#iceman crocheted it for her

[enthyrea]

they’re matching!!! :)

i just really wanted to draw paykid in a little knit hat that matches her dad’s helmet 😭

[thebigbookfanboy]

Random Kaplan family headcanons (P1 of ?)

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Jeff and Rebecca met at the age of twenty-five. Rebecca's brother and Jeff's sister were put together by a matchmaker and decided to try and introduce the two families.

All of their sons are named after playwrights (William Shakespeare=William (Billy) Kaplan, Eugene O'Neill=Eugene (Gene) Kaplan, Samuel Beckett=Beckett Kaplan)

Billy is the oldest (nineteen), Gene is the middle child (seventeen), and Beckett is the youngest (fourteen).

Gene and Beckett are also mutants, but Eugene doesn't use his powers, and Beckett's haven't activated yet.

Jeff and Rebecca legally adopted Tommy when he was seventeen

Jeff has undiagnosed Autism. He and Rebecca agreed not to get a professional diagnosis.

Beckett is Autistic and has ADHD, Gene has dyslexia and Billy has dyspraxia and have all been diagnosed.

Gene is obsessed with dreams and sleep (like, he wants to study it at university and stuff)

Tommy likes arts and crafts and often makes bookmarks and gives them to friends as gifts. He doesn't like using hot glue guns, though.

Jeff knits to relieve stress and to keep his hands steady.

Gene does knitting and crochet, and Beckett does embroidery.

Rebecca calls herself Dr. Rebecca Oure-Klum (her maiden name) to her patients. And Jeff just tells them to call him Jeff.

Billy, Beckett, and Gene used to have a massive Minecraft world that they played on together, but now only Beckett plays on it.

Gene goes to a private boarding school for high achieving students.

Everyone at Beckett's school avoids him because of Billy and the John Kessler thing.

Beckett posts superhero fanfiction online (but never includes The Young Avengers because to him, that's weird). Jeff and Rebecca support it because they think fanfiction and fanart are healthy ways for teenagers to explore gender, sexuality and creativity; they do not read them, though, Gene does and occasionally does fanart for Beckett's fics, but keep them on the down low.

Gene has a crush on Marvel Girl (Jean Grey, not Rachel). Beckett has a crush on Iceman, Spider-Man, and Human Torch.

Jeff and Rebecca made a swear jar for English swears, a swear jar for Yiddish swears, a swear jar for Hebrew swears, and a swear jar for made up language swears. They have over 5,000 dollars in them.

Gene once got Northstars autograph. He also once got Jean-Paul Beaubier's autograph. So far, he's the only person to have figured out his identity by himself.

They live next door to William and Madeline Drake.

The reason Gene and Becket weren’t home when Mother took over is because they were both on multiday field trips to Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters.

Gene cries when dogs die in movies. A Dogs Journey broke him.

Like Billy, Jeff sleep talks. A lot. Mainly about the structure of a heart and different heart conditions. Often about Rebecca.

[derpinathebrave]

ICE -In Case of Emergency ~ IceMav

READ ON AO3

So I got the brainworms again. This time from @pilotsandgays and now I've started a chaptered fic of Ice and Mav being exes (slightly nasty exes) but Ice is still listed as Mav's emergency contact.

I'm posting the first chapter here but the rest will be only on AO3 unless ya'll really want it on both

SUMMARY: "I'm your emergency contact. You know, you're supposed to take that out when you leave someone." Commander Tom "Iceman" Kazansky has spent five years trying to forget Pete Mitchell ever existed let alone walked out on him. Everything is brought to a boil when he is called after Pete is in a serious accident and Tom is the emergency contact. Now Ice has to face up to some tough questions; why did Maverick walk out on him without a goodbye? And why is he helping the man that destroyed his heart?

TAGS: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Sarah Kazansky, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemies to Lovers, Exes to Lovers, Hospitals and Medical, Whump, not much beta we die like goose, Canon Compliant, mostly canon compliant anyway, Period-Typical Homophobia, Don't Ask Don't Tell, Mention of Aids crisis, characters being added later

WORDS: 3059

Chapter 1: A Ringing Phone

The phone was ringing. Commander Tom “Iceman” Kazansky could hear it through the front door as he struggled to juggle his paperwork and get the key working in the lock. 

It was still a little strange to have his own phoneline after living so many years from carrier to carrier and sharing with literally everyone else. Every time it rang he jumped at the noise and then rushed to pick it up. Usually it was Slider, his mum or Sarah. They were the only people that really knew he was in a permanent residence again, and the only people he really cared enough to give his number to. 

The sticky lock finally gave and Iceman shouldered his way through the door. He would need to fix that soon, the way the door jammed in its frame and the lock took a specific wiggle to get the key to turn. 

