#nick bradshaw x y/n

[topguncortez]

Hands to Yourself

Spring Break Kickback | Masterlist

synopsis: Goose's love language is physical touch, and sometimes he can get a bit handsy

prompt: “we’re in public you know”

warnings: public display of affection, fingering, public sex (kinda), allusion to smut.

word count: 1.3k

It was no surprise that Goose’s love language was physical touch. He was a very hands-on type of person. He liked building things, working on puzzles, drawing, holding your hand whenever you’re out at the O Club. He was always having to touch you, a hand on your thigh, or an arm around your shoulders, or even having you sit on his lap. His touchiness seemed to get more extensive when he came home from a long deployment or when he was horny. Like tonight. 

Maverick had somehow convinced you to come join Goose, Ice and Slider at the O Club for a drink. You were happy to join in on the festivities, throwing on a red checked sundress and sandals, easily spotting your mustached pilot when you walked into the bar. 

“Great Balls of Fire, look at my girl,” Goose whistled as you walked up to him. You blushed as he took your hand and twirled you around in a circle before bringing you into his arms. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, as his hand slid down your back, resting on the curve above your ass, “How was your day?” 

“Good. Spent the day finishing up that quilt for Bradley,” You pecked his lips, “How was your day?” 

“Good, better now that you’re here,” Goose gives you that thousand watt smile and pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss. You feel your cheeks heating up as his hand slips down to your ass, and gives it a squeeze. You jump back from him and he’s got a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Hands to yourself, Mister,” You point at him and he holds his hands up in defense. Even though you both know. . . he won’t keep his hands to himself. 

And you were right. Goose hardly kept his hands to himself, or let you out of his arms reach. He had settled your group into a booth near the back. He sat next to you in the booth, sitting on the outside so he could easily go and get you another drink if you wanted it. He had his arm around you, playing with the ends of your hair as you talked to Charlie about this blanket you were going to make for Viper’s new grandchild. That was one thing that Goose loved about you. Your love language was gift giving and you loved to make gifts for everyone. 

You were deep in your conversation when you started to feel the light brush of fingers up your thigh. You glanced over at Goose, who was looking down at you and gave you a small smile. You shook your head and went back to your conversation with Charlie. It was a couple seconds later that you felt Goose’s hand on your thigh. You sucked in a breath as you tried to listen to Charlie talking about some training plan that she was trying to execute at work. But the feeling of Goose’s fingers swiping against your inner thigh was pulling your attention into other places. Charlie excused herself from the table to go find Maverick, who was shamelessly flirting with another woman across the bar. When she left, you turned and swatted Goose’s chest. 

“Nicholas,” You scolded, “Hands. . .” You grabbed his hand, “To. . .” You picked it up from your thigh, “Yourself,” You placed his hand back in his lap, just by his crotch. Goose had that glint in his eye, that look that he got when he and Maverick were about to do something mischievous. He leaned down and pecked your nose, before placing his hand back on your thigh. 

“I don’t think,” He slid his hand up your thigh, “You want me to do that.” You let out a shaky breath as you tried not to let your eyes roll to the back of your head as his fingers trailed to the spot that you needed him the most. You were suddenly thankful that Goose decided to sit on the outside of the booth. Damn Goose, and the way he could make you melt with just one look. 

He leaned in, the scent of his cologne clouding your senses as he gently nuzzled against your cheek. You had learned to love the feeling of his mustache against your skin, and threatened to leave him if he even spoke of shaving it. The roughness of his palm sent a shiver down your body as he gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into the skin. 

“Goosey,” You sighed and leaned your head back against the cushion of the booth. 

“Be a good girl for me,” Goose said quietly, his voice getting that delicious rasp to it, “Let me touch you baby.” You bit back a moan as his finger ghosted over the damp spot that had been created in your panties. You nodded, letting Goose get what he wanted. He let out a sigh, and pressed his lips to your temple, “Thank you so much.” 

You audibly moaned at that. That was the thing about Goose, he was always so thankful that you let him touch you. He was always thanking you, before he slipped his fingers into your panties, or before his tongue lapped at your core, or before his penis penetrated your cunt. He would even thank you as he orgasmed, coating your walls with thick white ropes of cum. 

“Shh, gotta be quiet, honey,” Goose whispered, as he ran a finger through your soaked folds, “Jesus, you’re so wet, soaking my fingers. Bet, you’re always like this.” 

You nodded, “It’s the curse of living with you, Bradshaw.” 

“Oh you poor thing,” Goose chuckled, and you let out a sigh as he rubbed your aching clit, “Oh this what you needed, huh?” You nodded again, “I’ll always take care of you, honey, always.” 

“Goose,” You whined as he drew slow, steady circles on your clit. He moved his fingers lower, finding your soaked opening and easily sliding a finger into you. You bucked your hips up at the feeling and Goose looked around quickly to make sure no one saw anything. Everyone was too busy flirting, drinking or smoking to give a damn that he was knuckle deep in your pussy. You leaned your forehead against Goose’s shoulder to hopefully suppress the moans that were threatening to leave your lips. 

“Clenching around my fingers, honey,” Goose muttered, and curled his fingers to touch that spongy spot inside of you, “You close?” 

“Fucking hell, Goose!” You whined, lifting your head, “I. . .Fuck!” You grabbed his hand, and squeezed his wrist, the universal sign for him to stop, “I want you to make me cum, but. . .” You let out a breathy laugh, “We are in public, you know. And I can’t be quiet when I cum, you know that.” 

Goose smirked and pulled his hand from under your dress. He set his warm hand on your thigh and squeezed it, leaning in for a kiss. You kissed him back and gripped the collar of his khaki service uniform in your hands. He pulled back first for air and leaned his forehead against yours. 

“Oh boy do I know how loud you get,” He laughed, “Pretty sure you’ve woken up the whole dorm be-” You slapped his chest playfully and he pulled you to sit on his lap, still laughing. He grabbed your chin and turned your face to look at him. He peppered kisses all around your face; your forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and then eventually your lips. 

“Take me home, sailor,” You said, putting your arms around his neck. He looked at you, that look of mischief back in his eye.

Somehow he had managed to get up from the booth, with you still in his arms. You let out a squeal and he kissed your lips before finding his way out of the O Club and towards his awaiting Bronco to take you home and love you properly.

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[thewulf]

Silly Goose || Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

Summary: Pete and Y/N Mitchell were once thick as thieves. After your career splits the twins up the two reunite in San Diego. Nick Bradshaw is finally feeling normal after the passing of his late wife Carol. You comfort Nick in his loss while he comforts you after Pete can't stop being awful to you.

A/N: Hi friends! I had a friend request this one :) As always, let me know your thoughts! Also - sorry Carole, I did what had to be done.

Pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x Mitchell Reader

Word Count: 7,000+

It was remarkable how similar yet so drastically different the Mitchell twins were. Pete Mitchell was one of the most arrogant, cocky yet self-assured men you’d ever come across. And boy did he piss you off. You were convinced from an early age he made it his life goal to make you as furious as he could, often succeeding. He was your best friend though. Your first best friend, your fiercest best friend.

You were both incredibly mischievous particularly when the two of you were around the other. It’d been quite a while since you were around Pete. Your father was killed when you were both young, in the Vietnam War. A naval aviator of course. That sent you off to live with your grandparents. Shirley and Mark weren’t the most welcoming either. The twins were all each other had. You fed off each other sending you both in the principal’s office all too often. These actions alienated your grandparents even further from the both of you, driving you and Pete closer.

Pete was your protector. You knew nobody could really hurt you, Pete would always be there to put a stop to it. The downside being that no boy ever even tried getting that close to you, just knowing Pete was waiting. But that was all when you were younger. You both graduated high school, Pete determined to be a pilot in the Navy like dad. You wanted to be a doctor, not really want to follow your father’s footsteps as a pilot. Moving all the way across the country for undergrad made you miss Pete like crazy.

He went off and did his own thing though. He graduated from college early before enlisting and finding his way as a pilot in training. He constantly pestered you to either move closer or join the Navy with him. He wasn’t a fan of only seeing you once a year like he had been the past few. Eventually, his constant pestering wore you down. You applied to medical school at the Naval Academy. You really didn’t think you would get in knowing your family’s Naval legacy, Pete had already been rejected from the academy for undergrad.

To your pleasant surprised you were admitted. You had a hell of a lot of catching up to do though. You enrolled and were off. Another four years passed, and Pete became Maverick, you met his best friend and RIO Goose and you graduated from the Naval Academy. You did a Military Match with the Navy effectively signing you to another four-year commitment. Pete was thrilled when were selected. You still didn’t see each other as often as you liked. But Pete loved to say that you were both in the Navy, so you gave him that. You were shipped off to San Diego. Not that you didn’t love the Navy.

You were able to visit him a few times throughout the years. Seeing him grow from the young arrogant boy to the cocky asshole of a pilot he was. He was your best friend through and through. Each time you saw him it felt like no time had passed, the twins were always attached at the hip. Nick always joked that he ceased to exist when you came around. Pete dropped him like a hot potato.

Nick, Goose, was always kind to you. He knew how important you were to Pete. You always did your greetings and got on with it, Pete didn’t have any time to spare. He saw Goose all the time. He hardly saw you.

Goose and Mav grew closest after Carole passed leaving baby Bradley without his mom. Carole developed a rare complication after giving birth to Bradley. She passed when Bradley was nearing his first birthday leaving Nick completely shattered. Pete was convinced Goose would never come back not seeing how he would get through it. Mav stepped up for his other best friend though. He brought Goose out of the hole he was sinking deeper and deeper into. Pete stepped up like you’ve seen him do once before for you when dad died. Bradley stayed with his grandparents while Goose was deployed at Top Gun.

You’d only been at the San Diego naval base as a resident for about a year. You were really starting to find your groove as you entered your 27th year. Slowly putting your roots down, you had made a few friends at the hospital. You enjoyed San Diego. You were always an east coaster, but you were learning to love it. You even went on a few dates in your nonexistent spare time, simply enjoying your time. It was the first time in a while you weren’t actively stressing about exams, you were just stressing about getting the proper training in now. You were lucky though, the surgical team at your hospital was top notch. You were learning from the best of the best. Your attending convinced you to take a surgical residency after your first year of basic residency.

You had just kicked your shoes off after a long day in the emergency room, your least favorite place. But everybody had a few monthly shifts there. Your landline ran, you debated answering it not feeling terribly motivated to get up. Sighing when you gave in just hoping it wasn’t the hospital. You weren’t on call, so you didn’t have your pager around. Begrudgingly you got up hauling your ass over there picking it up on the last ring.

“My favorite sister!” Your brothers voice yelled through the telephone.

“Petey.” You giggled to yourself knowing how much he hated that nickname.

“Really Y/N?” His voice turned sour quick.

“Always.” You grinned leaning back onto the wall, “What’s up little brother?” You also knew how to piss him off. You were born first just by a few minutes, never letting Pete live it down.

“I had good news. I don’t know if I should tell you now.” He audibly huffed.

“Aww Petey, don’t be like that.” You laughed knowing he was likely going to hang up on you.

“I’m hanging up…”

“No, you’re not Pete Mitchell. What’s the news?”

“Thank you.” He paused, you thought he really did hang up, “I’m heading to San Diego. Tonight!”

“What?” Gasping you tried to figure out why. Pete coming to San Diego? It’d been over eight years since the two of you lived close, “You’re being serious?”

“Miramar! 100% serious. We’ll be there in like two hours!” You could feel his giddiness through the phone.

“Wait...” You paused realizing he said Miramar, “Isn’t that Top Gun?” Your mouth fell open slightly. You knew Pete was good but Top Gun was serious, next level.

“The one and only.” You knew he was sitting there with a shit eating grin twirling the telephone cord in his hand, just knew it.

You rolled your eyes. He was lucky you loved him more than anything else in the world, “Okay, spill Pete. How? What? Where? When? And We’ll?”

“Me and Goose!” You heard a faint cheer from the background, “Got invited a few hours ago, we’re waiting on our ride now. All packed up.”

“Say hi to Goose for me.” You laughed. He loved that man. He might’ve loved him more than you. He would scoff at that accusation though. You were his first best friend, always making sure to remind you of it. You were worried you’d lose some of that twin spark you had when you went away, but you still did it. You were so worried he secretly hated you for it. The two of you talked it out and he assured you that was okay. He knew you had to follow your own path as much as he didn’t like it.

“Goose says hi.” He paused. Muffled talking ensued on the other side of the line. He picked back up before continuing, “Wanna meet us at Hard Deck once we get there?”

“That’s late Pete.” You whined seeing that a few hours from now was nine at night. Nine wouldn’t have made you bat an eye eight years ago. But seeing as you had to be back at the Hospital by six, nine sounded like hell.

“9:30, that’s not late Y/N.” You heard Goose laughing on the other side of the line. The little shit always listening in.

“Pete. I have to get up at five.” You deadpanned.

“And we have to be up by six!” He countered.

You groaned knowing it was meet there or have them come here. You knew you wouldn’t be able to escape them if they came here, “Fine. One beer.”

“Yes! Score! She’s in Goose!” He called over to his RIO, “Okay! I’ll call you when I’m at the new place. See you soon!” He hung up before you could respond.

“Fucking brother.” You muttered hanging the phone back on the wall. You just couldn’t say no to Pete.

You walked into the Hard Deck quickly spotting your brother and Nick in their Navy Whites. Slowly, you walked up behind him smiling as you did so. Pete and Goose were very animatedly talking to one another, hands moving and all. You placed your hands over Pete’s face sending them both into defense mode. Pete nearly knocked you backwards before realizing it was you.

“Woah there Petey.” You through your hands up in mock defense after taking a step back stabilizing yourself. Smirking, you antagonized him on.

“Y/N.” He sighed wrapping you into a bear hug, “I know I’ve taught you better than that. We’re going to have to get you back into self-defense classes.”

“Shut up Pete.” You groaned throwing yourself down in the seat next to him. Pete and Nick joining you.

“Y/N.” Nick nodded at you, “Nice to see you again.”

“You too!” You grinned at them both, “I can’t believe you’re here.” You turned back towards your brother.

“Now don’t think so highly of me.” He smirked throwing back some beer.

Rolling your eyes, you did the same. Irritating. So, irritating Pete was, “Shush.” You pushed him lightly. Gosh you really did miss him. You’d never admit it, but you were so excited he’d be here for the next few months, “I knew you’d get into Top Gun. Just never imagined it would be when I was here.”

“Well sis, your wish is my command.” He winked. Shaking your head, you ordered a beer.

“Insufferable as ever.” You earned a laugh from Goose and the side eye from your twin. You saw Pete’s eyes fall to a pretty blond across the bar. He leaned into Goose whispering something earning a dissatisfied groan.

“Sis, I love you. I’m so excited to see you. But we have the next three months to catch up. And I don’t know if I’ll ever see that beautiful woman again.” He winked, ruffled your hair, and disappeared in the crowd. Goose muttered an apology before following him over.

You huffed throwing back another swig of beer. Good old Pete. You should’ve known he’d never change. Just like him to force you out only to ditch you for the first piece of ass he sees come across the bar. You sent her a quick prayer. You watched horrified as half the Naval aviators broke out into song with Pete leading the charge. Your fucking brother.

You ordered another beer, not quite ready to head back home just yet. You watched Goose get caught up in a conversation with some other aviators. Wonderful, the only two people you knew vanished in almost an instant.

“What’s got you so upset?” A voice from your side spoke.

You turned to see a cute blond pilot looking at you curiously, “Oh, nothing. Just a long day.” You turned back to eye your brother, avoiding his gaze.

“Cheers to that.” He grinned holding his beer up. You nodded taking a drink with him, “You work around here?” He asked making light conversation.

“I do, yeah. Down at the Naval base.” You stopped before divulging too much information to the handsome stranger, seeing he was in Navy Whites as well. He had to be a pilot, oozing that overconfidence your brother did.

His entire demeanor perked up in your one sentence, “Are you in the Navy?” He asked, digging lightly.

You nodded, “I am.”

“Curious, I am too.” He laughed at the obviousness of it all, “What do you do?”

“You work for the Navy? I never would have guessed?” You teased eyeing his uniform up and down strategically not answering his question.

