#always putting up with mav’s bullshit

[zaskiaz]

the way i tear up every time hondo says “it’s been an honor, captain”

e v e r y t i m e

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Full of Surprises - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Inspired by @galaxy-of-stories's post

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: virgin!bob x fem reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, swearing, hangman actually being a decent friend towards bob.

word count: 3k

minors dni below the cut

Bob chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he watched you from across the beach, his dark blue eyes watching you intensely from behind his wire framed glasses. He rarely took part in off-base activities with the rest of the Dagger squad, but today, he’d been coaxed out by Rooster and Phoenix to join the team for a relaxing beach day. What he didn’t know though, was that you would be there. You were Maverick’s niece, and Bob had pretty much instantly fallen for you. Smart, funny, beautiful and friendly - Bob thought you were the whole package. He loved the way your eyes lit up whenever you spoke about something you were interested in, the way your cheeks blushed whenever Maverick and Rooster started reminiscing about your childhood, having grown up playing with Rooster on occasion when you were little, and he loved the way you were so outgoing, and so unlike him. He always hated his incurable shyness, the fact that he struggled so hard to come out of his shell, he resented it, especially now that it made it next to impossible for him to hold a conversation with you. 

“Hey, Baby-on-Board, you coming?” 

Bob turned his head around to face one of the pilots on his squad, Hangman, calling over to him. Bob rolled his eyes at the nickname Hangman had given him and shook his head quickly, his cheeks turning red again. He prayed that the UV rays were strong enough that day that he could lie and say the reddening of his face was due to too much sun exposure, but he knew that wasn’t likely going to work as an excuse on anyone, much less Hangman. The tall blonde pilot raised an eyebrow at Bob as he folded his arms over his broad chest. 

“Jeez, Bagman, don’t you ever wear a shirt?” Bob laughed dryly as he poked fun at Hangman, who had long ditched his t-shirt to show off his sunkissed skin, trying desperately to attract any female attention he could get on the beach.

“Hey, at least I don’t keep mine on the whole time at the beach.” Hangman shrugged as he sat down on the sand beside Bob. “Why do you anyway? I mean, you do all the same workouts as the rest of us do. It’s because you’re covered in chest hair isn’t it?” Hangman smirked as he playfully shoved Bob, flipping his sunglasses down over his eyes.

“No, I just don’t like to,” Bob shrugged his shoulders, “You know me, I’m not one to draw attention to myself.” 

“I hate to break it to you, Bobby, but you’ve definitely drawn someone’s attention,” Hangman grinned at him as he pointed towards you with his thumb as he spoke, “Mav’s niece hasn’t been able to stop herself from giving you the bedroom eyes, it’s hilarious that you haven’t noticed it yet though.”

“Bedroom eyes?” Bob laughed and shook his head, “What the hell are bedroom eyes?” 

“You know,” Hangman put his sunglasses atop his short blonde hair and grinned, imitating the lustful look he was referring to, the one he was so convinced you had for Bob.

“I have never seen anyone make that face in my life, Bagman. Are you bullshitting me?” Bob raised an eyebrow as he leaned back on his palms in the sand and sighed softly as he watched you again. The breeze blew your long hair back and the sunlight hit your tanned skin just right, making you appear to have a sunkissed glow. The sight alone was almost enough to drive Bob crazy. 

“Hah!” Hangman grinned as he pointed at Bob’s facial expression as he watched you, “You’re doing it to her right now!”

“I am not!” Bob protested, shaking his head. “Look, don’t you have something better to do?”

“No, I know I’m a shitty wingman half the time, but this time, I’m making it my personal mission to be yours.” 

Bob sighed again as he rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn’t winning on this one, and Hangman wasn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon. He just wasn’t ready to make a move on you yet. He’d had a handful of girlfriends over the years, but he’d never gone any further than making out for one reason or another, usually due to nerves. As badly as Bob wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to be humiliated in front of you.

“I’m fine,” Bob said through clenched teeth. 

“Dude, you can tell me what your hang up is. I’m not gonna go blab it, I promise,” Hangman said, placing his hand over his heart playfully to show that Bob’s secret would be safe with him.

“Fine…” Bob exhaled and shook his head, “I don’t know what the bedroom eyes are or anything because I’ve never, you know…gone to the bedroom…with anyone,” He said as he gave Hangman a pleading look, his facial expression begging him for some sympathy and compassion instead of the relentless teasing he expected from him.

“You mean, never?”

“Never. Not even close. I think I’ve made out with a girl once. I was like 18 though.” 

“Wow,” was all that Hangman could muster out.

“So now you get it?” Bob asked softly, “It’s not that I don’t want to ask her out. It’s that I’m scared I’ll screw it up because of that.”

Bob sighed and shook his head again as he stood up. He brushed the sand off his shorts and forced a laugh.

“I’m gonna head home, Hangman. See you later.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hangman laughed as he put a hand on Bob’s shoulder, his firm grip stopping Bob from walking away, “You’re at least gonna talk to this poor girl. She’s been interested in you the whole time she’s been here visiting Mav. Christ, even Mav’s noticed it,, and we all know how observant he is.”

“What if you’re wrong though and she’s not interested in me? Maybe she’s just being nice. I bet you’re more her type anyway.” Bob frowned.

“Me? No, she’s uh…she’s made it very clear I am not her type,” He laughed softly, shaking his head, “I tried. She outright told me “the cute guy with glasses” is her type. And how many guys with glasses are on our squad?”

“Just me…unless she meant sunglasses. Then it could be anyone.”

“Robert, I swear, you’re the dumbest guy I’ve ever met sometimes,” Hangman laughed as he rolled his eyes, “She meant you, jackass. She likes you. She told me. Now, what are you going to do with this information?”

“Talk to her…?” Bob tried, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he thought about it.

“Attaboy, Baby-on-Board, you got this,” Hangman grinned as he stood up, “Now, do me a favour? Try to look a little less like you’re about to shit your pants over this ok?” 

Bob rolled his eyes and took a deep breath as he approached you, a friendly smile on his lips as he nodded his head towards you. 

“Hi, I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself,” Bob offered his hand out to shake and smiled, “Lt. Robert Floyd, everyone calls me Bob, sometimes Bobby though.” 

“Hi Bob,” you grinned and shook his hand, “Y/N. Nice to meet you. My uncle’s told me a lot about you. You’re a WSO, right?”

“Yeah, I’m the backseater, it’s kinda fun, I’m a big nerd, so I get to use a lot of math in it to calculate where to aim the lasers and all that.”

You let out a giggle as he explained his role to you and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh along with you. Hours passed between the two of you conversing together, Hangman proudly watching Bob impress you from the background. After a while, the rest of the squad cleared out from the beach, leaving just you and Bob there by yourselves. It was beginning to get dark outside when you stood up beside Bob and smiled warmly.

“Want to come back to my aunt Penny’s? She’s not gonna care if I bring you over, she and Uncle Mav speak very highly of you. Aunt Penny always says you’re incredibly polite, and Uncle Mav called you a “good kid” so I doubt they’d mind if you came back to hangout for a little while.”

Bob nodded his head and smiled politely at you, the sunset making his eyes shine as he turned to face you. He leaned forward gently and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled away after a moment and shook his head. 

“God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m not usually that forward. I mean, I wanted to, obviously,  I just normally ask first. And now I’m rambling, fuck sake,” He laughed and shook his head again.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, quieting his anxieties and insecurities as your lips met once again. He moved his lips in time with yours as he kissed you, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip, as if he was asking permission for it to enter your mouth. Your tongues swirled together with passion and lust as you made your way across the sand and over to the front steps of your aunt and uncle’s home where you were staying, your lips barely breaking contact as you walked. You felt Bob put a hand gently on your waist as you pulled him inside through the patio door, into the sunroom where you were staying. You breathlessly pulled away from Bob to come up for air, shrugging your cardigan off your shoulders as you did so. Bob, finding a sudden burst of confidence, grabbed you by the waist with one hand and pulled you into his body tightly, pressing his lips to your neck. As his lips found your sensitive spot on your neck, his hands palmed their way over your breasts, gently cupping them and squeezing them as he felt you up. 

“Mhmm, Bob,” you groaned softly as he made contact with your sensitive skin. 

Bob pulled away for a moment and frowned slightly, remembering his earlier confession to Hangman. He let out a deep exhale before turning to face you, his facial expression full of concern as he spoke.

“Listen, I have to tell you something before we go any further, ok?” His voice was quiet and low, almost in a whisper as he spoke.

You nodded in response and waited, listening intently as Bob spoke.

“I’ve never…you know,” He finally said.

“Never?”

“No, never.”

“Do you want to though…?” You asked after a few moments of contemplation.

Bob bit his lip and laughed softly as he nodded his head quickly. 

“Believe me, I really do.”

“Then I’m honoured to be your first,” You nodded your head and kissed his cheek gently.

His cheeks flushed a bright scarlet red as you spoke. Without further hesitation, Bob leaned in and kissed you passionately again, tangling his fingers gently in your hair as he pulled you in closer to him. He pulled away ever so slightly as he spoke and laughed nervously.

“You’re going to have to tell me if I’m doing any of this right, ok? Kissing is about the only thing I know how to do.”

You giggled softly as you nodded your head reassuringly to Bob as he drifted his lips down your neck to your collarbone. He gently ran his hand up your leg, his fingers brushing against the hemline of your sundress as his hand drifted slowly up your thigh. You felt him take a deep breath as he pressed his lips to your collarbone again, his fingertips grazing your underwear gently. He looked up at you without saying a word, his lips still hovering above your collarbone, as if to ask for permission to keep going. You bit your lip, holding back a grin as you nodded your head, giving him the signal to continue.

Bob’s fingertips grazed against the dampening fabric of your underwear again, moaning softly into your collarbone, he looked up at you as he slowly dragged them down off your legs and laughed softly. 

“Wow.” he said, trying to hide his mix of arousal and curiosity, “You’re uh…you’re pretty into this, aren’t you?” He laughed as he tossed your underwear to the floor. 

“Mhmm,” You smirked at him as you guided his hand, his fingers gently brushing against your folds, feeling your arousal as it began to gather on you. 

