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thewulf · 8 months

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Downright Gorgeous || Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Summary: Request - Hi! Can you write a request about ‘86 Maverick where they’re like at the club or something and some other pilot tries to flirt with the reader and that makes the reader feel anxious and nervous, so when Maverick sees this, he gets all mad at the other pilot and protective over the reader and he defends her. Just something angsty and fluffy:) I’d totally understand if you don’t want to write it

A/N: Who doesn't love a good Top Gun 1986 Mav! He's so precious.

Pairing: Young Pete "Maverick"Mitchell x Y/N

Word Count: 3,400+

You’d known Pete for almost as long as your brother, Nick, had. He’d only beaten you by a few days. You were a Naval nurse that always seemed to be stationed close to your brother. The first time you met Pete was when he got sucker punched in the face by a rather handsome man in Tom Kazansky. He went running to medical and you were his nurse. He was enamored with you quickly, especially learning that you were Goose’s sister, twin sister at that.

After years of playful flirting and happen chances you were moved to Miramar right after your brother and Pete were shipped off. Curious it was. You missed him, truly, so it was a little exciting to get the call. The two of you were literally attached at the hip growing up, being twins and all. This was the loneliest time in your life, you’d be amiss to say you were jealous he’d found a replacement for you so quickly after he left for flight school. Those couple years between school and deployments were your least favorite as the two of you barely saw each other.

You were captured in that Mitchell charm rather quickly that first time you met him. It took you a moment to piece together that he was your brothers new friend. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was handsome as hell, even if he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d normally go after.

You knew you could look but couldn’t touch. Not with Nick’s best friend. He’d skin your ass alive, and you knew that. That didn’t stop you from forming a massive crush on him as you got to know him more throughout the years though. The two of you shamelessly danced around what could be on a daily basis. Nick knew there was probably something more there. Even if he tried to deny the connection the two of you had. He’d only be able to stop it for so long. But he’d keep trying for his sake. He knew as soon as Pete committed to somebody the time he got with his best friend would dwindle quickly. But, if Pete was going to get with somebody he’d be thrilled for it to be you.

You’d just gotten into Miramar and settled in when your brother invited you out to The Hard Deck for some drinks. He promised it wouldn’t get too rowdy knowing you were much more of a homebody rather than a party goer these days. When Nick casually mentioned that Pete would be coming with him you quickly agreed. Nick wasn’t stupid. He knew all about your silly little crush on his best friend. He could get you to go almost anywhere if Pete would be going. He then turned around and convinced Pete to go by mentioning that you agreed if he’d be there. Little did Nick know he was playing mini matchmaker as the two of you got closer and closer with each little activity he’d planned.

When you walked through the front door of the Hard Deck, after putting some effort into the way you looked because… Pete, your attention was drawn to the bar where your brother and Pete were already sitting, “Well I’ll be damned. Y/N Bradshaw out at a bar. A sight rarely seen.” He stood offering his seat to you as the bar had already filled out earlier on in the night than you’d expect. You’d be lying if you said you thought far too much of the little interaction. He was just being kind. You were his best friends twin sister after all. Nothing more, no matter how much you wished it differently.

You rolled your eyes punching him in the shoulder, “Keep that up and I’ll high tail it right out of here Mitchell.”

He winked leaning on your barstool rather than Nick’s, “Love that mouth on you Bradshaw.”

“Jesus, I’m sitting right here.” Nick sighed rolling his eyes at the two of you. Seemingly realizing the two of you were closer than ever at actually going for it. He’d seen Pete lay it on thick before, but this was something else.

Pete flicked his eyes over to his friend, “Wish you weren’t.” That got a laugh out of you. He was so fucking smooth when he wanted to be. Nick simply flipped him off before muttering something, grabbing his beer, and heading to the other side of the bar.

“Can’t believe that worked.” You laughed while flagging down the bartender to order your drink.

Pete smiled at you, taking in your appearance. You hadn’t a clue the massive crush he too harbored on you. Nick didn’t know for sure, but he thought he knew it was deeper than he was making it out to be. Pete wasn’t shy about making comments. He was always careful not to cross a line. But lately things were changing for the two of you. He was utterly pulled to you. Wanting to be around you at nearly every turn. Like two magnets drawn to one another.

“You should know by now Goose does what I ask him to.” He raised his eyebrows studying your face for your reaction.

“Does he now?” You asked leaning back after thanking the bartender for your pale ale.

Pete nodded slowly grinning right at you.

“Won’t be the same case for me. But you know that.” Not having a clue where the outwardly confidence was coming from you took a sip of your own beer eyeing him curiously.

Laughing, he nodded his head in agreement, “Trust me pretty, I do.” Pete smirked seeing the inevitable blush that started forming on your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time he’d used that name on you, but damn did it make your heart race. You wanted nothing more than to have him think you were pretty.

You decided to push it tonight because why not? Pete always pushed it, maybe it was your turn, “Pretty?” You asked leaning forward towards him, utterly interested as to what he had to say to that.

Pete raked his eyes up and down you sitting frame slowly, so slowly, “Downright gorgeous if I’m honest.” He nodded agreeing with himself.

“I don’t think Nick would like you saying that.” You could’ve sworn your heart stopped at the way he smiled at you. Like nothing you’d ever seen before with him.

“Goose isn’t around. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He leaned forward staring right at your lips. He surely wasn’t afraid to hide his desires. Desires you wished the two of you could act upon.

Before anything further could go on Pete was pulled into another conversation to his side, literally. A hand grabbed him and pulled him. You heard the groan as he turned back to you, “Be right back pretty. Iceman here needs some help.” He winked at you before receiving a clap to the back of the head earning a snicker from you.

It wasn’t five seconds later another person tried and succeeded in sitting at Pete’s spot, “I’m sorry, that spots taken.” You spoke not looking over. Truth be told you hated confrontation more than anything.

“Well, I’d argue it’s not.” A male voice spoke. You rolled your eyes finally looking over at him. ‘Course he was a pilot in those pretty white Navy uniforms you loved so dearly. He would’ve been handsome had he not opened up that ugly mouth of his.

“My friend is just using the restroom. He’ll be right back.” You looked around for Pete after losing him in the crowd to his pilot buddies. Your brother was long lost to the crowd as well. You’d just have to deal with the pig on your own.

“I’ll hold his spot until he’s back then, beautiful.” That got you to look at the sleezy man once again. He just wasn’t getting your hint.

This right here was why you avoided places like these. You peaked around once more feeling defeated not spotting any familiar faces in the crowd, “I’d rather you not.”

He laughed, a gross sound compared to Pete’s casual one, “Playing hard to get is adorable hun.” He cooed, mocking you. Surely a man who rarely got rejected. Maybe you should just get up and give up the spot. It wasn’t worth it at this point. This douchebag was being relentless, and he wouldn’t stop, you knew that.

Your frustration was evident on your face, he clearly wasn’t picking that up, “Please, just go, my boyfriend will be right back.”

He laughed that nasty laugh, throwing his head back, “Oh he’s your boyfriend now? Was just your friend a moment ago.” He leaned forward placing a hand on your knee. You jerked it back quickly without much of a second thought while sending him a nasty glare.

“Don’t touch me.” It didn’t sound as menacing as you’d have hoped. A shaky sounding voice exited as you’d prayed somebody would come and save you. The dude clearly didn’t have any boundaries.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He cooed at you again with that stupid smile creeping up all over again.

Lucky for you Pete had seen the interaction as he was keeping an eye on you. The dude seemed harmless at first until he laid a hand on you. Disgust crossing your face let him know you weren’t comfortable in the slightest. He had to do something. You were his best friends sister.

Before you could respond Pete did for you, “Get the hell out of my seat. The fuck is wrong with you?” Pete nearly growled. A sight you had yet to see from the man. It made you feel weirdly attracted to him at that very moment, a protective nature unfolding before you.

The man smirked while getting up from the seat, “The friend boyfriend I presume.” Shooting you a wink he turned back to Pete.

Pete shook his head, “Fuck off Lieutenant.” You saw the man glance at Pete’s status on his uniform indicating his recent promotion to Captain. There was something. The man rolled his eyes this time before walking away leaving you with an enraged Pete.

He turned to you looking you over. His expression softened seeing your irritated gaze, “Are you alright Y/N?” He asked looking you over, afraid of what the answer could be.

“I’m fine.” You looked away from him quickly feeling almost embarrassed at how quickly the entire thing escalated.

He sat down looking at you skeptically, “Are you sure?”

You nodded finding his concern more than endearing, “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound like it Bradshaw. The woman I know is usually a lot more decisive.” He pressed wanting to make sure you actually were fine. As much as you tried to deny it or wanted to hide it Pete knew you. He knew what your ticks were and handsy men were certainly one of them.

