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BLANCHE BORDEL
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Me: second chance trope is the worst, I can't even think about it.
Also me three and a half seconds later: *proceed to read the most heart clenching hangster exes to lovers fics* I love it :_)
#bradley rooster bradshaw#top gun#top gun maverick#jake hangman seresin#hangster#top gun movie#hangster is the exception#works for icemav OBVIOUSLY#but it will always be the hangster ones that get me
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every single time i remember that these stupid little queers exist i lose my mind
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You know what I love about Icemav? When you really look at it, the ship itself it chalk-full of tropes. Enemies to Friends to Lovers? Got it, which is really just Enemies to Lovers with one more step. Forbidden love? It's there! I mean, it's the military in the 80s! Coworkers to lovers, you got it. Neighbors to Lovers, Roommates to Lovers, ect. And it's not even all of it, you can age them up and have them be good friends, and then they have that oh moment. The possibilities with this ship are endless man.
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When Iceman met Maverick
Mav knocks loudly at Ice's front door in the night before the Suicide Mission. Ice groggily opens the door in his fluffy checkered bathrobe, grey hair perfectly in place despite just waking up. He glares groggily at Maverick who is breathless and windswept still in his dress whites looking like he has hasn't slept and has instead run a mile from the beach to his house. Before he can say anything, Maverick exclaims:
Mav: "Tom, I love you."
Ice: [Ice sighs] "I'm sorry, Maverick. I know it's the eve of the Uranium Mission. I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me you love me after all these years, and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn't work this way."
Mav: "I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out despite your callsign being Iceman. I love that it takes you an hour and a half after ordering a Vodka to finally drink it all down in one go right before you leave the bar. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me annoyed after I pissed off yet another Admiral. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your cologne on my clothes. And I love that I can always count on you to watch my wing in the air and on the ground. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because I might die tomorrow. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life, no matter how little of it you may have left, to start as soon as possible."
Ice: [Stares at Maverick in shock] "… Pete"
Mav: [Takes off his hat and drops down on one knee in front of Ice's big yard] "Marry me."
[The light of the full moon faintly illuminates the engraved writing within the ring that spells "Bullshit, you can be mine."]
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This is what happened after the mission, they told me themselves
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THE TEARS RIGHT NOW
birthdays || 12/365 || also on ao3
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He’s thirteen and Mav buys him his first leather jacket.
There are patches on the sleeves already - old squadron patches that Mav’s collected, sewn into the fabric by his mother. Her smile is just as bright as Maverick’s, her laughter infectious as she squeezes Bradley in a hug.
“Isn’t it sharp, baby? Looks so good on you.”
“I love it,” Bradley gushes, turning to hug Mav for the third time since unwrapping the box. “Thanks, Mav. This is awesome.”
Mav’s eyes are shining, his hand ruffling through Bradley’s curls. “You’re welcome, Bradley. Happy birthday.”
//
He’s sixteen and Mav takes him up in the Mustang for the first time.
The sky feels like home. Bradley realizes he shouldn’t feel hurt anymore by Mav leaving so often — how could Mav be kept from this? How could anyone?
Bradley feels the phantom thrum of the controls underneath his hands. He can see his future, knows instinctively that this is where he’s meant to be.
“I’ll be a pilot,” Bradley says into the headset, confident despite the slight crack in his still-changing voice. “Just like you, Mav. No backseat for me. I’m gonna fly.”
“I know you are, kid,” Mav laughs, guiding them back toward the hangar. “Can’t wait to see it.”
//
He’s seventeen and he realizes his mom isn’t going to make it to his eighteenth.
She’s tired. So goddamn tired. Bradley wishes he could do more, but he isn’t prepared for this. All the time in the world couldn’t prepare him for this.
He’s living in a world that constantly refuses to equip him. It isn’t fair.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Carole whispers, smiling as best as she can manage, her frail fingers tangled with his. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you, too,” Bradley whispers, hugging her close. “I bet — I bet I’ll be able to hear you, y’know? Up in the sky. The way Mav hears Dad.”
With his head resting on her chest, he can’t see her expression, but he feels her fingers tighten around his reflexively.