“Ha. Ha.” He leaned in a little closer to you, “Name’s Tom. Callsign Iceman. I’m a pilot. And you?”

You sighed knowing the type, relentless. You grew up with one, “Y/N. No callsign. I’m a doctor.”

“I’ll be damned. Beauty and brains.”

You scoffed, “Please tell me you didn’t just say that.”

He put his hands up in defense, “Say what? What are you a doctor of?” He continued trying to keep the conversation light between the two of you.

“I’m a surgical resident.” You smiled to the handsome pilot. You knew not to ever get seriously involved with one, but having fun? Never off limits.

He scratched the back of his neck seemingly unsure of himself, “What’s that mean?”

You didn’t drop your smile, he was a curious one alright, “I graduated medical school and am a doctor. But now I’m in specialized training for the next four years to become a surgeon.”

“Seems intense.” He never broke his gaze with yours.

You shrugged, “I can say the same for you.” You broke the gaze and turned around looking for Pete and Goose. You quickly found Pete staring at you and Iceman. You flipped him off turning your attention back on the blondie. Pete ignored you. You’d ignore him.

Your conversation was cut short when Goose came up from behind you placing his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N! Come on over, Mav wants to talk to you.” You almost jumped out of your skin feeling the contact.

Iceman’s eyes cocked up in surprise, curious on how you knew the two assholes he’d only known for a brief stint, “I’m good.” You failed to shrug his hands off your shoulders. He only tightened down lightly letting you know he wasn’t going anywhere until you left with him.

“Y/N.” Goose tried to pull you lightly.

“Nick, I said I’m good. The idiot left to flirt with the blond girl. Let him.” You shrugged again.

“You heard the doctor.” Iceman chimed in sensing your irritation with the situation.

Goose laughed dropping his hands from your shoulders, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you Y/N.” He grumbled walking back to your twin.

“Sorry about that.” You smiled shyly.

“You know Mav?”

“Unfortunately. He’s my brother. Twin brother.”

He let out a sly grin, “You’re joking.”

“Afraid not.”

“Man, this is too good.” He laughed seeing how pissed off Mav looked across the bar, “You like messing with your brother?”

You perked up, “Oh, do I.”

He nodded, liking you far more than your brother, “Just roll with it.” He winked at Pete knowing how angry it would make him.

Iceman slung an arm around your shoulder after you gave him permission, “Oh boy, he’s on his way already.” Tom chucked pulling your chair closer to him. Not a second later you heard him cough from behind you.

“Hands off, Ice.” The annoying voice of your brother chimed in.

“Fuck off Maverick.” You spat back at him before Iceman could. You hardly ever used your brothers call sign, always feeling weird when you did use it. But it always caused him to pause. You only ever used his call sign when you were pissed.

“Y/N, let’s go.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re going home.”

“Go home then. I’m going to stay. I’m sure Ice would drive me if need be.” You shrugged.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Ice looking thoroughly amused at your ability to set him off, “Would you just come?” He asked in frustration.

You sighed apologizing to Iceman. Giving into Pete before he did something he’d regret. So, you got up and followed Pete to the other side of the bar. Sitting at his old spot you looked around annoyed.

“I thought you said we were leaving.” You yawned feeling how tired you were becoming.

“Another beer.” He smiled turning back to Goose.

“Pete.” You frowned. He shrugged getting up about to go take another shot. Nick sighed back into his seat apologizing to you yet again.

“I don’t even know why I come when he asks anymore.” You frowned turning away from Goose. Feeling oddly vulnerable as you shared your frustration with Pete.

“Don’t say that Y/N. I like having you here. He loves having you here.” He gave you a goofy grin. You were sure it was a Nick Bradshaw special.

“Thanks Nick.” You mustered a small smile, he was sweet. Sweet and goofy. The perfect foil to Pete.

“Anytime.” He held his beer up. You clanked beer glasses with him finishing your second beer off.

“How are you?” You asked looking at him sincerely. It’d only been ten months since Carole had passed away. Nick didn’t seem too different, but you knew he couldn’t be the same guy. He lost the love of his life. The mother of his son. And from what Pete told you, he was madly in love with her before he lost her.

He paused seeing the sincerity in your eyes. You Mitchell twins could convey a whole lot through a look. You knew it was from being in survival mode living at your grandparents’ house. A form of silent communication formed between you and Pete. To this day you utilized it.

 “I’m okay. Learning how to cope.” Goose admitted shyly.

You nodded slowly, so sad for him, “If you need anything, I’m right down the road. Really, if you need to talk or anything. I know Pete isn’t the easiest to talk to.”

Nick raised an eyebrow laughing, nodding in agreement, “You can say that again. Thanks Y/N. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Alright, I’m ready to go.” Pete huffed standing on the other side of Goose now, the two of you moving closer to chat.

“No dice?” You laughed.

“None tonight.” He frowned putting his jacket back on.

“See you two later.” You laughed having already paid your bill. As you walked back to your car you tripped on nothing, launching you forward. You caught yourself but cursed under your breath. You were a clumsy one, tripping on thin air half the time.

Pete caught Goose looking at you with a certain form of admiration in his eyes. You still weren’t sure how Goose could stand Pete but you sure were glad he did.

“Pete!” You ran down the stairs of his apartment. You needed to talk to him about plans for that day. Pete could never seem to commit to plans with you anymore.

“Hey Y/N.” Nick Bradshaw stood in the kitchen eating a bowl of mac n’ cheese.

You spun around not expecting the voice of Nick Bradshaw, “What are you doing here?”

He gasped lightly feigning hurt by placing his hand on his heart, “Nice to see you too Y/N.”

Shaking your head you responded, “I mean, Pete didn’t say you were here.”

“Mav didn’t say you were here.” He countered shooting you smirk.

You suddenly felt terribly self-conscious in your oversized shirt and barely there shorts. Nobody was supposed to be there. You ignored it best you could, “Besides the point. Where is he?”

Nick shrugged, “Beats me.”

“No help.” You frowned as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Mav!” He yelled, loudly.

You jumped not expecting that one, “What the hell Nick?”

“I’m trying to help.”

You stood there dumbfounded, “You two are meant for each other. Really.”

He smiled sweetly grabbing another forkful of the mac n’ cheese he was eating, “You aren’t the first person to say that.”

“Take the hint then.”

He let a breathy laugh out, finding that one funny.

“What?” Pete asked sliding into the kitchen

You turned to him, “What’s the plan for today? And what’s he doing here?”

“I can hear you.” Nick rebutted laughing at the table.

“Again, besides the point Nick.” You replied not letting him get the best of you.

“Anyway,” Mav rolled his eyes at the slightly flirty bickering between you and Nick. Truth be told Pete was bit worried about this, Y/N and Goose. It wasn’t like he wanted to stop anything, but he was concerned, Goose was just returning to normal. He didn’t want anything to set him back or for anyone to hurt you. He was worried because he and Goose got along so well. You and Pete were so similar it was only fate the two of you would get along, “I thought we’d go to the Hard Deck.”

You groaned, not thrilled, “I’ll pass.”

Mav looked shocked. Goose cocked an eye. This ought to be good.

“Why not?” He took a defensive stance, arms crossed.

“You’re just going to leave us,” You pointed at Nick, “for the first pretty girl you see.” You spoke calmly to him, somebody had to keep a level head and that certainly wasn’t Pete.

“You’re a big girl. And he’s a big boy. You can figure it out.”

Your mouth dropped slightly, “Why would that be fun for me Pete?” You responded, almost spitting out his name.

“Hard Deck’s always fun! Come on. Don’t be lame,”

You didn’t know if you could frown any further, “Like I said earlier, I’ll pass. Have fun.” You attempted to pass Pete to go back up to the guest room. You stayed there whenever you got too drunk, his apartment always being closer than yours. Pete blocked you each time you tried to go back upstairs.

“What’s your problem?” He groaned in frustration.

“I just don’t want to go to the Hard Deck for the fifth night in a row!” You huffed in just as much frustration.

“Too good for the Hark Deck Y/N?” He asked. You just looked at him quizzically. What had gotten into him? He was being mean to you. You weren’t used to this Pete. He was always tough on you, not downright mean though.

“Would you let me go upstairs?”

“No.”

“Fine.” You turned around swiftly hightailing it out the backdoor. You weren’t sure what your plan was, but you just started walking. You wanted to yell at him. You wanted to fight back but you couldn’t, not in front of Nick. You didn’t even care that you were still in your pajamas, at least you had a bra on.

Not long into you swiftly exiting the house you felt pressure at your elbow, somebody trying to stop you.

“Fuck off Maverick.” You huffed ripping your arm away from him.

“Not Mav.” Nick spoke softly from behind, keeping pace with you easily. His long strides matching your quicker shorter ones.

“Oh,” you sighed softly, “Sorry, Nick. You didn’t need to see all of that.” Flushing with embarrassment you turned away from him quickly.

He sighed running a hand through his hair, “It’s alright, why don’t we just go back?” He gently nudged you back to the house.

You anchored your feet in the ground, fully knowing how childish you were being, “Not until Pete leaves.” Biting the inside of your lip you continued, “I should just go. I need to prep for a few cases anyway.”

He looked at you softly, feeling a bit sorry for you. Pete was a tough human in general, typically he thought about him and himself only. He hadn’t really had to actively think about how his actions impacted you for a long time, for over ten years now you two had went your separate ways. Of course, you were going to lose some of that twin connection you used to have. You never imagined you’d lose all of it. You felt so out of sync with Pete.

“No, don’t go.” He paused contemplating why he didn’t want you to go. He felt terrible at the way Pete was treating you, feeling like it was his fault somehow. He too had seen Pete transform before him. Yes, Pete had always been arrogant, but his ego just grew and grew in the Navy. Nobody really came close to his skill, and he sure knew it, “I mean… don’t let Pete ruin your day Y/N. He’s just being Pete.”

Your lips turned up at the corners slight, “Pete never fails to ruin my day.” You we’re being over dramatic, you knew it, but he was right. You really didn’t want to work anyway, “Maybe I’ll go to the beach instead. Sounds better than work.”

“Okay,” he took a timid step closer towards you, “Need any company?”

You shook your head, “Best you go with Pete. I don’t want to hear about it later.” You gave him a half smile, already growing tired of Pete’s attitude

“I don’t really want to go to the Hard Deck either.” He admitted while rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Oh.” You weren’t quite sure what to say to him. His look was begging for you to invite him along. He also needed breaks from Mav. He didn’t want to admit yet how much he yearned to know a little bit more about you. Just from his quick interactions he saw how quick-witted and fun you were to be around, pulling both of their legs nearly flawlessly with Ice. You were carefree, just like Pete. Letting the wind blow you in a direction as you went with it. He already wanted to know more. Not feeling this way in a long time. He wasn’t sure he would ever feel genuine interest for a person again after Carol’s passing. Yet here you came barreling in. Just like Maverick.

You too wanted to spend some time with Nick, easily seeing why Pete was attached at the hip with him. The best friend duo was so incredibly different but so eerily similar. They clicked just like you and Nick were doing right now. You always wanted to respect Pete and his boundaries, but Nick was unique, you couldn’t shake him. So, you did what you did best… silent cues. Nodding your head, you pointed towards the path that led to the beach.

“I’m going to let Mav know we’re going to the beach. He’s free to do whatever.” Nick threw you a carefree smile, “I’ll meet you down there?”

“Sure.” You nodded. Pete was going to skin you alive. But you really did want him to come along with you. He was the one person who knew Pete just as well as you, maybe more than you. You wanted to figure out why Pete was being such a dick but to also understand Nick some more, officially intrigued with the man.

You tried your best to remain calm when Pete was being an asshole. Knowing he just wasn’t thinking straight but it was awfully difficult trying not to snap back at him. You missed your old banter with him, it wasn’t mean and heartless like it’s been the last few times you’ve been around him.

You walked slowly, hoping Nick would catch back up to you on the way. Unfortunately, he did not. You were sure he and Pete were probably going at it right now. Sighing you spotted a bench by the path, gingerly walking towards it. You certainly weren’t looking forward to the argument that was going to come from this afternoon.

Sitting on the bench closest to the path you waited for Nick. Just staring at the water before you. Why was Pete being such an asshole to you lately? What did he have to gain from doing so? He practically begged you and guided your life choices in the military for him. And this is how he treated you?

Pete always cared about Pete. But Pete also cared about you. He had always cared so deeply about you and your feelings. But that seemed absent right now. You didn’t expect the two of you to pick up right where you left off, but you certainly didn’t expect to be treated as if your feelings didn’t matter. Maybe you two were spending too much time together too soon. Maybe you just grew apart. You prayed it wasn’t the latter.

Closing your eyes, you listened to the rough waves crashing against the shore sending the salty sea air in your direction. You loved it here, really loved it here. The lull of waves always seemed to calm you down.

Feeling a soft squeeze on your shoulder you opened your eyes slowly seeing Nick sitting next to you, “All good?” You enquired curiously, referring to the conversation to your brother and him.

“Oh yeah, I’m more than good.” He grinned, “And you?” He replied ignoring your actual question regarding him and Mav.

Your shoulders deflated when you leaned forward, “I’m fine.”

He let off a breathy chuckle obviously not buying your bullshit, “I know I don’t know you like Mav, but I do know that’s a lie.”

You blinked slowly, gathering your thoughts, “Has he been so inconsiderate the entire time you’ve known him?”

Nick paused thinking hard before continuing, “He’s changed a bit. Hardened up. But I haven’t known him the entire time he’s been in the Navy, just the last few years.”

You nodded leaning back into the bench, “Thanks for coming.”

“You saved me. I love Pete but I normally get to go home to Bradley when we aren’t at Top Gun. He’s a lot cuter than Mav and doesn’t talk back nearly as much, yet.” You smiled brightly. Nick had a way of doing that for you, making you smile when all you wanted to do was cry.

Seeing you smile made Nick feel somewhat successful. He didn’t know you at all, but you seemed sad, not at all the way Maverick described you. Nick genuinely wanted to see the real you, the one that Mav never shuts up about.

 “I can attest, baby Bradley is much cuter than grown ass Pete.” You giggled.

Nodding Nick continued, changing the subject back to Pete knowing you needed to talk about it, “It really is nice to have you here. Seems like you’re the only one who can even come close to challenging him.” He didn’t take his eyes off you, couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Nick took you in fully as you closed your eyes basking in the last of the sunlight. You really were pretty. Yes, Pete had pictures with you but most of them were in your adolescence, not many were taken recently. You didn’t look like him, you were you. So unbelievably pretty. He knew he needed to snap the hell out of it, but he was afraid he couldn’t.

“Well, I’m failing miserably.” You sighed turning your head towards him noticing just how cute he really was. You were convinced he was the only man that could get away with the moustache, it looked so damn fine on him. You too needed to stop having these thoughts about your brother’s best friend. Pete would be beside himself if the two of you got together.

Nick shook his head side to side, “Hardly. I haven’t seen him this agitated since the Admiral came down on him a few years back.” He sat back smiling fondly from the memory. It wasn’t often that Pete got nervous but having a 3-star admiral chewing you out? Yeah, that made him nervous.

“Good,” You let out a frustrated sigh, “he deserves it, he’s an ass.”

“While I agree, you probably should talk it out.”

“Nick Bradshaw, are you sure you’re a RIO? You’re acting a bit like a therapist would.”

He suppressed the smile he so desperately wanted to show you, not the right time, “I’m being serious Y/N Mitchell.”

“I’ll talk to him when he comes to me.”

“God, you two really are the same person.” He groaned after observing the similarities between you two. So stubborn. He had a feeling you weren’t going to give in. Maybe Pete would, if he was in the right headspace but not you.

“I think I’m offended by that.”

“Don’t be.” He chuckled scootching closer to you. He couldn’t help being so drawn in by you. What freaked him out the most was just how quickly he had become interested in you. The two of you had only spent about five hours over the last few days together. But he knew, he knew just how fast he could fall for you.

“Alright, fine.” You sighed yet again. Pete really would be the death of you.

“Seriously though. Talking this one out with him might really help.” Nick genuinely wanted to help the two of you. He didn’t like walking on eggshells just as much as you.

