#nick bradshaw imagines
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Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Wife!Reader
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A/N: Hey! Sorry I've been gone for a while! I looooved this request I got so I'm proud to say that I have expanded my Top Gun fics to Goose as well as Rooster! Enjoy anon!
Request: howdy please may i request a goose x reader fanfic (BECAUSE THERE ARE ZILCH ANYWHERE AND IM STILL SAD) where the reader gets hurt and goose tries to comfort her? (maybe some kisses if you see fit - i trust you to do as you like :))
Summary: (Y/n) gets into a car accident while Nick is at work, which leads to a very scared and concerned Goose.
Warnings: mentions of injuries/death
(Y/n) awoke to the smell of bacon floating in the air. With a soft sigh, she smiled to herself, knowing that her husband was in the kitchen with her pink apron tied around his waist, probably humming “Great Balls of Fire” under his breath.
She silently got out of bed and made her way down the hallway towards the kitchen, feet padding softly against the hardwood floors. Peering around the corner into the kitchen, her suspicions were confirmed. Nick was in front of the stove, cooking breakfast while wearing her pink apron, swaying back and forth as he hummed quietly. The only thing she got wrong was the song he was singing. It turned out to be “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling,” one of his and Mav’s favorites.
(Y/n) decided to watch her husband in his own little world, asking herself what she did to deserve such a wonderful man. After a few seconds, she made her way over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her head on his shoulder, joining him in singing.
“You’ve lost that loving feeling,
Now it’s gone, gone, gone,
Woah-oah”
He put the spatula down and turned to face her, gently cupping her cheeks with a grin. Goose leaned down and wrapped her in his arms. To (y/n), it felt like a warm blanket of safety and adoration was wrapped around her.
“Good morning, Mrs. Bradshaw.” He whispered, kissing her forehead.
“Good morning, Goose,” (y/n) replied. “So, what do you have for me this morning?”
Letting go with one arm, he held her waist with the other as he gestured to their kitchen table. On it sat pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast.
He led her over to it, pulling out the chair for her to sit in. “Only the best for you, honey.”
Sitting down, she began to fill her plate with the delicious foods that Nick had made. Once her plate was full, she looked up to see him already staring at her.
“What?” She asked, a small smile on her face.
Goose shook his head softly with a grin of his own. “I love you more than anything, sweetheart.”
Her smile grew at the comment as she felt her cheeks heat up. Even after three years of marriage, Nick still made her feel like a teenager in love. They stayed like that for a little while, just eating their breakfast in comfortable silence, until he glanced down at his watch, cursing under his breath. Quickly getting up, he grabbed his keys off the counter and ran over to (y/n), kissing her on the cheek before walking towards the door.
“See you later, baby!” She called over her shoulder at him.
Goose shot her his signature smile as he put on his aviators. “Bye, honey. I love you.”
“I love you, too, stud! Be careful!”
With a nod, he closed the door and went to work. Stuffing the last pancake into her mouth, (y/n) got an idea: she was going to visit Nick on base during his lunch break.
“Alright Mav, Let’s turn and burn, brother,” Goose announced through the comms.
“I feel the need,” Mav paused. “The need for speed!”
With that, the pair’s training mission started. They tried to take down a decoy mig-38 but had trouble getting a lock on the smaller aircraft. Try after try, the more agile plane locked onto them before they could lock on it. Goose’s frustrated voice came through the comms the third time they were toned.
“Come on, Mav! Do some pilot sh-”
He was interrupted by Viper. “Maverick, Goose, return to base immediately.”
Nick threw his head back against the seat. “Sir, we can do this. We just need one more try. Jus-”
“Bradshaw, it’s (y/n). She’s been in an accident.”
The breath was stolen from his lungs as the world around him stilled, and his stomach dropped.
He swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat, speaking breathlessly. “Accident? What accident? Is she okay?”
He didn’t even realize Mav had turned around, speeding towards the base and towards (y/n) as he waited for a reply.
“Car accident. We don’t know anything more than she’s in the hospital.”
Nick couldn’t bring himself to speak, not trusting his voice, so Mav responded for him. “Roger that, Viper. We’re on our way back to base.”
“Hey, Goose,” he continued. “She’s gonna be okay. Hang in there, man.”
The whole flight back to base was a blur. The second they landed, Nick jumped out of the plane and started sprinting towards his locker, needing his keys. Right as he entered the hangar, Viper called out to him. Whipping around quickly, Goose barely registered the car keys being thrown at him.
“It’s on the front row. Let us know when you hear something.” Viper said, nodding his head towards the parking lot.
By the time Nick got to the car, Maverick was right behind him, insisting that he drove. Pete knew Goose long enough to know when he was out of it, and this was one of those times.
As they sped towards the hospital, he said a small prayer, promising he would do anything just for her to be okay. Pete pulled up to the hospital entrance and, Nick got out, running to the desk, frantically asking for help.
“My wife was brought in. (Y/n) Bradshaw. She was in a-”
“Car accident, right?” A nurse asked, getting up.
Nodding, he swallowed the lump in his throat.
She started walking down the hall. “She’s just up here.”
When they arrived at her room, he opened the door slowly, gasping slightly at the sight in front of him. Cuts and bruises littered (y/n)’s face, and her wrist was in a brace as she lay asleep on the bed. Her knee was also in a brace and was elevated on some pillows. Nick’s vision blurred as he sat beside her bedside, cradling her uninjured hand in his own.
“What happened?” He asked quietly, voice breaking.
The nurse sighed sadly. “Some idiot ran through a stop sign and t-boned her on the driver's side. She’s got a concussion and a severely sprained left wrist and knee.” She paused. “She’s lucky. Really lucky.”
At the nurse’s confession, all the emotion Goose had been holding back finally broke through. A sob escaped him as he pulled her hand up to his lips. “Will she be okay?”
“(Y/n)’s expected to make a full recovery. She’s just sleeping right now.”
He sighed, thanking the nurse before turning his attention back to his wife. Leaning over the bed, he kissed her lips softly, careful not to irritate her cut-up face. Even laying in a hospital bed, he thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
A few minutes later, Mav entered the room, eyes widening at the bruises and cuts that covered her face, just like Goose had minutes prior.
Nick looked over his shoulder at the man with a teary smile. “She’s okay, Mav. She’s okay.”
Breathing a shuddering breath, Pete crossed the room and pulled Goose into a hug. “What did the doctor say?”
“Some guy ran a stop sign and smashed into her driver's side. She’s got some cuts and bruises with a concussion and a sprained wrist.”
“How long until she wakes up?” He asked, taking a seat next to Nick.
“However long she needs. The nurse said she’s just resting…thanks for everything, Mav. Really. Thank you.”
Later that night, after Mav had left, Goose was slouched asleep in his bedside chair when he felt (y/n)’s hand squeeze his. Shooting up, tears once again filled his eyes at the sight of his wife’s smiling face. Scooting closer, he cupped her cheek as he connected their lips softly.
“Hey, honey. How’re you feeling?” He asked quietly, kissing her hand and smoothing her hair back off her forehead.
(Y/n) sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. “Terrible.”
“Do you remember what happened?”
“I remember being on my way to the base and then…” she trailed off, pausing to think. “I remember a car coming towards me and then…nothing.”
Nick’s heart dropped, and he lowered his head at the realization she was coming to see him. (Y/n) knew what he was doing. He was finding a way to somehow blame himself for her accident.
“No. You’re not doing this. This is not your fault.”
The pilot continued to stare at his lap. “But you were coming to see me.”
“You didn’t even know about it, baby,” she cooed, cupping his cheek with her good hand. “It’s nobody’s fault except the guy who hit me.”
When he didn’t move from his position, she gently brought his face up to look at her. Her heart broke at his red and puffy eyes with tears leaking from them.
The second he let out a sob, (y/n) pulled him into her arms, cradling his head against her chest. Shortly after, she began to cry, knowing just how close she was to not coming home.
The couple stayed in each other’s arms for a while, just thankful they could be together after the eventful day.
Goose pulled back first with a broken sigh. “I love you so much, baby. I-I thought the worst when they told me. I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, leaning in, stopping just before their lips touched. “Can you make me breakfast in bed tomorrow?”
A smile made its way onto his face as he pressed their lips together, running his hand over her cheek.
Pulling away, he rested his forehead against hers, careful of her injuries. “Whatever you want, Mrs. Bradshaw.”
She looked around the room with furrowed brows and whispered. “Hey, Goose, you big stud.”
“That’s me,” he replied, chuckling under his breath.
(Y/n) grabbed his collar and looked him straight in the eyes. “Get me out of this bed or lose me forever.”
“Show me the way home, honey.”
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Don’t Fear the Beast or Inanimate Talking Objects
Pairing: Beast!Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Belle!Reader
Characters: Beast!Nick “Goose” Bradshaw. Belle!Reader, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky (brother), Rick “Hollywood” Neven (brother), Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood (sister), Penny Benjamin (Sister), Mike Viper” Metcalf (Dad), Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Lumiere), Marcus “Sundown” Williams (Cogsworth), Sam “Merlin” Wells (The enchantress), Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) (Coatrack), Peppermint (the horse [a true icon]) Adam, Gaston, Le Fou, Carole Bradshaw (briefly mentioned), Sydney (Belle’s mother) (briefly mentioned)
Warnings: Angst, fluff, mix of two versions of this movie, I have no regrets, sad times, mentions of death, Bradley adopting reader as his mother, Hollywood and Iceman are big brothers, Charlie and Penny are big sisters, chaotic family energy, this has consumed my thoughts for this entire week, Nick being depressed over losing his lovey Carole, the castle has terrible weather, this took a minute for me to write
Word Count: 13,897
Top Gun: Disney AU
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You had a feeling something was wrong all day, your stomach constantly in knots your anxiety causing your heart rate to skyrocket.
It was unusual for your papa, Mike, to not return the day he is supposed to. And if he knows he won’t, he sends word, so you and your siblings won’t worry… especially with the story of the lonely beast who roams the abandoned castle somewhere in the woods.
The story has always been your brothers’ favorite and the very reason they continue to join the hunting parties the people in town have been because they “want to protect the family.”
And there’s no way Mike would ever return during the night since his eyesight isn’t the same as it used to be (no matter how much he tries to deny it).
Another thing he would never do is let your most prized possession, your family horse, Peppermint, loose.
Your siblings know never to let anything happen to her; she was the last thing ever given to any of you by your mother, even if your family say she’s yours.
You can’t reminisce long as the sound of her neighs gets you to push yourself off your knees and quickly exit your small vegetable garden.
You’re quick to grab her reins and slowly place your hand on her head in the space between where her eyes meet (her favorite spot to be pet and the only place that can calm her down). You gently shush her, never removing your hand. “It’s all right, Peppermint. You’re safe now.”
You swear she understands you because it looks like she shakes her head, deep breaths huffing out of her nose as if she disagrees. “Where is papa?”
She takes a gentle step forward, trying to burrow her head into your hand. “Oh, no.”
The sound of your name diverts your attention away from your beloved horse.
“Rick.”
He closes the front door behind him. “What happened? Where is father?”
“I- I,” you struggle to respond, not having an answer yourself. “I don’t know.”
“What are we going to do?”
You take a deep breath. “I don’t know but I will find out, okay?”
“What do you mean? What does that mean, Belle?”