“You don’t have to be in the sky to hear me, baby,” Carole says, and it’s the strongest her voice has sounded in weeks.
//
He’s nineteen and he’s alone.
Shitty food network reruns, cheap beer, the low thump of music from one of the apartments downstairs. There are messages on his answering machine that he’s ignoring and a card left in the mailbox downstairs.
“Happy birthday, Bradley,” he mumbles to himself, popping the tab on another can of beer. “What’s one more.”
//
He’s twenty-four and swaying in the middle of a dance floor, tequila thrumming through his veins, when the realization hits him.
He’s officially reached an age his father never did.
Bradley thinks he mumbles an apology to the girl he’s been dancing with, but he isn’t sure. He walks on unsteady feet to the bathroom, ducking into one of the stalls and slamming the door shut, resting his sweaty forehead against the metal as he desperately tries to catch his breath.
He doesn’t know what a Bradshaw man is supposed to look like at twenty-four. He’s never seen it. It makes his stomach roll. The tequila burns even more on its way back up.
He’s wiping his mouth with a towel at the sink when he catches sight of his own reflection, sweat shining on his skin and stubble grown in around his cheeks. He brushes his fingers over his top lip, scratching against the hair there, and distantly remembers the way his dad’s mustache would scratch against his cheek.
When he shaves the next morning, he leaves the hair on his top lip alone.
//
He’s thirty-two and there’s another card in his mailbox, but there’s a text from a new number this time, too.
Happy birthday, Bradley. Heard from Ice about Top Gun. Congrats.
Bradley reads the text multiple times throughout the day. Blocks the number. Unblocks it.
At 11:58pm, annoyingly sober and exhausted, he finally replies.
Guess I didn’t need your help getting here after all.
Maverick doesn’t text him again.
//
He’s thirty-six and officially retired from active duty. Maverick’s hangar has become a second home to him again, just like it was when his mom was at her sickest.
“I’m older than her now,” Bradley says quietly, seated on the couch and watching the sun as it sets over the desert. “You realize that? I’m officially older than momma ever was.”
“I know, kid,” Maverick says, reaching over to clink his beer bottle against Bradley’s empty one. “It’s a hell of a thing, huh? Feels — undeserved, almost.”
“Does it go away?” Bradley asks. “It hasn’t with my dad. Guessing it won’t go away with her, either, will it?”
Maverick smiles, meeting his eyes. “Not completely. But your parents - they’d be so proud of where you are now. You’ve given them a hell of a legacy.”
Bradley’s quiet for a bit, long enough for Maverick to grab another bottle for them both. He speaks again when Maverick’s settled back with his book.
“I’ve hated my birthday ever since Mom died,” Bradley says. “Tried to avoid it, usually. Preferred spending it drunk or alone.”
Maverick glances at him. “Well, you aren’t drunk. Certainly aren’t alone.”
“Nah,” Bradley says, shaking his head. “And this is the first time in years I haven’t wanted to be. It’s the best birthday I’ve had in years, Mav.”
Maverick grins. “Wanna make it better?”
“How?”
“My birthday gift.”
Bradley snorts. “You get me another jacket?”
(Because he still has the one Mav got for him at thirteen. Treasured it even when they weren’t speaking.)
“Better,” Maverick replies. “Thought I’d let you fly a loop in the Mustang.”
Immediately, Bradley’s jumping up and heading toward the plane to get her ready to fly. Maverick follows him, laughing the entire way.
The sky feels like home. And just like he thought, he hears his momma’s voice in the roar of the wind.
Don’t you look sharp, baby. Thirty-six looks good on you.
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My Top Gun hyperfixation came out of nowhere like one minute I was scrolling through a tag on ao3 and then before I knew it all of my thoughts are of gay little pilots
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my specialty is liking the same movies that 50-year-old dads like but in a way that would instantly send those dads into cardiac arrest if they heard me talk about them
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Icemav Mini Fic (Finally)
Iceman Kazansky has a problem. Well, actually, he has several and an ongoing sexuality crisis going on in the background that started years ago while kissing Danny Ryan under the bleachers but the lingering uncertainty is meeting a swift death under the green gaze of a certain small but reckless pilot.
