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topgun-imagines · 1 year ago

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Day 10: Blood In The Water

Pairings: Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw x sister!reader, Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

Synopsis: What would have happened if it was you, Ice’s RIO, in that flat spin instead of Goose?

Warnings: mentions of death, panic attacks, crying, fainting, engine failure & plane crashes.

Note: wouldn’t mind expanding on this one after whumptober if people are interested

Word count: 1.3k

“Come on, Mav!” You called from behind Ice. The two of you were currently flying right behind Maverick, the arrogant pilot having cut you off to get a shot on the bogey. After many attempts, he was unsuccessful and now refusing to move to let you and Iceman get the shot. He was too close to get a proper shot lined up. The pissing contest between the two was really starting to get out of hand. “Get the hell out of there!”

With a roll of your eyes, you gave up on yelling at your brother's best friend and spoke to Ice instead. After little encouragement from you, it was his turn to yell at Maverick. “Mav! Come off high right,” You grinned, ready for Ice to make the shot. However, Mav insisted that he only needed five more seconds. “Come off high right, Mav. I’m in.” Everything seemed to be going fine. You and Ice were about to make the shot, putting you on top of the scoreboard.

But in the blink of an eye, everything went to hell.

“I’m off. Shit!” Maverick hissed, quickly pulling up and to the right. For a second, you were elated. This was the point that would put you over the edge. You were seconds away from winning the Top Gun trophy. That was before your stomach dropped and you realized what exactly was happening.

You froze, eyes screwed shut as you screamed at Ice. “We’re in his jet wash!” Distantly, you heard Ice curse in front of you. Your head was pounding against your skull, horror surging through your veins. The only thing you could do was hope that Ice could pull you out of it. This was not good. You peeled your eyes open when you heard a sensor going off. “Shit! We’ve got a flame out, Ice!” More sensors went off as your jet continued to spiral. “Engine one is out! Engine two is out!”

It was then that you heard the words you never wanted to hear from your pilot. He called your name in a rush. “I’m losing control, I’m losing control!” The panic in his voice was unlike anything you had ever heard before. “I ca- I can’t control it! It won’t recover!” He cussed again as the jet spun uncontrollably through the air.

You looked up with tears in your eyes, watching the view from the canopy switch from the dark ocean below to the bright blue sky. “We’re out of control! This is not good!” Before you could stop it, a sob bubbled out of your chest. It wasn’t often that you cried, and you knew that Ice needed you to be level-headed, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were about to die.

When Ice heard you crying behind him, it was as if something clicked in his mind. Suddenly, you stopped spinning. Now your jet was headed straight for the ocean. As a kid, you loved the water; splashing around in it with your brother. Now? Not so much. Through heavy breaths, you blinked sluggishly. Everything felt funny. Your head became fuzzy, it was harder to breathe and you felt sick to your stomach.

And then everything went dark.

In front of you, Ice was focused on pulling the two of you out of the flat spin. The two of you were going to make it through this. He was sure of it.

Only one hundred meters away, Goose watched, helpless as his baby sister and her pilot spun out of control. He would never tell Maverick this, but if there was one person that he was confident could recover from a flat spin, it was Iceman. When you had followed Goose to the academy only a few years after him, needless to say, he was worried. He was even more worried when you were paired with the infamous Iceman. After all, you were his baby sister. Nick Bradshaw would lay his life down to protect you. And everyone knew that.

One night, only a few days after you and Iceman had been paired up, Goose approached the cocky pilot that he considered his friend. Regardless of the fact that some would have assumed that Goose was really questioning Ice’s skill, Ice knew that your brother was simply looking out for you. And that was something that he could understand. That night, your pilot had promised to protect you with his life. If he could help it, no harm would ever come to you.

A few months later, Goose met Maverick. Even though Mav wasn’t at the academy, the two grew inseparable almost instantly. You had met Mav many times before being reunited with the pilot at Top Gun, however, he had never met your pilot. When you walked into the first class only a few weeks ago, Maverick’s jaw dropped at the sight of you strutting in with Iceman’s arm thrown over your shoulders. Needless to say, he was a bit jealous.

Maverick was never a religious man. But now, even he was praying that Ice could pull this off. Right now, his ego didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for saving you and Iceman. Did he like the pilot? No. Did that mean that he wanted to watch him crash into the ocean? Hell no. Especially not if it meant you were going with him. You and Goose were the only family he had left. He wasn’t about to lose you.

“Mayday! Mayday! Ice is in trouble!” Simultaneously, Maverick and Goose’s jaws dropped. They both watched Ice pull off a miracle. Your jet was no longer spinning out of control. Instead, it was rising steadily. Even over the coms, they could hear Ice breathe a sigh of relief. But they weren't quite done yet. The next step was getting all four of you back to land without another incident.

Back on land, you were lying on the tarmac, out cold with Ice, Mav, and your brother hovering protectively over you. Ever so slowly, you blinked your eyes open, gasping quietly at the sight of the three aviators hovering over you. You only had a second to process what was happening before Goose collapsed onto you, clinging to you for dear life. There was a small smile on your face as you hugged him back.

Ice and Maverick sat back on their heels and made eye contact. Where there normally would have been anger or disdain, there was now thankfulness and understanding. A nod was shared between the two. And then your brother was launching himself at Iceman. Chuckling at the sight of your pilot's shocked face, you sat up slowly with the help of Mav. Ice shot a dazzling smile at you from over your brother’s shoulder and patted his back in reassurance.

“Thank you,” Goose pulled back, his expression as serious as you had ever seen it. “Thank you so much for keeping her safe.” Everyone’s expressions became sombre at the reality of what could have happened. Ice only nodded at your brother.

You were the next to hug him, falling into his arms and sniffling into his chest. His strong arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you anchored to the ground, to him. You could have sworn you heard him sniffle, but no one else ever had to know. When you sniffled again, holding him tighter, he rocked the two of you back and forth. And neither your brother, nor Maverick, needed to know that he pressed a delicate kiss to your temple seconds later.

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whohasthecards · 2 years ago

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What if Goose was alive and eventually, after the mission, he meets the Dagger squad, and although he is enamored with all of them ("You can't fucking talk Mav, you literally already have adoption papers drafted-", "You're just as bad as your husband, Ice."), everyone notices how he's very fond of Hangman.