“Shit,” Bob laughed softly as he shook his head, “This is where I start to not know what I’m doing.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Everyone has a first time, Bob, I’ll show you what to do,” You smiled reassuringly at him as you continued to guide his hand along your core. He smirked as his wandering hand found your clit, two of his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub as he discovered it. The sound that fell from your lips was almost enough to make Bob lose all self-control on the spot. He arched his eyebrow at you as he continued to gently draw circles on it with his finger. 

“Y-you can use your mouth there too,” you nodded, trying your best to think clearly as he pleasured you.

Bob bit his lip gently as he positioned himself between your legs. He took his glasses off and sat them beside your leg as he ducked his head down in between your legs. He gently pressed soft kisses to your folds, his tongue carefully lapping up your wet arousal as he kissed at you. You let out a loud moan as Bob’s lips made contact, but before he could lift his head up to see if you were ok, your hand was grabbing a handful of his sandy blonde hair, pulling his head into you gently to tell him to keep going.

Taking the hint, Bob continued to leave soft kisses on you, grinning as he heard you moan out. 

“Feels s’good, honey, keep doing that,” You encouraged as he began using his lips to suck at your sensitive clit, your hips bucking upwards against his mouth, your body craving being as close to him as humanly possible.

Your compliment to Bob’s skill turned something on in him, and suddenly, he began moving his lips in the same rhythm but with more passion, like he’d just discovered his God-given talent on this earth was using his mouth to pleasure you into oblivion. As you reached your boiling point, Bob continued to lap his tongue at you, his lips sucking on your clit as you rode it out. He pulled his mouth away from you before pulling his t-shirt over his head. He wiped his mouth on his shirt before discarding it to the floor and working to unbuckle his belt before dropping his shorts to the ground. His boxers were tenting with arousal as he looked down at you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

“Do you…do we need anything?” He asked as he tried build up the confidence to do what he was about to.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” You nodded your head and laughed softly, “So you’re good.”

“Right,” Bob chuckled softly as he nodded his head before peeling his boxer briefs down off his body. 

Bob stroked his length before lining his hips up with yours. He took a deep breath and looked to you for an indication that you were ready, that you were sure you wanted to go through with this. As you flitted your gaze to him, biting your lip as you sized him up, you couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. Bob looked at you, somewhat mortified as his eyes widened.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re just…bigger than I’d pictured, if you get me. You might need to take a pause once you get started so I can adjust to you, mkay?”

“Gotcha, don’t worry darlin’,” Bob nodded knowingly and laughed as he ran a hand through his hair. 

You let out a sharp exhale as Bob lined his hips up with yours and gently pushed himself into you. As promised, he paused for you to adjust to his size, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for him to start. Once he heard you give the ok, he began thrusting his hips in and out of you, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he felt your body tighten around him, your arousal dripping from you and onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned as he thrusted deeper into you, finding his rhythm, “You feel so good, darlin’.”

“Keep going, baby,” you purred at him, encouraging him to continue before throwing your head back in ecstasy, moaning his name loudly.

Bob felt your walls clenching against him, gripping his erection tightly as he pumped himself in and out of your body. He felt as you arched your back against the bed, bucking your hips upwards into his thrusts as you came close to your climax again. He groaned loudly in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier and more frantic.

“Fuck, darlin’, I’m so close,” He hissed as he let out another flurry of sinful sounding moans and grunts as he came.

The two of you sighed in unison as you rode your pleasure out together. Bob panted as he pulled himself out of you, his cheeks red from breathlessness as he tried to compose himself. He hovered over you, a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. You pressed your lips to his passionately, moaning softly against them as your overstimulated body struggled between wanting more from him, and wanting to take a break.

“How was I for my first time then?” He grinned at you. 

“I never would have believed you if you told me that was your first time after we’d done it. I also don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before this either.”

Bob smirked as he laid himself down beside you in bed, putting his glasses back on.

“Well, apparently I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?

[dulcewrites]

White Christmas

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x wife!reader (a spy/The Americans au)

Summary: Bob has never been one to reminisce - his job keeps him ever-moving forward. But the holidays calls for reflection. (Wc: 1k +)

Warning: this came out more angsty than I thought :/

A/N: First, just want to say Happy Holidays and or Merry Christmas to those that celebrate. I wanted to get this out a bit earlier but life was life-ing lmao. This is my submission for @lewmagoo’s a lew magoo Christmas. I can’t wait to go back and read/interact everyone’s submissions. This is based off the song by Bing Crosby. This was not the original idea I had; this is much more melancholy but I think it came out well. I could not decide if I wanted to do a fic or moodboard so I kind of put them together. Please like, reblog, and or comment if you read something you enjoy ❤️❄️

Masterlist

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white

Bob has been able to mark his life through events. Not exactly just with time or his age. Instead through a series of actions and domino effects that have set his life up to where it is now. He does not remember being 10, he just remembers the little house he was taken from. He doesn’t remember being 16, just the cold, smooth metal of his first revolver. His 26th birthday, with the real day he was born, was uneventful and terribly dull.

… that was until he got the envelope.

A face. A name. A never-ending mission. A wife to be.

27 was marked by a quick wedding. 28 was cemented by a crying baby girl and the sickly-sweet smell of baby wipes he grew to love. By 30, he saw his first gray hair and one little girl turned into two. Now he wonders what he can hang 37 on. He doesn't want it to be the bodies that have been left behind or 'daddy's business trips' as Georgia says.

Bob wants more. For once he wants something different. Something softer.

An idealist with the bloody ledger of a cynic, you call him. It is always with a smile but the biting edge that your voice can have never fully leaves. Bob thinks you resent that about him while likes to believe that it is a good thing - the little tug in the bottom of his stomach that he gets. Bob does his job, and he has done it valiantly for. Some days he may say he even loves what he does. But with his love comes a soft layer of sadness. It comes with wondering if there could be more outside of kills and mission and the bullshit, he would not have chosen for himself as a child. When things were syrupy in the way everything is when you're a kid.

The wistfulness grows stronger as the weather changes, and a dusty of white magic settles over the ground. The first winter snow he can remember in a long time.

The cabin idea comes with apprehension from you. Christmas was a holiday the two of you grinned and bared for the sake of the girls, but Bob found the words slipping out of his mouth. His fingers already inched looking into places - a little blue house in the snow. He knows that face well. Brows drawn tight and mouth pursed in thought.

“Emmie mentioned wanting to go camping.”

It was a bit unfair to mention your youngest daughter, Emerson. The frown lines on your face softened a bit, followed by a resigned sigh. There was little that made you like that - malleable. He knows you would never say it out loud but only the girls could do that.

I’ll have to talk with Maverick about it. He may need us.

Then it was his turn to frown. The growing dissolution bubbled under, and it all started with Pete Mitchell. But how does one turn his back on the only real family he has known. Bob cannot say he knows Regina and Don, - the people he should think to be parents; instead, thinks he was made in Mav’s image. Just like every other agent that has come through Top Gun. Your loyalty to Mav in admirable as it is a thorn in Bob’s side.

He likes to say there is three in your relationship if he could even call it that.

But he takes what he can get from you. A knowing smile when Aria says something completely out of left field. A kiss where you don’t flinch away or tense up.

It all works together in the oxymoron that is his marriage with you. Husband and wife. Partners in crime. He loathes you as much as he couldn’t imagine doing this without you. He endlessly pines for a woman he has two children with.

Nothing has ever been easy for the two of you, and he supposes he would not have it any other way.

———

“I don’t know your real name.”

The general statement made you pause as your looked away from the fireplace in front of you. Bob was sitting on the bed, the green reindeer slippers the girls gave him matched his pullover. While him and girls seem to thrive in the cold, you hated it. You liked the uncomfortableness that came with humidity and heat. You were used to beads of sweat above the brow and clothes sticking to you back. Uneasiness was your default setting.

A snow-covered cabin is beautiful in theory, tortuous in practice.

“What,” you muttered, gaze going back to the fire. The flames danced against the brick surrounding it. The name thing was an issue he pressed. For reasons you still don’t get.

“I don’t know your real name,” he repeats. “And you don’t know mine. You don’t know anything about me before we…”

He trails off contemplatively. You shrug softly. “I think Robert suits you fine. Perfectly, even.”

There was a beat of silence. You wanted to tell him it was better this way. Life has been separated into two different parts: BB and AB. Before Bob and After Bob. It was no use focusing on what happened before then. You hope he drops the conversation, but Bob has never been one to let things go. A dog with a bone.

“Do you know why I suggested coming here?”

“You enjoy watching me freeze,” it was a joke but there is little mirth in the room.

“I grew up in a little blue cabin, sort of like this one -,”

“Bob”

“In a small town in Illinois.”

“Bob,” you hate him for this… or at least you want to hate him for this. Hate him for trying so damn hard.

“Every winter, I remember sheets of snow on ground and - and my ma-,”

“Robert,” your voice echoes a bit off the room. You fully turn to him, wishing to have bit of venom in your voice but it comes out broken. “What do you want from this? From me?”

“Why does it have to be something? Why can’t I just want you, all of you?”

Penny warned you about this. She’s taught you everything you know. And for better or worse, it has led you done a straight and narrow path.

Even in our business, people grow… attached. It will be up to you to either let them in or close it before it gets to be too much.

You wouldn’t call yourself frigid, but you are sure others would. It never bothered you really. Not as you grew older. There was a weakness in others that you simply did not have. The coldness was an easy barrier that deterred most, if not everyone you came across.

“You have me,” your fingernail scrapes across the wool blanket wrapped around you. “I am right here, aren’t I?”

Cobalt eyes mute with sadness.

“That isn’t what I meant.”

You grow more exasperated. “And you think me telling you about my past life will do that?”

“No, but I think you being honest would. Honest about how you feel about me, about the girls, would.”

Does he want you to write on a piece of paper if he loves you and make him check yes or no like you’re in the fifth grade. There was something so innocent about the look he gave you. The stunted nature of how the two of you work around each other may be less of your faults and more of the world that failed the both of you. You look at Bob now and he doesn’t seem like the man you have seen dodging bullets or choking out men twice his size. He seems so utterly human. And despite yourself, all you can think about is how much Maverick would hate it. The spurred want others to think the same.

