#nick goose bradshaw x pete maverick mitchell x carole bradshaw

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⚽ Nick "Goose" Bradshaw Fic Recs 🔥

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List of Ao3 Authors: Dracculaura ~~~ Indigofudge ~~~ Lacerta ~~~ Lesbiseresin ~~~ Orphan_account ~~~ Pollyna ~~~ Qin_ling ~~~ SaintClaire | Specter_Ross ~~~ Teacupivy ~~~ Vannral ~~~ Yellow_crayon.

> Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

peace was never an option by dracculaura {T}

/Goose/

working overtime

Goose considers turning in his wings if it means he’ll be spared having to listen to even one more rambly, sappy monologue about Ice’s eyes.

but it’s always the same

Goose spent twenty-five years thinking that it couldn’t get worse than his best friends, and now he feels like he’s being punished for tempting fate like that.

no fear, just faith by qin_ling {M}

/Goose & Icemav/

if you lead, I will follow

Maverick and Iceman stare at each other a lot. Goose despairs. Or; Goose is the best wingman.

no fear, just faith

“Why don’t you send him a letter?” says Goose. Maverick stares at him. “Why would I do that?” — Lo and behold, Maverick and Iceman still don’t have their shit together. Goose's distress knows no bounds.

Thats Me, Honey by orphan_account {T}

/Sloose/

“Dammit Goose, you couldn’t have splurged for a booth?” “Sorry, booths are reserved for people I plan on going steady with” “Aw sweetheart, are you planning on dining and dashing?” “I’m hardly dining Kerner. Can’t a man sip his coffee in peace? Is nothing sacred anymore?” "Quit your honking. I saw you through the window and thought I’d check in.” Or, 5 times Slider surprises Goose and +1 time Goose surprises Slider back.

and you moved me, honey by vannral {M}

/Sloose/

”Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Slider says somewhere on Goose’s left. His voice is gruff, flat and so deadpan it would be hilarious under any other circumstances but unfortunately Goose is stuck on this ride, too, so he can relate heavily." Slider and Goose are 200 % done with their pilots and their stupid pining. Goose also realizes he might care a lot more for Slider than he thought.

The Retirement Of Admiral Bradshaw by SaintClaire {T}

/Gooserole/

The Retirement Of Admiral Bradshaw

He’s been sitting back at his desk for almost half an hour before Beau kicks the door in. “What the fresh hell is this, Bradshaw?” And so, Nicholas ‘Goose’ Bradshaw, two-star admiral and wrangler for the best and worst naval aviators ever to fly, retires. Predictably, it leaves him with absolutely no fucking idea with what to do with himself.

Not An Admiral But A Ringmaster

Other people might think that it’s actually bloody difficult to be a one-woman show in a circus-sized family of idiot naval pilots, but Carole is just that good. Pete introduces her a whole day later to a sweetly-blushing Nick Bradshaw, and Carole’s family takes off from there. She marries Nick within the year in a beautiful tulle monstrosity that only the 80’s could have ever produced, and kisses her husband for the first time on the steps of the town hall. Pete cries. Goose cries. Carole laughs, and tips her head back to the sun as she hugs her boys tightly.

Goose and Pals by yellow_crayon

/Goosemav/

sweet but a psycho {T}

"Yeah, I know, Chester. I'm so sorry he crashed the test plane on top of one of your new program sites and-" Bradshaw Senior is in the middle of saying, one hand tugging absently at his collar, "Exactly, he's too reckless. Where do you think I get all my white hairs?" He expertly dodges Maverick's kick and rests his hand briefly on his partner's knee. Rooster's dad had stuck with the all-natural look, and at the tender age of forty-five, he's gone half-grey. Maverick on the other hand, doesn't have a single white hair on his uniformly dark head. Rooster suspects he may be using hair dye but has yet to turn up concrete evidence to support his theory.