You purse your lips at the nickname your family hasn’t used since you were a child. You grab his arms, looking him in the eye. “I will be back. But, if I’m not. I need you to-”
“I’m not going to think of that because it’s not going to happen. I know you and I know you will bring our father home... just give me-”
You shake your head, “no. You are not coming.”
“I am your brother-”
“You are the youngest-”
“I’m older than you.”
You click your tongue, “still the youngest, but I will return. I promise. I just,” you glance over at the garden. “I need to find someone to tend the garden.”
“The garden.” His eyes widen as he thinks about what you’ve said. “The garden!?”
You nod, “yes, the garden. Don’t- I’ll be back.” You run to town knowing who you need to talk to will be there.
-
You stop, taking a deep breath before entering the town; you look around to see if anyone (who could tolerate you was nearby), you’re in luck. “Oh! Oh! Yes!”
You run over to Sam, typically known Merlin by those who don’t like him.
“Sam! Sam, dear!” You take a deep breath as you run to him. “Sa- am.”
He smiles upon your arrival until he sees your hunched over, out of breath position. “Deep breaths. In… and out. Again.”
“I know how to breathe but,” you take a deep breath, “thank you nonetheless.”
“Of course.”
“Now, the reason I rushed over is to ask you for a small favor?”
“And what favor is it this time?” He asks, with a raised brow.
You tend to ask him favors a lot, most of which consist of borrowing sugar or if he could help you find a screw so your papa can fix your clock, the one gifted to you by your mama before she passed since your siblings never want to help you with these things.
You shake your head. “I need you to watch over the garden… papa has not returned, and I fear for his safety. You know of the stories.”
“Which stories? Everyone in town is fearful of the woods for many reasons,” he points out, but the expression on his face doesn’t match his words which you ignore due to your worry of your papa’s safety.
“You know,” you lean forward as if you’re sharing a secret. “The stories of the beast.” You forgo the unnecessary details of the abandoned castle seeing as he was the one who told you about it, even though hardly anyone knew this minor detail... something you don’t find to be weird.
“You think he has wandered into the castle?”
You sigh. “I would most certainly hope not but he had asked me if I wanted anything when he decided to come back from his trip. Of course, I told him no seeing as he had too many items to get from the lists my sisters left, but he wouldn’t accept that answer. I fear he had stopped somewhere dangerous to get me such the thing I asked for, when he knew we could go on a trip to the nearby town and get it there. Oh.”
The man shushes you. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll turn up before you can even exit the town line.”
You squeal, hugging him. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Sam. I will not forget this. The youngest of my brothers will be home but you know how none of them appreciate the love of the garden.”
He nods, “I do. Now, go home and pack a bag.” He pulls the blanket off his basket and hands you a few rolls he bought from the baker earlier along with a medical herb mix he makes for anyone who gets injured.
You shake your head, “oh, I couldn’t.”
“You can and you will. It will help you on your journey.”
“Okay. Thank you again, Sam.”
He smiles.
You run back to your home, grabbing your coat and bag with necessary items for any scenario you could think of on the spot; the book that you never take out lays at the bottom followed by some medical wrap, ointment, Sam’s “magical” herb mix as well as the rolls and a small handful of food suitable for humans and animals.
You want to pack more but there’s hardly any room for other things. “These are necessary items,” you tell yourself. “That’s all I can bring with me. It's okay. You’re okay,” you tighten the grip on the strap of your bag. “He’s okay.”
After getting Peppermint ready and grabbing the spare key for Sam, you return to where you last saw him.
-
Rick stands in the doorway. “I don’t like the thought of you leaving on your own.”
You nod, “yes well. If I don’t do it, we may not have a father anymore. Now move, Rick.”
He doesn’t.
“I said move.”
He gives in and takes a step back. “At least let me come with you.”
“No,” you shake your head. “I need you to stay here. Tom is working out of town so that he can have enough money to leave home while Charlotte and Penelope are out trying to find new fabric so that they can have new dresses made for them. One of us must be here.”
A heavy sigh slips past his lips. “Fine but, I’m not happy about this.”
“I know,” you smile before pulling him in for a hug. “I will be back before you know it.” You prepare Peppermint for the journey and take off back to your dearest (and only friend).
-
He turns to the sound of Peppermint’s hooves clopping against the dirt floor.
You reach into your bag for the key, holding it out for him to take. “I’ll be leaving now. If papa and I do not return before tomorrow…” You gulp.
He nods, pocketing the key before patting your shoulder in a comforting manner. “I will make sure you both return, if that is the case, you have my word.”
You resist the urge to smile, knowing full well that he and Rick would be the first ones to lead your search party. “I know I’ve said this before but... thank you.”
And you’re off.
You hoist yourself up on Peppermint's saddle and crack the reins, putting your faith into her to guide you to your papa’s last location.
-
She slows down once the two of you reach the blocked entrance of the forest where the beast has been rumored to reside.
“Is this where you came from?” You ask out loud, voice low, close to a whisper. “How did you two get in?”
As soon as those words are said, the splintered branches and thorny vines begin to retract themselves, creating a walkway for you to ride through.
Peppermint takes a step back; your hand instantly reaches her “special spot.”
“We’ve got this.” You pat her head before clutching the reins, “we can do this.”
There’s no turning back now, it’s now or never and you have your mother’s genes.
You crack the reins once more and run through, glancing over your shoulder to see the entrance return to its original state. You shake your head; you can’t focus on that and return your focus onto your current mission.
The wind continues to get harsher and colder; you lower your head to protect yourself, putting your full trust into your precious horse.
She slows her pace, but you can’t bring yourself to raise your head until she comes to a full stop.
It's even worse than you realized, the castle from all the stories is… beautiful.
The gray clouds that disturb the clear skies near the village and the fog on the lower levels may be enough for other people to turn around and leave but not you.
It fills you with a sense of nostalgia, reminding you of your older sister during childhood when Charlotte asked to hear a short story about your mother.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell you kids a lot, but he went into more detail about your mother’s hobby, painting and how her work wasn’t for everyone.
Later that night, your papa would tell you how he always admires you for finding the beauty in dark and twisted things because he couldn’t always do that himself which is why your mama’s paintings are covered and collecting dust.
It’s obvious how much it still pains him to talk about her.
You were about the age of ten when you found out what happened to her and your oldest brother, Tom, was the one to tell you. You don’t think it’s a moment you’ll ever forget and only because you found out the truth.
-
He tucks you in while your papa was working downstairs.
“What happened to her?”
“To whom?”
You ignore his gaze. “To mama.”
“Oh.” He doesn’t respond for a few minutes. “Do you remember when I told you of the plague that started to invade our first home?”
You nod. “As much as she tried and prevented us from getting it, she wound up getting the plague herself.”
“She did?”
He nods. “But she was never alone even in the end, she was still surrounded by those she loved... now it’s time for bed.”
-
You realized that night how much your father has truly done for you and your family even as he was dealing with heartache; he had whisked you all away from your first home to make you all stay healthy and safe.
And, after twenty-two years, he still loves her even as his life has changed and become darker; you still do your best to cheer him up, even if it’s only temporary... Which is why you can’t give up.
She stops a few feet away from the front steps of the castle.
You dismount from Peppermint and slowly walk towards the building, wary of where you step because of the icy grass and cracks in the ground. You hope your papa didn’t fall; you swear you hear the ground cracking as you hopped off her.
Her neighs pull you out of your thoughts, Peppermint nods towards the side of the building. You turn and walk in that direction only to find a few fallen petals, putting you on high alert.
You follow the trail and find a rose smashed into the ground due to large animal like footprint. You hold the dead rose in your hands. “Oh no.” Your head snaps up after a shingle falls, cracking on the ground, your eyes shift towards one of the many roofs to find a shadow staring.
A gasp escapes you; you push yourself up and move away from the area. Glass crunches under your foot, breaking into a million little pieces; you to look down.
You bend down, wiping away the small pile of snow (which is only on this side of the castle) that covers the item and find your father’s pocket watch. You quickly put it in your pocket before looking up, finding nothing there. “It must have been my imagination.”
You tighten your grip on your beloved Peppermint’s reins and walk back around towards the, now, open entrance of the castle. “I’ll be right back.”
Her defiant neighs and stomping of her hoof stop you.
You pet her, assuring the horse that you’ll be fine and won’t be long. You furrow your brows at the sight of the slightly ajar door, but your sense of worry overtakes your common sense. Your fingertips barely brush against the creaky door as it opens further. You take careful steps inside, not wanting to fall with the poor lighting hiding the dark floor.
The door slams shut, you jump and turn at the echoing boom!
You take a second to think about what just happened. “Don’t worry. You’re inside, you’re safe.” Your mantra doesn’t ease your anxiety or heart as you continue through the castle.
A faint echoing thump piques your interest.
‘Papa?’ You run up the stairs, searching for the noise and eventually you find yourself in a dungeon.
The thumping becomes louder and clearer than it had been before the closer you get to the staircase; you rush down the spiraling staircase, keeping one hand on the wall so you don’t fall. You pause when you notice how narrow and long the walkway is.
Even with how dark it is, you can still see the cracks wherever you step, concerning you for yours and your papa’s safety.
You carefully step forward, slow enough to apply a little pressure needing to see if it's safe enough for you to walk and once you do, you grab the source of light to your right off the shelf and continue.
The gasp escapes you before you can stop it. “Papa!”
He looks so defeated and scared.
Mike calls out your name, his hands wrapping around the cell door bars, keeping him steady. “You must leave. The- the stories-”
Your eyes bounce around all over, in search of something. “Where is the key?”
“You have to leave before he finds you.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not going to leave you here to suffer. You’re needed back home, and I will make sure that happens.”
He’s shocked. “But- but you have to.”
You shake your head, “I can’t. I will not lose another one of my parents. You have much more to teach the others, things I cannot.”
He softly says your name.
You don’t respond and ignore him until he says your nickname. “Belle. Belle. Stop.” He grabs your hand, holding it tight to get you to stop.
You stare at him with sad, tearful eyes and he only smiles in return. “It’s okay.” You lower your head.
A heavy thud against the last step gets you to flinch and snap your head over in that direction.
‘The shadow from outside.’ Your heart beats faster, filling you with worry and dread until it disappears.
The cell door opens, both of you are hesitant to move before you rush to pull him out.
“We are leaving,” you throw his arm over your shoulders. “We’re leaving and we’re not turning back.”
Your papa doesn’t fight you nor does he say anything as you two exit the castle.
“How do we get out?”
“I have to go back,” he mumbles.
“No,” you argue. “You are not going back to that dreaded place. It- the beast let you go. Why else would the door open?”
“He didn’t,” he shakes his head. “The beast told me if I leave, I will only have twenty-four hours to see my family again before I have to return.”
“Twen- twenty-four hours?! That’s not enough time to say goodbye.”
The conversation dwindles from there.
-
You two manage to make it back to your home before it gets dark.
“Rick!” You call out for your brother, “Rick!”
He runs out of the house, the tension leaving his shoulders at the sight of the two of you. He calls out for the two of you as he rushes over to help your father off Peppermint.
“Have the others returned yet?” As soon as you uttered those words, your other siblings rush out the door, calling out for your papa.
Once Rick, Charlotte, and Penny take your father inside, Tom turns to you. “What happened?”
You explain that he was out to get the things from the list you all had given him, and Peppermint was the one to return, leading you to an abandoned castle.