He tossed the paperwork down onto his coffee table as he strode to the kitchen. The phone fell silent as he reached out to grab it from the wall. He pulled it to his ear anyway, haring the dial-tone. Rolling his eyes, Tom set the phone back in the cradle. 

The house was small, single story and sparsely furnished. He walked back to the front door and pulled his boots off, setting them in place on the shoe rack. The door opened into the living room, a couch long enough to fit him on it lying down, a coffee table and a TV on a chest of drawers. He had bought two low bookshelves to line the wall beneath the window that looked out to his neighbours fence, but they were currently rather empty. His Top Gun trophy was propped up on top of the one to the right. Sarah kept threatening to come and decorate for him, but her work hadn’t allowed for that yet. 

Ice moved through the living room and down the short hall to his bedroom. This was marginally more comfortable. He had a queen bed with a crocheted blanket his mother had pressed upon him when he had let her come and see his new place. It was a mixture of blues and greys and made him think of the ocean. Beyond the bed, he had matching nightstands with lamps, a laundry hamper and a winged arm-chair (another addition from his mother). He mostly just tossed clothes onto the armchair until it annoyed him enough to put them away in the cupboard.

As he was unbuttoning his shirt, the phone began to ring once more. He went to answer it.

“Hello?” He said, resisting the automatic urge to add “Commander Kazansky” as he had to at the office. 

“Hello, is that Tomas Kazansky?” A feminine voice said. 

“Speaking.” Ice frowned. He didn’t know this voice. A simmer of anxiety settled in his chest. 

“Mr Kazansky, my name is Maria, I’m a nurse at Holy Spirit Hospital. You were listed as the emergency contact for Peter Mitchell?” Maria said. 

Tom’s anxiety shot straight to a boil. His hand gripped the phone tight, his heart pounding loud enough to drown out the crackle on the phoneline. He realised she was waiting for an answer.

“Yes. Uh,” he blinked and shook his head a little. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, Mr Kazansky, he’s been in a serious accident and is currently in emergency,” Maria carried on in a solemn voice.

“What type of accident?” Ice forced out. 

“He had a pretty serious collision on a motorcycle.” Maria said. “He’s stable for now, conscious but in pain, and he’ll be going in for surgery this evening. If you wanted to come down and see him, you’re welcome to. He’ll need a change of clothes and some toiletries.”

Ice turned and pressed his forehead against the kitchen wall beside the phone. He took a long, slow breath in, held it a moment and then let it slide back out just as slowly. 

“Thank you,” he said, hating himself, “I’ll be there in about an hour.”

“OK. Just let our Emergency receptionist know you’re here to see Peter and they’ll let you through. I will let you know he can only have one visitor at a time, so if you plan to bring other people, they won’t be able to come in with you,” Maria said.

“Thank you,” he said again. 

“No problem. Thank you.” The phone disconnected. 

Iceman placed the phone back with extra care. As much as he wanted to smash it to pieces, that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He did allow himself thirty more seconds of pressing his face against the wall in despair.

Heaving a sigh, Ice straightened once more and headed back to his bedroom. He filled a backpack with sweatpants, a soft t-shirt, boxers and socks. He moved to the bathroom, taking a disposable razor and spare toothbrush from beneath the sink. 

As he straightened, Ice caught his own face in the mirror. His blue eyes were slightly wild.  He could not go into that hospital room and let Maverick see him like that. He paused, staring himself down until the startled expression had settled back into his trademark detachment. He toyed with the idea of a shower but decided it would only amp him up more if he had to wait longer. May as well just get this whole thing over with. He buttoned his uniform back up, tucking it in once more. 

Ice let himself have one more second of hesitation before he grabbed the backpack, pulled his boots on and relocked his janky front door. 

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His jaw ached, knuckles white on the steering wheel and shoulders tense. Ice negotiated traffic with extra care. He was desperately trying to stay calm. His ice-cold facade was slipping and melting every time he remembered where he was going and why. 

The sun was closing in on the horizon by the time he pulled into the hospital parking lot. Tom followed the signs for Emergency, completely unable to calm the thundering of his heart or the urge to bite at the inside of his cheek. He took up a soft mantra that everything would be fine, he would be A-OK and this would be fine. 

The lady at reception gave him directions down to the bay that Maverick was in. Hefting the backpack, and giving one last attempt at masking his anxiety, Ice headed for the bed. 

When he peeked through the curtain the bay was empty. No bed at all. After a moment he noticed the motorcycle helmet and boots thrust out of the way under a bench and he knew he was where Maverick had been at the very least. He slipped into the bay, leaving the curtain open. 

Ice took a deep breath. He gripped both fists together and then shook them out. It made him feel a little better. He did it again. 

