussy of yours kitten... " He growled, trying to keep a bit of self-control. He was so enamored and so aroused by you, that he tended to forget about everything else than the carnal urge he felt for you. His hips bucked, fucking your poor delicate flower with a brutal and merciless rhythm.
You almost sobbed at his violence, for he was hitting that spot that usually made you drool on the pillow, "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Your moans were like a divine chant psalming your love for carnal lust. There he was, hypnotized by your mermaid's song, mixed with the delicious sound of flesh smacking, pussy crying, and his own growls. The sensual melody of your love filled the room.
Heat pooling in your belly, you tried to chase your upcoming climax to keep Captain Mitchell's hard cock a bit longer inside you - it felt so good to have him buried deep in your cunt that each time he pulled out something broke in your soul. You felt empty.
"Oh fuck, Kitten... " He gasped in pleasure, breath hitching and hips snapping. You felt his cock throbbing inside your walls and you knew he was about to cum.
"N-No Mav, don't! We are at a ..." You begged but he was not listening. Maverick moaned louder and, arching his back, he filled your hole with his warm cum in one final thrust. The sensation of his hot and milky seed made your toes curls in your heels. You threw your head back and cried as a hell of a climax almost knock you out. You panted, stars dangling in your vision, as your body cool down. You felt like you were floating.
"Good girl, Shark. Daddy's proud." Mav praised you and pulled out. Cum soon overflowed from your weeping pussy, forming long milky streams which ran down your thighs. You were back on your shaky legs, fighting not to collapse on the ground.
"We need to go back, they are about to bring the cake." He said, buckling his belt without looking at you. You shook your head.
"Wait, I can't go back like that! I'm... " Words are stuck in your throat.
"Your cunt is drooling with cum, I know." Mav raised one brow and smiled, a wide smile with perfect white teeth. You tried to reach your panties but he is quicker, and hid them in the pocket of his blazer, "Nope, you don't need that. I want you to come back to the room and have fun, acting like you are not filled like the bratty slut you are."
"But- but-" You panicked, and he gently caressed one of your blushed cheeks with his thumb.
"Keep your legs closed, Kitten. And I hope it will teach you not to call me Mav during sex. It's Sir or Daddy. Nothing else. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," You whispered.
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Notes: this was inspired by the 2017 interview of Tom Cruise in the Quotidien. It's about 26 minutes long, and I only squealed for 25 minutes teeheeeeeee~ Seriously gimme that man pls
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duchesstypewriter · 2 years
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How the Top Gun boys react to their son’s friends having a crush on you
PAIRING: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Reader, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Reader, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Reader, Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader.
SUMMARY: You’re a MILF and your husband knows it all too well — he just didn’t expect having to deal with your son’s friends having a crush on you.
WORD COUNT: 3.4k
WARNINGS: Minors going through that embarrassing phase of having a crush on someone older, but it’s not mutual at all. Explicit language. Suggestiveness. Some boys go beyond acceptable behavior so be cautious, please.
A/N: Put me on endlessly listening to Stacy’s Mom (and Jessica Ricca’s version of Stacy’s Dad) while I think about how I spent two years of my high school days having the most ridiculous crush on my literature teacher and this will come to fruition.
Maverick:
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Maverick has a great eye for many things, but especially for recognizing teenagers who pose a threat to his peace of mind.
He lives in a testosterone-filled environment most of the time since he first joined the Naval Academy.
And he was a kid dealing with those puberty hormones a few years ago — actually, it was 24 years ago, but don’t tell him or your husband will have an identity crisis.
The point is that he can easily spot the change in the behavior of his seventeen-year-old son Ethan’s friends.
One day they are a bunch of phlegmy kids who are all huddled around Maverick, stroking his ego with their excitement because their friend’s father is a great Navy pilot.
The other, they’re whispering among themselves, giggling like idiots, and nudging each other on their way to the kitchen to greet Mrs. Mitchell in overly sweet voices — at least they still remembered that you are someone’s missus, Pete thinks rolling his eyes.
The young boys find any opportunity to ask you to tell your stories as a Navy RIO, which surprises you positively because a few years ago they didn’t even want to know about you because girls were boring and gross, but now they are all over you.
You find it amusing, not thinking much about the sudden change because in your mind those boys are still the same kids who ran crying into your house with their knees scraped — and because Ethan, despite being almost a grown man, is still your baby.
But that doesn’t mean that your husband and children don’t see what’s going on in those teenagers’ heads, but each one reacts differently.
Ethan rolls his eyes and hits his friends over their heads every time they look at your fit body for too long, preferring to start keeping them away from home at the times you’re around until they get out of this disgusting phase.
Lauren, your thirteen-year-old daughter, thinks it’s the yuckiest thing in the world, always sending dirty looks and making puking noises at the boys, swearing to herself that she’ll never date, which brings a little relief to Pete.
But Maverick is the worst of all because he knows exactly what’s going on in those boys’ imaginations, and if he could, he would keep you busy in the bedroom all the time and never let them come back to your home.
Unfortunately, he can do neither.
Then he crosses his arms in front of his chest, pouts, and doesn’t leave your side, always placing kisses on your shoulder and neck, with his hands on your waist, like a puppy demarcating his territory.
And when they leave? He makes a point to start whining like a toddler about how those cooty boys should never come into your house again, how Ethan should find better friends, and how no one should think those things about anyone’s wife — especially his.
You shake your head, reminding him that although it’s pathetic, it’s just the hormones and they mean no harm, which doesn’t do much to help your husband.
The only way to make this man stop acting like a baby is to drag him into the bedroom and give him something else to think about.
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I have some bad news, but here you are dealing with three problems: Bradley’s friends, a very unaware Bradley, and a Goose who’s clearly annoyed by the audacity of those stinky kids.
You were always very loved by your son’s friends, always being the fun aunt they ran to when they scraped their knees riding bikes, who they visited when their parents had some trouble in paradise, who always had a cookie and a joke to brighten up the day.
But when puberty hit, you were the pretty woman with colorful dresses, a bright smile, soft hair, and a wonderful smell.
Yeah, it wasn’t hard to see that they were making heart eyes at you when they ran to talk to their favorite aunt in the whole wide world after a Little League match.
You took the whole situation in good humor, after all, they were just kids living a new experience, and from what you had read in a magazine a few years ago, it was a normal thing because children grew up idolizing their parents, so with all the changes of puberty, they shifted that idealization to another figure who was older and brought them security, but was off limits as a healthy and safe way to cope before turning their attention to girls their age.
So you kept treating them the same way as always, being the motherly figure that was always there — even though they were becoming rebellious and unbearable teenagers from time to time, God bless Bradley for being your little angel.
When Goose finally realized what was going on after overhearing the boys giving you all the qualities in the world, which yes, you had because you were the best and hottest woman in the world, but why are this bunch of kids arguing about who you like better? All hell broke loose.
If there’s one thing about Nick Bradshaw it’s that he’s a little shit, so if he can use every second to show the brats that you’re his, then he sure as hell will.
Are you walking past the living room while the kids are watching Rich Richie? He’s going to smack your ass, something he already did anyway, but now he has another reason besides loving and appreciating your body.
Are you preparing breakfast after the boys’ slumber party? You can be sure that as soon as Nick hears footsteps on the stairs, he’s turning you around and kissing you madly, but still with respect for the underage audience.
Are you running to get the first aid kit when one of the kids gets hurt playing soccer? Goose is taking the case from your hand and shooing you away, telling you that he can take care of it to the frustration of the boy sitting on the kitchen chair, he even asks with the biggest shit-eating grin if the boy wants a kiss to make the boo-boo better.
Which makes the boy leave the kitchen rolling his eyes, huffing and cursing Goose under his breath, walking past a puzzled you in the living room, and despite his anger, he still stops to give you a smile, which makes you and Nick laugh out loud after he leaves the house.
So far it’s all fun and games because although Goose likes to tease the boys, he knows it’s just a phase — which you two also went through in puberty with you tripping over your feet to talk to your best friend’s uncle, and your husband practicing a poem to recite to Mrs. Huggins from history class, something that, thank God, he never got a chance to do.
But when one afternoon Bradley comes running and crying into your room, flopping down on your lap, worry takes over you and Nick who are quickly running your fingers through his curly hair, checking his body for any bruises, trying to soothe your baby to find out what happened.
Then after what seems like long minutes of trying to calm Bradley down, he finally tells you that one of his friends has asked his permission to confess to you — and you have to do your best not to laugh.
But Goose doesn’t find this funny at all as his son’s friends are becoming bold in their dumbness.
It takes a movie night with popcorn, ice cream, and lots of hugs to finally calm down your thirteen-year-old.
And from then on, Goose and Rooster, because your husband assures him that if they’re going to be a task force then your son needs a callsign, become even more protective of you, not leaving your side for a second when the little menaces are near.
You can consider yourself a lucky woman with the two men in your life doing everything to protect you, even if it is from a few nosy children.
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Your husband is a very attentive man to almost all things around him, knowing how to read people and situations like a children’s open book to know exactly which buttons to push to get the expected reaction.
But the constant work and the need to climb the ranks because he’s the best mixed with the lack of interest in the lives of his son’s friends make it take some time for Tom to finally realize that the kids are head over heels for you.
It all starts when the fifteen-year-old boys see you coming down the stairs in a beautiful red gown that compliments your beautiful figure, your hair parted to the side while the jewelry your husband bought for you lights up your skin.
And you are a naturally beautiful woman, they all know that very well, especially Tom who kisses the ground you walk on.
