#dead nick goose bradshaw

[pollyna]

They, he and Ice and sometimes Slider too, used to spend hours watching Bradley play around their little garden. He was five, then ten, fifteen and crying over some girl and then some body and then he was eighteen. Then they stopped spending all that time outside because Bradley wasn't around anymore and Maverick was back on a jet far far away to not deal with all the bullshit but still find the way to make peace with what he did.

It's not a garden but a beach, Bradley passed his twentieth birthday by a decade and only Slider is there with him. Some days they laugh about the Daggers and somedays they leave before Penny can send their drink out because, sometimes, Bradley says or moves his head in a certain way and both of them can see Goose and Ice in him so much it's like having them there. Mav knows, and Slider does too, that Bradley is more than just them and sometimes it does good to remember about it and sometimes it only helps as a reminder of what, who, they lost.

[icemavly]

CHARLIE DALTON AND PETE MITCHELL. DAMN IT, NEIL. THE NAME IS NUWANDA / I’M MAVERICK. richard siken, war of the foxes. natalie diaz, a brother named gethsemane. crywank, only everyone can judge me. trista mateer, ask again later. reddit discussion, “why are some people so confident?”

[hard-deck-confessions]

After his mother, Bradley’s favorite person was always Maverick. His earliest memory was sitting on top of the piano at Kansas City Barbeque while his dad and Mav belted out a less than beautiful rendition af Great Balls of Fire and then being carried out dozing off in Mav’s arms. Although, he's not sure if he really remembers that day or if he can just picture it so vividly because Mav talked about it so often. Mav talked about a lot of memories with Goose. He told some stories so much, Bradley had them memorized word for word.

Mav was a constant in Bradley's childhood. He made sure he was there for every birthday, every Christmas, and on the anniversary of Goose's death he always took Bradley and Carol out for the night. If he was on land near by, he was there every Wednesday for family dinner—there was always an extra place set for Goose those nights.

When Bradley was in 3rd grade and didn't want to be in his school's Father's Day program, Mav dropped everything to be there, he didn't even bother to change out of his jumpsuit. He didn't care that he would face discipline for rushing off before debriefing; the look on Bradley's face when he saw Mav right next to his mom in the front row was enough to get him through a lifetime of reprimands.

Mav was the one who taught Bradley to ride a bike. He put band-aids with (somehow) poorly drawn smiley faces on every scraped knee and elbow during the very long process because, while Bradley might have been a natural pilot, biking did not come as easy. Mav took him to ball games on the weekends in the summer when he could and made sure he had the best swing on his little league team. He helped him fix up Goose’s old truck and then taught him to drive it. He never lost his temper, but instead laughed every time Bradley stalled it.

“Damnit!” Bradley would yell, slamming his fist on the steering wheel in frustration. “I swear, I'm never going to get this thing out of the neighborhood!"

“Just calm down and try again, kid.” Mav would say with a smile a mile wide. “You've got this."

Mav was the only person Bradley thought to call at 3am after hiking a mile in the pouring rain to the nearest gas station because he'd gotten his truck stuck in a ditch taking a corner too fast. Mav was there in 20 minutes. And instead of reprimanding him about his carelessness, Mav bought the shivering teen a hot chocolate and told him the story of how he wrecked his dad's old beloved car when he was in high school.

When Bradley graduated from high school, Mav gave him Goose's helmet. He'd pulled strings 16 years prior to keep the helmet from being repurposed for another pilot and paid a pretty penny to get it, but he'd never tell Bradley that. Bradley only found out when he joined the Navy himself.

Maverick loved Bradley like his own kid, and he felt responsible for him because, despite what any military hearing said, he would always blame himself for Goose’s death. That was why pulling his papers was the hardest decision he'd ever made and the easiest at the same time. He tried not to regret it, but Maverick hated feeling Bradley pull away from him; he hated that he wasn't one of the kid’s favorite people any longer.

But Bradley's favorite person never stopped being Maverick, it was only Rooster that couldn't face Captain Pete Mitchell.

Until he could.