I say a little prayer {G}

"Hey, I learned from the best, ok?" Rooster says over the radio after confirming their information with the base command center, "Trust me, sir. I got this. Gonna get you down to the ground safely. It's just a bit of funky weather." "Wait, who are you referring to as the best?" "Your old pilot." "Mav?!" Goose's voice finally cracks, panic flooding in. "Ice is the best, Maverick is—" He starts to say. There's a burst of static over the recording accompanied by the sound of someone loudly retching. "Dad, did you fucking throw up back there?!" Rooster shouts before remembering that the entire command center is eavesdropping, "I mean, er, sir, just hang in there."

hold me, baby (like a lover should) by vannral {E}

/Sloose/

’”C’mon, Goose, if you wanted me to show you good time, all you had to do was ask,” Slider drawls, his smooth voice taking a rough, almost husky edge.’ In which Slider and Goose have an encounter in the locker room and Goose comes to a shocking conclusion that oh shit, the feelings he has for Slider are more of romantic variety. Includes a lot of pining and sarcasm and supportive pilots who have their own show going on.

Family Dinner by Specter_Ross {G}

/Goosemav/

Rooster brings Jake to meet his dads Maverick and Goose. Jake is nervous, he wants to make a good impression. But when he breaks one of their plates, he's sure he ruined everything.

here in our bed (’til the morning comes) by vannral {E}

/Sloose & Icemav/

'”Are you sure?” Goose asks hopelessly, completely aware that he sounds whiny. The receptionist’s smile tightens. ”Very sure, sir,” she says, her tone still extremely polite. ”Two rooms, like I said.” Two rooms which – like she very patiently explained to him – also means two beds instead of four.' In which there’s Only One Bed™, both for Slider and Goose, and for Maverick and Iceman, because the RIOs won’t stand for their pilots pining anymore and can’t deny the affection for each other, either.

when the coast is gettin’ clearer by vannral {M}

/Sloose/

"It starts after Hop 31 and in retrospect Goose would like to point out he can’t be held responsible for not noticing any of it earlier because at that point, he’d been pretty much occupied. With straight-up not having a good time." In which Goose survives, there's something up with Slider and they both have to deal with their pilots. Or, five times Slider did something nice for Goose and one time Goose knew why.

our mighty wings by vannral {M}

/Sloose/

”Tower, this is Delta-324, asking permission to final approach… that you, Goose?” Goose gasps and nearly drops the clipboard, his heart slamming in his throat. ”Holy shit, Delta-324, Tower copy – Ron?” In which Goose becomes an air traffic controller after Top Gun and Slider’s a commercial pilot and they flirt over the comms much to the exasperation of everyone around them. They still have to deal with their own former pilots.

little taste of heaven by lesbiseresin {G}

/Gooserole/

“Go back to sleep, honey.” Part of Carole wants to push back. She’s the one who’s more used to waking up for this and Nick only got home from his deployment a few days ago. He deserves the rest. She opens her mouth to tell him that, but he shakes his head and lifts his hand to brush his thumb over her cheek. “It’s my turn.” (alternatively: a glimpse at the bradshaw family before it all)

the ships have come to carry you home by indigofudge {T}

/Platonic Goosemav/

“Here it is,” Carole says, bringing Mav’s wheelchair to a stop. Mav’s mouth is dry. He aches for another cup of water. “Carole, tell me something, and don’t lie to me.” “Anything, Maverick.” “How bad does he look?” Carole is quiet for a while. Then she comes around and kneels in front of Mav, taking both of his hands in her own. Her eyes swim with tears. “If I didn’t know any better,” she says, voice breaking, “I’d think he was dead.” Or, Goose is alive when they hit the water. That's enough.

Home is who I share it with by Lacerta {G}

/Goosemavrole/

Bradshaws get a house. Mav insists on giving them space, but the evidence of his love and care turns up everywhere. Or: the five times Mav goes all out to look after his friends, and the one time when Carole and Goose make their house a home.

tonight it’s very clear (‘cause we’re both lying here) by indigofudge {T}

/Goosemavrole/

Almost a year after Hop 31 left Goose disabled and medically discharged, Maverick uses his annual leave to stay with the Bradshaws in their Tennessee house. When he can't hide his insomnia anymore, Goose and Carole invite him to sleep in their bed with them, but it isn't long before they have to address the elephant in the room: What are they to each other? Or: Maverick, Goose, and Carole begin having late-night conversations about their relationship and Maverick's place in it.