But something switches in their heads when they realize that you’re not only Henry’s elegant and delightful mother, you are a thoroughly dazzling woman, although their brains are thinking of other, much less polite words: hot as hell.
And when your three children — fifteen-year-old Henry, thirteen-year-old Cecilia, and ten-year-old Louis — come up to hug and kiss you before you leave for another annual Navy Ball, they can’t help but want to get your hugs and kisses too.
One of them, Daniel, even dares to offer a hug, causing you and your two older children to look at him with raised eyebrows in disbelief — something they had inherited from Ice, and you had stolen after years of marriage.
Luckily for the cheeky boy, Tom arrives in his blue uniform with all his medals and honors shining just after the words leave his mouth, and suddenly your attention shifts from the petulant teenager to your husband, your knees almost buckling, and he smiles because he knows the effect he has on you.
One of Tom’s arms circles your waist to pull your body closer to his, giving you a quick kiss in respect to the audience, laughing as he hears your children’s groans of disgust, but when he turns his head to find Henry’s friends watching everything with glowing eyes, a light bulb goes on in his head immediately.
Tom is clipping Daniel’s wings before he can come up with any other ideas — and he’s doing it in the old cocky naval pilot fashion.
Tom knows exactly the day and time that Daniel is coming to your house to study physics with Henry — or to thirst over you since that seems to be the only thing he does these days.
Then your husband makes a point of innocently calling you into his office, what you think is a moment of peace while the kids are at school, but quickly turns into Tom having his sweet, filthy way with you on every surface of the room, making your throat go dry from the cries of pleasure that tear through your lips.
And when your husband sends you to your room with a smack on the bum, your eyes hazy and your cock-drunk smile, it’s the same moment your son and Daniel arrive at your house, and if you were in your normal mental state, you’d even think that Iceman had timed all of this.
But you’re not, so you just leave a little kiss on Henry’s forehead, asking about his day at school, and letting him know that Tom wanted to see Daniel in his office as soon as he arrived for whatever reason.
Henry is oblivious to your state, but Daniel’s mind is racing to the magazines under his bed.
When Daniel enters Iceman’s silent office, the man does no more than point lightly with his head to the chair in front of him, still more intrigued by the papers and data in front of him, “Are you over that disgusting puppy love for my wife?”
“What?” The boy almost squeals at Iceman’s words, causing the man to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.”
Iceman has this insufferable grin on his face, his eyes burning the boy in front of him, “Yes, you do, Daniel. I have no problem with my children’s friends hanging around our home, but if there’s one thing I demand it’s respect for my family, and I don’t think you’ve been very respectful to my wife, have you?” The poor boy was so pale it looked like he was going to pass out right there, not knowing what to answer, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “I would do the favor of being honest.”
Daniel lowered his head in shame, whispering a small apology, and while Iceman was not pleased, he was aware that he was still talking to a child, though he had no intention of letting him get away with just a slap on the wrist, “You better be because if I just dream that you’re knocking things to the ground only for (Y/N) to pick up so you can stare at her ass, or making nasty comments behind her back, or anything else like that, you’ll be damned, kid. You know I’ve shot down three enemy aircraft in combat, so I’d have no problem kicking your ass, right? And for that matter, I don’t want you anywhere near Cecilia either.”
All it took was for Tom to shoo the boy out of his office for him to run away as the devil flees from the cross — and if he frequented the house less and less until he was out of Henry’s life, no one complained, that kid was never any good anyway.
Slider:
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It all happened in the blink of an eye for Slider. One day the two of you were watching your son Matthew playing in the backyard with his best friend Finn, the son of one of Ron’s fellow aviators, then he was deployed somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for six months, and when he came back something had certainly changed.
Not you, of course. You were more beautiful than ever, waiting for him with open arms and ready to shower his face with kisses, earning a few sneers from his colleagues, but the only thing that mattered to him was having his girl in his arms.
And his son too, which surprised your husband because when he left, Matthew was just a kid who was more concerned with his toy airplanes and staying up late running through the mud with his friends, but now he was almost a big boy, going through all the problems of puberty — body hair, voice changes, his limbs growing, but he still had the Kerner charm.
But Slider didn’t have much time to think about it when Matthew finally went to sleep that night and you wrapped your legs around his waist, and how he was missing the feeling of being buried slow and deep inside his girl.
The next day, the Navy men and women arranged a barbecue on the beach to celebrate another successful mission and safe return home, and you were more than happy to tag along, especially since it meant watching your husband play volleyball with his shirt off.
Ron would’ve preferred to spend the whole day with just his two favorite people, but you promised that you would have enough time to do that because he wouldn’t be leaving again anytime soon.
The beach was crowded, but your husband’s eyes were on your beautiful body covered by a yellow swimsuit that hugged your beautiful curves — which he had tried to take off more than once before you left the bedroom, but you just slapped his hand and scolded him saying it could wait until later, after all, you had already done that in the shower, but what could he do if he liked to please his wife?
The thing is, there were always some stares at you because you were just a beautiful woman, the most beautiful in the world in Ron’s opinion, but you knew how to handle it with a witty response when they were too forward, and when they kept insisting, the RIO was more than willing to kick the ass of whoever was disturbing his wife.
But he also wasn’t the most observant man when he wasn’t in the sky, so he didn’t notice the signs of a pack of Matthew’s friends pointing at you and smirking, prompting your son to roll his eyes in disgust and whack their heads, or how Finn would approach you every fifteen minutes just to say something stupid, even interrupting your conversation with the other adults, or how the kids couldn’t seem to stop complimenting you on the smallest things — from the pumpkin salad you made, as if they ate salad, to the color of your swimsuit.
The realization just came crashing in when he was playing volleyball, his eyes searching for you during a break only to find you standing next to Finn’s mother, sharing the activity of applying sunscreen to the numerous group of children, and he just couldn’t not stare — for all that Slider had been a Casanova in his younger days, he felt all his blood rushing south at the sight of you being so sweet and maternal, he could give you a whole soccer team of kids.
Back to the main point, it was when Finn forsook his mother to ask you to apply sunscreen to his lanky body that Slider cocked an eyebrow, ignoring Iceman’s call to resume the match, more interested in seeing how the boy had his cheeks blushing heavily, his hands fluttering as you did the task without much thought, but the biggest confirmation was Matthew’s impatient expression.
And so Ron added up 2 + 2 to know that the boy who was almost like a godson to both of you was having a crush on you, something certainly innocent by the way he kept giggling, but which still didn’t fail to leave RIO dumbfounded by Finn’s audacity.
He could handle adults falling in love with you just fine, but a brat the same age as his son? He would probably be laughing and making fun of you, if it weren’t for the way he began to notice that Matthew’s friends kept staring at you, making jokes that were starting to make both the boy and your husband upset.
The afternoon took a salty turn when the two boys started to bicker, with Slider pulling them apart before it could get physical, and when you saw your son with teary eyes, asking to go home, and your husband with a ‘will explain later’ look, you didn’t think twice before quickly saying bye, grabbing your things, and heading back home.
Holding tightly a Matthew upset about everything that had happened, about the way his friends had talked about you — you didn’t want him to end a friendship of years because you knew that although it was a matter that was stressing your baby, it was the same puberty bullshit that everyone else had gone through.
You assured him that it was all right for him to feel that way, that Finn’s words were in very bad taste, and that you all would find a good solution and talk it over with Finn’s parents and the other boys, but that for today he could rest easy and sleep in his parents’ bed like when he was a toddler seeking comfort.
Guilt consumed you because this was supposed to be a happy moment, Ron was finally home after six months away, but it all went down the drain before you could figure out a way around it, and when Matthew fell asleep, you found yourself crying in your husband’s arms, who wiped away your tears and reassured you.
The next day, the story was cleared up with Finn’s parents bringing him to apologize to you, Ron, and Matthew, and although their friendship was still strained, the feeling was sincere and your son was feeling better and that was what mattered at the moment.
And, well, if Slider took advantage of the whole situation to put a baby in you just so that everyone, and by everyone, I mean men and women, young and old, from every part of the world who looked at you, knew that you were happily married — and little Matthew was more than happy to be an older brother, then it was a win-win situation.
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thewhiskersonkittens · 8 months
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Drive In
Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.
Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.
Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.
A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)
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Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.
"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.
All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:
"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"
The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.
Coyote let out a low whistle.
"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.
"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."
She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.
Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.
"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."
He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.
"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"
He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.
"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.
"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick. 
"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.
"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.
"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.
Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.
"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."
"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.
Maverick gave him a pointed look.
"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago.  “Guess who was my wingman?"
***
You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.
Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.
You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!
You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.
"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"
"Hi, there. Good morning."
"How you sleep last night?"
"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"
"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."
" ... "
"Send me a pic?"
"No."
"Why not? You shy?"
"..."
" Hello?!"
*incoming unsolicited dick pic*
"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"
" ... "
"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"
"I don't think so."
"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"
"...."
"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"
"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."
"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"
"..."
"..."
"K. Go text one of them then."
" ... "
"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."
You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.
You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.
Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.
Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.
You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.
Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.
He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.
Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.
As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?
Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".
"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"
"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"
"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.
"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."
You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.
"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."
"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"
Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."
You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."
"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"
You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.
"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.
"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"
"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."
"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:
"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."
You burst out laughing.
"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"
Maverick laughed at himself.
"Sorry. Of course you do."
"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."
***
You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.
"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."
"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.
Maverick started the car and began backing out.
"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."
You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."
Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.
"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.
Maverick shook his head.
"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"
"An inside joke?" You suggested.
Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."
"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.
"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."
"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.
As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.
"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.
After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.
"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.
"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.
"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."
"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."
He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.
When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:
"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."
Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.
"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."