Closing your eyes, sighing, then taking a sip of your beer you thought for a moment, “I’m okay. You got here just in time. I just…” You paused not sure where you were going with it, “Never mind.” You spoke softly in frustration with yourself. Why was being real and vulnerable with him seeming so impossible? He’d been nothing but patient and kind with you, why were you having a hard time returning the favor? Digging down into the next layer seemed so scary, you’d never let anybody do it before. Maybe, just maybe, you were terrified to take the next step with somebody. Let alone your fucking brothers best friend.

Pete shook his head terribly unsatisfied at that answer, “No say it pretty girl. Stop hiding from me. It’s just you and me here, nobody is listening in.” He could see your eyes nervously trailing the bar. Like you were planning your escape. God, he really did know you and your mind because that’s exactly what you were planning, the great escape.

You gulped down a few drinks of the cold beer trying to find the nerve before continuing, “I just wish men would listen. I told him no five times and he wouldn’t take the damn hint Pete. It’s not the first time either. Seems like every time I come to one of these stupid bars this type of shit happens.” You sighed setting the coaster you were playing with in your hands down, “That’s why I hate coming out. It happens more often than not.” You admitted to him. Slowly you looked over to him, afraid of the reaction you would get from him. So often you’d get dismissed, your concerns tossed aside. It’s truly why you just stayed home. It was easier to avoid the situation entirely rather than get victim blamed for whatever action the man of the day decided to do.

You watched him process your words though. Really listen. A brief flash of hope surged through your body as he seemed to be the first male, other than your brother, who actually listened to you, “I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to worry about that. I’m sorry we are like that…” This time he paused looking away from you, trying to find his words. Because this wasn’t easy for him either. He was Pete, the playboy. The guy who flirted with anything that moved. The guy who could get whatever he wanted. But with you? You made him feel special. You filled a void he’d been searching for. He was convinced that was why he was the way he was. He was searching for that something that he could never seem to find. Then he found you. But you were off limits. So, he doubled down and tried to find something just like you, or better. But that was a pipe dream, he knew it. Nobody was like you. Nobody could compliment him as well as you did. Nobody seemed to come even remotely close to challenging him like you did. You were quick, witty, charismatic, everything he was looking for in a partner.

You nodded listening to him. Before you could respond though he continued, “I won’t lie to you Bradshaw, I was one of those guys. Been one of those guys. Thought it was charming or some shit like that. But you’ve opened my eyes to it. A lot of these guys think they know better, they’ll never listen. They’re asshole pilots.”

You laughed at that, feeling a small weight being lifted off your shoulders. Pete was digging with you, willing to get deeper than either of you had before, “Like you? An asshole pilot?” You joked with him, wanting to lift the mood just a bit.

He pushed your side lightly, loving the banter between the two of you. That’s how he knew you really were okay. Or that you’d be okay. He’d make sure of it, that was for damn sure, “Oh pretty.” He tossed back the last bit of beer from his glass, snickering after he gulped it down, “You’re sitting with the biggest asshole pilot out here.”

You laughed at that comment, “For some reason, I don’t have a doubt in my mind at all.”

He grinned enjoying seeing you with a smile on your face once more. He adored that smile of yours, “Only in the air though.”

You pushed his side in return, “Now I know you’re lying.” You shot him a wink loving the reactions you were able to stir out of him.

“You’re nothing but trouble Bradshaw.” His laugh was infectious. You couldn’t help but to join in giggling with him. There was something about him that just made you feel so utterly like yourself, perfectly content.

Feeling overly confident you answered him, “I don’t think you’d have it any other way. I get the feeling you like it.”

He nodded, a growing smile on his face, “I do. You know what else I like?” He looked you over again, letting you know just how pretty he thought you really were with that smirk washing over his face.

You cocked your head to the side wondering where he was going with this, “What’s that?”

He grinned loving every second of this, “You, I like you Y/N.”

You were sure your cheeks were as red as a damn tomato, sure of it. Your heart picked up to a rapid-fire speed as you processed what he said to you, “You… what?” Was all your brain could think to spit out at that comment.

His smile only grew seeing you work through it knowing he had completely thrown you off your game. He loved doing that to you. The overthinker you were surely didn’t account for this though, “I like you. Isn’t it obvious Bradshaw? I call you pretty, flirt with you all the time, annoy your brother to death about you.”

The blush on your cheeks surely darkened at that, “You do? He’s never said anything.”

Pete nodded, “Don’t think he’s actively trying to hook his best friend and sister up.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” You laughed realizing how ludicrous it really did sound. Was this actually happening? He actually liked you?

When you went silent for a moment and got that far off stare he knew he needed to speak up, “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours Y/N.” He took your hand in his, a bold move. One he’d been dying to do for quite some time. Between the alcohol and the confession and your obviously good reaction to it all had him feeling a little bit more daring with you than he’d normally would have been.

“You like me?” You turned to him with a look of confusion on your face.

He nodded quickly, “I thought I made it pretty obvious.”

“You probably did. I’m just clueless sometimes.” You smiled relishing in the feeling of Pete holding your hand in his much larger ones.

“You don’t say.” He gave your hand a squeeze letting you take your time. Not forcing you into any sort of confession.

But you wanted to give him one, because damn did he make you feel all sorts of things, “I like you too. You know that?”

This time it was his turn to have that shocked expression cross his face, “You do?”

“A lot.” You nodded your head at him, “More than I probably should.”

He leaned in a little closer now, closer than he’d been before, “I’d argue against that Bradshaw.” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face he took you in at a distance much closer than he’d normally seen you. Breathtakingly beautiful, that was his conclusion.

“At the bar? Really guys?” Your brothers annoying as hell voice broke the concentration the two of you had on one another. Pete rolled his eyes while you turned away in embarrassment.

Pete sighed before flipping his eyes to his RIO, "Goose! Really man?” Pete threw him a nasty look before pulling away from you.

“That’s my sister.” He shot him an equally as nasty look with his arms crossed over his chest. If your face wasn’t as red as a damn tomato from the confession it surely was from getting caught by your brother.

“Adult sister who can make her own decisions.” You coughed making sure to insert yourself between the bickering boys.

Nick only flipped you off. Pete gave you a high five loving how you could get under your brothers skin just as deep as he could. He was convinced the two of you were made for each other.

Nick scrunched his nose getting that defeated look across his face, “I don’t condone this.” He pointed at the both of you.

“But?” You interjected knowing he had more to say. Nick always had something more to say.

“I can’t stop it either.” He shook his head before looking right at Pete, “Maverick I swear to God if you hurt her in any way… I’ll beat the living shit out of you.”

Pete smiled knowing that was a valid threat, “I wouldn’t expect anything less Goose. Trust me though, I think it’s her you have to worry about. She’s going to break my heart.” Pete shot you one last wink before grabbing your hand in his. Letting Nick know just how serious he was planning to take this one. You weren’t like his flings of the past. You were different. You were you. He was waiting on you and here you are. Ready to start this life with him, one step at a time.

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jackiequick · 2 months

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Headcanons for the Mitchell-Bradshaw kids (+ friends & family) because I can | Top Gun AU ✈️

Summary: What happens when you live with 4 little ducklings? Unforgettable memories!

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw & Jenny Mitchell

Characters included/mentioned: Dane Bradshaw, Austin Mitchell, Maverick, Slider, Iceman, Carole and etc

Note: Fluffy/ Top Gun Headcanon fic

1) Bradley and Austin used to volunteer at an Animal Shelter, full of puppies and full grown dogs if all breeds. One day, Slider’s kids wanted to adopt another dog but couldn’t since they already had 4 already so in result, they called Iceman to help them out and so in result he adopted the doggie.

But there was a catch, the Yorkie made so much more barking than expected and had so much darling energy, so Iceman had no choice but to call him—Maverick!! Let’s just say the real Maverick wasn’t the happiest person after hearing that and the kids laughed so loudly at his reaction

2) Speaking of dogs, Austin Mitchell may or may not have brought home in an panic a week later. Jenny was sending text messages on her laptop when he rushed in yelling, “Don’t tell Dad!”

She was confused and looked up, “What did you do?”

“I want you to know that I love you VERY much and you’re always welcome in my room for the bigger closest room.”

“Aussy, what happened? Did you break his motorcycle again?”

“No and for the 10th time that was Dane!”

He hoped the door for a puppy to walk in as his sister’s jaw dropped to the floor, hugging the fur ball to tackle her. He laughed at the moment and whistles as two more dogs came in grinning brightly.

“Sooo? What do we think?” He asked with a matching grin as the dogs, carrying the puppy.

“We ain’t NEVER telling Dad!” She repiled with a little giggle falling in love with the dogs.

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3) As a kid, Dane really in awe of Ice's ability to flip pens like it was nothing and wants to be his student to learn the trick, begging for him to teach him one day after school. His mom brought him a small pack of pens and pencils to practice with for flipping tricks, eventually he gets the hang of it where he showcasing his tricks in class.

He thanked his Uncle Ice later on for showing him the trick, calling him cooler than Maverick jokingly and laughed running off to show his friends his new tricks

4) Speaking of Dane, is maths kid in school. History was never his strong suit but surprisingly, numbers came much more naturally to him. It resulted in the type of career he would have in the future.