- Hazard

[unhappycylinder]

Hi can you pls write more goose x reader, and also just pls come back!

Take Care of Yourself, Okay?

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x fem!Reader

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, break-ups, mutual pining, Thanksgiving & Christmas mentioned, more angst

Summary: When Y/n’s heart breaks under the weight of loving a man always just out of reach, she’s ready to walk away — until Nick shows up on her doorstep on Christmas Eve, begging for one last chance to make things right.

Thank you sm for this request, Anon <3 <3 And thank you for your patience while I wrote this little piece for the Holidays!

The light from your tv illuminated the living room, straining your already tired eyes. Every noise snapped your attention to the phone on the side table, anxiety halting your every breath as you desperately tried to relax on the couch. 

Nick was supposed to call…it was Thanksgiving after all…but as the time approached 10 pm you began to believe that call may never come. 

Carrying around the burden of missing him was hard, and each day that passed without a word allowed doubt to creep a little deeper into your heart. 

By the time the phone actually rang, the sound of the crowd cheering on Oprah combined with your exhaustion made you think you were hallucinating. By the fifth ring, you were scrambling to answer, heart pounding as you pressed the phone to your ear. 

“Hey,” his voice came through, crackling slightly, but unmistakably him.

A wave of relief washed over you, but it was quickly replaced with frustration and hurt.

“I was beginning to think I'd never hear from you,” you chuckled slightly, trying to bring your heart rate down.

“I know it’s been a while,” he sighed. “They’re working us pretty hard out here.”

“I know.” You gripped the receiver tightly, your  knuckles whitening as you forced a smile he couldn’t see. “I just… Happy Thanksgiving, Nick.”

There was a pause, the silence hanging between you, heavy and sharp, and for a moment, you thought the line had dropped. But then he spoke again, his voice softer, a little remorseful. “Shit… Happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart.”

You swallowed, willing yourself to keep your tone steady. “I’m sorry I couldn’t call earlier,” he continued, his voice dipping low, almost apologetic. “It’s hard to keep track—”

“Yeah,” you cut him off, nodding as if he could see. You leaned your elbows on the arm of the couch, the sounds of laughter from Oprah’s show filling the silence he left.

There was another pause, longer this time, before Nick tried to break the tension with a small laugh. “So… what are you thankful for?”

Your throat tightened at his question, grip on the phone going slack for a moment. What were you thankful for? The question felt like a cruel joke, bringing up everything you’d been bottling up, every dark thought you tried to push away each lonely night.

“What am I thankful for?” you repeated, your voice low, trembling as you forced a laugh. “I don’t know, Nick. I guess I’m thankful for… days that feel a little less empty than others. For distractions. For work. Things that keep me from noticing just how alone I am.”

You could picture him on the other end, taking in your words, and for a moment you wanted nothing more than for him to break down the distance, to say something that would pull you back from the edge.

The silence that followed was sharper, and you could almost picture his face on the other end, the guilt in his eyes. But he didn’t say anything, didn’t reach across the distance between them to reassure you, to tell you it was all going to be okay.

“Y/n…” he finally said, his voice softer, pained. “I know this is hard. But I’m doing my best. You know I’d be there if I could. You know that, right?”

Your throat tightened, the anger simmering just beneath the surface, impossible to contain. “Do I?” you whispered, your voice shaking. “Because sometimes it feels like you’re out there living this whole other life — a life that I’m not a part of. You say you’re thinking about me, but it’s just… words, Nick. Words don’t keep me warm at night. They don’t make up for the fact that you’re not here.”

“I’m trying, Y/n,” he replied, his voice breaking slightly. “You think it’s easy for me? I’m out here, day after day, thinking about you, wanting to come home, and—”

“Then why does it feel like you’re slipping away?” you interrupted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why does it feel like… like I’m holding on to something that doesn’t even exist anymore?”