You felt Maverick take your hand in his.
"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"
You smiled and answered by kissing him again.
"Sure, I'd really love that."
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maverickbabes · 8 months
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Maverick teaching you how to ride his motorcycle
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You've always wanted to learn how to ride your husband's motorcycle since he always rode it around and it was fun riding with him.
"Alright my love you ready?" Maverick questions with a hint of worry in his emerald green eyes.
"Yes I am" You said a little too confidently and that made him chuckle.
"Okay so what you're going to do...." He begins explaining how to turn on the bike and how to maneuver/control it.
"I got it, watch" You tell him and revved up the engine before kicking the stand back.
He didn't get the chance to stop you as you accidentally release the start button, causing the bike to move forward at a fast pace.
"Shit!" You cursed and tried to get control of the bike but you ended up catching you foot on the gravel, causing you to topple over and fall.
Pete rushed over to you and lifted the bike off your leg then knelt down to aid your leg.
"I'm fine it's just bruised.. Ow" You grumbled out but winced when he gently touched your calf.
"You either fractured it or sprained it. Worse case scenario is you broke it." Maverick says as he wraps his arms under you and stands up, carrying you bridal style.
"Mav I can walk put me down" You tell him trying to wiggle out of his arms but he just tightens his grip and continues to walk to the house.
He twists the knob then kicks the door open before walking inside and kicking the door shut once more. He sets you down on the couch before kissing your head softly.
"Stay here, let me go get the supplies" He says before heading to your guys shared bedroom to get the supplies as you sit there, mad at yourself and in pain.
He comes back seconds later, arms full of the supplies and you look down at your lap - embarassed with the situation.
"Alright let's get you patched up shall we?" He jokes and begins to tend to your leg.
You didn't even notice you were crying until you felt his thumb gently graze your cheek, wiping your tears.
"What's wrong y/n? did I hurt you?" He questions as he moves closer to you and you shake your head.
"I'm so dumb. I was trying to show you that I could do it and I ended up with a sprained or fractured ankle" You said crying softly and he wraps his arms around you.
After him consoling you, you calmed down and felt better which made him happy.
"Next time, let's not to do something like this again my love" He said chuckling and you smacked him playfully in the chest.
A/N: Yayyyy we have a Maverick headcanon (even though top gun summer is over) hope you enjoy darlings!.More writings are coming soon, I'm kind of getting out of my writer's block :))
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justabigassnerd · 1 year
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Overprotective Aviators
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Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader, slight Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader at end
Word count - 3,873
Warnings - creepy teen boys staring, swearing, overprotective Mav & co
Summary - when your dad and his team catch sight of a group of teen boys staring at you from across the beach they shift into overprotective mode
Sequel - 'The Talk'
A/N - hey y'all it's ya girl back with another request! I had a lot of fun writing this fic. I always enjoy writing the dynamics of the '86 characters (even though I may not be the best at it). Anyways I won't ramble. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!
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“y/n/n, come on! We don’t want to be late you know what they get like!” Maverick calls through the house, pulling his aviators out of his jacket pocket and sticking them on his face. It takes you but a minute to come down the stairs putting your own sunglasses on as you pick up the bag of things you were going to be bringing with you to the beach.
“I’m here, cool your jets dad.” You laugh as you walk past your dad as he rolls his eyes, grabs his keys and follows behind you. The two of you walk to the beach, chatting amongst each other until you reach the beach.
“Who did you say was coming again?” You ask as you scour the beach for your dads’ teammates.
“Goose, Ice, Slider, Wolfman, Hollywood, and their families of course.” Maverick replies as he looks around for his friends, a grin crossing his face when he catches a glimpse of his RIO waving madly in their direction. Maverick points Goose out to you, and you make your way over to him. Goose is quick to drag you into a hug, ruffling the top of your head as you groan and swat at his hand jokingly.
“You’d think you hadn’t seen me in years, Uncle Goose.” You laugh as you’re finally released from the hug.
“Forgive me for missing my niece after I went away for a week.” Goose says, a mocking sarcastic tone to his voice as he places a hand on his heart.
“I missed you too. But just between us, I think dad missed you most. He seemed pretty lost without you.” You say quietly, eliciting a laugh from Goose as he throws his head back. Goose had gone away for a week with Bradley and Carole to visit Carole’s parents and Maverick had moped around without his partner in crime.
“I better go say hi.” Goose says with a grin, patting your shoulder before crossing to Maverick, allowing Carole to sweep you up into a hug.
“Hello, sweet girl! How have you been?” Carole asks sweetly as she hugs you. When she pulls away, her hands remain on your upper arms as she smiles at you.
“I’ve been good Auntie Carole. It’s summer so there’s not been much to do, especially when the Bradshaws are out of town.” You shrug with a soft smile. Carole nods with a smile of her own as she releases you, allowing Bradley to greet you.
“Hey y/n/n.” Bradley greets, waving slightly as your jaw drops in mock offense before tugging him into a hug.
“Don’t you tell me you’re that after a week away you’re too grown up to hug your best friend?” You ask teasingly as you hug him tight.
“Never.” Bradley replies, wrapping his arms around you and reciprocating the hug. Bradley’s hugs always felt safe, his height meant you were perfectly cocooned in his embrace, and it felt like nothing could hurt you.
“Let’s get this party started!”
“Slider, it’s not a party.” You and Bradley break apart at the familiar sound of Iceman and Slider’s friendly bickering. You turn to see the two men approaching your dad and Goose with their wives following behind. Slider had recently married his long-term girlfriend Jessica whereas Iceman had been married to his wife Sarah for a couple of years and was expecting their first child. You went over to greet them happily, hugging each person with a smile as you greeted them.
“Wolfman and Hollywood aren’t here yet?” Slider asks as he glances over at Goose and Maverick who shake their heads with a laugh.
“Those two are never on time.” Your dad laughs as he thinks about how Wolfman and Hollywood would always turn up late to any meet up the team organised. Those of you who had just arrived began to set up the stuff you’d bought. You laid out a towel while your dad set up his beach chair. As you plunge the sun umbrella into the sand to cast a shadow over your dad’s beach seat, you hear the familiar voices of Wolfman and Hollywood as they approach with their wives in tow. Hollywood had his young daughter in his arms while Wolfman was chasing after his rambunctious twin boys. You greeted the aviators and their wives before returning to Carole to help her and Bradley set up some more beach chairs alongside where you’d set up stuff for you and your dad. Once everyone had set up their beach things, you pulled your shirt and shorts off, leaving you in a bikini as you kicked your flip-flops off. You wanted to get some tanning time in, and you figured you’d go for a swim at some point as well. You sit on your towel, at first reading your book while the adults chat amongst each other. The wives took to gossiping amongst each other, wanting to know the ins and outs of what was happening around town while the men talked about how things were going at work. Iceman talked about how he was put forward for an early promotion and was working as hard as possible to get it. You tried to focus on your book, but it became a near impossible task when Bradley sprawled himself across half across your towel, half across his own as he grinned up at you with that lopsided grin you loved so much.
“Can I help you, Bradshaw?” You ask teasingly as you glanced over the top of your book, seeing his large smile which made you smile too.
“We’re at the beach. You don’t need to be reading.” Bradley insists, reaching up to take the book out of your hands, making sure to put the bookmark in for you before tucking the book back in your bag.
“What if I like reading on the beach?” You quip, raising an eyebrow at Bradley who shrugs shamelessly.
“Well, I must be doing an awful job at being an entertaining friend. C’mon, let’s do something fun! I think dad bought a football.” Bradley says, grabbing you by the hands and pulling you to your feet. Once you’re on your feet, Bradley digs around in the bag his parents had bought before triumphantly pulling the football out and holding it above his head.
“Are the old timers joining in?” You ask teasingly as you glance at your dad and his friends.
“Old timers?”
“You’ve got some sass, Mitchell.”
“You asked for it, kid.” Your words sparked mock outrage within the group of aviators as their wives laughed at their shock. All the aviators scrambled to their feet, Wolfman snatching the football out of Bradley’s hands before moving to a clearer area of the beach so you could toss the ball to each other. The group of you pass the ball to each other, laughing as the women call out to their husbands in an attempt to distract them.
After five minutes of playing catch, Slider looks over to where you were laughing and exchanging a high five with Bradley when he caught sight of a group of teenage boys a little way down the beach staring at you, clearly admiring the sight of you in a bikini. Clenching his jaw, Slider gestured for his teammates to join him.
“Sorry kids, the old timers need five minutes.” Slider laughs as the rest of the team approaches him while you and Bradley roll your eyes, content to toss the ball back and forth between yourselves for a bit.
“What’s up?” Hollywood asked, folding his arms across his chest as he approaches Slider, all of them wondering why they were called over.
“There’s a group of boys eyeing up mini Mitchell. They’re just staring right now but I thought we should keep an eye out.” Slider says lowly, just in case either you or Bradley overheard what was being said. When Slider noticed all of their eyes widening, he quickly shushed them before the outbursts could begin. Goose was quick to grab Maverick before he stormed across the beach to give them a piece of his mind.
“Why are teen boys so gross?” Maverick grumbles, quickly locating the group of boys and hating the way they were staring at his little girl.
“Mav, you were exactly the same when you were that age. To some extent, you still act like that.” Goose says, raising an eyebrow and chuckling when Maverick glares over at him.
“Goose, not the time.” Maverick hisses over at his best friend who simply lets go of him and holds his hands up in defeat.
