#pete mitchell x reader

[liltinycreature]

Volleyball

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader

Summary: While playing a volleyball match with your fellow students, you find yourself mostly watching one of them

Gn!Reader, Reader is also at top gun, short, might write more for this later

When someone first proposed the idea of a volleyball game, you almost rolled your eyes. The sun was scorching, but everyone else seemed excited. You didn't want to be a buzzkill, so you joined them.

It started out with as much fun as you thought it would, which was not much.

It wasn't fun for a while until you eventually started to get the hang of it. You and your teammate fell into a rhythm, nailing nearly every game.

Listening to the people in the stands applaud and cheer fueled you on.

There was only one thing, or rather, one person who threw you off.

Maverick.

You were still riding the rush of winning the last match when him and Goose walked up on the other side of the net.

God, he looked good, you thought. He was more muscular than you would've imagined.

Well, everyone at Top Gun had some muscles, but there was something about him.

And the cocky grin? The glasses? He really was handsome.

Before this, you'd barely spared him a glance. When you had, it was to see who your competition was. But now? You were sure your eyes were the size of dinner plates. And he noticed.

"You alright over there? Scared to lose?"

He flashed you that damn grin again. But you weren't going to lower your defences.

"Against you? Never"

He squinted his eyes, meeting yours.

The game was on.

[how-do-i-drive-this-thing]

Dynamic Duos

Top Gun Maverick short story

Older!Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Female!Reader

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Penny Benjamin (we’re trying something new folks)

Warnings: age gap (in both mentioned relationships), Insecure!Reader and Insecure!Jake (you’re both morons, okay?), not the best writing but I’m tired of seeing it in my drafts

GIF not mine (obvs)

Enjoy

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“I think I’m in love,” Jake sighed from next to you where you both sat at the bar at the Hard Deck.

You and Jake had gotten close ever since you moved to town a year ago – and after his ‘super secret squirrel’ mission. His words. He’d stayed on to teach Top Gun along with Rooster and Maverick and when you and Jake had met, you’d instantly gotten along like a house on fire. 

Everyone thought you were dating, but there had been nothing but platonic feelings since day one. Not that anyone believed you.

But you’d never heard about him being in love before.

You looked at Jake and saw him staring ahead so you tried to follow his eyesight and see what he was looking at.

“…are you seriously looking into the mirror, right now?” you asked incredulously, gesturing to the mirror hung up behind the bar.

Hangman turned to look at you in what you would call offense on anyone else. “What? No!”

You rose a brow dubiously. “Jake, there’s nothing else behind the bar,” you started and then Penny was right on front of you both with a smile and fresh drinks.

When she flitted away to serve the next patrons over, Jake sighed again, watching her go and your jaw dropped.

Penny. Penny was certainly behind the bar.

“What?” was the only thing you could say – because you hadn’t seen even a sign – but then you clocked Jake’s reaction: shoulders drawn up and gaze firmly locked on the beer in front of him. Right. There’d be time to wonder how you missed…all this later.

“Look, I know I’m not good enough for her,” Jake said quietly, still not looking up from his drink, “so you don’t gotta say anything. I am aware this is a lost cause.”

Your jaw dropped again.

Since meeting Jake and spending every moment you could together, you learned that he was not all the peacocking and arrogant hothead he portrayed. The waters went deep with this one, but though you’d gotten lots of glimpses of the man underneath the bravado, you’d never heard him so defeated.

He really was in love.

“Oh, Jake,” you sighed, though a soft smile crossed your face, “you certainly don’t do anything by halves.” You watched Penny for a moment, seeing her laugh and talk with all her regulars while keeping the pace and smoothly taking and delivering drink after drink. “You got good taste though,” you added and watched from the corner of your eye as Jake’s head snapped to you.

“And you’re wrong, you know?” you continued, eyes not leaving Penny. “I don’t think you’re not good enough for her, Jake. You are a kind, caring, thoughtful gentleman- when you let people in. Hangman is a mask and you wear him well. But when you let people in and let them see Jake… there’s a lot to love there. Maybe Penny just needs to see more of him.”

The man next to you was silent, eyes still boring into the side of your head. For your part, you kept drinking your drink, eyes now wandering around the bar patrons (since just staring at Penny was probably either creepy or sending the wrong message- after all you weren’t the one in love with her).

“You’re not messing with me,” Jake stated more than asked and you turned to look at him with a raised brow.

“Jake, I may give you crap on a daily basis and we may bicker like the best of frenemies, but I would never mess with you about something like this.”

“You’re not even going to say anything about the age difference?” Jake pushed, seemingly unable to accept your own acceptance so easily.

Your eyes unconsciously moved to find Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell sitting at the bar – the one you were pretty sure you were in love with. That age difference was just about as close as Jake and Penny (maybe even more- it’s not like you kept track of everyone’s birthdays) so it’s not like you could say much against it, even if you wanted to.

You didn’t do anything by halves either.

You mentally shook your head – if Jake thought he was not worthy of Penny, you going after the legendary Naval Ace was even more disastrous of an idea. But Jake was waiting for an answer and there was no way you were talking to him about your own crush. Not now. You didn’t need any empty assurances, thanks.

“The age difference is something not even worth mentioning, unless it bothers you,” you said after another moment and Jake snorted.

“It doesn’t bother me a bit. Though I can imagine that it’d be a hang up for her.”

“What?” you asked in confusion. “Why would she care?”

“Why wouldn’t she?” Jake shot back. “She is a beautiful, successful woman – why would she want someone so much younger who doesn’t have his life together yet?”

You couldn’t help the bark of laughter if you tried.

“Jake,” you grinned fondly, “you are a Naval Aviator. A Top Gun graduate, the best of the best and with two air-to-air kills under your belt. I’m not sure you would fall under the category of ‘not having your life together’.”

What an idiot. A loveable, charming idiot. And the fact that you were not Navy and didn’t have your life together was just another reason why it was hopeless for you.

Jake didn’t say anything, just kept looking at you and then his eyes again found Penny. Your grin grew as you watched him. How on earth did you miss this?

