I need to read that 😂😂
Fic idea: The dagger squad play hear me out came game and they all start putting mav as their hear me out especially hangman and rooster realises his friends think his godfather is hot 😂.
Bradley (13 years): Would you help me make a prank on Uncle Mav and Ice?
Slider: What the hell baby Goose??
Bradley: Sorry, my bad.
Bradley: *Whispering* Would you help me make a prank on Uncle Mav and Ice?
Slider: *Whispering* Of course dude, what do you need?
My personal headcanon as to why Ice wears sweatpants in the volleyball scene is that the night before, he hooked up with Mav and told him “no marks on the chest, we’re going to the beach tomorrow and I always take my shirt off.” So Mav covered his thighs in hickeys.
And the next day Ice has to convince Slider to wear sweats
Before he can think more on it, before he can open his mouth to ask Carol what she would do if she woke up four decades younger-- a tiny voice calls out, clear and eager.
“Unc’a Mav!”
Pete’s heart stops in his chest, his breath catching painfully in his throat. A small form appears at the end of the hallway, sleepy and stumbling, but instantly recognizable. A toddler in his pajamas, with sleepy eyes that snap wide awake when they land on Pete.
Bradley.
Without thinking, Pete’s legs give out beneath him. He falls to his knees in an instant, his hands reaching out, and without hesitation, Bradley throws himself at him. The weight of the little boy in his arms is like a spark to his soul. The way Bradley clings to him, his small arms wrapping around Pete’s neck, is so familiar it nearly knocks the breath out of him.
“Oh, Baby Goose,” Pete chokes out, his voice raw with emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Bradley’s small body wiggles in his embrace, giggling.
Pete holds him so tightly, afraid that if he lets go, this moment will slip away, that this little boy—the one who’s still innocent, still whole—will disappear.
This is a Bradley who he didn’t lose. A Bradley who hadn’t stopped talking to him at 18, who hadn’t shut him out as he grew older. A Bradley who didn’t grow up without him.
Pete kisses the top of his head, his tears wetting the little boy’s messy hair, and he pulls him closer. Bradley doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes, too busy wrapping his arms tighter around Pete’s neck.
This was it. The one thing he never thought he could have again. The one thing that had slipped through his fingers so painfully—but now, now it’s here. And Pete can’t let it go.
“I’m here, Baby Goose,” Pete whispers, his voice shaking.
Damn it I'm going to write an entire fic on this, aren't I
Ehhhh I know no one here expect you (so idk who to tag) but still, I wanted to try wehehe🙏
Thx for the tag🥴<3 @yukalovestopgungays
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Goose: So when you two fight, he makes you sleep on the couch?
Maverick: No, it's even worse
Maverick: He sleeps on the couch. So on top of being alone, I'm left feeling guilty that he has to sleep on the couch because of me and I'm up all night thinking about my actions
Wolfman: Oh shit, I have to make sure Wood never learns this
*Meanwhile*
Iceman: I slept like a baby
Slider: *Nodding* I see
Hollywood: Taking notes
Tc uses his hands when talking and explaing and over found that pilots as a bunch are quite visually focused, so gimme a Mav that is in the middle of a explanation of a new maneuver to the daggers and its not getting through, so he just starts a bunch of wild flowy and vaguely harsh gestures, in complete silence with his hands and arms, flipping his palms and waving his arms over his head every so often. The he stops, hands at his sides and looks at them.
And in unison they all go ohhhhhhhhh and nod.
The wand be like : lemme knock some sense into you boi
Draco: “I hate Potter!”
Draco’s wand: “Actually Potter is your soulmate.”
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