“Alright, we’ll keep an eye out. Just don’t tell her what’s going on. We don’t need to freak her out.” Iceman says, cool and calm as ever but everyone could hear the tension in his tone. He hated when guys would shamelessly stare at women and make them uncomfortable. And he knew that Sarah was pregnant with his daughter, and he hated the thought that she’d be born into a world where men acted like that. The team of aviators share a knowing nod with each other before breaking apart and returning to the game. They play catch with you and Bradley for a little longer until Wolfman’s twin sons decided to start clamouring for ice cream, which causes Hollywood’s daughter to beg for ice cream too. Eventually, the whole team buckled and decided to go and get ice cream. You and Bradley elected to stay with all the beach stuff to ensure nothing was stolen. You kept a vigilant eye on everyone’s belongings while Bradley laid on his back, a pair of Goose’s aviators on his face as he soaked up the sun. Before too long had passed, you heard the familiar voices of your dad and his team as they approached. Wolfman’s twins immediately came rushing over to you and Bradley, proudly showing off their ice creams while Hollywood’s daughter was more content to stick by her mum’s side, shyly offering the two of you a wave that you both returned.
“Isn’t it crazy that it used to just be us two kids? And now Hollywood and Wolfman have kids, and Ice is expecting his first. We’re the oldest kids here now.” You say, glancing over at Bradley who props himself up on his elbows.
“Technically speaking, I’m the oldest.” Bradley says with a smirk before you shove his shoulder, causing him to fall flat on his back.
“Only by a year.” You say, laughing as he reaches out to flick your arm.
“That’s a whole year of life experience I have that you don’t.” Bradley teases, sitting up properly.
“Oh, I forgot. Being fifteen makes you a pro at life.” You say, rolling your eyes as you laugh. As you and Bradley talk, Hollywood decides he’s had enough of the boys staring at you from afar, so he enacts his plan to try and get you to change. He pretends to trip and drops his ice cream all down your front.
“I’m so sorry, kid. Do you have some clothes to change into?” He asks sheepishly as the rest of the team laughs at his mishap.
“Don’t worry. I’ll just go for a swim. That’ll help wash it off. C’mon Bradley.” You say dismissively to Hollywood before grabbing Bradley’s hand and starting off towards the sea.
“Well, that didn’t work.” Hollywood mutters, dropping down into his beach chair and watching as the teen boys were watching you drag Bradley down to the sea. Seeing you and Bradley going towards the sea, Wolfman’s twins started saying that they wanted to go in the sea too.
“Alright boys, I’ll take you down there.” Wolfman says, gaining cheers from his kids. As Wolfman’s wife gets the boys ready, smearing them with suncream the second they took their shirts off leaving them just in swim trunks, Wolfman turns to Maverick and asks for your spare towel, an idea formulating in his head to get the teen boys to stop their hopeless staring. Wolfman then got up from his seat, slinging your towel over his shoulder as he leads his kids down to the sea, laughing to himself as they barrelled in, both immediately being knocked over by a wave. He shot a glance over at the teen boys and he noticed they were now pulling their shirts off and heading into the sea. He noticed how they didn’t make a move to come any closer, maybe the presence of the aviators and Bradley was enough to keep them at bay but not quite enough to stop their stares. Wolfman moves his attention back to his kids and smiles as you and Bradley let them hop on your back letting them splash sea water at each other, laughing as you and Bradley get caught in the crossfire. When the boys tire of the sea, they wade back to the shore and approach their dad.
“Dad, I’m hungry.”
“Dad, I’m starving.” Both boys complain the second they reach Wolfman who rolls their eyes, it had been not even fifteen minutes since they finished their ice creams.
“Let’s go to your mum, I’m sure she packed something for you.” Wolfman urges, guiding his boys back towards his wife so they could dry off with a towel and get something to eat. When Wolfman turned his head to see you and Bradley exiting the sea, he came barrelling over to you, wrapping you up in the towel as you laugh at Wolfman’s sudden appearance.
“Uncle Wolf, no offence but what?” You manage to say through laughter as you’re swaddled in the towel.
“Don’t need you getting cold.” Wolfman says as he takes a step back, happy with his handiwork.
“And you don’t care if I get cold?” Bradley asks, a raised eyebrow as he laughs.
“Just teaching Mitchell junior how a man should treat her. As her uncle it’s important she knows how she should be treated. Take notes Bradshaw junior.” Wolfman says before heading back up to his wife.
“Does he know that your parents are the literal definition of romance? Any girl would be lucky to have you, Bradley.” You grin as you unravel yourself from the towel cocoon that Wolfman had trapped you in. Bradley watched as you walked further up the beach towards your dad with a slight blush on his cheeks. He had been harbouring a crush on you for a while now and he was still working on the courage to ask you out. As Bradley glances around the beach, he notices the group of boys staring and narrows his eyes. He didn’t know who they were but their unashamed staring and jostling of each other made them public enemy number one in his eyes. He chased after you and went to join you again when Wolfman’s twins came darting over to him, now full of food and energy and demanding he plays fighter pilots with them. Bradley looked over at you, seeing you sat on your towel with Hollywood’s daughter in your lap, sunglasses atop your head as you read her the book, she’d brought with her before turning back to Wolfman’s twins and agreeing to play with them. When you finish reading the story to Hollywood’s daughter, you noticed that she was starting to get sleepy and you figured it was time for her nap.
“I got her.” Hollywood says softly as he lifts his daughter from your lap, smiling softly at the feeling of her winding her arms around his neck and snuggling closer. You glanced over at Bradley who was currently pinned down by two hyper boys as you chuckled lightly to yourself but not caring to get involved. As you move to grab your book, Goose, who had been returning from a nearby shop after Carole realised she’d forgotten a water bottle, chose to accidentally trip over Maverick’s beach umbrella. The pole missed hitting you, and the umbrella shielded you from the stares of the teenage boys who groaned and exchanged looks with each other at not being able to see you anymore. Using the opportunity they had, Iceman and Slider glared over at the boys, hoping their joint cold stare would be enough to get them to back off.
“I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Goose says quickly and apologetically while you wave him off with a laugh, shifting to be sat on your knees so you could get the umbrella upright again.
“All good, Uncle Goose. No harm done.” You grin up at your uncle who ruffles your hair with a smile before moving to sit with Carole. He looks over to where the boys were and they were still looking, not as much as before but still obvious enough to anyone.
“How have these idiots not got the hint yet?” Goose mutters to himself, being overheard by Carole who chuckles and grabs his hand.
“They’re teenage boys, Nick. Boys do stupid things like stare at pretty girls. Our Bradley’s been doing it all day as well.” Carole says, gesturing lightly with her head towards their son who had just been freed from the clutches of Wolfman’s twins and he was immediately looking over at you with a grin.
“We love Bradley. We want Bradley to admit his painfully obvious feelings. It’s different when it’s a bunch of teen boys we don’t know staring from across a beach.” Goose grumbles as he looks from his son to the boys across the beach.
“Aren’t you cold?” Your dad's voice pulls you out of the focus you had on your book, making you raise an eyebrow at him.
“What?” You ask, shocked that question had left your dad’s mouth at how hot it was outside.
“I was asking if you were cold, it’s a little chilly, don’t you think?” Maverick then says, grabbing his jacket and holding it out towards you with an expectant look.
“Dad, respectfully, it’s summer in San Diego and you’re asking me to put a jacket on?” You ask, wondering what on earth got into your dad for him to be acting this way.
“I’m just looking out for my daughter. Don’t need you catching a cold or anything.” Maverick replies, returning his jacket to the bag and leaning back in his beach chair. You rolled your eyes and returned your attention to your book as Maverick muttered under his breath about how annoying those boys were, all unheard to you. Once again, you were torn away from your book by Bradley snatching the book out of your hand, putting the bookmark in and closing it once more.
“I’m letting the team down again. Come on let’s do more beach shit.”
“Bradley Bradshaw!” Bradley was cut off by Carole who was glaring daggers at him for his choice of language.
“Sorry, mum.” Bradley apologises with a sheepish tone, his hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck as he shrunk further under his mother’s gaze.
“Look at what you men have done to my sweet Bradley.” Carole tuts as the aviator's exchange looks with each other.
“It’s what happens to military brats, unfortunately. y/n’s just as bad.” Maverick shrugs unapologetically, looking over at Carole with his signature flashy smile.
“Let’s escape this conversation.” You whisper to Bradley, getting up and walking away from the conversation with Bradley hot on your heels. Bradley glanced over in the direction of the boys and when he saw them jostling each other and laughing as they stared at you, he instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. He felt a sense of triumph when he looked across the beach and saw the boys finally leaving, all glaring at Bradley who simply gave them a shit-eating grin.
“Is this your idea of beach shit?” You ask, a raised eyebrow at Bradley’s actions as you hoped he didn’t notice your now flushed cheeks. Bradley remained silent, his brain short-circuiting at the way he was holding you. He could handle a hug, holding your hand would cause a slight blush but having you tucked into your side was causing him to stop functioning. He thought about how he had asked his dad for advice on how to ask you out and the only help Goose provided was saying to just ask, that the worst that could happen was you saying no.
“Hey, y/n. Can I ask you something?” Bradley asks, releasing you from his embrace and turning to face you.
“Of course.” You say, a gentle smile gracing your face as he takes your hand carefully.
“Do you think… I could take you out on a date sometime? Maybe that old diner along the beach?” Bradley asks an unusual shyness sneaking into his voice as he looks down at your hand where your fingers interlaced with his.
“I’m free after school on Friday.” You say, your smile widening slightly as Bradley looks up at you. His smile grew ten times larger when he locked eyes with you from behind his sunglasses. He lifted his free hand to set his aviators on top of his head so he could make proper eye contact with you.