Past Jake’s head, you made eye contact with Maverick who lifted his glass in salute. You felt your stomach swoop and gave him a nod and a bashful smile in return. Oh, you were in deep.

Thankfully, Jake was too focused on Penny to notice.

You cleared your throat, eyes leaving Pete to focus on Jake again. Seemed safer. And even if your love-life was a pie in the sky dream, no reason why Jake’s had to be. You weren’t blind – the man was good looking, confident and generally a good person once you got underneath the Hangman shell. Penny would be a fool to not want to get to know him on a deeper level. So…time to push.

“Why don’t you just…ask her to coffee or something?” you asked and Jake’s head snapped around so fast, you were surprised it didn’t just snap off.

“What?” he hissed, leaning closer (as if anyone could hear anything in the loud bar). “Are you insane?”

You blinked at him. “Yeah,” you drawled sarcastically after a few moments, “I can absolutely see how me suggesting you ask the women you’re in love with out on a coffee date would be considered insane. Good point. Not sure what I was thinking there.”

The blonde gave you a baleful glare and you just smiled at him angelically.

Then he was sighing again and turning back to his drink. “Not a chance, Y/N,” he said, almost sullenly. “I think she’s taken.”

You grimaced. “Oh. Sorry, Jake. Any idea who?”

“Maverick,” he grunted, “who else?”

You winced, though he didn’t see it. Right. Yet another reason why Maverick would never be interested in you. Why would he when he had someone like Penny?

Boy, you both sure knew how to pick ‘em.

You blew out a breath, before tentatively asking, “Are you sure? Maybe they’re just friends?” Wishful thinking on your part, perhaps, but it didn’t hurt to ask.

Jake snorted and gestured vaguely over to Penny and Pete who were talking in what looked like a serious conversation, heads leaning close, hands on the bar even closer. “Yeah – just friends.”

“I mean…I hear what you’re saying but…Jake everyone always thinks we’re dating and we’re just friends. Always have been. So…I mean…they could just be friends?” you explained, hopeful for both of you.

“You know as well as I do they were a thing recently, why wouldn’t they be still? Besides, I really don’t feel like making a fool of myself by asking Penny out and then being told I don’t measure up to Maverick,” Jake said with a wry smile. “I mean, I know I don’t but that doesn’t mean I want to hear it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jake – stop. You are a catch and any woman would be lucky to have you. No more morose thoughts.” You paused for a moment before adding, “What if I ask? And then we’ll know?”

“Ask?” Jake parroted, wide eyed. “Like just…go up and ask?”

“I mean,” you shrugged, “I can just see if they’re together – I can tell her that I have someone in mind who’d be interested.”

“I would never be able to work alongside Maverick again,” Jake declared dramatically and you rolled your eyes.

“You idiot, I wouldn’t say it was you. I would just say I knew of someone and see what she says.”

“And when she says she’s happily dating Mav?” Jake said after a moment.

You hid your grimace as best you could and answered unthinkingly, “Then we drink our body weight in liquor, we wallow in self-pity and then we move on.”

Jake looked at you searchingly and you took a drink to avoid meeting his stare.

“We will, huh?” he asked and you wrinkled your nose. So much for keeping that one under wraps.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “If Penny is with Maverick, I’ll be right there beside you in misery.”

Jake turned his body to face you and you now had his undivided attention. Super.                        

“Really?” he asked quietly and you gave him a half-hearted glare. Like you were that much of an idiot to pretend and fall for someone so far out of your league, just to make him feel better.

You weren’t that nice.

He was still looking at you seriously and you stood up from the bar stool. Time to get this over with then. Forget Naval Aviators – you were the best freakin’ wingman of the century.

“Where are you going?” Jake almost demanded and you squinted at him.

“To go ask Penny if she’s taken or not, duh. Like we just talked about.”

“Why can’t you just ask her when she comes this way?” Jake asked and you looked at him with a raised brow.

“…are you going to be able to keep your feelings off your face?” you asked dubiously.

Jake pursed his lips and you patted him absently on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“What about your feelings?” he asked earnestly and you gave him a small smile.

“Jake, I’ve been hiding my feelings for Mav for a year. And I talk to him all the time. Another conversation isn’t going to show them. I’ll be fine,” you assured.

“…and when Penny happily says she’s dating Maverick?” he asked quietly and your smile turned grim.

“I’ve known he’s out of my league this entire time, Jake. Whether Penny is dating him or not doesn’t matter where I’m concerned.”

Jake made a noise you couldn’t quite decipher and you decided now was a good time to leave as you really didn’t want his pity, thanks. You grabbed your glass and then headed to where Penny was still standing by Maverick, though neither one seemed to be talking. Thankfully, the bar top was fairly deserted as the patrons all had recently filled drinks. You really didn’t need an audience for this.

Time for your game face.

“Heya, Pennoodles, Mav,” you greeted with a grin, sliding onto a stool one away from Maverick. “Hope I’m not interrupting!”

Mav greeted you with a grin in return, though it seemed thinner than usual and Penny gave you a smile that also seemed dull compared to others. Oh man. Hopefully this wasn’t a lover’s quarrel.

“Hey, Y/N,” Penny greeted, stepping over to you and reaching out for your glass. “Another?”

You have a nod, looking back and forth between the two. “Uh, yes, please. I’m…I’m not actually interrupting anything am I?”

Because wingman or not, there was no way you could sit here and help them sort out their relationship problems. Your game face wasn’t that good.

“No,” Penny assured as she turned to get you a refill. “You’re not interrupting.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Really? ‘Cause, uh – you both are very…subdued. I can come back later.”

Penny turned around with your fresh drink. “Come back later? You need something else?”

You hesitated, looking between her and Maverick, suddenly not sure of your plan. It’d seemed so easy when talking about it with Jake, but they were acting odd and you really didn’t want to make anything worse.

Especially if it was a lover's quarrel.

“You and Jake okay?” Maverick asked suddenly and you looked over at him in confusion.

“What? Oh, yeah, we’re fine.” Lovesick and pathetic, but fine.

Both Penny and Mav were looking at you searchingly now.