You do love the girls, frankly more that you would like to admit. Two little knives to which people can twist. And Robert…

People get hurt, killed, when feelings are involved.

let them in or close it.

“I am tired,” you mutter. “I really don’t feel like rehashing the past. Certainly not with you.”

It is the end of the discussion, and you try not to flinch when the door closes behind him. The silence had become a gentle friend of yours. A safe companion to embrace. You wait for him to come back, thinking he must be letting off some steam outside in the cold. But 30 minutes turns into an hour and you start to think he may have crashed in one of the other rooms in the cabin.

After numbingly sitting at the fireplace, the only thing you can think to do is get ready for bed. You crave a bottle of wine but agreed to a painfully dry Christmas.

Your fingers don’t go towards the drawers where you unpacked the plethora of long Johns and sweaters you brought; they go to Bob’s instead. You know he’d probably laugh at you if he could see it, and you’d deserve it. Can’t even admit your feelings but want to sleep in one his shirts. While digging for an old Led Zeppelin shirt. Your digging is thwarted when your hand grazes across a chest inside the drawer. Biting your lip, you look towards the door. Bad things come in threes. He’s already upset you; you’re digging in his stuff… might at well get your third strike.

A familiar sinking feeling muddled in your stomach as you lift the chest to see tinier ring box in it, along with a mini snow globe. You both promised no presents this year for Christmas, but of course he wouldn’t stick to that. Your gaze goes to the simple ring on your left hand. It wasn’t something either of you picked out. It was left in the envelope you received.

“You should be happy you even get one off the bat,” Natasha sighed. “Jake gave me a ring pop as joke before Mav stepped in.”

You don’t have it in you to open the ring box, a bile stuck in your throat. But you do pick up the mini snow globe. It is like nothing you have seen before; it looks homemade. Inside a little blue cabin with sparkles dusted around it. On the bottom, tiny writing painted on. Chicken scratch that could only come from kids.

To the best wife and mommy in the world. May all your Christmases be merry and bright.

You set the snow globe back in the chest hastily, as if you have been burned.

God you’re fucked.

[pollyna]

It starts with "I don't like sex that much" and evolves, in the next two years and half, in "I'd like to have a child, would you like that?", in the same way that starts with "it's just for tonight Sli', don't get your hopes up" and evolves in "we're going to be dads!" the day Carole's first sonogram shows a little human who's growing in Carole's belly.

it goes all the way of Carole and Goose being twenty years old and in love to the point the elope the morning after Goose proposes. Mav is their only witness and the chapel they get married is so pretty Carole cries because it's absolutely perfect;

and it's not like Goose doesn't know Carole doesn't really like sex but loves kissing him and sometimes, when the mood strikes and she is giggling because her lips are puffy and a little red for all the kisses they exchanged, her hand finds her way under his pants and boxers and it's embarrassing how fast Goose cums the first time that happens. She may not like sex but Goose has always the face and the expression of a person who got laid for hours and everyone is every squadron Goose is, is envious because nobody has a wife who's better than Carole;

They talked about kids in the two years they were dating because they were already thinking about building a future so they talked almost about everything. "We could adopt" Goose has suggested to which Carole had answered "if we're going to have a kid I think I'd like to carry them. We're going to find the way Goosie, but now take my out to dance!" And the conversation pretty much died there. Until two years and half later and Carole gets down for breakfast and "it's time" to a still half asleep Goose. "Honey I get it, I really do, but we can't just throw him out!", "throw who out?", "Maverick! You said it time, but you should at least give the guy a warning!", to Carole laughing because "you silly Goose, I'm talking about having a baby, not throwing Mav out of here." The coffee stain on the floor is still visible, if one looks at the floor really carefully;

Slider is there before everything, before Carole's too and it's not like he's going to put himself in the middle or anything but when she invites him to a nice diner how can he say no? He misses spending time with Goose without all the deployment bullshit and the way Ice is a step away from snapping and biting (or kissing) Maverick. He chooses his best shirt, of a nice orange and Ice lends him his car. He pats him on the back and "see you in the morning" with the knowing look of who already knows it all, even when Slider is sure he knows nothing. But that's Iceman Kazansky for you, seven steps in front of everyone;

The dinner is chatty and Carole puts herself in the middle of the two of them when they change scenery to get a drink. "We need to ask you a favoure" Carole says, against his ear after ordering their drinks. Slider finds himself humming back because Carole is a magnetic presence and he would probably give her the moon, if they could spend enough time together for her to actually convince him to. "I need you to fuck Goose for a little while because he's a little out of practice and we want to have a baby". Now, rationally, Slider knows that's not what Carole said, word by word, but that's most of what his brain gets because Carole is sweet talking to him and Goose's fingers are playing with the hair his neck and the bastard knows that's his weak point. And so it's starts;

The first time they have the house just for them Goose says "it's just for tonight, don't get your hopes up" and Slider is a second away to leave because isn't it exactly what Goose said the first time they kissed, back in high school, when they were fourteen and scared shitless to be seen? But Slider stays, move towards Goose, cups his face and kisses him hello, goodbye and I missed you, all together. Goose kisses him back in the same way. Slider doesn't asks what's the deal between him and Carole and him being "out of pratice" because who gives a fuck when Goose's hands are under his shirt and the bed is soft under is back?;

It's not a one time thing, but Slider never stays after until he does and he wakes up with Carole cuddling between them, he face mushed against his neck and Goose arms around her and trying to touch him at the same time. It's the first time he stays over for breakfast and the first time Carole kisses him before going to work;

Ice asks if he should find somebody else, considering he's never around and Slider flips him the bird before nagging him to admit the house isn't as quiet or empty as he wants Slider to believe;

Then Carole throws her arms around Slider, a random night in a civil bar where nobodies knows she is married to Goose or who they are, and "Hey stud" and kisses him. She kisses him in the same way she kisses Goose and in which Goose kisses him. That night Slider discovers that sex has so many different forms and sometimes isn't as conventional as he thought it would be but plastered between Goose and Carole he doesn't really care;

They talk, the morning after and for most of the afternoon, about where they are going, what they want, about how they will fit and about so many other things they tire each other out to the point they falls asleep in a sort of cuddle pile and Ice and Mav find them on the couch, hour after, because they're late for they weekly dinner. Ice kisses Mav's cheek before closing the door behind him because "it's better if we let them sleep, but they will pay for the next one". Mav laughs because "next time we are going out for burgers and milkshake, the fancy shit doesn't really cut with me, even if it's only once a week."

It takes a while because after that it seems like life is trying to pull them in seven different direction all the same and they already almost sure it's going to take time because that's what all her friends tell to Carole and so they start trying, then they stop and start again and after six months is getting frustrating because it doesn't seem to work in anyway they try. Then they are going to separate deployment, half of Slider and Goose's stuff isn't ready yet, somebody passed Carole off that day and there's dinner to make, laundry to fold and they as ready to snap as ever will and it's probably when it happens or not. But the morning after they're still in bed, both Slider and Goose's back are stretch red and Carole is sporting two almost identical hitches on both side of her neck. Slider and Goose are shipped out and two months later Carole is calling them both, different hours and different carriers, to tell them she is pregnant. And then is Goose calling Slider to tell him "we're going to be dads" and Ice swears he never used so many tissues to calm Slider down. They all celebrate, in their own way, in different parts of the world. They don't know anything about this baby and they are already the more loved creature off the globe.

[calkale]

Okay because i put my thoughts in the tags the first time heres some of my spn au thoughts

Also disclaimer i am changing the supernatural story so dont get mad at me for not including things or changing things you like this is my house and i write the au <3

Characters: Dean -> Mav, Cas -> Ice, Sam -> Slider, John Winchester-> Duke Mitchell, Mary Winchester -> Slider’s mom (her name is also Mary in my Slider lore so), Bobby -> Viper, Ash -> Goose, Ellen -> Carole, Jo -> Bradley (he’s like a teen in this but don’t worry theres no Jo and Dean content 🤮 thats his godson) 

-slider and mav aren’t actually related, they were both 6 (mav older by a few months) when their parents got married, duke was a widower and mary was never married 

-Getting this out of the way although i love the chevy impala i am a truck freak so mav drives his dads black 1990 toyota sr5 with an extended cab 

Backstory: -viper and duke were both navy pilots now “hunting buddies”, they took mav and slider out hunting occasionally but whenever they went on long “hunting trips” they left slider and mav at home, that’s because these hunting trips were monster hunting trips

-the same thing that happens to sam and deans mom happens to mav and sliders mom but when they’re both around the age of 10, since they’re older and not stupid they have a lot of questions that duke can’t just bullshit answers to so he tells them about monsters and what he thinks took their mom (because he doesn’t actually know at this point)

-since they no longer have a house they stay at vipers or go on the road with duke 

-once they both start high school slider wants to stop hunting and stay with viper to focus on school, his relationship with duke gets weird after that because duke wants him to keep hunting to find what killed his mom but slider wants to do well in school to make his mom proud, they come to an agreement where slider stays with viper but once a month he has to come hunting

-slider leaves for university (idk what hes studying), mav graduates but stays with duke, he starts hunting on his own 

Now time: -This au starts in 2005 like the show

-duke picks up a lead on the thing that killed mary but is super vague about it when telling viper and doesn’t tell mav anything, he says he’ll be gone for a week but a week and a half later theres no word from him, viper refuses to go after him because “he’s gonna get himself killed” and “ive been telling him to let it go for years” but mav still has to go look for him

-mav finds slider and this basically carries out exactly how it does in the show, he agrees to help for one day, when he gets back his gf is dead, agrees to ditch school 😎 to come help look for duke

story wise thats all i've got so far, i want ice to come into the story a lot sooner than cas does in the show and i dont remember when ash, ellen and jo come in but i want them to come in sooner too. hopefully ill actually work on this more but i hope you guys enjoy

Character descriptions:

Mav: -has the classic dean necklace given to him by slider

-dresses basically the same as 86 movie mav but with flannel 😎

-does wear his cowboy boots but he’s normally wearing work boots

-eyebrow scar eyebrow scar eyebrow scar!!!