“I think I can arrange something.” He says teasingly, making you laugh before he tugged you into a hug.
“Seven o’clock at the diner sound good?” He asks as he squeezes you slightly.
“Sounds like a plan Bradshaw.” You agree.
Further up on the beach, Goose had been watching the entire interaction from afar. He didn’t know what words had been said but he knew that from the shy smiles on your faces that Bradley had said something of significance regarding his feelings.
“Honey, look, I think our boy finally did it.” Goose says excitedly to Carole, drawing her attention to you and her son.
“Oh, look at them. It’s about time.” She gushes, grabbing Goose’s hand as her smile grows.
“Hey, Mav. Looks like we’ve got a wedding to plan.” Goose says over to his best friend, getting Maverick to look at where you and Bradley were now heading down to swim in the sea again.
“Absolutely not.” Maverick says, cringing at the thought of his daughter marrying anyone.
“Maverick, you know better than anyone that our Bradley is perfect for your daughter. She lights up around him. They’ll get married, mark my words.” Carole says, making Maverick shake his head with a chuckle before focusing his attention back on you and Bradley, where you and his best friend’s son were in the sea. He’d never admit it to anyone, maybe to Goose if he was drunk enough, but he knew Bradley was the guy for you. He saw the way you looked at each other and it was exactly the kind of pure love Goose and Carole had. He wanted nothing but for his daughter to have someone who could keep her safe when Maverick couldn’t, and Bradley seemed to step into that role without a hitch.
“I’m making a bet. Fifty bucks says we have a Bradshaw-Mitchell wedding in our future.”
Maverick couldn’t even begin to argue with that and so silently prepared himself to be giving Goose fifty dollars in the future.
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mitchellpete · 8 months
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Dating Maverick (Headcanons)
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summary: What dating Mav is like. (In ‘86 and in TG:M)
pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader
genre: fluff, a bit of angst
word count: 1278
A/N: if anybody wants a drabble/one-shot or for me to expand on any one of these (or if you wanna just talk about or exchange hcs), drop me an inbox! 
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1986 (and a few years after-ish)
Maverick is a very gentle lover. It didn’t seem so at first, with how cocky and flirty he might’ve been to catch your attention, but after the second date? So vulnerable and soft with you.
He can sing! Like actually super well. You noticed one day and now you ask him to sing when you can’t sleep. He was kind of self-conscious at first, used to singing with Goose in a playful, rowdy manner, as opposed to softly to you. He grew more comfortable as time passed, and now he likes to sing you his mother’s favorite songs.
But also gets incredibly obnoxious sometimes and will loudly impersonate Elvis while you’re trying to get something done.
Spontaneous road trips on his motorcycle (when he’s able). Dinner in Oceanside. Lunch in Palm Springs. A pick up in Vegas. A day in Phoenix. When? Now! Now?!
Knows the Southwest like the back of his hand, actually. It’s not as fun as flying, but driving through the wide, open stretch of desert with you clinging behind him is one of his absolute favorite pastimes.
Is from somewhere in the Southwest, therefore he absolutely hates the cold. Will have the heater on in the winter time and is not opposed to getting wrapped up in blankets by you. You tease him on how easily cold he gets, and he’ll playfully go “Whatever.”
You frequently find random candid photos of you. Taped to his wall, to his fridge, suddenly framed on his bedside table. He almost never mentions them until you laugh and point them out, to which he responds, “I thought you looked pretty there.” (With a shit-eating grin.)
Definitely has one in his F-14, by the way.
Is very stubborn about his attire. Very insistent on dressing like a cowboy at all times. You had to buy him his first pair of beach shorts.
Loves seeing you in his clothes; he’s crazy about it, actually.
Very cute lunch dates. He knows the best diners.
He likes taking you out for ice cream. Sometimes you share a cone and watch the sunset and the planes soaring through the sky. 
He’s the best kisser. He prefers soft, sensual kissing and it definitely has its effect on you.
He has a habit of leaving paper planes everywhere. Some with love notes in them, others with funny doodles. Sometimes it’s just both of your names written, a little heart in between. 
He rambles a lot. He’s very, very passionate about flying, and about his plane. Though you might not know what he’s talking about, nodding along with a simple smile and asking him a few questions makes him so happy. “Well, no, you see..” And then he goes on and on again. 
At the same time, Maverick can be difficult sometimes. Especially after Goose. Sometimes he feels he needs to be alone, but don’t take it personally. He appreciates your support, but he’s been conditioned to “suck it up and move on.” It weighs on him to have to try, so expect him to be a bit quieter at times, a bit slower. You can sit around with him as he sulks, your head on his shoulder to let him know you need him, and that he’s loved. That he doesn’t have to isolate.
You get to watch him visibly becoming Bradley’s father figure. 
“Hey, about tomorrow’s date. Can I bring the kid?” 
Melting when he’s got Bradley in his lap in front of you, making airplane noises with a french fry to watch Bradley giggle and clap. Your heart swells at how good he is with him.
“Pete.. You can’t take him to watch that movie; it’s not for kids.” His signature grin. “Carole won’t mind.”
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TG:M
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Still sings to you. Or, in general, really. He likes to hum while making you breakfast.
He writes all your dates on his calendar. 
He’s very playful with you. Likes making you double over in laughter because it usually results in you wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.
But he also enjoys when you tease him. Tell him there’s something he can’t do as well as he used to and boy, he will prove you wrong. He insists he’s getting better with age.
He’s still as flirty as ever. Except, you’re already dating, so he does it to watch how flustered you get. He loves making you blush.
He likes pet names. Sweetheart and honey are the ones he calls you the most.
He still does not like proper beach attire. Will roll up his jeans and call it a day.
He loves beach days with you, though. He likes laying back on the sand and watching you sunbathe, or play in the water.
You’re almost scared of phone calls now, with the way you’ve been called and informed of the accidents he’s been in while testing his planes. Though most are minor, you can’t help but worry that the next one might not be.
You’ve cried to him a couple times, making him promise he’ll be careful.
He’s a bigger cuddler at his older age, with the habit of pulling you from where you stand, from whatever you’re doing, and tugging you into bed with him.
He likes it when you play with his hair. It’ll lull him to sleep sometimes. Especially when you gently massage at his scalp, and bonus if you’re giving him kisses too. The fastest way to get him asleep, truly.
Alternatively, he also likes playing with yours. He’ll randomly twirl a strand when you’re in front of him, will tuck another behind your ear, will softly intertwine his fingers in it while you lay on him. 
When he’s able, sleeping in together. As often as he can. 
He notices you so well. If something is bothering you, he’ll make sure to find out what it is. He’s also a very good problem solver (duh, but with mundane things too). You feel like he deals with a lot, so you don’t always take every single one of your problems to him, but boy, when he figures out something is wrong? Expect him to walk you through the simplest of things if that’s what you need. He has an unbelievable amount of patience with you. And if it’s something he can’t help with, he’ll at least want to be there with you as you deal with it. He can be the best listener if you need him to be.
Is a lot more domestic and able to settle down. Likes the idea of having a “home” with you. (Not that he didn’t when he was younger, but he feels more grounded now. More grown up. Able to breathe a bit better.)
He makes your coffee just the way you like it. If he’s up before you, he always wakes you up with it, and a kiss on the forehead.
The days spent in his hangar. 
Sometimes, in the summer, a late night thunderstorm will pass through, and there’s nothing more thrilling than cuddling up to him in the trailer, the both of you giggling at the sound of the rain pattering and the loud cracks of thunder. 
But also the days! Though he’ll be occupied with something, you’re always a mere 10 feet away, reading or sketching or entertaining yourself in whatever way you can. Other times you just watch him work. Other times you ask him to tell you his infamous stories, or about his dad. He’ll have sort of a sad smile as he talks, but you know that he loves talking about the past. You make sure to always make room for it in the tranquility of the desert.
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worldofheroes · 2 months
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It Was You
pete “maverick” mitchell x reader
summary: when maverick knocks on your door, your true feelings emerge.
warnings: friends with benefits, student/instructor dynamic, age gap (not mentioned), language, drunkenness, make-out session
wc: 823
a/n: based on this request! not necessarily exactly like the song but there’s angst. hope you enjoy!
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It had been almost two months since you broke things off with Maverick.
Not that the two of you were really dating, it was more of a friends with benefits type relationship, but after a month you realized how bad of an idea it was to fuck your instructor.
You were doing well, but whenever you passed Maverick in the halls on base, he would give you puppy eyes, like he was trying to apologize for something.
One Friday night, you’re at home watching a movie with your new fling. He’s nothing to write home about, but you needed someone to get your mind off of Maverick.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on your door.
“I’ll get it,” you say, standing up from the couch and heading to the front door.
When you open the door, your smile fades.
“What are you doing here?”
“I miss you,” Maverick mumbles. You can smell whiskey faintly on his breath.
“Maverick,” you sigh. “You’re drunk. Please go home.”
“Not drunk,” he continued to mumble.
“Mav, this is embarrassing, please go.”
Ryan walks up behind you. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, he was just leaving, right, Pete?”
The use of his name over his call sign stings not just Maverick, but also you.
Maverick nods, and stumbles off your porch.
“Wait,” you call out. Maverick stops, back still to you.
You turn to Ryan. “I need to get him home before he does anything he’s gonna regret in the morning. I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“How do I know you’re not gonna do anything?” Ryan asks.
“Trust me, nothing’s going to happen.”
Ryan stares at you for a moment.
“I’ll be right back,” you mutter, stepping across the threshold.
Maverick is still waiting at the bottom of your steps.
“Why did you come here?” you hiss.
“I miss you,” he repeats, looking at the ground.