“You sure about that? If you need me to talk to him, I will,” Maverick offered and you tilted your head. The only thing you could think Maverick would need to talk to Jake about would be a shovel talk for Penny, but you hadn’t even gotten that far yet.

“Talk to him about what?”

Maverick gave a casual shrug. “Just…make sure he’s treating you right.”

“Treating me—“ Oh. Oh. “Mav, you do know that Jake and I are not together, right?” You and Jake had only denied dating every time someone asked so why people still assumed…

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry,” Penny spoke up, and you looked back at her to find a sympathetic look on her face. “When did this happen?”

You screwed up your face again. “When did it— Penny. Jake and I have never been together. Ever.” You almost added an ‘ew’ for good measure but remembered at the last minute that you were here to talk Jake up to Penny. In a roundabout, anonymous way.

“What?” Maverick asked, and you couldn’t decipher his tone or his expression. “You and Jake never dated?”

“No,” you said, somewhat exasperated. “Honestly, Mav, you have to have heard both Jake and myself deny it every time the Squad mentioned it.”

“I thought you guys just hadn’t figured it out yet,” the man said somewhat defensively and you rolled your eyes.

“I love Jake like a brother. Since the day I met him. And honestly, Mav, with how often the Squad did bring it up, I think we would’ve ’figured it out’ just fine. If we were inclined to date. Which we’re not. Just to be clear.”

Penny and Maverick exchanged a significant look between them and you very much felt like you were interrupting.

“Anyway, if you two have…relationship stuff to talk about, I can make myself scarce,” you said abruptly as you grabbed your drink and stood up. They were acting decidedly odd and plan or no, you didn’t really want to hang around and third wheel.

“Relationship stuff?” Penny parroted, looking at you in confusion. “Pete and I aren’t dating.”

You desperately tried to quell the hope that tried to rise up. There were other things adults did besides ‘dating’.

“Ah, well…whatever you have it labeled as then?” you tried, inching away from the stool and this mortifying conversation. This was not going to plan at all.

Maverick snorted and looked at you in amusement. “Penny and I aren’t together in any sense of the word. Haven’t been since before the Mission.”

Now it was your turn to look at them searchingly. “Really?” you asked, surprised. “Huh. You guys seem like it.”

Penny actually rolled her eyes at you, though she was smiling. “Like you and Jake,” she said pointedly and you paused before giving a nod.

“Right. That’s…point taken.” You told Jake that they were just friends.

“I’m curious as to what else you wanted to talk about,” Maverick cut in. Both were looking at you curiously and you felt that maybe this conversation was back on track (especially now that you had confirmation that Penny and Mav weren’t dating) and you slowly sat back down on the bar stool.

“Well,” you started after a few moments, “I actually was going to ask Penny if she’s seeing anyone.”

There was surprised silence from the two adultier-adults before Penny asked quietly, “Why?”

“I’m taking a poll,” you quipped dryly, causing Mav to snort into his drink and Penny to smile. “I have someone who is…I think interested is too tame a word, but anything else sounds creepy this early on, so yeah, I know someone who is interested and I thought I’d see if you were even available before anything else.”

“Who is it?” Maverick asked while Penny just stared at you and you shot him a look.

“I can’t say yet, unfortunately. Which is weird, I know. But if Penny dear isn’t with anyone, then you know, we’d have a conversation about her type so I know if my guy even stands a chance.”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” Penny started slowly, looking at you carefully. “But…well, there is someone I…have had an eye on.”

You felt your stomach drop. Poor Jake.

“Ah. Well, good for you, Penny,” you said with an only slightly strained grin. You’d need to get Jake some of the good stuff for the pity party you two were about to throw. Nevermind the fact that Maverick wasn’t seeing Penny – he was so far out of your league you weren’t even going to shoot your shot with that one.

Surely since tomorrow was Saturday, tonight would be a perfect night for you both to drink your heartache away.

“Maybe they’re the same person,” Maverick said idly and you watched in fascination as Penny reached over and whipped him with a dish towel. Interesting.

“Maybe they are,” you agreed, though you weren’t going to get your hopes up for Jake. “If you tell me who you’ve got your eye on, I can tell you if it’s the same person,” you tried. Any information on Penny’s love interest would be helpful. Maybe Jake could just…conveniently be in the same place. All the time. Or her love interest could have an accident. There were options.

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea,” Penny hedged and now your curiosity was really peaked.

“We can always swear her to secrecy,” Maverick said in all seriousness. “She doesn’t work on base so it wouldn’t get out if it wasn’t the…right person.” Oh, so it was someone military then. Well…Jake was the ‘best of the best’, so surely he had to have a fighting chance?

“It’s not the base I’m worried about,” Penny muttered to Maverick, though you could clearly hear every word.

“Look,” you interrupted, causing both to turn to you, “if it really makes you that uncomfortable Penn, then don’t tell me. But I wouldn’t tell anyone if we end up not talking about the same person. That’s really not my style. Besides, I try my hardest to limit my social interactions.”

Maverick shook his head in amusement at your attempt at lightheartedness while Penny gave you a small smile, though her eyes were worried.

“I also would rather you not feel any differently towards me,” she said softly and you frowned.

“What? Why would I feel any which way? …this person is legal, right? …and a person?”

Maverick barked a laugh and Penny sighed in amused exasperation. “Yes, the man I have my eye on is both a person and well above legal age.”

“Then not sure why I would have an issue,” you shrugged, again trying valiantly to smother the spark of hope in your chest. Because it sounded like…

“Even if I’m talking about Jake?” Penny blurted and you froze. NO way. There’s no way!

Both Penny and Maverick were looking at you, Penny worried and Maverick’s expression again unreadable as you stayed silent for a few moments. But this was amazing – and not at all what you thought she was going to say but you’d hoped and now it was coming true and whoops they were both still staring at you –

“Penny!” you squealed, then tried to desperately reign it in so the whole bar didn’t overhear the conversation, “that’s amazing!”