With his body slightly calmed, he bent to look at the helmet. It was a mess. Deep gouges ran across the left side, the visor had been torn away completely. Ice swallowed. 

“Excuse me, sir?” a man said from behind him. 

Ice straightened quickly and spun. A tall, orderly in orange scrubs stood at the gap in the curtain. 

“Can I help you?” The orderly said. His eyes scanned Ice, taking in the shiny wings on his uniform. 

“Uh, yeah, the man that was in this bay, Pete Mitchell, where is he?” Ice said

“Are you the next of kin?” The orderly said, eyes narrowing a little. 

Ice hesitated for a split second. “Yes,” he said. 

“He’s been taken up to surgery. They’re prepping him now,” the orderly gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’re in the wrong place. If you want to grab those things I’ll give you directions to surgery.”

Ice nodded in reply, pulling the corners of his lips up but not really smiling. 

He grabbed the helmet and boots, following the orderly back to the crossroads of the hallways. After extensive and confusing instructions, Ice ventured back to the elevators and headed up to the surgery wards. 

Stuffed into the back corner of the elevator, a small kid with a very broken arm in a bed taking up the majority of the room, Iceman chewed on his cheek once more. Of course it hadn’t been as easy as bringing Maverick clothes and organising him a ride home. Of course the idiot needed surgery.

He squeezed out of the elevator on the floor he needed and followed the signs through the labyrinthine corridors. Finally he came upon another nurse’s station. 

“I’m here to see Peter Mitchell,” Iceman said, resettling the boots in his grip. 

“Let me see,” the nurse focused on her computer for a moment, tapping keys slowly. “Sure, he’s just gone in with Doctor Yanch. The surgery is set to be a minimum of two hours. You’re welcome to wait in our relations room, or head down to the cafeteria and come back closer to his end time.”

“Thank you,” Ice said, despite wanting to slam his head into her counter. “I’ll head to the cafeteria.”

The nurse gave him a nod and turned back to her work. Ice made his way back to the elevators slowly.

As he was sitting in the cafeteria, ignoring the stares of civilians because he was still in his khakis, Ice questioned his sanity. Only Pete Mitchell brought this side of him out. The side that questioned what the hell he was doing. 

He ate a truly awful sandwich and drank worse coffee. The helmet was set on the table in front of him and Tom found his eyes straying to it every few seconds. The paint had once resembled Maverick’s flight helmet, the white and red lines leading over the back and “Maverick” stamped across there rather than the front. The eagle on the side was almost completely destroyed, gouged and scratched into an amorphous red and white blob. 

If he had not seen the state of the helmet, he probably would have already gone. It was only the deeply unsettling scars on the helmet that kept him in the cafeteria, drinking awful coffee and waiting two hours. 

When the time was up, he stood, stretched and headed back to surgery. His heart took up a new tattoo of anxiety in his chest as he drew closer to the ward. The nurse directed him down to recovery and warned him that Pete was recovering and the anaesthetic was going to linger for a while. 

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell was pale, lips a little purple on the edges. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. He was shirtless but mostly covered with a paper gown. His left arm was in a sling, securing his wrist up by his right collarbone. As Ice followed the arm to the shoulder there was large bandages covering from his bicep to the rise of his neck. Mav’s lower body was covered with a hospital blanket. He was still hooked into a drip of fluids and a second of blood. 

Tom’s chest squeezed, all air escaping at the sigh of Maverick. It was much worse than he had expected. A weird mixture of relief and irritation washed through him. He set the backpack down in the corner, out of the way, and turned back to find a doctor pushing into the room. 

“Hello, I’m Doctor Yanch, you are?” The doctor said, eyes flickering over Ice’s uniform. 

“I’m Tom Kazansky, his—“ Ice almost said wingman, aborting at the last second and amending it to “— next-of-kin.” 

“Ah,” Doctor Yanch nodded. “I was just coming to do my post-surgery assessment. I was Peter’s surgeon.”

A nurse in teal scrubs bustled in, ignoring them both and heading straight for Pete.

Ice glanced at Pete but he hadn’t moved and his eyes were still closed. “OK.” He said to the doctor, “can you explain his injuries to me? I haven’t had a chance to hear the damage.”

“Oh,” surprise flickered across the surgeons face before he spoke once more. “Pete sustained a proximal humeral fracture dislocation. Meaning that his upper arm fractured and dislocated at the same time. I’ve set the bone with screws and relocated the joint through surgery. He was also brought in with rib fractures and a haemothorax, blood in his chest cavity that had collapsed his left lung.”

Tom realised he wasn’t breathing and inhaled through his nose, waiting for the doctor to continue. 

“His lung has reinflated and we’re confident the internal bleed has stopped. He will be receiving blood for another few hours and fluids.” The Doctor gave a tight smile to show he was finished. 