Slider: -wears his mother’s wedding ring on a necklace, duke gave it to him after she died

-dresses like early season sam, carhartt jacket, hoodies, tshirts and baggy jeans

-silver eyebrow piercing 😎

Ice: -exactly the same as cas but with a dark grey trench coat

-his eyes always glow a little, not enough that its noticeable unless its in the dark

-has a grey hoodie and black jeans for when he needs to look a little less “formal” 

Goose: -has a mullet its a key part of ash’s character so 

-just think mater from cars personified mixed with goose idk

Carole: -dresses exactly like ellen 

-her classic curly meg ryan hair stays tho

bradley: -just a mini goose

Duke and Viper: -they look pretty much the same, just some dad with a mustache and flannel

-only difference is duke always wears his wedding ring

[mavsaviators]

cliché | pete mitchell - 2

Summary - Pete is forced to confront his feelings for you before he's too late.

Content - Pete Mitchell x reader, Reader's callsign is Dash, friends to lovers, maverick having abandonment issues, not actually unrequited love, mutual pining, borderline infidelity, jealousy, Goose is alive in this, f! reader

Word Count - 1648

Part 1

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Pete Mitchell considered himself a man who always knew what he wanted.

He had known from an early age that he wanted to be a pilot. His father had encouraged it, and he struggled to remember a time when he regretted joining the Navy.

He also knew from an even younger age that he wanted to be the best, something that got him in trouble countless times, whether it was with his peers who thought he was cocky and arrogant, or his superior officers, who well.. also thought he was cocky and arrogant.

And he thought he knew that he loved Charlie.

But right now, as he stood in the sand, watching you walk away with your presumed boyfriend, he was plagued with doubts, not only about his relationship, but his long-standing friendship with you.

There seemed to be a distance between you two recently and he couldn't for the life of him, figure out why.

You had met in flight school, more specifically when he tried to hit on you while you were tired, which resulted in you “accidentally” (this was highly debated) throwing your drink at him.

After apologizing profusely, the two of you had struck up a conversation, and he had never shown any explicit interest in you since.

It wasn't as if he wasn't interested. No, it was almost the exact opposite.

You, along with Goose, were the only people who got him. The people who could put up with his attitude and call him out on his bullshit. Potentially losing one of those two people to a love confession gone wrong was absolutely unacceptable.

Maybe that's why he suppressed any potential feelings he had for you. Maybe that's why he went to others, like Charlie instead. But lately, it has been increasingly difficult for them. She was an ambitious woman, who was career driven and who, like Maverick, knew exactly what she wanted.

Now, this did not seem important at first, but after the novelty of their relationship wore off, he felt increasingly unhappy. It wasn't that they were fighting, moreso slowly drifting away from each other.. It was a matter of days before they broke up.

His thoughts turned away from Charlie and back to you. As much as it pained him to say it, you were better off without him. You were better off without someone who was more stable, someone who could always be there. Someone who wasn't like Maverick.

“Hey Mav!” Goose called. “We have to go!”

After a quick change of clothing, Maverick made his way to the bar. Charlie was already there, along with the other two couples and she flashed him a quick smile.

He approached the table, taking notice of your friend's arm noticeably placed around your shoulder.

Mark gave him a friendly smile that Maverick reluctantly returned.

“You must be Maverick.” he said, outstretching his hand. “I'm Mark. Dash has told me all about you!”

So you two had been spending time together. Was that why you had rejected his invitation to come over to his house last week?

Pete replied with an indecipherable murmur.

Mark smirked slightly at his reaction, but didn't say anything. His plan was working.

Maverick left shortly to order a round for the group, but decided not to return to the table. He didn't quite like what he was seeing there.

Pete risked a glance back at you. Mark still had his arm around your shoulder and you were currently laughing at something he had said. The sound, which was normally beautiful to him, invoked an unpleasant pull in his gut. He took a sip of his beer. Maybe the alcohol would get rid of his bad mood..

“I'm sensing some issues here, Mav.”

“Jesus Goose! You scared me there.”

Goose had noticed his friend moping and decided to investigate the situation. Instead of being his normal self and charming the pants off the entire group, he was sitting here, reclusive and silent. It was concerning to say the least.

“Did you break up with Charlie yet?” Goose asked, pulling up a stool next to him.

Maverick huffed, turning his gaze back to his glass.

“That obvious, huh?”

“To be fair, instead of looking at her with those big puppy eyes of yours, you're looking at Y/N.” Goose said, raising an eyebrow.

He elected not to reply to that, taking a long sip of his drink instead.

Tired of waiting for an answer, Goose continued.

“Your timing isn't exactly the best though. With Mr. Golden-Boy over there?”

“Isn’t this supposed to make me feel better? Because if it is, you're not doing very well.” Pete retorted, though he sounded more defeated than snarky.

Goose scoffed.

“I'm not trying to throw you a pity party here Mav.. Think of this as a pep talk. For years, Carole and I have watched you two tiptoe around each other. It's about time you do something, that's all I'll say.”

He then gave him a pat on the shoulder and returned to the table, leaving his friend alone with his thoughts.

-

Meanwhile, you were engrossed in conversation. Charlie was telling you about a project she was working on. It was a side project she had picked up that wasn't part of her job as a civilian contractor for the military. She was very passionate about it and had encaptured the attention of the entire group. However, she soon changed the subject, decidkng that it was too work-heacy for such a casual get-together

Eventually, the topic of discussion turned to Mark, who told a few stories about him and Carole at university before the relationship between two of you came into question.

“So, are you guys together?” Charlie inquired.

You sheepishly laughed.

“Oh no. Mark and I are just friends.”

Carole groaned, disappointed.

“So you're telling me that all my hard work setting you up was for nothing?”

“I'm afraid so Carole.” You turned to look at Mark. “But believe me, I can't say I wasn't tempted."

“I mean.. Look at that hair. And those absolutely beautiful eyes! I'm not blind.” You brushed some of Mark's hair out of his face to prove your point, making him blush slightly.

Unfortunately for you. Maverick, who was just returning, had missed the context of that last sentence. You made eye contact with him, recognizing a tangle of emotions but before you could decipher them, he stormed off.

You looked at Charlie, silently asking her to check up on him, but she just shook her head and smiled at you.

“He doesn't need me, He needs you, Dash.” It sounded final, a declaration of sorts.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but listened, leaving the table to go chase after Maverick. His motorcycle was still in the parking lot, which meant that he was still in the general area of the bar.

It didn't take you too long to find him after that. For the second time today, you found yourself near the volleyball court, where Pete was currently sitting. The breeze was pleasant, providing a much needed change from the relatively stuffy bar.

You approached quietly, and sat down on the sand next to him.

He didn't show any signs of wanting to talk, so you started.

“Are you gonna tell me what that was about?” You said quietly, tilting you head in his direction.

The shadows cast by the setting sun framed his face in a picturesque way. But as he turned to you, Pete looked almost sad, an emotion that he rarely let show.

“Are you happy with him?” He questioned softly.

You peered intently at him.

“With who, Mark?” You responded, not quite sure what he meant.

Mav shook his head.

“You don't have to pretend, Dash. I saw you with him today. It's pretty clear.” While he said this, he turned away from you for a second, sounding almost disappointed.

Wait.

Was that a hint of jealousy you detected?

You didn't quite know what to say now.

“Mark and I aren't together Pete.” You admitted slowly. “I could never date him.”

Here goes nothing.

“Not when I'm already in love with someone else..” You accompanied that with a meaningful look in his direction. Crossing your proverbial fingers, you hoped that you made it obvious enough.

Pete looked at you, and you watched as realization struck. A glowing smile spread across his face accompanied by a breathless chuckle and you couldn't help but mirror him.

And when he leaned into kiss you, it didn't feel rushed, or forced. No, it just felt right. He kissed exactly like you imagined he would. Gentle, yet determined. As you carded your hands through his soft hair, you felt his hands creep up to your waist, gripping the material of your shirt. The kiss finally affirmed what you felt for each other, and the high of it left you breathless.

When you pulled away, you felt the happiest you had been in ages. It took you a while but you got there.

God, you felt like two teenagers.

You sat there in silence, your head on his shoulder, enjoying the afterglow of the moment you had just enjoyed.

“So Mitchell, how long have you been pining over me, huh?” You drawled, fidgeting with his jacket collar.

He looked at you, amused.

“Pining? I wasn't pining, Dash” He said while tucking you further into his embrace.

You tutted at him.

“Didn't answer the question Mav.”

He pretended to think before answering.

“I think ever since you threw that drink at me at that mixer. Really got me going, you know?"

You slapped his chest lightly and glared at him, much to his amusement.

“That was an accident!"

And as you sat there in the arms of your best friend, you were completely unaware of a certain Bradshaw watching you.

“Took them long enough!” She said to herself, chuckling before returning inside.

(A/N - I haven't seen the OG Top Gun in a while so please excuse any inaccuracies :) Please leave a comment to let me know what you think!)

[littlemessyjessi]

Mav being a total baby while sick

Ok, SO!

First I'm gonna do this for older Mav because Tom is a babe and just yes.

Second, thank you for your request, love! I appreciate you!

=

Alright, so let's get it!

Well, first of all, he's pitiful.

Well, actually, first of all, like in the very beginning he actually is pitiful but he doesn't let it show.

Because he's Maverick, god dammit .

Everyone thinks he's damn near indestructible ya know.

But I mean, come on... he's just a guy.

And truthfully he tries to keep up the charade for you too.

But A, you both know he's not invincible.

B, you see right through him.

And C, you know how much pressure he puts on himself and you're determined to show him that you are the one person he can always be vulnerable with.

And ... what letter on we on now?

Well, whatever... the point is... literally anyone could tell that he didn't feel well.

It was all over him.

So you sit him down and set the record straight.

"Pete, babe. You're sick. We both know you're sick. Just let me take care of you and I'll have you on the mend in no time."

And initially you are met with nothing but complete resistance and denial that he's even sick in the first place.

So you wait him out.

Because man's got a wicked case of whatever the hell it is that has him throwing up and aching all over.

And eventually, he caves.

And then..... THEN... he makes you regret ever offering to see after him.

Nah, just kidding... well kinda.

The thing is... Pete's actually a softie and loves to be doted on.

Absolutely loves all things domestic ANYWAY so to have all your attention and being taken care and looked after.

Well, let's just say he develops an addiction to it fast and boy oh boy does he milk it.