Both of them looked at you a little warily and Penny ventured, “Are you sure? Because—”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure!” you interrupted, a wide grin practically splitting your face in two. “I’m positively sure. Jake was who I was talking about – the man is head over heels so I thought that I’d come over and see if you and Mav were dating so we’d be put out of our misery, and you’re not dating Mav, and you like Jake and Penny, this is so exciting, you gotta go over and say something to Jake ‘cause he won’t take my advice to just ask you out to coffee because he’s afraid that he won’t measure up to Mav, but you’re not dating Mav so it’s fine—”

The Mav in question was suddenly standing right next to you, his hand covering your mouth and cutting off your increasingly frantic rambling.

“Breathe, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Slow down and just breathe for us, alright?”

The giddiness you felt at Jake’s potential happily ever after was nothing compared to the feeling that coursed through you at having Maverick leaning into your personal space with his hand across your lips. Boy, you needed help.

You nodded at Mav and then he was stepping back from you and you dutifully took a breath.

“Better?” the man asked in amusement and you gave a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, sorry. I just got excited!” You turned to look at Penny. “Are you going to go talk to him?”

Penny raised her hands in surrender and gave you a smile, “Yes. I’ll go talk to him.”

“Sure you don’t want him to do the pursuing?” Maverick asked lightly, though there was a thread of protectiveness in his voice.

You spoke up before Penny could, “Believe me, Mav. He’ll do the wooing, no issue there. But right now, he just needs to know she’s open to it. Once she gives him the green light, it’s game over.”

Maverick’s eyes bore into yours. “And how do you know all of that?”

You rolled your eyes good naturedly. “Uh, I’ve gotten to know him real well over the last year? And besides, what do you think we were talking about so intensely over there all night?”

“That’s what we were wondering, weren’t we, Pete?” Penny said mischievously and you felt like you were missing something as they exchanged another look but you powered on.

“You, Penn. We were talking about you. Now, please, go put my brother out of his misery and consequently me out of mine,” you shooed, making the hand motions and everything.

Penny laughed and then headed over to Jake and you were turning in your stool to watch it go down but Maverick’s hand on your stool turned it back around to face him. Which was hot in it’s own right and really, that wasn’t fair.

“I think they deserve to have this moment to themselves, don’t you?” he asked with a grin and your petulant, “Not really,” made him chuckle.

“You did good as a wingman, Y/N,” Maverick said in approval that made your entire body tingle.

“Thanks, Mav. Jake is a good guy – he deserves to be happy.”

Maverick’s eyes searched yours before he said quietly, “You said something about seeing if Penn and I were dating to put both of you out of your misery – care to elaborate on that?”

Why were these men so observant.

“…No,” you murmured. You really had zero intentions of letting your feelings for Maverick be known to anyone else. The fact that Jake knew was bad enough.

And he’d better not tell Penny either.

“Sure about that?” Maverick asked, stepping closer until he was standing right in front of you.

You willed your body to not betray you and to act normal please. “Yep,” you answered, popping the ‘p’, and looking anywhere but at the man in front of you. You did not need to be told that this was never going to happen – you knew that just fine, thanks.

Said man hummed lowly and then warm, calloused fingers were curling under your chin and gently tipping your head to meet his eyes.

“That’s too bad,” Maverick said lowly, eyes gentle and smile warm. “I was rather hoping that you felt the same way about me that I feel about you.”

Your jaw dropped and you gaped up at him. What? Surely, you were misunderstanding. He couldn’t actually mean—

“You can’t have any idea how hard it was to speak with you, laugh with you, be around you and think all that time that you were in love with Jake,” the man interrupted your thoughts, fingers moving to gently caress your jawline. “I have nothing against Jake – he’s a good man, but thinking you were with him,” here Maverick trailed off and stepped closer, in between your legs, until you were both pressed up against each other. From your seated position on the stool, you had to look up at him and your breath caught at the look in his eyes. “It killed me, Sweetheart.”

You swallowed hard at both the look in his eyes and the hand that was moving from your jaw to the back of your neck.

“But now I know you’re not in love with Jake,” Maverick murmured, his face leaning down closer to yours, “and I’m not about to waste this chance.”

And then his head lowered and his lips brushed yours, cautiously, gently. A soft whimper tore itself from your throat and then the kiss turned harder and more possessive.

You clung to him for dear life, returning his affection and losing yourself in the feel and taste of Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.

When he let you up for air, you were breathless and dazed. You blinked up at him, still not quite comprehending how being a wingman for your pseudo brother turned into this. Not that you were complaining.

“What do you say, Sweetheart?” Maverick hummed lowly, still so close his breath mingled with yours. “Take a chance on me?”

You breathed out a “Yes” before he’d even finished his question. You weren’t sure how this had happened or what this man saw in you, but you weren’t about to waste this chance either.

A large grin spread over his face and you couldn’t help but stare in awe. The man really was too attractive for his own good.

“How about a date?” he grinned and you blinked up at him, still coming to grips with the abrupt turn your life had just taken.

“Date?” you repeated distractedly and the man gave a soft smile, leaning back in and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your lips.

“I want to do right by you,” he murmured against your lips. “I’m serious about this – about you. No cutting corners, no jumping into anything. You’re it for me and I want to show that to you.”

You blinked owlishly at him one more time – mind reeling. Maverick wanted you. Maverick wanted you.

The man leaned back at your silence and something in you snapped, you weren’t going to let him get away, and you hauled him back down to you by his jacket, smashing your lips to his in a fervent kiss.

He chuckled in the back of his throat before taking complete control and kissing you so deeply and thoroughly that when you separated, it took you a moment to remember where you were.

Maverick looked at you with a sort of male pride that should have made you bristle but instead just shot heat through you.

“That a yes to the date then?”