“I already said alright. Don’t push your luck Bradshaw.”

“Yes ma’am.” He dropped his head in mock shame, knowing you’d find it amusing.

And you did find it amusing. You noticed just how animated of a person Nick was. Not afraid to show what he was thinking right on his face.

With a breath of courage, you grabbed one of his hands in yours as you too scootched closer to him, thighs almost touching now, “How are you, Nick? Really?” Fuck it. You decided to throw caution to the wind. If you could build a dream man he was it, sitting right here waiting on you to make a move. He was so sweet and hilariously dorky. You saw how much he adored Bradley, making your heart skip a beat every time he talked about him. You weren’t sure how Pete had managed to trick him into becoming his best friend but you sure were thankful.

You looked at him with almost pleading eyes, begging for him to open up to you, “I’m uh…” He took a breath looking away from you, “I’m surviving. It’s a lot. Too much. Never in a million years would I have expected to do this alone.” He gave you a sad smile turning back to you.

“Well, you’re not alone. I know that. You’ve got Pete… and me” You whispered.

He nodded, “I know. And I’m so grateful. But I’m still alone. I miss her like crazy.” You saw the pool of tears well up. Not hesitating to comfort him you pulled him into a side hug.

“I can’t imagine Nick.”

“It’s just Bradley has to grow up without his mother. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He looked down, defeated. Carole ran the show and he knew it. She was his rock, and he was beginning to float away without her.

Squeezing his side, you tried your best to comfort him. You didn’t know what to say that would help him. You were far too out of your own depth to comprehend it all, “You don’t know that. You could fall in love tomorrow with a pretty Navy girl. You don’t have to know everything either. That’s what me, Pete and your family is there for. We’re all here for you Nick.”

He leaned into you, feeling the same pull that you had earlier. Your words comforted him, immensely. He had yet to get it all off his chest. Yes, he’d been to a few mandated therapy sessions from command, but they didn’t help at all. Mental health wasn’t a thing in the military, “Thank you.”

Closing your eyes, you took everything in. To any passerby you two probably looked like an adorable couple snuggling up and basking in the last rays of sunshine. You wouldn’t have minded if that were the case. You realized you needed to relax. You were there to comfort each other, not jump his bones, “Anytime Nick.”

“It’s nice to hear my name again.” He mumbled lazily into your hair. He was enjoying this all too much. Why’d you have to be so damn sweet? So adorable? Why’d you have to be Mav’s sister? Why did Mav’s sister have to be so damn beautiful? All questions he wished he knew the answers too.

Laughing softly before replying, “It feels weird calling people by their call sign.”

He pulled back from you abruptly. Forcing yourself to bite the frown away you looked at him, “Please don’t use it. I mean it. It feels so nice to hear my actual name.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

“You make that sound better than the admiral.” He sheepishly admitted. Was he flirting with you?

“I better.” You laughed.

“Certainly.” He stood from his spot offering you his hand, “C’mon, let’s go for a walk.”

“If you insist.” You happily obliged but had to give the illusion of annoyance, it was in your blood. Taking his hand he pulled you up to him, harder than you anticipated. Accidentally stumbling into him he took the opportunity to grab your waist so you wouldn’t run knock him over.

Cheeks flushed you hurriedly looked away from him, “Sorry about that.”

He chuckled seeing your reaction. Feeling slightly guilty over just how much you enjoyed his hands around your waist you turned away. How awkward were you?

Pete was really not going to be happy with you.

Nick didn’t drop your hand in all the commotion. He decided to pull you along, hopefully getting you to feel less embarrassed as the two of you started walking. He thought it was downright adorable how clumsy you were. If you weren’t tripping over someone, you’d be tripped by something, inevitably. He didn’t want to admit how much he enjoyed you stumbling into him, “Don’t worry about it. You’re not as coordinated as the average bird, it’s okay.”

“You noticed?” You giggled softly, feeling comfortable around him as the two of you strolled along the water. Walking slow the both of you were enjoying each other’s company.

“It’s hard not to Y/N.”

“Pete always makes fun of me for it. It’s not my fault I have two left feet! He stole all of the coordination in the womb.” You grumbled.

He laughed, a full hearty laugh. Enjoying your response, “It’s cute.” Shit, he let it slip. Too late to go back now. Not that he wanted to. He already thought so highly of you. A cute, sweet doctor? Pete’s sister to boot? How could it get better than that. He knew Mav would be rather mad at him at first, but he also knew Pete could grow to love the two of you.

“Thanks Nick.” You decided to look to him. Not hiding your cherry red cheeks. You couldn’t hide how he made you react.

“Question for you.”

“Shoot.” You replied, looking up to him.

“What’s your favorite type of food?”

“Why do you ask?” You deflected.

Shaking his head with a small smile on his face he retorted, “Why are you always so defensive?”

“Am not!”

“Are so.” He was laughing now enjoying how easily he got under your skin.

Crinkling your nose at him you refused to respond, giving him the cold shoulder as you walked ahead. It wasn’t often that somebody got the best of you. You weren’t exactly prepared to be bested like that.

“Y/N.” Nick grabbed only your elbow again. You had a mental battle with yourself. It’s not like you could outpace him and he certainly wasn’t going to give it up.

Sighing to yourself you decided to answer, “I like Mexican food.”

“Now was that so hard?” He bit his lower lip while he smiled at you.

Narrowing your eyes in on him you thought hard about your answer, “Yes, it was very difficult Nick.”

“And here I thought Maverick was the most stubborn person in the world.”

Rolling your eyes you continued, ignoring his comment, “Why do you want to know anyway?”

He grinned stopping you in your tracks, “So I can ask you out on a date.”

“What? Me? Pete will kill you!” You gave him a bug-eyed look.

He shrugged, “He’ll get over it.”

“This is Pete we’re talking about.”

“I know how to handle him.” He squeezed your hand anxiously waiting on your actual answer. He decided right then and there that he wouldn’t give up even if you rejected him.

“You really want to go out with me?”

Nodding his head he answered you, “I’d love to.”

“I’m kind of the worst person to date.” You sighed softly trying to deter him. You were so good at that. If it wasn’t Pete sabotaging your love life it was you instead.

He cocked his head slightly, curious as to why you would think that, “And why’s that?”

“I don’t have anything to give.” You looked away wanting to take it back. You wanted to go on a date with him, “My life revolves around the hospital.”

He shrugged again, “I don’t mind.”

“You say that. But when I get called in every night for a week straight you might not think the same.”

“Y/N,” He waited for you to look back to him, “I really don’t mind. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too. There’s something here.”

You nodded looking everywhere but his face, “I didn’t say I didn’t.” Replying quietly, you finally made the eye contact he was looking for.

Softly smiling, “There’s that Mitchell attitude I love.” He took a small step closer to you looking back and forth between your eyes and mouth.

Your breathing became slightly erratic as your heart raced. You could smell the cologne wafting off him, “Yeah?” You mimicked him, taking a step closer.

“Oh yeah, so what do you say Y/N Mitchell?”

“I say, let’s do it Nick Bradshaw.” You felt his body heat radiating off him, sure he could hear your racing heart.

You could’ve melted right then and there when he smiled down at you, “I’m going to kiss you, if that’s alright.”

Nodding your head eagerly you replied, “That’s more than alright Lieutenant.”

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And If She Grabs For Your Hand And Drags You Along She Might Want A Kiss —

pairing [s] : nick ‘goose’ bradshaw x fem!reader

warning [s] : mentions of : kissing | goose does not die in this he's alive (I'm delusional) | this is shoer and I dont know how to write anything because its late

a/n [s] : requests are open! for dal <3 @daltopia

The sand and sun is warm against your skin as you set down everything you need for the beach. Your fourteen year old Bradley is carrying most of the weight, hoping to help his mother. He has a gentle sprout of a mustache on his upper lip, and a good build of muscle from being in football from ages four to fourteen. “Mom! Is Dad coming today?” Bradley asks you while running up behind to take the chair off your back. “Umm, he should be. I called him before we left so we'll see.”

Bradley was raised very well and respectful as he tells you to sit down as he puts up the tent and chairs for you. You smile at him before pinching his side and telling him to go play in the water. “Nah, Mom. I'm gonna tan for a bit then play football. The guys are coming here around like, 12.” Bradley is setting up a small towel and his insulated water bottle next to him and lays on his back. Bradley looked like his father from the tip of his hair, to the bottom of his toe: was Goose.

His long legs sprouted early, pushing him up to 5'10, then at 6’1 he traveled around like he owned the world. You're reading a book while you attempt to relax through sounds of screaming children and drunk adults at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Soon, you begin to space out while reading, passing a few pages without realization.

Suddenly, tickles of kisses and hands against your thighs were Nick. The tickling of his mustache is prominent as he whispers out your name and runs against your side. You lean your head back against his shoulder and his arms wrap around your body with a gentle tug and a squeeze. “Nick! It tickles!” You say as he rubs his head against yours.

One thing you loved about Nick was his love for PDA. It didn't matter when, unless around important people, he was loving and kissing on his beautiful wife. Bradley groans at the sight of his parents practically making out behind your book. “GET A ROOM!” He shouts as he runs to the splashing water and kicking his feet.

You pull away with a quick laugh and stare at your blond husband. With a blue Hawaiian shirt on, a bare torso, and his tiny swimsuit to match with the blue. “How was work today?” You ask and play with your ring that's clad on his ring finger. You are sure if he took the ring off, the skin underneath would burn your eyes from whiteness. “Gooood! Mav almost got grounded, again.” Goose says as he lays back against the sand. His Ray-Bans are on the lower part of his nose while he throws a ball in the air.

“He always does. I'm glad your day was good. Bradley was talking to this cute girl today, I'm excited for him.” You gossip and Nick sits up and laughs. You're messing with his hair that's longer upon the top, twirling a couple pieces around.

“I missed you,” Goose says. Your hands fall underneath his ears and you kiss his lips softly. His mustache tickles your upper lip as he deepens it.

“Later, love.” You giggle and he chases after your lips jokingly. “Swear, honey. Tonight I'll give you something extra special, okay?”

“Yeee-hawww!”

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I do - N. Bradshaw

After a couple years of being engaged, Y/n and Nick Bradshaw were finally getting married. Even though the proposal had taken place years before the wedding, there was one more thing Nick had to say "I do" to on the day-of :)

a/n: sorry again for being so inactive!! this was a request and so is dedicated to @fandomstanner24 who requested it. I really hope y'all enjoy it, (stop reading this a/n if u dont wanna know what the surprise is, keep reading if u do) and if you want to know what y/n asks goose at the end/what the surprise was it's that she's preggers again :,).

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Opening her eyes, Y/n registered that today was different. She wasn’t waking up by her fiancé’s side. She was not, however, alone in her hotel bed. Her best friend, Penny, was waking up next to her, eyes sparkling while she was thinking about the day ahead. She shot up like a spring and shook y/n fully awake.

“Come on, y/n/n, we have to get you ready!”, Penny said.

“We can stay here for like, 5 more minutes, you know? We’re supposed to be up at 7 and its like, 6:30.”, replied y/n.

“Why am I more excited about this wedding than you are? Are you getting cold feet?”, asked Penny with mock concern. She grabbed her best friend and looked her in the eyes.

“If you want to ditch, I can be your getaway driver”, said Penny. And although it was a joke, somewhere in the back of her eyes, y/n knew Penny was more than willing to run away with her.

But y/n didn’t want that. Although she was nervous, she wanted to marry Nick Bradshaw more than anything she had ever wanted in this lifetime. 

“Shut up, Penny! I promise we’ll still be as close as we are now, if that’s what you’re worried about.”, replied y/n smiling and sitting up. 

Penny smiled and gave her best friend a hug, whispering in her ear that she loved her.

Neither of the expected to cry until the wedding itself, but on days like these emotions are running high. So, at 6:35 am, they were crying in each others arms.

They had been through everything together, and Penny could not be happier that her best friend was finally getting married to Goose. She knew they were soulmates, and she wasn’t worried about her friendship with Y/n because they were more than friends, they were sisters and twin flames. And nothing could ever take that away from them.

Both women got up and went downstairs for an early breakfast alone. They knew that this was probably one of the last moments they’d get to be alone together considering the day, so they enjoyed every last bit. The rest of the bridal party was supposed to get up at 7:00 like they had planned but quiet downtime was much appreciated. When they were done, they got to relax for a while up in their room. 

“I’m nervous, Penny. I have to call my parents and ask about Bradley. I miss him a lot and I want to know if he’s ok.”, said y/n, already dialing her parents’ house phone number into the hotel’s.

“Honey, I get it, getting married is big and nerve wracking. But I’m sure Bradley is perfectly fine! In fact, I bet he’s still asleep”, says Penny.

“Hi mom! Sorry for calling so early, I just wanna know how Bradley is.,” said y/n.

“He’s doing great princess. He just woke up, actually, do you wanna say hi?”, said y/n’s mom through the phone.

“Yes!”, exclaimed the bride-to-be.

“Hi mommy!”, said Bradley.

“Hi, honey. Have you had fun with your grandparents?” Asked y/n.

“Yes! We played with my toys and then we…”

Bradley proceeded to tell his mom about the time they’d been apart. Truthfully, he sounded like a big kid, despite only having turned 4 years old. It made y/n tear up a little bit, and it also brought back memories of when he was born. Nick had proposed to her only a couple weeks before they found out she was pregnant, and when they found out they figured they would rather focus all their energy into the baby and making sure y/n had the best pregnancy possible than to split the efforts between that and the wedding. That’s why it had been pretty much 5 years and they hadn’t gotten married yet.

But it was finally the day and they couldn’t be more excited.

Neither of the women knew, but Maverick and Goose were both asleep in their own hotel room, snoring the morning away. Nick woke up before his best friend, appreciating a second alone before Pete woke up. 

He sat with his feet on the floor, breathing in and out slowly and feeling the morning chill in the dark room. He drew the curtains slowly and stood right next to the window, observing the streets below. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Everything was still for a fleeting moment, until he felt Maverick’s hand on his back.

“Ready, Goose?”, asked maverick.

“I’ve been ready this whole time,” answered Goose, with a smile on his face.

By 11:00, the bridal party was out of the hotel and at the venue: a beautiful botanical garden with a seaside view. The group consisted of Y/n, Penny who was the maid of honor, 3 other bridesmaids, Y/n’s mother, and the makeup and hair stylists. There was also the photographer who was doing her best to capture every moment that they would want to remember in 10, 20, 30… years time.

Bradley was in neither party, being carried around the venue back and forth between the guys and the women, but he was happy to be the center of attention wherever he went.

The day seemed to be both passing as quickly as water might slip through one’s fingers and as slow as a snail. One might say that 11:00 was early to get to the venue, but with weddings one can never be too early. By 2:00, almost everything was in order, and everyone was having lunch. The wedding planner was running around, trying to get every last detail right. She was making sure not one flower was out of place, that the band were where they had to be, that the sound system was in order and everything in between.

There was one more surprise that y/n and her best friend had to finish working out. One that not even Penny knew until a few hours before they came to the venue, but the reveal would have to wait until after the ceremony itself.

The guests were arriving at 3:00 and everything was exactly on schedule, with the wedding supposed to start at 3:30. Even though Y/n and her fiancé weren’t exactly the most traditional couple, they had been told by his mother to set the ceremony on the half hour mark, because that way their wedding would begin on the upswing as the minute hand on the clock was going up as well.

30 minutes later and everything was right where it needed to be. Y/n was still in the parlor, touching up her lipstick when her dad walked through the door. The room was silent, but there was a lot of love filling in the blanks that the quiet left open.

The man smiled at her daughter who always looked like a princess, but even more so in her gown. She looked like more than a princess, like an angel, he thought. She was perfect and he began to cry even before the ceremony started. Behind him was her mother, who shared her husband’s thoughts. She was getting teary eyed as well and both of them practically ran up to their beautiful daughter and hugged her tight.

Y/n wanted both of her parents to walk her down the aisle, she wanted to feel both of them next to her. The trio cried a little bit, but then y/n opened her trembling lips.

“Ok, we really have to stop crying. I can’t even imagine how bad it’s gonna get during the actual ceremony,” she laughed.