And you're not niave.

You know what he's doing.

You know what this is all about.

And you know that he was completely fine two days ago.

Despite those weak ass fake coughs.

But you pet him anyway.

You look after him and make him food.

You play with his hair until he falls asleep.

You lay on top of him because he claims that he's cold and aching and the only thing that helps it is you laying on him.

You let him watch whatever he wants and play his favorite music.

You even take an extra vacation day for him when he gets up one morning and 'takes a turn for the worse'.

It's bullshit and he was fine after literally two days.

Barely that.

But you know that Pete loves you and is actually a sweetie pie who just wants your love and attention.

And yes he likes being taken care of.

But you know... he is actually rather adorable when he gets all whiny and cuddly.

And you love him.

So you let it slide.

Long story short, you both know that he's fine.

But he loves it when you baby him... and you don't exactly mind it either.

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[minmimi2]

unfinished business / Maverick

˚♡⋆｡ paring: young!mav x female!reader

˚♡⋆｡ warnings: little bit of spice but not smut, mav being annoying.

some enemies to lovers bc i love this trope

˚♡⋆｡ summary: you and maverick hate each other, so let's see how you both do when viper pairs you up for an excercise that ends getting a little bit more heated than it should. 2.0k

y/c/s = your call sign

the gif????!!! somebody check my pulse please

So,

it was no secret to everyone in the naval academy that you and maverick did not get along, not at all, like not even a slight chance, it also wasen’t a secret that everyone and i mean everyone was tired of your bullshit, the constant competitions against each other and the stupid fights over small things just because both of you wanted to be proven right, goose and iceman had the worst part of it all, the two of them damned to listen to each complaing and bitching all day about the other. Iceman was your best friend, for years now, he’s been with you through thin and thick, and it was no guess why you were that close, some people even thought you were related, because you surely shared a single brain cell together and had the same type of personality, but maverick could swear he would get along better with ice that he’ll do with you, that man has some serious issues against you, mutual as it was, the only important thing was: who was the better pilot? The numbers were always so close and constantly changing to second and first place, and you two were known for being part of the best pilots on top gun, but it wasn't enough to end this rivalry.

Ice and goose would often find themselves talking to each other and agreeing on the fact that the two of you were so much alike, both cocky and stuborn risk-your life for the show type of pilots.

so your surprise was geniune when after you sat down opposite from maverick and goose, of course sending some deadly stares over to his way, you heard that for the next exercise you’ll be divided into pairs, you turned your head to face towards ice and gave him a small grin and he answered raising his eyebrows, the cold duo ready to sweep everyone off. But almost immediately your mischievous grin was erased from your face as Viper accentuated on the fact that he would be the one choosing the pairs, okey fine, you’ll be fine as you don’t get stuck with m-

“y/c/s and maverick” Viper read out loud as he scratched something on his folder.

your body froze and your breathing sharped, your head turned so fast you might off snapped your neck, just to find maverick already looking back at you, with the same suprised expression on his stupid face, almost at the same time you two got up from your chairs and started talking on top of each other “Viper Sir listen you know i can’t work with her” maverick tried to reach closer to the commander “Sir there’s no way this would work please, just pair me up with anyone else” but as much as you pleaded and begged Viper didn’t even raised his head from his papers and just gave you a vague hand gesture and added “i don’t wanna listen, it’s final, now sit down and act like godamn adults”.

You let your body weight fall against the chair, totally defeated, your head was thrown back and a long sigh exited your mouth, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you faced ice who was trying to hold back a smile, you shook your head and gave him an annoying look and a roll of eyes.

there was no way in hell something good could come out of this.

When the meeting was dismissed you took a deep breath and with that hopped you swallowed some of your pride, nothing was gonna ruin your good numbers on activities, so if you had to be the bigger man (woman) and put on the pants you'd do it. You confidently aprocched maverick and tapped his back, maybe a bit aggressively, but he completely ignored you and continued his conversation with goose as if nothing was happening, goose’s eyes balanced between mav and you and also in between your annoyed expression and his chill one, sometimes he wondered how his best friend could be so childish, but he was having none of it, he gave you a small nod and waved “hi y/n” then went ahead and patted mav’s shoulders and began walking out of the place, leaving maverick with his words half unsaid. 

You cleared your throat and called “maverick”, he took his time to turn around to face you, but when he finally did, he was wearing a fake smile you wanted nothing more than to punch out of his face, his nose wrinkled as he answered “yes?” how could he get more irritating every passing second you spend with him, before you spoke again he came an inch closer and looked down “quickly, i don’t want anyone thinking we’re friends” you clenched your fists together, literally this close )( to losing all your remaining patience, “you know nobody thinks that” you whispered back, trying to control your violent impulses against him, you breathed in and out one more time “just tell me when and where and let’s get this done with” his eyebrows frowned while he made a thinking noise, it was really taking the best of you not to do this exercise for free and punch him right there. You were about to call him again “mav-” “practice room, 1800 hours” he spoke and began to walk away, leaving you standing there, with some much anger you’ll be sure to use within the exercise.

1830hs, practice room.

you’ve had arrived earlier to the place anyway to streach and to prepared yourself for seeing his stupid face twice in one day, but now he was really hanging by a threath, 30 minutes had passed and he’s still hasen’t showed up, and by the moment he did, you were sitting by the corner, with your eyes resting and your head pressed against the wall, the sound of the door opening made you aware and when he came walking in, with his relax rithym and his cocky smile, the last drop of the glass was the first thing he said “damn y/c/s we haven’t even started and you’re already resting, put some effort on this please” his voiced sounded dumd and playfull. You swore you’ve never gotten up so fast and in no time you were throwing a punch across his right cheek “just so you see how much effort i do put on this” you gave him your signature grin while you walked backwards and brushed your lips with your tongue, trying to set him off.

1930hs, practice room.

This had to be one of the most intense training you’ve had on a while, the assignment specifically specified none of the teammates should be hurt, but just some body on body maneuvers, and if you had to be honest, on both sides, you had play a bit dirty and being a little more rough than you were allowed to be.

you stopped keeping track of points a while ago, now it just looked like an angry fight, he would pin you down and you’ll do the same right after. Your shirts were covered in sweat and the room felt like a giant oven. The exhaustion was starting to get visible on the two of you, but neither maverick or you were willing to give up first, the next time he pinned you down to the ground he flashed a victorious smile but took an extra couple of seconds before getting back up, pressing his body against you, with his two hands on the sides of your head, his chest was so close you could closely look at his erratic breathing, his legs were practically in between yours, guiltily touching.

His eyes remained closed and you cached by the corner of yours his arms were starting to tremble next to you, so you took the opportunity to turn things around and by a simple and fast movement you were now sitting on top of him and maverick found himself strapped to the ground with his eyes winded at the sudden action, have his eyes always been this green? “It's that the best you can do, uh? he asked, almost breathless, he really needed a break, and so did you, but those words were not coming out loud, you shook your head as you gave him a small laugh, and let your body rest completely against him, accidently sitting in his crotch, your eyes startled when you felt a certain something making contact with your body, you quickly tried to lift up, brushing against him again, but two strong hands on your waisted kept you still, “don’t move” he looked up at you from the floor, his forehead furrowed and his jaw clenched, your mouth opened and closed trying to find something to say, but your brain felt scrambled by the heat that traveled down your body. In one swift movement he raised you both from the ground, holding you by your legs and placing them around his waist until he hitted the nearest wall and pinned you to it, his face was inches away from yours, both breathings finding each other in the middle, there was no way maverick was making you felt like this, stomach dropping and face heating, the same maverick you’ve hated for as long as you can remember was pinning you against a wall, holding you by your thighs close to your ass and it felt nice, it felt hot.

you were tempted to do something, just to brush your lips on his, or get any contact at all, a sudden need to kiss him was taking over your body and mind, “what is it y/c/s? i’ve barely even touched you and you’re all fuzzy” your eyes moved to his as he spoke but changed direction again when he sweep his tongue on his lips slowly, or you saw it in slow motion, doesn't matter, now they looked shiny and bright, like they were begging to be filled by you, you moved your head forward trying to get a taste of them, but he jerked backwards, only to smile whilst he slightly shifted his head to his side and he pressed his his tongue inside his cheek, has this man always been this hot?? he launched forward and captured your lips in a needy kiss, and you both devored each other like you were starving for years, and you were. 

He slowly set you down and his hands traveled from your thighs all the way to your waist, squeezing it and bringing it closer to his body, pressing his hard on up against you, and those training shorts were doing him justice because you were feeling everything throughout the thin fabric. The kiss continued to be fast and messy, but exactly how you both needed it to be, in between little breaths you found your hands moving all over his chest and resting on the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull them down, but the unwelcoming sound of the door trying to be opened made you and maverick freeze in the spot, both your lips swollen and redish, hairs messed up and breathings panting, you looked at each other, muffled voices were speaking from the other side and you catched the “mav are you still in there? it’s our turn now” they tried to twist the handle but the door was locked, you turned again to face at mav and he just raised his eyebrows, when did he lock the door?

One of his hands found its way to your face and softly cupped one of your cheeks “you’re really red right now” he laughed, and you playfully pushed him off you, “we’re not done yet maverick” you pointed a finger at his face, “i was hoping you say that” his eyes glinted while he smiled.

Somewhere not far from there, on the hard deck, goose and ice where sharing a beer over the counter of the bar whilst goose spoke: “im telling you ice it’s all unresolved sexual tension” while ice slowly nodded and took another sip of the bottle, agreeing with this friend.

if only they knew.

[lannisterdaddyissues]

Your sex neighbors post makes me think Ice and Mav would be this annoying to their neighbors! *squeek squeak* all day and night.

Slider lives in the apartment below them and repeatedly bangs his broom on the ceiling to get them to shut up.

NAUUUURRR OMFG THEY TOTALLY WOULD YOURE RIGHT ANON 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ISTG IF I HAD A BROOM ITD BE *BANG BANG* DAY AND NIGHT THOSE FUCKERS UPSTAIRS ARE ALWAYS UP TO SOMETHING

love that slider lives directly below them too like ofc he does, mans does not get paid enough to put up with even a fraction of their bullshit and it shows

[crinkled-emotions]

28 and 29 sick prompts for Bradley please 🥰🥰🥰

Of course!!