Bradley especially doesn't understand as he has told his dad about the incident during the mission training where he almost threw hands with the younger man, Hangman did apologize to Rooster and Maverick after the mission, but still-

Deep inside, he knows that his dad was never the type to hold on to grudges harshly. (Unless it's about pranks. That's a different story.)

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"Sir?" A voice behind Goose meekly asks while he was stirring a big pot of stew to feed all the old and baby aviators he decided to feed today.

Goose put a lid to leave the stew to simmer as he turned and smiled at Hangman, the younger man hunched over himself and fidgeting, a far cry from the cocky aviator his son and his friends talks about.

"What can I do for you, son? Also, no need for that formal sir nonsense, I'm retired now," Goose says smiling, hoping to ease the kid.

It seems to make the kid tense up even worst, but the kid inhaled and, "I would like to apologize for my comments towards Rooster regarding you and their relationship with one another. I was out of line, and I'm sorry. Thank you for inviting me to your home despite my actions. I understand that you may have only invited me, so that I won't be left out when you invited the whole squad, and I would just like to let you know that that's unnecessary so if you would like me to leav-"

"Woah, woah, kid, slow down," Goose said as he stepped forward and clasped a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for your apology, I already forgave you when you saved my son and best friend's lives, you're a good man, and I knew you were a great man when you apologized to them. I invited you because I wanted you to be here, son, and don't tell them I said this," Goose leaned forward letting his voice become a soft whisper, "Mav, Rooster, and Ice wanted you to be here too, you're wanted here, kid." Goose said squeezing his shoulder. "I should actually be thanking you even more for saving my son and his stupid godfather's lives, 'smile and wave' tactic, my ass," Goose said chuckling a bit and shaking his head.

He had a front row seat to see Hangman's dumbfounded face transformed a light shade of pink as he averted his eyes.

"I don't like leaving my team behind," Hangman muttered shuffling his feet. "I didn't want to, but I was spare, I left them to go, but my job was to make them come home, I'm glad I was able too." Seresin said looking at his feet.

"I was in the navy, son, pretty sure launching against orders wasn't your job," Goose said smiling softly, "but thank you for doing it anyways."

Seresin shuffled his feet, as he went back to fiddling with his fingers, before he straightened up and look at the older man in the eye. "Well, a proper thank you involves gifts, right? How about I eat everythin' your cooking, hell, even give me first dibs as one of the stars the the show," Hangman said smirking, a confident mask settling into place.

Reminded Goose of a certain aviator.

Goose simply chuckled at that and patted the boy's shoulder one more time before turning back to the food.

"You can get first dibs if you start throwing the salad together," Goose said nodding his head to the kitchen counter beside him with the ingredients for the salad. "Get to chopping and throwing lieutenant," Goose said teasingly.

Seresin put a heart to his chest and gasps, "Making your guest work for his food? Blasphemy. Goes against my heart-core beliefs." Despite the complaints, Seresin grabbed the knife and started unwrapping the vegetables.

"Does hard work go against your beliefs?" Goose teased as he grabbed more ingredients from the fridge.

"Nope, but I didn't think I was the host for the day. Your old age catching up to you, old man?"

Goose huffed out a breathe as he passed by Seresin on the way back to the stove, "Sure, kid, let's go with that," he humored. He set the new ingredients down and ruffled the brat's hair, ignoring the squawk of protest. "Don't forget to rinse the vegetables before chopping."

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The dagger squad started growing closer to one another, they were on leave and from what he knew, they would be stationed on the same side of the country. He told Bradley that they were invited to come over to his house, and he knew that Ice and Mav have offered their house and hangar to the squad as well.

It ended up with the Daggers seeing each other several times a week.

It was adorable how close they are.

("They keep on getting into stupid arguments and rough housing one another," Mav complained dramatically from Goose's couch. "Nearly took out my table!"

Goose raised a brow at him, "Gee wonder who that reminds me off."

"Makes me wonder if they're grown, sometimes," Mav said shaking his head.

"Kids will be kids, at least they're comfortable with you to show it, plus you were much worst when you were their age, and still worst now."

"Rude.")

He and Jake started cooking more, the kid was an excellent cook, especially behind the grill.

"Jake! I bought some steak for dinner tonight, want to help me grill it up for you and the team?" Goose said, smiling and waving his fresh catch from the grocery store.

"Too much steak is bad for your cholesterol, ya know," Jake drawled but went closer to grab the food, anyways.

"Rude, I'm not that old," Goose said rolling his eyes.

"You were alive and thriving in the 80s," Jake snarked back.

He gave the boy a light head swap for that muttering how the younger generation had no manners these days-

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"You ever interested in reading comics?" Goose asked one day when Jake was sitting on his sofa.

"Uhhh, like the movies?" Jake said frowning looking up from his phone.

"Blasphemous, stand up, they are not like the movies, they are a different form of art."

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"You ever baked a cake before?" Goose asked letting Jake into his home.

"I feel like this is going to become another case of me and experiencing unpaid labor," Jake drawled.

"Your payment will be in mocha-extra-chocolate cake, is that acceptable?" Goose said moving towards the kitchen, smirking as he heard the boy's footsteps following him.

"Can we put cherries in them?" Jake asked moving to clear the counter.

"Sure, son," Goose said smiling.

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"Why is he wearing my shirt!" Bradley exclaimed pointing at Jake who was chewing cereal at the kitchen table.

"He came here after his jog, and his shirt was drenched with sweat, we wouldn't want him to get sick, would we?" Goose said setting another bowl for his son, as he sipped on his coffee.

He didn't know how those two had so much energy in the morning.

Bradley pouted and sat down, "He better not touch my other stuff."

"Why would I want to touch your other stuff, I don't want anymore chicken feathers on me," Jake said wrinkling his nose.

"Asshole."

"Dickwad."

"Jerk."

"Chicken shit."

"Okay boys, enough, and eat your cereal. Go play nice or something after breakfast," Goose said rolling his eyes as he ruffled both of their hairs as he walked to the living room to watch the morning news. Leaving the sounds of protest behind him.

Children.

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waklman · 2 years ago

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Princess Treatment

summary: moments in your relationship with rooster where you give him the princess treatment.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: none, but this is an 18+ blog.

a/n: independent gf x princess treatment bf trope is cute but i present to you independent bf x princess treatment gf. fluff. this is for my fellow bradley girlies!!

word count: 1.4k

read the epilogue of princess treatment here.

something ‘bout you masterlist.