“Oh honey, we love you so much,” said her mother, as both parents kissed their daughter’s cheek.

“We better get going,” said her dad, as he heard the guests quieting down when the piano began.

“I know. But I have one more thing to tell you both…”

The ceremony began with Rooster and Maverick walking down the aisle together, the biggest smiles on both their faces. Then came the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, arms linked. Then came Penny, already tearing up and sniffling her way down. Even so, she had a smile on her face that could light up a room.

Little Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (because yes, his father and uncle had already come up with a call sign for him) was walking down the aisle right before the flower girl with the rings for his parents. Everyone looked at him with endeared looks on their faces, because no one could resist “aweing” at a child as cute as him. He proudly walked down that aisle, with a smile on his face and his tiny chest puffed out.

It was a mystery to the guests why the bride and her parents already seemed to have cried as they walked down the aisle, and a lot. But, the bride looked beautiful and not one eye was dry.

Though it was supposed to be Mr. and (almost) Mrs. Bradshaw’s day, Bradshaw Jr. stole the show with his complete awe and admiration towards his mother. He stood there with his little jaw hanging wide open, and everyone laughed. But when everyone was looking at him, Nick only had eyes for Y/n. She was sparkling, gleaming, floating down that aisle. She was an angel come down from heaven. She was perfect, even when se cried she was flawless and he couldn’t help but cry as soon as he saw her.

The wedding continued and then the vows came. And finally, the I dos.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may-” and the officiator was cut off, because Nick was already dipping his bride to kiss her.

Everyone cheered and the celebration began. 

One of the reasons they had decided to get married in the afternoon was so they could have the best lighting for pictures: golden hour. The photographer had spent all day trying to find the perfect spot for pictures because the goal was to capture both the plants and the beach in the background. The gardens were full of life, breathing and the plants were letting the sun bathe them in what looked like molten gold. The pictures began with only the couple in the frame, then with their son, and their parents and friends, etc. After about 30 minutes, they had gotten enough pictures to remember the day by, and everyone was going toward the large tent where the dance floor was and their tables, too.

“Alright, one more picture,” said the photographer. This time, it was just the newlyweds in the frame like they started. 

“Ok, I want you to face away from each other and I’ll let you know when you can turn around. That way we can get a picture where everything looks dynamic and lively. These kinds of shots are great to make the pictures look like they’re almost moving,” instructed the photographer, winking at the bride.

Y/n was smiling so wide that it was hard to hide from her husband, but she knew holding back would be worth it for the surprise she’d been planning all day.

Once Nick was facing away from his wife, y/n got down on one knee, carefully arranging her dress so it would get caught beneath her. Penny came running to hand her the supplied necessary for the surprise and then ran away as quickly as she came back.

“You can turn around now,” said the photographer.

Goose looked down in confusion at his wife.

“Didn’t we already do this, love?” he asked.

“Nick Bradshaw, will you honor me by being the most wonderful father in the universe one more time?”, asked y/n, the biggest smile on her face and handing him a positive pregnancy test and a baby onesie.

The photographer was clicking away on the camera and all of their family and friends were already gathering around, cheering.

“Of course I will, I do!”, he exclaimed, picking his wife up and kissing her. His face was filled with pure love and admiration, the feeling of pure excitement filling him as he imagined his growing family. Bradley came up to his parents, having to be explained that he would be a big brother in about 9 months :)

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Ambrosia (Series)

[Ambrosia means "immortality" in Greek; it is derived from the Greek word ambrotos ("immortal"), which combines the prefix a- (meaning "not") with mbrotos ("mortal").]

Pairing: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader (Past), Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Author Note: This series is inspired by the movie 'The Age of Adaline'. If you want to be tagged, just let me know in the comment.

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(Y/N) always living on absconding. Her condition forces her to move away to a new place with a new name every ten years. This day, she lives in San Diego with the name of Diana Ross where she met with her great-granddaughter, Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace. One day, Natasha took her to one of the Military parties where she met Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. Bradley ask for her number but she turned him down, it's not because she didn't persuade by him. When she first saw him, she was stunned at how handsome he is. He helped her from a creep that wants to hit on her. She rejected him because she doesn't want him to get hurt by her condition right now.

But Bradley is not a person that easily to give up. He just have to wait for a right moment to make his move. His Rooster moment.

Prologue Part One Part two

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Masterlist:

❤️ - fluff, 😭 - angst, 😳 - smut, 🥲 - sad

Prompt masterlist

*THE GIFS ARE NOT MINE*

Top Gun:

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw:

Me, jealous? ❤️

Formula One:

Charles Leclerc:

If I Could ❤️🥲

Carlos Sainz:

Mechanical Bull ❤️😳

Sergio Pérez:

We will always be all right ❤️🥲

Family Pit-stop ❤️

Fearful Velocity ❤️🥲

Baby on Board ❤️

I can't do it anymore ❤️🥲

Max Verstappen:

Fearful Velocity ❤️🥲

Toto Wolff:

Whispers of Comfort❤️

James Vowles:

Sickly in Love ❤️

Forever Grateful ❤️

The sweetest couple on the paddock❤️

Lando Norris: Like it was meant to be...❤😭

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

A mother's dying wish.

Pairing Nick Goose Bradshaw x wife reader. Bradley bradshaw x mother ( Bradley's mother) reader

Summary Y/n has throat cancer like her brother Iceman only problem is she doesn't make it as long as he does and she has one last request for Maverick and Ice.

Warnings death, throat cancer, shit writing because it's almost 2 am and I could sleep oh and mentions of being in the hospital

none of the gifs belong to me.

" Hey Y/n how are you?" Maverick a good friend of mine. " I'm as good as I can be right now. " I replied holding Bradley in one arm and trying not to fall apart in front of him. I had just lost my husband and Bradley had lost his father but he was to young to understand that.

"Here I'll take Bradley and you can have some alone time with Goose." Maverick said and I agreed. I fell infront of Nick's grave. " Hi my *cough cough* love I *cough cough cough * miss you. " I said my throat hurting. " Y/n?" A voice asked from behind me. " Hi Icebro. " I replied. " You’re not ok are you?" Iceman asked. " Not even a little." I replied. " I'm trying to stay strong for Bradley but between the heartbreak of losing Nick and my throat cancer I don't know how much longer I'll last. " I said breaking down in Tom's arms. Tom just held me. It reminded of when we were younger he'd always hold me when I was upset.

6 years later so Bradley is now 10

Y/n in the hospital. " You'll be ok right mommy?" Bradley asked. " Of course I will my little crazy Rooster. " I said. " Thank you for bringing him to see me Icebro. " I said and gave him a sign to leave because I wanted to talk to Mav alone. " Of course sis. Come on Roo let's go get ice cream. " Iceman said. " But I want to stay here with mom!" Bradley replied. " We can come back after we get ice cream. " Iceman said and Bradley agreed. Neither of them knowing that would be the last time they both saw her alive.

" Mav I need you to promise me something. " I said in what was barely a whisper. " Anything. " Maverick replied. " Promise me that you won't let Bradley become a pilot. I don't want him to die like his father. Tell my son and brother I love and I'm sorry. Mav this is for you Thank you for always being there when I needed you the most. " I said.

And with that I took my final breath finally joining my Goose after 6 painful years without him I would finally get to see him again.

[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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[multifandomfanfic]

Ma do a smut for bradley bradshaw where you’re iceman’s youngest daughter and he fucks you in your room when everyone is home🙏🙏

Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, voyeurism, female masturbation, overstimulation, oral (m! Receiving), choking, praise kink, begging

Word Count: 6k

It was always a bittersweet experience returning home. On one hand, I had the pleasure of seeing all my relatives, both distant and close. On the other hand, I was reminded of happier times in my childhood when all I had to worry about was getting an A on my upcoming math exam.

At the Kazansky household, things were always packed. My father was adamant about inviting everyone in the family and filling our house to the brim with happy people who were ready to have a good time.

I mostly mingled with people I liked and avoided those who were overbearing and insisted on showering me with all kinds of unnecessary affection. Call me crazy, but the prospect of being hugged and kissed by a complete stranger (who swore they changed my diaper when I was a baby) did not appeal to me in the least.

It was that time of night, so I grabbed whatever drink my father was serving and moved to the back of the house to keep an eye on the other guests. Anyone looking to strike up a conversation with me would find me being a wallflower in the back corner of whatever room everyone was congregating in.

Tonight was a particularly trying night. My father had invited so many people that the party felt cramped rather than lively. In the back of the room, I assumed my usual position. Instead of ignoring me and resuming their conversations, people bumped into me, pushed past me, or got in my way when all I wanted to do was watch from afar and listen in on the juicy gossip.

“I gotta get out of here.”

I muttered to myself as I searched the area for my father. He was mingling with a few of his friends, holding a large glass of wine.

I pushed my way past various groups of people who were discussing a variety of topics, ranging from politics to their newly planted garden. A mix of high-end colognes and low-cost perfumes drifted through the air, creating a perplexing aroma that jumbled my thoughts.

God, it seemed like the situation was growing worse by the second.

“Sorry.”

My shoulder brushed up against the back of a man who appeared to be in a state of confusion.

“Sorry.”

I apologized, despite the fact that he had walked right in front of me.

“Dad!”

Through the cacophony of voices, I called out.

He was completely absorbed in the conversation and was unable to hear my voice.

“Dad!”

After taking a few more steps towards him, I called again.

He heard me this time. He spun his head around on his neck, searching for the source of the voice. His shoulders sprung up into an excited position as his gaze landed on me, his eyes brightening with anticipation of what I had to say.

“Hey! I’m gonna step outside for a little while. I need some fresh air.”

My father smiled and gave me a small pat on the shoulder. I returned his grin and began moving through the crowds until, after what seemed like a ten-day journey, I arrived at the front door.

“Who!”

I ecstatically exclaimed, relieved to be free of the throngs of people. I flung the door open and inhaled the soft autumn breeze, which smelled of rustic terrain and freshly fallen leaves.

I gently closed the door behind me, taking care not to attract unwanted attention as I steered clear of the suffocating crowds.

I started walking down the suburban streets, with no particular destination in mind. I took both right and left turns.

Today's weather was especially lovely. It was warm enough that I could get away with wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. It wasn't hot enough, though, to make the great outdoors stuffy and unpleasant. This day was made even better by the addition of a gentle breeze.

The birds in the trees chirped peacefully, and slowed my footsteps so I could hear their lovely songs. I stood there watching them communicate with each other in the shade of a large oak tree, smiling as they expressed their love for each other.

“Lovely.”

I said to myself, placing my hands in the pockets of my jean shorts.

“Y/N!”

Someone just said my name, I swear. But it was faint, almost inaudible. I assumed it was all in my head, a mere figment of my imagination.

“Y/N!”

The call had become much more audible. It wasn't something I could have imagined.

I swiveled my head around, anxiously scanning the street for the source of the voice. Fortunately, I didn't have to look very hard.

There was a tall, extremely muscular man standing in his front lawn, waving at me with a thick mustache perched on his upper lip.

“What the hell?”

The sun glinted off his immaculately sculpted abdomen, which appeared to be carved from stone.

I cocked my brow.

Wait a minute.

Is that who I thought it was?

There's no way.

There’s no way in hell.

"Bradshaw?!”

My brows furrowed in perplexity as I screamed his name.

The man laughed hysterically, his muscular shoulders bouncing with each chuckle.

“I thought you wouldn’t recognize me, Y/N.”

This yelling was starting to irritate me.

“Come over here and let’s talk!”

Bradley snatched his white shirt from the floor and threw it on, then adjusted his black aviator sunglasses before sprinting over to me across the empty street.

I wouldn't believe he was Bradley Bradshaw if he didn't know my name.

“Hey Y/N.”

He spoke with his hands on either side of his hips as he stared down at me, his eyes hidden behind the black lenses of his sunglasses. I could only assume he was looking me in the eyes.

“Hey!”

I exclaimed.

I couldn't stop myself from sliding my gaze over his now fully developed body.

“My God! You look so much different!”

Bradley laughed and threw his head back, revealing his adam's apple as well as a few well-defined veins protruding on either side of his neck.

“I assume you're complimenting me.”

His perfectly sculpted body, and that deep, husky voice. When did he become so...

perfect?

“Yes! You look great!”

Bradley gave me a friendly smile. His entire body was coated in a thin layer of moisture, so I assumed he had been exercising in the lovely autumn weather.

“Oh! There’s a party at my dad’s house if you’d like to join.”

Despite not knowing which direction led back to my house, I pointed to the left.

Bradley smiled even bigger, displaying his flawless set of pearly white teeth.

“That sounds like fun! I’ll be glad to see your old man again!”

Again?

“What do you mean again?”

I asked, one of my brows cocked.

“Oh! I’m in the navy. I fly planes.”

Well, that explains the perfect body.

I raised my brows in surprise and crossed my arms over my chest.

“What?! How am I just hearing about this now?!”

I exclaimed in surprise. Bradley was following in his old man’s footsteps. Why did it take so long for me to receive the good news? Both my father and him neglected to tell me, I suppose.

“Well, to be fair, we haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.”

I tucked my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I meant to contact you again, but I guess time really did just slip away from me.”

I rubbed a hand across my face, irritated with myself.

“I’m really sorry Brad. I just graduated from college, and got an apprenticeship, and then I got a new job, and then I moved out…”

Bradley raised his hand to silence me.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.”

He assured me that my forgetfulness was understandable.

I motioned for him to come closer.

“Come on, walk with me to the party and give me all the new life updates. I’m anxious to hear about you.”

We took our time walking, not in a hurry to get to the party.

He told me everything about his life, the navy, and his friends, down to the smallest detail. And I listened intently the entire time, making sure to ask questions to show him I was fully engaged in the conversation.

I didn't have a clue where I was going. Thankfully, Bradley (or should I say, Rooster) knew how to get from his house to mine. I'd be completely lost if it weren't for his assistance.

“That’s about it.”

He said, as we reached the front of my porch.

“Wow. That’s super cool.”

I cast a sidelong glance at my house's front facade. From the street, I could hear a low hum of activity.

“Do you wanna go inside?”

I inquired, my gaze returning to his jet black aviators. Rooster smiled and nodded.

“Sure.”

In an overly formal manner, he extended his elbow to me. I scoffed at his absurdity, my arm catching on the underside of his elbow.

We exchanged a few glances before he led me up the front steps of my porch, releasing his arm once we were both at the front door. Rooster reached for the doorknob and twisted it until it clicked. He bowed his head and motioned for me to enter the room with a sense of artificial formality.

“Thank you, good sir.”

He flashed me a smirk before I stepped through the threshold, returning to the bustling house.

I took up my old spot in the back of the room. Only now did I have something to occupy my time.

While Rooster was busy conversing with others, I cast glances at him. He had a lot of charisma and could start a conversation with almost anyone who crossed his path.

This was excellent for me because it gave me plenty of time to admire his gleaming biceps from afar while he was distracted by others.

How is it possible for one man to be so flawless?

To begin with, his perfectly toned muscles would attract the attention of any man or woman.

But, even if he didn't have such a fantastic body, his magnificent smile was enough to make any girl weak at the knees.

And, if he didn’t have the body or the smile, his charisma was enough to entice any woman into bed with him.

He possessed all of the necessary qualities: intelligence, charisma, and a stunning physical appearance.

Many years ago, when we were close friends, I admired him.

I was consumed by a burning desire for him now, which was ignited every time he flashed his famous smile or flexed one of his many toned muscles.

But I wouldn't go too far with my speculation. Because a man like that is unquestionably taken. And if he wasn't taken, he was talking to someone who could easily become more than an acquaintance.

So, until I knew otherwise, I would admire him from afar.

Rooster began mingling with my father. However, due to my father's inability to communicate effectively, he mostly asked him yes or no questions. Nonetheless, he and my father appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the conversation.

Therefore, this was the ideal opportunity to catch a glimpse of his stunning appearance.

I was deep in thought and admiring him when I noticed his body shifting. He was turning around.

Shit!

He was staring at me, observing how I was taking in every inch of him. Through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, I made eye contact with him.

I didn't get a chance to notice the expression he was making because my cheeks turned bright red and I averted my gaze from him faster than the speed of sound.

Shit.