His brother and siblings knew this fact very well, being able to be crafty where he can calculate prices of analysis for planes. As well as when needed he can calculate, like the the tax and measurement when it comes to paying for a restaurant bill.

It would surprise his mother as she would ask, “Not bad, sweetie. How did you do that so fast?”

In result he would hold up the pen and napkin he used to do the math then reply, “I counted.”

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5) When it comes to certain things, Jenny is terrible at keeping secrets and wants to gossip, so she can be a little nosy at times (she gets better at it with age). Ice and her dad like to say, she got from their Aunt Carole, since Sunset was most likely the one to be hush hush about certain subjects.

When she was 5, and Bradley was 7, she knew he had a silly little crush on the babysitter cause she was so nice. So she told her auntie Carole who stayed gushing with her all about it, teasing her son about it

When she was 10, she heard all about uncle Slider becoming Commander after watching the adults talk about it and went running to her daddy to spill the news giggling with excitement. It was supposed to be a secret for a few short days but she couldn’t help herself.

When she was 16, she found out that Dane and Austin had a crush on the same girl or so she thought. She squeals so loudly, knowing that she would have to be quiet about it or else. Bradley even gave her an odd look.

But Jenny had other plans as she sneaked up on her brother and asked, “Sooo who’s the girl?”

“What girl? There is no girl!” Austin exclaimed playing video games on the computer.

“Oh my god it’s the senior!”

“How did y-no! I am not into a senior.”

“But I saw you talking about some girl name ‘Avery’…”

That’s when her brother snorted, “No, Avery Thompson is the senior leader of the drama club. I’m into Avery Rodriguez, he’s on the basketball team.”

Her eyes widen and gasps, “HIM?! Damn, you got good taste!”

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6) Jenny had a small crush on Bradley when they were kids, jokingly saying ‘You are my boyfriend.’ when she was 7 but let it go a while later. Especially since fictional boys existed on Tv duh! However, Bradley thought girls had cooties and said, ‘Gross!’

As early high school rolled around, Jenny was watching Disney Channel movies and texting her friends as she watched the boys play guitar and drums in the center of the garage. Austin, Dane and Bradley were jamming out in their band laughing and singing covers.

Tracy and Rachel, Jenny’s friends, walked into the garage jamming out to the songs as she greeted her with a hug. They were chatting and gossiping about the latest movies, along with newest episodes of Gossip Girl.

“Can you believe Blair said that to Serena?! That was uncalled for!” Tracy exclaimed as they sat on the bench, sipping water bottles.

“I know right?! But Serena had a point though.” Jenny yelled, chuckling.

“Blair was better.” Rachel added for a debating measure, “But I love Serena too.”

Bradley was tuning his guitar but paused to look at the girls with a loopy smile, stuck in a mini trance.

That’s when Austin threw an empty water bottle at his head and yelled, “Dude! Stop staring that’s my sister.”

Dane laughed at his brother’s face, waving at Tracy, Rachel and Jenny who giggled. Bradley just glared at Austin as he stuck out his tongue muttering a few things.

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purplearrowzandleather-blog · 10 months

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Maverick has a secret. Goose has a protective streak.

#lizards #pete maverick mitchell #top gun fandom #top gun fanfiction #nick goose bradshaw #top gun fanfic #the rest is fluff and crack #mike viper metcalf #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner

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callmemana · 1 year

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall Masterlist:

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett

Warnings: angst & fluff

Before the urgent mission and being sent back to Top Gun, Bob had a girlfriend. The key word being ‘had.’ When he initially received the orders back, he thought of two outcomes; one he’d get orders afterwards to go to another base & 2 he’d die during. He couldn’t put that on her, his Bird. So, before the long distance relationship could happen, he ended it. He didn’t want her to have to morn him if he did die while flying this mission, so he decided to break her heart. He didn’t tell her why, she understood the risks of his job, she too was a pilot. But, after the mission was successful, he turned from his happy go lucky self the others began to love, to a gloomy, depressed state. The other aviators pressed him for weeks before he finally gave in and told them about his ‘Birdie’ and how he made a mistake. Hearing a little bit of Bob’s story, they started to do anything and everything to try and get orders for this ‘Birdie’ to San Diego. Will their meddling help mend these lovebirds?

1. If You Love Something, Set It Free

2. Before The Storm

3. Beautiful In Flight

4. Birdie’s Eye View

5. Home In The Sky (TW)

6. When You Bathe, Would You Call That A Bird Bath? (TW)

7. A Little Birdie Told Me

8. Birds Of A Feather

9. Caged Birds Don’t Sing

10. Isn’t That, Like, Cannibalism?

11. The Early Bird

12. Of Songbirds & Love

13. A Place I’ve Always Loved

14. Repeat My Song Back To Me

15. Beneath My Wings

16. Soaring Into My Open Arms

17. Landing On My Feet

18. Taking Flight

19. Two Birds, One Stone

20. Forever? Forever.

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Meet Dragon:

Meet Lucky:

Meet Mouse:

Meet Spicy:

Meet Whiskey:

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itsmiii · 2 years

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With a little help...

Rating: T

Relationship: Iceman x Maverick

Summary: “Look, we kinda have to set them up, huh?”

Slider barked out a laugh at that, “Figured that out all by yourself?”

Goose rolled his eyes, “You help me or no?”

written for day 23 of Flufftober "Outsider POV"

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Slider looked at Iceman from over the rim of his sunglasses. He saw him standing a few feet away from Mitchell who was talking to Goose. He let his eyes wander back to Ice. He had his hands put on his waist and was working his jaw.

Slider huffed. Ice hadn’t said anything yet, neither to him nor Mitchell, but everybody saw it. The way he always stared at him, the way he was always close to him, always smiling when their eyes met.

Slider just didn’t get why it had to be fucking Mitchell. The only thing the short aviator made him want to do, was to fuck that cocky attitude right out of him.

He shook his head, he had never gotten Ice’s type.

If Slider had to pick anyone it would certainly be Hollywood or Wolfman. Maybe both. Probably Wolfman. He could smell his submissive streak form a mile away. But whatever.

Ice now had a hand on Mitchel’s shoulder, making him turn around, that bright, white smile in place. He looked nice like this, Slider had to admit. The tensed line of Ice’s shoulders dropped, relaxed and relieved.

He couldn’t hear what they were talking about but he saw Goose standing behind Maverick, his arms crossed and a happy, knowing little smile under his moustache.

Goose met his eyes and Slider huffed out a laugh, when he saw his own thought mirrored on Goose’s face. Really, their pilots could be so stupid.

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derpinathebrave · 1 year

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Karaoke Night at the Pineapple - IceMav. Side: HollyWolf, SunChip (Slider is here too)

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So I started a flashback for the ICE wip and this happened. Highlights include:

Off-duty drag queen Chipper.

A blatant Rock of Ages reference.

Slutty Slider.

Way too much 80s music and my algorithm hasn't been the same since.

SUMMARY: It had been three years.

Three years of watching the pair of them circle one another. Of watching them come so close and then back out at the last second.

Three years of listening to both of them, separate from one another, pine and thirst for each other. The 86ers have had it. It’s past time for something to be done. If they don’t smash Ice and Mav together and yell “Now kiss!” soon, they’re going to murder them both. It was sort of Chipper’s idea, mostly Sundown’s planning, and carried out through the intense peer-pressure only Wolfman and Hollywood could provide.

TAGS: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Charles "Chipper" Piper/Marcus "Sundown" Williams, Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Ron "Slider" Kerner being a slut in a gay bar, Fluff, Drag Queens, Drag Queen Chipper, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Kissing, Karaoke, Seduction via karaoke, lots of 80s music references

WORDS: 4251

New Year’s Eve of 1989 found the 86ers, Hollywood, Wolfman, Sundown, Chipper, Slider, Maverick and the Iceman, lined up outside a club that had no name and only a neon pineapple flashing over the door.

Ice hadn’t been to the Pineapple in years. Not since he had graduated from the academy. Not since he had missed two of his friends funerals due to deployments. The only thing that got him back was the charity fundraiser. The Pineapple was putting on karaoke and drag to raise money for Act Up. Hollywood had cornered him and pressed until he relented to come along for it.

The line was full of familiar characters. Ice could see several drag queens in their towering heels and hair. He could see leather boys tucked under their daddy’s arms. He saw the butches, more than one with a pretty girl on their arm.

“Is this a gay bar?” Maverick wondered aloud as they edged closer to the door.

“Yes, Mav,” Ice said with a chuckle.

“Oh, cool!” Mav was looking around as though his head was on a swivel. “Wow, look at those shoes!” He pointed to a queen in incredibly tall red sequined boots.

“You want to try it, Maverick?” Chipper asked, a secretive smile on his face.

“Yeah, you could be regular height for once,” Slider teased.

“Fuck you, Kerner,” Mav replied automatically, no bite in it at all. “No, but I can appreciate it probably takes skill to walk in them.”