“Thank you,” Ice said, voice a little hoarse. 

“Not a problem.” The doctor turned away and began scribbling in Pete’s chart, mumbling to the nurse. When he was done, he hung the chart back at the end of the bed and walked out. 

Ice watched as the nurse leaned over and took Maverick’s right hand from under the blanket. She began squeezing it and calling his name. His heart began a horrid tap dance on his nerves once more.

“Peter?” The nurse called again, a little louder. 

“Try Mav,” Ice said, stepping a little closer and immediately regretting it. 

The nurse looked at him in surprise. 

“His nickname, its Mav or Maverick, try that,” Ice explained at her expression. “He hates Peter.”

“Mav?” She called, “it’s time to wake up now.”

Slowly, Mav’s eyes flickered and opened. He frowned at the nurse and began to move. She pinned him down with a firm hand, clearly practised at this. 

“No, no, no moving, Mav,” she said to him. “You’ve been in surgery. We fixed that shoulder up for you. Are you in pain?”

“No,” Mav mumbled. “Yes.” 

The sound of his voice sent fresh spikes through Ice but he remained still and silent in the background. 

“My chest hurts,” Mav said, his voice slurred. 

“Yes, you’ve got some fractured ribs. Can you squeeze my hand?” She placed her fingers in his left hand and nodded when Mav obeyed. “Good. Alright, I’m going to let you wake up a little more and then I’ll be back to run some more tests. You can chat to your friend but don’t move too much, OK?” She said.

“Mm-hmm.” Mav gave a tight nod already closing his eyes again. 

The nurse shot Ice a tight smile and bustled back out into the hall. He merely watched her go before turning back to where Maverick was laying. The other man had his eyes closed again but there was tension through his forehead, showing Ice that he was still awake. 

Ice gripped his fists, ignored the nausea that was rising and falling in his abdomen, and sat on the uncomfortable armchair by the window. When he glanced at Maverick his eyes were open and staring at the ceiling. They shifted, catching Ice’s and holding for a protracted moment. Pete blinked, shook his head a little and closed his eyes once more. 

He didn’t open his eyes again for another fifteen minutes. Ice was watching, cataloguing the way Maverick’s tension would sink out of his body as he slipped into sleep and then rise again as he woke once more. 

The second time Maverick opened his eyes, he whipped his head over to stare at Tom with wide eyes. He blinked. 

Tom gave him the most mild expression he could muster.

“Fuck, you’re actually here,” Maverick said, voice less slurred now. 

“I’m your emergency contact,” Ice said blandly, determined to not let Maverick see the agitation going on in his body. “You know, you take that out of your wallet when you leave someone.”

There was a beat of tension and Maverick turned away to stare at the ceiling. 

“Flattered you came,” Maverick said, wincing a little. 

“Mm-hmm,” Ice drawled at him. 

Internally Tom was beginning to suspect he needed to visit the cardio ward and have his heart checked. It had been hammering a harsh rhythm in his chest for the last twenty minutes and showed no signs of stopping now. 

“Why did you come?” Mav asked, voice strained. 

“I knew no one else would,” Iceman shrugged. He almost regretted the words as pain flared and died on Maverick’s face. “Should I call the nurse? You look rough.”

“I was hit by a car, Kazansky, of course I look rough.” Pete was clearly trying to sound snappish but there was too much pain in his voice for it to carry. 

Ice sighed and stood. He moved to the side of Mav’s bed and found the call button. 

“Don’t you touch—“ Maverick didn’t make it to the end of the sentence before Ice pushed the button for him. “Go away, why are you here?” Maverick groaned, face growing steadily paler. 

Ice didn’t bother to reply but simply returned to the uncomfortable armchair. He willed his heart back to a regular pace and when it refused to comply, he settled for fishing his gum out of his pocket and beginning to chew on a fresh piece. 

The same nurse returned, took one look at Maverick’s face and launched into action. She set up his pain medication, teaching him about the button to let it release. She then began conducting the promised tests from earlier. Ice sat in the chair and watched, eyes roaming Maverick as he did. When the nurse pulled the gown down to attach patches to Mav’s chest, Ice couldn’t drag his eyes away. He knew he should, but the horrific red and maroon patches that spread from beneath Mav’s arm to the middle of his chest held him transfixed. 

The doctor had said words like “collapsed lung”, “fractured ribs” and “bleeding into the chest cavity” but hearing about it and seeing it were vastly different things. Ice found his breath was caught in his chest once more. He tried to breathe, working hard to stay perfectly still. 

As much as he wanted to deny it, Ice made a snap decision in that moment. He knew he would regret it later. He knew that it would cause him such intense pain that it would rival Maverick’s. But Tom also knew he couldn’t leave Maverick alone to deal with this. 