He raises a brow at the mention of the castle. “An abandoned castle?”
You nod, “yes. Why do you sound as if you don’t believe me?”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t need to.”
He clears his throat, “let’s go inside and enjoy the fact that father is home.” He stops, “one more thing. Stop giving your key to that man.”
“Sam? He’s harmless.”
“I don’t trust him.”
“Yeah, well. I do. He’s nicer to me than everyone else in the village other than the librarian Adam or that buffoon Gaston when he’s trying to make Penny jealous.”
“Stop talking to him.” He walks ahead of you, leaving you to look back at the village.
Your shoulders sag, you know what you need to do.
You prepared dinner as you planned and enjoyed what you knew to be your last night at home.
Once everyone cleaned up and went to their rooms, you sneak downstairs, grabbing your coat and bag before mounting Peppermint’s saddle.
“This is the last time you’re going there. I promise.”
And you’re off.
-
She stops at the entrance once again.
“We need a way in.” You stop for a minute and think.
“I am... trading my papa’s place with me?” You tilt your head when the entrance opens again. You shake your head, knowing you can’t focus on it any longer.
You grip the reins as tight as you can before cracking them.
-
You hop off Peppermint and pet her one last time before trying to let her go. “Run home, Pep. It’s not safe for you to be here.”
She nudges her head in your hands.
You sigh, “you can’t fight with me on this.”
You can’t resist those eyes, “fine but you stay here until I can find a safe place for you.”
-
You slowly enter the castle, not expecting to see candles lit or there to be less cracks in the floor, maybe you should have paid more attention to your surroundings before you ran in search of your papa.
The door slams shut behind you, you jump turning around to look at who it was only to find a rocking coat rack. “Odd.”
“You returned?” The low, deep voice says as it echoes throughout the first floor. Your poor heart can only take so much more.
“Uh- yes,” you slowly respond, searching for him.
“You returned in place of your father?”
“I did. He needs to be in a place where he can be properly taken care of and continue to look after my family.” Your hand rests on the pillar, adjacent from the stairs, as you peek around the corner only to find nothing.
“The thief has a family.”
You furrow your brows, taking offense to his comment.
“He is not a thief!”
The beast jumps down a few feet behind you and shakes the ground, your arms circle the air as you try to keep your balance before turning around.
“He stole the one thing that is precious to me. He is a thief,” his voice lower and more menacing than it was earlier.
“He is not a thief! He was trying to get the one thing his youngest child asked for because he knew it would make her happy!” You shout at him, chest heaving, eyes full of fire, something he hasn’t seen in a very long time.
The beast scoffs, ignoring the nostalgia that tries to worm its way into his cold heart. “You are to have dinner with me every day.”
Your head jerks back. “What if I don’t want to?”
“You’ll have dinner with me, or you will starve.”
You furrow your brows not understanding where he thinks he has the right to control you and what you do. “I will do whatever I want to do. You are not the boss of me!”
“Fine!” He whirls around, “see if I care whether you live or die!”
And he runs up into one of the wings, no longer wanting to see you.
You can’t believe the nerve of the- the- your eyes widen. You gave attitude and talked back to the beast from the stories you’ve been told about for as long as you can remember (since you moved to the village). “I just- oh my,” you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself.
“You held yourself together. Better than I ever could,” a male voice says.
You whirl around, finding no one there. “Who said that?”
“I did.”
You look down and find a candelabra there. Your eyes widen and you fall back into the nearest chair. “I’ve lost my mind. I’ve lost it and it’s never coming back.”
“Don’t say that mademoiselle.”
“I’m saying it.”
An awkward silence fills the air.
“Maybe having dinner will take your mind off things?” He weakly offers.
“I think I need to sleep right now. I can’t- I still don’t believe everything I’ve seen today.”
“Follow me.”
-
You lay in bed, dressed in the night gown that was laid across the bed (after a long fight with your inner conflict about if you should or shouldn’t wear it).
It takes a long time until you can go to sleep and when you do, you dream of strange things such as a man dancing around with a woman in a ballroom.
The pillars look the same as the ones you saw in one of the main rooms earlier.
You don’t know who they are or why you’re dreaming about them or even how you remember them when you wake up. Sitting up in bed, looking around the room, you realize how stuffy it is.
You need to get out of this room and learn more about your new… place of residency.
-
You barely make it down the stairs to the main room you were in the night before when the candelabra interrupts your thoughts.
“Good morning, mademoiselle.”
You slowly turn, staring at the object. “Good morning,” you slowly say.
“Oh, forgive me. I never told you, my name. I am,” he spins around, “Pete, Maverick to others.”
A smile stretches across your lips, “it’s nice to meet you, Pete. I was going to do some exploring since this is where I’ll be... from now on.”
“Ah, you can visit any place here you’d like but- uh- don’t go to the west wing.”
“What’s in the west wing?”
“Nothing-”
“Lots of damage. It’s dangerous for you to explore.”
You furrow your brows at the sight of the clock. “And who are you?”
He stutters, not entirely sure if he should tell you or not.
“This is Marcus, also known as Sundown,” Pete says, introducing his friend.
“It’s nice to meet you, Marcus. Are there any more of you or is it just you two here?”
“Oh, no,” the candelabra shakes his head. “There are more of us, very few though. Most of them got away before they could be touched by the spell.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Too many to count.”
You fall back into the nearest chair when the tea cart bumps into your side.
“Oh, sorry dear. The young prince isn’t so good with directions,” the tea pot tells you as she offers you a kind and welcoming smile.
“Yes, yes. Sorry, miss,” the second teacup apologizes.
“It’s alright,” you smile back at him.
“You must need something to warm you right up and I know just the thing.” A cup of tea comes towards you.
“Be careful, Chip.”
“Yes, mother.” He turns back to you, “hello there.”
“He- hello. I take it you’re Chip?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Should I be drinking from him?” You turn to the tea pot. “It doesn’t seem right.”
“It’s alright,” she assures you. “It won’t hurt him if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Okay,” you take a sip and pull back when a bubble pops.
“Chip! How many times have I told you not to do that?”
“Sorry, mother.”
“Oh no. It’s okay, he’s having fun.”
“Don’t encourage the two. They’re handfuls already,” she jokes.
A coatrack hops closer to your small group.
“And that,” Pete begins. “Is our favorite of us all, the ever so silent, Leonard also known as Wolfman.”
“I take it he talked a lot?” You ask.
“Yep, you could never get him to shut up.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Leonard.”
He waves a wooden post in return.
“Sorry about them dear. Oh, I almost forgot, I’m Mrs. Potts and the boy blowing bubbles is my son Chip and this one behind me is the young prince, Bradley.”
“It’s very nice to meet you all.”
“You’re pretty,” Bradley gushes before hiding behind Mrs. Potts.
“Thank you, Bradley,” you offer a gentle smile. “And you are a handsome young boy.”
“You don’t know what I look like.”
“You have a kind personality, that makes you extra handsome,” you whisper as if it’s a secret the others shouldn’t be hearing.
He giggles and spins around the other boy.
-
None of you knew but the beast formerly known as King Nick (Nicholas Bradshaw the II) was in his secret passageway, listening and watching over his boy as he had begun to do after the passing of Queen Carole but more so when the curse was placed on the kingdom.
Part of him wonders if you’ll be the one to break the spell while the other part wants nothing to do with you to spare him from any future heartache.
Maybe tonight he’ll eat dinner with you, apologize for his behavior.
He shakes his head, “no, no. She is not the one. She-”
An earthquake shakes the building, small debris falls from the ceiling.
He runs through the walls, not caring if he makes any noise.
-
He takes careful, steady steps into the room not wanting his heavy footsteps to cause another petal to fall. He sighs at the small, broken rose.
-
Once the shaking stops, you glance around the room.
“What was that?” The older woman sighs.
“Another petal has fallen,” Marcus chimes in.
“What- what does that mean?”
“If the last petal falls, the curse takes place and we all become objects while my father remains a beast,” Bradley answers you.
“You’re all cursed?” Your voice comes out as a whisper.
“Sadly, yes,” the tea pot informs you.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, dear.”
“How did-” You glance back at the two boys and decide not to ask now, you don’t want to bring up any bad memories. “When did it happen?”
“We’ve lost count over the years that have passed,” Pete tells you.
“Oh.”
“That’s enough of that,” the clock interrupts. “I think it’s time for lunch.”
“Okay. Am I going to get another dance number with all the utensils and plates?”
“You never know, mademoiselle.”
You narrow your eyes at Pete.
A few days later…
The others have things to do, and you’re left alone so you take this opportunity to venture around the castle. Nothing fun or very interesting in, what you assume, and hope is the north wing. Same thing with what you do know as the east wing (the sign was helpful).
You take careful steps as you walk into this wing since it’s more run down than any others you’ve seen so far. Your head snaps to the left, eyebrows knit together when you see nothing there.
Maybe it was nothing.
You continue and slowly open the creaky door, silently groaning to yourself as the creak echoes.
Once the door is open wide enough you walk further into the room, eyes catching the sight of the not dead rose trapped in a glass confinement.
You tilt your head trying to figure out why because the rose should be dead along with the fallen petals.
-
Nick’s shoulders sag as he walks up the steps, so much for taking a nap.
This time though, he woke with less heartache than the night before.
He knows he’ll never be able to forget her, his beloved wife, Carole.
She was his everything and always up for an adventure, which coincidentally is how the two found each other in the first place.
If only they had taken precautions and checked to make sure there were no bees.
They knew her family had a history of being allergic to bees, but she was lucky enough to have never come across any… until the search for the most majestic deer anyone could see came about.
Sometimes he wishes he never wanted to try and hunt the creature but then he comes to the realization that there was nothing he could do.
He shakes his head to forget his cries for her and how Bradley would never see her again.
His large body walks through the door without noticing the door was already open, not until he lifts his head to see you staring at the glass with a confused expression, he can’t focus on that for long as his nerves and heartbreak take over.
“No! Don’t touch it!” Nick rushes over towards it. “You were told to stay away from the west wing!” He growls at you, spit leaving his mouth landing on your cheeks and forehead. He takes a step closer, “you could have ruined everything! Ruined my chance to save my son!”
You step back. “I’m- I’m sorry- I-”
He stops moving and lets out everything he was feeling in that moment, what he felt when he lost Carole, when he was turned into this- damned thing, and what (he thinks) it would feel like to lose his boy.
A deep growl comes from the back of his throat. The vibration of the powerful noise is more than enough to cause the room to shake, the slashed painting on the wall rattles behind you, terrifying you to your core.
You don’t wait until he’s finished before running out of the room, down the stairs, and out the doors.
None of the cursed servants and prince can stop you even as they call out for you... not even the youngest of them all.
-
You hope you're close to the end of this hellish nightmare as you begin to slow your pace, unable to sprint anymore.
You’ve exerted too much of your energy to keep going and force yourself to slow down taking deep breaths as you stand hunched over with your hands on your knees.
Growling comes from your left; your head snaps up.
Your eyes widen at the wolf, and you begin to think. ‘I could outrun a wolf… can’t I? How fast are they?’
Until four more stand beside it.
You blink away your tears, taking slow steps backwards.
Maybe if you moved slowly and cautiously away from them, they wouldn’t see you as a threat, although you know better; the illogical part of you can’t help but take over during this time.