You grab his arm and start to lead him to his house.
“Mav, I told you.”
“You don’t look happy with him,” Maverick frowns.
“This is not your place to tell me who I can and can’t date,” you quip.
“Gimme another chance,” he pleads.
“We can’t, Pete. You’re my instructor. There are rules.”
“Fuck the rules.”
“Not these rules. You can do whatever the fuck you want up in the air but we have to follow these rules, Mav.”
You guide him up the steps to his house.
“We were good together,” he mumbles.
“Don’t do this, Pete,” you say, feeling your throat close up and tears forming in your eyes.
Maverick looks up at you with sadness in his eyes.
“I won’t, I’m sorry for knocking on your door,” he says, suddenly stone cold sober.
“I need to go before I do something stupid,” you say, turning away. “Goodnight, Mav.”
“Goodnight, y/n,” Maverick whispers.
You go back to your place, where Ryan is still waiting.
Later that night, as you lay in bed with Ryan, you can’t stop thinking about how you’d rather be next to Maverick.
You spend the weekend with Ryan, but your mind is filled with Maverick. As Ryan walks you to your door Sunday night, you find some courage.
“Ryan, I don’t think this is working for me,” you say.
“What?” he asks you.
“I wanted to make this work, but I just don’t have the same feelings that you do for me.”
“It’s Maverick, isn’t it?”
“Ryan, I…”
“No, I get it. Goodnight.”
Ryan turns on his heel and walks away. You watch him walk out of sight and you walk to Maverick’s house.
You knock on his door, and he answers almost immediately.
“Y/n,” he says softly.
“You were right, Mav,” you say, on the verge of tears.
“What?”
“I miss you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after Friday night.”
Maverick doesn’t say anything.
“If you changed your mind and don’t feel the same anymore, I get it and I’ll leave if you tell me,” you say, rambling.
Maverick leans in and kisses you, hard. Your arms wrap around his neck instinctively, and you push him back inside his house, kicking the door shut behind you.
He pushes you up against the door with a thud. Maverick’s tongue eagerly swipes against your lips, wanting in.
Of course, without any hesitation, you part your lips for him, his tongue moving in and swiping against yours.
A moan slips out of your mouth and into his, and he sighs happily.
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me,” Maverick tells you.
“You’re the worst thing that’s happened to me,” you tease.
He smiles. “I know you don’t mean that.”
You giggle and kiss him again, happy to be back in his arms.
“I’m sorry I walked away, I was scared,” you say softly.
“Don’t be, y/n,” Maverick reassures you, pulling you in for a hug. He kisses the top of your head.
“Mav,” you sigh, squeezing him tighter, never wanting to let go ever again.
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pmitchell · 2 years
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his only. | pete “maverick” mitchell x reader
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warnings: None! This is pure fluff and I had a loooot of fun writing this!
pairings: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x reader
word count: 2,480 words (9 minutes reading time)
author’s notes: I wanted to cut this down so that it would only be around 1,500 words, but I could not pick which part I didn’t want to include because they are all sooo fun to write! Hope you enjoy this one; I fulfilled two requests at the same time with this haha.
“So, who are you gonna be working with?” You asked, looking up at Maverick as he sat right next to you and handed you your glass of water.
“Not work with, teach,” Maverick said, still slightly bitter about the fact that he was not allowed to fly this mission.
You pouted a little. “I’m sorry. He didn’t tell me about that part, just the part about you getting called back, or else I would’ve done something so that you wouldn’t get your hopes up,” you apologized.
Maverick smiled, he pulled you into his lap and tucked your hair behind your ear. Of course he didn’t blame you, nor could he stay mad at you, not when you looked absolutely pretty sitting there in one of his t-shirts. He knew the routine; even if you were the Admiral’s daughter and there are some things you might know, he was not allowed to divulge all details to you. Including the fact that Maverick was called to teach and not fly the mission.
When the two of you started dating, Maverick wondered why was he always getting into trouble with the Admiral’s daughter after almost 30 years. This particular Admiral, though, he was not expecting to work with, so he thought he was fine this time. Until Ice assigned him a new post, working under the man who had been giving Maverick the cold shoulder for the past year for dating his daughter. Maverick knew it was Ice’s way of messing with him; it had to happen once every few years.
“You know I don’t blame you,” he smiled, tracing circles on your thigh with his thumb. “It’s Ice, he just had to get back at me somehow,” the man chuckled, eyes glazing over slightly as he thought of his best friend.
You smiled, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “So, do you know who you’re going to be teaching?” You repeated your question.
“Phoenix is one of ‘em,” he said, knowing it had been a while since you caught up with your childhood best friend. “Bradley too,” he added and you rolled your eyes at the mention of the name. Not because of Maverick’s ongoing feud with him, but because of how you knew Bradley beforehand. “A few others I don’t know personally, but I’ve heard of Hangman and his reputation.”
You groaned, “Hangman. I’m guessing Coyote might be in the mix.”
“I think so,” Maverick shrugged. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just that those three have been trying to hit on me ever since they first got into TOPGUN and I keep on rejecting them, but they’re resilient, I’ll give ‘em that,” you chuckled.
“Are you telling me I might have a little competition?” Maverick growled a little, shifting his body closer and closer to you as he flipped you on your back onto the couch and began kissing your neck but then his fingers wriggled against your waist, tickling you.
You shrieked and laughed. “Honey, stop!” You whined in between your laughs.
Maverick chuckled and pressed a kiss on your lips, happily knowing that you were his and his only.
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“Well, well. (Y/N) Simpson, as I live and breathe,” a voice called out your name from behind you as you watched Phoenix try to make the shot at The Hard Deck.
“Here we go,” Phoenix muttered under her breath. Hangman sauntered in slowly towards you, the golden sunset glow emitting off him gave him the perfect dramatic effect.
“Hangman,” you acknowledged him with an anticipating smile, wondering what he will do. You turned around and sat on the edge of the pool table and saw the look; the same look he had when he first decided he was going to try to woo you into dating him, no matter how many times you had rejected his advances.
He leaned his hand on the side of the pool table right next to where you were sitting, arm flexing as he stood incredibly close to you that you could smell his cologne mixed with the hint of his beer wafting around you. “A forbidden love between a humble pilot and the Admiral’s beautiful daughter,” Hangman began, using the most dramatic movie narrator voice. “He will go to the moon and back to prove that he is worthy of the Admiral’s approval. And they ride off in his aircraft into the sunset.” 
“That’s a teaser to what our life is going to be,” he finished and looked at you, grinning cheekily. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Wanna go ride off into the sunset with me?” 
“Humble, really?” You laughed as you held on to your pool stick, looking as if you are considering the offer and letting a sliver of hope grow in his mind. “No. But you should send that to Nicholas Sparks; sounds like it would’ve made a really good novel,” you said.
Hangman closed his eyes, hand going on his chest as if he had just been hit with a bullet. “Oh, you break my heart once again, darling,” the man said, hanging his head low as you chuckled.
“Aw, come on now. Don’t give up, you’ll get there eventually,” you patted his cheek, clearly amused that he continued to try even after all these years. 
Just then Rooster walked into the bar, glasses obstructing his usually mischievous eyes. “Trying so hard already? She just got here,” Rooster remarked, looking at the way Hangman was standing so close to you.
“You mean failing hard,” Payback snickered and Hangman shot him an angry glare.
“You know she has a boyfriend, right?” Phoenix finally said as she aimed her stick at the cue ball.
“What?” Hangman and Rooster asked, looking at you for answers.
You stood up straight and inhaled, refusing to answer the question. “Well, I gotta go. Dinner with the folks tonight,” you said to them, setting down the pool stick and hugging Phoenix goodbye.
“(Y/N), what’s his name?” Coyote called out to you as you left. You only smiled at him, refusing to answer.
“Social security number? Anything!” Payback tried, but you were already out the door.
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“How was your day today?” Your father, Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, asked as he looked at you from across the dining table.
“Great!” You said. “I finally had the chance to catch up with Natasha after work; she seemed really excited about training,” you said.
“And how about those boys who keep fawning all over you?” your mother smirked.
“They’re not fawning all over me,” you denied, but deep down you knew they were. 
You weren’t going to admit this, but you did like the attention; mainly because it made Maverick jealous that he still had to wait another couple of weeks before you could publicly be seen together. It made all the time you spent at his place all the more exciting; since he had to keep his hands all to himself in front of other people, it was like he was getting a revenge whenever the two of you were alone.
And the jealous sex. Oh God, the jealous sex.
“It’s like watching a bunch of nerds having a crush over the most popular girl in school,” your father rolled his eyes. “I can’t decide which is better, them or a man twice your age,” he spoke in a light yet sarcastic tone.
“Dad...” you warned him, smirking because the two of you had discussed this at length.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he put his hands up as if signalling defeat. “Can’t choose who to fall in love with.”
“That’s right,” you nodded. It had been a long time coming, but your father had finally accepted the fact that you were dating Maverick. Although you wanted your father to get along with him, the fact that they could both be civil while being in one room now is more than enough for the time being.
“Where is Pete? Why isn’t he joining us today?” Your mom asked. She was more accepting of him, even if she had her doubts, she was always supportive.
“Still at the bar, I believe. They were playing football at the beach today and they wanted the fun to carry on,” you shrugged. 
All of a sudden you received a text on your phone, but because of your mother’s no-phone-at-the-table rule, you decided to ignore it. That was until a torrent of messages caused your phone to ping nonstop.
“Sorry, Mom, let me just...” you trailed off when you read the message from Rooster.
Lok out the window!
Now.
(Y/N)?
Heloooo?