He sighed, the sound heavy, filled with a frustration that was as deep as hers. “I thought you understood what this life would mean for us,” he said, his tone sharper than you’d ever heard it before. “I thought you knew that I couldn’t just drop everything—”

“God, Nick, I know you can’t just drop everything,” you snapped, your voice raw, tears spilling over as you spoke. “I’m not asking you to be perfect. I just need to feel like I still matter to you. Like… like you’ll remember to fucking call me on Thanksgiving.”

He was silent, and the quiet that followed was more painful than anything he could have said. It felt like the final nail in the coffin of something they’d both clung to, something that had been slipping through their fingers, too fragile to hold onto.

“Maybe we’re asking too much of each other,” he said finally, his voice barely a whisper, and your heart shattered at the sound of it, at the resignation you could hear in his words.

Your voice broke as you tried to respond, your throat tight with the grief you’d been carrying alone for so long. “So… what? Are you saying we should give up?”

“I don’t know, Y/n,” he whispered, and you could hear the ache in his voice, the same ache you felt, stretching across the miles between you. “Maybe we both need to figure out what we really want.”

A sob slipped out, and you covered your mouth, trying to hold yourself together, but it was already too late. “Fine,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Maybe we do.”

For a brief moment, you thought he might take it all back, that he might say something to bring you back from the edge. But then he just muttered softly, “Take care of yourself, okay? I love you.”

And then the line went dead.

You sat there in silence, clutching the phone to your chest, tears falling unchecked. The sounds of Oprah’s audience laughing and cheering on the TV echoed around you, filling the room with a painful reminder of a happiness that felt so far away.

As you sat alone in the dim glow of the television, the emptiness you had been feeling for months finally settled in. 

–

The house was warm and full of life, Christmas lights twinkling from every corner, laughter and the smell of cookies filling the rooms. Y/n’s family had always gone all out for the holidays, and being around them brought you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. You smiled, trying to savor the warmth and joy, but it only magnified the empty space in your chest where Nick’s absence had settled like a shadow.

You had tried to convince yourself you were moving on, that this was for the best, but every time you looked at the empty spot on the couch next to you, your heart ached. Your family had asked about him, asked why he wasn’t there, but you brushed it off with a smile, saying he was still deployed. 

Then, amidst the hum of conversation and the soft strains of Christmas music, there was a knock at the door. You barely registered it at first, assuming it was one of your cousins arriving late. But your mother’s voice broke through, calling your name. “Y/n, honey, I think this one’s for you.”

Frowning, you made your way to the front door, your heart pounding before you even turned the handle, a faint, impossible hope sparking within you. And when you opened it, the world seemed to still.

There he was. Snow clung to his denim jacket and the ends of his hair, his cheeks flushed from the cold. His eyes found yours immediately, and the look on his face — raw, pleading, full of longing — broke your heart all over again.

“Nick,” you whispered, your voice barely carrying over the faint hum of Christmas carols from inside.

“I thought you’d be here” he smiled, his voice low and unsteady, “I went to your apartment, but you weren’t-”

“I came here,” you gestured inside the house, “whole family’s here this year…”

You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the weight of everything he’d been carrying too. You hesitated,glancing back over your shoulder where your family laughed, oblivious to the storm raging inside your heart. With a quiet nod, you stepped outside, shutting the door behind you and wrapping your arms around yourself.

You stood there in silence for a moment, the snow falling softly around you, the quiet too heavy, filled with the things neither of you had said in a month. 

“When did you get back?” You spoke up, eyes raking over his sleep-deprived face.

“Monday,” he hummed, the normalcy of the conversation somehow making you feel even worse about it all.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he started, voice barely above a whisper. “I know I shouldn’t just show up out of nowhere, not after everything… but I couldn’t let things end the way they did.”

Your throat tightened, every word tugging at your heart, filling you with an overwhelming mix of love and pain. “Nick…I didn’t think deployment was gonna be so hard for us…I didn’t think it’d make me feel like I mean’t nothing to you…” your voice broke on the last word.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out before he dropped it, unsure. “You don’t know how much I hate myself for that, for leaving you with so many doubts. I was so focused on… on my duty, on being strong out there. I thought if I could just push through, I could come back and make it right. But I see now that I was wrong. I hurt you, and I never wanted that.”