He was still his wingman. Whether Maverick wanted him to be or not.

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#5

Family Dinner

Summary: It’s Sunday night which means time for family dinner for Maverick, Iceman, Reader and the dagger squadron

Relationship: IceMav x daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x sister!reader

Warnings: none

word count: 2097

A/N: This is my attempt at a sequel to On the Outside Looking In, you don’t have to read it to know what is going on but it would help, not beta read

“I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Y/N pulled one of ear buds out. She had been sitting at the kitchen table, working on her homework while her dads made dinner. The dagger squadron was coming over for Sunday dinner, and her dad’s were cooking. Y/N has been working on getting to know the squadron and expressing her feelings instead of keeping in. She was also trying to get to know all the new siblings she had. So far, Y/n was closest to Fritz, which made Bradley a little jealous as he was used to being Y/N’s favorite.

“I said, can you help set the table, everyone’s gonna be arriving soon,” Maverick repeated himself, as he pulled a dish out of the oven.

“Oh yeah, sure. Do you mind if i put my things in your office,Pops? I’ll get them after dinner.”

“Sure pumpkin. Just no snooping through the papers on the desk,” ice told his daughter.

“I know. Jeez its like I havent been living with the two of you for the past 20 years,” Y/n teased as she put her things in the office. “So whats for dinner tonight?”

“Jeez, its like you should know, you’ve been sitting at the kitchen table while we’ve been making it,” Maverick responded.

Y/N grabbed the plates from her pop’s hands and moved toward the table she had just been occupying. “Hahaha your so funny. Should’ve been a comedian instead of a pilot.”

“Y’know, maybe I will do that once I retire.”

“Seriously Dad? You retiring? That’ll happen the day pigs fly and hell freezes over.”

Ice chuckled at his family. He was happy that Maverick had been, albeit not willingly, promoted to rear admiral, had accepted that position as squadron commander of the Dagger Squadron and would be around more permanently. Bradley was also back home now. He could tell the Y/N was happy about the promotion, and Bradley being home, as well. Granted, neither of them had realized that with the promotion and new squadron, Maverick would be taking in 11 stray Naval aviators. There had been a few hiccups at the start, with Y/N feeling left out of the family, but they had pushed through that.

“Back to your earlier question pumpkin,” Ice interrupted his husband and daughter’s conversations, “we’re having lasagna, salad, garlic bread and the cake that you made. Can you move the bread basket and salad bowl over to the table please?”

“That just sounds like carb overload at this point. Are you trying to put them into a food coma so that they can’t fly tomorrow? Is this your secret plan to have one day off?” Y/N asks. The doorbell rings and she moves to go answer it.

“Maybe but don’t tell any of them!” Maverick called after her. “And tell them that they can just walk into the house! They don’t have to knock every single time!”

“I will!” Y/N calls back. “Hey guys, come on in!” 

Y/N moves out of the way and allows Harvard, Yale, and Fritz to enter the home. 

“By the way, Dad wants me to remind yall that you don’t have to knock or ring the doorbell, you can just walk right in. Where’s everyone else?”

“They should be right behind us. We all left at the same time,” Fritz tells her. She gives him a quick hug and lets all of them into the house. “So how have all of you been?”

“Just trying to survive training with Maverick. I mean how is he so good at his age?” Yale responds. They all walk into the kitchen to help finish setting up the diner table. Everyone greets each other.

“Dad fought for a long time to keep his wings. It’s why he’s only just now a rear admiral, kept turning them down to keep flying,” she puts one of the salad bowls on the table, “I’ve been in the backseat, while he flew and I don't think I’ve ever been more scared. He is fearless and I can’t imagine training with him.”

“Oh, did he also get you up in an f-18? I heard he did with penny too,” says Harvard. The front door opens and closes.

“I would’ve ground his ass faster than he could say F-18,” Iceman says. 

“Who's getting grounded?” a voice asks. Everyone turns and there stands Hangman, bob, Phoenix and Coyote. They all greet everyone. 

“Me, if I took Y/N up in an F-18. I never did but I have thought about it,” Maverick tells the group. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They were pulling up as we were walking in, so should be in any-” Phoenix starts but is interrupted by the front door opening and closing.