Chipper shrugged a shoulder, raising a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. “It does take practice, but it’s easier than you might think,” he said, taking a long drag and then passing the cigarette to Sundown.

“And you know this, how?” Slider asked, eyes sweeping Chipper from head to toe.

“I’ll have you know that you’re speaking to an off-duty queen,” Sundown said. He passed the cigarette back to Chip. “Miss Layna Pipe is an exceptional talent. Ask me how I know.”

The rest of the group cackled but Charles didn’t seem phased. He took another slow drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air delicately.

“Why aren’t you performing tonight?” Hollywood asked, his eyes taking in the soft way Chipper was holding the cigarette now.

“Because I’m here to watch you idiots sing for once,” Chipper grinned. Marcus slipped a hand around his waist and pulled Chip back, placing his lips on the cigarette still in Chip’s fingers.

Ice had to look away. The gesture was frighteningly intimate. Shame and yearning bloomed together in his abdomen as he found himself staring at Mav. He wished he could be that confident about it. He wished he could be as open and uncaring as Sundown and Chipper were. He might have been self-assured and calm in an F14 but on the ground, faced with his own homosexuality and what he could not ever possibly have, Ice was an anxious mess.

When he tore his eyes off Mav’s laughing face, he found Chipper watching him. Their eyes locked and Ice felt the blood drain from his cheeks. He scrambled to compose his expression into a look of polite deference. A corner of Chipper’s mouth curved but he looked away without saying anything.

At the door a queen was taking cover-charges and chatting to patrons. She wore heels tall enough that she could look Slider in the eye evenly. Fishnets, the smallest leather shorts Ice had seen in a long time, and a cropped leather jacket with spangly fringe on the shoulder-pads completed the look. Her lips were bright red and smiling.

“Evening, boys! Cover is 5 dollars and all proceeds go to Act Up!” She began collecting their money. “If you want to join the fun, it’s a dollar a song. Take your prophylactics,” she passed them a condom each. “And have the best time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

The dim hallway was lit with yellow and green lights. Ice could already see clusters of people making-out against the walls. He watched as more than one head turned and watched them go by. He hadn’t seen that predatory look in such a long time it seemed to light a fire beneath his skin.

As much as he wanted to convince himself he didn’t need to do this anymore, it felt like coming home. Tom felt years of rigid defence folding away at last. He was among his people again.

“You good?” He asked Slider, suspecting this was his first time in a place like this.

“This is insane,” Ron said. Instead of reproach there was awe in his voice. He was smiling like a goofball and taking in as much of the room as he could see.

Ice warmed. Another line of unconscious defence folded down. He had been terrified his RIO would be disgusted by the open displays of queerness.

A loud voice was singing Like A Virgin and patrons were whistling and cheering at intervals. The room was dim except the bright area where the stage must be. The bar was lit with lanterns in the shape of pineapples. A skinny, short butch manned the bar with a willowy femme. The energy was electric, everyone laughing, smiling or dancing.

Maverick was just ahead, talking animatedly with Wolfman and laughing. Hollywood took Wolf’s hand and tugged him on through the crowd. Mav turned, finding Ice and smiling before carrying on through the crush of bodies with the others.

“We’re going to have a great time tonight,” Sli said, leaning down to say it into Ice’s ear.

Maverick couldn’t take it in fast enough. His eyes flickered around the room, drinking in the scene. Queens in their amazing costumes, he was a little obsessed with their heels. Men kissing fervently against the walls. A man dressed in little more than leather shorts and some sort of harness on his chest was seated in the lap of a far bigger man with a beard and a cigar.

Ice didn’t really have a response to that. He would be happy to make it out in one piece.

A foreign sense of rightness settled over Pete’s shoulders. He had been intensely aware of his same-sex tendencies through high-school but had pushed it to the bottom of his priority list in favour of the Navy. He never knew it could be like this.

He turned, making sure his wingman was still on his six as they wound through the crowd. Ice looked different somehow. Maybe it was his civilian clothes, maybe it was the lack of rigid tension in his jaw, but Mav ached a little for him. He wanted to make Ice look like that more often. He wanted to see him let go a little.

It had been like that in the beginning of their friendship. Tom had an astoundingly expressive face when he allowed himself to show it. Pete had made it his personal mission to see how many expressions he could put on Ice’s face in a given day. Sometimes it was exasperation, sometimes joyous laughter, and some days, when the memories of Goose were just too much to carry alone, it was deep empathy and sadness.

Somewhere in the last 6 months Ice’s face was beginning to close off to him again. It left Mav confused and irritated. He wanted more. He wanted Ice so bad he could have died. But the one time he had hinted for more, Tom had drawn away from him, pulled back and the icy persona had returned.

They broke through the crowd. Pete stopped a moment, causing Ice to bump into him from behind. He was transfixed by the queen on stage. She dropped down into the splits, body pulsing to the rhythm of the Madonna song. His brain lit with a wild impulse.

Ice pushed him forward, a warm hand in the hollow of his back. Mav resisted the urge to lean back into it the way he had seen Chipper lean into Sundown. Instead he turned, grabbing Ice’s forearm and beaming up at him.

“This place is awesome!” He said, pulling Ice along to where the rest of their group were snagging seats. “I want to do it!”

Ice laughed, shaking his head a little with one of Maverick’s favourite affectionately exasperated expressions on his face. His blue eyes were glittering from the stage lights, staring down at Mav.

“You’re never at a loss, are you?” Ice said over the noise.

Ice found himself sitting between Slider and Maverick along the wall of the club. Hollywood and Wolf were beside Mav; Leo reclined half off his own chair across Rick’s chest. Wood had his arm slung around his RIO, fingers slipped beneath the collar of his shirt and kerchief. To accommodate him, Wolf had passed his cowboy hat off to Hollywood and it was tilted back to avoid ruining the height of Wood’s hair. Every now and then, Leo would straighten a little and mumble something to Wood. Wood’s head would bend to him, his face intent and listening before a smile broke and he would laugh.

It only made him grin wider. His impulse was transforming into an idea. He needed to talk to Chipper.

Ice seethed with jealousy. How was it so goddamn easy for his friends? Until tonight he hadn’t even been sure what the nature of Wood and Wolf’s relationship was. He couldn’t tell if their constant horny banter was just banter or actual flirting. Now as he watched Hollywood laugh, eyes adoring as he looked down at Wolf before stealing a kiss, Ice had his answer. And it burned.

It was no safer looking at Chipper and Sundown. They had lit another cigarette and were sharing it again. This time practically sharing the smoke between their lungs as Chip held his lips an inch from Sundown’s. They were mumbling together about something, and from the almost wanton expression on Chipper’s face, Ice was glad he couldn’t hear them.

“I think we need more alcohol!” Slider announced before standing. “Help me out, Ice?”

“Sure,” Iceman said, glad for a reason to escape the affectionate displays of his friends. He loved them, he did, but they were poking hard at a wound Ice had never fully healed.

Slider led the way through the crowd, his height and bulk making it easy for him to cut a path. Ice almost rolled his eyes at the way eyes followed Slider. He was sure if the lighting was better he could see the drool on the chins of the men watching them go by.

They pressed into the crush at the bar, carving out a little space for themselves. Slider opened his mouth as though he was about to ask Ice something but was interrupted by a queen behind them.

“Well, hell, honey, aren’t you just a tall glass of water!”

As hard as he tried, Ice couldn’t contain his laughter. Slider on the other hand looked smug. He turned to face the queen with a look Ice knew very well.

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” Ron said. “I love that dress.”

She was slender with an impressive set of fake boobs tucked into a skin tight leopard print dress. Her hair was tall and blond, contrasting against her sepia skin. Tom couldn’t find it in himself to be surprised that Slider had complemented her, she was beautiful.

“Aren’t you a charmer,” she smirked. “Say, if your friend doesn’t mind too much, I’d love to borrow you for a little while, sugar.”

Ice’s eyebrows rose but he shook his head to show he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Slider glanced at him from the corner of his eyes before giving a shrug.

“Sure,” he said.

“Perfection!” She grabbed his hand and towed him back into the crowd.

“What can I get you, honey?”

Ice turned to find he was finally being served. He shook off his amused shock and ordered a round of shots and chasers. With all the drinks stacked onto a tray for him and his wallet considerably lighter, Ice headed back to the group.

He set the tray down on the low table and looked around. Mav was missing from his seat. Chipper was no longer in Sundown’s lap and no where to be seen. Ice shook his head, collected his own drinks and sat back down beside Wolf.

“Where’d you leave the big man?” Marcus asked, looking around for Slider.

“He got picked up,” Tom grinned.

The other three looked surprised but impressed. Ice chuckled and turned his attention back to the current karaoke singers. A woman in a three piece suit and a man in double denim had their arms slung around each other’s shoulders as they belted out a Sam Cooke song. Ice winced, he had liked this song once but with they way they were butchering it, he wasn’t so sure now.