Not only did Bradley inherit his father’s ruggedly handsome looks, but he had also developed his manners as well. And so, being a gentleman was what Bradley prided himself on—because it was a direct reflection of his father.

When he first met you, he made sure to that keep up–treating you like royalty just as Goose did with Carole.

There was nothing Bradley didn’t do for you. You needed a ride? He’ll pick you up. It’s raining? Don’t even think about stepping on that wet cement, because he’s carrying you.

And Bradley’s not sure when it exactly happened but along the course of your relationship, the roles began to switch. But to be fair, he should’ve known when what started as a joke, became a regular thing–you calling him baby girl.

“Oh, shit.” Bradley calls out.

It doesn’t take much for the entire car of men to pause their conversation, redirecting their attention onto Rooster’s ringing phone—which unfortunately sits on display, attached directly onto the pastel pink phone mount you bought for his car.

“Your girl is calling you.” Hangman points out the obvious.

“Yeah, No shit buddy.” Fanboy claps back from behind him.

Coyote leans in, eyes squinted at Rooster’s buzzing phone. “Cute.” he comments, referring to the contact picture he has set for you. Rooster is grinning ear to ear while you’re latched onto his bare back, sinking your canines right into his broad shoulder.

Hangman watches as Rooster’s frantic eyes are switching between the road in front of him and your incoming call.

“I got you man.”

Thinking he’s doing Rooster a favor, Hangman lunges forward to tap the green button, making sure to hit the speaker option right after, as well.

“No, wait-”

It’s too late. Rooster’s fate is sealed.

“Hey babygirl,” your bright voice rings out, hitting the ears of everyone seated inside his Bronco.

And it’s as if Bradley is stuck in a car full of elementary school children. Slowly but surely, he hears snickering coming from his right and obnoxious chortling coming from the back row.

“Honey, you’re on speaker.” Bradley speaks up, making an effort to cover up the giggling—coming from four grown men, in the background.

“Oh.” you exclaim.

“It’s alright baby, what’s up?”

“I was just calling to ask, if you wanted me to set up a bath for you?” you shly ask.

Bradley clears his throat, ignoring the various grinning faces pointed in his direction.

“Yeah, lavender bath bomb please.” he assures you.

“Okay, bye babygirl–wait—I..” you completely give up.

Bradley’s lips tug into a soft smile, envisioning the embarrassed expression you’re probably wearing right now.

Fully willing to take on the embarrassment instead, he decides to greet you goodbye too, “Bye babybear, see you at home.”

And almost immediately, everyone screams in laughter, upon hearing Bradley Bradshaw–the stoic six foot tall pilot call out the cutesy pet name in his gruff tone of voice.

From the driver’s seat, Bradley proudly soaks in the embarrassment that’s now thrown at him.

But the group of pilots makes it quite difficult for him to act unbothered. Annoyingly enough, Coyote shakes Bradley’s headrest, unable to contain himself while Payback and Fanboy cling onto each other for dear life–heaving for small pockets of air.

And worse of all Jake’s abnormally thick tears of laughter are falling onto Bradley’s shiny leather seats.

“Oh shut up, this is why you’re all single.” Bradley sneers, eyes fixed on the rear view mirror to watch everyone’s face fall flat.

“Oh come on dude.”

“Seriously?”

“That’s not funny.”

“Man..”

Upon hearing the chorus of whining and complaints, Bradley calls out to you over the phone.

“Laugh with me honey,”

Now, Hangman, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy are forced to sit silently while you and Bradley sarcastically laugh at them for the next minute and a half, as a punishment.

“Bradshaw, you need a ride?” A woman’s voice calls out for him, from across the parking lot.

Snapping his neck in search of the familiar voice, Bradley sees Phoenix through his sunglasses, waving at him—relaxed against the hood of her car.

“Nah. I’m good, you go ahead!” He yells back, politely returning her wave.

“Alright. Suit yourself!” She gives him one final wave goodbye, before throwing herself inside the vehicle.

Rooster waits until she drives past him to shoot her a goodbye nod in return. In exchange, Phoenix sends him a look of acknowledgement, before she finally drives out the lot.

And not long after Phoenix drives off, you’re pulling up in his blue Bronco.

He instantly smiles seeing you waving him over, not wasting a second to jog up to where you’re parked.

“Hi, my passenger princess,” you greet him cheerfully, watching him sit after strategically climbing inside the truck.

“You know, this is my car, right?” he puckers his mouth, waiting for a kiss.

“I’ll do you one better,” you lean over to peck his eager lips.

“You know you’re sitting in the passenger seat right?” you smirk at him.

“And do you know what that makes you, Bradley Nick Bradshaw?”

“Your passenger princess.” Bradley sighs, sullenly. You won, as always.

“That’s right, baby.” you gloat, hand slapping down on his left thigh.

“When did I end up becoming the passenger princess?” Bradley whispers, looking up towards the sky as if he’s asking for guidance from his guardian angels.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you jokingly scold, pinching at his inner thigh.

You swiftly change the topic, “Now, do you need help putting on your seatbelt?”

“No.” Bradley grumbles.

“Okay,”

You don’t give him a chance to react–already reaching over to pull the seat belt snugly over his chest, and snapping it into place.

“Now, let’s get you home, princess,” you smile, ignoring the astonished look on his face.

“You two out, we’re officially closed for the night.” Penny shoos you and Bradley towards the door.

Almost instantaneously, an idea pops up in both your heads at the exact same time.

You slowly turn your head to gauge if he has the same plan, and you’re met with the all knowing Bradley side eye—which gives you the go to dash forward first.

Bradley’s sure he’s going to make it towards the door before you, his naval training preparing him to act quickly.

But to his surprise, you’re already flying past him—determined look on your face as you reach to open the door first.

“How the fuck did you do that.” Bradley stops by the door, trying to catch his breath.

“Never underestimate the power of a gentlewoman,” you comment, holding the door open for him.

“I thought it was ladies first,” he points towards the open door.

“Technically, the lady already got here first,” you counter.

“Now, get your butt out the door, Bradshaw.”

“No,” he refuses.