Everyone please welcome Dee; I mentioned her in a Hangman sickfic or two recently and she's actually the character I've been writing a long term fic about since August! I have a lot of the fic planned... but as we writers know, just because you have a fic planned out doesn't always mean it's going to be written or land as well as you hoped it would 😂

This is also me, again, making sure I take care of myself by changing characters and locations.

28. "I'll try not to sneeze on you" and 29. "You have a fever sweetheart, of course I'm not going anywhere."

"Dee, I'm home!"

"In my office, B!"

Rooster kicked his boots off at the front door, tucking them on to the shoe rack as an afterthought. He put his work bag on the couch, knowing it would drive Dee crazy later, and headed down the hallway. The door to Dee's office was half open, signalling she wasn't on call with a client or her colleagues, and when he opened it he sent her a soft smile. Dee glanced up at him, her shoulders relaxing from their tense, hunched-over position. She had the look on her face, one that told Bradley she'd been elbows deep in a complicated case and frustrated.

"Hey, how was your day?" She asked, tossing a file to the side.

"It was fine, y'know; the usual. Flew some jets, embarrassed some kids, Mav embarrassed me right back to keep me grounded. Yours not over yet?"

Dee gestured to the paperwork around her and Rooster winced. He'd been buried in paperwork before, but never like Dee's legal bullshit she had to work with.

"It won't be for a while, Roos, m'sorry. I know it's my night to cook, but-"

"-are you feeling chicken or steak?" Rooster asked, moving from where he'd been leaning on the doorframe to kiss her hair.

"I would love some chicken- maybe with some of that salad you did a couple weeks ago? Do we have the ingredients for that?"

"I can make it happen. You focus on your case, I'll bring it to you."

"You're the best, B. Thank you."

"Don't sweat it."

Bradley and Dee kissed, Dee squeezed his hip, but then she went back to work. With a new plan in mind, Bradley headed for the kitchen.

-

Stomach full of pizza, Bradley flopped on to the couch, listening to Dee work away in her office. When she got stressed, he could hear her humming 5 Seconds of Summer songs. He'd never particularly enjoyed them but she said it was easy to remember their lyrics. Right as he was about to flick on the TV he heard footsteps and when he glanced up he realised she was walking around in the kitchen, looking for her stash of Chips Ahoy. Bradley cleared his throat.

"I read somewhere taking breaks is actually proven to be more productive than working late into the night."

"Roos, I don't want to talk about it, babe. Not right now."

"Okay, I just- I was about to watch the new episode of The Last of Us, but if you don't want to... maybe we could open that pint of ice cream we got last week?"

He could hear the rustling of the cookies, and then his wife sighed.

"Yeah, okay. I'm bringing ice cream and spoons so sit up."

He moved his feet back to the floor and Dee joined him on the couch, putting the ice cream on the coffee table. She leaned into his touch, eyes closing.

"Will you be really upset if I sleep through the whole thing?" She asked. Bradley immediately shook his head but he had a teasing smile on his face.

"Absolutely. Unacceptable; an offence that is grounds for divorce."

"Excuse you, you fell asleep last week watching Outer Range.”

“What can I say; Rhett looks like Bob but western and it freaks me out.”

“You didn’t ask him if he had a twin?” Dee teased. When Bradley sent her a look she rolled her eyes.

“Fair enough. C’mon, start the episode.”

Dee cracked open the ice cream and then nudged her husband. He lifted an arm and she curled up beside him, patting his thigh.

“Say ah, Roos.”

-

Dee woke with her face pressed into Bradley’s chest, listening to the soft (rather obnoxious) sound of him snoring. It was louder than usual, heavier, and she frowned as she reached up to feel his forehead. The furrow between his brows deepened and he moved abruptly to the side to cover his face when he sneezed.

“Fuck, Dee, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to sneeze on you.”

“You okay?” She asked, huffing as she sat up. They’d somehow managed to fall asleep together, Dee’s head on Bradley’s chest. Rooster grimaced again, frowning as he put a hand to his head.

“We gotta stop meeting like this,” he teased, “makes my neck hurt and not in the fun way.”

“You’re an idiot,” Dee snorted, but she was already getting up to look for the Advil.

“Stay there baby, you’re warm,” she called out to Bradley. He scrubbed at his stache.

“M... yeah, guess I’m a little warm.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve definitely got something. You haven’t been hanging out with the new guys have you?”

“Dee, my job is to train the new guys,” Rooster deadpanned. She snorted from where she was in the kitchen. When she finally had a glass of water and a couple of pills, she returned and sat on his thigh.

“You don’t feel sick though?”

“Now that you mention it... thought it was the stress, but I’ve had a headache all day.”

“Bradley...”

“You asked!”

Once he’d downed the pills and they’d managed to make the kitchen decent enough it wouldn’t make them cry tomorrow morning (it still smelled like burned chicken), the pair got into bed together. Bradley rolled on to his side and Dee pressed her face into his back, sighing as she closed her eyes.

“Baby, m’sorry, I’m just a little too warm for snuggles,” Bradley whispered. Dee snorted, scooting back a little.

“Aaaaaaaand there goes the cute moment. Love you.”

“Love you.”

-

Somewhere in the middle of the night Dee stirred, gasping as she gently pushed on Bradley’s shoulders. He’d moved in the night and was now lying on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. Dee huffed, turning her head to the side and running a hand through her husband’s hair. He wasn’t usually like this, affectionate but not accidentally pin her to the mattress affectionate. She frowned, feeling the fever running through his body.

“Roos... I need you to wake up, I think something’s wrong.”

He lifted an arm to his face, Dee narrowly missing being accidentally knocked in the nose, and then he frowned.

“Yeah...”

“You need to move, I feel like I’m about to boil.”

Bradley moved slowly, finding a cool spot on the sheets and shivering. Dee ran a hand over his back, propping herself up on one side.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” She asked. He grimaced, teeth clenching into the sheets.

“Dunno, just... I’m hot, but I’m shivering, and- and my head hurts.”

“How bad?”

“Bad.”

“I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Definitely not the worst, never let Hangman pour the tequila, but it’s up there...”

Dee reached into her bedside table drawer, grabbing the bottle of Tylenol and her water bottle. Bradley sat up and down the pills, wincing as he squeezed his eyes shut and put a hand to his head.

“My face hurts, Dee, why does my face hurt?”

She took two fingers and jabbed him on either sides of his nose. Rooster swore, staring at her in shock.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“Just checking. I think you have a sinus infection, B. Go back to sleep, I’ll check on you before I go to the office tomorrow morning.”

With a lot of gentle coaxing, Bradley curled up on his side of the bed and Dee lay flat on her face, listening to him get comfortable before eventually he started snoring. She was already forming a plan in her head, but she had to wait until a decent hour for it.

-

Bradley woke to sunlight threatening to take over their bedroom despite the curtains still being drawn and immediately panicked, throwing himself on to his other side to reach for his phone. Glancing at the time he kicked off the blankets, pausing before he could get up when a bout of dizziness hit him like a truck. When it subsided he realised Dee’s phone was on her bedside table- she took that thing everywhere, she had to when she was working. Rooster carefully made his way around the bed and located his favourite hoodie hanging up in their wardrobe, the one he only ever pulled out when he was feeling like shit because it didn’t fit like it used to. Once upon a time, it smelled like his biological dad; now it tended to smell like whatever detergent Dee used and his cologne. The hoodie started when he was a toddler, when he realised dad wasn’t coming home ever and his mom had to go back to work to support them. He’d suffered separation anxiety for years, between his mom and Mav. One night when he was having trouble winding down, his mom pulled out one of Goose’s hoodies and wrapped him in it. Since then, every time he missed his dad or was sick, she’d pulled the hoodie out. For the longest time, she’d sprayed his cologne on it too, but that hurt and she’d eventually stopped because it made her cry. Maverick didn’t know what cologne his best friend used, and by the time Bradley was old enough to ask his mom she was on her deathbed.

The living room was empty and so was Dee’s office. Bradley frowned and rounded the corner into the kitchen, eyebrows raising when he saw Dee rifling through their drawer of medicine by the microwave.

“Uh... morning?”

She jumped a little, turning with a soft smile to greet him.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Not great... Dee, your case... shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Not when I woke up at least once to get you a cold compress- you don’t remember that?”

“No...?”

She burst out laughing, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist. He leaned into her touch, sighing when her fingers tangled in the bottom of his hoodie, the edges frayed from over thirty years of use.

“You have a fever, Roos, of course I’m not going anywhere. Work can wait.”

[the-cranck-hobbit]

The Little Climpsy Family || Song of a Nightingale Pt.5

Author's note : English is not my mother tongue, I am french but I wanted to try to write in English so here we are ! (Don't hesitate to tell me about the errors…)

Pairing : Mitchell! OC x Rooster, mention of Kazansky! OC x Hangman, mention of OC × Iceman

Summary : Two years after the uranium mission, Maverick enjoys his new life. Working on his plane, drinking beer at the Hard Deck, building a limpy little family with Penny and her daughter, Rooster, his WSO's son and Blizzard, his wingman's and old friend's daughter. 

Everything change the day he got a call which announces the existence of a 26 years daughter. 

Discover the story of Ally and Bradley, find out if Kathleen will deal with her father's legacy, and meet Beck, the first woman graduate of Top Gun.

Warning : VERY BAD WRITING, age gap, mention of death, mention of diseases, mention of parents death, mention of s*x but nothing descriptive

Pete and Ally planned to spend the next day on the beach. Maverick wanted Allyson to feel comfortable and he knew that she loves to walk bare feet on the sand and dip her feet in the water. 

Visibly he aimed right according to the yell of joy that Ally let out. It was a thing that he loved about her. How she was not afraid to express all her feelings. She never hides them. 

They walked on the beach near the Hard Deck. Ally giggled when she saw her father taking off his shoes and rolling up his pants to walk bare feet as she does. 

Some people were already enjoying the waves of the ocean. They heard a distant “Mav !”. Maverick watched at the young woman that got out of the water.

When she came closer, Ally was a little intimidated. The woman was taller than her, the sun made water drops shine on her skin. Her brown hair was slicked back by the water which made stad out her icy blue eyes. 