Heaven Written. by pollyna {T}

/Sloose/

Five people, and five different occasions, who realise Goose and Slider are in love + one time they finally realise it for themselves (mostly).

wonder why i try to fight the chemistry by indigofudge {T}

/Goosemav/

Before Maverick can think better of it, he’s standing on his toes and kissing Goose's jaw. Goose’s pupils are blown wide. He gazes down at Maverick, lips parted. The dance floor lights illuminate him in all sorts of colors that travel over his hair and face. “Hollywood’s watching,” Maverick says, voice low. “Sorry. I shouldn’t—” “You didn’t do it right.” Goose leans down just the slightest bit and kisses him square on the mouth. * In the mid-90s, Hollywood and Wolfman errantly assume Goose and Maverick are dating. Is it really so errant after all?

hoping about this by teacupivy {T}

/Gooserole/

In a small town where gossip fuels anxiety, Carole's mom has the perfect groom picked out.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(After Rooster's first week at TOP GUN) Rooster(on the phone, sounding a little grouchy):...Hey, Dad. Goose(sighs):...What's his name? Rooster: What? Goose: The asshole in your class that seems to be making it his mission to piss you off - what's his name? Rooster: Hangman. Goose: Is he good-looking? Rooster: What?! Goose: Is he? Rooster: Uh...yeah, I guess. Goose: Is he blonde? Rooster:...How'd you know that? Goose(to Carole): - Honey, talk to Bradley. I need to scream into a pillow and then give Maverick a call.

[enthyrea]

day one, two, and three of topguntober!! "napping together," "sharing clothes," and "chaste kisses"

prompts are from here!!

[military-newsboys]

Ice: *fast-forwards all the way through a movie* Mav: You can’t just skip to the happy ending. Ice: I don’t have time for their problems.

[thegunistop]

does this mean anything to you

[kcsplace]

Mav: You know, Goose gives Carole flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too. Ice:Okay. *Later* Ice: *gives Carole flowers* Carole: ...? Ice: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

top gun silliness

[paxdracona]

Goose and Carole absolutely made it their mission to love on Mav so hard he'd be too bowled over to even attempt to put on a cocky flirty persona for them (most of the time). Add little Bradley to the mix and Mav never stood even the tiniest chance ♥

(i'm decreeing that this is an Everyone LIVES au and a few years later Mav brings a slightly bewildered Ice into the fold because I love everyone loving each other okaY)

[diadotcom]

in honour of my rebrand here’s a sketch of my fav top gun polycule🫶🫶🫶

[bo0tleg]

Everyone's dying to meet me...

(Destroyer of Worlds, song by Coyote Kid)

Oh, to be Mav still drowning with the ghosts of the people he loves... Still drowning in the guilt that plagues him, making him believe that all of them were his fault....

If requested, I might post my process behind the stylization choices and meaning behind the artistic liberties taken. I took notes, in case anyones interested!

[ever-changing-fandom-bomb]

[stopthatfool]

"And here we are in heaven. For you are mine... at last!"

Nick and Carole on their wedding day! Based on the headcanon I made in this post where their first dance song is: At Last! By Etta James! (Mav took this photo)

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Icemav!Parents to Daggers AU - while Ice and Mav are getting ready for bed one night…) Iceman(sarcastic): So, dinner went well. Maverick: You say that like you don’t really mean it. Iceman: Mav, I’ve told you a million times - you CANNOT greet every guy Jake brings home by saying “you’re not Bradley Bradshaw, what’re you doing with my son?” Maverick: IT’S A LEGITIMATE QUESTION! Iceman: IT’S RUDE! MAVERICK: BUT STILL A LEGITIMATE QUESTION!

(at the same time, over at the Bradshaw home) Carole:…Nick, you cannot greet every person Bradley brings home with, “you’re not Jake Seresin, what’re you doin’ here?!” Goose: IT’S A LEGITIMATE QUESTION

[vallie-girl]

So...basically, I'm getting a dress custom made.

The dressmaker is named Ice...

The shop is named Top Boutique and Dressmaking...