Ice was almost tempted to go and see if he could find Maverick. He told himself it was purely altruistic. He wanted to make sure his wingman wasn’t getting into trouble in some bathroom stall. He definitely wasn’t concerned or jealous over the idea that Maverick might enjoy a little trouble in the bathroom stall of the Pineapple with a random man. He was just being a good wingman.

The horrendous singing finally finished, the entire club applauding that it was over at last.

“That was shit,” Wolf said, straightening a little to get comfortable against Hollywood once more. “I could do better than that.”

“Oh, please do,” Hollywood smirked and tilted Wolfman’s head back. He kissed him deeply, tongue teasing at Wolf’s lips and the grip tight in the blond hair.

Ice looked away again. It was like they were torturing him on purpose.

“Alright you little freaks!” The MC yelled into the microphone and the crowd erupted into cheers. “It’s time for something very special indeed! Miss Kaya Cayenne has been prowling the crowd tonight, hunting up a fresh piece of meat!”

There were yowls like wolves from the far corner. Ice laughed, the jealousy fading once more as the fun of the performance caught him.

“So now, let’s give it up for Kaya and her chewtoy, performing Kiss!”

Enthusiastic applause broke out from the regulars.

“Holy fuck!” Hollywood cackled. Sundown began whistling and cheering. Ice could only stare, a delighted expression taking him over.

Miss Kaya Cayenne wore a skin tight leopard print dress and towed a tall, slightly blushing Slider behind her. The MC placed a chair in the middle of the stage and Kaya pushed Slider into it. He went very willingly.

“Ice you said he got picked up, I didn’t think you meant by Kaya Cayenne!” Sundown yelled over the opening strains of the Prince song.

“How was I supposed to know who she was?” Ice yelled back.

Sundown didn’t bother with a reply, only a dismayed look of disappointment before he turned back to watch the performance.

They watched with glee, hooting and hollering along with the rest of the bar, as Kaya gave Slider a lap-dance on stage, pausing with every chorus to lay a red lipstick kiss on a new part of his body. Ice looked around for Mav again, a little disappointed he was missing the fun.

When the song was over, Kaya laid a full, passionate kiss on Slider’s lips. The audience roared with delight as Slider’s hands appeared on the ass of the drag queen as she stood in front of him.

“Alright you two, take it somewhere else!” The MC hustled them off stage as the kiss didn’t show signs of slowing down any time soon.

Kaya turned, a theatrical expression of guilt on her face as her red lipstick was smeared. Ron wore a good amount of it himself, but he didn’t look guilty. He looked like the cat that got the cream and sauntered off stage still holding Kaya’s hand.

Ice gave a short sigh. At least someone was hooking up out of the two of them.

“Cheer up, Ice,” Hollywood said with a grin. “It’s supposed to be a party.”

He was in the middle of telling Hollywood to go fuck himself and his RIO, in that order, when the words of the MC cut across his brain like a whip. Ice snapped his head back to the stage and blinked.

There was Maverick.

Chipper slipped back over to their table and climbed back onto Sundown’s lap. If Ice could have torn his eyes away from Mav, he would have caught the incredibly smug expressions the other aviators were wearing. He would have noticed the way they all straightened in their seats and watched him closer as the opening guitar and drums of a Def Leppard song started.

But Ice only had eyes for Mav. His navy shirt had been unbuttoned to almost his bellybutton and his hair had been a little mussed since Ice had seen him last. Most of all, even as Mav lifted the microphone and started singing, his eyes never strayed far from Ice’s. He wore a feral grin as he punched out the lyrics to the opening verse of Pour Some Sugar On Me.

Ice felt himself warm. He couldn’t place if it was embarrassment or desire.

Mav began to dance, the crowd cheering as he dropped his shoulders to the beat and began a sultry strut across the stage. At the pre-chorus he stopped dead centre, eyes finding Ice again as he leaned back and dragged a hand down over his bare chest.

“Take the bottle, shake it up! Break the bubble! Break it up!”

Ice thought he might faint. He was definitely glowing red now.

“Pour some sugar on me!” The entire crowd sang along as Maverick ran a hand through his hair and tossed his head back. He shook his hips, alternating to gyrating at the crowd and then turning and dropping to a squat.

Thirsty, he needed beer. Ice took a long sip. He was bewitched by the way Maverick straightened and launched into the next verse.

He was really into it now, dancing, rolling his body along to the rhythm as he moved to the edge of the stage. When the second chorus hit, Mav stepped down and leaned in to the face of a few spectators, singing into the mic with them.

Ice laughed. He wished he could look away but every time he tried his eyes found Maverick again of their own accord. He was transfixed.

Through the instrumental of the bridge Mav started picking his way through the crowd until he was at their group. Ice shook his head at him in exasperated glee.

He laughed as Maverick shimmied down into Chipper and Sundown’s faces. Ice watched as Mav strutted to where Hollywood and Wolf were, stealing the hat from Hollywood’s head and cramming it onto his own.

Maverick dragged his finger’s over Ice’s shoulders before coming to a stop in front of him. His eyes flashed, cocky and mischievous, as he looked down at Ice and raised the Mic again.

“You got the peaches, I got the cream. Sweet to taste. Saccharine!”

Ice was stuck between mortified and turned-on. He had never wanted to disappear more. He had never wanted to throw himself on top of Pete and kiss him more. Especially as Mav cried “Do you take sugar? One lump or two!” And flung the hat back to Hollywood with flair.

He didn’t return to the stage but stayed right in front of Ice, singing the rest of the song to him as the crowd sang along with him.

Mav let the crowd carry the chorus as he ad-libbed, throwing his shoulders back rhythmically, swinging his hips, gyrating and running a hand over his own body as he did.

Ice didn’t know where to look. His eyes continually strayed to Mav’s hips as they rolled. Panicked, Ice would drag them back up to Mav’s face only to find him licking at his lips between ad-libs and staring into Ice’s eyes. So he would move his gaze to Mav’s chest but it was glistening with sweat and was practically begging to be licked. And the cycle would start again.

With the final words of the song, Mav threw himself down onto his knees at Ice’s feet, staring up at him and heaving for breath as he shouted “Sugar me!”

Their eyes were locked. The rest of the universe faded away as they stared at each other. Tom’s heart raced, his blood still hot in his veins. Pete was staring up at him, daring him and pleading him simultaneously.

Without even thinking about it, Ice threw himself forward. He wrapped his arms around Mav’s neck and pulled him into the most passionate kiss of both their lives.

He was wet with sweat and tasted of tequila and cigarettes. Ice licked at his lips, sliding his tongue into Maverick’s mouth with a groan. Their bodies were flush together, every point of contact like a brand on Ice’s skin.

Distantly, he could hear the noise of cheering and wolf-whistles. Someone might have been speaking as well. He didn’t fucking care, the only thing he cared about was sucking at Pete’s bottom lip and revelling in the small whine it caused.

Pete broke away, gasping for breath but holding Tom tight against him still. With a little effort, Ice scooped Mav up and resettled them in his chair with Maverick straddling his lap.

“God, you’re a fucking menace,” Ice mumbled against Mav’s lips between kisses.

“Uh-huh.” Maverick slid his fingers into Ice’s hair and held on. Any other thoughts fell out of Ice’s head again and he focused on sucking gently on Mav’s tongue.

“Fucking finally!” Slider’s voice was loud behind them and Ice deigned to release Pete’s mouth for a moment to look up at him. He was about to make a snarky comment when he caught sight of the state of his RIO and burst into laughter instead.

He was covered in lipstick kisses. Ron’s lips, jaw, neck, the opening of his shirt down his chest, were covered in lipstick. The longer Ice looked the more he realised the shades varied from pink to coral to red.

“Damn, Sli,” Leo said in his lilting accent. “Is there anywhere they didn’t get lipstick on you?”

“Nope.” Slider gave a suggestive wink. “Who’s turn is it to sing?”

“Mine!” Wolf dragged himself to his feet. Before he walked away he turned and leaned down to Rick’s face. He ducked his chin a little, smiling shyly at Hollywood. He seemed to be waiting for something.

“Off you go, baby,” Hollywood smirked and kissed him long and slow. “Go make me proud.”

Now that Ice had his hands on Mav’s ass, he found it much easier to watch the other pair. The shining happiness in Wolf’s eyes warmed Ice with happiness too. It was amazing what kissing Maverick could fix in his life. To that point, he turned back to Pete and stole another kiss.

As they waited for Leo’s song to come around, Mav ran his fingers through Ice’s hair again. He was smiling and watching Ice’s face intently.

“How long have you and Chip been planning that ambush?” Ice asked him, unable to keep his expression stern.

“I just decided tonight.” Mav shrugged. “I just wanted to make you melt a little. You’ve been cold lately.”

“That was so hot, I didn’t stand a chance,” Tom said. “I’m sorry for being cold,” He mumbled and kissed Pete slowly. “I didn’t think you’d want to risk it over me.”