“Would you two get the hell out my bar?” Penny shouts, not amused by the sight of you two still here.

Knowing you’re more stubborn than he is, Bradley stiffly walks out the door first.

You glow in satisfaction, following closely behind him, not forgetting to swat his butt in the process.

Bradley snaps his head over his shoulder, giving you a warning look.

“What?” you feign innocence, looking around to see what he’s so mad about.

“You know what.”

“C’mere baby.” you reach for Bradley, urging him to lay down on you.

“Honey, I’ll squish you like a bug.” Bradley tiredly voices the concern.

“Sounds like a great way to go out.” you tug at him, and he instantly falls right onto you.

“Long day?” you softly ask, digging your fingers into his field of curls.

“Mmhm.” Bradley can’t even bring himself to say words, too engulfed by the way your fingers expertly play with his hair—and his mind begins to wander off.

Though he loves taking care of you like how his father did with his mother, Bradley also learned to love how you looked after him in equal care. And in this moment, he wishes that they could’ve met you. They would love you almost as much as he does.

“You remind me of my dad.” Bradley gently speaks up, cheek pressed against your collar bone.

“Yeah? So I’m like Goose?” you smile, at the thought.

“Yeah. And I’m like my mom, cause my dad always treated her like a princess—just like how you do with me.” He draws the comparison.

“We’re like Goose and Carole.” you confirm.

“We’re just like Goose and Carole..” Bradley mumbles back, slowly drifting off.

“I love you, Bradley,” you whisper, catching him before he knocks out completely.

“I love you more, babybear.”

update- happy to announce that this blurb turned into a series, read more on babybear and bradley here.

thank you for reading, and as always-reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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friend-lover-traitor-narrator · 4 months ago

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Flufftober 2024 - Day 3: Sweater

You know when kids wear adult's clothes, way too big, sleeves much too long, but looking all cute?

That's Bradley, 5 years old, unruly golden curls, little ball of untamable energy, wearing his dad's (Yes, his dad’s! How cool is that?) old sweater. There are letters in front - USNA. He has no idea what they stand for. Navy something, because apparently almost everything is Navy something. At least when he's with Uncle Mav - or motorcycles. Everything is about planes or motorcyles when he's with his super cool Uncle Mav. Bradley doesn't get what planes and motorcyles have to do with the Navy because Navy is ships, so much he knows. There must be some kind of connection though. He just hasn't found out what it is yet.

What he'd found though is the sweater, in Uncle Mav's closet, in a box at the bottom, a box with a sticker of a goose on it. Uncle Mav sometimes calls him ‘Baby Goose’. So he'd opened the box - and had found a lot of things in there. Mostly photos of Uncle Mav and his dad. He can't remember him but he knows what he looked like and this guy in the pictures is most definitely his dad. There’d been a picture in there too of his dad doing something that Bradley isn't allowed to do. It's called something with a bird, he doesn't know exactly, but it's something his mom says is rude. But his dad does it. And that's immensely cool, his dad doing something that is forbidden. And because his dad is so cool, he'd pulled the sweater out of the box and over his head. Because he wants to be as cool as his dad even if he isn't allowed to do the bird thing.

And now Bradley is running around in his dad's way too big sweater and Mav just looks at him, smiling and hopes that the little boy doesn't notice the tears in his eyes.

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mafiatsunafish · 2 years ago

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In which Maverick is a cat shifter. The Bradshaws know about this and baby goose is absolutely adore the man in his cat form, but he rarely able to fully hold Mav even if he wants. This is because Mav is quite big compared to a normal cat, however, baby Goose is not backing from any challenge.

Baby Goose: Mom, dad, look at this!! I’m able to hold uncle Mav now!!

Carole clinging to her husband to prevent her from falling on her knees laughing: yes, dear, I see it

Goose trying to hold his laughter: good job sweetheart!

Mav dangling in baby Goose arms: Goose! Carole! A bit of help here! Please??

(The 86 flyboys are amused when they see Goose goes around in with a black cat hanging on his neck, but Ice feels like that cat is somehow eerie familiar. Shinning green eyes and jet black fur, looking at him full with mischievous. You know what he means.)

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peachesandcreames · 1 year ago

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Nick "Goose " Bradshaw. Loving Father. Devoted Husband. 💕💞💔

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junkdrawerfics · 2 years ago

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Sweet Tooth (Sequel to Sweet Interruptions)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw X Reader

Part 1

Summary: After a week of dating, Rooster asks you to teach him to bake. Safe to say, the night does not go as plan, and flour gets everywhere. (Could be read as a stand alone)

Word Count: 2068

Warnings: The smallest bit of saucy flirting, but this is mostly fluff. No beta.

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“You want to learn to bake?” You ask, blinking up at Rooster owlishly.

“Why not?” He looks at you with one of those dopey smiles.

You bite back a grin, tipping up on your toes before bouncing back on your heels, “I could, we can do that! We can, I mean, if you want, you can come to my place?”

“Not gonna ask me to dinner first, sweetheart?”

Your whole face flushes and you scrunch your nose at the aviator, “We- You- Roo, we’ve been to dinner three times in, in the past week!”

Rooster smirks, amusement building in his chest with each word you stumble over. It’s true. You’d only been officially going out for a week, but he’s made it a priority to spend as many nights with you as he can. There’s no telling when his next mission will be, and he’s trying really hard not to think about that. He’d rather focus on you, anyways.

“Sure wasn’t expecting you to make the next move, darlin’,” he drawls softly, watching as your face gets even darker.

“Do you want to or not?” You grumble, ducking your head, “I…I think it’d be fun.”

Rooster reaches over to grab your hand, giving it a squeeze, “It will be. How does tonight sound?”

Your heart flutters. “Tonight would be great, Roo.”

“Good.” He leans over the counter, presses a kiss to your cheek, which draws a giggle from you. “I have to get to work, but I’ll see you tonight.”

“Oh, wait!” Rooster’s brows raise as you dash away, only to come back with a little, pink box. You shove it in his hands, bouncing excitedly on your toes. “Take this for Phoenix! She promised to try it for me!”

“You don’t want my opinion?”

“You’ll eat anything, Bradley,” you snort and start packing a few muffins for the rest of the pilots.

Rooster gives you a sly smile, dark eyes tracing your form, “I would sure like to.”