You shook your head, hugging yourself tighter. “I love you, Nick. I never stopped. But… loving you hurts. Every time you go, every time you leave me behind, I have to live with this emptiness. And I don’t know if I can keep doing that.”

He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping, and you could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt he carried. “I don’t want to keep hurting you. But I also don’t know how to stop loving you, Y/n. I’ve tried… but you’re all I think about. You’re home to me. And I can’t imagine a life where you’re not part of it.”

Your chest tightened, the longing in his voice piercing straight through your defenses. “Nick, if we do this, I need you to be here for me. I need you to reach out, to make me feel like I’m not just waiting for someone who might never come back.”

“I can do that,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “I swear, I’ll be better. I’ll call, I’ll write — whatever it takes. I’ll never leave you in the dark again. Just… please. Give us another chance. I can’t lose you.”

You felt your heart breaking and mending all at once, his words both a balm and a fresh wound. Slowly, you reached out, your hand finding his, the warmth of his skin grounding you, and in that moment, you knew you couldn’t let go. No matter how much it hurt, your love for him was stronger. The ache would always be there, but so would he.

With a shaky breath, you nodded, feeling the last of your resistance fade. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

His face softened, a look of relief flooding his eyes as he took your hands in his, pulling your close, wrapping your in his arms. You let yourself sink into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace thaw the hurt you’d held onto, if only for this moment.

“Thank you,” he murmured into your hair. “Thank you, Y/n. I love you… so much.”

You stood there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the snow falling softly around them as the pain began to melt away.

Finally, you pulled back, a small, hesitant smile tugging at your lips. “Come inside,” you said, your voice steadier now. “My family’s here, and… well, they’ve been asking about you.”

He nodded, smiling as he squeezed your hand, and together you stepped back into the warmth and light of the house. As you entered, your family looked up, and your mother’s face broke into a grin, welcoming Nick with open arms. You held onto his hand, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you, and for the first time in weeks, you felt whole.

It wasn’t going to be easy — you both knew that. But as you shared glances across the room, love shining in your eyes, you felt a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could make it work, you could take care of each other.

[bobonboard]

Just realized I never posted this 🧍‍♂️

[missathlete31]

“Don’t tell me I’m some kind of medium?”

“Okay kid, how about I call you an extra large?”

The Top Gun/ Psychic/ Ghost Whisperer AU that NOBODY asked for!

Okay so is this a strange concept? Yes. But do I also think a Nick Bradshaw ghost giving dad jokes and obnoxious faces to Hangman while also trying to save all the Daggers lives and fix all their messed up relationships could work? Also yes! So here we are!

After his tragic death, Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw assumed that he would spend all the rest of his days in heaven watching those he cared about back on Earth. There was his wife Carole (who ended up joining him far too soon), his son Bradley and even his best friend Pete, amongst his other pilot friends who he liked to check in on. Goose couldn’t travel back to earth to see them, but he was able to peek through the clouds from time to time to see how life was treating them all.

Then one day Nick is given new orders and new abilities. Instead of being stuck watching from heaven, he’s allowed back down, given the task of getting the two people he loves most still in the land of the living to reconcile before a suicide mission. Goose is even shown the future, seeing his son and best friend killed if they don’t learn to work together and get past the history that has destroyed their relationship over the past decade and a half.

Nick is determined to fix this, refusing to allow another member of his family to die young and tragic and in a Navy plane. He prepares to head down but not before he is given the last important information, he won’t be able to communicate with either one of his loved ones. The only person who will be able to see or hear him is his son’s enemy and rival- Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. Goose has watched enough of Bradley’s life to know the relationship between Rooster and Hangman is far more complicated than it appears but even he is unsure how much the blonde will be willing or accepting to help.

For a mission requiring a lot of miracles, Nick Bradshaw will hope for a few more: that he can change the future and save his son and best friend and that maybe in the process he can mend some old hurts as well. After all, all these guys really need is some divine intervention. 😇

Let me know what you guys think!!! I’m really excited for this story!