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#4

On the Outside looking in (p.2)

Summary: It’s been 17 years since Bradley left but he’s back now and he’s brought the newly formed dagger squadron with him. But Y/n is starting to feel left out

Relationship: IceMav x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw xx sister!reader

Warnings: a lot of angst

word count: 2,474

A/N: Here it is the final part. I tried to make this as angsty as possible

Tag: @luckyladycreator2 @daughterofthereaper02 @shakespear-picaso-lovechild

Part 1

To Iceman and Maverick, 17 years passed by in a blur. They watched their little girl grow up right before their eyes into a strong, confident young lady. Y/N was 21 now and was working her way through college. She continued to live at home with her fathers, while attending a community college.  They watched her go through kindergarten to middle school to high school, through friends, phases and boyfriends. In turn Y/N watched her papa rise through the ranks. All the way up to Commander of the Pacific fleet, while her Dad stayed a captain. She was by their side when DADT got overturned, thanks to her fathers, and was standing right next to them when they got married. She was there when her papa got throat cancer. She remembers doing her homework, while he went through chemotherapy. She was always proud of them and happy to be able to call them her fathers. But all three of them always felt like something, or rather, someone was missing. 

 Iceman kept tabs on Bradley. He always knew where he was and how he was progressing through his Navy career. Iceman updated Maverick about Bradley all the time, and informed him that Bradley was still able to follow his dreams of becoming a Naval Aviator, even though Maverick had pulled Bradley’s application to the Naval Academy with Iceman’s help. 

However, Iceman was a known puppet master, and had concocted a plan to get Bradley and Maverick back in the same place and to get them talking. He only hoped that the actual mission and the side mission would both be a success.

The uranium plant mission had been a success. Everyone had returned home safely and alive. Of course there were a few hiccups along the way but everything had worked out in the end. Iceman’s side mission of getting Bradley and Maverick to reunite and talk also worked. 

Bradley was now home, permanently. With Iceman setting up the Dagger Squad as a permanent squadron, Iceman and Maverick found that they now had 13 children. They went from one to thirteen in a short amount of time. However, there was trouble brewing.

Y/N didn’t know if her fathers actively knew what they were doing or not. With Bradley returning, and all these new aviators that her fathers decided to adopt, Y/N felt like she was being pushed aside. She felt like she was being replaced. 

It had started off small. Some nights, some of the aviators might join them for dinner, or family dinners were cut short by Maverick running off saying that someone needed him for something. Then it soon became plans that Y/N had set with her fathers were getting canceled so they could go hang with the Dagger Squadron. Y/N could slowly feel herself being pushed out of the family. She was happy for her fathers. They finally had Bradley back and more kids that they could relate to but it hurt.

Anytime she was asked how she felt, Y/N would put on a brave face, give the person that asked a smile, and tell them that she was fine. If her fathers were happy, she was happy, even if it hurt her. 

But Bradley could tell that something was wrong. He always knew. Even if he hadn’t seen or talked to Y/N in years, he knew her too well sometimes. The smile would never quite fully reach her eyes, when everyone was over. She would always look just slightly annoyed with everyone. He tried talking to her about it. Multiple times. The first time was when they had a giant discussion about everything that had occured over the 17 years that Bradley had missed. Even though Y/N had sent him letters, he had thrown them out, still too angry to even read them. He regrets that decision. 

Y/N continued keeping her feelings to herself. 

“If my fathers are happy then I am happy.” She repeated over and over to herself. It became her little mantra. It wasn’t healthy for her but she didn’t care. 

“Why don’t you try sitting down with us and having an actual conversation to get to know everyone?” Bradley had asked Y/N one night, when all 12 aviators were over. When Y/N saw that , she ran straight to her room, too tired to deal with the boundless energy they all had, even though they were all older than her. 

“I’ve tried that Bradley. But all you guys talk about is flying,” Y/n responded. 

“No we don't. We talk about other stuff.”

“Fine. All you talk about is flying and then inside jokes. Which I don’t understand. It’s hard to be involved in a conversation when you don’t actually know what's going on. I mean, why sit there and not understand a single thing that’s being said, when I can easily just sit in my room and do my own thing. Besides, it's not like anybody notices if I’m there or not.”

“What do you mean by that, squirt?” Squirt. The nickname that Bradley had given Y/N before he left. It had been a long time since anyone had called her that.

“It doesn't matter.” Y/N sighed. “Just go back downstairs. They're probably wondering where you're at.”

Bradley started heading towards the door to leave. “They’re wondering where your at too, y’know?” He walked out of Y/N’s bedroom and went to join the others.

“No, they aren’t,” Y/N whispered to herself. She went back to doing her homework.

Y/N kept her mouth shut about her feelings, and continued telling everyone that she was fine and happy with all the new siblings. 

Soon, Y/N couldn't keep her feelings locked away anymore and she would let them all out.

It all happened one evening. Y/N had been gone since 7 am, rushing to her classes for the day and then off to the diner she was a waitress at. It wa nearing 10 pm and Y/N just wanted to go straight to her room and stariaght to bed. She was exhausted. 