Pete hugd her and their both turned to Allyson. “Ally, this is Kat. Kat, this is Ally. My daughter.” Blizzard smiled at the pride in his voice. “Kat !” Exalted herself Ally. “I finally meet you ! I heard a lot about you !” And she gave her one of her signature hug. Kat was at first a little surprise by the cheerful reaction of the younger. But she finally hugd back. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. Do you enjoy California ?” asked Kat. Maverick looked the two woman talking. The childish behaviour of Allyson in front of the natural calm and maturity of Kathleen gave an almost comic aspect to the scene. But both of the women looked comfortable with each other. 

It was easy to be comfortable with Ally. Her joy was contascious. And Kat, despite her strong character, was always kind. After all, she was the first one to trust Hangman. 

So when Penny calledaway Pete for help, he was not worried about the idea of letting the two girls talking to each other.  

They became to talk about some usualy stuff. Kat made sure she was well settled in Pete’s and Penny’s house. Ally asked various something including the meaning of her call sign. Ally was very curious about the call sign things. 

“I’m glad to that you look okay.” Kat said softly. “I know you just go through hard time.” Ally smiled brighter. “Thank you. But I’m fine.” 

Kat looked at her a little suspicious and she sight. “I know what it is. To persuade everybody that you are okay. You don’t want to worry anybody. Showing that you are a strong person that can handle all this bullshit. Even when you just want to lay down and cry. Even when you miss this person more than everything.”

Ally’s eyes wide. Kat put an hand on her shoulder. “Excuse me. I can be rude sometimes. I just want to say that I went through that two years ago with my father. And to quote one of my dearest friend : “if what I’ve been through can help someone that I care about to get through hard, it would be a release for me.” So if you want to talk about it, don’t hesitate.”

Ally got tight troat but she could feel a warm heat on her chest. “Thank you so much.” Kat smiled at her. “It’s normal, Ally. Maverick, Rooster and I, we all got hard time about familly. We builded a new one between us. You are Maverick’s daughter. So welcome on our Litlle Climpsy Family !” Kat winks at Ally.

Ally smiled at her. Kat as got her call sign from her parents, but she found her rather warm for the daughter of the Ice. 

_______________

Top Gun Fightertown, two years ago

Blizzard walked in the men’s locker room to find Rooster. He was sitting on a bench, back to the door, head down, hunched shoulders. Kat, as for her, was a bit calm down, after yelling at Hangman for being the greatest ashole of all the times. 

She got close slowly, letting time for Rooster to be aware of her presence and she sat next to him. “Hangman is a dickhead.” she said softly. Rooster let out a joyless laugh. “Breaking news.” He shot back, sarcastic. Kat couldn’t help but think that sarcasm didn’t fit him. 

She sight. “Listen, I’m not agree with Hangman and I’m furious about what he just said.” She searched Bradley’s eyes, but I still looked at the ground. “But… he got a point.” Rooster suddenly raised his head and looked at Blizzard as if she just stabbed him in the back. 

“Wait, let me explain.” He looked a bit less shocked but still tensed. “I think that Maverick has a lot to teach us. This experience he’s got. All of this is maybe the only thing that can bring you back home. And I need you to be back. Especially now.”

Rooster looked at her, frowning. He knew her like a sister. He knew that something was wrong since their first day back at Top Gun. But she didn’t tell him anything. 

He let her take a deep breath and wait for her to be ready to talk. And she talk, droping a bomb.

“My father is sick, Brad. It came back.” Bradley nods, he knows what she is talking about. She continued, her voice was trembling. “He is not gonna make it. They stopped the treatment, just gave him medicine for pain.” 

“That's the reason why you’re not gonna be part of this mission ?”

 “That’s it. He’s always been here. Since the first day of my life. When my mother died, when I entered the academy, when I was Graduate of Top Gun, when I got my first boyfriend and my first heartache. He has always been there. So I want to be here for his very last breath. But the Navy asked me to be on this fucking training. And I have to deal with all this bullshit. So I can’t lose you Bradley. Not when I’m about to lose one of the most important people of my life.”

Rooster felt his throat tighten. Iceman has been part of his childhood from the time he came to date Becca. He keeps this bound hidden from the other pilot, but Iceman, the Admiral Kanzansky, was his “uncle Tom”. 

But beyond that, Kat was his dearest friend, the little sister he should have if his father wasn’t dead that young. And while he was focused on his story with Maverick, she was crossing all this shit alone. 

“What didn’t you tell me ? Why did you keep this for you ?”

“I didn’t, in fact. I told Phoenix. And seriously, Rooster ? I lost one of my parents in the sky and the other one is dying of cancer. Doesn’t remember something ?”

Of course it does. It was his own story. 

“With Maverick’s return, You and him are required to work together, The ghost of Goose flying with us. I didn’t want to bring back your mother’s death in your mind.”

“It’s because I lived this before you that you should tell me ! Kat, my mother’s death has been the worst thing that ever happened to me. But if what I’ve been through can help someone that I care about to get through hard, it would be a release for me.”

Kat sigh. Here he was back. The Bradley that carried on his back when she was a kid. The Bradley that picked her when she was crying on the curb after breaking up with this idiot of Cameron Stevens. He put her against his chest, rubbing her back. She breathed and barely whispered. “How much it's gonna hurt ?” He sighs. “It's gonna be the most awful pain you have ever felt.” 

Days later, when Bradley heard about Admiral Kanzansky’s death, he ran to their house, climbed the stairs to Kat’s childhood room. She was curled under sheets and blankets. When he opened the door, she raised her head. Hair was messy, her cheeks were red and wet with puffy eyes. “I thought you lied about the pain.” She burst into tears and Bradley rushed into her bed and hugged her close.     

[callmemana]

Cricket: just tell me what happened.

Leo: {before joining up} okay, but you have to promise not to get mad

Cricket: what. happened.

Leo: I was just minding my own business-

Cricket: *slamming her fist on the table* BULLSHIT

Leo: I WAS

Leo: so what’s your type?

Cricket: kind, blonde, dumb, good sense of humor

Leo: that sounds kind of like me. too bad I’m your best friend.

Cricket: … did I mention dumb?

Leo: yeah

Cricket: okay just making sure

Duckie: *overhearing this conversation and face palms*

Cricket: wanna play a game

Duckie: sure

Cricket: it’s called ‘cricket or skip’. I tell you things leo has said recently. you guess if he was speaking to me or our dog.

Duckie: that shouldn’t be that hard-

Cricket: quote number one: ‘I would die for you’

Duckie: … I stand corrected

{in San Diego}

Cricket: back in high school, I always wanted to kiss you.

Leo: why didn’t you?

Cricket: I couldn’t reach your face.

Rick: *to leo* I dare you-

Cricket: Leo’s not allowed to accept dares

Rick: …why not

Leo: *head bowed* I have no regard for my own personal safety

Leo: I just need to hear those three little words

Cricket: I love you

Leo: try again

Cricket: *grumbling* I will behave

Leo: shut up everyone, Cricket’s calling to check in!!!

Goose: come back to bed, baby!!

Rick: *various sex noises*

Slider: where’s the vodka?!

Dragon: Put your PANTS BACK ON!

Dragon: *screams*

Whiskey: who hid my weed?!!!

Mav: strip poker baby!!!!!

Cricket: LEO WHAT THE FUCK!

Leo: I love you Angel!

Cricket: you’re an idiot.

Leo: love isn’t real.

Duckie: you’re literally making a card so you can confess your undying love to Cricket.

Leo: *threatening her with a glue gun* you’re on thin fuckin’ ice.

Duckie: can I be frank with guys?

Daisy: sure but I don’t see how changing your name is going to help.

Cricket: can I still be Cricket?

Daisy: shh let Frank speak.

Leo: I sleep with a gun under my pillow

Ron: I sleep with a knife

Rick: you’re both pathetic

Ice: oh yeah? what do you sleep with?

Rick: Duckie

Dragon’s Angels📻: @gracespicybradshaw @mrsjaderogers @dragon-kazansky @bayisdying @breadsquash

[pollyna]

Oki so all the titles speak to me but let's go with "The highs and lows of Baby Goose and Mr Iceman" please 🥺

Hey! Very happy you liked all the titles and here for you a lil snip of Iceman and Baby Goose and candies!

Mav says it's good because they're going to bond, Carole nods and smiles, and Bradley says, "Mr. Iceman, moma always takes me to the candy shop on Sunday." Ice knows the kid is totally bullshitting him, but then Carole asks if they can take some strawberries, and how can Ice say no at that point? Bradley spends most of their walk looking around, a hand squeezing Ice's and pointing dogs and cats. Ice doesn't know much about kids, but he likes Bradley, he liked him even before the whole Goose incident, and now Carole is sick, and if Tom picks up Bradley while they are still two streets away from the candy shop and hugs him against his chest, it's nobody's business. The shop is almost empty when they step in, and Bradley's eyes are so big that Ice is scared he's going to pass out from too much enjoyment. The girl behind the table smiles at them, curls her hair at him, and puts on her best "why I'm doing this job" smile she can muster.  "Remember what we talked about at home, baby Goose?" Tom asks because if Bradley starts to cry, Ice will too, and that's not something the world is ready to handle. "No more than five candies per type, and I can choose four different ones, and we have to take the strawberries one for mom!" He answers, showing the count with his fingers. "And I'm going to have twenty-five candies to share with mom, uncle Mav, and you too, Mr. Iceman!" He giggles, looking around and then at him, extending his little arms out and making what Mav likes to call the grabby grabby hands. "Mr. Iceman, can you take me up, please? I can't see all the candies from here, and I want to choose the prettiest one for my moma!" How could Ice say anything but yes when Bradley Bradshaw is looking at him with his big brown eyes and all the trust in the world right there? "Sure thing, baby Goose. Can you see better now?" Ice asks, his arms under Bradley's leg.