[jakeotters]

does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?

[invaliowat]

Me coming back to this app after (holy shit) TWO MONTHS only to tell y’all that there is another chapter of the this is me trying series coming SO SOON if that is of interest to anyone anymore.

Anyway.

Bye 🫡

[maccawrites]

"Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros is extremely Goose/Carole-coded.

[aki-draws-things]

New idea, here i come---*trips into it*

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Mav and the daggers accidentally time travel back to the '86 summer, at Miramar. They try, they really try not to change anything, despite both Mav and rooster wanting to try, to dare. What could go wrong? But they don't do anything besides a quiet "oh, just be careful up there", that being something that sounds normal, not foreshadowing or past-future changing.

When they get back, though, everything changed, because Goose is standing right there, next to warlock and cyclone. And Iceman.

So, first thing first, both Mav and Roo just wrap themselves on Goose, definitely surprised, but it feels good, and he had been worried about them in the mission, so he just hugs and holds them back just as tight.

Then Mav moves towars Ice, to hug, and maybe smoothers the lines over his husband's forehead with a kiss. Except Ice steps back with a frown, there's a scar on his face that Mav is deadly sure wasn't there.

"what the fuck you think you're doing, Mitchell?!" he sounds angry, and worse, he sounds cold. Ice had never been cold with Mav, not even during the roughest paths. This is different. Wrong.

Mav blinks, confused.

"uhm... Giving my husband a hug?" he tries, but he doesn't sound so certain anymore.

Ice barks a laughter, he stares down at Mav, there's something in his eyes that feels so foreign. What have they done? How? What truly changed? He still feels the same for Ice, he loves him.

"husband? Like I would ever even love you, Mitchell."

Cold. Icy cold.

"i cover your sorry ass only because I made a promise. But oh, if I could go back and change everything I would without even thinking."he briefly congratulates with the daggers before turning and walking away.

A more and more confused Mav jogs after him despite goose's voice calling him back. He can't understand, he just can't. So he grasps at Ice's wrist and forces him to stop. Ice spins around, he looks... Furious. That's when Mav notices the dogtags at his neck, and the ring he knows so well dangling in between. It's not ice's, because his is still on his hand, though. It makes sense now, well, kinda. There's only one other person Ice, any Ice, in any time, cares that much about.

"touch me again, Mitchell," Mav takes an unconscious step back. "and there won't be any promise or guardian angel that will save you. I never understood what he saw in you to keep protecting you, but I know that his trust got him killed."

Slider? No. No, Slider never protected him or talked in his favor. Hell, he, hopefully jokingly, oppesed their wedding. But it was another slider, another time. One where Goose died.

"you weren't there, I was. When our jet went down because you did whatever the fuck you did. I was there to hold him when he-- he told me to keep you out of troubles in his stead. Because he knew. He fucking knew he was dying because you left us. And still he wanted to protect you."

He pokes hard at his chest and Mav is not sure if it hurts that much because Ice is strong or--

"you left us. Your wingmen. And Ron still had the guts to protect you. So, Mitchell, yes. I made a promise, but if I ever had a chance to have my partner back, believe me, you would be the first I'd sell."

Mav knows those words, they fall weird on ice's tongue, but he knows them because there had been a time when he said the same.

"I'd sell the whole world, if that could bring back Goose."

Ice leaves him there, stunned, and Goose finally approach him, with the daggers.

"seems like shit happened during the missions, didn't it?"

He smiles a bit sadly. Mav would say that it's fine. He has Goose back, why can't he shakes away the guilt then? Him and slider weren't exactly friends. More like acquainted because they both loved Ice. But is it worth? Having Goose back, is it truly worth?

They get back to their actual timeline, all of them, the one where Goose is dead and Ice is still his husband, and yes, they're all so damn exhausted that they may even start sleeping in the hangar, still in the flight suits, piled one on top of the others like puppies, uncaring if who might find them.