So now I'm imagining a Top Gun AU with Ice as the dressmaker and being commissioned do Carole's wedding dress while Goose is the anxious-yet-excited groom and Mav is pulling double duty as both the wedding planner and the Best Man.

Shenanigans and Icemav falling in love ensue.

[military-newsboys]

Mav: Were gonna break some laws Goose: Cool! Laws of what? Physics, morality or the United States? Mav: Yes. That's the order we're gonna break them in.

[roosterloverboy]

Ice: The coroner said the victims body showed clear signs of Belladonna

Mav, Goose and Carol: The Pornstar!?

Ice: ...

Ice (long suffering sigh): The poison

[imawkwardlysoc]

"ghost of you"

song- ghost of you by 5sos

pairing- robert 'bob' floyd x reader

warning(s)- death, cursing, slapping, blood, angst

word count- 2,532

summary- bob dies (that's all i'm giving you)

“Pop Pop! No.”

Mom and I chuckled at the sight of my father chasing the toddler around the living room. Looking at each other, we shook our heads and continued preparing the ingredients for dinner. Hearing the doorbell ring, Dad went to get the door while Christian entered the kitchen to see my mom and me.

“Mommy, when’s daddy coming back?” he asked.

“In a few days sweetie,” I answered.

“That’s too far,” he pouted. “I miss him.”

“I miss him too,” I placed a kiss on the top of his head. “But don’t worry, he’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“Y/N!” Dad called for me.

Picking up Christian, I walked to the front door to see Uncle Mav in his formal wear with a look on his face. My heart immediately dropped as I knew the look on his face.

“Which one?” My voice broke.

“Are you Y/N Floyd?” Mav’s voice tried not to break.

“Mav, just tell me who,” I sniffled.

“Are you Y/N Floyd?” He asked again.

“Yes!” I shouted. “God dammit Mav, just tell me!”

“The commandant of the Navy has entrusted me to express his deepest regret that your husband, Robert Floyd died-”

Immediately fell to my knees as a gut-wrenching scream came out of my mouth. Everything else that Mav said was not processed in a muffled noise. Christian was taken out of my arms and I felt Mom wrap her arms around me. Looking up at Mav, I saw the tears falling down his face as he tried not to break down.

“Funeral arrangements,” I let out another sob.

Feeling more arms wrap around me, I continued to sob until I saw darkness.

*The Funeral*

Waking up, I saw the dreaded date on my phone. Looking up at the ceiling, a few tears came out of my eyes as I lay there, numb to any emotion. Hearing a knock on the door, I saw it showing my mom walking in. Feeling her sitting down on my bed, she squeezed my hand and ran her fingers through my hair.

“I don’t want to leave,” I chuckled. “I don’t want to leave because if I do, I know this is goodbye.”

“I know honey,” she continued to run her fingers through my hair. “This isn’t goodbye, it’s see you later.”

Nodding my head in agreement, I got out of bed with her help and got ready with Mom’s help. Putting on my dress and getting my hair done, we walked out of my room to see our son in a suit while Dad and Bradley were in their dress blacks. Getting into the car, all of us headed to the church. 

Do you know what’s funny? This is the exact same church Bob and I got married at with our friends and family witnessing it. Two years later when Christian was only a month and a half we had him christened here. Spent many Sunday mornings here then heading to the park to have a picnic after service. Now I’m here to bury my husband and leave him in the ground to rest while Christian and I continue on with our lives. He only got to see him turn two and won’t be here for many other events. Everything just felt numb and I want it to go away.

I don’t even remember what happened during the service. Everything went by as a blur. I remembered going up to the podium but don’t remember what I said. Everything was silent around me. I saw everyone’s mouths moving as they comforted each other. I didn’t even dare to look at his parents since they blamed me for the death of their son even though I played no part in it. 

I remember going back to the car and following the hearse to the cemetery. Hearing the taps ring my ear swallowed my anger even more. More tears fell as I received the folded-up flag. I looked at Natasha as she stood up and headed to his casket. I saw the expression on her face as she tried not to let it all out as she took off her wings and placed them. The roaring of the jets filled the area as they flew past as Natasha punched them in. Sniffles, cries, and sobs were heard around me.