“Bradley!” Warmth spreads across your skin, everywhere his eyes linger. His smile turns cheeky, and you’re all but floundering, heart beating as fast as a rabbit. You glance around wildly. “I’m, we’re in the bakery!”

“And?”

“You can’t, you can’t just, don’t say stuff like that here,” you whine, pouting at him, which just seems to amuse him more.

“What about at your place tonight?” He hums, and oh, you wish you could hit him. You wish you could hit him so bad.

“You are insufferable,” you grumble, pushing the box of muffins across the counter.

Rooster laughs and you soften, shaking your head fondly at the idiot. He gives you another kiss, just a chaste press of his lips to yours, before grabbing the second box and heading towards the door.

“That didn’t sound like a ‘no’, by the way,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Go to work!”

He chuckles and the bell rings with his exit.

You slump against the counter, rubbing a hand over your face, which feels way too warm. The man never quits. Some day, you think your heart might give out with all this distress. Yet, you can’t stop the smile that plays on your lips. Because you love it. You love how Rooster teases you and you never want him to stop.

But, God, how on earth are you going to get through an evening alone with him?

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You bustle around your kitchen, hands fluttering to and fro as you try to make sure everything is in place. Plenty of flour? Check. Clean measuring cups? Check. Radio to account for any awkward pauses in conversation? Check.

That last bit might be unnecessary, but you wanted to account for anything. Plus, you know Rooster likes music, and you have the faintest daydreams of dancing in the kitchen with the tall man…You smile at the thought. It would be nice, just you and Rooster, some soft music playing in the background, holding each other close as you sway to the beat.

Gosh, it’d be nice.

You’re drawn from your daydreams by a solid knock on the door. Brushing your hands on your pants - why are you sweating so much? - you hustle over and throw it open.

And there he is. Bradley stands on your porch, cast in the soft glow of the setting sun. His skin looks even more golden than usual, and his eyes catch the fading light, flashing like the sparklers you swing around on the Fourth of July. Your chest fills with the kind of fondness that makes you feel fuzzy all over, and suddenly, all your anxieties are swept away.

“Hey, Roo,” you murmur.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He bends down, hand gently touching your waist as he presses a kiss to your lips. “How was your day?”

“Pretty okay,” you giggle and tug him inside, “Though this guy with a mustache gave me some trouble this morning.”

“Yah?” Rooster grins, just letting you drag him along. “Maybe he likes you.”

“You think so?” You hum, warmth blooming across your cheeks.

“Definitely,” he murmurs and draws you into another kiss.

It’s a slow kiss, one where you’re both just savoring the feeling. You sigh against his lips, practically melting when his hands trail up, tracing over your arms, your neck, to hold your face tenderly. When you pull apart, he stays close, forehead pressing against yours, thumbs running over your cheeks.

“Hmmm, you know, I think I like him too,” you breathe, eyes closed as you just enjoy the heat of his touch.

“Good, I’d be in a pretty sore spot if you didn’t,” Rooster chuckles, “Everybody already thinks I shouldn’t have a chance in hell with you.”

“You’re friends don’t even know me,” you mumble, nose scrunching as you pull away.

“They already like you more than me.” He rolls his eyes with one of his lopsided grins. “Phoenix really liked whatever you gave her, by the way. She says she wants to marry you.”

“O-h-” you smile down at your hands, “-she’s um, she’s sweet. I’m glad she liked it.”

“What was it?” He asks curiously, following you as you slip into the kitchen.

“A strawberry shortcake cookie with homemade whipped cream,” you chirp, “I thought it would be fun for Valentine’s Day.”

“Is that what we’re making tonight?” Rooster curls an arm around your waist, propping his chin on your shoulder.

“I um, I thought we could make uh, thumbprint cookies?” You peer up at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to read his expression. You’ve been worried about this part.

A flicker of surprise crosses through Rooster’s eyes, followed by the familiar glint he gets whenever he thinks about his parents. Something between love and pain. He holds you a little tighter and you cover his hand with yours, thumb brushing over his knuckles as you wait patiently for him to speak.

“My mom and I used to make those when I was younger,” he eventually says, voice a touch raspy.

“I know…” You murmur, turning around so you can cup his face in your hands, just like he had done to you moments before. “I hunted Maverick down and asked him. Is that…okay?”

He takes a deep breath. With a small nod, he covers one of your hands and turns to press a kiss to your palm, “That’s okay, yah. I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Good surprised?”

“Yah.” He smiles at you, warmth dancing in his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t fall into a bat of sugar when you were younger?”

“No,” you giggle.

“Hmm, why are you so sweet then?” Another kiss and now you’re the one with the dopey smile, cheeks apple red.

“Let’s bake, ya dumb bird.”

“Your dumb bird.”

“Stop it!” You lightly swat his chest and twirl to face the counter, ears now tipped with blush.

He doesn’t stop, not that you actually wanted him to, of course. It’s hard to stay focused as you take him through the recipe step by step, though, especially when he decides to stand so close, arm firmly wrapped around your waist as he helps you measure and pour and mix. At one point, he lets his hand “slip” which ends with you “accidentally” throwing a bunch of flour in his face.

You freeze, lips pressing into a thin line, eyes wide as saucers.

Bradley blinks, flour falling from his eyelashes.

Seconds tick by in silence, that is, until you burst into a wild fit of giggles.

“You think this is funny?” Rooster asks, powdered brows perched high as he watches you grasp at your sides, practically wheezing.

“You look, you look-” You can’t get anything else out, laughter only getting louder when he huffs, sending a small puff of flour into the air.

“Oh, you’re so getting it now.”

You squeal gleefully, darting away when he grabs a handful of flour. He chases you around your living room, hot on your heels. The two of you end up on either side of your couch, both poised to make a run for it. Rooster narrows his eyes at you, and you try to catch your breath, but your lips still pull into a wide grin. When he feints right, you jump away, only to yelp when he switches directions and catches your wrist. You go tumbling to the floor, dragging him down with you in a flurry storm of flour. Bradley catches himself easily, arms braced on either side of your shoulders. All you can do is stare up at him, breathless, skin buzzing from the adrenaline coursing through your system.

“Not so funny now, huh?” He prompts, grin wolfish.

“Well, most of it is still on you,” you point out, giggling when he frowns.

“Oh really?”