But the first thing Mav does, foreign guilt still lingering in his bones, is going search for Slider. Admiral Kerner, actually. And he finds him, sure he does, and perhaps it's Slider's turn to be confused and surprised when Mav just wraps himself on him and refuses to let go. And.. Oh, is he crying? Holy fuck why the hell is he crying?!

"what is it, Sli?"

Ice smiles when he answers the videocall, both so busy that meeting in person gets harder everytime.

"I don't know. Wanna tell me why your husband seems to suddenly love me and-- oh, no, don't you dare, you shorty. Drool on my uniform and I'm absolutely gonna drop your ass, I have a meeting in 30 minutes. Ice what the actual fuck?! Your husband is broken! Oh great... Drool on my shoulder and I have a meeting with the president because YOU can't come! Ugh..."

But Ice can't help but laugh more, whatever happened maybe things can be alright. (and he won't have to deal with his husband's flying antics on his own. He knows Slider all too well, he took him under his wing the first moment he saw him, he just won't ever say it aloud. But the fact that he has yet to drop Mav on the floor speaks loud enough, at least for Ice.)

"oh, Ice... The fledgings are pretty broken too, I think."

But there's amusement in his voice, as he turns the camera to show him the pile of puppy/aviators already sleeping soundly.

(if both Admirals now have several photos of them, it's only for their eyes.)

[spankmespence]

“i wish they showed that rooster had a sense of humor like goose did.” … goose didn’t have the extremely traumatic childhood rooster did.

rooster lost his dad at 4, then watched his mother slowly die of cancer by the time he was a teenager, then at 18 (when his mom was most likely dead already) his dads best friend/his godfather/uncle/pseudo father pulled his papers from the academy (w/o telling rooster why) which rooster only wanted to join in the first place bc it was a way to be with his dead father 😭😭😭

[pollyna]

10 times Bradley spends a happy Father's Day, making out presents for Goose, than for Mav and for Ice, plus three times it was the worst day of the year (the first one without Goose, the first one after Mav pulls his paper and the one after Ice's death).

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Two Little Boats (Weathering the Storm) - Whumptober2023

Carole's dead. Goose isn't handling it well.

For day 31 of @whumptober . Also on AO3. A sequel to A Room Void of Colour

Words: 542

He barely felt the water as it hit his head. The water was so hot it made his skin go white, so hot it made everything tingly and loud. He wanted something to melt the pain away, to break through the numb feeling covering him like sweat. 

All he kept thinking was that she would walk in. She’d always sneak in behind him, ‘saving water’ she’d call it, as her hands went down his chest and she let him wash her hair until she was practically purring like a cat and the soap suds were running down his hands. 

Sometimes it would go further, his hands wrapping around her head and pushing her gently against the wall. Other times it would be softer, quiet moments when Bradley was playing his games and the lights were low. After work and before bed, that sweet spot where their energy was low and he just wanted to hold her as she washed him and he washed her. 

His mind went to a time that she’d joined him. He’d been in a similar mood to this, staring and numb as his shower went on and on. She climbed in behind him, her feet tickling his as she asked why he’d been in there for so long. The Navy had trained him to have five minute showers, so anything longer than that was strange, and anything longer than ten minutes was downright peculiar. 

She’d asked him why he’d taken so long, he’d joked that he had a big cock to clean, she’d turned him around, taken his dick in hand and said it wasn’t that big. After a few more jokes, he’d sighed and revealed all his stress about work. He had some kids who just weren’t getting there with training, he honestly thought they weren’t cut out for flying jets but he didn’t have the heart to tell them. He’d been stuck, and just her presence had filled him with confidence. 

Now, as he exited the memory, everything was muddy and grey. He was a boat on the ocean, surrounded by fog with the lighthouse out. No, the lighthouse had been knocked down and now he either had to find a new lighthouse or learn to navigate the dark, when all he wanted was his lighthouse back.