I hope he didn't take my stare too seriously.

Is it getting hot in here?

Maybe it’s all the people crammed into a tight space.

I should separate myself from the group once more to regain my composure.

I pushed through the crowds of people huddled in conversation, muttering apologies as needed.

Oh God, it was growing hotter by the second.

As I raced up the stairwell, searching the halls for my room, I tried not to appear rushed. I needed a relaxing environment. Before rejoining the party, I needed to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

Above all, I had to get away from Bradley.

I flung open my bedroom door, softly closing it behind me so as not to disturb the party. I dashed to my bed, sat on the edge, and stared off into space.

Shit. If Brad questions me about the staring, what am I going to say?

I dismissed any worries with a shake of my head.

He’s a cool guy. Most likely, he'll dismiss it or laugh at me for openly admiring him.

To take my mind off of Bradley, I took a deep breath and grabbed a picture frame from my nightstand. The photo was taken about ten years ago and shows me and my father standing in front of a plane. I believe the plane was an old F-14, built in his days of flying.

It was a lovely photo and one of my favorites, so I kept it on my nightstand for safe keeping. I smiled to myself as I remembered my father's exhilarating stories about his days in the air.

My door squeaked open, jolting me out of my stupor. My ears perked up as I searched for the source of the noise.

Bradley?

Oh, shit.

“Hey Y/N.”

He smiled as he closed the door behind him.

"Hello," I said as I re-positioned the photograph on my nightstand.

“What are you doing up here?”

I asked, forcing myself to look him in the eyes.

His aviator sunglasses had been removed from his face, and I could now see his eyes perfectly.

Rooster rested his back against my wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I was just wondering if there was anything you’d like to say to me.”

Oh.

My.

God.

“What?”

I asked, my head cocked to the side, pretending to be perplexed.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

I tried to laugh, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had accumulated around us.

“Let me jog your memory a little.”

He began, take one long stride forward.

“Care to explain to me why you were eye fucking me the entire night?”

Oh God.

I’m fucked.

“Well I just…”

I knew it was pointless to act stupid. He'd already discovered what I'd worked so hard to keep hidden.

“I just haven’t seen you in forever and you look so different. I guess I couldn’t help but check you out.”

I laughed, hoping Rooster would follow suit and chuckle with me.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t move a muscle.

His stare was becoming increasingly menacing. To avoid his intense presence, I just wanted to crawl under my covers and disappear completly from sight.

My mouth dried up. I swallowed, my throat constricting quickly due to the increasing tension. I felt as if I were gradually sinking beneath the surface of the ocean, with a large amount of water pressure gradually building as I sank lower and lower under his probing eyes.

Then, Rooster cracked a smile.

It wasn't a happy, playful grin, though.

It was sinister, as if he had something hidden up his sleeves.

Rooster took another stride forward, his long legs bringing him only about two feet from me.

God, I was on fire. My heart was racing around my ribcage, and my lower abdomen was filled with dozens of large butterflies that bounced around my stomach like they'd consumed a bunch of caffeine.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words spilled from my lips despite my best efforts. I sat with my jaw open like a complete moron, intertwining my fingers to hide how badly my hands were shaking.

What was going on inside his brain?!

Why was he staring at me as if he expected me to say something?!

What the hell was going on?!

“Take off your clothes.”

He demanded, his face settling into a neutral expression as he analyzed me.

“What?”

I chuckled nervously, still trying to convince myself that this whole situation was a complete joke.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

I waited.

I waited for him to laugh, throw his head back in amusement, and tell me he should've seen my face.

But that moment never came. He stood confidently in front of me, his arms crossed across his well-defined chest, patiently waiting for me to follow his orders as his intense eyes stared down at me like a hawk watching it’s prey.

I swallowed, staring at him through my lashes as I grasped the hem of my shirt, bringing it over my head and gently letting it fall to the floor.

Rooster kept his gaze fixed on me until I removed my bra. Then he allowed his eyes to wander along the curves of my upper body, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the spectacle in front of him.

I stood, undoing my jeans and trying not to think about his eyes scrutinizing every curve and detail of my exposed body. I pushed my jean shorts and panties down until they sagged and pooled around my ankles.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, kicking my jean shorts to the side, my physique now completely exposed to his gaze.

I clenched my thighs together, a sharp ache forming between my legs. The desire to grind my hips against the rough fabric of my old croqueted quilt was strong.

But I knew I had to save my desire for Rooster.

I shifted my gaze from my lap, to Rooster, who quietly took a few more steps forward until I was eye level with his thick leather belt. All of my anxieties and fears went straight to my cunt, adding to intense ache that was gradually building with every lustful glance from Rooster.

As I stared up at him in awe, he placed a calloused palm against my cheek, tenderly cupping my face. My hands fidgeted in my lap as I resisted the urge to spread my legs open and thrust my fingers inside my soaking wet heat.

Rooster trailed his thick thumb along my bottom lip, keeping a neutral expression to avoid giving me any clues as to what was going on inside his lovely mind. He cocked his head to the side, his gaze scrutinizing every feature of my face.

Rooster slipped his thumb between my lips and into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the base of his thumb, hollowing my cheeks and sucking harshly, the tip of my tongue tracing every wrinkle.

Rooster hummed contentedly, pulling his thumb almost completely out of my mouth before thrusting it back towards my throat, simulating what he would do to my throbbing cunt.

I coated his entire thumb with warm saliva as I dragged my tongue along every nook and cranny.

“I bet you want my cock in your pretty little mouth right about now, don’t you sweet girl?”

I tried to speak, oblivious to the fact that my mouth was full of his thick thumb.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s impolite.”

His voice slipped off his lips like a true womanizer, his tone dripping with heavy desire.

“If you wanna suck my cock you gotta take my pants off.”

I maintained eye contact with him as I continued to suck his thumb, my hands scrambling against the rough fabric of his jeans until I found the metal buckle on his thick leather belt. I undid it with stable hands, as all my nerves were trapped inside my cunt.

I pulled his jeans and tight boxers down just enough for his semi hard cock to spring free from its confines.

I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few pumps, feeling it harden in my grasp. Rooster hissed through his teeth as I continued to pleasure him with my soft palm.

Bradley pulled his thumb from my mouth, releasing his grip on my face and moving his hand to my hair, harshly grasping the roots.

He thrusted my face forward, my gaze torn away from his deep brown eyes. My eyes met his cock, a jolt of pleasure rushing to my cunt as I realized how girthy he was.

Fuck.

This was gonna be a long night.

I grasped his cock with one hand, bringing his swollen pink tip to my mouth, slipping him in between my plush lips.

I could taste his salty precum lingering on my tongue as I took as much of him as I could into my mouth.

Rooster gasped in pleasure, using his grip on my hair to thrust my face forward and backwards along his dick.

I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling his thick muscles ripple under my touch everytime he jerked his hips forward to meet the quick movements of my mouth.

“Fuck.”

He murmured, his tone husky.

“That’s my good girl. You have such a pretty mouth.”

I shifted my hips against the rough fabric of my quilt, attempting to alleviate the aching pain building inside of me.

The quilt brushed against my clit, eliciting a deep moan from the back of my throat, sending vibrations directly to Rooster’s cock.

I allowed my jaw to fall slack as the movements of Rooster’s hand became increasingly more desperate. His hips violently jerked forward every time he pulled my face towards his pubic bone, his swollen tip smacking against the back of my throat with every desperate thrust.

“Ohhhh.”

He sighed.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

His brows were knitted in desire as I nearly choked around his throbbing length. Veins began to bulge along his cock, and in a desperate attempt to pleasure him I ran my tongue along the thick veins.

The grip Rooster had on my hair was so tight that I could feel the strands being ripped straight from my scalp.

“I bet your little pussy is aching for my cock.”

I hummed in agreement, sending a second wave of vibrations along his length.

Rooster gasped, his jaw dropping as his cock began to throb uncontrollably inside my warm mouth.

“Fuck baby, you’re making me crazy.”

His tone begged his own body to let go of the pressure in his lower abdomen. But he wouldn’t allow himself to release his hot cum into my mouth, not just yet.

Rooster wanted to be in charge, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain composure as he reached the brink of an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth pretty girl.”

He said, the salty taste of precum became very prevalent on my tongue as his length throbbed inside my mouth, his thighs trembling under my hands.

Rooster threw his head back as he released his cum into my mouth, his grip loosening as he finally reached his much awaited orgasm.

“Your fucking mouth is perfect.”

He released my roots, a few detached strands of my hair wrapped around his thick fingers.

I swallowed the majority of his cum, a single strand falling down the corner of my mouth.

Rooster cupped my face with his hand, swiping his thumb along my mouth and cleaning my face in the process.

“You’re making a mess sweetheart.”

He mumbled, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure, hiding the true extent of his lust.

“Sorry.”

I whispered once all of his cum had vanished from my mouth.

Rooster smirked slyly, tilting his head downwards to meet my gaze.

“Tell me how badly you want my cock inside of you. I wanna hear you beg for it.”

I was never a big fan of begging.

But I've never been more desperate for someone in my entire life. My entire lower abdomen was throbbing with the desire to be filled by Rooster's thick cock.

I swallowed, fidgeting with my fingers as my pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

“Please Bradley. I need you.”

My voice was soft, but I prayed it was sufficient for him. Rooster raised his eyebrows.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

He used the grip on my chin to tilt my neck backwards, allowing me to look straight into his deep brown eyes.

I gulped.

“Please Bradley. I need you to fuck me. I need your cock throbbing inside me.”

I was begging pitifully, but at this point I’d do anything to have him bulging inside of my soaking wet pussy.

My nails dug into his muscular thighs, leaving crescent moon shapes in their wake.

“Keep going pretty girl. I wanna hear just how desperate you are.”

My bottom lip trembled in eagerness as the anticipation began to become overwhelming.

“Rooster.”

I began, the use of his call sign igniting a fire in his eyes.

“Rooster I’m aching for you, please. Please fuck me I need to feel you. I need to feel your-“

“Shhhhhh.”

He hushed me, placing his thumb over my mouth to silence my voice.

“I think that’s enough. Why don’t you touch yourself for me while I get naked.”

I knitted my brows, confused.

Rooster smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh come on pretty girl you just told me you were aching. Why don’t you take care of yourself for a little while until I’m ready for you.”

His resonance had shifted to the back of his throat, giving his tone a deep and husky quality.

“Okay.”

I mumbled.

“Good girl. Make yourself feel good for me.”

Rooster took a step back, his pants halfway down his thighs as he fixed his gaze on my naked body. I threw my legs on top of my bed and shifted my weight until my back was pressed against the headboard so Rooster had the perfect view of my face.

I spread my legs, bending my legs as a soft breeze blew through the air and brushed against my soaking heat.

I didn’t want to achieve my release just yet. Instead of bringing my fingers directly to my clit, I gently massage my breasts with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut as my nipples hardened under my fingertips.

I gasped, focusing all my attention on the pleasure and not Rooster’s crushing gaze.

When my breasts were satisfied with the amount of attention I had given them, I moved my soft fingertips down my body, across my stomach until I found my swollen clit.

I ground my hips against my hand, my chest heaving desperately as I trapped my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Oh my god.”

I panted, tracing soft figure eights around my sensitive bud.

The ache in my pussy began to diminish, my body satisfied that I had finally listened to its pleas.

All thoughts of Rooster had been pushed from my mind, the pleasure clouding my brain.

I was embarrassingly close to my release, the intense foreplay making me hungry for an orgasm.

My back arched off the bed as I pushed two fingers past my folds.

I furrowed my brows, throwing my head back against the headboard as I thrusted my fingers against my spongy walls, coating my fingers with my juices.

I was so close. So painfully close. One more thrust of my fingers and I would be cumming all around my digits.

A strong grip wrapped around both of my ankles, halting my movements and pulling me forward until my head lay comfortably on my pillows.

My eyes shot open, noticing Rooster at the foot of my bed, his hard cock leaking precum.

“Alright pretty girl, that’s enough of that.”

He crawled over me, his chest flush against mine as his hot breath fanned across my face.

Rooster grabbed the hand buried deep within my pussy, removing it from my heat and bringing my fingers to his gorgeous mouth.

I gulped as he pushed two of my wrinkled fingers past his plush lips, hollowing his cheeks to suck the juices off my hand.

“Fuck. You taste amazing.”

He released my wrist, allowing it to fall in whatever position I deemed comfortable.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Rooster buried his face in the crook of my neck, his perfect teeth nibbling on my earlobe as he grabbed his cock with one hand, lining it up with my soaking wet entrance.

I enveloped his shoulders with my arms, pulling him impossibly closer so I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me into the bed.

Rooster rolled his hips forward, slipping his cock in between my folds.

I dug my nails into his prominent shoulder blades as he bottomed out inside of me, his cock stretching my walls to the brim.

“Is it big enough for you pretty girl?”

Rooster's mustache tickled my neck as his ragged breaths bounced around my head, sending me into a state of nirvana.

“Yes. Your cock is perfect.”

I wheezed, suddenly unable to fully fill my lungs due to the fullness of my cunt.

“Please start moving Rooster.”

Rooster placed a gentle kiss on the side of my neck, sucking a bright purple hickey into my throat as he snapped his hips forward.

I dropped my jaw in pleasure as Rooster bottomed out inside of me with every single thrust, a loud smack erupting with every single jerk of his hips.

I could feel his toned abdomen flexing every time he buried his thick cock deep within my soaked walls.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster mumbled, placing his tongue on the bright purple hickey he created with his glorious mouth.

“You’re taking my cock so well.”

His words rushed to my cunt, pulling the imaginary coil even tighter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving Rooster a new angle for his swollen tip to slam against my g spot with every intense thrust.

I threw my head back in pleasure, exposing my neck for Rooster to kiss to his liking.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I wish I fucked your pretty little pussy sooner.”

I gasped, feeling myself reach the brink of my orgasm.

“Rooster. I’m gonna cum.”

The building veins along Rooster's cock began to throb inside my walls, stretching my pussy even further.

“Cum all over my cock pretty girl.”

Wait.

“Rooster, do you think they can-“

Bradley wrapped his large hand around my neck, squeezing my throat and limiting my airflow enough to make me dizzy with euphoria.

He anticipated my question and didn't want to ruin the moment.

Who cares if anyone could hear us?

Rooster certainly didn’t.

“Be a good girl for me and cum around my cock.”

His face was hovering over me, his gaze boring into my eyes as he watched me intently, attempting to capture this moment for later fantasies.

His thick fingers around my neck, restricting my airflow at his authority.

His cock violently pumping in and out of my soaking wet cunt.

My face contorting into whatever pleasurable expression came naturally.

A thin layer of sweat coats both of us, wet bodies moving together in unison.

One particularly ferocious snap of his hips sent me straight into a state of elation, my eyes rolling back into my head so far that I swear I saw my brain.

I tangled one of my hands in his sandy locks, pulling the roots as I attempted to bring my mind back from its post orgasmic daze.

But Rooster wouldn’t let me.

“Bradley-“

Rooster leaned back on his knees, grabbing my hips and forcefully spinning me around until my face was pressed into the quilt, my ass in the air.

“I know you got one more for me, pretty girl.”

My overstimulated walls cried out for pity, but I ignored every sign in my body that told me to stop.

I wanted to cum again for him.

Rooster used one of hands to grip the soft flesh of my hips, his dull nails digging into my skin as his opposite hand snaked down to wrap around my neck.

I gasped as he wrapped his large hand around my throat, once again launching my body into a senseless state of nirvana.

“Rooster.”

I wheezed, gripping the quilt so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

Rooster pulled my hips back to meet his fierce thrusts, the sounds of sex reverberating throughout the room as he fucked me into the sheets.

His swollen tip slammed against my g spot with every single thrust, the intense stretch of my walls making me shake with overstimulation.

“God you’re such a good girl for me Y/N.”

The praise brought me even closer to my second, much more intense orgasm, the rough quilt rubbing against my face with every merciless snap of Rooster’s hips.

Tears of pleasure began to collect at the corners of my eyes.

I was close, so close.

The tension that was previously building in only my lower abdomen had now spread to my entire body. I was tight, tense waiting for the release that I prayed Rooster would allow me to receive.

