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[worldofheroes]

Something Different

nick “goose” bradshaw x reader

summary: you strike up conversation with a lonely looking military man, and you can’t help but fall for him.

warnings: fluff

wc: 905

a/n: I wrote this in like an hour, so it could be better tbh

Even though you’re with your friends at the bar, you don’t pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you’re watching the aviators that have just walked in and gathered at the bar, ordering their first drinks.

Shortly after everyone receives their beer, they disperse, except for one, who looks like a lost puppy.

You look over to your friends, who are still chatting away and haven’t even noticed that you haven’t said anything for the past 15 minutes. You get up and head over to the man at the bar.

“This seat taken?” you ask, sitting down next to him.

“Well it is now,” the man says, flashing you a smile.

“Couldn’t help but notice your buddies left you looking like some sad, lost puppy over here.”

“Well, they live life much differently than me.”

“Oh? How so?”

“They’re more concerned about quantity and I prefer quality,” he says, smiling again. “I’m Goose.”

“Goose?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Well, if you look here,” Goose says, pointing to his wings, “I’m an aviator. Naval aviator, actually. Goose is my callsign. The name’s Nick.”

“A pilot, huh?”

“I’m actually a RIO,” Goose admits.

You place an elbow on the bartop, placing your chin in your hand. “Aren’t RIOs the smart ones?”

Goose smiles again. You love his smile.

“If that’s what you think, then yes, RIOs are the smart ones.”

You smile at Goose. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Y/n,” Goose says, almost like he’s testing it out. “I like that. Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“I like the sound of that,” he says, turning to get the bartender’s attention.

You and Goose continue to talk, and the two of you are getting along great.

“Goose!” someone calls out.

Goose looks over your shoulder, and you glance over your shoulder as the person comes into view.

“Hey Mav,” Goose says.

“Hi there,” Maverick says to you, flashing a smile.

“Hi,” you say shyly.

“What do you want, Mav?” Goose asks, with a hint of annoyance.

“I’m headed out,” he tells Goose.

“Isn’t it early for you?”

“I have something to attend to.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Goose says, making eye contact with you then rolling his eyes. You giggle at his response.

“Good luck tonight,” Maverick says as he walks away.

“I’m so sorry,” Goose says. “He’s still learning his manners.”

You shrug. “But it’s just us again,” you say, placing a hand on Goose’s knee.

He looks down at your hand then back to you.

“Say, why don’t we go somewhere a little more quiet?” Goose asks.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t want to be too forward, but what about my place?”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, quality over quantity, remember?” Goose says, raising his hands up innocently.

You think for a moment, and Goose is watching you intently.

“Alright,” you agree. “But I’m not afraid to throw punches if necessary.”

“I would never, honey,” Goose says, standing up and offering his hand.

You look at Goose’s hand and then back at Goose. He gives you an encouraging smile, and you take his hand.

He leads you out of the bar and to his blue Bronco.

When you get to his place, he jumps out and comes around to open your door.

“A real gentleman,” you say, somewhat teasing.

“Just want to show you I’m serious and not all talk,” Goose says, motioning for you to go first to the door.

The two of you sit on Goose’s couch, and quite literally talk the night away. You also find yourself inching closer to Goose throughout the night.

Soon, you’re lying between Goose’s legs, back against his chest, and his arms wrapped around your waist.

You can’t help the yawn that slips out.

“I’m sorry,” you say, slightly embarrassed. “What time is it anyway?”

Goose looks at his watch. “Looks like it’s almost 2.”

“Are you serious?”

He shows you his watch and sure enough, almost 2.

“I should get going, then,” you say, shuffling to get off the couch.

Goose stays where he was.

“Would it be wrong to ask you to stay the night?”

You look over at Goose. His face is soft, caring.

“I don’t know, Goose,” you say, breaking eye contact.

“That’s alright, I can drive you home,” Goose says, standing up from the couch and walking to get his keys.

“Wait,” you say.

Goose stops, pauses, and turns.

You walk up to him and take his hands in yours. “I haven’t had a genuine interaction like this with a man in so long,” you begin.

Goose raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know how to say it, but you’re different, Goose. And I like that. I like you,” you say.

“Go on,” Goose says with a smile.

You roll your eyes and grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer to you. You pause for just a second before you crash your lips against his.

Goose carefully places his hands on your hips, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss.

After a moment, the two of you pull away, but your foreheads touch.

“I like you too, Y/n. So why don’t you stay the night?” Goose whispers.

“It’s practically tomorrow morning, so I think I already did,” you smile.

Goose smiles back and takes you to the bedroom, where you crawl in bed, cuddle Goose, and fall asleep.

[ddejavvu]

Touch starved pilots of your choice cuddling their s/o headcanons

characters written: pete 'maverick' mitchell, nick 'goose' bradshaw, tom 'iceman' kazansky, ron 'slider' kerner, leonard 'wolfman' wolfe, rick 'hollywood' neven, beau 'cyclone' simpson, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, jake 'hangman' seresin, natasha 'phoenix' trace, robert 'bob' floyd, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, reuben 'payback' fitch

sfw, but cut for length. enjoy!

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell:

depends on what age you're thinking!

if it's young!mav, he's probably just a liiiitle reluctant to let himself relax sometimes

he's sort of got his tough guy persona, and he's not used to dropping it, so when you get him alone he tries messing around at first

whether that's a few too many kisses, or a pinch to your side, he guards himself a bit before letting himself go

but when he does, oh, he's like a little kitten !

he lets you run your hands through his gelled hair (gross)

and it gets all misshapen and spiky

he probably just melts when you pet his hair like that, and he'll be snoozing on your chest in no time

now older!mav is definitely less of a tough nut to crack

he probably initiates the cuddling in the first place, he nudges you over to the bed and lays himself on top of you to crush you

you can push at his chest and splutter all you want, but he's made his choice on where he's going to lay, and it's on you

he likes holding you, but he wants to be face-to-face, so you can brush noses and bump foreheads

he probably tries sooo hard to stay awake so that he can soak in the time you're spending together but peepaw definitely crashes like 10 minutes in

Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw:

he also likes to be face to face!

buuut not for the same sweet reason as mav

he just wants to itch you with his mustache

he likes nipping at you too, he bites your nose to make you laugh

you won't be getting any sleep when you cuddle with goose, he just wants to talk and laugh and hold you the entire time

it's not a period of time to wind down, it's a big laugh-fest

and god FORBID you try to get up to pee

“Nick, I have to go.” / “Sorry, honey. I can’t let go. I think my hand’s stuck.” / “NICK!!”