He had so much to do. The funeral, her will, looking after Bradley, going back to work. Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He needed her, needed her laugh and her soft skin and snoring at night. Needed her to roll onto him in the night, gravitating to him even when unconscious. He needed her to navigate him through, clear the fog and make him know it would be alright. But she wasn’t here, she couldn’t navigate, she was dead in the funeral home, all alone and cold. 

He turned off the shower with a sigh. This was going to be a long few months, year, life. 

But he hadn’t eaten yet, and Bradley was hurting too. He knew something about losing a parent at his age and the weight it added to everything for a while, for the rest of your life. They only had each other now. Two little boats on the water, trying to weather the storm.  

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I love the lighthouse metaphor. It wasn't planned but sometimes good things happen in the writing zone. Goose and Bradley trying to carry on, sad and low and sluggish with grief, two little boats dealing with a storm and they only have each other. Hey, fisherman au anyone? Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

[unhappycylinder]

Masterlist

Top Gun

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

Saunter Working as Viper's assistant, you see a new set of hot-shot pilots every six weeks, but one in particular happens to catch your eye...

Take Care of Yourself, Okay? When Y/n’s heart breaks under the weight of loving a man always just out of reach, she’s ready to walk away — until Nick shows up on her doorstep on Christmas Eve, begging for one last chance to make things right.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Gonna Be Trouble you meet Hangman at an airshow while on a break from college. Will your careers draw you apart or will your love for each other bring you together? ONGOING

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Masters of the Air

Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal

My Lucky Charm (Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal x Reader) As a flight mechanic, its your job to keep the planes in tip-top condition for the boys, one of whom seems to have his eye on you

Dead Poets Society

Charlie Dalton

Sonorous (Charlie Dalton x Fem!Overstreet!Reader) Falling for your brother's best friend was the last thing you intended to do...but he was just too charming

No Unreturned Love (Charlie Dalton x Male!Reader) Charlie's feelings were mutual after all

Paddle (Charlie Dalton x gn!Reader) Mr. Nolan's ruthless punishments have you seeking comfort from your friend Charlie

First Kiss (Charlie Dalton x fem!Reader) You find out your first kiss back in Elementary school was with one of your best friends

Steven Meeks

Steven Meeks x Fem!Reader A game among friends to beat the summer heat leads to an accidental intimate moment between you and Meeks.

Stranger Things

Hellfire’s Newest Member (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)   The new girl at Hawkin’s high catches the eye of Eddie, and her affinity for DnD makes her the girl of his dreams.

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

[bobonboard]

Not my best but I needed some glider this morning

[sammythedogee]

tom "iceman" kazansky's secret + icemav

an: this is horribly cliche but lord was it fun to write

the flyboys were at it again. mav, goose, slider, ice, and the rest of their gang of misfits filled the bar. none of them were particularly drunk yet, at most a second drink in their system.

most of them had their eyes out for a pretty woman to take home for the night. everyone was challenged to find a date, and the last person to do so would have to treat the rest to drinks the next time they went out for the night. needless to say, they were all doing their best.

the group had dispersed accross the bar, goose the only person remaining somewhat sober. he had carole, after all. he noticed something strange; in around 20 minutes, maverick had not scored a date. he hummed under his breath, and went to go find his best friend.

"yo, mr. heartbreaker, nobody?" goose shouldered mav, "you're normally the first in this kind of thing!"

maverick didn't respond, and goose's eyes caught what he had been so intently staring at.

that 6'0, plantinum blonde, cold fighter pilot was against a wall, dark sunglasses over his piercing eyes. and he was leaning right over a drop dead gorgeous woman.

goose sighed. he placed a gentle hand on maverick's shoulder, "hey, mav-"

maverick shook his head. he was pitifully easily to read, especially for nick bradshaw, and that fake ass smirk was not convincing him.

his tone was so stupidly upbeat, "hey, hey, you trying to get in my way? i'm not losing this competition. see? there's a lady over there that i'm trying to win over. gotta scope out the move, y'know?" maverick nods at a brunnette woman in front of them, but goose knows she wasn't who he was so desperately gazing at.

but, he lets it go. for now. "alright, alright. you get back to it."