“Rooster… I’m gonna cum again.”

Rooster growled lowly, his cock vibrating as the sound reverberated throughout his entire figure.

I cried out with want everytime Rooster buried himself inside of me, hoping nobody paid enough attention to the mess of moans coming from my bedroom.

“Rooster…”

I begged.

Rooster pulled me upwards. He pressed my back flush against his toned chest, his hand moving from the back of the neck to my front, finding my clit and massaging it with his calloused fingertips. His other hand desperately grabbed at the flesh on my thigh.

I threw my head back against his shoulder, arching my back away from his body as my orgasm ripped through me with the gentlest touch from his skilled fingers.

“Fuck!”

I shouted, my pussy clenching around his cock.

Rooster grumbled directly into my ear, and with one twitch, he spilled his hot cum inside of me, painting my walls.

Bradley inhaled sharply.

“Oh my fuck… you’re such a good girl for me.”

Rooster thrusted a few more times into me, ensuring we both got the most out of our orgasm.

I collapsed against him, finally reaching my breaking point.

Rooster chuckled.

“Are you tired?”

He asked, fake pity in his tone, using both of his strong arms to hold me upright.

“Yes. That was… a lot.”

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from my face as he gently laid me on my back.

“You can rest. I’ll go down and tell everyone you’re too tired to rejoin the fun.”

I smiled.

“That'd be great.”

Rooster grabbed a rag from my bathroom, cleaning me up as our combined juices almost completely coated my inner thighs.

I laid there watching, analyzing every muscle and movement of his body as he dressed himself.

“Do I look good?”

He inquired, displaying his unremarkable outfit of a white shirt, jeans, and vintage Converse.

I chuckled.

“You look perfect. Definitely like you didn’t just have the best sex of your life.”

Rooster smirked.

“Good.”

He rooster was second from leaving, half of his body out of the threshold when I called him back.

“Wait! Bradley!”

Rooster spun around, poking his head through the door frame.

“Yeah?”

“Wait do you like being called in bed. Bradshaw, Bradley, or Rooster?”

Rooster ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he pondered my question.

“Sir.”

He said with a huge, cheeky smile on his absolutely stunning face.

I rolled my eyes and waved him away.

“Get out of here I’ve had enough of you.”

Bradley laughed and showed me his perfect set of teeth.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t miss me too much.”

He winked slyly before disappearing through the threshold, gently shutting the door behind him until the lock clicked into place.

Ten minutes, starting now.

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(Hope y’all enjoyed. Lmk what you think about this one! :)

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Goose helping you with ppd after having Bradley?

I changed this just a bit cause I had an idea that came to my mind so I hope that's okay:)

Stuck with me

warnings: child birth, postpartum depression, Goose being sickeningly adorable. Carole and Goose aren't together in this but they still have Bradley:)

word count: 1.5k

Goose Masterlist | One Year TG celebration

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There was nothing that Nick Bradshaw loved more than being a father. Sure, flying with his best friend came in as a close second. But, coming home at the end of the day to his little boy who looked exactly like him would beat out the adrenaline rush of flying any day. So when you told him that he was going to be a father again, he was overjoyed. In fact, he fell to his knees crying, and hugged you, telling you thank you over and over for giving him another chance at being a dad. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Goose was by your side through the whole thing. He never missed an appointment (sometimes he even showed up earlier than you, coming from base and you from home). He knew all the milestones that the baby was reaching. You swore he knew more about what was going on with your body better than you did. You didn’t feel any sort of jealousy that this wasn’t Nick’s first pregnancy he was experiencing. It actually brought you some comfort having a partner who had done this before. He was on top of everything, making sure you were comfortable, stepping in to help you with Bradley, and getting the nursery all squared away. 

When you woke up in the middle of the night having contractions, Goose was as cool as he could be. You guessed it was those years of flying in the backseat with Maverick, childbirth was an easy cakewalk. Goose held your hand the whole time, wiping the sweat away from your forehead and holding your hair back when you got sick. He let the threats and curse words you shouted at him roll off his back, knowing the second the baby was placed on your chest, all this would fade away.

And that’s exactly what happened. 

The moment that Brie Elizabeth Bradshaw was placed on your chest, you were in tears and telling Goose that you were sorry for yelling at him. Goose was in such an awe state that he didn’t care about it. It was truly love at first sight when he looked at your little girl. You thought that you would be on cloud nine after giving birth. You thought that you’d go home, have this cute little family that you saw on TV, and everything would be alright. But no amount of books and TV shows could prepare you for how you really felt post-birth. 

You thought it was just exhaustion at first. Brie was fussy from the jump, the doctors told you that at the hospital. She didn’t latch on right away to breastfeed right, and when she did it was only for a few seconds at a time. It was frustrating for you, who wanted to do something that most mothers did. It seemed as though the only person who could calm her down was Goose. She’d cry and cry in your arms but the second Goose held her the crying would cease. Goose told you that was okay, that Brie could tell that you were tired and needed some rest and that once you got home everything would be better. 

But it didn’t get better. In fact, it almost seemed to get worse. 

It wasn’t Bradley’s fault that he was excited to have a new sister. He was only four and the new baby was like a shiny new toy. Goose had a talk with him about being gentle and letting you have your space, but that seemed to go right over Bradley’s head. The little boy wanted to be by your side for every single moment of every single thing. He was climbing up next to you when you fed Brie, or standing next to you on his little step stool when you changed her, or bringing her his toys when she was fussy to try and make her feel better. You tried your hardest to not just snap, knowing that the little boy didn’t know better. 

You had finally hit the wall and that’s when Goose realized this was more than just exhaustion from being a new mom with a toddler in the house. He saw the faraway look in your eyes as you did things like make bottles or wait for laundry. He noticed that every time Brie cried, you’d jump a bit and wait just a moment before going to tend to her, you looked near tears whenever Bradley would come up and try to “help” you with Brie, and you hardly engaged in a conversation with him. 

“So Mav apparently has gotten in trouble again,” Goose sighed as he pulled the blankets back, “Can you believe that? I step away to be a dad and my first child runs off and gets in trouble,” He chuckled and looked over to where you were sitting on the bed, “Baby?” 

“Hm?” You blinked and looked over your shoulder at him, “Mav’s in trouble?” 

“Yeah, he uh. . . that’s not important,” Goose shook his head, “Are you feeling alright?” 

“I’m fine, Goosey,” You tried your best to put a smile on your face but Goose could see right through that. He walked over to you and sat down next to you. He could see the unshed tears in your eyes and gently ran a hand through your hair. 

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Goose whispered, “It’s okay if you’re not.” 

You sucked in a breath, “Did this happen to Carole? D-did she feel like this?” You spoke through sobs and Goose quickly pulled you into his arms. He knew something really must be wrong if you were comparing yourself to his ex. You never did that. You always saw Carole as a friend and had reached out to her several times during your pregnancy. 

“Everyone feels differently, baby,” Goose said, rubbing your back, “What’s going on? Talk to me.” 

You shook your head, pulling away from Goose, “I’m just not good at this. I don’t know why I ever thought I was. I-I can’t make enough milk for her to eat. I can’t stop her from crying. She hates me, Goose. My baby hates me!” 

Goose shushed you and gently grabbed your face, brushing away the tears with the pad of his thumb, “Brie does not hate you. And none of this is your fault. The doctor even said she’s just a fussy baby. And not every woman on the planet can breastfeed, it’s alright.” 

“It’s not!” 

Goose knew better than to try and argue with you about it. Your mind and body were just too tired to be able to be rational. Instead, Goose gently picked you up in his arms and pulled you into his lap. He held you tightly, rocking you gently as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“It’ll be okay,” Goose whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “It’ll be okay.” 

— — — 

You knew you had slept way too long when you woke up with full, sore breasts. You moaned in pain as you walked down the hall toward Brie’s nursery, only to find it empty. Your heart started racing in your chest, as you raced down the steps as quickly as you could. Tears started to fill your eyes, the nightmares you had been having started to come true.

“Goose!” You gasped out, trying to keep your tears at bay. You stood in the middle of the living room, trying to catch your breath, pulling on the strands of your hair, “Nick! S-someone took Brie!” 

“What?” Goose’s eyebrows furrowed as he walked into the living room, “Sweetheart, breathe for me,” He gently took your hands from your hair, holding squeezing them gently, “What’s wrong?” 

“Someone took Brie!” You cried, “I-I’m so sorry! I tried my hardest to be a good-” 

“No, no,” Goose shook his head, “No one took her, I promise. She woke up crying and I got her so you could sleep. I didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart, she’s okay.” 

“What’s wrong with me!?” You cried and Goose pulled you into his arms. He gently pulled you to the couch, still keeping his arms around you. 

“There is not a single thing wrong with you,” He kissed your tear-stained cheek, “You’re just tired and overworked. I’m sorry I didn’t see it until now. I’m sorry I wasn’t more helpful with feedings and Bradley,” You opened your mouth to say something but Goose shook his head, “I’ve got the next week off so I can stay home and help you. Carole agreed to switch weeks to have Bradley. It’s just us, okay?” 

You nodded, sucking in a breath, “I think I need to see the doctor.” 

“That’s okay,” Goose said, kissing the crown of your head, “That’s totally, okay. I can call and make the appointment while you rest. Everything you’re going through is normal, I promise you. It’ll be okay, you’ll get through it.” 

“Just don’t leave me,” You mumbled against his chest. 

“Never in a thousand years will I leave my girls. Hate to say it sweetheart, but you’re stuck with me.”

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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!

[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.”

[theloveoftoms]

one hell of a pilot - maverick x reader

summary: after a recent breakup, your long-time friend goose suggests you join him and the others at a bar off base. maverick and you forge a meaningful connection <3

a/n: hello babes, guess who's back from her far too long hiatus, this girl! I started writing this a few weeks ago, and I finally finished it. I hope you all enjoy, I know writing it was a blast! I have my poetry final today, so wish me luck lolz. have a great day :)) - xoxo mac

wordcount: 4.3k

warnings: alcohol consumption, shitty ex-boyfriend, language ;0

Today had been a rough day. Training at Top Gun had increased to a new level of difficulty. With each new assignment and flight training demanding a new level of grit and determination to accomplish. And it certainly didn’t help that your heart was still in the process of mending from the pain caused by your most recent boyfriend, well, now I suppose, ex-boyfriend. 

The day at Top Gun was finally over, and the thought of coming home to your single-unit pleased you in the moment, but you knew damn well, that the second you got back to your apartment, the dread of it all would sink in. 

So, after a shower, and a luke-warm beer that you had forgotten to put in the refrigerator, you found yourself perched on the arm of your living room couch, fiddling with the remote that never seemed to work, but probably just needed batteries. You found some shitty action movie on tv and ate a plate of strawberries as the sound of fast cars and men with Floridan accents became a comforting lull in the background.

Your night, or at least how you had planned it, would consist of, 1) the second half of this shitty movie 2) the leftover chicken quesadilla you had waiting for you in the refrigerator and 3) the cheap thriller novel that you had found at the drugstore last week. What you didn’t anticipate happening, was the doorbell ringing promptly at nine, just after you had finished your dinner.

So, you pulled yourself up from the couch, and on the way to the door, when you passed a glimpse of your reflection in the hallway mirror, you debated grabbing a cardigan or a blanket or something to cover up your sloppy look. You were wearing a navy-branded t-shirt (courtesy of your days at the academy), and pair of biker shorts that appeared to be non-existent as they hid beneath the excess material of the mens tripple-XL shirt. But the closer you got to the door, the further that thought was in your mind, and you decided, that whoever was on the other side of the door would just have to deal with your post-work image.

“y/l/n,” Goose stated confidently, a hand resting on his hip, “you busy tonight?”

Your posture relaxed when you realized who it was; the man you practically grew up with. 

You deadpanned and gestured to yourself, “does it look like I’m busy Bradshaw?”

Goose shrugged, not entirely sure how to reply to that retort of yours.

“What do you need Goose?” You asked nonchalantly, both wanting and not-wanting to get back inside to the comforts of your sofa.

“A couple of the guys and I are going to grab drinks at the Duke and I was wondering if you wanted to tag along?”

You gestured to yourself again, “Does it look like I’m fit to go to a bar Nick?”

“It looks like you need a pair of fuckin pants,” he said jokingly, which earned a slap to his bicep.

“I know things haven’t been great for you lately y/n,” Goose said, “with Brett and all.” 

Brett. Just hearing his name brought an unwanted surge of pain through your chest. Specifically, the surge of pain that you had been trying to push away for the past couple of weeks. You didn’t cry about him anymore, in the daytime that is. But at night, when you would lie in bed beneath the darkness of the moon, missing the presence of having someone to curl into, the tears would come, and they would temporarily make an impression on your pillowcase. But as you slept it off, the tears would dry, and you would wake up the next morning feeling mostly okayish.

“And I think,” Goose said, bringing you back into reality from the facade of memories that you had been reminiscing upon within your mind just then, “if you came out with us tonight, you’d have more fun than you would here,” he said, gesturing to your townhome, “spilling a tub of ice cream all over yourself while you sit alone with the lights off.”

Way harsh Goose, you thought to yourself. But he did have a point. You hadn’t been out in forever. The last time you actually went and got drinks like a proper twenty-something-year-old was with your parents when you relocated to San Diego for your position in Top Gun. And that was just at some locally owned Mexican restaurant that happened to have a bar inside. Maybe it would be good to get back out there?

You rolled your eyes, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

So, as Goose, your childhood best friend stood in your kitchen, washing the plate you had used to eat your chicken quesadilla, you were busy in your room getting yourself ready for the evening. You dressed yourself in a lacey black tank top that looked only slightly like lingerie, but didn’t if you wore it tucked into a pair of straight-cut jeans and wore it alongside a pair of low beige heels. As you ran a comb through your wavy hair, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror.

Sure, it was a pretty typical outfit that other young women of your age wore when they went out for drinks, but it was cute. And it did provide you with the security of looking  just like every other woman. Thats exactly what you wanted to appear to be; just like every other woman. Brett had dumped you because you weren’t ready to settle down with him. You weren’t ready to move in, you weren’t ready for marriage, and you sure as hell weren’t ready for children. Brett wanted you to finish up Top Gun and then lie low for a while, putting your career aside. “Be realistic,” Brett had said, “This pilot shit can’t last forever. Maybe look at getting a different job, one thats more feminine?” 

Your career was very important to you. You had worked so hard to climb the latter that that is the United States Navy. Your career was the highlight of your life. It was everything you had ever worked towards. And you weren’t going to give that up. And as much as you hated to admit, the reason of your recent break-up, had been affecting your ego ever so slightly.

So tonight, as you admired your curves in the mirror, and put on some mascara, you told yourself that you were just like every other woman.

…

“This better be worth it,” you grumbled, shutting the door to Goose’s Bronco, scanning the beach-side dive bar with your eyes.

Off in the distance, the evening tangerine hue was beginning to creep up and onto the horizon, putting the day to sleep in preparation for the night. And alongside the dimming of the evening, the neon lights of the dive bar became more welcoming.

The Duke, the off-base bar that Goose had insisted you join him and the others at, was the kind of place that had charm, but only if you knew where to look for it. It was the kind of place with neon lights and drinks that were both cheap and good. It was the kind of place that people came to forget about the day they had just had. Thats what you wanted. And the aura of the loud music coming from the bar would sure help with that. 

“Trust me, y/n,” Goose reassured you, responding to your question, “it will be.”

You wanted to believe Goose, you really did. And the moment you saw the table of guys that you’ve began to come to know as your group of friends, the night already seemed better. 

“Look who made it!” Iceman said as you approached the table, making you feel welcome, “Its good to see you Cobra,” he said, calling you by your call sign.

You smiled and as you took a seat at one of the empty chairs, saying your ‘hellos’ to the other classmates that were here. And at the end of the table was no other than Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell – perhaps, your greatest competitor – sitting laxly with a beer in his hands and his regular leather jacket draped around his chair.

Damn he had nice arms.

“Evening Cobra,” he said to you, leaning back ever so slightly in a way that seemed to be slightly too confident.

“Maverick,” you offered as a form of pleasantry.