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229 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#3

Peace and Quiet

Summary: Your exhausted but you also want to spend some time with your boys

Relationship: Bob x Rooster x Hangman x gn!reader

Warnings: none, this is just a lot of fluff

Word Count: 598

A/N: I havent written a fic since like 2018/2019 so please be nice to me. This is heavily insired by @daughterofthereaper02 and her work. I don’t own these characters and please don’t steal my work

You didn’t know who or what to blame for your exhaustion. You could blame the full moon that was happening tonight. You could blame the fact that all the students in your classes today were rambunctious and couldn’t sit still. You could blame the fact that you were up late unpacking box after box, trying to get moved into your new home with your boyfriends. You tried to find a reason for your exhaustion but there were just too many to count. Even though you could feel the exhaustion sitting in your bones, you still joined your boyfriends out for a night at The Hard Deck. Having not seen them, in what felt like weeks due to busy schedules, you’d take any chance to see them.

“You doin’ alright, sugar?” Jake asked you. The two of you had been playing pool against each other but you were struggling. Jake had noticed pretty quickly. So had Bradley and so had Bob. The three of them always seemed to notice when something was wrong. 

“Yeah,” you give him a soft smile, “but I think I’m gonna get another drink. Can you step in for me Bradley, please?” 

“Of course, darling,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, and you passed the pool cue off to him. You stopped by Bob, sitting on a bar stool watching the pool table and having a conversation with Phoenix, and asked if he or Phoenix needed anything. You got their drink orders, and a refill of peanuts for Bob, before making your way over to the bar. 

Returning to the pool area you pass off the drinks to everyone, before slotting yourself between Bob’s legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, as he continues his conversation with Phoenix. Your back presses against his chest, as you feel yourself relax into his embrace. 

“You alright there, sweetheart?” he mumbles quietly in your ear. 

“Yeah. Just tired that’s all,” you respond before stealing some peanuts out of the cup in front of you. He nods his head in response and gives you a quick kiss on the side of your head before returning to the conversation. You closed your eyes, laid your head back on his shoulder, let out a deep sigh and relaxed even more into Bob’s arms. 

Bradley nudged Jake’s ribs, stopping him from lining up the shot he was just about to take.

“What-” Jake started saying before Bradley cut him off and pointed towards Bob and you. Both you and Bob were enjoying the quietness of each other’s company. The two men smiled at the two of you fondly. They wished they could freeze the moment and stay there forever. It was as close to perfect as they could get right now.  

Bradley and Jake were finishing up round two of their pool game, when Bob got their attention. He jerked his head towards the door, a subtle hint, asking if they were ready to go. You were practically falling asleep in Bob’s arms and the boys all agreed it was time to go home. 

“You ready to go sweetheart?” Bob softly asked. You opened your eyes and saw your boys all staring at you. You nodded your head and moved out of Bob’s arms. Jake wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you out the front door, with Bradley and Bob following behind you. As you walked to the car, you felt Jake give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. You gave him a soft smile. You were very happy and content and ready to go to bed.

233 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#2

On the Outside looking in (p.1)

Summary: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell love both their kids but sometimes one gets pushed to the side

Relationship: IceMav x daughter!Reader

Warnings: none that I can think but if there is some just let me know

word count: 433

A/N:  This is part one just to set up for everything that happens in part 2 and also i wanted to get this out for everyone. This is also posted over on my AO3 account 

Edit here is part 2

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Wingman, husbands, and great fathers to Bradley and their daughter, Y/N. Bradley came into Maverick and Iceman’s care, when he was 10 years old, after his mother had passed away from breast cancer. 5 years later, little Y/N, who was only a year old at the time, came into their care after her mother, Sarah, who was Ice’s sister, and Y/N’s dad passed away in a freak car accident. 

They did the best they could at raising Bradley and Y/N. Sometimes it was difficult, since there was a 14 year age gap between the two of them but they made it work. Bradley adored Y/N and Y/N adored Bradley.  Even though there was a 14 year age gap, they were as close as siblings could be. 

That all changed when Y/N was 4, and Bradley was 18. 

All Y/N could remember from that night was loud voices, yelling from downstairs, slamming doors and then quiet. She crept out of her room towards the stairwell that overlooked the living room. She watched as her two fathers silently hugged each other. She could hear sniffling, and they were talking in hushed whispers.

“Dada? Papa?” Her soft voice cried out. Both men turned to look up at their daughter. Mavericks eyes were red and puffy. He quickly wiped his cheeks

“Y/N. Pumpkin you should be in bed,” Iceman, her papa, called up to her.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too loud. Where Bradley?” She replied. 

Maverick and Iceman looked at each other, wondering what to tell their daughter. A few moments passed, silently. A silent conversation happened between the two wingmen. At last they had come to a decision. Iceman turned and made his way up the stairs towards his daughter. Maverick moved out of the living room and to his and Ice’s shared bedroom.