“Because I never… ever… ever… take risks,” Pete said, punctuating each “ever” with a firm kiss.

Ice found he didn’t have a response to that. He simply continued kissing Maverick instead. They finally broke apart as Wolf was announced to sing next.

Mav shifted from straddling Ice to sitting side-saddle on his thighs an arm slung around Ice’s shoulders and his still-open shirt giving Ice a very distracting look at his sculpted and sweaty chest.

There was a hollered Yee-haw! From the back of the club as jaunty guitar started up and Wolf gave a slightly twangy performance of the first verse of Fishin’ In the Dark. He had a surprisingly lovely voice, a pure timbre as he sang the chorus staring lovingly at where Rick sat in the crowd. Hollywood was blushing bright red but never once looked away from his RIO.

The patrons joined in for the last chorus, ad-libbed yee-haws going up every other line and making Wolf stumble over the words as he laughed. The 86ers cheered and clapped as the song ended and Leo made his way back through the crowd to them. Rick stood to greet him, sweeping him up in his arms and holding him tight before letting go once more and cupping Wolf’s face.

Ice caught the “I love you” that passed between them. He smiled, leaning into Maverick’s chest and giving a sigh of contentment.

“What about you, Chip?” Maverick called over the crowd.

“You boys have to come back next week to see Layna in action,” Chipper grinned. “I think it’s about time we head back to the hotel.”

“It’s New Year’s eve!” Mav protested, “And it’s only half an hour from midnight!”

“Exactly.” Chipper’s smirk grew and he pulled Sundown to his feet. “We should start the new year off with a bang.”

The rest of the group groaned at his pun, but none of them argued.

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Tah-dah. Also as a final note:

Here are the songs in this fic:

Like a Virgin - Madonna

Bring it on Home to Me - Sam Cooke

Kiss - Prince

Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leppard <CLICKMEEEE>

Fishin in the Dark - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

#icemav #fanfic #hollywolf #sunchip #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #rock of ages reference #fluff #pining #rick hollywood neven #leonard wolfman wolfe #marcus sundown williams #charles chipper piper #ron slider kerner

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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ANGST

COMING SOON…

SMUT

COMING SOON…

FLUFF

Show Her How It’s Done

Slider takes you on a proper first date. Warnings: none.

MOODBOARDS

Show Her How It’s Done || Moodboard

The Best Boyfriend || Moodboard

#top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun x female reader #top gun x reader #top gun fluff #top gun angst #top gun smut #Ron Kerner #ron slider kerner #slider x reader #Ron Kerner fluff #Ron Kerner angst #Ron Kerner smut #Ron Kerner masterlist #slider fluff #slider angst #slider smut #slider masterlist #top gun masterlist

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elancie · 3 months

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A day in the life of Ron Kerner:

Slider: Ice did you take out the trash?

Ice: Mav did it.

Slider: Why would Mav take out the trash?

Ice: Because it was full genius.

Slider: Well Tom, I don’t remember Mav living here? Why would he take out the trash?

Maverick entering the house while obviously wearing Iceman’s clothes, a key held in his hand.

Mav: Morning Boys, had a good night?

Slider: You know what, I’m gonna move out.

#top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #slider #pete maverick mitchell #sketch #fluff #top gun 1986

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topgunruinedme · 1 year

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College AU Fanfiction - Coming soon on AO3

Where unfortainlty they’ve all been paired to stay in the same dorm house together.

Maverick is always getting into trouble, pushing the boundaries. He still wasn’t forgiven for his dangerous stunts.

Ice is the quite reader who is a workaholic and has a barbed tongue.

Sliders mainly there to ensure Ice doesn’t murder anybody.

Holly wood and Wolfman are just gay for each other.

And Goose, poor Goose is just trying to keep everyone alive until Graduation.

There not even 2 weeks in and Ice is ready to smother them in their sleep.

#topgun #topgun maverick #top gun 1968 #top gun fluff #top gun fanfiction #iceman val kilmer #college au #slider: *moving where goose wants* yes dear*kissing him*#ron slider kerner #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #hollywood #wolfman

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pollyna · 1 year

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Slider and Goose slow dancing in a laundromat in the middle of the night while waiting for their uniform to be ready.

(While Slider is wearing one of Goose's hawaiian shirts and Goose one of Slider's one shirts because they share one wardrobe, and so the stuff they put in their bags is more than mixed by now.)

#ron slider kerner #nick goose bradshaw #goose lives and they dance #sloose #slider x goose #sharing clothes #dancing #fluff #tol men in love

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bearsinpotatosacks · 11 months

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Through Heavy Rain and Winter Storms - A Sloose fic

Nick’s home alone when someone unexpected shows up on his doorstep unannounced.

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For a prompt list, prompt was "A joins B in the rain"

Words: 1363

A typical winter storm blew gales outside. Rain slammed against the windows so hard he thought they might break. Nick was wrapped in a thick blanket, he was home alone and had been given strict instructions not to put the heating on.

Then the doorbell rang. It must be the pizza he'd ordered, but it was awfully fast, he only ordered it ten minutes ago. There was meatloaf in the fridge but Nick worked hard enough tutoring to buy himself a pizza on a Friday night.

He clung onto the blanket like a cape and shuffled to the door. When he pulled the door open, he expected to see a pizza delivery guy soaked to the bone. Instead, there stood Ron Kerner.

"Ron!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

He looked like a wet cat as he turned to him. Through his shirt, Nick could see his forming muscles, and his nipples. He gulped. They'd kissed a few times behind the locker rooms after their athletics team practice, but hadn't really had many serious conversations beyond snarky comments and teasing remarks.

"Erm, I don't really know, I didn't know where else to go,"

"Are you going to come in?"

Ron just stared at him through the pouring rain. For the first time since this whole thing began, he actually looked vulnerable. It was a strange burden to bear because Nick got the strange feeling that he didn’t allow himself to be vulnerable all that often.

He was frozen on the stairs. Nick shrugged off the blanket and joined him in the rain. Taking his hands, they were as cold as ice, he felt the rain pelting on his back. They walked inside and under the amber lighting he could see his eyes were red, so were his knuckles.

"Go and sit in the living room, I'll get you a drink," he moved toward the kitchen, then remembered the discarded blanket on the floor. "Here, take this, you must be freezing."

"'M fine," he said, taking the blanket anyway.

Nick then busied himself making cocoa. His mum had told him he was a bit of a mother goose, always trying to take care of people. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

A few moments later, he came back to the living room. He placed the mugs on the coffee table and went to sit next to Ron, but soon hurried to get another blanket.

They sat for a moment in silence. Nick sipped his cocoa as he listened out for the pizza. As he did so, he watched a droplet of rain roll over Ron's forehead and down his face. He was beginning to shiver, and just as he was going to mollycoddle him, Ron sipped his cocoa.

"So, what's this about then?" Nick tried.

Ron didn't say anything for a while. Nick could see the wheels turning in his head.

Then, "It's about my dad."

Despite not knowing much about Ron's dad, even he knew that this wasn't good. Ron never talked about his dad, so now that he was, well, Nick could guess as to why his eyes were red.

"Is that why-" he started.

"My knuckles are bruised, yeah,"

"I was thinking more about your eyes," he said, then asked. "Wait, your knuckles?"

"I punched him."

Nick almost spat out his cocoa, "You punched your dad?"

"Yeah!" He cried. "If you saw the guy who hit your pregnant mom so hard she went into labour early then you'd be angry too!"

"Wait, what, your mom's pregnant?"

Ron rolled his eyes and placed his cocoa down. He tucked the blanket under his arms to free his hands.

"No, look I'll go back to the start."

He shuffled to face him fully. Nick pulled his blanket tighter and focused. Ron never talked about his personal life.

"My dad was never around, he got my mom pregnant young and ran when he she told him, then he showed his face when I was five and gave some shit about getting some money together."

"I didn't buy it but he managed to get my mom around his finger just enough to weasel his way in and get my mom pregnant again. And again, and then again."

He trailed off at the last line. Nick didn't say anything. This was all so new he didn't really know what to do.

"He walked out when my mom got pregnant for the last time, then came back, my mom told him she was pregnant and they began to fight," his voice wavered. "I was trying to protect my sisters, they didn't really know my dad, but I did, I do."

He closed his eyes. He was still shaking but Nick guessed not from the cold.

"He said she was just trying to keep him around, manipulating him by getting pregnant, well, he wasn't having it," he tensed his hands on the blanket. "He started getting physical and-and-he pushed her, he pushed my eight month pregnant mom over and stormed out."

Nick couldn’t even imagine what that would've been like. He heard his parents fight enough, but to have something like that happen to his mum. He shuddered, he’d probably punch him too.

"That's awful," he said.

"Yeah, it really was. She went into labour, my sister was premature and ended up with some, erm, problems," he added. "You probably know she uses crutches, she has seizures too."

Nick went to say something but Ron didn't stop.