Another squeal escapes you when Bradley shakes his head, kind of like a dog with wet fur. Flour sprays all over your face, leaving you sputtering and begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” You shield your face, peaking out only when the flour shower stops. Rooster looks down at you, face too smug to be good for his ego.

“Still think it’s funny?”

“Nope! Not funny, at all. Totally not funny.” But you’re still grinning like crazy because his mustache is still dusted white. It somehow doesn’t take away from how attractive he is.

Rooster’s eyes twinkle as he looks down at you, all fondness and warmth. The splatters of flour on your face remind him of the first night he met you. To think you’d end up here, only a few weeks later. He’s crazy for you, in a way he’s never felt for someone. This must be how his dad felt for his mom. Rooster pauses. The realization settles deep in his chest, like the waves of a storm finally stilling, and for the first time in a long while, Rooster finds that he feels like he’s home. Like you’re his home now. You’re his everything. And he has to tell you.

Don’t think, just do, that’s what Mav would say.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I love you, Roo.”

You both freeze.

A moment of silence. You search Bradley’s gaze, wonderstruck deep to your core at the brimming earnesty you find there. This isn’t teasing. This isn’t flirting. This is real.

You bite your lip, face going positively cherry as you reach up and tug Rooster down by his shirt, bringing your lips to his in a moment of boldness. He shifts down to his elbows, careful to not crush you with his weight. Your lips are soft against his, and you taste like sugar cookie dough, and all he wants is to just pull you closer, kiss you all night, never let this go. You’re gasping softly when he pulls away, a breathy giggle escaping you when he kisses your cheek, your nose, your forehead. When he reaches your lips again, you’re both grinning madly, just like your first kiss that night.

“This must be what a sugar high feels like. You’re gonna give me cavities, baby,” Rooster laughs, collapsing beside you on the carpet. You curl into his side, beaming into his shirt when he presses a final kiss to your hair and murmurs a soft, “Good thing I have a sweet tooth.”

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The cookies don’t get finished that night.

But that’s fine. It just means another night, hopefully just like this one.

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Might make a part 3 because I was planning angst, but this is what I wrote, and I still love it.

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jackiequick · 1 year ago

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Duck, duck, duck, duck, Goose! | Top Gun Fanfic 🧸

Top Gun AU✈️

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Pairing: Nick Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw , Pete Mitchell & Tom Kazansky

Summary: When it came to kids Carole, Iceman and Maverick only had to worry about two. Bradley and his young brother, Dane. Then came Jenny. It seemed fit, 3 for 3! But when another Mitchell kid, came along they realized they had more on their hands. 4 for 4!

Characters mentioned/include: Audrey, Buzz, Wraith, Slider, Hazel, and the rest of the 86’ class

Timeline: Post-Top Gun (1986), Pre Top Gun Maverick

Warning: Canon character death mentioned

Fic type: Fluff and humorous, with small moments of angst

Previous fic —> Click here

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There were moments like this where if you told Maverick and the others years ago, that kids would be part of the agenda they would’ve laughed at you so hard and through you were crazy.

But then the kids started coming over the years.

It started with Goose and Carole. High school sweethearts destined to get married and have kids of their own, where everyone can only wish to have a portion of what they had.

Of course, they had little Bradley Bradshaw or baby goose as he was nicknamed.

Adorable little blonde boy with cubby cheeks and a curious little smile that meant determination. He looked just like his father in every way, Maverick would tell his nephew that years to come.

It was great being a little group of 4. Memories made and laughs saved.

But sadly, then Goose died after a training accident while Carole and Bradley were there to visit them. Maverick felt horrible, so did Iceman, Audrey and the rest of the 86’ class. Gloomy painful days were to come after that.

However there was a flip side, a little surprise to come after the clouds were blowing away.

And that little beam of sunlight became Dane Bradshaw many months later.

Carole didn’t know she was pregnant at the time until Audrey pointed out how fuzzy she felt lately and honestly they couldn’t have been happier in that moment.

Maverick lightly joked, “Wow! I guess Goose really take you to bed.”

“Oh Mav, play nice and that was a little secret.” Replied the Carole with a smile joking back.

Sunset chuckled, “And made sure to leave a bag of surprises afterwards.”

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Goose really did leave a bag of surprise afterwards but they didn’t know that yet until years later.

Duck, duck, duck, duck, Goose!

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Dane Bradshaw was the spitting image of his mother with such a warmth and gentle smile to him, he was nicknamed pooh bear.

Him and Bradley were only 2-3 years apart in age, but there will be moments where they acted like they shared the same brain cell. Being silly little ducklings, surprising people with their charm and sweet tactics.

There were days Carole would come home to the kids (along with Maverick) causing a mess in the house baking. Days where the boys will go playing with water guns and end up getting Audrey’s clothes wet.

Or with Iceman, where Bradley would show their uncle an idea for an airplane to build with boxes and other items in the house. Meanwhile Dane would collect all the ideas, wanting to go big or go bold enough to shine with their plane where Ice couldn’t have the heart to say no.

Other times, Dane was the sweetest thing in the whole entire world. A gushing image is a gentle breeze holding up flowers to his aunties such as Hazel and Audrey, making get well cards for his mama. Hugging his uncle Mav and teasing his uncle Ice with a little grin.

But he was also very protective, him and his brother, being a guard dog when it comes their mother. That goes for Hazel, Valkyrie, Audrey and whatever other lady in their lives.

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Speaking on ladies, they were surprised at the time she arrived. It was an unexpected surprise indeed as for she came at an old hour of the night. No alert, no phone call or an letter from the post man.

Just an knock on the door in a carrier held the first half of The Mitchell-Bradshaw clan. Jennifer Penelope Mitchell, or as she was nickname princess.

Don’t worry she gets a handful of nicknames later on, so do all the kids!

Pete and Ice were in total shock at the bundle of joy brought to their attention but welcomed her with open arms nonetheless.

It took Maverick a long couple of hours, even days to fully get his head around the fact he had a daughter.

It wasn’t until Carole met her and saw the cheeky little smile that she said, “Yup, Pete she’s yours alright!”

“Yes she is.” Audrey added, blowing raspberries into her cheek.

The girls fell in love with Jenny overnight, engulfed by her sweetness but since she was Mav’s kid the girl hated to sleep and very silly. According Iceman she was stubborn like her father but Audrey would say she’s stubborn like him instead.