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

he’s another one who probably has just a bit of trouble letting his guard down

he’ll cuddle with you no doubt, but he’ll probably always keep you in his lap or have some sort of upper hand in the embrace

it takes a while before he’s ready to be held himself

when he does finally give in it's so soft and sweet :')

he's had a really hard day and he comes home with his eyes drooping

you've planned a movie night but he doesn't even look like he could sit through an episode of a tv show

so you lead him to bed instead, and tell him you're sleepy, cause he won't 'ruin' the night by admitting that he is

you ask to play with his hair and he lets you, but he's not sure why 'cause you just said you were tired??

you basically have to trick him into being held but once his head is on your chest and your hands are in his hair he's gone.

he ends up mumbling something all sleepy and groggy like 'mm, that's nice' and his eyes are half shut and he's so endearingly tired :')

he wants you to do it all the time now, I'd say it's about 50/50 whether you fall asleep holding him or he falls asleep holding you

Ron 'Slider' Kerner:

slider's a big boy!!!!!!!

he's big and tall and muscly, the perfect cuddle buddy

he's probably more inclined to hold than be held

but he likes it when you face him so you can wrap your arms around his back :')

he probably likes it when he's able to bury his face in your neck/shoulder/against the top of your head

like he always wants his face snuggled in somewhere warm and nice smelling

and it just so happens his chest is an excellent place to get lost yourself

so you most of the time just nuzzle right into each other and get to snoozin'

i think he'd talk real soft, too, he'd murmur against your ear while you're drifting off, probably boring you to sleep with technical details of his flights but just before you crash for the night he slips in a little 'i love you, honey' and <33333

Leonard 'Wolfman' Wolfe:

he's a loser for his partner it has to be said

almost as teasing as nick is but not quite

he'll let you fall asleep he just wants to talk to you AllTheTime because he LovesYouSoMuch

he's a chatterbox and you'll be lucky if you get to sleep at a decent hour

he really likes it when you lay your head on his chest

'cause he likes playing with your hair and your face :]

sometimes he'll just use you as a little stress toy and squeeze your cheeks and pinch your nose and poke at your forehead

always making silly little jokes and telling you all about his day

down to, like, every comment one of his friends made...

'and then slider said he was gonna kill him but hollywood ran, so then they were just chasing each other around and iceman said-' / 'babe.. can we sleep? please?' / 'oh! right, sorry baby.'

Rick 'Hollywood' Neven

listen there's a reason he and wolfman get along so well

they're BOTH teases!!!

cuddling with hollywood is not really relaxing, because he's always pinching your sides or putting his nasty cold feet all over you, or pretending to knock you out by fake-punching you a bunch

you're just laying there and he's 'punching' your stomach, making fake punch sounds with his mouth, and if you push him away he'll pretend you've absolutely knocked him out, tumbling down onto the mattress with this dramatic thump and closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out of his mouth like he's a dead cartoon character 😭

he's like a dog you have to get his energy out before trying to rest with him or he just Won't Rest

when you DO get him sleepy, though, he's kinda incoherent when he's tired, so you'll be cuddled up together, maybe you're scratching his back, maybe he's playing with your hair, and he's just sort of mumbling nonsense until he finally drifts off to sleep

Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson:

will not be held

sorry! not happening

he's just so big and beefy and authoritative that he doesn't much enjoy being coddled

he loves cuddling with you though, he gets very relaxed just laying with you

he's a casual toucher, i think, so you can rest your head on his shoulder at the airport, you can hold his hand at restaurants, whether that be over or under the table, he lets you hang all over him however you want

he's not super into in-your-face PDA, though, so you'll have to be polite and considerate about it

actually in bed though, under the blankets at night?

he's so much more cuddly than you'd expect

he wraps his big strong arms around you and tugs you close and lets you melt all over him <33

your favorite place to lay your head is probably his chest 'cause it's so broad and firm and nice <3

he's a good back rubber so cuddles are always soft and cozy and sleepy

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw:

lord he's a cuddler

he's just a touchy guy, because he's probably gone without it for a significant amount of time so now that he's got you he's gonna enjoy it

big big big on pda, doesn't really care who sees

so that means cuddling in public, too

perfectly content to sit by the beach with you in his lap all cuddled back into his chest he doesn't care if anyone teases him

but back in bed he's a sucker for head scratches

if you have long-ish nails, enough to scratch at his scalp, he'll literally melt over you like an ice cream cone

his limbs go all gooey and he flops his head down on your chest, groaning and grunting while you scratch through his hair

he really enjoys sleeping on top of you, whether that be fully chest-to-chest 'you're suffocating me' cuddling or just an arm thrown over your stomach while he lays on his own

he likes being held, too, but probably prefers to hold unless he's having a hard day

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin:

big boy!! surprisingly fond of being held for everything we know about him

that cocky demeanor does not last under the sheets

he adores holding you, of course, he'll wrap his big arms around you and cradle your head to his chest

he probably plays with your hair, looooves it when you tangle your legs up with his own

he prefers if you talk to him rather than him talk to you if you're cuddling

cause he likes the sound of your voice and he loves hearing about your day

he tries to listen so attentively to what you're saying, but if you're taking a little too long telling him about that batty old customer that had visited the shop you work at today, his eyes are going to slowly start to droop and he's gonna let out a big ol yawn that means it's time for him to close his eyes

you always cut yourself off like 'sorry, jake. g'head, go to sleep'

and he insists you continue like 'nooo darlin' i wanna hear! keep going :]' except within two minutes he's dozing against the pillow while you talk about the old lady again

he's a simple man just talk soft and slow to him while snuggled up in his arms and he's gonna sleep no matter what you're telling him