A flash tosses one of the wolves away.
You shout out, “behind you!”
As a wolf lunges at the beast, you were so terrified of before you ran out here and grab a stick, doing your best to quickly shove it off him.
All the wolves leave before the beast could harm another.
You don’t know if you should try and help him not… even if he is technically the reason you left.
“Are you going to help me?” He grumbles under his breath, and you just- you want to smack him.
A heavy sigh comes through your nose before you can stop it.
“Oh, and now she’s mad.”
You scoff through your nose.
“A thank you would be nice.”
“I wouldn’t have been out here or almost died if it wasn’t for you.”
“Ungrateful.”
“Ungrate-” You stand in front of him, one hand resting on his chest while the other latches onto his arm. “You are in no condition to walk back on your own.”
“Oh, am I not?”
You narrow your eyes to him. “And what do you suppose we do? I don’t think either of us have much of an option, right now.”
A familiar neigh stops you before you could answer him. “Perfect timing as always, Pep.” You turn back to the slumping lump of a beast.
“Now, get on.”
“I’ll crush it.”
“You won’t. She can handle it. It’s either this or you die in a blizzard... which won’t happen.”
“Why not?” He asks, lying on the back of your beloved horse with his chest on the saddle.
“I won’t be the one to tell your son his father died because of his pride.”
No other words were exchanged between the two of you that night or the following two nights as he rested.
-
While you comfort the young prince, your second oldest sister, Penny asks your brothers and father if she could ask Gaston for help, to which they denied her.
None of them wanted to deal with the man whose ego is so big, he can’t walk straight (they make jokes about how he always manages to walk into a mirror, even though that happened one time when he still ate three dozen eggs).
She clicks her tongue in disappointment, stopping her foot for extra flair.
“Penny,” Tom starts. “We don’t need to involve that idiot; he’s done nothing but try to ruin us. Why would we start to give into him and his demands now?”
“He is good. He will help is. He told me so himself.”
“And you truly believe him? Even after he told people of rumors about you.”
“That wasn’t him.”
“Well, it certainly wasn’t the old man that did it,” he looks off into the direction of Sam.
She stomps her foot and walks away, slamming the door to her shared room.
“Nice,” Rick comments with sarcasm.
“I didn’t see you jumping in there to help me.”
“I thought you had it handled.”
“If I had it handled our sister wouldn’t be out there with that- that beast!”
Rick takes a step back, looking at Tom, trying to get a read on him and it’s clear that he feels like it’s his fault even though none of them had control over this situation. “None of us could have ever known that this is what fathers' trip would lead to.”
“I should have known. I’m the oldest, I look out for us. I told him he didn’t need to take this trip.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.” He shakes his head, “but he was sure he did, and it made sense why he thought so.”
“Why?”
“Penny and Charlotte were out of dresses.”
Rick smacks his brother's arm, understanding that his only way to deal with this is through humor, even if it's only temporary. “What do you plan to do?”
“I’m not involving that imbecile, that’s for sure.”
“Oh, but haven’t you heard his story about how he ate three dozen eggs to help him get large and after started to go for four dozen once he was large.”
Tom narrows his eye at his younger brother, “you know I do and that’s exactly why.”
-
You gently wipe away the blood. “You can go to sleep you know. No one is going to hurt you.”
“I know no one would hurt me.”
“Someone’s cocky,” you mumble.
“What was that?”
You shake your head. “Nothing.”
He hisses and tries to pull his hand away.
“Hold still. I’m almost done and then you can rest some more.”
The others watch as you take care of him, wondering what’s changed for the cold-hearted king to be so… kind to you after everything that’s happened.
You place the wet rag back into the bowl, placing it on the table beside his bed. “I’m going to put this on your wounds.” You lift the bottle Sam gave you a few days earlier.
“What is it?”
“A gift from a friend.”
“And how do I know you’re not actually trying to poison me?”
“If I was, you would know and why would my friend try to poison me?”
“I don’t know.”
“That wasn’t a very good question to ask.”
He doesn’t say anything and grumbles under his breath, low enough for you to not hear what he says.
“You’re not going to complain or anything as long as you want someone to take care of yo-our wounds.” You cringe at the thought of saying “take care of you”.
You barely know him and already find yourself enamored with him.
Oh no.
He doesn’t say much else and moves when you tell him to.
“Now, that your wounds are taken care of. I’ll see myself out. Get more rest.” You rush out before he can try and argue with you.
-
The others follow in your footsteps, leaving their king and prince alone.
“Papa?”
“Yes, Bradley?”
“Do you think she will be the one to break the spell?”
Nick doesn’t turn to look at his son. How can he answer a question like that when he doesn’t know himself? How can he move on from Carole?
She was the love of his life.
Maybe that’s why he can’t.
He feels that if he does then he and Bradley will forget her and he could never bring himself to do that, even if he does struggle to talk about her.
“She’s a very nice person.”
Nick hums, faintly listening to his boy as he goes on about her family and the sacrifices they’ve made. He furrows his brows, “what do you mean?”
“About what?”
“The sacrifices her family has made. What do you mean by that?”
“Oh. She told me when she was a baby, her mama got sick, and her family had to leave making her papa sad. And her big brother has been working hard to make sure they can all buy things they need while her sisters search for husbands and her other brother stays to help her papa with his creations.”
“And what of her?”
“She can’t leave her family alone. They need someone to look after them.”
“Who takes care of her?”
The boy furrows his painted brows. “I don’t know.”
That’s why you chose to trade your life for his.
Nick holds back a groan thinking back to the number of times he called your father a thief. “When did you find this out?”
“Not long ago.” Nick imagines, if his boy was human again, he would have shrugged.
The boy yawns for the third time today.
It’s as though time is running out faster than he would have hoped for.
The two Bradshaw’s fall asleep, one dreaming of a time when he could have fun without worrying about breaking into pieces; the other, he dreams of dancing with the one he is to call his wife.
-
You, more or less, have the same dream although this one turns into a nightmare with two women dying.
You push yourself up, no longer feeling the need to sleep. You couldn’t tell who either of the women were at first.
But the more you think about it, you slowly begin to see who it is.
As you sit in bed, analyzing all that you dreamed of, you knew one was your darling mother while the other was Bradley’s mother, the beast’s first love. You still cannot wrap your mind around the fact that you keep dreaming of her.
Maybe sitting in front of the fire would help you fall back asleep.
You take the blanket off your bed and wrap it around your shoulders as you tiptoe out of your room and down the stairs until you make it to the main room.
The fireplace is already going by the time you sit in the chair.
You let your mind wander, curious as to what your family is doing.
-
Hardly anyone sleeps soundly in your family’s home anymore as they continue to work on a plan to bring you home.
“Why can’t we leave and try to find it?” Charlotte asks.
“Because, as I’ve said before, Char. We don’t know where it is. How many times do I have to tell you that,” Tom tells her.
“I don’t know, I didn’t hear you. Tell me again.”
Mike does his best to clear the tension between your siblings.
“Enough.”
They don’t stop, it’s like they don’t even hear him and continue to bicker at one another.
“Enough!”
They turn towards him, giving him their full attention.
“You two are adults and will act like it because you are not the only ones scared for the safety of your sister.”
They lower their heads, muttering apologies.
“We need to focus on figuring out where that damned castle is so we can bring Belle, home.”
Rick doesn’t want to ask but knows if he doesn’t, no one will. “Do you remember where it is? You said it was surrounded by the forest; how did you manage to make it through?”
“I,” your papa pauses, thinking back. “I just- there was an opening.”
“Where?”
“There was- there was just an opening.”
“We need to know where she went, we need to know how to find our sister.”
“I understand that. I know better than anyone how it is to miss someone but there wasn’t anything significant that could help us.”
“What if we talk to Gaston?”
The three men turn towards Penny.
“He might be able to help.”
“We’re not going the idiot so he can flex his muscles,” Tom explains to her.
She rolls her eyes, “he wouldn’t do that.”
“He does it all the time and it’s annoying because you get distracted and that’s not gonna help us.”
She huffs, “do you want to find her or not?”
“Of course, we do but we’re going to do it without him.”
“Have any of you told anyone anything about Belle’s current... predicament?” Rick asks. He remembers the weird looks the people in town were giving him earlier that day.
“Why do you ask?” Charlotte chimes in.
“You don’t want her to talk to Gaston about this but, I felt eyes on me as I walked through town earlier.”
“But you always have eyes on you. We all do,” Tom argues.
“I know, I know.” Rick starts, “it just- it felt like there were more eyes on me today and I feel like people are noticing that she isn’t home. I think they’re starting to talk about it.”
“Ignore anything they say. We’re bringing her home no matter what it takes, you got it?” Tom gives his siblings a stern look.
They nod, not giving him a verbal response.
Sometimes it’s better to go along with what Tom tells em rather than try and argue with him. “It’s too late for us to go out tonight but first thing when we wake up, we’re searching for her.”
Your papa and younger brother nod.
“We’ll stay here in case she comes back,” Charlotte adds.
It was agreed that this was the plan and if they couldn’t find you tomorrow- they’re not thinking about that because they won’t stop.
They’ll keep going until they can’t any longer.
-
You wake up to find yourself in the bed that’s been deemed as yours. You furrow your brows, knowing for a fact that you did leave this room at some point.
Part of you wonders if it was a dream or if the beast carried you back here.
You find a book on the nightstand and fight the urge to smile before dismissing the thought, not being able to imagine him doing something so kind… even if you did recently help him with his wounds.
You get dressed and don’t plan on asking him if he did or not, it’d be easier to forget your crazy thought than try and dig for information.
You don’t find anyone in the hallway or near the stairs, other than the echoing putter patter of what you assume to be the hunting dogs, remembering the brief description of how Bradley’s mother passed.
You feel for the boy, knowing how he feels especially since it happened when he was so young and why… Nick acts the way he does.
You consider yourself lucky since your papa never lashed out at any of you. You know what you’re going to do today.
You walk along the lower hallways, stopping when you spot a familiar tall figure speaking to his son.
You find yourself standing beside the doorway, unsure if you should leave or not, knowing that the floorboards would creak underneath you.
-
“She is a nice person.”
“So, I’ve heard,” his father mutters before setting his son down onto the table so he can search for another book. “You should smile at her.”
“Why would I do that, Brad?”
“She doesn’t have many friends and I know you would like her.”
“I don’t think anyone could befriend a beast,” he mutters under his breath. “That sounds like an interesting idea.”
“She likes to read.”
“Does she now?” He asks as if he doesn’t already know.
If the boy was human, he’d be nodding. “Yep! And she’s read a lot of the books we have here.”
“Oh.”
“I think she’d like to visit our library.”
“Interesting.”
“Her favorite is also yours.”
“Really?”
“I think she’s a good person to talk to… she would understand why you’re angry if you told her more about mama.”
Nick spins around, “what do you mean? Did you tell her of your mother?”
“Only after she told me how her mama died a few months after she was born. Her papa doesn’t talk about her.”
He sighs. “I don’t want to burden anyone else with knowing about your mother.”
“She would be happy to listen. She smiles every time I talk about her.”
“And how many times has that been?”
The boy doesn’t respond for a few seconds, trying to figure something out. “Twice.”
“And she was nice enough to take the time to listen to your ramblings?”
The teacup jumps up in happiness. “She did. She only got sad when she told me how no one from her family can speak of her without getting sad or not wanting to speak of her at all.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Tell her.”