Me though? I was frozen as the realization set in. We were just starting our own lives as a growing family and now it’s not happening.

As the casket was being lowered, the people that we invited went up to me and offered their condolences before leaving. I stayed there as he was lowered and the dirt was being poured over the wooden box. Getting out of the chair and kneeling down by the headstone, I ran my head through the engraved stone while sobs ripped through me.

“How dare you cry over his death!” I whipped my head to see my mother-in-law charged towards me. “How dare you! It’s your fault!”

“My fault! I just buried him and you want to put all the blame on me!” I got up. “Christian just lost his father! Do you know how hard it is to answer to a two-year-old that his dad won’t be coming back?”

“It’s your fault that you forced him to renew his contract,” she came closer to me.

“I didn’t force him,” I seethe in anger. “All I did was follow his heart. He wasn’t ready to leave the Navy yet. He would be so disappointed in you if he saw the way you two have acted towards me.”

“You bitch!” My face stung as her hand slapped my face.

“That’s enough!” Ice roared as he walked towards us. “Don’t you dare harm my goddaughter!”

“You two,” Slider glared at them. “Out. Now.”

“It’s your fault we never get to see him! You just had to act so slutty to get into his pants and marry him so you could live this lavish Navy life!” She yelled as I saw my father-in-law drag her away from us.

“Don’t you dare call my daughter a slut!” All of us watched Mom slap her in the face. “Now get the hell away from my grandson. You are never welcome back here ever!”

It was a rare thing for Mom to get mad. Doesn’t happen often but you know she means business if she does.

“Hey, hey, I got you,” I heard Mickey say as he held me as my legs went weak. “You’re okay. Just the adrenaline crashing.”

“Are you okay?” Dad asked as he pulled me in a hug.

Not replying, he kissed the top of my head and comforted me.

“Damn Mom, that was one hell of a slap,” Bradley lightly chuckled to lighten the mood.

“Where’s Christian?” I asked.

“He’s with Great-Uncle Maverick on his motorcycle,” Ice replied. “I’m pretty sure he’s buying a mini motorcycle for him.”

“Oh please, he already bought it,” I rebutted. “Just waiting for the perfect time to give it to him and not make me mad.”

“Come on, let’s head home,” Bradley said as I nodded. “We’ll freshen up and head to the Hard Deck and have a bonfire there. What do you say?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed.

Pulling me into a side hug, we headed to the car and headed home.

*Few Weeks Later*

Letting out a groan as I woke up, I got out of bed and stretched before heading out of Bob and I’s room. I paused in my step as I heard music softly playing in the kitchen. Walking to the kitchen, I froze as I saw who was in the kitchen.

“Bob?” I gasped as tears ran down. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me?” He looked at me confused. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

“I-I thought you were dead,” I hyperventilated. “You died when you and Phoenix were deployed in Japan.”

“Hey, I’m here,” he pulled me into a hug. “I’m alive. Also Japan? Haven’t heard anything about that.”

“Yeah, it was just a scary nightmare,” I waved it off.

“I know the thing to cheer you up,” Bob let go of me and went to his phone.

Hearing our first dance play through the speakers, Bob pulled me closer to me and we started to sway. All of my worries went away when I was dancing with him. I soon reflected back at our wedding reception, where we danced in front of our friends and family while they watched. That whole day was amazing but the reception was so much fun. Bob had a couple of drinks to let loose and the squad surprised us with a little dance.

Dipping me, my eyes widened as I saw blood pulling on his chest. Soon I saw blood spewing out of his mouth.

“Bob!” I panicked as I sat him down against the cabinets.

“I’m sorry,” he gently placed his hand on my cheek. “I’m sorry for leaving you and Christian. I’m sorry for leaving again.”

“No, don’t leave,” I sobbed in his chest. “You can’t! Please Bob! Please! I love you. Don’t leave.”

“Take care of Christian for me,” he brought my hand up to his lips. “Move on from me.”

“I can’t,” I sobbed. “I don’t want to.”

“When the time is right, move on,” he stroked my cheek. “Find a better man than me. A better man who will love you and Christian more than I did. I love you.”