[tgmifanficwriter]

Just Being There

The girl Maverick loved, losing her RIO, but not dealing with it in the best way possible. Taking her home and just being there for her wc: 1K

I had just lost my RIO, my best friend a couple of days ago, instead of dealing with it, I decided to go to the bar. Goose, Ice, Slider were there watching me before one of them called Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. They walked over to me, "You need to slow down, Midnight." Ice said. "Don't tell me what to do." I said as I downed another drink, "Another one." I pushed it to the bartender. He set my drink down in front of me. "He's right." Goose said. I sighed deeply, "You guys worry too much. I'm fine." I whispered. I looked up when I saw the door open and that's when I saw him, I groaned, "Who called him?" I asked. Maverick walked over, "How many has she had?" He asked them. "3. Working on her fourth one." Slider said. Mav closed his eyes as he walked over to me, "Maverick!" I said as I touched his shoulder. "Sweetheart, you need to take it easy." He said. Pete Mitchell was my best friend and I loved him, but I've never told him. "You don't know what I'm going through," I said, poking his chest, "None of you do." I whispered. "I may not know what you're going through, but what I do know is this isn't you." Mav said softly. "Maybe it is now." I said. "No, it's not. I know you." He said. "Maybe you thought you did, Pete." I shrugged. "No. I do know you and the years I've known you, you've never done this before because this isn't who you are." He said.

"I've never had something like this happen to me, so..." I said as I reached for my drink, but he was faster than me and slid it away from me, "Give me that." I said. "No. I'm not letting you do this to yourself. You're better than this," He took my hand and pulled me up, I stumbled, but he wrapped his arm around my waist, "I'm taking you home. Come on." He said. "I don't wanna go home, Pete. I wanna stay here!" I said. "Midnight, he's right. You need to go home." Goose said. "Let's go." Mav whispered in my ear. "Fine." I sighed deeply, not wanting to argue. "Good. Now, come on." He said as he walked me out of the bar, to his bike. He got on and helped me on the back, "Hold onto me tight." He said. I wrapped my arms around his waist, tightly. He started the motorcycle and took me to my place. He helped me off and inside, taking me to the bedroom, laying me down, "Get some sleep, alright?" He said. I had already passed out, he kissed my forehead, "I love you. I'm not going anywhere." He whispered as he walked out and to the couch, laying down himself, trying to get some sleep, but knowing that the girl he loved was hurting, broke his heart. 

The next morning, I woke up with a headache, I groaned as I got out of bed and went to the kitchen for some coffee. I looked up and saw Maverick, he looked up, "Hey, there." He said. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "You don't remember?" He asked. "Remember what? All I know is I was at the bar and then you came along, after that, I have no clue, Mav." I said. "I took you home." He said. "And did you stay or something?" I asked. "Yeah, I wasn't gonna leave you alone." He said, walking over to me with a cup of coffee, handing it to me, "Thanks." I nodded. "It's no problem, sweetheart." He winked as he went back by the counter to stand, I walked over to the bar stool and sat down, I took a drink. "So, is that all that happened last night?" I asked after a few moments of silence. "Yes, I promise. You had me worried last night and I don't usually get worried." He said. "Why were you, Pete?" I asked. "Because in all the years I've known you, I've never seen you like that. Please, don't hate me when I tell you this..." He said, I looked at him, "That's not what your RIO, your best friend would've wanted you to do." He said. My eyes teared up, "I know..." I whispered, "I'm sorry." I said quietly. He smiled softly before taking my hand in his, pulling me up and into his chest, "You don't have to be sorry. It's okay. I know you're hurting and I know you miss him, but I'm here for you, I promise." He said, holding my face in his hands.

I laid my head on his chest, crying as I wrapped my arms around his waist, tightening my grip on him. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand on the back of my head, "Shh, you're okay, baby." He whispered in my ear, I cried more. "I'm so sorry." He said, his voice on the verge of breaking, he rubbed my back lovingly, letting me know that he was there for me. I slid one of my hands through his hair, he squeezed me gently, I hugged him back tighter, I pulled back slightly, looking at him, "Thank you for being here, Mav." I whispered, my eyes filled with tears, one fell down my face, but he was quick to wipe it, he rested his forehead to mine, "You're welcome. I always will be." He whispered as he kissed my cheek. "Mav?" I said. "Yeah?" He asked. "I- I love you." I said. He smiled softly, cupping my face, "I love you, too." He kissed me softly, I kissed him back before hugging him again, he hugged me back tighter, kissing my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back and looking at me, "You're my girl. You always have been, you just didn't know it." He winked and chuckled. I chuckled softly, "Always, baby." I kissed him sweetly, he kissed me back. He nodded, "Always, sweetheart." He said. We went to sit on the couch and cuddle. From that day forward, I knew I had Maverick in my corner and I always would.

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His Dog Tags

His girl and his dog tags wc: 1.3K

Mav and I have been together almost as long as we've been in the Navy. He was my best friend. We were on our way to graduating from Top Gun. We were hanging out in his room and I thought back to the night he told me his feelings for me.

One night Maverick knocked on my door, I opened it and smiled. He had that gorgeous smile on his face, "I need you to come with me." He said. "Mav, it's 11 at night," I chuckled, "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "I don't care," He leaned over, touching my arm and whispered in my ear. "Well, if I told you where we're going, it'd ruin my surprise, now come on." He said as he pulled me outside and to his bike. "Get on and hold on tight, sweetheart." He chuckled. "Yes, sir." I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his cheek before I laid my head on his back. He smiled widely and took us to the marina. He held his hand out for me to take, I took it and he helped me off his bike. I walked to the edge of the boardwalk and stood, turning to face him. I smiled as he walked toward me and stood beside me. I turned, looking out over the water, putting my hand on the railing in front of us. "Are you gonna tell me what we're doing here at almost midnight?" I asked him, giggling. He took a deep breath and exhaled, he put his hand on top of mine. "You're my best friend," He started. "You're my best friend, too, Pete." I said.

He smiled softly. He then grabbed my arm turning me to him, I looked at him. "Mav, what is it?" I asked. He closed his eyes, "There's something I need to tell you." He said. "Okay, and what's that?" I asked. "I- I've been in love with you ever since I met you." He said. "I'm sorry, you what?" I said. "I'm in love with you." He said again as he cupped my face, I looked at him and held his wrists, I smiled, "I'm in love with you, too, Pete Mitchell." He smiled, "You are?" He chuckled. I wrapped my arms around his neck, "Yes, very much so. Since I first laid my eyes on you and we talked for the very first time. Remember the night at the bar with you and Goose?" I laughed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, "How could I forget?" He laughed and kissed me, "Talking to you that night at the bar was the highlight of my night." He kissed me again. "Aw, Mav, my heart." I chuckled and put my hand over my heart, he chuckled and shook his head. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Is mine." He looked at me and winked. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulled him in and kissed him, "It was the highlight of my night, too." I smiled at him.