Look out teh widnow!
And the text was followed by a series of random letters sent in a hurry to grab your attention. You left your plate and walked towards the living room where you heard small knocks on the glass caused by little pebbles being thrown at it. You pulled the curtains back to look out your window and sure enough, there they were in your front yard.
Hangman, Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and even sweet Bob, all in their casual clothes, some still wearing the shorts they wore at the beach today. They were all shoving each other, trying to get in the center, but then Payback pointed at you and they all stopped, getting in a horizontal formation.
Rooster played a song on his phone but it was too muffled for you to hear properly. But then they began singing.
Imagine me and you, I do I think about you day and night, it's only right To think about the girl you love and hold her tight So happy together
You were wide-eyed in shock, you could not believe what you were seeing. Six grown men, drunk out of their minds at 8 PM, serenading you a song by The Turtles.
If I should call you up, invest a dime And you say you belong to me and ease my mind Imagine how the world could be, so very fine So happy together
They definitely didn’t plan this well enough, because they were singing and dancing without coordination. You were smiling so wide but you held back your laughter until the refrain came and you swore you could’ve toppled to the ground.
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you (they all pointed at you at this point) For all my life When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue For all my life
They were about to continue singing when your father appeared from behind you, glaring at all six of them.
“Oh shit!” You could hear Fanboy say and Rooster turned off the music while the others scrambled to leave.
“Sorry, Sir!” Bob yelled as he ran after the others.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered. You continued to laugh, watching them run away before you turned around to see your dad still glaring out the window. 
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Two weeks had passed since the incident and all six pilots had gotten a 200-pushups punishment from your father for coming to his house drunk. They had left for the mission and returned a few days ago for a last hurrah at The Hard Deck with Maverick. Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster convinced you to come as a “representative” of your father who decided it was unprofessional for him to join the festivities.
“Let me go grab some more drinks,” Maverick said, heading straight for the bar.
“So, where is this boyfriend of yours?” Rooster asked, leaning close to you. “How come I’ve never seen him around?”
You chuckled, “Are you trying to accuse me of lying?”
“I’m just saying it’s odd that I never see him,” Rooster shrugged, refusing to say yes but basically affirming your question.
“I bet Phoenix is just making it up because she’s jealous,” Hangman smirked, looking at Phoenix and causing her to roll her eyes.
“Oh, please,” you defended her. “I think she’s more annoyed of the fact that you are always disturbing us whenever we’re trying to get together,” you told Hangman. Phoenix almost choked on her beer in laughter as she held up her hand for a high five which you reciprocated.
“I say it’s a lie!” Hangman said. “You don’t really have a boyfriend, you just agreed to Phoenix’s lie to mess with my chances.”
“I’m not lying,” you denied his claims.
“Okay, well, prove it!” The blond challenged you. “Call him up, and tell him to meet us right here!” He shouted a little, grabbing the interests of Coyote and the rest of the pilots.
You looked at Natasha and she looked back at you, positively smirking. She knew you didn’t want to make a big deal out of this, because they will all leave soon and would probably not see you again for a while and you could be with Maverick in peace. But you couldn’t pass up the challenge to shut them up.
You set your drink down, stood up, and walked to Maverick. You slid into the empty space between him and an occupied chair. “Hi,” you smiled sweetly at him.
“Hi,” Maverick said, still keeping both arms folded on the bar no matter how much he wanted to grab you by the waist and kiss you right there. He looked slightly wary as he glanced at at the rest of the pilots who were looking at the two of you with question marks floating above their heads. From where they were sitting, they couldn’t hear a thing you both said, but they got a clear view of you.
“They keep saying that I’m lying; that I am not actually seeing anyone,” you said.
“Is that so?” He smirked, turning his body towards you. “You wanna prove them wrong?” Maverick asked.
“Yes, please,” you giggled as the two of you stepped forward, closing the gap in between. Maverick pulled you into his arms and kissed you hard and deep, causing your body to slightly dip at the way he was leaning forward. 
You didn’t let it get too far, though, not wanting them to have a whole show, but the kiss should be enough to prove a point.
“Let’s get out of here,” Maverick smirked, leaving a last quick kiss on your lips.
“Okay, let me go grab my things,” you told him. Maverick left a few dollar bills to pay for the beers he had just ordered and told the bartended to deliver it to the pilots sitting with their mouth agape as they watched you.
You walked back to the group, a big smile on your face as you grabbed your bag and your phone from the table. You hugged Natasha goodbye and looked at the rest of the guys.
“Bye, boys. I’ll see you next time,” you smirked and walked back to Maverick.
He held out his hand and grabbed yours as he glanced back to the guys before walking you out of the bar.
“WHAT?” All pilots shouted at Phoenix who was laughing and slapping her knee.
“Oh God, you should see your faces!” she laughed.
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For your birthday celebration dear friend! Alter this however you need to make it work for you (you had to guess I would pick Maverick though):
TGM Maverick with “is it too late for a birthday kiss?” in this scenario (if possible!!): taking a bit of icing off the cake and putting it on their cheek.
Happiest of birthdays Mare, I’m so excited to read anything you come up with!!
Rad, my friend. Look at you hopping into my inbox to remind me of all the reasons I love Maverick. And I am SO SORRY but I totally missed the fact you asked for TGM Mitchell, when I in fact wrote him as 1986 Maverick. Oops. I am so sorry I spaced that, I hope it's okay!
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Certifiable 
“Yo! Hey, hey–I’m late, I know I’m late! Don’t close the–” 
Late is the probably the most understated adverb that Pete Mitchell could pull out of his ass, even taking the porch steps in two long strides. Those offensive western boots that he so adores catch the planks of the porch something terrible; you can feel him practically lunge for the front door you’re more than happy to slap closed in his face. Your heart bounces against your ribs when his thick arm braces the door open, the sharp smack of his palm on the sun-fading wood enough to make you blink. So much for locking him out. 
“–door,” bright smile, you bite the inside of your cheek. Put some daylight between the two of you as your hand tightens around the knob of the door. “Hi.” 
Crooked smile twisting up his lips, his chin lifts a little in an effort to peer down at you—an effort that is fruitless, ultimately. You’ve got a solid inch on Mitchell, even though those boots work hard to give him some height. But that really doesn’t mean anything, and hasn’t, since you’d first smacked eyes on him on the golden California sand, all suntan and hard lines and confidence. 
And while the Navy’s infamous Maverick made a show of being truly irked by the difference in your heights; buddies ribbed him the wrong way and teased him mercilessly, deep down you knew he was truly nonplussed. Didn’t make a stitch of difference, actually—he still managed to get whatever you needed from the cupboards in the kitchen. Top shelf of the garage. That one time he practically climbed the shelves at K-Mart to get that last box of Kix for that mama and her sweet toddler. So what if he used a stepladder? Creative problem solving. 
Aviators low on his slightly-sunburned nose, Maverick’s tongue fills the pocket of his cheek. Skates along his bottom teeth. He’s out of breath, chest rising and falling in little, shallow puffs. And the pearled perspiration over his top lip speaks to the absolutely hellish humidity that hangs in the air like a wet blanket. You blink, he removes the aviators and slips them up into his hair. Upsets sweat you didn’t notice clinging to his ebony locks for dear life. They hit the wood of the porch beneath your bare feet, leaving fat stains. And he shifts his weight a little, boots catching on the porch again. Doesn’t move his arm, like it might shatter the moment that balances on the precipice like tettering crystal. 
“Maverick.” Tone cold, venom sits there on the back of your tongue. You wait. 
Pete may have a really good excuse for being two hours late to your birthday dinner. There’s a choice few things a now-cold, twelve dollar New Your Strip can forgive—an assassination. Invasion. Aliens touchdowned in Mission Beach. Christ splitting open the sky for His second coming. And you’ve always been pretty understanding—Pete was a Naval Aviator. He belonged to the Navy. Or, rather—his talents belonged to the Navy. 
Long ago he’d confessed that he belonged to you. With thick, deep kisses that made your head spin and your heart nearly flatline between his hands he’d told you that he loved you. That you were it, the only one. The original thing called love. His. You threatened his world, all his best laid plans–if he could do it over, he’d find you first. All such sweet casanova little things that made your blood flare with toe-curling, delicious heat only the greats ever knew. Pete took your breath away, every and any time he even looked at you. 
You’d known things could never revert. From the first kiss, from the first time he’d laced his fingers through yours you’d seen smoke in the air. Letting him go was never an option. As if he’d planned it all along, from the jump of that first toothy smile. Knowing twinkle in his eye. It was like a calculated game of chess. And like cats and mice, you played. Loved playing. Wouldn’t ever play with anyone else. 
Muscle in his jaw flexing, he chuckles a little. Nervously—like he does when he’s nervous. Taking an easy stance against the door jamb, his foot kicks over the other. Balancing on the toe of his western snips. Adjusting his arm on the door to rest his head in his hand, his eyes search yours. Looking for forgiveness, for any of that familiar love you so easily give. And, you hope he can see the disappointment that’s been flooding between your ribs like a sinking ship all night—you hope he can see the robbed moments. The memories you can’t get back. The missed opportunity, because you’ve been planning this for two weeks. 
“Baby, I know I’m late—and I’m so sorry for that, but Goose—” And there it is. The excuse. Prefaced with nothing more than a blush of embarrassment on his face, you know. The world didn’t come to a screaming halt to keep him away from dinner. Nobody burned in. It’s just an excuse, another man-child lame-o reason he didn’t come home. 