Ice's sister, Sarah, has to leave her newborn baby, Estella with Ice for a few days while she goes on a business trip she can't avoid. So Ice now has a baby niece. In the navy barracks. During top gun. Lovely.
Generally Ice survives by dropping off Estella with the naval services daycare in the mornings and then coming back for her in the evenings, after she's long been asleep. Thankfully she's an easy baby who sleeps through the night like an angel.
Then one night she just won't settle for anything or anyone. Ice is beside himself. Nothing is working, he can't reach Sarah, Estella doesn't want her Teddy, her bunny, the blanket, nothing. Worse still, its nearly 1am and he's no closer to a solution. The noise wakes the other flyboys, and Slider tries to help, bless him along with Wolf and Wood, but no joy. Any attempts to try to comfort her are met with wails and sobs.
Yeah, Ice feels a bit like that too now.
Goose and Maverick had extended classes, so Goose went home to his wife and kid, who probably isn't screaming ....and Maverick was asleep? Somehow?
Slider and the other boys wanders off to the kitchens for more milk and to get away. The baby is still crying, Ice is near tears and red in the face, when Mav stumbles out of his room shirtless and too tired to care and wanders up to Ice, who is absolutely not used to kids, but he's trying goddamnit!
And Mav just grumbles at him 'what are you doing?' with his adorably sleepy half-closed green eyes and gently grabs the baby from Ice, and cradles her to his bare muscular chest. Ice can hear his ears ringing at the sudden blessed slience and suppresses another sob. How is he so goddamn bad at comforting his only baby niece that even Maverick, a veritable stranger, is more help?!?! Ice feels like crying again.
Maverick merely soothes Estella softly, shushing her and gently rubbing her tiny back and within two minutes of the repeated noises and slow movements, has her calmed down and asleep in his arms peacefully, her head lolling onto his chest and his arms wound around her protectively. Ice is now jealous of a baby. Wonderful.
"- and the.....Ice, are you listening?"
"Huh, wha-?" Ice snaps out of his silence and Soft!Maverick with a baby-induced haze amd focuses into the present to find big green doe eyes peering up at him in....concern? Vaguely he realises he's staring at Maverick Mitchell with his mouth gaping open, and hastily shuts it.
"Umm yea, what was that, sorry?" Ice clears his throat awkwardly.
Mav smirks at him, but it doesn't have its usual sharp cutting edge, it looks almost...soft and the worry hasn't left his face, pinching the corners of his soulful green eyes as they scan Toms face. A pink tongue darts out to moisten soft-looking red lips and Ice could kick himself for unintentionally allowing his gaze to drop to watch the movement with rapt attention that he doesn't even give to their instructors. He then sees those tantalising lips move and quickly tunes back in before he makes an even bigger fool out of himself.
"I was just asking if you were okay?" Mav questions around a tired sigh, not quite a yawn. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice Ices wandering eyes and thoughts.
"Yea...uh yeah yes. I-um I'm fine. Thank you." Wow, smooth Kazansky. Really smooth.
And of course, Mav doesn't seem to buy it in the slightest. But at least he doesn't fight Ice on it, simply humming non-comittedly with narrowned eyes leveled at Ice.
Ices eyes droop in exhaustion and he runs a hand through his now probably very dishevelled hair, loose from its usual style and fluffy around his ears from him running his hands through it in frustration all evening and night. Ice's very bones felt weighed down by his exhaustion and he pressed his fist over his mouth to hide a jaw-cracking yawn, eyes watering from the strain and sleepiness pulling at his eyes.
A hand wrapped around his right wrist and tugs gently. He nearly visibly jumps as he's suddenly reminded of Mavericks presence in the room, but he was beyond exhausted and couldn't fathom a reason not to follow him. A few paces through the room and Tom was stopped as the backs of his knees hit something. Still fighting off another yawn, Ice didn't even hesitate when the warm hand guided him back and down.
Tom sank into the couch with a sigh, turning slightly to snuffle into the back cushions and drawing his legs up beside him. A small huff of fond laughter came from above him but Tom couldn't even drag up the willpower to open his eyes much less unfold from his uncomfortable but sleepable position.