maverick stands there and runs a hand through his hair, focusing his vision on the woman he pointed out as goose leaves. he silently thanks the gods, seeing as he didn't notice her until bradshaw came around. in the next minute, a guy emerges from the bathrooms, snaking an arm around her middle. her boyfriend, maverick reckons.

yet, he's shocked to find that he's not the slightest bit upset. hell, he found that he genuinely did not give a singular fuck. he naturally looked right back at ice. that's when his heart clenched. ice's hand was on his hip and he was smiling at her. maverick bit the inside of his cheek, squeezing his eyes shut. he told himself it was just the lady, he was just upset she was taken, all he needs to do is find another woman and it'll be fine...

but when he opened his eyes again,

and caught sight of ice an inch away from her,

he turned on his heel.

he dropped 20$ in front of the bartender, walked right out of the bar, and stepped out into the freezing winter cold. he leaned against the brick of the establishment they all frequented, tracing the grout absentmindedly.

maverick's dark hair was half white with the snow coating it's strands, but he didn't make a single move to return to the swealtering, sticky heat of the bar. the cold froze his mind, which he found helped slow his racing thoughts. the sound of the door opening and closing didn't register in his mind until a soft, familar voice reached his ears.

"mav?"

fuck.

iceman stood a little more than a step away, concern set in his expresssion. he scanned the shorter man's snow dusted features. he quickly and easily picked up on the uneasy look on the younger man's face.

"mitchell?" he stepped forwards at maverick's lack of response.

"hey. some girl uh, rejected me." maverick bullshitted. he didn't get why he was so tense at ice's presence, normally it calmed him when he was stressed.

iceman's head cocked to the side. "yeah, no."

"what? no, like, she really did. this brunette chick, she really tore into me about my, uh... pick up lines." he lied, to both himself and ice. maverick refused to come to terms with the real reason he was upset, anyways.

"no way in hell did that happen. you always end up going home with someone one way or another. can you just tell me what's wrong?" ice probed, his sunglasses missing.

"no, dude, i'm being serious. she was a bitch to me, that's it. i was just taking a breath to reset before i got back at it. why don't you go back to your date? that black haired one?"

ice raised an eyebrow at mav's knowledge, "mitchell, no, she's not-"

"kazansky, just go. okay? i don't need a pity party. go back to your woman and leave me alone!"

"maverick, listen to me, i'm not-"

"fuck off, kazansky, go get your date before she-"

"mitchell, i'm gay!"

in that moment, time stopped.

pete looked up at tom.

mitchell's mouth opened and closed about a hundred times before kazansky clenched his jaw and stepped back.

softer than he had ever spoken, ice says, "don't tell anyone. please."

if anyone knew, tom could be discharged, and his longstanding dream of becoming admiral would be destroyed. his entire future rested on this carefully concealed secret. pete had no idea how to respond, nor did he understand why mountains of relief crashed into him in the same moment, but he knew he would never break tom's trust.

"of course, kazansky."

in that moment, maverick's eyes caught the way ice's deliciously platinum hair matched the white snow dusting his frosty tips. there was a certain sheen to his cerulean eyes that made him want to be lost in them for the rest of time. he let himself look upon the sharp features of the man before him with a gentle gaze.

he didn't know what to say, and even though he wasn't sure what gave him the confidence to do it, maverick stepped forward, tentatively placing his arms around kazansky's middle. maverick was known for his physically affectionate nature, but something felt so much more vulnurable with this exchange. yet, neither pulled away.

kazansky held mitchell to his chest, exhaling a deep sigh of relief.

in that very moment, when mitchell's hands instictively tangled in his shirt, if only to evade the cold - they both knew that was where they wanted to be for their entire lives.

yet, neither of them were ready to confront that truth. so, they eventually seperated, stepping back and brushing off their clothes as if they had not melted into one another moments before.

they both re-entered the bar,

and the next time the group went out for drinks,

mitchell and kazansky paid.

an: okay so the end was horrifically rushed but i'm so tired and will probably revist and edit the ever loving shit out of this!!!!!!!!