You’re rolling your eyes and turning away from him before that gut-punch of a smile can shake you all the way down and make you forget the now-cold dinner sitting on the table. Turning on the ball of your foot, you lift a hand as if to stay the explanation. Excuses—he always has them. Maverick is the king of talking himself out of the repercussions for what he talks himself into, you’ve seen it a dozen times. Little changes with Pete Mitchell in the year you’ve been going steady, and it’s becoming a trend. 
“Save it, Mav,” your tone barks cold as you stalk into the kitchen, “I really don’t wanna hear it.” The hem of your dress floats around your ankles in such a way that almost burns. Anger skirts through your blood like a jetstream. Waiting to take-off, you slap the dish towel you’d thrown over your shoulder to the counter with a sharp crack! and you hear Mav flinch as he comes soaring into the kitchen. 
Pete’s eyes quickly take in the kitchen. “Oh fuck.” 
That little muscle in his jaw twitches again. You can see the oh, shit moment on his face as he takes in the scope of dinner—and just what all went into cooking. It’s all his favorites—asparagus. Sweet potatoes, wild rice. New York strip steak grilled to an absolutely perfect medium enough to make even Gordon Ramsey himself smile. Cake and ice cream for dinner, a rare treat considering that Pete never indulged in dessert. You’d intended to coerce him on the couch, straddling those deliciously tight Levis. Asking so sweetly what he thinks about a locked-in recipe that’s been reducing men to gelatinous piles of goo for half a century. 
“Yeah, Pete. ‘Oh fuck’.” Your arms cross. “Two weeks—for two weeks I’ve been reminding you of tonight. Begging you not to make plans, asking you to be here. With me. I have spent all day in the kitchen, Mitchell! All fucking day.” Hands finding the counter, you lean slightly over it, brows furrowed into a hard knot. “I turn thirty, one time in my life, Mav. Once. I wanted it to be special—you should’ve been here!” Shouting is the only thing keeping you halfway held together. Emotional tears well like hot acid in your eyes, Maverick’s befuddled features slightly askew. Turning, you heave a sigh and roll your eyes, swiping at the wet. 
And it may sound like a selfish argument. It could be. But you don’t care, not really. He should’ve been here, damnit. Home. With you. Not with Goose, not with Viper, sure as shit not with Kazansky or Slider. He should’ve been home, kissing your temple as you swing together on the front porch, watching the sun paint devastatingly stunning colors through the sky over the ocean. 
“Baby, I–” 
“–no, Pete. No. I don’t want any excuses,” you pout, face exploding with hot color. Working yourself up, you backpedal away from his careful approach, “there aren’t any that’ll make me less pissed at you.” Around the counter, you trip over your own feet. Stumbling, you catch yourself at the counter, trembling hand swiping at the tears now dropping down your cheeks. 
And Pete bites the inside of his cheek to try and keep from snorting. You can see his body recoil with the effort of trying not to laugh at your clumsiness. “It’s not funny!” Your voice lifts into a crackled squeak as you slap the counter, “You didn’t even call, Pete Mitchell. You could’ve picked up the damn phone and called!” And he dares to stop, kick to a lean against the island. Slips out of his bomber jacket, and lays it across the counter as easily as anything you’ve ever seen. You don’t miss the ripple of corded muscle as arms fold over that brawny chest of his. “You’re….you’re—”
Immediately, your mouth is emptied of any and all moisture. Finger tapping against his arm, you see him watch you begin to unravel. The hinge of your mouth releases as you try to stumble for the continuation of your rant. And your mouth shifts with unintelligible attempts which only make his smile grow. 
“I’m sorry,” twinkle growing in his eye, he steps forward. Which prompts you a step back. “I tried to get away as fast as possible, baby, I hope you can understand that sometime. And you have every right to be pissed off at me,” hands slipping sheepishly into the pockets practically painted on his body, he bites the corner of his bottom lip. Wolfishly, temptingly. “Would it help if I told you I haven’t stopped thinking about you today?” 
And all at once the anger in your blood flatlines, running ice cold in your veins. Fading under the way he looks at you, the way his eyes fall over the cut of your hip in this dress. How he studies the details only ever talked about in the pages of fiction. How he fills up every molecule of air in this house in such a way that strangles the sense right out of you. Like the crack of a whip you can’t breathe evenly, the shaking breath that steadies out of your nose hitching just enough to paint flushed color on your face. Mitchell shoots you that smile, the very specific one that shakes you all the way down. You gasp a little. 
Panicking, your fingers reach for the first thing they find on the counter that’ll help you win back control of the situation. Heart racehorsing in your chest, you fling asparagus at him like it’s the only thing keeping daylight between the two of you. Bouncing off his face harmlessly, his features twists up at the exact moment you lose your cool with a chest-rattling guffaw. 
Hand slapping over your mouth, Pete looks at you. Slack-jaw for all of a few seconds, his flash of mad disappears beneath a quicksilver grin that’s so wild it may as well be fire. Silence bleeds between the two of you, and you try to wrangle your anger back up into your blood—but you don’t get the chance. Pete is already dashing around the corner of the island, hand reaching to pluck your wrist before you can twist away with a girlish squeal. 
“I don’t think so, honey,” his tone is playfully rough as he wrestles you into compliance against the counter, feet braced on the floor as he pins your hands behind you, lightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to render your giggling frame all but defenseless as he hovers in your personal space. “You think that’s funny? Launching projectiles at me? I’ll have you know that’s the kind of thing that starts wars in my line of work, sweetheart,” he’s trying not to laugh again. It’s written in the bounce of joy in his eyes, the mock seriousness in his tone. 
Leaning in close, his chest brushes against yours as his hands tighten up around yours still pressed behind you. “How about it, sweetheart? You still wanna fight?” The way his eyes flutter to a lusty half mast makes your spine nearly burst into flame, the swirl in the low of your stomach enough to remind you of just how lonely you’ve been today. 
“I’m still mad at you,” you hiss between attempts to stop giggling incessantly, “dinner’s cold.” 
His brow furrows a little as his gaze skips beyond you. It’s a second before his jaw clamps closed. Then, “Can always warm it,” he concedes, his eyes cutting back to you. “I’m not above reheating a steak made with all the love and attention of a good girl,” 
“Kiss ass,” you mutter. 
The pout on your face is dramatic. He offers a small, apologetic smile. “You say it like it's a bad thing.” 
And it’s out of character for Maverick, who would sooner take a bullet than take a moment of humility, but it’s enough to soften the blade of disappointment still wedged between your ribs. Huffing, your fingers flex a little behind you as you quietly tell him it’s beginning to hurt. Immediately releasing your hands, his float to either of your hips. Jutting his forward a little he gently pins you into place, a thumb rubbing slow, steady circles into the bone of your hip. 
Lifting a hand to brush the air from your shoulder, Maverick angles his head a little to brush his lips along the line of your jaw. His nose tickles the soft of your neck as he inhales a sharp, full breath of the vanilla perfume clinging to your skin. And his pleasurable little hum of approval sends goosebumps across your entire body, which bristles as he pulls you forward a little. Snug against all his hard planes, against the cut of him that seems God-inspired for only you. Biting the inside of your cheek, it takes monumental willpower not to allow your head to rest against his. 
And before you can get lost in the way he’s open-mouth kissing your neck, he pulls back, takes your chin between his fingers, and pins you with an unreadable look that knocks your heart against your esophagus for a minute. For a second you can’t breathe, and when he lifts his chin a little, you sink a little against the counter. 
Reaching beyond you, you hear a pan skitch along the counter. And before you can even think about looking to see what Maverick’s managed into, there’s a dollop of homemade frosting on the tip of your nose. Drawn into a cross-eyed attempt to see it, his smile grows as he licks what’s left on his finger, brows bouncing. Pleased with himself, the low chuckle rumbling around his chest sends a bolt of lightning down the length of your spine. 
“—there.” Pleased, he gives a little nod. “For the asparagus. We’re even.” Clucking his tongue, his brow piques to a cavalier you suddenly resent. “Looks good enough to eat.” Oh, no. No way does Maverick get the high ground in this situation. Dinner is ruined because of him—and if he thinks some flirty little looks and some salacious innuendos is enough to undo all your upset, he is dead wrong. 
He hasn’t released your chin. But your eyes find the cake, now with a more-than-apparent Maverick line marring it’s beautiful frosting. “So now that we understand each other,” his fingers tighten a little at your chin, and you manage to bite the corner of your lips a bit. “Is it too late for a kiss from the birthday girl?” 
Your lids drop to half mast, unphased. “That’s two things that’re too late tonight, Maverick,” stressing the irony of his name never fails to rile him up. Your hand fumbles for a lightning second across the counter, until fingers curl into your birthday cake. You can feel the thick, creamy frosting between your fingers, cake burying under your nails. Perfect. 
Plucking a handful of the baked good, you waste no time in smearing it across his face—hard enough to send him backpedaling, but good-naturedly enough to produce an entertained squeal from you. “I guess it’s a happy birthday after all,” your uncontrollable laughter matches the gobsmacked look on Maverick’s face. 
“I see how it is,” he nods, popping a fingerful of cake and frosting into his mouth. “Shit, this is good.” Licking his upper lip, his brows bounce as he takes your face between his hands, eyes focused on your mouth for a second before finding yours again. “I love you, babygirl. And I’m sorry. You know that, right?” 
“I know that, Pete,” you say quietly, hands slipping down the muscle of his arms, encouraging him to hold you close. “I just wish you’d remember me once in a while while you’re out playing GI Joe with the boys.” Corner of your mouth lifting, he nods his understanding and snorts a little. “Besides, I can’t help but love you when you do stupid shit like this.” 
“Is that a fact?” 
“Certifiable one, yeah.” 
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