“I’m with him.” Pete pops up out of nowhere.
Nick purses his lips, not liking when the two agree (ever, it never turns out well). “I can’t just tell her. She won’t understand and I- I wouldn’t be able to explain it to her.”
“Then take the time to explain it to her,” Pete adds with a “duh” tone.
“I’m not doing that. She doesn’t like me and I’ve- I’ve grown to accept that.”
“But-”
“Enough Bradley, it’s time for your lessons with Miss Potts and Chip.”
“He’s not wrong, you know.”
“Can it, Mav. It’s not happening.”
“But she still has it.”
“No. No one else has that loving feeling but-”
“You know it’s okay to open up your heart. She would want you to be happy, that’s all she ever wanted.”
“How can I be happy when it feels like I’m betraying her?”
“That just proves you loved her with all that you could.”
“So, that means I have nothing left to give?”
“N- No, I meant that you loved Carole with all that you could. Now, you have a chance to prove to yourself that you’re not the grumpy old man you pretend to be.”
“I’m not a grumpy old man,” Nick mumbles.
“Oh, you’re right. You’re an angry old man who pretends his heart is ice-cold and black, like he’s not worthy of finding someone new to love.”
“I’m done with this conversation.”
“Only because you know I’m right.”
Nick walks out of the room before he grabs his friend and throws him out a window (again). He huffs, debating on walking through the walls today.
‘Maybe I should try and show her kindness? Perhaps the book isn’t enough.’
He walks down the hallway, his ears twitching when Miss Potts' voice echoes through the hallway.
He steps closer, hiding behind the door, watching as the older woman talks to the kids and you.
-
“I wish I could help more around here. I feel like I’m not doing much.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that deary,” Miss Potts assures her.
“I can’t. At home… at my family’s home we would always be doing some kind of chore especially since our papa is getting older and can’t do a lot without getting hurt and prefers to be working on clocks as well as any other item that need to be fixed,” you smile, thinking about it.
“I hope they’re all okay.”
“I’m sure they are,” Miss Potts tries her best to reassure you.
You shrug, “perhaps.” You push yourself out of the chair. “Excuse me, you two have lessons you should be doing.”
You exit the room in search of something else to do.
-
The tall beast managed to scurry away before you could get closer.
Nick watches from a distance, realizing how sad you must be... away from your family. He knows what he needs to do.
-
You stand in the very same ballroom that continues to haunt your dreams. You hadn’t the faintest idea who the woman is in your dreams, and it makes you sad when you think about it because after learning about how Bradley’s mother passed, you believe it’s her.
You just- you don’t know why she’s haunting you in your dreams. You take a second and close your eyes, thinking back to when you would dance with your brothers and sisters.
It was a happy time; none of you had nearly as many responsibilities as you do now.
“What are you doing?”
You flinch, not expecting anyone else to be here. “Uh,” you spin around, staring at him. “Nothing?”
Nick raises a brow, “it didn’t look like nothing.”
“I was- uh- just- uh-”
He continues to stare at you, waiting for your response.
“I was… just remembering when my siblings taught me how to dance.”
“Oh.”
“We always dreamed of being grownups and dancing in such a magnificent ballroom, you know, like yours.”
“Would you…” His words become quieter making it harder for you to hear. “I was wondering if you- if you wanted to dance?”
He hasn’t been this nervous to ask someone to dance in a long time.
Maybe it was a good thing.
Your lips form into an “O” shape. “Or not, I get it-” “I would love to.”
With the way you two stare at one another, it’s clear to see how surprised both of you are.
“Tonight?” “After dinner?” You two ask at the same time, chuckling at one another’s response.
“After dinner,” you nod.
“I’ll see you then.”
-
You run in the direction of your room, needing to change into something more suitable for dancing.
Dinner was wonderful as always but this one seemed to be more special than any previous meals.
You slowly walk down the staircase, seeing Nick across the way. A small smile gracing your lips, your heart races at the thought of dancing with him.
It scares you, how excited you are to dance with someone who wreaked havoc into your life.
He holds his hand out, waiting for you to come down the last few steps.
You slowly place your hand into his much larger paw, guiding you down the final staircase.
He carefully steps forward, not wanting to overstep his boundaries or startle you.
You step forward, leaving the proper amount of distance between you two.
He leads, taking a step forward, you take one backwards, continuing this until he changes things and spins you around.
You’re free as you continue dancing with him, not thinking of anything else other than the fact that you’re enjoying yourself at this moment, more than you have in a long time.
Once it’s over he invites you to his library, the one place Pete and Bradley were nice enough to show you the other day.
Part of you wished you could have read something with him…
‘Maybe another time.’
“I have something I want to show you.”
You follow him without saying another word, curiosity overpowering any other thought you have.
-
“The one who cursed me gave me this, along with a few other things as you know.”
You reach out to touch the book but pull away before you could. “What does it do?”
“It’s a cruel joke.”
“Why?”
“It was designed to take me anywhere in the world, show the world of the beast that I am.”
“And you chose to show me, why?”
“I think it’s time I- I show you I can be the person they tell you I am.”
“And who is that?”
“Someone who can brighten someone’s mood when they’re upset.”
You smile to yourself, maybe you haven’t given him the benefit of the doubt.
Yet again, all you’ve ever come to know with him is his anger, you haven’t been given much of an opportunity to see any other side of him.
“Where to?”
You whisper, your family’s old home. Where you lived when you were only a few months old.
You look around, a sad expression on your face as you see the unfinished work, unmade bed, and the closed trunk off to the side.
“Oh, Paris? Interesting choice,” Nick comments, not paying all that much attention to you. “Should we go see the Ei-” He turns around. “What’s wrong?”
You wipe your cheek. “It’s- I- this was my home when I was- uh- when I was younger. This was the last place I ever saw my mama.”
“Why is that?”
You can’t find it in you to answer him as you find a special rose pen that you know belonged to her.
“This is a doctors mask.”
You nod, gulping down whatever spit had built up in your mouth, although you know what happened to her that doesn’t stop you from answering any questions he may have. “She was sick, and we had to leave. We- we couldn’t stay here.”
You wipe the corner of your eye. “I never knew what our first home looked like. I wanted to see the last place she was in before she passed. But I-” You take a deep breath.
“I understand. We can return, if you’d like.”
You nod, “please.”
You two return to the castle.
“I need to- I need-”
“You need to what?”
You spin around, looking at him. “I need to- to- to see my family.”
“What?” He whispers.
“I need to see my family. I- I need to see if they’re alright. I haven’t been able to see them in a long time. I’m worried about them. Please, if… if there is any compassion left in you, let me go see my family just- just this once and I will never ask you for anything again.”
He doesn’t respond nor does he make any movement.
“I- no- forget it, forget I said anything.”
He opens a drawer and pulls out a mirror. “Use this.”
“What?”
“If you wish it, you may see your family.”
“I- how does this work?”
“Another gift.”
You lift the mirror, “I wish to see my family,” you whisper.
An image of your family arguing with Gaston concerns you, more so when it pans on the man forcing your family in the back of a familiar wagon.
“No. No. No,” you mutter. “What is it?”
Nick comes to stand beside you, seeing the traumatizing scene. He knows what needs to happen, deep down, he would do the same if the tables were turned. “You need to go.”
“What?”
“You need to go help your family.”
“But I-”
He shakes his head, “it’s okay. I understand.”
“I will-”
“Don’t- don’t say anything. Your horse is going to get waiting outside.”
“I- I can’t thank you enough.” You bunch up the skirt of your dress in your hands, keeping hold of the mirror.
“Go.”
Your eyes fill with tears because of your family’s current predicament and the fact that you have to leave him.
“Thank you.” You don’t look back as you run down the hallway or down the stairs or out the doors, only when Peppermint is close to the broken forest entrance do you and it breaks your heart to watch the sad beast man hang off one of the roofs.
It reminds you of the first time you saw him.
“Faster, Peppermint,” you crack the reins.
-
“I was the one who had it all,” he mumbles when your figure gets further away from the castle.
He slumps down, mindlessly wandering through the castle.
“Father?”
He turns, placing one paw on the staircase railing. “Bradley?”
“Where is she going?”
“To her family.” He returns to his previous task and continues up the stairs.
“You let her go?” Pete asks, unsure if he could believe it.
“He loves her too much to keep her when she’s clearly needed elsewhere,” Miss Potts adds.
“Oh.”
“Are we ever going to become human?” Chip asks.
“I don’t know, Chip,” she responds.
-
You keep your attention focused in front of you.
You don't know how much further you have to go but you know that you're close, you can sense your family is near as Peppermint gallops closer towards the entrance of the village.
As soon as she makes it through the entrance of the village, you immediately hear the cries for help from your family members and the angry comments coming from the villagers (who never liked you or your family ever since you arrived).
When Peppermint swerves around the wagon you immediately hop off with no sense of the possibility of accidentally injuring yourself.
Your only concern is your family’s safety.
You swirl around to face Gaston with an expression of rage clear on your face.
He immediately ignores it, of course.
“I command that you let my family go,” you say angrily as you stare into his cold eyes.
“They've done nothing wrong. Why must you do this to us we've done nothing wrong to you or anyone else. My sister has cared for you for all this time, and you treat her like this? Have you no compassion?”
He lets out an airy chuckle, one that makes you uncomfortable. Of course, he does; he's never taken a woman seriously a day in his life and why would he start now.
His uncaring attitude earns chuckles from a few of the villagers behind you, but you don't pay attention to them. “Why would I listen to a woman like you or your sister?” He grins at you, it’s the kind to send a shiver down your spine, dare you say it appears to be a sinister smirk.
The more he talks the more it annoys you and feeds into your anger, but you stop and think, realizing you can't let this anger get the best of you because if you do, you may lose your family forever, and you will not let it happen.
“Why is it that you’ve locked up my family?” You ask him, thinking it’d be best to ask him straightforwardly instead of waiting for when he’ll throw you into the wagon, leaving you to rot with your family.
You can’t let this happen; you have to return to the one… you hold dear to you. Your heart aches, you have much more to lose than just your family here. Again, he chuckles, now it’s not nearly as evil as the first one and yet it still sends a shiver down your spine.
“You know,” he starts off, “your father- he- uh- he seems to have lost his mind. Why you ask? Well,” he pauses clearly trying to come up with a lie for the villagers to believe.
As much as you hate to admit it, the villagers would probably believe anything he says because he's a war hero, meaning they respect him too much to disagree.
Or maybe because they fear for their safety and their lives since they know what he’s capable of.
“You see,” he begins again. “Mike has begun to say some strange things which raises alarm about his mind.” He fakes sympathy when he says, “we fear for the safety of you and your family.”
You know he's lying, but how can you prove it when none of the villagers have ever liked you?
Is that why he’s saying these things because he knows none of them will believe you if you try to tell the truth?
Why would they believe you when you say it is Gaston who has lost his mind and not your papa?
You gulp down whatever saliva has built up in your mouth, your hands are sweaty, leaving marks on the mirror as you tighten your grip. “Why- why do you think my father has lost his mind?” You weakly ask, having a feeling about what he's going to say.
“Well, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” Gaston starts with a knowing tone and a supercilious stance.
You hate it.
He slaps his hand on the wagon door, alarming your family.