"You must've been having a bad night then if talking to me was the highlight of your night." He laughed, I hit him playfully, "Shut up." I laughed. "Hey, I'm just saying." He said as he pulled me closer to him. "I don't think we can get any closer, Mav." I giggled, he shrugged, "I love being close to you, okay?" "I love being close to you, too." I smiled. "So, even with how cocky I was, you really enjoyed talking to me that night?" He asked. "Was? You're still cocky, Lieutenant Mitchell." I chuckled. "Yeah? Well, so are you. You're Ms. Cocky." He chuckled softly and rested his forehead to mine. I gasped, "Am not!" "Oh, yes, you are and you know it! But that's another reason why I love you." He ran his fingers through my hair, I slid my fingers through his, "I love you, too." I kissed him, he kissed me back. He smiled, "Come on, let's get back." I sighed, "But I don't wanna leave." I pouted and laid my head on his chest. He rested his chin on top of my head and squeezed me, I smiled. "Then let's stay a little longer." He said as he pulled back. "Sounds good to me, baby." I smiled as I held his hand and looked out at the water, he interlaced our fingers together, I rested my head on his shoulder, he rested his head on mine. We eventually went back to our rooms.

Back in his room with him, everyone knew about us. He had the bathroom door open, I saw him step out of the shower and wrap the towel around his waist. "I swear, Maverick, you leave the door open on purpose, don't you?" I said. He laughed, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." He said as he winked at me. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Uh-huh. Whatever my hot boyfriend." I winked back at him. "Well, I swear you only wear my white t-shirts just because you know it drives me even more crazy for you." He told me. "Hmm, okay, maybe. But also because they're comfy and smell like you." I said as I giggled. "Yeah, whatever my hot girlfriend." He laughed, I threw a pillow at him, he caught it. I groaned. "You know I'll always catch it." He said. "Yeah, yeah." I smiled at him, he smiled back. "Babe, have you seen my dog tags? I could've sworn I left them right here." He asked me. "I don't know what you're talking about, babe. You sure you didn't set them elsewhere?" I asked trying not to laugh. He looked at me. "What?" I asked him. "Why do I have a feeling you did something with them?" He said as he came out of the bathroom. "What makes you think I would do something with them? I have my own dog tags." I said.

"Because I know you. You've stolen my jacket before." He chuckled. "Hey! In my defense, I was cold and your jacket just so happened to be right there, okay?" I said as I shrugged. "Right." He said. "As far as your dog tags go, I don't know. Just hurry up and get over here, I wanna cuddle." I smiled. "Nope. Not until they're found." He pointed his finger at me. I gasped, "Mav!" "Where are they, baby?" He asked. "Ugh, if you must know, where do you think, baby?" I chuckled as I held them up. He shook his head as he came over to me, "I knew it." He said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "I would've gone on longer about them, but you're lucky I want cuddles. So please, now can we?" I asked him sweetly. "Hmm..." He thought about it. "Pete," I leaned over and put my chin on his shoulder, "Pretty please?" I said as I kissed his jaw. He smiled and laughed, "You're lucky I love you." He said as he sat back, wrapping his arms around me and sitting me on his lap. "I had a feeling you had them all along, I was just gonna see how long you were gonna go on." He said and reached up to touch his chain, "I actually love it when you wear my things. They look good on you." He said as he slid his hands underneath his shirt I wore to touch my back and pull me closer to him.

"Do they, baby?" I whispered. "Very much so." He whispered back. I wrapped my arms around him, leaning in and kissing him. He kissed me back. "I love you." I told him, smiling. "I love you, too." He smiled back. I rested my forehead to his and enjoyed being in his arms. I sighed contently. "Happy?" He asked me as he scratched my back softly. "I'm very happy, Mav." I said. "How about you?" I asked him as I held his face in my hands. "More than you know, baby. You've changed my life for the better." He said. "So have you, baby. That night you told me how you felt about me, made my life complete." I said. "Mine too, sweetheart." We smiled and cuddled closer.

Again I'm far beyond what you call a writer, but Pete Mitchell is one of my favorite characters and I just needed something

[muxshwriting]

hii! New to your blog, and I love it! Could you do a Pete Mitchell (86) x reader? Maybe like they’re at the military party in the beginning of the first movie? And he asks her for a dance to a slow song? Just something sweet ^^

awww, it's such a cute moment <3

my darling

[muxshwriting]

my darling

pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x reader

summary: pete asks you to dance || word count: 0.9k || masterlist

REQUESTED: Could you do a Pete Mitchell (86) x reader? Maybe like they’re at the military party in the beginning of the first movie? And he asks her for a dance to a slow song? Just something sweet ^^

The military ball was in full swing, everyone there dressed in their finest and frocks. You’d spent so long getting ready, stressing yourself and Mav out by association through choosing your dress.

"What about this one?"

You’d gone out shopping for some new dresses for the biggest military ball you’d ever been invited to. Pete glanced up from his beer, unable to stop the way his face lit up with awe at the sight of you.

The dress itself is floor length, a dazzling colour that seems to make you skin glow from within. Your hair isn’t done, bare-faced and tired from a day of shopping.

Pete thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world.

He always thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world.

"It looks stunning on you dear." His voice was laced with admiration, unable to take his eyes off you. "You’ll fit in with all the admiral’s wives if you’re not careful."

"Pete-"

He grins wider, if that was even possible. "Tell me I’m wrong," he dared.

"Pete-"

"Hmm?"

You shake your head at his attitude and his absolution in his beliefs, the concrete fact to him that you’ll stand out in any room you’re in, that you shine brighter and better that women ranked higher than you in the pillar of navy wives. "Stop talking."

"Yes Ma’am."

His antics continue in the run up to the ball, even after you’ve decided on your dress and practised your hair for the day. Pete continues to shower you with praise and affection, all in a bid to boost your confidence and show his love.