Another body sank into the cushions beside him, and a warm weight smoothed down his hair to gently guide his head, out of its previously neck-breaking placement, to rest on warm soft skin, the body beneath him strong and compact and lulling him deeper into sleep with the up-down motion of every breath.
Wait....wait...what about Estella? He thought groggily.
Tom cracked open an eye to find little Estella peacefully asleep beside him, no fuss, no noise. With that, Toms eyes slip closed and he sleeps.
{Later on, the other flyboys will return from their adventures, funnily without the promised milk and find, the two rivals stretched out along the lounge sofa with Tom blanketing Mavericks half-naked and very warm body underneath him with one arm curled around Mavs bare waist and back. Their legs were throughly entangled, with one of Mavs hands cradling the baby comfortably to his chest and the other wrapped around Ice and buried in short blonde hair. All the flyboys exchanged looks and unanimously retrieved the camera to take several shots of the three sleeping on the overstuffed sofa. They left two Polaroids with the oblivious sleepy aviators and kept another to send to Goose, and kept the final one for their own flyboys photo board. They finally found their own beds and gratefully drifted off to sleep in beautiful silence.}
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[watching penny and pete fly off into the sunset] i love this icemav song :)
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Nepo!Baby!Bradley prologue... (no update schedule at all).
IceMav - can be read as a stand alone.
Set before Bradley enters the USNA (AU in that Bradley goes to the USNA because Carole doesn't make Mav stop Bradley from following any of his dreams, even if she doesn't want him to).
He remembers...
Bradley tries to remember how old he was when he thought that Mav and Ice were maybe more than just friends.
He remembers being sat down when his mom and Mav said they were getting married, having it explained that they loved each other, but not love like a husband and wife. Not like how his mom and dad loved each other. But that Mav being his step-father just offered an extra protection to Bradley.
He remember his mom's cancer diagnosis.
He remembers being angry at the world, orphaned, but relieved that he would still have Mav.
He remembers Mav and Ice yelling, knowing they're yelling about him.
He remembers knowing that they’re angry with each other and not him.
He remembers the first time he accidentally called Mav Dad, and how he'd frozen and then immediately burst into tears.
He remembers Mav grabbing hold of him and holding him and crying as well, telling him it was okay, that he’d be honored and it didn't lessen his love for his dad any less.
He remembers attending Uncle Ice's and Aunt Sarah's wedding, Mav standing there as best man but never really smiling the smile that reaches his eyes.
He remembers dealing with Mav black out drunk and dealing with him being hungover for two days. It was worse than even after his mom died.
He remembers living with Uncle Ice and Aunty Sarah when Mav was deployed; the discussion around Ice being his legal guardian if anything ever happened to Mav.
He remembers Ice always being around, almost as much as Mav so he's okay with that.
He remembers Uncle Ice and Aunty Sarah having separate bedrooms but hadn't thought much of it because his mom and Mav had always had separate rooms.
He remembers wondering how Ice and Sarah love each other. Love enough for a couple of kids, but not love enough to stop them getting divorced a few years later.
He remembers playing with Tamsin and Petra, almost fifteen years younger than him, and he’s not sure if they’re more like sisters or cousins because he has no comparison.
He remembers thinking that he might never have kids because they’re a lot of fucking work. They’re cool though.
He remembers when he’d caught Michael Jones looking at him in the locker room and feeling warm-tingly-nervous.
He remembers throwing up before coming out to Mav and then being held. Mav had cried and he hadn’t understood why, until later, when Mav had told him it would be hard. To trust him, that it was hard to be in the Navy and not be anything but straight.
He remembers thinking what would he know?
He remembers sitting on the sofa with Ice watching the ball drop into the year 2000 and hoping that Mav was safe wherever he was. Tamsin and Petra dogpiled around him and sleeping for hours.
He remembers the peace and quiet of the house when it's just him and Ice rattling around when the girls are with Aunty Sarah.
He remembers Aunty Sarah and her girlfriend joining them for Hannukah when he’s around seventeen.
He remembers catching a look between Ice and Mav and just thinking oh... That's what Mav had meant about it being hard.
He remembers remembering, thinking back and so many things slot into place like an image suddenly viewed without protective film covering it.
He remembers, most of all, being loved, throughout it all.
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