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace:

she really likes laying face-to-face with you!!

she's a fan of spooning, of course, she likes either burying her face in your back or letting you snuggle into hers

but she loves the intimacy that comes from being pretty much nose-to-nose with you

the type to lay there and chat with you mere inches away so that you're leaning in to kiss her all giggly and bashful every four seconds

she uses your cuddle time to tell you all about her teammates, what stupid shit jake said today, how bob almost tripped down the stairs, that fanboy's got a new girlfriend who wants to meet you, etc etc etc

but that means when you see them next you know all of the hot gossip about everyone and you giggle every time jake says something dumb and he's like WHAT.. WHAT IS IT.. WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME.. and you give nat this little ;) 'cause you'll definitely be talking shit about him later

she does this thing where she cradles the back of your head in her hand if you're face to face and she throws her leg over your waist and it gives you such intense butterflies that you need to close your eyes sometimes <3333

Robert 'Bob' Floyd:

cuddlebug <3

he loooves cuddling but if you do it face-to-face he's gonna need to be super close to you because he can't see without his glasses 😭

i'm taking like nose-to-nose so close that you have to cross your eyes to see him

otherwise he's pretty chill in what positions he likes

you love it when he reads to you

i think he might not be the most confident reader out loud but he does it anyways 'cause it puts you to sleep

he gets really sleepy really easily so sometimes it's best to refrain from cuddling in public

like you're out on the beach by a firepit and you're all snuggled up together but oops he can't enjoy his smores because he's sleeping on your shoulder

he loves it when you lay your head on his shoulder sm :'))

he wraps his arm around you and tugs you closer <3

Javy 'Coyote' Machado:

prefers holding to being held

probably a little less talkative than the rest, but that doesn't mean you never chat

he just has this insane ability to fall asleep anywhere, i'm talking slumped against the bus window, leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground, piloting his aircraft sorry

he likes staring at you, though, while he falls asleep :')

if you're talking to him he'll listen and nod and hum along and agree when he should, he's a very good listener

but slowly he'll start to fade a bit, and he'll sling his hand over your waist, smush his face into the pillow, and keep listening for as long as he can

slooooowly you start getting less responses from him, he's not reacting as much, but his eyes are always locked onto your face and he's got this lazy little smile on his face while he drifts off to sleep 'cause he gets to look at you the whole time :')

loverboy!!

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia:

the most talkative in the whole wide world

cuddling with him is barely even cuddling, it's watching him act out his entire day

'and then payback went like this and- BAM! shot it down.'

and he's up on his knees in the middle of the bed with his arms out demonstrating exactly how they'd worked through their training exercises that day

and he is loud and energetic and you're half-asleep like 'that sounds awesome, babe.'

he isn't one to stay in one place really, he likes tossing and turning a bit before he falls asleep which means that you are also going to be tossed and turned

he's a really shifty sleeper too so you'll wake up with your face in his armpit

if you're really sleepy though, he'll settle down, he'll pull you into his chest and let you fall asleep there

but he'll probably be on his phone for a bit, he strikes me as a crazy night owl

Reuben 'Payback' Fitch:

out in two seconds

there is no conscious cuddling with him

why?

because the second his head hits the pillow he's snoring

you can cuddle up to him but if he's cuddling up to you he's doing it in his sleep

you're actually so jealous of him bc you lay down for the night and he tucks his chin over your head or he snuggles his face into your neck and that's it.

he's out.

he's a clingy sleeper, though, so if you wanna read for a bit or use your phone it might be kind of hard

honestly it really helps your sleep schedule to sleep with him 'cause sometimes he's entirely wrapped around you and you can't move

so there's nothing to do but sleep yourself

he's like a living furnace i KNOW that man runs hot

you probably wake up sweating a bunch if you're all snuggly with him

blanket stealer. he somehow manages to tear them off of the end of the bed where they're tucked in and cocoon himself

and then you wake up freezing cold

when i said he snores i mean it he snores loud

it's sort of comforting eventually? like at first it drives u insane

but over time you come to rely on it as white noise and you can't sleep unless he's all over you snoring right in your ear and drooling on your shoulder

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[outalongtheedges]

Goose: *wearing a hat that has gods silliest goose written on it*

Goose: Mav! Look at my hat!

Mav: *pretending to be on the phone* Yeah… alright okay. I’ll… I’ll tell him.

Mav: That was the silly goose police

Mav: You need to turn yourself in

Masterlist

[romcomxdd]

imagine bradley sitting down at the piano one day when he was about fifteen, sixteen, and learning great balls of fire. he had heard his mum humming it that morning, and it had been itching his brain all day.

maybe he had forgotten that his dad used to play it, but it still felt like it held a special place in his heard. even if he couldn’t remember those warm evenings spent round the piano as a kid, the shouts of laughter from his three favourite adults, the giggles as he watched his fathers nimble fingers run up and down the instrument.

bradley had been taking lessons for a year or two at this point, so he was competent enough, but it was never really his priority.

he worked on it for hours after school, stumbling halting as his frustration built, but he didn’t stop. the itch to perfect this piece wouldn’t leave him until he got it.

imagine carol coming home to the sound of hreat balls of fire echoing through the house. imagine her opening the door to her son, who’s looking more and more like her husband by the day, playing the song that meant so much to their family.

it’s slow and halting at first, sure, but it felt…right…

imagine bradley looking up to see his mother standing at the door, a single tear finding its way down her cheek. his confusion, and worry, which quickly dissipates as she lets out a joyful laugh, and sits at the piano next to her son, giving him tips as he learns.