They all look up through the tiny window to see you there with no wounds and not looking as if death is waiting for you (as few have thought a few times since you’ve been gone).
Their concerning expressions slowly diminish at the site of you and soon their brows furrow, you know it's because of the way you're dressed and the fact that you're not dead because of some beast that your father had seen.
They slowly begin to believe him more now.
You immediately rushed towards the wagon; your hands touched the wood door as if you were trying to touch your family members themselves.
You wonder if it would be wise to try and break the lock now but know that if you do then something bad will happen. And you don’t know if the villagers will try to remove you from them or if Gaston will order something else to occur; the thought of any of it happening scares you.
‘Maybe,’ you think. ‘Maybe it would be wise to “listen” to what he has to say and play along with his games until it’s over.’
You lean in whispering, “I will get you out of here, you will be free, and we will be together, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
Tom and Rick glance at one another, they have some idea as to what you may ask of them, but it still raises alarms in their heads.
Maybe it would have been best for you to not ask them for help but what else can you do in this dire situation?
You turned to see your sister’s nod knowing that they’ll follow orders to get out and regain their freedom.
Poor Penny is crying along with Charlotte but the second oldest of the two is more heartbroken than any of you... which, of course, makes sense since she believed that she was in love with Gaston, and he returned those feelings. It pains her to think that he used her.
As much as she wishes to weep, she knows she cannot at this time.
She pushes all her thoughts about him aside, knowing that she needs to be focused so she can listen to what you have to say and help the rest of them get out.
For once, neither of your brothers nor your Papa say anything as you whisper to them a foolproof plan.
The man who can eat far too many eggs (for your comfort), pulls you back and away from your family, you jerk your arm within his grasp trying to get away from him.
As you struggle to remove yourself from him, he manages to grab the one thing that you brought with you from the castle.
When you see what he has in his hands, you gasp.
He’s going to figure out how to use it and show everyone the beast Nick.
You can’t let it happen, they can’t see him; if they do, they’re only going to want to hurt him, and you won’t- you don’t know if you’d survive that. You reach for it only for the irksome man to raise his arm, keeping it away from being within your reach.
“Give it back to me, Gaston. It’s not yours.”
“It doesn’t look like it’s yours either.”
“It is- give it back.”
“No.” He lowers his hand, inspecting it himself. “How do you use it?”
“I’m not going to tell you that.”
“It’ll save you and your family.”
“No.”
“You don’t care about their safety? Some daughter slash sister, you are.”
You groan, reaching for it again. “I need it. Give it to me.”
The same smirk he gave you hasn’t left his face once since you arrived, it only became worse as time went on, just like now. “Show me the beast.”
An image of the sad beast pops up.
“Look,” he spins it around, showing the others.
“Look at his fangs. Those horns. His claws. He will kill us all if we don’t do something about it first.”
“NO!” You cry out.
“Kill the beast!”
“Stop it!”
Gaston grabs your arm. “Le Fou, open the door.”
He does as the larger man tells him to.
“Stop- don’t listen- please,” you struggle to fight his grasp. “Let me go! You’re making a mistake. He is kind and- and he has a family. He wouldn’t harm any of you unless provoked.”
The man scoffs, “you’ve fallen for such a hideous beast. Have you no shame.” He snickers, glancing over at your sisters. “Good thing I didn’t bring myself down to your level and marry one of your sisters. I would die if I was intertwined with such nonsense.”
-
As soon as you're tossed inside, the door closes, you slam your hands onto the door, not caring about getting a splinter. “Let me out! Let me out! He’s not the beast you think he is!”
“Belle.” “Belle.” Your family calls out for you, pulling you away from the door.
“I think there are a few other things we need to worry about.” Mike holds you in his arms. “Breath, sweetheart. I need you to take deep breaths so we can help you. We can’t understand you, if all you do is scream and plead.”
“He is not who you think he is. He is a kind man who had been upset for a long time and if I don’t get back, they’ll- they’ll-” You wipe away your tears and reach into the corset of your dress, pulling out a small rod. “Use this to pick the lock.”
He gives you an impressive look. “I knew I taught you well.”
“Hurry up,” your brothers say to him.
He shrugs them off and continues to pick at the lock.
Once it clicks open, it falls to the ground.
He pushes the door open, purposefully bumping into the man that Gaston assigned to stand guard.
Your brothers push themselves out and grab the man, forcing him inside.
“Grab the lock,” Tom tells Charlotte.
She grabs it and quickly clicks it into place.
“Not all of us are going to be able to get to the castle on your horse,” says Rick.
“Not all of us have to go.”
“But-”
Numerous neighs disrupt your minor argument.
“Looks like we won’t need to worry,” Penny comments. “Come on.”
“No,” Mike pushes you towards your horse. “You go. We’ll be right behind you.”
“What?”
“I can see it, you know.”
“See what?”
“Your eyes, she had those eyes from the moment we meant up until the very end. You’ve found love within him. You can save him, but you must be quick.”
You crack the reins and take off.
-
“Please take care of him,” you hear as you pass through the entrance.
You know its late wife calling out to you.
There’s no other reason for her to be doing this, if she didn’t want her family to be happy and the least you could do is respect her wishes.
“I promise,” you whisper.
-
You arrive at the sound of angry shouts and echoing gunshots.
You look up and find it’s the beast Nick to be the target. “No,” you mumble and run up the stairs.
The cries of a young boy follow behind you, you turn to find the young prince flying, catching him before anything bad could happen to him. “Bradley. What were you doing?”
“I’m defending my home.”
“You can’t be doing things as dangerous as that. What would-”
Another echo.
Your head snaps in the direction of the forbidden west wing. You tighten your grip on the boy and run. “Gaston! Stop this!”
Nick’s head snaps in your direction, he whispers your name before pushing himself back to jump in your direction.
He grabs one of your hands, being careful not to do anything too fast to harm his son. “You returned,” he mumbles, face full of shock and awe.
You nod. “I did.”
He grunts, falling to his knees.
Your head turns to see the smug smirk hanging from his lips.
“Stop,” You place Bradley on the ground before putting yourself between the hunter and Nick.
“What are you doing?”
“I will not let you die at the hands of this man.”
Gaston throws his head back and lets out a hearty, belly aching laugh. “You’re protecting this- this beast but not those of your kind?”
“He has been kinder than you ever have!”
“I doubt that. Now, move out of the way and let me kill my latest prey so I can-” the bridge beneath him begins to crack but he pays no attention to it. “Finish him off and hang his head on my wall.”
Just as his finger touches the trigger, the bridge gives out beneath him; he couldn’t run away if he tried to.
Your eyes widen, not looking down too frightened to see him lay dead on the ground.
Although his personality was brutish and vile, it is still a human being that died today.
You spin around, checking on him.
“You're bleeding too much. We must get you medical attention.”
“I don’t- it’s time.”
“No,” you shake your head, in denial. “We can get you help and-”
He grabs your hand. “I don’t have much time now. I can feel myself slipping away.”
“N- no, you don’t- you don’t feel it. Don’t say that. What about- oh, Bradley,” you lift the teacup carefully before placing him on Nick’s abdomen.
“Bradley.”
“What about the curse?”
“It’s too,” he closes his eyes, letting out a deep and slow exhale. “We’re out of time.”
“But she can-”
“No.”
-
Sam walks up the stairs, not giving anyone a second glance.
He knows exactly where to go and what’s happened between the two of you, but his curse is in place and it’s up to you now to break it.
-
The ground shakes violently as the last petal falls.
More than half the staff have become a stiffened furniture version of who they used to be, Pete, Marcus, and Leonard were the last ones.
Leonard waves one last time before rocking side to side as he takes his final form.
Pete turns to Marcus, prepared to make a final speech but can’t find it in him to do so.
“Until we meet again,” he whispers, to the antique clock.
-
Nick and you begin sobbing as Bradley’s face is wiped away and he looks like a real, non-living teacup.
“Please don’t leave me,” you whisper, holding his cheek, wiping away his tears.
“Could you- could you ever find it in you to love a beast like me?”
You sniffle, “I can’t.”
“I... see.”
The life drains from his eyes after hearing those words.
You gasp, covering your mouth.
The last words he will ever hear from you are a lie.
“I already do,” you whisper as tears trickle down your cheeks, landing on one of the few blood stains of his shirt.
You continue to weep onto him until your family arrives and pulls you away. You lean onto your father and wet his shoulder with your love and grief-stricken tears.
You can’t help but think, had Gaston moved his arm a few inches to the left, he would have killed Nick instantly, forbidding you from having those last few seconds with him.
A gasp is all that enters your ears before your sisters tug on the sleeves of your dress.
“Stop tugging on-” Tom stops talking at the interesting sight.
“Tom, what- holy sh-” Rick stops when he sees what his siblings see.
“Belle,” it whispers.
“No,” you shake your head.
“The curse is fooling me,” you mutter.
“Darling, you need to look up.”
You open your eyes, glancing at your father.
He gestures for you to turn towards where the love of your life lays, dead.
You do as everyone wants you to and your jaw drops. “No.”
“It’s me.”
“No.” He whispers your name. “You’re not real.” He takes a step forward, his hand cupping your cheek.
“You saved me.”
“No- I- I didn’t.”
“You did. You saved us.”
A light tug on the skirt of your dress alerts you. You look down and find a young boy standing there. Your eyes water as you bend down, standing on your knees. “Bradley?”
He nods, a nervous smile gracing his lips. “Oh my- you- your both-” He can’t hold himself back and launches himself into your arms.
You gasp and let out an airy chuckle as you squeeze the boy.
The king kneels on one knee beside you two, petting the back of his son's head. His eyes focused on nothing but the two of you.
You lean over and let yourself fall into his embrace with Bradley since he won’t let go. “You’re here.”
“I am,” he mumbles into your hair. “We need to get up though. I need to see if everyone is all right.”
Tom and Rick help you get up, giving Bradley the ability to maneuver himself tighter onto you.
-
You all walk downstairs to see everyone hugging. “What happened?”
“The warlock who cursed us, erased us from the villagers' minds.”
“Oh.”
“Shouldn’t he be clinging to you instead of me?”
The man only grins in return. “He likes you.”
You narrow your eyes to him. “Don’t make him sound like a dog.”
A fake beast-like growl comes from his chest. “I’m not. I’d never do that to my boy.”
“Okay.”
-
He searches for someone in the crowd in front of the castle.
“Goose!”
“Mav!”
The two men run towards one another, hugging each other tightly.
Rick leans down to whisper, “shouldn’t he be embracing you like that?”
“I have Bradley to make up for it.”
“But-”
“Quiet, Rick.”
Your brother raises his arms, backing away.
They release one another and Pete walks closer towards you two. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“I knew it would be you who would break the curse and get the scary beast to become a fluff ball again.”
“Ah.”
“No more talking.” Nick pushes himself between you two. “We have a celebration to plan.”
“We do?” You ask.
“Yep.”
“Like what?”
“The reunion of our people, a potential courtship, and the celebration of Bradley’s birthday.”
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“What you just said there, you know the thing about a potential courtship?”
“Oh,” he lets out a soft chuckle, “you mean that thing? That’s a- that’s nothing,” he quickly adds trying to brush it off.
“It’s not nothing if you felt the need to mention it,” you point out.
The surprised look on his face lets you know he's been caught.
The snickers from your brothers, Pete and Leonard around you don’t help him either.
“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” Nick tells him.