When Carole brought the boys to meet their cousin/future best friend, Bradley was taken back by Jenny and Dane was curious rather shy about the ideas.

“Mama! Does that mean I have to share a room with her too?” Bradley asked pointed to the girl.

“Wha’ she do?” Dane added, his vocabulary and grammar not very accurate yet.

It was silly, since Dane Bradshaw was close enough be to around less than 2 years older than her but he was curious about the situation, not wanting to share the spotlight with anyone. Same thing when for Bradley, even though he was the oldest.

Carole had to correct them saying, “No boys, you don’t have to share a room with her. And she is just a baby, so she doesn’t do much yet. But I think you guys are gonna like her a lot.”

And as always, Carole Bradshaw is correct!

Since Bradley quickly warmed up to Jenny wanting to show her everything and take the girl everywhere he went like the big brother he is to Dane. Especially when Jenny got older he got to joke around, watching over her and and play with her a lot more.

Bradley nicknamed her Jenny Penny.

Dane, since they were somewhat closer in age range per say, the two were pretty close. Dane being softer, very silly toward the girl and more importantly being protective, catching up on new things with things he learned at school and playing with her a lot of the time.

He nicknamed her JenJen.

Eventually the boys would give her the classic nickname and future callsign, JenPen.

But Jenny Mitchell wasn’t the one who got nicknames, because to her Bradley was Brad Brad and Dane was Danny Boy.

Even though as the years went on, her nicknames for them changed to Chicken and Engineer.

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Soon enough Baby Goose, Pooh Bear, and Princess had a 4th to complete the group (hopefully)…

…Daffy Duck!

Other name being used for Austin Mitchell.

If one Mitchell kid wasn’t enough, look no more to a second one! That was another surprise that left Carole, Iceman, Audrey and Maverick himself flabbergasted at the news. But it’s wasn’t an total surprise since Maverick was known for being in the dating scene a long time, falling in and out of love with several women because the attraction was a strong thing.

Like a lot things, it never lasted too long ending up in heartbreak, loneliness and confusion, thinking it was a short fling.

But as we learned that every actions has an equal opposite reaction. That resulted in his son, in which he chuckled and sighed in awe of the little smile that entered his world. He fell in love with his kid the moment he met him.

Slider joked, “Alright, either Maverick needs to do something about the love making around here or Goose had an grand ol’ conversation about bringing four ducklings with the big man upstairs when he left?!”

Iceman glared at his best friend jokingly, “Very funny, buddy. There is no way Mother Goose had this all figured out and planned for this to happened. It was just fate!”

Maverick shut them both up carrying his son in his arms and said, “Oh shut it you two! Before we know it you’re popping out kids of your own.”

Carole smiled, “My husband wouldn’t do such a thing, even if he did I think theses were gifts. Look how cute they are!”

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Two blondes and two brunettes, all wrapped into a cute little gift baskets from Mother Goose himself.

“Yeah no Slider’s right, Nicholas Bradshaw brought down four ducking after his departure!” Audrey added a few minutes later.

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Austin Mitchell was a spitting imagine and reminder of his father, times 10! From his brownish-green eyes to his nose, even the floppy mess of chocolate brown locks. His smile was no different, giggling about his favorite things and moving around with so much energy that he could become the next marathon runner for god’s sake.

But like any kid here, especially a kid that belongs to Maverick Mitchell, Austin was a clumsy boy knocking into everything and getting himself stuck in troubling situations. It was cute but also kinda annoying.

“A little tornado warning should come with him.” Joked Wraith once he met the boy with a smile.

Nonetheless he was loved. Jenny was only two years old when she got her baby brother, wanting to parenting him and keep the little guy out of danger with a pout. But then again, she was also very clumsy and cheeky herself so they both ended up in a little sticky situation.

Seriously, both kids were found in the kitchen once eating one of their father’s favorite sweet treat, being honeybuns, while on the floor giggling.

Iceman snorted so loud seeing his niece and nephew happily eating the dessert that his only questions was, “How did you two get your hands on it in the first place?”

“Unca Iceee!” Austin only yelled with a little smile and sticky fingers.

“You wan’ some?” Added Jenny with the similar little smile.

Other times, Austin would be the only one brave enough for certain things, dragging Bradley along to meet new people such as when they met Wraith or Buzz for the first time. Austin scared poor Wraith with his chaotic tendencies meanwhile Buzz laughed his ass off.

Plenty of times, that chaotic charm the young boy naturally held would bring a smile to the faces he meets, like when he met Ark and Hazel. When Austin finished hanging out with Hazel, she wanted to keep this boy for herself.

…but there were some moments where Austin’s shining personality mixed with the wrong crowd.

Let’s just say Ice and Mav enrolled him into little league baseball practice for one week, but midway through that same week the coach had to call Audrey to take the kid back home. Because due to Austin’s style, tiny temper and competitive nature when his team wasn’t winning, he decide to use his baseball bat and hit one of the kids from the other team with it.

The kid went as far as to chase the other children around the field in revenge and when Audrey heard that, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She knew it was a bad thing and they probably had to enroll him into a different sport, but the image in her head of her nephew chasing the other kids around like a Looney Tune character was too funny.

“Yup, he was definitely Pete’s son.” She said with a smile, picking up her nephew to take him out for ice cream and a small lecture onto how it’s not nice to hit people.

Let’s just say Audrey wasn’t the only one laughing at the news that day about why Austin Mitchell might not return to baseball practice that week.

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Speaking of Austin, since he was hopefully the last baby for now at least, they decided to set up a color coordinated system for the kids.

That meant if gifts were given, certain items were being delivered, and everyday things like cups, hats, sweaters, backpacks, socks and or etc. each child had their own version of one.

Hell, each kid had certain days set on the calendar, where they all had to do something the other wanted. Like park, mall, trips to the beach and or going to the movie theater.

It was Carole’s idea! So there were no fighting, especially since they were all so little at the time.