[yeagrave]

@redfurrycat and @tgmsunmontue talked about buff Carole in this post and I finally drew it lol

[topgun-imagines]

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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[topguncortez]

You're Still Alive in My Head - N. Bradshaw

whumptober masterlist || previous day

prompt: Hallucinations

synopsis: You had a thing for the night sky since you can remember, and Goose loves sharing in your obsession.

warnings: hallucinations, dying, character death, mentions of graphic injuries, cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of an affair, pre-death anxiety

word count: 1.4k

“There’s so many stars tonight”

It was strange, looking up at the inky black sky that stretched over the Southern California beach. Usually, the lights and smog from the city that never sleeps blocked the stars from shining, but not tonight. It seemed as though every star in the sky was shining bright. 

“I remember being at boot camp,” You sighed, placing your hands behind your head, “And when we did the stupid over leg pull, and staring up at the stars. It was like a game to keep me sane. Which constellation would I find that morning?”

The memory of those early mornings in the Great Lakes, the chill from the ground as the earth cooled, staring up at the last remaining moments of night before the sun took over and it became scorching. Unlike some of the guys in your class, you had to take the long way to get to where you are in the Navy. Joining at age 18, shipping out just days after your high school graduation to the Great Lakes Training Center for 10 weeks, and then off to tech school in Virginia Beach. After that, you went to UVA, joined ROTC, graduated with your degree in political science, and then applied to flight school. It was then that you met him, and ever since then the two of you had an inseparable bond. You two crossed that sacred line between friend and lover one too many times to count, but it never went farther than late nights sneaking into each other’s bunk rooms while at sea. 

“Orion was the easiest to spot,” You said, turning your head to look at the man laying in the sand next to you. Goose’s brown eyes shimmered in the moonlight, as he turned to look at you. A soft smile graced his face. 

“You and the stars,” He responded. 

“They’re just so interesting!” You exclaimed, “The stories behind the clusters.” 

“Yeah, well, what does that one mean?” Goose challenged, pointing towards a constellation. 

It took you a moment, as your eyes squinted trying to connect the dots and lines in the sky, “That’s scorpio. He brought down Orion, the mythical hunter by stinging him. He lies in a different part of the sky at a different time. It is said that Orion is fleeing as Scorpio rises.” 

You weren’t entirely sure when your fascination with the night sky started. It started long before you had entered the Navy, but being a pilot didn’t help the obsession any. If anything, it has made it worse. There were many nights, being in the middle of the sea, where you would lay on the flight deck, staring up at the night sky. If you were on assignment with Goose, he usually joined you, revealing in the silence. He loved Maverick, but there were sometimes he just needed to get away from his short, loud, friend. The two of you had spent many hours on top of the flight deck, lying in silence while looking at the stars. Occasionally, Goose would quiz you, asking you about the constellations and the one-off planet that could be seen from earth. It was actually Goose, who had given you your callsign way back in flight school, all based on your love of the stars. 

“What about that one, Nebula,” Goose pointed towards another constellation. 

“Andromeda, the chained lady,” You rattled off, “She was sacrificed to try and save a kingdom that Poseidon tried to flood. She was chained to a cliff for a sea monster to eat.”

“Sheesh, that’s brutal,” Goose hissed, “I would never chain you to the side of a cliff to be left for a sea monster to eat.”

You looked at him, love and admiration in your eyes, “Thanks, Goose.” 

The silence stretched back between the two of you. It felt right. Lying in the warm, white sand beneath the glow of the stars, next to the man that you had fallen so deeply in love with. You knew that you were torturing yourself by not being able to move on from him. He was married now, and you liked Carole. He even had a child, Bradley, who was the splitting image of his father. But you just couldn’t do it, you couldn’t give up on the possibility that maybe one day, he would act on the feelings you knew he had for you. There had been several moments since your arrival at TopGun, the stress and tension getting to you both; you having to prove that you could be there next to your male counterparts and Goose, needing to prove that him and Mav hadn’t soloed under a lucky star, where you almost acted on impulse. But every time those feelings were brought up, you would stop yourself, too scared to do anything. 

“What about that one?” Goose asked. 

“Ah, you found the big dipper, probably the most recognizable star in the sky.” 

“And why is that?” 

“There’s a lot of history behind it,” You said, “One of the stars that make up the big dipper is the North Star. During slavery times, the enslaved people would find the big dipper, and the North Star, and follow it to freedom. However, in Arabian lore, the big dipper is associated with funerals.” 

It was interesting to you, how such a star could have two very different meanings. It was the beauty in the stars, you assumed. Everything had two sides to it, a beautiful side and a dark side. It was like you and Goose. The two of you had such a beautiful friendship, years of camaraderie and flying in the sky next to one another. You trusted Goose with your life, and him too. Goose would consider you a closer friend to him than Maverick was. The two of you complimented each other, you the serious one, him the goofball. You understood Goose on a different level than Mav did. But just like there was beauty in the friendship, there was also darkness. You were the one he ran to when Carole first told him she was pregnant. You were the one who held him when he cried and told you that he couldn’t be with you because he had to “do right by Carole, and marry her.” You were the one he told he was scared that Mav would one day get him killed, and he feared never being able to be the father he wanted to be. 

“Why don’t you follow it?” Goose asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed, as you pushed yourself up on your elbows and looked at him, “What?” 

“To freedom,” Goose said, nodding his head towards the star, “Why don’t you follow the star to freedom? Better than waiting for your funeral.” 

“Goose,” You shook your head, “I-I don’t. . .” 

“Y/N,” Goose whispered to you, “Baby.” 

Suddenly the warm sand that once surrounded you, was replaced with cold snow. The gentle crash of the waves turned into the howling of winter wind against your face. You looked down at your body, finding your tattered flight suit in place of the yellow sundress you thought you were wearing. Your hands were covered in blood, chapped and cracking from the biting cold. The scent of gentle sea breeze and salt was now the all too familiar scent of jet fuel and smoke. Your lips felt dry, and your eyes welled with tears as you looked around. 