You’d spent the afternoon getting ready meticulously, banning Maverick from your side of the bedroom and from getting anywhere near your vanity, lest he try and get involved and sneak a kiss before your lipstick dries. He takes far less time to get into his Navy dress uniform and comb through his hair until it’s calmed down.

"I’m ready!" You called out to Pete from the bedroom, smoothing down the front of your dress and double checking the fastens on your shoes.

There’s a scuffle as Pete hurries from where’s he’s been waiting downstairs to see you at your best. He catches sight of you at the top of the stairs, looking like a true princess and for a moment he thinks he can’t breathe.

He never used to understand what Goose meant when he talked about Carol, the pure unadulterated love that they shared and the trust that flowed so freed between them. He never understood how anything could top the feeling of flying a jet as fat as it could go high in the sky and feeling the way your body was pressed against your seat so much until you suddenly felt weightless.

He understands it all now. It was the same way he understood it when he first saw your face, when you walked down the aisle towards him, and once more now as you stand at the top of your staircase stabbing straight into his heart.

"How do I look?"

It was asked quietly, almost self-consciously.

Pete answers honestly, a reverence in his tone that comes out hushed and sweet. "Absolutely stunning."

Pete is dressed immaculately, uniform steamed and creased in the perfect places. It makes him look far smarter than normal, but you have to admit that the flight suit has its personal charm (especially slung around his waist). The sight almost makes your mouth water, reminding you of your wedding and the best days of your life.

"I love you," you reply quietly, taking the final step to press into his arms, careful not to crease either your own outfit or his.

Pete presses a gentle kiss against your lips, careful to not smudge or transfer anything. "Let's go, before I can't bring myself to leave and let others see you so perfect."

Time ticks on as you say your hellos around the edges of the ballroom, hooked onto Pete's arm. Three glasses of champagne later, Pete slips away for a moment, leaving you in the capable hands of Goose and Carol. He's not gone for long enough to miss him, just enough to do what he needed to.

A gentle intrumental song spreads throughout the room, the orchestra up on the stage moving in synchronised movements with their intruments and each other. It takes you a moment to realise but when you do, the tears can't help themselves from springing.

It's your wedding song, the same song you'd had your first dance as husband and wife to.

You turn to Maverick, meeting the eyes that were already fixed to you, "Was this you?"

He straightens with a slight nod, fixing his stance until it's perfect and offering a hand to you, "Will you give me a dance Mrs Mitchell?"

"I'd love nothing more."

Your hand slips into his because it belongs there as he leads you onto the dance floor, hand wrapped possessively and warming around your waist. Your own hands rest one in his and one of his shoulder, fingertips ever so slightly brushing the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck.

The pair of you rock from side to side, Pete moving occasionally to spin you.

"I could stay like this forever, just you and I."

He smiles, the one from ten years ago, when you’d met. "I’d loving nothing more." He replies, repeating your words back to you.

[bellarkeselection]

Heyy, saw ur accepting requests for Mav. Can u maybe write one where Mav and reader are old friends n reader finds out about the Darkstar project and flips out bc WDYM U ALMOST DIED????

You’re my Mach 10

Busting in the control room everyone including someone dressed in different military badges turned their heads in my direction as I stomped past them never taking my eyes off the many tv screens showing what my best friend was up to this time. The admiral began to speak but I held up a hand ignoring him as I went and snatched Hondo by the front of his shirt. “Hondo, you better tell me right now why my best friend is pushing to Mach 10.”

“Y/n, he said that he wanted to prove that it could be done before Admiral Kane arrived.” Hondo gulped, eyeing the man dressed up in a full military uniform with an angry expression on his face. “Speaking of Admiral Kane I’d like you to meet Y/n Bradshaw.”

“I’m not here for conversation, soldier. Tell him to ground that plane NOW!”

Gripping Honda’s shirt in my fingers I glared at him grabbing the speaker part of his headset where they could talk between each other. “Pete Mitchell, you better get your ass down here this instant!”

“Y/n, we need to meet Mach ten.”

The admiral standing behind me with his gruff voice focusing his attention on the aviator over the headset rather than me. “You’re early and I demand to know why.”

“Uh Maverick, Admiral Kane is asking-“

The admiral cut Hondo off abruptly. “Ordering.”

“Ordering that we bring her down.” As if on cue Maverick started responding in a broken response like the coms weren’t working correctly and Hondo picking up on it. “This is where we’ve had some trouble, sir. Did anyone offer you a coffee?”

Shifting my gaze back to the multiple screens I bit my lip feeling the sick uneasy feeling building in the pit of my stomach. I got sick to the point I threw up every time he put his butt in any form of a fighter plane for the Navy. Pete wasn’t the only person who lost his wingman Nick “Goose” Bradshaw. He was my brother first before he ever joined the Navy and became an Aviator.

Nick and I were super close growing up, we were never apart from each other until he took the oath to serve the United States of America. We had similar friends, the other always went to the siblings sporting events, hell I was the only one beside our mom who was allowed to call him Nickolas. So to say his death hurt is an understatement….it nearly shattered me for the rest of my life.

My saving grace was Pete “Maverick” Mitchell….except he had no idea how much he meant to me.

You see I have had a massive crush on the aviator long before we lost my brother. And yet I feel that it has gotten stronger with how much I care ahh him now that my brother is gone. The problem was I was too nervous to admit that to him and he seemed too oblivious to pick up on the secret I was keeping from him.

“You’ve got gumption kid I’ll give you that.”

The admiral’s voice drew me from the trance I must have been in because I gasped seeing that Maverick hadn’t just reached what they were calling Mach 10 but he had surpassed it by going to Mach 10.1. Immediately afterwards the tv screens began going in and out and it was difficult to see Maverick’s image on them. Then abruptly they all went completely dark and the communication between us and him was cut off.

Whipping my head around to Hondo my eyes went bug with heavy tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. “Hondo, what just happened?”

“Uh - we lost coms with him, Y/n.”

Hitting my hands on the desk I got in his face, feeling tears already sliding down my face. “Get them back now. Get Pete back on that coma line right now!”