“Where Bradly?” Y/N asked again, as her papa picked her up and carried her back to her room. “Why Dada sad? Are you sad?”

“Bradley had to leave. He and Dada got into an argument, that's all. Nothing to worry about,” Ice quickly told her. He laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her body.

“Be back?” she asked him.

“He’ll be back soon, pumpkin. He just needs some time to himself. He’ll be back soon. Okay?” Iceman tells his daughter.

“Okay. Goodnight papa.”

“Goodnight pumpkin.” He kissed her forehead goodnight, and left Y/N’s bedroom.

Bradley didn’t come back the next night. Or the night after that. He wouldn’t return for another 17 years.

262 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Complete

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, or sometimes multiple. But you will never feel complete until you have met all of your soulmates. It can sometimes take years to meet them, especially if you have multiple soulmate.

Relationship: Bob x Rooster x Hangma x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 3075 

A/n: This is only my second attempt at writing top gun fanfic so please be nice. Again this is heavily inspired by @daughterofthereaper02 her  works are absolutely amazing and you should go check them out

You were lucky to grow up in a world with soulmates. Someone, or multiple someones, were destined to love you forever. A majority of people had only one, some had two but even rarer were the ones with three soulmates. You fell into the last category. When you were thirteen years old, three names appeared on your rib cage, one right after another. Jake Seresin. Bradley Bradshaw. Robert Floyd. The three people that were meant to love you unconditionally. Your mother and father commented on how lucky you are to have three soulmates. They also told you that now begins the hard part. The waiting. Waiting to meet each and every single one of them. Your parents told you that you would never feel complete until you had met all three. Even if you had met two of them, it would never feel right until all three of you were together. Your parents also reminded you that there was a chance for one or all of them to die before you even met. If that were the case, their names would burn off your body and all that would be left would be a scar to remind you of what could have been. While you didn’t want to think about worst case scenarios, that little tidbit of information was always there in the back of your mind.

While some people actively searched for their soulmates, you choose not to. It would happen when it was supposed to happen. You weren’t going to force it. 

You met Bradley Bradshaw first. You both met in college, in your shared Spanish 101 class. It was the first day of classes and you two had sat right next to each other. It was as cheesy and cliche as one could get. The professor had told everyone to turn to their table partners and introduce themselves to each other. 

“These are going to be your partners for every group project and lesson going forward. Better to introduce and get to know each other now, rather than later. And who knows some of you might be soulmates,” the professor had said. You gently smiled at the  last statement, deep down hoping that it would be true.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” the man sitting next to you said. Your eyes widened and you turned towards your table partner. He had brown eyes, dark curly hair, and the beginnings of a mustache growing on his upper lip.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you asked.

“Uhm, Bradley Bradshaw? “ It came out more like a question. “It’s my name.”

You gave him a soft smile, and extended your hand out towards him. 

“Y/N Y/L/N”

He returned the smile. 

That was the start of everything. After that fateful class was over, the two of you spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. You learned that he wanted to be a naval aviator, like his father and that something had happened between Bradley and his uncle to cause him to not get into the Naval Academy. You told him that you were a history major and that you wanted to teach just like your mother had done. You shared likes and dislikes with him, hopes and dreams, and what you feared. You two told each other everything. The two of you even spent time speculating about the other two names, Jake Seresin and Robert Floyd, that were tattooed onto your skin.

The years went by and soon you both were graduating college. After college, he would be going off to flight school. Even with the setback from his uncle, Bradley had still made it into the Navy and was on his way to becoming a naval aviator just like his father. You would follow Bradley to Pensacola, Florida while he attended flight school and you had accepted a job as a teacher for the high school on base. The perks of being a soulmate to someone in the military, you could stay on base with them. Neither of you were expecting to meet your second soulmate while in Pensacola.

It happened while you were on your lunch break. The students were all at lunch and you had a free period. Sometimes students would wander in and ask questions about homework assignments or use your classroom as a quiet place to study but today it was just you, and you embraced the silence.

Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz

Your phone would not stop buzzing. The screen kept lighting up with notifications. All were texts from Bradley. 

Bradley: I’ve met him

Bradley: Jake Seresin

Bradley: He’s a cocky asshole. Thinks he's better than everyone. 

Bradley: But he is also very good looking

Bradley: He asked if I had met you or Robert yet. I told him that I met you but not robert. I also told him that you were here on base with me.

Bradley: He also hasn’t met Robert yet. He wants to meet you.

Bradley: I told him he can come over after training today.

You: Oh wow, sounds like you had an interesting day. I’ll make sure there's enough food for dinner tonight to feed all three of us. 

You: I’m nervous to meet Jake. What if he doesn’t like me?

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303 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

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