“We all know you’re lying. And you’ve missed my voice,” Leonard teases him.
Marcus shakes his head.
Part of him feels as though he shouldn’t have mentioned it now, like maybe Nick should have waited but the other part of him was just too excited to hold it in any longer.
He hasn’t felt this way in a long time and he’s going to bask in every moment for as long as he can which is probably why he quickly added the word, potential.
He glances down at you once more and the look on your face tells him otherwise.
Dare he say, you’re happy at the thought of being in a courtship with him? If not that, then he’s putting too much thought into it but, he knows you.
He can’t hold back any longer and takes a step forward, cupping your cheek before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips, slowly deepening until he pulls away for air.
For you, it was more than enough in that moment… until your siblings let out fake gagging noises behind you.
Everyone takes their time returning to the village, wanting to use every moment to rekindle and rebuild relationships that have… been on hold.
The last few to take their leave is your family, only after giving you long hugs, muttering kind remarks while your second oldest brother makes jokes.
-
You turn to the side and find familiar faces.
Sam and Carole watch all of you with happy smiles on their faces.
The warlock guides the woman closer to the forest before they disappear.
To this day, you still don’t know if what you saw was real or not.
-
A few months later you and Nick are engaged, the weddings coming up faster than you realize.
Bradley runs around the hallways with Chip, their laughter bringing a sense of peace for you and your fiancé.
“Hello,” he says, reaching for your hand as he kisses your knuckles.
“It’s never going away, is it?”
He chuckles. “I happen to find that to be very rude you know. I’ve been working on this for a long time,” he pets his mustache.
“I know,” you nod. “It was there the same time I was here, maybe longer.”
“And it's here to stay.” He pauses, his lips tugging upwards into a playful smirk. “How would you feel about Bradley having one when he’s older?”
“Did that curse take away your brain too?”
He scoffs, “I’m serious.”
“So am I.” You sigh, “I don’t think he’ll follow in your footsteps.”
The boys come rushing up the stairs, coming to a halt before they could run into either of you.
“Mama, look.”
Your left eye twitches. “Oh, how fun. Please make sure your mustaches are off before dinner.”
They nod and take off.
You turn to him, narrowing your eyes at his pathetic excuse of hiding his amusement. “You are evil.”
“I am not. He got that idea all on his own.”
“He is your son.” You turn and walk away, feeling that enough was said and he would understand.
“I thought he was ours?”
“Until that mustache is off, you’re claiming him.”
He grumbles under his breath, whispering his sons name. “Bradley. Bradley.”
-
A few months later you and Nick are officially married and during the big dance, Pete and Penny announce their courtship (which was no surprise) before the night was over.
Tom found himself a nice young woman, Sarah, who is his current business partners sister.
They settle down in town so they’re close to family and for him to be able to continue with his business.
Rick met a nice young woman, Antoinette while he went to the neighboring village to get a new saddle for his horse, Wood (gifted to him by your husband).
Charlotte wants to go off and live the life your mother couldn’t, travel and share her art skills with the world, not quite ready to settle down yet… until a year later when she returned home engaged to a man named Adam.
By that time, you had your first daughter, Sydney-Carole (named after your mother and Bradley’s). He was so happy to hold his little sister, always careful and sitting somewhere since he was still a small child.
Pete and Penny married shortly after your second daughter; Aline was born.
Tom and Sarah moved a few towns away when she became pregnant with their second child.
Right around that time, Rick and Antoinette decided it was time to go to back to her hometown when she got word of her sick father.
Charlotte and Adam stay in the same house as your father, helping him and selling her art until he passes.
By the time Bradley and Chip were thirteen, Sydney-Carole becoming an energetic eight-year-old, and Aline barely turning five; it was a big surprise when you found out you were pregnant again, this time birthing a boy, Phillipe.
Nick was happy to hear that there was finally gonna be another Bradshaw boy in family.
Bradley was happy that he would be able to have someone he could pass off his “wisdom” too (a thought he got from his father).
-
As you watch the kids run around in the garden, you can’t help but wonder how different things could have been had you not asked for that rose and realize, you wouldn’t trade anything in the world to not be where you are now.
Nick exits the back and stands beside you, enjoying the sight of all the children playing together while you bask in the peace of knowing that this is what your papa would have wanted.
All his grown children still having monthly dinners so that parents could bond and chat while the children play.
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Touch starved pilots of your choice cuddling their s/o headcanons
characters written: pete 'maverick' mitchell, nick 'goose' bradshaw, tom 'iceman' kazansky, ron 'slider' kerner, leonard 'wolfman' wolfe, rick 'hollywood' neven, beau 'cyclone' simpson, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, jake 'hangman' seresin, natasha 'phoenix' trace, robert 'bob' floyd, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, reuben 'payback' fitch
sfw, but cut for length. enjoy!
Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell:
depends on what age you're thinking!
if it's young!mav, he's probably just a liiiitle reluctant to let himself relax sometimes
he's sort of got his tough guy persona, and he's not used to dropping it, so when you get him alone he tries messing around at first
whether that's a few too many kisses, or a pinch to your side, he guards himself a bit before letting himself go
but when he does, oh, he's like a little kitten !
he lets you run your hands through his gelled hair (gross)
and it gets all misshapen and spiky
he probably just melts when you pet his hair like that, and he'll be snoozing on your chest in no time
now older!mav is definitely less of a tough nut to crack
he probably initiates the cuddling in the first place, he nudges you over to the bed and lays himself on top of you to crush you
you can push at his chest and splutter all you want, but he's made his choice on where he's going to lay, and it's on you
he likes holding you, but he wants to be face-to-face, so you can brush noses and bump foreheads
he probably tries sooo hard to stay awake so that he can soak in the time you're spending together but peepaw definitely crashes like 10 minutes in
Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw:
he also likes to be face to face!
buuut not for the same sweet reason as mav
he just wants to itch you with his mustache
he likes nipping at you too, he bites your nose to make you laugh
you won't be getting any sleep when you cuddle with goose, he just wants to talk and laugh and hold you the entire time
it's not a period of time to wind down, it's a big laugh-fest
and god FORBID you try to get up to pee
“Nick, I have to go.” / “Sorry, honey. I can’t let go. I think my hand’s stuck.” / “NICK!!”
Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky
he’s another one who probably has just a bit of trouble letting his guard down
he’ll cuddle with you no doubt, but he’ll probably always keep you in his lap or have some sort of upper hand in the embrace
it takes a while before he’s ready to be held himself
when he does finally give in it's so soft and sweet :')
he's had a really hard day and he comes home with his eyes drooping
you've planned a movie night but he doesn't even look like he could sit through an episode of a tv show
so you lead him to bed instead, and tell him you're sleepy, cause he won't 'ruin' the night by admitting that he is
you ask to play with his hair and he lets you, but he's not sure why 'cause you just said you were tired??
you basically have to trick him into being held but once his head is on your chest and your hands are in his hair he's gone.
he ends up mumbling something all sleepy and groggy like 'mm, that's nice' and his eyes are half shut and he's so endearingly tired :')
he wants you to do it all the time now, I'd say it's about 50/50 whether you fall asleep holding him or he falls asleep holding you
Ron 'Slider' Kerner:
slider's a big boy!!!!!!!
he's big and tall and muscly, the perfect cuddle buddy
he's probably more inclined to hold than be held
but he likes it when you face him so you can wrap your arms around his back :')
he probably likes it when he's able to bury his face in your neck/shoulder/against the top of your head
like he always wants his face snuggled in somewhere warm and nice smelling
and it just so happens his chest is an excellent place to get lost yourself
so you most of the time just nuzzle right into each other and get to snoozin'
i think he'd talk real soft, too, he'd murmur against your ear while you're drifting off, probably boring you to sleep with technical details of his flights but just before you crash for the night he slips in a little 'i love you, honey' and <33333
Leonard 'Wolfman' Wolfe:
he's a loser for his partner it has to be said
almost as teasing as nick is but not quite
he'll let you fall asleep he just wants to talk to you AllTheTime because he LovesYouSoMuch
he's a chatterbox and you'll be lucky if you get to sleep at a decent hour
he really likes it when you lay your head on his chest
'cause he likes playing with your hair and your face :]
sometimes he'll just use you as a little stress toy and squeeze your cheeks and pinch your nose and poke at your forehead
always making silly little jokes and telling you all about his day
down to, like, every comment one of his friends made...
'and then slider said he was gonna kill him but hollywood ran, so then they were just chasing each other around and iceman said-' / 'babe.. can we sleep? please?' / 'oh! right, sorry baby.'
Rick 'Hollywood' Neven
listen there's a reason he and wolfman get along so well
they're BOTH teases!!!
cuddling with hollywood is not really relaxing, because he's always pinching your sides or putting his nasty cold feet all over you, or pretending to knock you out by fake-punching you a bunch
you're just laying there and he's 'punching' your stomach, making fake punch sounds with his mouth, and if you push him away he'll pretend you've absolutely knocked him out, tumbling down onto the mattress with this dramatic thump and closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out of his mouth like he's a dead cartoon character 😭
he's like a dog you have to get his energy out before trying to rest with him or he just Won't Rest
when you DO get him sleepy, though, he's kinda incoherent when he's tired, so you'll be cuddled up together, maybe you're scratching his back, maybe he's playing with your hair, and he's just sort of mumbling nonsense until he finally drifts off to sleep
Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson:
will not be held
sorry! not happening
he's just so big and beefy and authoritative that he doesn't much enjoy being coddled
he loves cuddling with you though, he gets very relaxed just laying with you
he's a casual toucher, i think, so you can rest your head on his shoulder at the airport, you can hold his hand at restaurants, whether that be over or under the table, he lets you hang all over him however you want
he's not super into in-your-face PDA, though, so you'll have to be polite and considerate about it
actually in bed though, under the blankets at night?
he's so much more cuddly than you'd expect
he wraps his big strong arms around you and tugs you close and lets you melt all over him <33
your favorite place to lay your head is probably his chest 'cause it's so broad and firm and nice <3
he's a good back rubber so cuddles are always soft and cozy and sleepy
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw:
lord he's a cuddler
he's just a touchy guy, because he's probably gone without it for a significant amount of time so now that he's got you he's gonna enjoy it
big big big on pda, doesn't really care who sees
so that means cuddling in public, too
perfectly content to sit by the beach with you in his lap all cuddled back into his chest he doesn't care if anyone teases him
but back in bed he's a sucker for head scratches
if you have long-ish nails, enough to scratch at his scalp, he'll literally melt over you like an ice cream cone
his limbs go all gooey and he flops his head down on your chest, groaning and grunting while you scratch through his hair
he really enjoys sleeping on top of you, whether that be fully chest-to-chest 'you're suffocating me' cuddling or just an arm thrown over your stomach while he lays on his own
he likes being held, too, but probably prefers to hold unless he's having a hard day
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin:
big boy!! surprisingly fond of being held for everything we know about him
that cocky demeanor does not last under the sheets
he adores holding you, of course, he'll wrap his big arms around you and cradle your head to his chest
he probably plays with your hair, looooves it when you tangle your legs up with his own
he prefers if you talk to him rather than him talk to you if you're cuddling
cause he likes the sound of your voice and he loves hearing about your day
he tries to listen so attentively to what you're saying, but if you're taking a little too long telling him about that batty old customer that had visited the shop you work at today, his eyes are going to slowly start to droop and he's gonna let out a big ol yawn that means it's time for him to close his eyes
you always cut yourself off like 'sorry, jake. g'head, go to sleep'
and he insists you continue like 'nooo darlin' i wanna hear! keep going :]' except within two minutes he's dozing against the pillow while you talk about the old lady again
he's a simple man just talk soft and slow to him while snuggled up in his arms and he's gonna sleep no matter what you're telling him
Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace:
she really likes laying face-to-face with you!!