[trve-grimdark]

Top Gun Maverick

SPOILER FREE Personal Review Preamble: First off let me say this. I am a DIE HARD fan of the first TG. And when I say that, I mean I used to watch it once or twice a month at least on an old VHS growing up. My dad was in the Navy, stationed on the Air Craft Carrier Constellation, and to say I had a hard on for all things Navy, Naval Aviation and F-14s is an understatement. So understand when I say I WANTED to hate on Top Gun Maverick but can’t, its coming from a deep seated love of the original.  That being said, I cannot help but love TGM. So, Pro/Con: Bad out of the way first because there isn’t much CONS -Longer than needed; Yup like every other fucking movie regardless of genre, the studio got this one to extend run time over two hours and some change. So, plenty of long, needless, drawn out talking, staring, more talking, more staring, and slow-mo scenes for no reason other than, gotta hit that time stamp. -The  CGI that was used in major scenes....is PAINFULLY obvious. Take a clue from the original movie Paramount, just stick to scenes you can do with practical effects when 98% of the movie is already that and not rush a bunch of CGI for spectacle.  -Mav is basically the only character. No seriously, everyone else does great, its just...at the end of the day, couldn’t give a fuck bout any of them as characters. Its all about Tom Cruise and it kinda shows. 

Well that’s is, Now on to the fangasming PROs -Excellent loyalty to the Original; In an age of post modernism, bullshit deconstruction, and disloyalty to once great characters/archetypes, TGM is a beacon of light. Mav isn’t some washed out, poor, old, can’t hack it, “wHiTe MaLe” has-been who gets shit on by everyone from his peers to his friends. No, Mav is a badass ace pilot, with the leather jacket and aviators to match and he shows it. And so does the rest of the cast by being right there to learn from and join him.

-Practical/real life effects and stunts: I mean, they put the actors in the damn fighter jets and it shows. What more do you fucking want? Also beautiful stunt work and camera. Unlike the mono-chrome of DUNE or other such films TGM is  alive with colorful/realistic sets and fast paced scene production.

-Great acting; Tom brings it, and so does everyone. Yeah there’s some clunky “its an action movie” dialogue and such, but even then you can tell the cast is hamming it up and loving it. 

-Interesting close out to the story; I hated the idea of a sequel to a film that was obviously a one and done. But, some how they managed to make this work. With the next gen coming into contact with the old experienced one, but each finding a stride and putting away old wounds in the process while F-18′s roar overhead was honestly engaging and edge of the seat worthy.  -Sound/extras/eye candy; See it in Theaters before its gone! Nothing like the sound of a F-18 going Afterburner in surround sound. Great humor sprinkled through out, not fucking MCU “joke a second” dialogue.  Also no shortage of eye candy. Boys get to see some girl aviators blow shit up and play beach football. . Girls get to see all the hard body fly boys and chads doing the same thing, just like the Original. 

Final Verdict:

9/10. The mid section gets slow and grinding due to the need to hit that hated 2hr+ mark, and yeah you can tell this was Cruise/Bruckheimer's baby as Tom is always front and center at the expense of other people’s character development, but that might have been what saved this from being another Last Jedi. Aside from that, FUCK this movie will fly you up to Mach 10 and light your hair on fire. Go see it, And fly right into the Danger Zone.  PS: Val Kilmer is a fucking trooper. So glad he could be in the movie for a cameo. Keep fighting Ice!

[callsignspark]

🌹

hi anon, thanks anon!! you get a snippet of the bodyguard fic I've been dreaming about (it's an intertwined fic featuring Jake, Bob and Bradley as bodyguards for three sisters! Sarah is the oldest, Taylor is the middle, Brianne is the youngest btw)

"My daughters are what you might call tenacious…" "Jesus Christ, tenacious, he says." The eldest rolls her eyes, the unofficial matriarch of the family; she's been calling her father on his bullshit since their mother died when she was seventeen. The youngest pipes up, always looking to help the chaos along. "Do you think he ever actually calls us a gigantic pain in his ass? You know that’s what he’s thinking." "Taylor will be going to a safehouse with one of the agents. Sarah, I think it would be best if you took a sabbatical for a few months. And Brianne, you need to step down from this case." "Safehouse?! Sabbatical?! Step down?!" Sarah's chair tips over from the ferocity of her anger. "Are you fucking insane? No! Have you lost your goddamn mind? We are not going anywhere. I don't care what threats are coming in; you are not sending Taylor to the middle of nowhere with some stranger." Taylor, the quiet, middle daughter, joins in. "And we know why they’re doing this! It’s because Brianne is close to solving the Pierce case! The closest anyone has ever been. She has been working day and night for months to put all of this together. She is the only person who has been able to connect all of the dots to get the investigation this far. She can’t step down!" "And Sarah is leading a team of thirty people in the middle of an enormous redesign effort under government review! It’s been going on for months, and no one could take over that project. She’s the only person in the entire company that can put all the necessary pieces together. She can’t take a sabbatical!" Brianne finishes. Richard sighs as he looks at his three daughters standing across the table from him. They're so much like their mother, and in times like this, he wishes they weren't. "Girls… you just don’t understand the severity of this situation." "Don’t patronize us, Dad; we’re not children. Explain it to us then if we don’t know what we’re dealing with. I, for one, don’t want to be in the dark about whatever moron is threatening us this time." The way Sarah rolls her eyes raises her father's blood pressure in the way only an oldest daughter can do. "This time…?" The question surprises all of them. The family had forgotten about Mav's team of tall, broad men standing awkwardly along the wall. "Our father is the New York State Attorney and has been, for several decades, Bradley. Do you really think this is the first time some idiot has threatened us?" Brianne snaps, rolling her eyes at the man who she used to consider a close friend.

for every 🌹 in my inbox i’ll post a random bit of a random WIP i’m currently writing

[feralforfrank]

who did this to you?

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

cw accidental injury (reader got hit in the face), crying, NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER. (tell me if i missed anything)

a/n THIS IS SO SHIT, BUT I HAD TO COME BACK SOMEHOW SO HELLOOOO. inspired by this tweet.

masterlist | taglist

Bradley Bradshaw hated you. Well, hate is a strong word, but that's how he felt. He thinks...

He hated your arrogance, your defiance of rules—mostly the french braids you would make instead of the required ponytail just to get on your Admiral's nerves. He hated how you smiled at Hangman and Coyote's jokes or when you indulged in conversation with Phoenix and Bob but never him.

Your laugh, posture, clothes, everything is perfect, and he can't stand it. He can't stand how good you were at confusing Mav's scanner while in the air or how you challenged him to see who would complete a simulation's mission faster.

He just didn't like how attractive, funny, intelligent—how flawless—you were. He definitely didn't have a crush on you or something. And he definitely didn't want you to pay an ounce of attention to him without glaring, seething, or snarking back a response to him.

But when he saw you speed-walking down a hallway, nearly hitting other pilots and superiors, not once looking up or apologizing, he couldn't help but worry about you. Where was the snarky watch it comments directed at the younger pilots? That was very unlike you. And so, he moved his feet directly in your path, waiting for your body to collide with his. So he could finally understand what was going on. 

Your shoulder hit his as you tried to move past him, but he was faster. He grabbed your shoulders and steadied you, your callsign leaving his lip a few times.

"Hey, sunshine, what's wrong?" His nickname always worked a reaction out of you, but this time, you just brushed him off.

He gaped at you, watching you walk away. His feet moved before his mind, and he followed you into the changing rooms.

"Hey!" He called your name again, and this time you stopped.

Your back was to him as you touched your face and pushed your hair back. He stood there waiting for you to turn around, but you never did.

"What do you want, Bradley?" Your voice trembled. Fuck.

Something was actually wrong. He was never Bradley. He was Bradshaw, or Lieutenant, even Rooster on good days. But he has never been Bradley, and it's not how he imagined you saying his name for the first time.

Suddenly, his throat is dry. Your attention is only on him—no Seresin to make jokes and no Nat to gossip with—and he would've blushed under the intensity of the situation if it weren't for his concern.

"You, uh, okay?"

He watches your head move affirmatively, but bullshit. He takes a step but your voice, soft and shaky, stops him in his tracks.

"Don't. Please, Rooster, just go away."

You've never spoken so softly to him. Your voice sounded like you were barely holding in sobs and something in him awoke. In a matter of seconds, he's standing in front of you, fingers softly lifting your chin.

What he sees shocks him to the core. Your right temple is a blueish-dark purple colour, meaning there's a bruise forming. A trickle of blood had dried above your right eyebrow. His cheeks redden, and his body tenses. The tears you've been trying to shoo finally fall, and you wince, closing your eyes in pain.

"Who did this to you?" Bradley finally whispers.

The raw anger he's feeling is barely contained by the rapid inhale and exhale through his nose. When you don't answer, he calls your name, voice trembling.

"Who was it?"

"Jake." Your voice is barely a whisper, but his stomach drops.

He's moving away from you and towards the door, but you stop him before he can escape.

"No, Bradley, please. Leave it alone, please!"

His breathing comes out in pants as he squints at you. "W-What?" Your callsign escaped from his lips in a stutter. "Seresin put his hands on you! I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!"

The rage in his voice makes you wince and slightly pull back, the ringing in your head intensifying by how loud Rooster's voice is.

"He didn't do it on purpose!" You try to explain as he tries to free his arm from your grip. "He and and this guy were fighting, and then they started throwing punches, and me and Nix got in the middle to separate them, and I was pulling back Jake, and his elbow hit my temple." You pant. "It was an accident, Roos, I swear."

Bradley exhales, and his eyes soften at your hyperventilating state. He moves closer to you, his palm cupping your cheek again to inspect the damage. 

"Come on," he speaks softly, pulling you to the bench. 

The changing room thankfully has a first-aid kit in the corner, and there's a forgotten but ice-cold water bottle next to you. He wipes the dried blood and covers it with a band-aid. Your eyes never leave his, focusing on every part of his face instead of the pain in your cheek.

"Thank you for helping me," you say quietly, halting Rooster's movements.

His eyes meet your glossy, wide ones. They're as beautiful as ever. "Of course." His tone matches yours.

The silence that engulfs you is different now. It's comfortable. Rooster's cologne makes it much better, and you're glad he's here.

A smile rises on your face. Rooster notices, but his eyes never leave your bruise as he carefully places the cold bottle on your cheek. You slightly wince, but the smile never disappears.

"What're you smiling about, sunshine?" He can't help the smile that grows on his face as you fail to contain a giggle.

"Your mustache is uneven."

"Shut up."

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