“Ma’am, I’d suggest you follow my orders and leave this room before I have you escorted off the base for insubordination.” Admiral Kane declared to me clearly not caring how I felt about the situation.

“Admiral, I -“

He blankly stared back at me, before I dropped my shoulders leaving the room in a huff. “I don’t recall asking you a question, Ms. Bradshaw.”

“You didn’t, sir…..I’ll go now.”

I couldn’t keep track of how long it has been since the control room incident. There’s been no news for the last twenty four hours and I am getting close to losing my mind over it. Laying on top of my bed inside the small apartment I have on base my mind keeps racing with every worst case scenario of what happened to him. I’m not stupid, I know this job, this oath that we’ve taken to defend the country comes with us losing people around us. But Maverick isn’t just anyone to me.

Covering my face with my hands I groaned heavily feeling tears welling up in the corner of my eyes wishing to hear anything. And by some miracle my prayer was answered when my phone started ringing where I picked it up from the nightstand, pressing it to my ear. “Hello, who is this?”

“Am I speaking with Ms. Y/n Bradshaw?”

“Yes, this is her. What is this about?”

“We see you are listed as the emergency contact for Captain Pete Mitchell. We have some information on him.”

Closing my eyes a shuttered inhale went inside of my body as I prepared myself for what was next the second the question left my mouth. “How - how - is he alive?”

“We can’t disclose anything more than that we require you to come to the hospital. He was in critical condition and is now coming out of surgery.”

My mouth parted slightly while I did the best I could to process what was just explained to me over the phone. I wasn’t sure how to feel about what was happening right now. And the thought of Pete dying was too much to bear. Shifting to the edge of the mattress I began putting my feet on the floor, scrambling to switch clothes and not drop the phone at the same time.

“I am on my way right now. Thanks for the update.”

The drive to the hospital was the fastest I have ever driven on the ground in my life compared to how fast I fly through the sky. Skidding into a parking spot flinging the door open and closed I rushed inside the doors and past the front desk once the nurse told me what room he was in. Pushing open the door labeled with a 208 I halted in my tracks covering my mouth with my hands unexpectedly once finding the man I love laying in a bed.

Maverick laid across a mattress wearing a hospital gown, covered in bruises from head to toe it seemed and his hair was sticking up in all different directions. Carefully walking up to the edge of his bed I hesitated in calling out his name yet deep down I needed to know if he was alive or dead. “Mav…..Maverick…..Pete.” Lowering one hand downward my hand gently shook him by his shoulder, waiting for some type of response.

“Y…..Y/n?” Pete blinked up at me, slow and disoriented, but the second he recognized my face, something in his expression eased.

“Hey…”

I let out a breath that was half a sob, half a laugh. “Don’t you hey me.”

“You’re here.”

“Of course I’m here. You scared the hell out of me, Pete.”

He didn’t joke this time but rather showed me a softened expression when he knew no one was looking. “I didn’t mean to,”

“You almost died! Do you understand that? You almost left me. Why - Why would you do that?”

He exhaled, slowly, trying to defend his actions but that wouldn’t work on me. “Because I had to prove it could be done. Because Kane was going to shut us down. Because… that’s what I do.”

“That’s not good enough. Not when it almost cost your life!”

His eyes lifted back to mine, steady now. “It wasn’t supposed to go that way.”

Sitting down on the edge of the bed tears began falling down my face with my voice cracking in an attempt to get the words out. “I thought I lost you. And I can’t - Pete, I can’t go through that again.”

“Y/n, I’m a pilot. It’s - I’m still here.”

“I already lost my brother. I can’t lose you too.”

Closing my eyes I let relief come over me as his hand raised up brushing hair out of my face gently. He sighed heavily before he spoke. “You know, right before everything went black… I thought about you. I thought that I should’ve told you how much you mean to me. How long you’ve meant it.”

“Mav…”

He squeezed my hand that was now holding his, grounding himself in me. “You’re the thing I push for. The thing that keeps me steady. The thing that makes me want to come back down.”

“Pete, you don’t have to -“

“You’re my Mach 10. You’re the one thing I can’t outrun. And I don’t want to.”

A huge grin crossed my face when he leaned forward connecting our lips together in a long kiss. I’d definitely imagined what it would feel like yet my dreams didn’t compare to the real thing. Moving my fingers into the fabric of his hospital gown deepened the kiss until he broke it.

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re my wingwoman so you’re stuck with me.”

[liltinycreature]

Secret Kisses

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader

Summary: After a flight, you and Maverick sneak off for some alone time

GN!Reader, secret relationship, established relationship, kissing, sneaking around

The hallway was almost empty as you and Maverick were on your way to the showers after a long day. As you walked past a small broom closer, you checked behind you. No one was there. You grabbed his arm and dragged him along with you it.

You closed and locked the door behind him before pushing your lips against his. He leaned back against the wall and kissed you back eagerly. His lips tasted salty from the sweat, both yours and his. Your hands were all over each other, his hair, your back, his shoulder, your neck.

Suddenly, you felt his tongue press against your closed lips. You opened them, letting him enter your mouth. Your tongue slid against his, causing him to let out a small, quiet groan. He pulled away, smirking.

"Couldn't wait until after the showers, huh?" He asked, cocky as always. He didn't even let you answer before he kissed you again, even more passionately now. You couldn't resist reciprocating it, so you kissed him back.

When you eventually needed air, you pulled away. It was your turn to smirk this time.

"I don't think you can say anything, Mav. You seem quite impatient yourself," you replied, giving him a taste of his own medicine by kissing him quickly.

He chuckled into the kiss. You could feel his smile against your lips.

You must've stayed there for twenty minutes, lost in the two of you when you heard footsteps outside.

You pulled away, frozen. You barely dared to breathe. But Maverick was unfazed. He leaned towards you again, placing a kiss square on your lips.

A million choices ran through your head. You could push him away, you could run outside. But you decided on just kissing him back. You figured he would cause less fuss that way.

Luckily, your hypothesis was correct. Your lips stayed locked until the footsteps disappeared.

"You're a dick," you mumbled as you pulled away.

"And yet you're still here with me," he replied smugly.

And you couldn't argue with that.