Slider, who was busy looking at the drink menu slapped it down on the counter, pointing to one item in particular. “Now this,” he said, his finger drawn to a platter of five tequila shots, “this is what we need to get things going.”

So, as soon as a one of the circulating waitresses happened to be walking by your table, she wrote down, and then brought over the collective order of your table, the night certainly got a whole lot more exciting.

“Alright,” Goose said, handing you your stalky shot glass of 100% pure tequila, complete with a rim of salt and an accompanying lime, “To good times,” he said nodding.

“Good times,” you repeated along with the others, before drawing the glass to your mouth, tasting the dryness of the salt right before proceeding to take the shot.

The warmth of the alcohol tricked down your throat as you swallowed, and you forgot just how strong shots could be. You weren’t sure if swallowing it as quickly as possible made the uncomfortable sensation better or worse, but as soon as the clear liquid was all emptied from your glass, you jammed the lime into your mouth and squinted your eyes shut as a way to combat the sensation. You weren’t the only one. It seemed everyone at your table, was just to realizing how strong Slider’s chosen shots were.

“Shit,” Goose groaned, setting his glass down on the table, “And you enjoy these Slider?”

Slider shrugged, grinning, “Its awful right now, but hey, come ten minutes, you’ll feel real great.”

Opening one of the beers on the table, you rolled your eyes Sliders comment, “It’ll take more than that,” you sarcastically groaned to Goose who was seated beside you.

“What was that y/n?” Iceman asked.

You shook your head, “Ah, it was nothing.”

“Do I hear you wanting to go for a round two?”

Now, a sensible you would have said no. But since it was Friday night, you wouldn’t have to get up early tomorrow for class. And its not like you had any other plans for the day besides catching up on some paperwork and going on your usual walk. So for once in your life, you threw caution to the wind and agreed, “You got it Ice.”

So, naturally, when your platter of shots arrived, you passed them out, handing each one of the guys their respective glasses with a smirk.

“Maverick,” you said charmingly – gee, thanks alcohol – and you tried to avoid the warm feeling in your chest when your slender fingers skimmed against Maverick’s as you handed him the glass.

“Three, two, one,” you counted down, giving yourself, and possibly the rest of your group, the mental preparation prior to that same burning sensation that would wreak havoc in your mouth prior to swallowing and quickly placing the lime in your mouth.

There was a collective groan from your table as the five shot glasses returned to their small cedar serving plank. 

You laughed, washing down the remaining remnants of the uncomfortable taste with the beer you had ordered. “I am not doing that again.”

So, for the next while, as the effects of the alcohol began to make itself present in your body, you sat at the table, just chatting and hanging out with your classmates, sharing stories from your lives before the navy. And while the five of you talked, you couldn’t help but stare at the opposite end of the table where Maverick was seated.

Sure, naturally, prior to this evening, you had realized that Maverick was attractive, but being in a relationship with someone didn’t really allow you to fully appreciate his beauty. With his dark hair, carelessly brushed in an effortlessly windswept way atop of his head, and his oceanic eyes, that in some lights appeared green, and in others, appeared to be almost blue.

Physically, he was gorgeous, but your past interactions with him intrigued you to what it would be like to know him. He had an ego, one that was strong and unaffected, but there was something about his drive, about his reach, about the passion he put into everything he did. You couldn’t help but wonder if one knew him intimately, if he would pursue them with the same passion and drive.

The thought cleared from your mind when his eyes met yours, making you look away, and ultimately force yourself to think of something other than the man that is Maverick.

You hadn’t noticed, but with the loss of your collective sobriety that each one of you can your friends had came in with, the music in the dive bar began to form a sound for itself. The radio collection, of rock, and pop, and some hard core groovy songs had elevated in loudness, so much so, that in a section of the bar a cluster of people had begun to dance among the cleared spot in the building.

“Do you guys see that?” Slider asked, his face drawn in a grin. 

You turned in your chair, studying the dancers with your eyes, then turning back to face the table, “What?” You asked.

“That blonde over there,” Slider said, “She’s giving me some serious fuck me eyes.”

Hearing those words come out of your classmates mouth nearly made you choke on your beer, you weren’t expecting that.

“Wanna join me Ice?” Slider asked, “She’s got friends.”

You rolled your eyes as the two of them as they both threw themselves out of their seats and leisurely sauntered over to the dance floor. 

“Anything to get laid,” Goose muttered jokingly when the two men began to sway to the beat of the music not quite beside, but very much near the two women. 

“You could probably meet someone out there Cobra,” Goose said, more directly to you.

You scanned the crowd again, “I’m not too sure if I want to,” you gestured to the men, “they all look like their mothers still pick out their clothes for them.”

Maverick snorted from his spot over across the table, “She’s got a point Nick.”

You turned to face Maverick and flashed him a grin, “see, someone gets me!”

Goose shook his head, trying to hide his smile before saying, “I’m going to go give Carol a call, I promised I’d call her tonight. You two try and stay out of trouble,” he said, lecturing the two of you like children.

Seemingly the moment Goose left the table, Maverick’s gaze met yours. You were usually fine with eye connate, but there was something about the way that Maverick’s enchanting green eyes were staring into your own that made you feel both nervous and calm at the same time. You weren’t too sure what to say, or what the two of you could talk about, so as a way of diverting the imminence of your conversation, you took another drink of your beer, which only provided a moment relief where you weren’t required to think of what to say.

“You dance?” He asked you, the comment coming out of nowhere.

You shook your head, “I can sort-of dance, but I don’t that often,” you told him unsure of why you chose to tell him that. “And you?” You asked him back.

Maverick shook his head grinning, “not really my thing either.”

And then from across the room you heard a voice of familiarity, and right away you knew who it belonged to. Brett. Your ex-boyfriend Brett. The man who broke your heart Brett. 

As much as you didn’t want to turn around, and face the man who had told you to take a step down from your career, your suspicions got the best of you, and as much as you didn’t wish to see him, there was some sort of burning panic in your chest that wouldn’t be fulfilled if you didn’t turn in your seat. 

There he was. Standing tall, with his sandy hair, and well sculpted physique, whispering tiny inaudible thoughts into the ear of a woman with bleach blonde hair. Your eyes met his, and suddenly you wanted to leave. You wanted a sinkhole to come up into the bar and swallow you whole. And the moment Brett flashed you a grin, one that said, this is my new woman, you jealous? You felt the desire, no, the need to get out of the bar. You weren’t ready to face all of this just yet.

But time doesn’t always work in your favour. And so the moment Brett walked over to your table, his arm linked tightly around the slender waist of the bleach blonde woman, you weren’t too sure what to do. 

Brett smiled in the kind of way that reminded you of what it was like to know him, before spewing out pleasantries and introducing the woman known as Crystal who was joined at his hip. “Its good to see you out y/n,” he said coyly, and in that moment, a ping of hatred found its way through your heart, how had you ever been with this man.

But instead of telling him off, as much as you wanted to, you smiled bluntly, your eyes revealing your true nature, “And its good to see you indulging in pleasures other than morning runs and cheap beer from the gas station.”

As Crystal gave you a dirty look, Maverick snorted before walking over to your end of the table and putting an arm around your chair, “I think its time for you to be on your way man,” he said to Brett. 

Brett shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “I was just coming by to say hello,” before he walked away, his hand moving down from Crystals waist circulating above her ass. Good riddance Brett!

You turned to Maverick, flashing him a gentle smile, “thanks for that Mav,” before pausing and looking to the door, “if you don’t mind, I think I just need some air.”

And without protest, you pushed yourself up from your seat, and tried to compose yourself as the night time air hit your face. You felt warm – thanks to the alcohol – but the coldness felt lovely on your skin. You felt refreshed, cleansed almost.

On the opposite side of the Duke, was the sandy beach leading up to the ocean, which now, in the dark of night, was illumined by nearby houses and buildings, and the light of the moon reflected calmly on the waters. You decided to walk onto the sand, removing your heels from your feet and letting the now-cold sand wiggle around your toes as you walked, until you found a spot within the sand to take a seat.

Gosh, the one person you didn’t want to see tonight was Brett, and surely enough, he was there. You hated that you saw him, and you hated that you weren’t quite over him yet. Naturally, things would take time, you just wanted to get through that as quick as you could.

Behind you, you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, which made you turn, your awareness of your surroundings coming into a fuller passage.

It was Maverick, waking slowly towards you through the sand. “Mind if I sit?” He asked.

You gestured to the available ground beside yourself, “by all means, be my guest.”

You didn’t really feel like you wanted company, but then again, it was Maverick, only Maverick, and you didn’t want to turn him away after he had stood up for you back there.

And as soon as Maverick sat down beside you, the warmth and familiarity of his scent filed your way through the air, a blend of sandalwood and citrus, and cedar, and near-summer nights, you found yourself relax a bit in his presence.

For a while, the two of you just sat there beneath the moonlight in one another's company, just listening to the sound of the waves upon the shore. It was peaceful.

“So that was him?” He finally asked you. 

You nodded, turning your face ever so slightly to face him, “that was Brett, the Marine.”

Maverick nodded, “Goose told me about him,” he paused, “he seems like an ass.”

You chuckled, not too sure why, “you’re right about that.”

You weren't too sure how much of your failed relationship you wanted to share with your friend. You and Maverick weren't particularly close, but the two of you obviously cared about one another.

“I just hate,” you sighed, “I hate how when I was with him, I didn’t even realize how big of a dick he could be.”

Maverick looked over to you, as if he knew you were going to say more.

“He told me to give up my career after I’m done at Top Gun,” you said, feeling a sense of relief by telling someone else about the matter, “He wanted to get married, and have kids, and he wanted me to follow him wherever he went.”

Maverick scoffed.

“And its not that I even hate that that’s what he wanted, I hate that part of me, a very, very, small part of me, considered it. And sometimes, all I can do if worry about if I made the right decision, and walked away from him, from that life for the one Ive worked so hard for.”

Maverick shook his head, and in a more quiet tone, he turned to face you, “don't ever doubt yourself like that. Ever.”

You looked away from him, feeling some warm sensation in your chest, but when Maverick resumed to speak, you had no other choice but to turn back to face the brunette. 

“You’re a pilot,” he said, “Its in your blood, its in your veins, its who you are. And you’re damn good at it. Hell, somedays I wish I was nearly as good as you. You fly with so much precision and drive and when you're up there, I only wish I could have a fraction of whatever it is that you do, because you are just so so good at it.”

You looked back to Maverick, noticing the soften in his usual expression. His moonlight eyes were on you, and only you.

“And if you ever think you would be better off with some dick like Brett, you’re wrong, because someone who loves you, shouldn’t hold you back from your potential, they should push you, they should inspire you to do better, to be better, to become better.”

For a while, the two of you just sat in silence, absorbing the pure intimacy of one another's gaze. You hadn’t realized how cold it was beginning to get because you were too busy thinking about what Maverick had just said. You didn’t realize the trail of goosebumps that had found their way across both of your arms, the cool night time air that brushed against them. But Maverick did. 

Maverick slipped his arms out of his leather jacket, and draped it around your shoulders, a peaceful expression on his face. “Here,” he said, dawning the jacket, the very one that smelt so much like him it made you relax, “Its not super warm, but its better than nothing.”

When the warmth returned to your arms, almost the minute you gathered the material around yourself, your thoughts were finally gathered back into your head. You turned to Maverick, your knee brushing up against his faintly, but just enough that you were aware of its presence, and the way in which the faint warmth radiated through the fabric of both his jeans and yours, until you became hyperaware of its presence, and gave him a soft smile. “Thank you,” you told him.

“For the jacket,” you said, pulling the leather closer to your chest, “and for what you said. No one has ever told me that before.” You paused a moment, “it means a lot.”

Maverick’s expression softened and he looked at you contently, “its the truth,” he said softly.

You leaned into him, your head now resting on his shoulder, you felt a sense of peace, a sense of relief, you felt relaxed in Maverick’s presence. And when he leant his head, gently atop of yours, you knew that what Maverick had said was genuine.

And so, like you had initially thought, when Goose suggested the idea of going to a bar, you thought you would have maybe made one or two bad decisions, maybe choosing to kiss a man with far too much tongue, or follow him home. But what had ended up amounting from the evening was far better. You made a real connection, with someone who you would later find out, would become well worth you time. 

That was the night you had met Maverick for the second time. The night when the two of you forged a connection one that even time wouldn’t be able to take away. 

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Ambrosia (Series)

[Ambrosia means "immortality" in Greek; it is derived from the Greek word ambrotos ("immortal"), which combines the prefix a- (meaning "not") with mbrotos ("mortal").]

Pairing: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader (Past), Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Author Note: This series is inspired by the movie 'The Age of Adaline'. If you want to be tagged, just let me know in the comment.

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Prologue

***

San Diego, 2019

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace walked side by side with a woman in a Navy blue gown with glitter on them. "Natasha, I think I don't belong here. All of them is Naval related. And I'm a tad overdressed" the woman told her, she glances at the hallway where the people dressed in suit and dress. Natasha rolled her eyes at her, she wear a grey cocktail dress, she then looped her arm with a woman beside her. They walked into the hall through the ballroom where the party is held.

"You are related to me. C'mon, Nana promised to me as my date to this party" She pouted and give her puppy dog eyes. The woman she called 'Nana' let out a sigh and place her hand on her cheek and caress it. "Okay darling, I'll try to acclimate myself with them" she smiled at Natasha. "Yea, you're the best Nana in the world." Natasha hugs her side and the woman caresses her back.

"And you're not overdressed, you're beautiful. I think you'll take one of the men in here, probably two and sleep with them." Natasha smiles teasingly and shrugs nonchalantly which makes her Nana let out a gasp. "Excuse me, young lady, I would never do such a thing like that"

"If I aged like you, I would sleep with every man I met. And living my life like there's no tomorrow" Phoenix daydreams. Her Nana just chuckles and they continue walking inside the ballroom.

Inside the ballroom, is filled with Navy soldiers. Natasha looked around when she spotted a man wearing a blue tuxedo and glasses on his face waving at her, she walked to his table with her Nana following her. Natasha sits beside the man and her Nana followed to sit beside her.

"Hey, Bob" Natasha hugs Bob's side and he hugs her back. Natasha then turn to another person that sat across the table.

"Hey Fanboy, Payback" She waves at them.

"Hey Phoenix"

"Hey"

They greet her back. "So, who's on your side" Fanboy jutted his head to her Nana and grinned while he check her out.

"Oh, this is my cousin, Diana Ross" Diana extend her hand to Fanboy. "Nice to meet you..," Diana lifts her eyebrows waiting for him to tell her his real name.

"Mike, but it's okay if you want to call me Fanboy" Fanboy take his hand and shakes it. Payback takes Diana's hand from Fanboy.

"Reuben or Payback, whatever you like to call me" he winks at her. Diana just give him a small and shook his hand. She then turns to Bob, Bob who's busy fixing his tie, then whipped his head when he saw someone's hand in front of him. He looked at Diana with wide eyes but Diana just smiles sweetly at him with her hand still extended to him.

Bob then took her hand "oh sorry, I'm-I'm Robert or Bob" he smiled at her.

"It's okay, Robert, I'm Diana Ross, Natasha Cousin" She turned her head to Natasha. Bob smile sheepishly at her. She retreats her hand back.

Then, unexpectedly someone sit beside Diana, he wore a black tuxedo with a bow tie and a glass of Champagne in his hand. He placed the glass on the table and turn to Diana.

"Hello, Lieutenant Jake Seresin, at your service Ma'am" he gives his hand to her. Diana lift her eyebrows to him and stared at his extended hand.

"Hangman, you're not invited in here" Phoenix interject and rolled her eyes at him. Hangman lowered his hand to the table.

"Is she with you?" he looked pass Diana to Phoenix, he looked at Diana "Are you with her sweetheart?"

Diana smile politely at him and placed her hand on her chest "I'm Diana Ross, Natasha Cousin"

"Oh you two are Cousin, couldn't believe it, a beautiful woman like you is related to her" he give her a smug smile. Natasha that heard that just rolled her eyes at him. Hangman is just being Hangman.