"And then my dad comes back, after ten years, and just weasels his way in again like he never left and nothing happened, he gets in my mom's head, and my sisters too because if she trusts him why not them, right? Well not me." He huffed and focused on his hands, then shrugged. "So I clocked him."

Nick snorted, "Clocked him? God you sound like a gangster or something!"

Ron caught on and started to laugh. Creases formed around his eyes. He sounded so easy laughing, it was like he needed to, like he hadn’t in years. Nick loved to make people laugh, that was another thing his mum called him, a clown, he knew he liked that name.

Then the moment ended. Ron played with the edges of the blanket and hid his gaze from him. From the sound of his breathing, he was on the verge of crying.

"Hey, what's up?" Nick shook his hand.

"It's just-" he sniffed. "I feel like no one's on my side, ever, my dad just keeps getting in and my mom keeps letting him and makes me feel stupid for not wanting that horrible deadbeat around us."

"You've got me."

Ron's head darted up. Tears joined the sheen of rain covering his cheeks, he glimmered under the low light of the room. By the look of his reaction, it was like no one had ever told him that.

Nick held onto his hand with both of his. All they’d done was make out. That's all he thought they would do, and, sure, in this town maybe that's all they’d get- especially with a future in the Navy. But none of that meant he couldn’t be here for him now, as a friend or otherwise, he liked the other option more.

"Thanks, Nicky, thanks,"

Ron lifted his hand and kissed it. Red flushed his face, he knew he’d be bright red. Was it wrong that he'd never felt this way about anyone before? Even other girls?

But, just as they were settling into the moment, the doorbell rang.

"Oh shit, your mom's not back, is she?"

Nick chuckled at his cute shocked face, "No, it’s the pizza I ordered before you got here."

"Oh, I should go, I kind of intruded,"

He went to get up but Nick pushed him back onto the chair.

"Don't be stupid, stay here tonight," he said then turned back to him as he walked to the door. "Hope you like Hawaiian!"

"Pineapple on pizza, Jesus Christ Nicky, what are you, a heathen or something?"

Nick just laughed and trotted to get the pizza. Behind his walls, Ron was pretty good to know.

I already kinda had this idea beforehand so just made it rain and had Goose join him to bring him inside. Don't know if this really counts as joining him in the rain but oh well, I like this fic.

Also, yes, I do hc that they knew each other in high school, and made out. Oh young love.

Thanks for reading!

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F-14 (Family of 14) Chapter 8: Too Good to Be True

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Not fully sure where this story is going other than it will be IceMav and their 12 adopted dagger squadron kids!

The dagger squad is determined to find out who Maverick is married to, leading to some shenanigans and eventually the reveal! Followed by one shots featuring MavDad Icemav and Dadmiral with the Daggers!

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Bradley knew the next day was going to be interesting.

Though the rest of the Daggers remained unknowing, except Bob, because the little stealth pilot was smart enough to realize that Ice and Mav's devious smirks did not end after Slider showed up. Therefore there was clearly more to the plot.

Which meant Phoenix was now aware there was more, as she was paying attention to her WSO and realized he knew something, and after the previous thing he figured out she wasn't going to doubt this one.

So, the Daggers showed up to base the next day with all but three completely unaware of the chaos the day would bring.

"Good morning Daggers," Maverick greeted with a smirk, which is when all the Daggers knew something was Afoot. "Today we are going to be trying something a little different, I've called in some guests to help us out with this one."

The Daggers turned in theirs seats so fast, Hondo feared they might have gotten whiplash, as they heard the door open behind them.

In walked Slider, and two more mysterious men, one of which was in a cowboy hat.

"I present to you, Top Gun class of '86 Alumni, Admiral Kerner, and Retired Captains Neven and Wolfe."

Each made their way to the front of the room as the Daggers watched.

"Today, you will be engaging in dogfights with pilots with years of experience on you. The goal is to work as a team to take down your opponent." Maverick explained the excersise, leaving out a few details they would find out later.

"Go ready you planes, we will see you in the sky." Slider dismissed them.

Meanwhile, Cyclone was looking over the paperwork for the day, eyes going wide as he rushed to the control tower. He was not missing this. Chaos it may be, but chaos he was not willing to miss.

Though he was cursing Maverick mentally the whole way there.

---

As Hollywood and Wolfman approached their jet they slowed as they neared Bradley.

"Hey kid," Hollywood and Wolfman said catching Bradley's attention, whose eyes went wide. "What Slider said."

Bradley nodded understand the message, they nodded back before making their way to their plane.

Though thrown off by their appearnce but not as much had he had no heads up. He was intrigued that there was an odd amount of pilots and RIOs /WSOpresent.

While techincally Slider could be WSOing for Mav, Slider had sworn revenge on Ice if that ever happened again.

Leaving Bradley only one conclusion to draw when he saw Slider walk up to and F-18: Iceman was joining them.

"Guys!" Bradley jumped on comms as he finished his pre-flight check.

"What Rooster?" Phoenix asked doing the same.

"I'm pretty sure Ice is flying with us."

Silence consumed the comms, until a voice peeped up.

"Bob, we might just have to change your call sign." Phoenix sighed.

"To what? We still need to find out what BOB stands for." Payback spoke up.

"To Sherlock."

"Well, I figured since last time I was supposed to join a meeting came up, I might as well hop in on this one." Ice finally spoke over the comms system.

"Don't lie to them, you planned to do it with us too. You just wanted first dibs without us." Hollywood chimed in.

"This way he got to do it with the best RIO first."

"Slider, please don't." Hollywood begged over coms.

"Slider, I guess we should switch pilots then. After all: I am the best." Wolf replied.

"NO NO NO!" Bradley interjected. "Ice and Mav are still on about the who is the better pilot we are NOT starting a who is the better RIO or WSO."

"Careful there Rooster, remember how many stories we have of you." Wolf lovingly threatened. "But yeah, I think Mav and Ice's argument over who is the better pilot should just be left to them."

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The Daggers quickly realized the Class of '86 had a tight knit family bond. Even though they hadn't met them all yet.

Between the jokes in the air and on the ground and the allusions to stories left untold, they knew there was a lot to discover.

Which led to a group trip to Ice and Mav's after the work day was over.

"You think we are cohesive as a group of three, wait til you see just Mav and Ice team up." Slider shook his head.

"We've only heard legends of such a thing." Fanboy said eyes wide as he silently begged for a story.

"Let's just say, despite being in the backseat, I didn't know what was going on half the time. They wouldn't even speak to each other they would just do."

"Yea, it would get pretty creepy at times." Hollwood nodded.

"Wood, you and Wolf are creepy at times. Don't act like Ice and Mav are the only idiot flyboy couple."

"I wouldn't dare insinuate such a thing, however you do have to agree those two take it to a whole other level."

"I'll give you that. Though atleast you two never tried to flirt through an agressive chomp."

"Oh, don't remind me of that dark day." Wolf shook his head, placing his cowboy hat over his face trying to block out the memory.

"Those two were the most obviously oblivious people to ever meet."

"Hey, Flyboys, we got over it." Ice chimed in shaking his head walking into his own living room at just the right moment.

"Careful or we will tell them about the time during leave in San Diego that you and Mav-"

"Nope." Ice cut Hollywood off.

"No, no, tell it uncle Wood."

"Careful, kid we all have plenty of stories on you too. Such as the incident of '96." Wood smirked.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh I would."

"Fine, then I will tell the Halloween stories, and I have pictures."

"We need all the stories." Several of the daggers chimed in.

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Maverick watched from the corner the interactions of his families beginning to mesh. His eyes kept focusing back on one pilot though, Hangman.

Hangman looked both right and home and like he was ready for a rug to be pulled out from underneath him as a shoe dropped at the same time.

Jakes eyes kept flicking over to watch Bradley's reactions to different stories being told by the Flyboy uncles, and to watching the others as well, but they always found their way back to Bradley.

Maverick watched as Jake tried to laugh just the right amount with the others, throw in enough snarky comments to fly under the radar, but he also noticed his hesitance to throw in anything substantial. Watching as he shied away from revealing much of anything. His light ever so hidden flinches as each insult or remark was hurled at him by another Dagger, even in the most light hearted way.

Eventually Hangman saw an escape route and took it. The others were distracted enough they would notice one of the 12 daggers disapear.

Though 3 in the room did, Ice, Mav, and Bradley.

Bradley though being because he also was subconciously watchign Jakes reactions to everything, but he wasn't picking up the same small clues Mav and Ice were. Though he didn't know to be looking for them.

Mav slipped away too, just as another story began.

"Jake," Mav said softly before nodding his head to the garage door.

Jake simply nodded and followed.

"You wanna talk about it or something else?" Maverick asked picking something up off his work bench to fiddle with as they talked.

"What would we talk about?"

"I know those looks."

"What looks? I was just hanging with the others."

"And carefully watching reactions and carefully constructed snarky comments."

Jake went silent and started to fiddle with a random tool he had seen.

"Your not obvious about it Jake, but I know because I've been there. Ice knows because he's known me long enough and well enough."