“Nick,” You said, barely above a whisper. 

His eyes were still soft, but instead of his normal tanned face, an ugly purple, bloodied bruise blemished his face. It all came back to you, as this was the way he looked the last time you had seen him, when the Coast Guard had landed back at Top Gun to unload his body. A sob racked your body as you realized what had happened to you. 

“Oh god! Oh god!” You held your face in your hands. 

“Shh, shh,” Goose cooed, wrapping his arms around you, “We almost made it.” 

“I’m gonna die,” Your breathing picked up as your heart hammered in your chest. You knew about pre-death anxiety, but you never knew that you would feel it like this. The thought of dying out here, alone in the wilderness, where no one was here to find you, was terrifying. But the one comfort you did have, was the hallucination of your best friend next to you.  

“Don’t leave me,” You leaned into his body, “Please.” 

Goose shifted, his hands holding your face, “I can’t stay,” You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” He said against your skin, before disappearing into the night sky.

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[jaidens]

omg wait bradley introducing his gf to his parents (obvs in an au where goosie poo and carol arent dead <33a0 PLS AND TYSM ML <3333333333333333333333333333

there ain't a thing a man can do she'll only love you for you

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : nothing!

a/n [s] : dal lives for requesting brad [requests are open!]

“Brad,” You say above the music that plays on the radio. “I’m worried. Who says they'll like me? I mean, these are your parents.”

Bradley looks over to you, hand stopping the tapping movement on your thigh. His Ray-Bans cover his eyes, but you can tell he's looking at you. “Baby, just be yourself. My mom said she's tired of hearing the stories about you, and how ‘wonderful’ you already seem. I promise it will be fine.”

When the large, suburban Bradshaw home comes in your sight, you feel the pit in your stomach start to fill with worry. “Are you ready?” Bradley asks.

You nod and he shuts the engine off and gets out of the car, and you follow slightly after and grab your purse and phone. There are about fifteen cars parked in the driveway and on the edge of the road, as well as in the grass. You knew it was a family reunion, but not this big of a reunion. You connect your hands with Bradley’s and scoot closer to him.

He takes you up the stairs and knocks on the door. There are some small Halloween and fall decorations on the wrap around porch on each pole. You're zoned out on the porch decor when you hear it. “Bradley! Hello honey!” An older woman's voice captures your attention and you give her a large smile.

She has Bradley in her arms before she takes you in. “Oh, you must be Y/N! You are so beautiful. You are just the sweetest! Come inside!” Her hand pushes you both in and you look around at everyone mingling, children running around, and right in the middle of everything stands Nick Bradshaw.

“Here, why don't you come and meet my dumb husband Nick. Now, we have both been dying to meet you. Bradley never seems to shut his mouth about you, I already love you from what he's told me.” Carole is practically dragging you too, and Bradley shrugs his shoulders and follows after his mother.

“Bradley! There's my boy!” A loud obnoxious shout fills your ears. You smile when Nick hugs Bradley in his arms, and shakes him around. He looks almost identical to Bradley, with thinner hair and the fact he was greying. “And you must be?” He turns and lets go of him, and shakes your hand.

“Y/N. I’m Bradley’s girlfriend.” When you say it, he shouts a yell and kicks his feet around. You can't tell how a man in his sixties can somehow do all of this, but you're smiling and laughing.

“Oh! You are one pretty catch! It is really nice to meet you!” Nick puts his arm around Carole and tugs her into his chest. She hits it playfully and lets Nick kiss her.

“Isn’t she just beautiful?”

“Bradley has good taste, just like his father.” Nick jokes and Bradley laughs. The atmosphere is warm and the worries start to disappear. Bradley stays close to you and he interacts with cousins, aunts, uncles, and others.

—

“I told you it would be fine.” Bradley told you later, handing you a water as you flipped through old baby pictures and other pictures from his childhood. He sits down next to you and covers an embarrassing picture with his hand. You look up and smile at him, and he kisses you on the tip of your nose and travels to your lips with soft pecks.

“I know. I've also been invited to brunch with your mom.”

[thewulf]

My Girl || Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Summary: Request! Hello!! I saw that your requests are open, and was wondering if you could do a beau "cyclone" Simpson or a tom "iceman" Kazansky one shot, where cyclone/iceman are in an established relationship w a doctor and dagger squad/1986 top gun squad find out about the reader?

A/N: This one was so fun to write, although a bit shorter than my normal one shots. It just came so easily. I went with Tom in the Original 1986 version! There’s lots of flipping back and forth between names and callsigns, just a warning!

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+

Once you parked your car in the driveway you took a moment to collect your thoughts. The residency was tough, kicking your ass even. You had opted to go into pediatric surgery which wasn’t for the faint of heart. More often than not things did go your way but today was one of those days where you lost a baby right at the end of the surgery, shattering you. These cases always felt worse than the best cases made you feel happy.

Tom was home you noted. His truck sitting in the driveway next to your much smaller car. He had moved into your condo after three years of dating. Things between the two of you were great. More than great. The both of you understood how demanding each other’s careers were so when you did get time together you loved to just relax with each other. You were rather looking forward to falling asleep on Tom’s shoulder or lap in a few hours.

Walking through the front door you found him sitting on the couch reading through what looked like a manual. Tom had just gotten into Top Gun with his RIO Slider, or as you knew him, Ron. Luckily, Top Gun wasn’t far from where you he was already stationed in San Diego so selfishly you got to have him home for a little while longer. That was the hardest of it all when Tom was deployed on a mission. You knew just how good he was in the air but there was that fear that always sat in the back of your mind when he left. You always just prayed he’d make it home safe. He hadn’t let you down yet.

“Hi baby,” Leaning down you kissed his cheek. Breaking him right of the trance he was in, “Everything okay?”