“Bob,” my voice cracked as I saw his eyes shut and his body went limp. “Bob! Wake up please!”

“Bob!” I whispered and screamed as my eyes shot open.

I looked around to see I was in our room again and saw that it was five in the morning. Quietly sobbing so I wouldn’t wake Christian up, all I wished was to wake up from this nightmare.

A few hours, I decided to get out of the rut and leave the house with Christian. It was a month since Bob passed and I decided to take Christian with me to the cemetery. I packed some picnic food to bring to have a small picnic on his grave. As we ate, Christian and I talked to the headstone knowing Bob’s presence was nearby. I did tell him the nightmare I had hoping it would bring him back but it didn’t work.

After being at the cemetery for two hours, Christian and I got into the car and drove to the Hard Deck where everyone was celebrating Bob’s life and the memories we had with him.

“Uncle Roo!” Christian ran up to my brother as we walked in.

“There’s my favorite nephew,” Bradley picked him up and tossed him in the air.

“He’s your only nephew,” I chuckled.

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“Getting a little bit better day by day,” I replied.

Pulling me into a hug and placing a kiss on the top of my head, we headed over to where everyone else was. I greeted everyone and made eye contact with Phoenix who soon looked away. 

It’s been a thing for the past few weeks. She hasn’t been over by the house that much and I don’t blame her. Christian is an exact carbon copy of Bob and it pains the both of us looking at him. He wondered where she was but I made up excuses where she was. She was grieving on her own, she’s grieving the loss of her WSO who she grew close with.

Everyone had drinks in their hands while plates of food were spread around. Christian was having the time of his life being passed around by his aunts and uncles along with playing with Theo. We soon got to talk about the memories we had with my husband and I looked to see that Pheonix left. Looking out the window, I saw her sitting on the sand by the waves. Excusing myself, I left the bar and headed down to where she was.

“Room for one more?” I asked as I sat down next to her.

“Why are you here?” She sniffled.

“Because we need to talk,” I explained. “Christian and I barely saw you the past month. Do you know how many times he asks for you?”

“I thought you didn’t want to see me,” she replied. “I couldn’t save him when he got stabbed in that alleyway. It was my decision for us to explore the city we were in. I tried my damn best with my first aid knowledge to keep him alive. To keep him alive so he could come home to see you and Christian but no, I couldn’t. He had to come home in a damn wooden box. How can you even look at me in the eye knowing that I couldn’t keep him alive?”

“Because you did your damn best Phe,” I grabbed her hands and looked her in the eyes. “You were there in his final moments when I couldn’t be there. You were there every step of the way and we are so fucking grateful for that. That is the reason why we made you Christian’s godmother. You are the most selfless person that we know. He’s looking down at us knowing we’re going to be okay and he made the best damn decision continuing to be your WSO.”

Breaking down into a sob, I pulled her closer and we both let out a cry. Rocking her back and forth and placing a kiss on the top of her head, we stayed in the same position for the next fifteen minutes before we let go. We both let out a chuckle knowing how much of a sobbing mess we were. Giving her a bottle of water to rehydrate from the crying, we looked out at the waves as they calmed us.

“I’m sorry for not visiting often,” she apologized.

“It’s fine, we were all grieving,” I squeezed her shoulder.

“Auntie Phe,” we whipped our heads to see Christian running towards us as Omaha tried to catch him.

“Christian!” Phoenix got up and picked him up, tossing him in the air.

Christian let out a laugh as Phoenix attacked him with kisses.

“I miss you,” Christian told her.

“I miss you too,” she fixed his hair. “Now, I heard that we have some cake. Why don’t we get a slice?”

Nodding his head eagerly, Phoenix carried Christian as they and Omaha back to the Hard Deck while I stayed back. Turning on my phone, I looked at the photo of Bob and I having a family photoshoot when Christian was eight months old. Kissing the screen to kiss Bob, a butterfly soon landed near his eye. With my eyes welling with tears, I stood there for a few minutes before it flew off. Watching it fly away, I headed back into the bar and joined everyone.

“Everything okay?” Dad asked as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head and leaned against him. “Everything is fine.”

Looking around the room to see all of my friends and family, I knew that everything was going to be okay.