"You don't know what I was thinking or have thought."

"Your right kid, I don't know every thought that has gone through your head, but I know a lot of them. Like in there, you were waiting on the rug of a family to get pulled out from underneath you and another shoe to drop with something just as bad to go right along with it: loneliness."

"Please, I don't need any of them in there. If I got shipped away tomorrow I would make friends elsewhere."

"But you don't want to. You actually like this bunch, but you don't know how to connect with them?"

"They are my squadron, squadrons come and go." Jake said after a breath.

"Not all of them." Maverick said, a tone to his voice that left nothing to question. "You saw Wood and Wolf today, they are retired and still close to us. Slider he was Ice's RIO, and is practically his brother now. Our Class of '86 squad, we stayed together. There are more of them, the Flyboys. These are the only ones who could come right now. But we have a groupchat and even when we are spread across the globe, we are still close."

"You class was an anomly, brought together from-"

"Tradgedy? Yea. Gooses death brought us a lot closer together, but that wasn't what made our connection. It may have helped build the bridges, but it is not the whole thing."

Hangman stayed silent before finally speaking.

"I don't belong with this group."

"Why do you feel that? Maverick asked, his voice soft but solid enough that Hangman knew he was truly asking.

"I just don't."

"Because you are cocky, and love to do your own thing. Fly by the seat of your pants?"

"I can do what I do solo."

"But it's a lot better to have others with you. It's why you should always have a wingman."

"Remember, my name is Hangman, I leave my wingmen hanging." Jake looked down, his statement starting with his false bravado, but fading with each word.

"I don't think you really believe that."

"What does it matter what I believe? It just matters what others do."

Maverick sighed.

"Jake, I'm sorry that that is what other people may think of you or that you think they think of you as. But I know otherwise. Ice knows otherwise. The squad, they know otherwise."

Jakes head snapped up.

"No they don't."

"You didn't leave Rooster and I hanging."

"Yeah well, one occurance doesn't dispell a repuation."

"I know that."

"Do you?" Jake asked his tone coming out harsh and rough, his walls were flying up and the cocky too good to be true bravado was coming up in full force.

"I do. You know, Ice and the others hated me at first. If they didn't hate me they atleast didn't like me. Called me plenty of stuff behind my back. Every superior heard my name and judged me before knowing anything else. I was judged based off of my last name. Because the Navy had to cover something up and they placed the blame on my dad. Labeled him a traitor and a deserter. And those that would give me the slightest bit of chance to know me for me changed their mind after hearing my call sign. I flew like I did because I had a lot to prove. I had to be better thant he best pilots out there becuase that was the only way I could be. Any less and I was considered even less. I flew like I did because I needed to prove a point. I did what I did to save others. To keep them safe. All everyone else saw was recklessness. They didn't know the calculations and thoughts that went behind it."

"I'm not you."

"No, your better than me. You have a lot to learn, but your on the right track."

"I'm still not one of them."

"But you are."

"At every turn there is an insult hurled my way, there is no trust from any of them. They only have me around because they have Javy around, and Javy for who knows why keeps me around."

"Javy keeps you around because you are his best friend."

"If I lose Javy then I lose the whole squad then."

"No, Jake. They keep you around because you are apart of the squad, not just the navy side."

"They will just dump me whenever they get tired of me or annoyed enough."

"No they won't, I know this because I have gone through this exact thought process before. Goose, he was my best friend. He was my bridge into squads and friends. They just accepted me because I was around him, but the class of 86 squad, they were different. Sure at first it was just because of Goose. Then it was because Goose was dead, but in the end it wasn't. Here I am some odd many years later, and I am stilll friends with them. I am still close to them. That maybe how this started for you, but it's not how it ends."

"Trust me, that is how it will end. I've been through this dog and pony show enough times to know."

"But you haven't been through this one."

"Your right, this one is just here to pull the rug out from underneath me and let me get settled first. They still don't trust me-"

"They hurl insults at you? Yea I noticed. I am not going to tell you that is okay. That is a toxic enviorment to be in and one you should never be in. However, that is how you relationship was with them prior to this mission. Justified or not change takes time. This however can be fixed. If those insults hurt you then they need to be stopped. They may not even realize it because that's how it's alway been with you. I am not saying they are right, but I am saying you need to speak up about it."

Jake just sat down on a stool and leaned up against a wall, squeezing his eyes shut as his head ran a million miles an hour.

All those insults, they didn't used to bother him much at all. They were just words from other pilots, but now... now they were supposed to be his friends. Yet they still treated him like- like Hangman. The nototious cocky, too good to be true pilot with an air to air kill.

He was so much more...

"You are more than what they once saw. You know. I know it. Now let them know it. I know letting people in is hard. Allowing yourself to put your trust in anyone is always a risk, but life is nothing without a little risk. You can't get close to people if you don't let them get close to you. You've obviously let Javy in some. He sees something in you worth keep around. Now let the rest of them see that."

"But how... how do you just override everything else they know? How do you let them see what no one has ever been allowed to see? How do you be someone you don't even know anymore?" Jakes eyes were beginning to water. Scaring him even more at this unfamiliar feeling, one he wasn't allowed.

Jake began blinking at rapid rates trying to fight back the watering in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't fight it. Just let the tears out. Just cry Jake." Maverick said softly slowly wrapping the aviator in his arms. Careful to make sure he was comfortable with the contact. "You are allowed to cry Jake. You are allowed to show emotions."

With those final words, a series of dams Jake didn't even know he had broke, and Jake broke in the safety of Maverick's arms.

Maverick carefully guided Jake to the bench and kept him tucked to his chest. Rubbing his hand up and down Jakes back. A familiar motion he had done with Ice a many of times and a several times with Bradley.

"You are enough Jake. You yourself, that's all the world needs. You don't need to be too good to be true. You are good enough. You are more than enough. You don't have to live up to anyones expectations."

"But I am supposed to be perfect. I am supposed to be too good to be true. I have to be I just-"

"You don't have to be anything but yourself Jake. That is more than enough, and anyone who has told you otherwise is wrong. They aren't worth even half of what you."

"But I was raised to be that person. I have to be better than..."

"Than everyone else." Maverick finished. "Pressures are placed upon us young sometimes. They never should be placed upon us at all. I know this isn't a switch that can just be flipped in your head. This is a process, and it is not immediate, but Ice and I are both here for you. The squad will be there for you when you are ready. You just have to show them who you are. Even if it's just pieces at a time."

"How do you just know all of this?"

"Becuase what I didn't experience personally, I helped Ice through. We told you the other day, living up to a carefully cultivated personality, it's not healthy. It keeps you detached and forces gaps between you and everyone else."

"But how do I do that? You make it sound so simple and easy but it's not."

"No, it's not. I am not going to lie to you and say that it is. You spend long enough acting like something it's hard to shake. It's why Ice refuses to be Admiral at home. That persona, it's left at the office and it doesn't cross through the front door. His office is a slight exception, but even there he doesn't fully become the Admiral again. He isn't the Iceman in the house, he is just Ice or Tom."

"So how do I do that?"

"Leave Hangman at work, and let Hangman and Jake mix some at work. Let a little more of Jake come through. You act like I did once, but then I let a little of myself throught and suddenly those I flew with understood and saw that I wasn't a lone ranger. I was a wingman. I was a partner. For me that came from choosing a person to let in and show that to. Same for Ice. Eventually is spread to locations and other people. So, choose someone to let in like that."

"How do I just pick that?"

"I picked my wingman and so did Ice. Maybe try that. Show it in the air and the others will see. When you go to the Harddeck, leave Hangman at work, and be more Jake."

"I think I know who to start with." Jake said softly.

Maverick didn't have to ask, he knew who it would be, and he knew it wasn't Javy.

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Eventually they rejoined the others in the living room, slipping in nearly undetected.

Though Jake this time chose to sit on the couch next to Bradley this time, rather than standing behind the other couch and leaning against the wall.

Maverick smiled just slightly enough for Jake to see it and softly nodded his head in approval and encouragement.

"So Jake, I hear you are a Texas boy." Wolf commented.

"Born and raised."

"I'll have to show you my cowboy hat collection sometime."

"Then I guess I'll have to show you mine."

"I look forward to it, and getting to know you Jake. That goes for all you Daggers. Now that you are IceMav's kids, you are our nieces and nephews like it or not. You just got a whole squad of flyboy uncles."

Sorry guys it's been a while, who knows more might be coming soon hopefully. I have a list of ideas but just need to get them executed lol. I know this isn't all of the flyboys and there wasn't much of them in this chapter, but I cannot handle writing all the flyboys and the daggers. It's just too many characters so they will be coming around in small groups.

I know this has kind of focused on Jake a lot in recent chapters but I am enjoying fleshing out his character more. The next chapter will most likely either be some Hangster or Icemav or both. Maybe some Bob and Phoenix too, I've been sprinkling them in. Can't have it develop too fast for any of them.

Thank yall so much for still reading this story! Please give me your thoughts!

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