“Y/N.” He smiled pulling your neck down for an actual kiss, “I’m great sweetheart. Just making sure I’ve got everything before our practical tomorrow. Viper wasn’t happy we shot him down today, so I think he wants to prove a point.”

“Pete giving you any trouble today?” You asked while plopping yourself down next to him. Cuddling into him you took a deep breath finding immense comfort in his scent.

He grinned pulling you right on top of him, throwing the manual off to the side, “Mav’s always giving me trouble. But I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about you. How was your day?”

You sighed placing your head onto his chest, “Not good T. Lost an infant. Another five-year-old isn’t doing great either.” You didn’t feel like elaborating. Tom already knew how you felt. Completely and utterly defeated.

Rubbing your head he squeezed you with his other hand, “I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s okay,” You whispered, “Occupational hazard I suppose.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier.” He placed his chin on top of your head, “It’s okay to be sad.”

“I know, you make it easier though.” Mumbling you closed your eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of your boyfriend’s heart. Always finding comfort in him.

“You can’t fall asleep yet sweetheart.” His vibrations of the laughing coming from his chest only soothing you further.

“And why not?” You pouted while still keeping your eyes closed.

He paused, not sure if he wanted to bring up his plan anymore. See, the guys at Top Gun didn’t believe Ice the last time they were all at the Hard Deck. They didn’t believe he had a doctor girlfriend. Ice refused to even look at another woman knowing you were working late that night. Really the only reason he ever went out was if you were stuck at the hospital. He’d much rather spend his nights in with you on the couch watching some dumb show neither of you paid attention to.

Mav and Goose teased that he had no game. Not accepting that he had a girlfriend. Nonetheless one that was literally smarter than all of them combined. Claiming that Ice was far too cold of a person to ever get a girlfriend like that. Let alone keep one for four years. But your Tom was a whole lot different than the Iceman that all the aviators knew.

They really didn’t believe him when he described you. Even a few other aviators had to agree with the pair. Not believing Iceman was emotionally capable of obtaining somebody like you for that amount of time. You sounded way too grounded, smart, and beautiful to be wrapped up in the life of an aviator’s girlfriend. But the two of you made it work. You always made it a point to communicate as much as you could, even when things were tough.

The whole group all about lost it when Ice showed off the engagement ring he carried around with him. He didn’t know when he was going to propose to you, but he wanted to have the ring ready to go for when it felt right. He’d bought it a few months ago, the longer he lived with you the more it reinforced that he knew you were it for him. He saw himself starting a family with you. Being forever happy with you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to babe.” He kissed the top of your head, “I was thinking we go to the Hard Deck tonight?”

You looked up at him turning your head in confusion. He never invited you to the Hard Deck. Not that you minded, at all. That was his place with the guys. You trusted Tom with your life. Of course, you’d let him have his place, “The Hard Deck?”

“Mhmm,” He rubbed circles on your back, “Maybe you could grab a few drinks, not think about the day?”

“Did you say the Hard Deck?” You asked again, making sure you heard him right.

“Yes.” He smiled, “There something wrong with it?”

You shook your head quickly, “No! I just haven’t been with you before.”

He frowned almost instantly, “Really?”

“Yeah, but it never bothered me. I promise. I know it’s your place.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No wonder they don’t believe me.” Tom sighed leaning back into the couch, pulling you right along with him.

Over time you found that Tom’s love language was physical touch and quality time. He always pulled you into him or onto him. He found solace in your touch, loving every single second of it.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed, “You’re confusing me tonight, T.”

He smiled at his favorite nickname, “The guys don’t believe that you exist. That I’m making you up.”

“Ahh, now you’re making some more sense my love.” You giggled, “You want to show them that I exist then?”

He smirked pinching your side, “I want to show you off baby.”

“I’ve got a lot of work to do if you want to show me off.” You sighed feeling the ugliness of the day consuming the way you felt as well.

“Hardly. You’re so beautiful.”

Blushing lightly, you never got tired of the shower of compliments he always gave you, “Shush you cheese.”

“Only for you.” He bopped your nose.

“Let me shower really quick and then we can go.”

“Yeah?” He smiled knowing you would do anything for him, “We don’t have to go if you’re tired and just want to relax.”

You shook your head, “And miss my chance to meet Maverick? The only human whose ever made you angry. Never.” You giggled hopping right off him and running upstairs before he could protest.

You opted for a nice floral sundress. One because it was over a hundred damn degrees in San Diego during the summer and two you had to dress to impress. Tom wanted to show you off and you wanted to try your best. Hopefully you weren’t as awkward as you normally felt you were.

“Baby, you look amazing. As always.” Tom winked pulled you into his side, “I’m so lucky.”

“Always such a mush.” You cooed wrapping an arm around his side.

“What? I can’t fawn over my beautiful girl.”

Blushing you rolled your eyes, “Shush, you know what you’re doing.”

He shrugged, “I love seeing you blush.” Chucking he gave you a squeeze before going to open the door for you. The ride to the Hard Deck was short, you lived close to the base. You didn’t work at the Naval hospital but the civilian one down the road.

Before he let you hop out, he stopped you, “I might act a little different than normal.”

“Like what?” You smiled seeing him so nervous.

“A bit of an asshole.”

Your turn to laugh, “I expected that, Tom. I do pay attention to your stories you know.”

He returned your smile with one of his own, “God, I love you. You know that?”

Nodding your head, you leaned in for a kiss, “I do. I love you to pieces too.”

Breaking the kiss, he quickly got out to open the door for you. Four years later and you never grew tired of his gestures. He always thought of you in everything that he did. How could you not be madly in love with a man like that?

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you close into him as you both entered the bar. Whether he was staking his claim on you or what you didn’t care, you loved being close to him. You loved it even more when he wasn’t afraid to show it. Who knew a bunch of Naval aviators would push him to do something so wildly out of his comfort zone. Tom at home was lovey and mushy always. Tom in public was sweet but never got too affectionate. Nothing like what he was doing right now.