Diana smiled and turned her attention to Jake "Thank you for calling me beautiful, Lieutenant Seresin, but I believe every woman is beautiful because it is just desperate men that would compare them when they cannot get the women they want"

Everyone on the table looked at Diana with wide eyes, Fanboy snorted, Payback let out cheering, and Phoenix bit back a laugh.

Jack's smile faltered, he took his drink in one swig and gulp them down. He then gets up from their table and walked away. Diana smiled and shake her head. They begin to talk, but not with Diana, she didn't know what to say in their conversation because the conversation is about their latest mission. She sipped her champagne quietly and looked around the room. When her eyes wandered around, she meet with pair of green eyes that looked at her across her table, but when she looked, the owner turn his attention back to his plate.

He wears a black tuxedo with a bowtie, she saw him sit with men more older and in a higher position than him, he was probably one of their relatives. Diana turned back to her table and hide a smile.

After a while just to hear their conversation, she got up and took all of the attention at the table and make their conversation stop immediately.

"Where are you going?" Natasha asked when she was already in a standing position. Diana smiled and placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Outside, I just wanna take some air," She told her. Natasha frowned but nodded "Okay, just don't go too far". Diana nodded and walked outside the Ballroom.

***

Diana stood on the balcony of the hotel, watching the night of San Diego with waves hitting the shore as the sound of it. She stares at the night sky, lost in thoughts until someone interrupted her.

"Are you alone? Did you need company?" A man with blonde hair stood outside the door to Balcony. She looked at him and smile politely. "No, Thankyou, I just want to be with myself" Diana turned back again to watch the dark beach.

"I can give you company" Diana takes a step back when the man begins to walk toward her. But a voice interrupted him.

"The lady said, she doesn't want company. So you better get the fuck away from here" The man that she saw inside the ballroom walked toward the man with threatening looks. The man looked at him with wide eyes, terrified, and run away from them.

Diana now saw how she looked clearly, dark blond hair that almost brown, his moustache that adorns his face matching his hair colour, tanned skin, and kissable lips. She was stunned when she saw his features, but his voice snapped her out. "There you go, Ma'am. The floor is yours"

"Thank you" the man shove his hands in his suit pants and walked backwards. He nodded and give her a side smile."No problem, Ma'am" He turned around and leave her alone on the balcony. Diana shakes her head and turns again to watch the sky.

***

Diana step inside the lift and stood in it. She told Natasha she want to leave early because she have a headache that bother her. Natasha want to leave with her but she reassured her that she would be fine alone. Besides, she didn't want to interrupt her reunion with her squad, she decided to come in here because she just can't say no to her granddaughter.

A voice called out before the lift door closed. "Hold the lift!" Diana push the button to make the lift door open again. A man that helped her before stepping inside the lift. Diana steps aside to make a room for the man.

"Thank you" he smiled at her, Diana smiled back at him and they ride the lift in silence.

"I'm Bradley by the way." The man turned to her, but Diana didn't reply. "I saw you with Phoenix and the other back there" Bradley continued.

Diana turned to him "Yeah, she wants me to be her plus one" she smiled politely.

"Are you two..?" He lift her eyebrows and waited for her answer. Diana smiled sweetly. "No, I'm her cousin. Diana Ross" she placed her hand on her chest.

"Diana Ross? Like The Supremes personil" Bradley chuckled. Diana turned to him again and lift her eyebrows, surprised. "You know The Supremes?"

"Baby love, my baby love,

Why must we separate, my love,

All of my whole life through,

I never loved no one but you,

Why you do me like you do?

I get this need.

Ooh, ooh, need to hold you,

Once again, my love,

Feel your warm embrace, my love" he sing Baby Love by The Supremes in high pitched voice. Diana laughed impressed by his imitation of Diana Ross's part in the song.

"Wow, who hurt you.?" She chuckles. Bradley let out a chuckle "Nah, I just like to hear their song. I have their vinyl back home" he shrugs.

Diana nodded and turn her head back staring at the closed lift door " It's not common for people of your generation to recognise Diana Ross as The Supremes. They just know her as a singer Diana Ross"

"Your generation?" Bradley turned to her, but Diana refused to answer and looked uncomfortable. Bradley decided not to interject her any further. He clears his throat and shoves his hands in his Suit pants pocket. "That's why they name you Diana Ross because you like to hear her, huh?" The lift door opened and Diana looked at the floor number.

Diana turned to him and smiled politely "You could say that, Excuse me, Lieutenant" she walked past him. Bradley inhaled deeply at her scent. Lost in her scent he didn't aware that she already walked outside of the hotel.

Bradley that snap when he hear the lift door begin to closed, runs to catch her. When he's outside, she was already inside the cab. When the cab begins to drive away, he jumps in front of them and makes the driver hit the break abruptly.

"C'mon man, if you want to do suicide, please not with my car, will ya?" The driver shouts out to him inside the car. But Bradley just gestures his hand to tell him to wait a second. Bradley walked to the back seat where Diana shake her head at his actions. Bradley knock at her window and Diana lowered it.

Bradley breathing heavily, and his hair is damp with sweat. He lowered to her eye level and smile at her. " can I-can I ask for your number?" He asked breathlessly. Diana shake her head and smiled politely at him.

"Good Bye Lieutenant, Thank you once again. Please drive, sir" Diana raised her window closed and her cab begin to drive away leaving him alone on the sidewalk.

Bradley smiles and shakes his head. He wouldn't give up, he definitely will have her number.

****

Annapolis, Maryland, 1979.

Nick Bradshaw and Pete Mitchell wandered around the sidewalk. They dressed casually. Nick followed Pete lazily. "Pete, we're gonna get expelled if they know we're outside at this time" Nick looked over his shoulder, scared someone gonna follow them. They just got accepted to Naval Academy a month ago, and now his roommate wants to take him outside, he says he wants to buy a shoe that he saw on his way to the Academy on the first day.

But Nick knows, he just one to meet a girl he never shut up about this week that he met during their morning run in the neighbourhood. "Relax, Nick. If you go out with me, no one gonna know, and we're gonna be fine" Pete tries to put his hand on Nick's shoulder but since Nick is taller than him, he just pats his shoulder.

"Huft.." Nick let out a sigh and he walked side by side with Pete. When they walked near an alley, they heard a woman screaming. "Help me!!"

They stared at each other and run to the voice when they arrive outside of the alley, they saw a woman pinned by a man on the wall.

"Hey!" They screamed and the mugger run away scared of their voice. They run to the woman.

"Thank you." (Y/N) try to stand up properly but the mugger sprained her ankle in the process.

"Are you okay?" Nick looked at her concern, when (Y/N) saw his eyes, she got sucked in them. She has never seen a beautiful eye like him.

"Hey, your head is bleeding" Her friend's voice startled her. He pointed to her forehead. (Y/N) lift her hand to her forehead and saw there's a lot blood in her hand.

"It's fine" (Y/N) waves her hand to him and tries not to wince but it is still out of her mouth when she tries to stand up properly.

"No, It's a deep cut. I think you need stitches" Nick told her softly.

"We should take you to the hospital" Pete try to touch her shoulder but she back away. "No, not hospital" she shakes her head but it just makes the blood pour more and her head feels dizzy now. The blood begin to trailed down to her cheek.

"Why? You're freaking bleeding. You'll lose blood" Pete exclaimed. But his voice just scared her. She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Hey, if you don't get stitches, you'll lose a lot of blood. And you're gonna pass out" Nick tries to tell her in a calm voice, but his voice came out pleading.

"I'll be fine, you can take me to the Clinic on the corner, I work as a nurse there" She jutted her chin. Nick nodded and back away to give her room. She wipe the blood that got on her chin.

"Okay, can you walk?" He asked with concern. (Y/N) then try to stand up properly again but she gives her sprained ankle a pressure that makes her winces. "Aw shit!"

"You can hop onto my back" Nick then turns back and kneel in front of her. He pointed to his back.

"No, I'm gonna stain your shirt" (Y/N) declined and decide to stand up again but it just get worse.

"It's good then. It is better than I have to watch you die bleeding in this alley alone, helpless" Nick looked over his shoulder and shrugged.

Pete folded his arms on his chest and rolled his eyes at them. "She definitely gonna die if you guys keep talking and eye fucking each other"

They break their staring and (Y/N) looked down to hide her blushing. Pete then helped her to hop onto Nick's back. She circles her arms on Nick's neck and carefully presses her chin on her shoulder. Nick placed his arms under her knees and they begin to walk out of the Alley.

****

Pete waited in the hall in the Clinic while Nick brought her to the room that she pointed before. A middle-aged nurse that sat behind the desk looked at them with wide eyes, she adjust her glasses and follow them to the blue clinic bed.

Nick placed (Y/N) carefully and kneel to help her to remove her flat shoes.

"My god, (Y/N) what happened?" Donna, her co-worker stared at her with wide eyes, she places her hand on her mouth.

"She almost got mugged" Nick stood up and stared at the woman. He then sits beside (Y/N)

"Oh my god, are you okay sweetie? Oh god," Donna placed both hands on (Y/N) biceps and examined her.

"Did she look, okay? Her forehead is bleeding and she needs stitches, immediately. Maybe you can start worrying after you stitch her" Nick didn't want to be rude, but (Y/N) is in a lot of pain at this moment. She needs to be stitched as soon as possible.

Donna stared at him with wide eyes, shocked, but nodded "Okay" she then walked away to get her cart.

"Thank you" Nick smiled sweetly at her. He then looked at (Y/N) that bit her lip to bite back the smile.

Donna then backs with a cart. Donna take the gauze and alcohol to clean her blood. When they clean, Donna takes out a needle and yarn to stitch her.

"It's gonna hurt, Sweetie, because we run out of the anaesthetic" (Y/N) nodded, she know because this Clinic rarely got patients that need stitches. The last time someone needs stitches is two years ago and it was Donna's husband that hit his head with their kitchen cupboard.

"Here, hold my hand" Nick place his hand on (Y/N) lap, and she looked at him with wide eyes, Nick nodded at his hand and (Y/N) laced her fingers with his. Donna starts to stitch her up and every time the needle through her skin she'll wince and squeeze Nick's hand hard. She released his hand when Donna was done with her stitches.

"There, you're patched up again." Donna closed her stitches with gauze. Donna tidies up her cart.

"Thank you, Donna." (Y/N) placed her hand on Donna's arms and squeeze it a bit. Donna smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Donna" Nick smiled at her but Donna smiled flattered when she looked at him. Donna looked away from him and walked with her cart leaving them.

Nick frowned and let out a sigh. (Y/N) chuckle "You don't have to be mean to her, she just worried about me"

"She can worry after this" Nick shrugged and move his legs back and forth that hanging on the bed.

"Thank you by the way" (Y/N) turned to Nick.

"You're welcome. Nick Bradshaw" Nick gives his hand to her.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" She take his hand and smiled and looked at him.

(Y/N) didn't realise that this was a mistake that'll cost her in the future.

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Me, jealous? - Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x Reader

*GIF IS NOT MINE*

Prompt: "I genuinely don't know why my brain just goes blank when I look at them."

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Pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x GN!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Jealous, bad writing, happy ending, Mav being a good friend

Word count: 1.198 words

During the training today Y/N noticed that Goose was a bit more off than usual, so they went to check if everything as all right with the blond guy, as they approached the bathroom, they heard him talking with Maverick: 

“Hey, can you forgive me for what I said yesterday?” He said with a look of love and tenderness to his best friend 

“Goose, you’re like a brother to me, of course I forgive you” This made Y/N confused and made them think about the night before. 

On the night before... 

Maverick and Goose entered the bar, filled with gorgeous men and women, but Goose only had eyes for Y/N while they seemed to be very interested in the drink in front of them, but as soon as Goose’s eyes left their form, their eyes instantly fell on him, that called Pete’s attention, despite looking like he wasn’t paying attention, he definitely was and he could see that these two loved each other, so he thought to give them a little push and went to talk to Y/N. 

“Hey there.” Wasn’t a good opening line, since this made them give him a sideways glance, looking him up and down they replied with a simple “Hello” and so the conversation continued for a little while, until a very much jealous Nick came up to them, grabbed Mav by the back of his bomber jacket and dragged him outside. 

“Really dude? You know how I feel about them and then you go and flirt with them in front of me? I thought you were better than that man” said Goose clearly upset with Pete leaving him alone in the parking lot, Pete had a teasing grin on his face, but he removed it quickly when he saw Y/N coming outside probably to ask him what had happened. 

“Hey Mav, is everything ok? The way that Goose pulled you outside was a bit aggressive.” They asked worried about Goose, “Oh don’t worry about it, I’m fine, but I do need to talk to you about something, so can I walk you back to your dorm?” They were curious about what he wanted to ask so they agreed. 

On the way back, Pete made small talk so he wouldn’t look suspicious, but he did, he had made her even more curious than they already were, so they went straight to the point “So Mav, what did you want to ask? There’s no need to beat around the bush here, we are both grown adults.” He sighed knowing that he had been caught red handed. 

“Okay, I wanted to ask, do you like Goose?” That caught them off guard, since they thought they had been discreet about liking him, not looking for more than 5 seconds (maybe this one’s a lie), trying not to get distracted by his cologne, but they had got caught, so why lie? 

“I do, but please don’t tell him, I want to be one to tell him.” They asked, so Pete explained that he just wanted to know because he had a plan to get them together, but he didn’t say what the plan was. 

Back to the present... 

Looking back now, they still didn’t know what had happened outside the bar that night, but they had to leave quickly, despite not knowing the plan, Mav told them not to be near when it happened. Back inside the bathroom, Mav was telling a little white lie to his friend. 

“Yeah, well now that we are okay, I want you to hear this from me, me and Y/N are going on a date tonight” The moment he said the bathroom fell silent, you could even count the dops of water that fell from the sink next to Nick, if you counted you would have gotten to 5 before Nick went for Pete’s neck, when he managed to do so he threw him against the wall, calling the attention of Y/N who was a couple of feet away from the bathroom and they came in just in time to see Goose punching Mav’s nose. 

“Jesus Goose, you definitely can throw a punch” Pete said laughing like he just heard the best joke ever, meanwhile Y/N was standing there confused, Goose who was still mad that his best buddy asked out the person of his dreams out, didn’t realize that that person was standing right there next to him. “Dude how could you? You know how I feel about them, you that I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at them. That sometimes I think I’m going crazy about it, that I can’t take my eyes off them ever, that they are literally the missing piece to mend my broken life, that they are everything I could ever ask for.” He said with tears in his eyes.  

This speech made Y/N gasp and reveal herself to the blond male, so Goose turned back and saw the person of his dreams right there and they had just seen him punch their date, “They probably hate me now” he thought looking down in shame. 

“Well, that clears things up, so that’s why you pulled Mav so aggressively out from the bar last night? You were jealous.” They said as they put their hands on his checks to make him look straight in their eyes while letting out a small laugh. “I don’t get jealous, specially of Mav” he said in disbelief, when their eyes locked there was a shudder that went through them, like a zing that made them realize something that words can’t describe, and as they were getting closer and closer something interrupted them.  

“Hey, so I don’t deserve thanks? I was the one that got you two together” Mav said with his still bloody nose now swelling, “So that was your plan genius? Getting punched? But either way, thanks you saved us a lot of lost time, and time with someone we love is all we can ask” Y/N said putting their head on Nick’s heart listening to it beat.  

After leaving Maverick in the medical bay, the couple went for a small walk to talk about their feelings and to sort everything out. 

“So, you’ve liked me since the first day? Wow and I thought I was in love” Nick said teasing them, making them laugh was all he ever wanted and know he can to that daily. “Well, you have a charm sir, might I say that your moustache is what appealed to me in? It has its charm and if you knew that and was using it against me good job, you got me in the end.” They said with a satisfied smile on their face, everything seemed to be falling on the right places, so to seal the deal of their new relationship they kissed under the sunset, with the warm sand under their feet, that sealed them as the power couple in Top Gun, everyone was secretly rooting for them to end up together, some even made bets to see who give the first step, but no one guessed that would be Maverick’s idea that would get them together. 

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Y/n putting on their dad's Hawaii shirt since it's their week to wear it.

Bradley: hey Y/n have you seen dad's....... aww come on I was going to wear that

Y/n : but it's my week to wear dad's Hawaii shirt