Bradley’s things always had a cherry red dot, cute little red label or red post it note on them. (Sometimes apple or red-orange color)

Dane’s things always had a sunny yellow dot, little yellow label or yellow post it note on them. (Sometimes bumblebee or yellow-green color)

Jenny’s things always had a rosy pink dot, little pink label or pink post it note on them. (Sometimes lilac or pink-red color)

Austin’s things always had a sky blue dot, little blue label or blue post it note on them. (Sometimes olive or blue-green color)

And honestly, it was pretty helpful at the time when they were just little kids. Since they knew once they got older, all four of them would pick certain colors to wear, act differently for types of situations and understand the concept of what is not their stuff, don’t take.

But of course like any set of children, no matter what you did or how many times you had to lecture them about a topic, they will always fight about something. Like toys, bedding, backpacks, clothes, food and things to do together.

Like when Bradley and Dane were fighting over a certain Star Wars backpack they saw at Walmart to take for back to school time.

Or when Austin and Jenny were arguing about a DC LEGO sets they both wanted to buy, Batman or Superman sets.

They were kids! You can’t prepare for everything, so the parents always stepped in making the decision for them or had to settle on a small compromise on what’s the verdict.

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Nonetheless, they were good kids that’s what matters.

Yes, they were all different ages with vastly different views on things and personalities but that’s what makes them unique.

They care about their children way too much and thanked Goose for sending such a wonderful set of surprises and memories to come.

But the question that the adults tend to have on their minds was, how would the world handle their set of ducklings as they grow up?

What kind of experiences they will have?

Who will fall in love and who will get their heart broken?

Will there be friends or foes that come they’re way?

So many questions but only time will tell…

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Thank you so much for reading this! 🎬 I know, it’s not exactly formatted like my other stories per say but it was an interesting way to introduce theses kids.

What was your favorite part? 💕

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topgun-imagines · 1 year ago

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What is Bradley middle name?

Oooo this is such a good question!

I’d like to think that Goose picked it more so than Carole did. There’s a few different options:

1. It could be something to do with Mav, given that he was Goose’s best friend. Maybe something like Bradley Peter Bradshaw.

2. It could be his fathers name. Bradley Nick Bradshaw

3. It could be a grandfathers name, either Carole’s or Nicks. Something like Bradley Alexander Bradshaw or Bradley Henry Bradshaw.

Anyone is welcome to step in with their own ideas about what it could be!! 💕

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whohasthecards · 1 year ago

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part 1/add on

Fic Idea

Goose finally gets Jake to more or less accept that he was always welcome in Goose's home, and they get closer, and start bonding more. Jake comes over so often that a lot of his stuff gets mixed in with Goose's and Bradley's belongings. Jake and Bradley start to get closer to, they still annoy the heck out of each other, but in a more playful manner.

However, Jake starts coming over less and less, and slowly stops replying to Goose's messages. Goose starts counting the days. 12 days since he last saw Jake. 9 days since the last call. 6 days since the last decent text conversation. 3 days since the last small talk text reply.

The only reason why he refrained from acting was because of Bradley who mentioned how there were admirals on base, and although everyone was on high alert and busy, Hangman was called on more than others. The admirals seem to highly value his opinion, and the only time he really sees the other man is during hops. Most of the time he sees Hangman speed walking to various meetings or working on multiple stacks of paperwork.

It worried Goose, but Jake was an adult, and work is important to him.

However, it was 3 days since the last small talk text exchange, and it's been 3 hours since he sent another text, which was seemed to be left unread.

It was supposed to be an off day today.

Jake, like many in the younger generation is very tech-savvy, and with promptness instilled by the military, usually replies very quickly.

Goose managed to cook a 3 course dinner and Jake still hasn't responded.

Goose decides, fuck it, and goes to visit the younger aviator's house and knocks on the door.

He hears a lot of concerning thuds and crashes before Jake opens the door. Hair messy, dark circles around his eyes, wearing thick clothes, and

"Goose-?" Jake croaked out in a scratchy voice.

“Come here, kiddo,” Goose said softly beckoning Jake to step closer and press his palm against his forehead, frowning at the warmth radiating off him. “You’re warm, buddy, how are you feeling?”

“Exhausted,” Jake croaked, shrugging as he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down, swaying forward. Goose put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder to steady him, and tensed when Jake moved closer and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

Alarm bells were ringing in Goose’s mind as he instinctively wrapped an arm around him, and stroked a hand through his hair. He let them stand there for a bit as he felt Jake take deep and shaky breaths, while he rubbed circles on the boy’s back.

He squeezed the nape of the boy’s neck gently to bring him to attention, as he pressed his lips on the boy’s head, “Hey, son, why don’t we move to the couch, yeah?” Goose asked.

“Okay,” Jake mumbled, as he stood up, stepping back before Goose pulled him back to his side and guided him back inside to rest at the couch.

He managed to find out that Jake has been forced to overwork himself due to certain admirals who was holding the permanent status of the Dagger Squad against him to get him to do multiple tasks. He was doing way too much for one man. Overworked himself, until body just crashed on him. Jake felt horrible, everything felt heavy and achy, he couldn't breathe properly, and he was very much, exhausted.

Goose was angry for the boy, and begins to dote on him. Feed him, get him Gatorade, snacks, hugs, and manages to pack him a bag and before Jake realizes what was happening, he was bundled up in Goose's car to stay at the Bradshaw household to recuperate.

Goose brings Jake to the house with Bradley helping Jake into the guest room and arranged the pillows and blankets to be set around Jake like a hybrid of a nest or a cocoon. Goose comes back up with actual food on hand, and feeds Jake. Goose and Bradley basically take care of Jake the whole time. At one point, Bradley have to briefly carry the other man.

Goose also calls Mav and Iceman to tell them about Hangman and the admirals situation, and Ice said he'll deal with it, while both ask for updates about the young aviator.

Iceman and Maverick visit and they spoil Jake with treats.

They also give Jake the next few days off as a reminder to never overwork. Jake is "grounded".

"Grounded", meaning that he is not allowed to work.

He can play video games, use his phone, watch TV, but he's just not allowed to work.

Goose distracts him by spending time with the younger man. Jogging with him. Playing catch. Solving jigsaw puzzles. Diamond art. Comics. Movie marathon. And more.

#fanfic #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun fandom #mavdad #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #mother goose #top gun 1986 #fluff #dadmiral #was thinking of writing something longer but didn't feel like it so have this idea instead because I have no attention span to write fics #i like thinking about how soft Goose would be to the naval aviators #and his kindness makes everyone respect him the most

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