Tom quickly spotted Slider pulling you along with him. He let you take the seat next to him white he stood behind you.

“I’ll be damned. Is this Y/N really out at the Hard Deck.” Ron put his aviators on top of his head eyeing the pair curiously. You adored Tom’s RIO. You guys often had him over for dinner once you moved in. He was good company and saw the rare soft side that Tom really only reserved for you on occasion.

“Your eyes don’t deceive you, Ronny.” You grinned using your favorite nickname for him. It still felt odd calling him Slider even though that’s exclusively how Tom referred to him as.

Ron looked up towards Ice waiting for his response, “What?” Ice questioned his RIO.

“Mav and Goose get under your skin that bad?”

Tom scoffed, “Hardly. I just wanted to go out with my girl. Is that such a crime?”

Ron smirked up at his friend knowing he was bullshitting him hard. Ever since Ice heard what happened to Cougar with the MIG’s and dropping out of the Navy as a whole pissed him off. Mav took Cougar’s spot. His rightful spot that he worked years for. Of course, he held resentment. Then he met the guy. He had to admit that you were right. There weren’t many people who could agitate Tom, Mav ended up being one.

Tom spotted him just as he was thinking of him sitting across the bar. Smirking Tom decided to lean down and give you a long kiss on the cheek hoping Mav would see before whispering, “Mav, 2 o’clock.” To you.

You looked over in that general direction and had to have spotted the man that seemed to torture your Tom. He looked a little shocked before replacing it was a cocky façade you were sure most aviators wore.

It wasn’t a moment later the man made his way over to where the three of you were.

“Your girl actually exists Ice?” Pete asked Tom but looked at you. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you.

Taking a long sip of your cocktail you eyed him up and down, “That’s it?” You looked back up at Tom curiously.

“What hon?” He asked you quizzically. Not having a clue what you were getting at.

“I was just expecting more that’s all.” You smiled sweetly at the man. Ron up and started laughing. Tom’s mouth almost completely dropped, and Pete looked a little pissed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pete questioned you with a confused expression garnering his face.

You shrugged, “For such a dominant callsign of Maverick I was just expecting more. That’s all.”

“What are you doing?” Tom whispered in your ear albeit with a small smile forming on his face.

“Pissing him off baby.” You kissed his cheek slowly.

“Why?”

“Because he pisses you off. Fair is fair.” You giggled before grabbing for your cocktail again. You weren’t sure what was coming over you. You weren’t overly attention seeking but when somebody wound up your boyfriend like that you just had to do the same back. Tom protected you fiercely it was your turn to do the same. Even if it was all just in good fun.

Pete stood there confused. You decided to rub salt on the wound, “Would you like a drink or?”

“Are you paying?” He smirked getting his confidence back.

“Ha!” You let out an obnoxious laugh earning the attention of a few more aviators unbeknownst to you, “You wish hot shot. Your boyfriend down there is paying.” You pointed straight to the blonde who was avidly watching what was going down between the group.

You looked up at Tom who looked pleasantly surprised. His girlfriend more than holding her own against the arrogant asshole that drove him mad.

“Goose.” Mav sighed rolling his eyes before darting off to go find him.

You smiled up to your boyfriend feeling the buzz start to take over as you downed your first drink a little too quickly.

“Ice! That’s your girl?” A group of aviators in uniform came over. Turning towards the group you smiled kindly to the trio that made their way over.

“No shit, you actually exist. How do you stand him?”

“Hollywood shut it.” Tom nearly growled stepping closer to your barstool.

“Easily.” You continued after Tom interjected.

“Really?” The one standing next to Hollywood spoke up.

Tom looked like he was going to explode on them if they didn’t back off soon, “Really Wolfman?”

“Just surprising.” He muttered looking away from the gaze that could kill.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You attempted to break the tension between all the men that happened out of nowhere, “Tom says great things about you all.”

“You too!” Hollywood clapped walking over to you, “Now I need to pick your brain on Iceman over here.”

“No way Hollywood.” Tom laughed blocking him from taking a seat next to you. He had his mask for work for a reason. He had to build up his reputation to be called Iceman, he didn’t want that to be ruined. He was cool calm collected Iceman who never broke in the air. Flew cold as ice. There is no way in hell he’d ever let one of them learn about the other side of himself. The soft side of him. The truer side where he felt his best when he was with you. He knew he was weak for you, but he always knew you were just as weak for him.

Tom never really believed in soul mates before he met you. But when he accidentally ran into you, literally, at the hospital you worked at his heart nearly stopped right then and there. He knocked you flat on your ass, but you were nothing but gracious. You started laughing, likely in embarrassment but it was a better reaction than anger. Tom insisted he buy you a coffee for the trouble and you accepted. You were on hour fourteen of a hell shift and a coffee sounded more than wonderful. From that moment on Tom believed. He was so thankful he literally ran you over.

Little did the two of you know that would kick off the world wind romance you found yourself in, but you couldn’t be more grateful. Tom was everything to you. You quickly fell in love with him, and it terrified you. You were so useed to shitty men and shitty relationships this relationship made you constantly on edge. Waiting on the other shoe to drop. But it never did. Tom just kept treating you better and better the longer you two dated. It was month four that you knew you loved him deeply. Luckily, he told you first which negated any fear you had in the relationship.

“Come on Ice!” Hollywood attempted to pout earning a laugh from Slider and Wolfman.

“Like I said. No fucking way.”

Smiling you loved watching the interaction between all of the aviators. He was different but he was still your Tom. He just threw that mask up to protect himself. You understood. You had to do the same thing at work. Feeling like you had to be a stone-cold bitch many times to prove yourself to your attending because you were a woman. There weren’t many woman surgeons let alone ones that specialized in pediatrics in the 80’s. You were sure that Tom would hardly recognize you at work, an almost heartless version of yourself.

A few more aviators came over seeing a crowd forming around you. Tom viscerally groaned knowing this was likely going to happen. He brought it upon himself but now the guys were picking on him by giving you so much attention. Tom wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and take you home away from all of them.

“Ice! She’s pretty. How in the hell did you manage that?”

Tom rolled his eyes knowing you heard the comment, “Shut up Merlin.”

Slider started cracking up seeing the irritation grow on his pilot’s face, “Hey Merlin, ever thought it was because he’s amazing in the sack?”

Your face grew bright red at the comment. He surely wasn’t wrong, but you certainly weren’t going to admit it to the now group of pilots that surrounded you and Ron at the bar.

Ice slapped the back of his head, “The hell is wrong with you?”

“Her face is bright red! It must be true!”

You shrugged grabbing your refreshed cocktail instead of answering.

“Oh, shut the hell up Goose!” Tom groaned flipping him off earning a roar of laughter from the Top Gun group.

“I always knew you were a legend man.” Slider commented while winking over at him making sure to dig his hole deeper.

“You’re on my shit list.” Tom tried to keep a straight face before joining in the group laughing at the situation.

For the next few hours, you chatted with random pilots finding the best conversation with Nick Bradshaw. He reminded you of your brother finding an easy casual conversation with him. You still made sure to give Pete a hard time, for the sake of Tom.

Tom pulled you aside when he had enough, “Ready to go home? I want some time with you sweetheart.”

You nodded finding it so attractive he wanted you to himself, “Let’s go.”

He helped you up from your stool waving the crowd of aviators off. The two of you blaming your work for your early departure. One perk of being a doctor is being able to use that as an excuse to leave anything you didn’t want to be at.

“For the record, I’m not only with you because you’re good in bed. But it’s a perk.”

He smirked, “Let’s utilize that perk when we get home, yeah?”

You looped your arm in his, “Hell yeah.”

“That’s my girl.”

@wildellaa I hope you enjoy!

[worldofheroes]

I’m Here, Honey

nick “goose” bradshaw x reader

summary: after not hearing from you in a couple weeks, Goose stops by to check on you.

warnings: just fluff

wc: 430

a/n: I freaking love Goose yet his fics are always the shortest 😅

You’re laying on your couch with your arms wrapped around a pillow. It’s been a tough few weeks.

There’s a knock at your door, and your door opens.

“Y/n?” You hear Goose call out.

You want to say something, but your throat tightens. Goose finds you quickly.

“Hey,” he says softly, squatting down beside the couch. He pets your hair. “What’s going on? I haven’t seen or heard from you in weeks.”

“Goose,” you whisper.

“I’m here, honey, I’m here.”

“I just feel sad. I feel like we shouldn’t be together, like you deserve more,” you say, with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Y/n,” Goose says softly. “Come here,” he says, helping you up from the couch.

He wraps you up in his arms and kisses the top of your head.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he whispers in your ear.

“I didn’t want to bother you, not with graduation so close.”

“Honey,” Goose says, gently lifting your chin. “It doesn’t matter, you matter more to me.”

“Goose, you can’t blow this.”

“Iceman is two points ahead of us, and I don’t see us catching up,” Goose sighs.

“Goose,” you whisper.

He brushes some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, this is about you.”

You pause a moment before you reach up to kiss him. He pulls you closer to him and deepens the kiss.

You break the kiss and bury your face in his neck. Goose rubs your back, not saying anything.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his neck.

“Of course, honey,” Goose says, kissing your temple.

“Can you stay with me?”

“Yes, of course.”

You take Goose’s hand and lead him to your room.

“Get comfy,” you tell him as you walk into your closet to get some pajamas. Goose smiles softly as you walk away.

You come back out to see Goose in his boxers lounging on the bed.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you.

“You told me to get comfy,” he tells you.

“I know,” you say, walking over to the bed. “It’s just… good to have you here. I’m sorry I haven’t reached out.”

“No, I’m sorry, I should’ve come here sooner,” Goose says, wrapping you in his arms.

“But you’re here now, Goose.”

“Yes, I am. And I’m not planning on leaving, so you’re stuck with me.”

You place gentle kisses on his chest, closing your eyes.

“I’m okay with being stuck with you,” you say with a smile.

Goose laughs as he plays with your hair. “Good to know. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, Goose.”

[hang-a-roo]

- Top gun, 1986, right after Iceman did his chomp thing at Maverick -

Goose: Mav. Why did you lock Ice in the bathroom stall?

Maverick: Because he growled at me.

Iceman: Open the fucking door, Mitchell!

[emmedoesntdomath]

ice, glaring mav dead in the eye, Disappointed Face on full blast: you were irresponsible, flagrant with the rules, and jesus, mav, you acted like a fucking child-

mav, nodding solemnly: yessir

*twenty minutes later*

goose, sighing and shaking his head: you didn’t hear a single goddamn word, did you?

mav, also sighing, but dreamily, as he imagines the look on ice’s face: nope

[bitter-post-millennial]

I am Malak, a medical student from North Gaza. Our home has been destroyed, and we have been displaced more than 20 times seeking safety, but danger is everywhere💔. During this journey filled with suffering, I lost my brother Moataz, who was martyred while trying to fetch water for us😢.

I want to escape this hell to save my family and continue my medical studies. I have created a donation campaign, and any contribution, whether by donating or sharing the story, means a lot to me. Your support could be the light in this dark tunnel🍉🙏.

Y’all know what time it is

[waklman]

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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[paxdracona]

So is this a Goose lives kind of deal? Time travel? Who knows, I certainly don't :) Goose is there and he and Bradshaw junior have the (to Mav) both annoying and endearing habit to square the fuck up whenever Mav gets looked at funny

(And Mav is touched, honest, but he also can take care of himself just fine, and isn't afraid to express that (and usually they listen, which is nice) ('Seriously, keep it up and I'll transfer far, far away from you guys (affectionate but serious)' 'Ice agrees with us, so good luck with that'))