she's a fan of spooning, of course, she likes either burying her face in your back or letting you snuggle into hers
but she loves the intimacy that comes from being pretty much nose-to-nose with you
the type to lay there and chat with you mere inches away so that you're leaning in to kiss her all giggly and bashful every four seconds
she uses your cuddle time to tell you all about her teammates, what stupid shit jake said today, how bob almost tripped down the stairs, that fanboy's got a new girlfriend who wants to meet you, etc etc etc
but that means when you see them next you know all of the hot gossip about everyone and you giggle every time jake says something dumb and he's like WHAT.. WHAT IS IT.. WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME.. and you give nat this little ;) 'cause you'll definitely be talking shit about him later
she does this thing where she cradles the back of your head in her hand if you're face to face and she throws her leg over your waist and it gives you such intense butterflies that you need to close your eyes sometimes <3333
Robert 'Bob' Floyd:
cuddlebug <3
he loooves cuddling but if you do it face-to-face he's gonna need to be super close to you because he can't see without his glasses 😭
i'm taking like nose-to-nose so close that you have to cross your eyes to see him
otherwise he's pretty chill in what positions he likes
you love it when he reads to you
i think he might not be the most confident reader out loud but he does it anyways 'cause it puts you to sleep
he gets really sleepy really easily so sometimes it's best to refrain from cuddling in public
like you're out on the beach by a firepit and you're all snuggled up together but oops he can't enjoy his smores because he's sleeping on your shoulder
he loves it when you lay your head on his shoulder sm :'))
he wraps his arm around you and tugs you closer <3
Javy 'Coyote' Machado:
prefers holding to being held
probably a little less talkative than the rest, but that doesn't mean you never chat
he just has this insane ability to fall asleep anywhere, i'm talking slumped against the bus window, leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground, piloting his aircraft sorry
he likes staring at you, though, while he falls asleep :')
if you're talking to him he'll listen and nod and hum along and agree when he should, he's a very good listener
but slowly he'll start to fade a bit, and he'll sling his hand over your waist, smush his face into the pillow, and keep listening for as long as he can
slooooowly you start getting less responses from him, he's not reacting as much, but his eyes are always locked onto your face and he's got this lazy little smile on his face while he drifts off to sleep 'cause he gets to look at you the whole time :')
loverboy!!
Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia:
the most talkative in the whole wide world
cuddling with him is barely even cuddling, it's watching him act out his entire day
'and then payback went like this and- BAM! shot it down.'
and he's up on his knees in the middle of the bed with his arms out demonstrating exactly how they'd worked through their training exercises that day
and he is loud and energetic and you're half-asleep like 'that sounds awesome, babe.'
he isn't one to stay in one place really, he likes tossing and turning a bit before he falls asleep which means that you are also going to be tossed and turned
he's a really shifty sleeper too so you'll wake up with your face in his armpit
if you're really sleepy though, he'll settle down, he'll pull you into his chest and let you fall asleep there
but he'll probably be on his phone for a bit, he strikes me as a crazy night owl
Reuben 'Payback' Fitch:
out in two seconds
there is no conscious cuddling with him
why?
because the second his head hits the pillow he's snoring
you can cuddle up to him but if he's cuddling up to you he's doing it in his sleep
you're actually so jealous of him bc you lay down for the night and he tucks his chin over your head or he snuggles his face into your neck and that's it.
he's out.
he's a clingy sleeper, though, so if you wanna read for a bit or use your phone it might be kind of hard
honestly it really helps your sleep schedule to sleep with him 'cause sometimes he's entirely wrapped around you and you can't move
so there's nothing to do but sleep yourself
he's like a living furnace i KNOW that man runs hot
you probably wake up sweating a bunch if you're all snuggly with him
blanket stealer. he somehow manages to tear them off of the end of the bed where they're tucked in and cocoon himself
and then you wake up freezing cold
when i said he snores i mean it he snores loud
it's sort of comforting eventually? like at first it drives u insane
but over time you come to rely on it as white noise and you can't sleep unless he's all over you snoring right in your ear and drooling on your shoulder
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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.
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“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.”
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Day 10: Blood In The Water
Pairings: Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw x sister!reader, Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader
Synopsis: What would have happened if it was you, Ice’s RIO, in that flat spin instead of Goose?
Warnings: mentions of death, panic attacks, crying, fainting, engine failure & plane crashes.
Note: wouldn’t mind expanding on this one after whumptober if people are interested
Word count: 1.3k
“Come on, Mav!” You called from behind Ice. The two of you were currently flying right behind Maverick, the arrogant pilot having cut you off to get a shot on the bogey. After many attempts, he was unsuccessful and now refusing to move to let you and Iceman get the shot. He was too close to get a proper shot lined up. The pissing contest between the two was really starting to get out of hand. “Get the hell out of there!”
With a roll of your eyes, you gave up on yelling at your brother's best friend and spoke to Ice instead. After little encouragement from you, it was his turn to yell at Maverick. “Mav! Come off high right,” You grinned, ready for Ice to make the shot. However, Mav insisted that he only needed five more seconds. “Come off high right, Mav. I’m in.” Everything seemed to be going fine. You and Ice were about to make the shot, putting you on top of the scoreboard.
But in the blink of an eye, everything went to hell.
“I’m off. Shit!” Maverick hissed, quickly pulling up and to the right. For a second, you were elated. This was the point that would put you over the edge. You were seconds away from winning the Top Gun trophy. That was before your stomach dropped and you realized what exactly was happening.
You froze, eyes screwed shut as you screamed at Ice. “We’re in his jet wash!” Distantly, you heard Ice curse in front of you. Your head was pounding against your skull, horror surging through your veins. The only thing you could do was hope that Ice could pull you out of it. This was not good. You peeled your eyes open when you heard a sensor going off. “Shit! We’ve got a flame out, Ice!” More sensors went off as your jet continued to spiral. “Engine one is out! Engine two is out!”
It was then that you heard the words you never wanted to hear from your pilot. He called your name in a rush. “I’m losing control, I’m losing control!” The panic in his voice was unlike anything you had ever heard before. “I ca- I can’t control it! It won’t recover!” He cussed again as the jet spun uncontrollably through the air.
You looked up with tears in your eyes, watching the view from the canopy switch from the dark ocean below to the bright blue sky. “We’re out of control! This is not good!” Before you could stop it, a sob bubbled out of your chest. It wasn’t often that you cried, and you knew that Ice needed you to be level-headed, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were about to die.
When Ice heard you crying behind him, it was as if something clicked in his mind. Suddenly, you stopped spinning. Now your jet was headed straight for the ocean. As a kid, you loved the water; splashing around in it with your brother. Now? Not so much. Through heavy breaths, you blinked sluggishly. Everything felt funny. Your head became fuzzy, it was harder to breathe and you felt sick to your stomach.
And then everything went dark.
In front of you, Ice was focused on pulling the two of you out of the flat spin. The two of you were going to make it through this. He was sure of it.
Only one hundred meters away, Goose watched, helpless as his baby sister and her pilot spun out of control. He would never tell Maverick this, but if there was one person that he was confident could recover from a flat spin, it was Iceman. When you had followed Goose to the academy only a few years after him, needless to say, he was worried. He was even more worried when you were paired with the infamous Iceman. After all, you were his baby sister. Nick Bradshaw would lay his life down to protect you. And everyone knew that.
One night, only a few days after you and Iceman had been paired up, Goose approached the cocky pilot that he considered his friend. Regardless of the fact that some would have assumed that Goose was really questioning Ice’s skill, Ice knew that your brother was simply looking out for you. And that was something that he could understand. That night, your pilot had promised to protect you with his life. If he could help it, no harm would ever come to you.
A few months later, Goose met Maverick. Even though Mav wasn’t at the academy, the two grew inseparable almost instantly. You had met Mav many times before being reunited with the pilot at Top Gun, however, he had never met your pilot. When you walked into the first class only a few weeks ago, Maverick’s jaw dropped at the sight of you strutting in with Iceman’s arm thrown over your shoulders. Needless to say, he was a bit jealous.
Maverick was never a religious man. But now, even he was praying that Ice could pull this off. Right now, his ego didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for saving you and Iceman. Did he like the pilot? No. Did that mean that he wanted to watch him crash into the ocean? Hell no. Especially not if it meant you were going with him. You and Goose were the only family he had left. He wasn’t about to lose you.
“Mayday! Mayday! Ice is in trouble!” Simultaneously, Maverick and Goose’s jaws dropped. They both watched Ice pull off a miracle. Your jet was no longer spinning out of control. Instead, it was rising steadily. Even over the coms, they could hear Ice breathe a sigh of relief. But they weren't quite done yet. The next step was getting all four of you back to land without another incident.
Back on land, you were lying on the tarmac, out cold with Ice, Mav, and your brother hovering protectively over you. Ever so slowly, you blinked your eyes open, gasping quietly at the sight of the three aviators hovering over you. You only had a second to process what was happening before Goose collapsed onto you, clinging to you for dear life. There was a small smile on your face as you hugged him back.
Ice and Maverick sat back on their heels and made eye contact. Where there normally would have been anger or disdain, there was now thankfulness and understanding. A nod was shared between the two. And then your brother was launching himself at Iceman. Chuckling at the sight of your pilot's shocked face, you sat up slowly with the help of Mav. Ice shot a dazzling smile at you from over your brother’s shoulder and patted his back in reassurance.
“Thank you,” Goose pulled back, his expression as serious as you had ever seen it. “Thank you so much for keeping her safe.” Everyone’s expressions became sombre at the reality of what could have happened. Ice only nodded at your brother.
You were the next to hug him, falling into his arms and sniffling into his chest. His strong arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you anchored to the ground, to him. You could have sworn you heard him sniffle, but no one else ever had to know. When you sniffled again, holding him tighter, he rocked the two of you back and forth. And neither your brother, nor Maverick, needed to know that he pressed a delicate kiss to your temple seconds later.
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- Top gun, 1986, right after Iceman did his chomp thing at Maverick -
Goose: Mav. Why did you lock Ice in the bathroom stall?
Maverick: Because he growled at me.
Iceman: Open the fucking door, Mitchell!
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ice, glaring mav dead in the eye, Disappointed Face on full blast: you were irresponsible, flagrant with the rules, and jesus, mav, you acted like a fucking child-
mav, nodding solemnly: yessir
*twenty minutes later*
goose, sighing and shaking his head: you didn’t hear a single goddamn word, did you?
mav, also sighing, but dreamily, as he imagines the look on ice’s face: nope
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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞
pairing: nick goose bradshaw x reader
nick has been away from home for a while, and receives a very warm welcome home from you.
warnings; smut 18+ only, afab!reader, dry sex, cum play, silly goose (i love him), tit worship
word count; 1.8K
disclaimer; I heard the sentence 'I'd be happy to find a girl and talk dirty to her' and went (absolutely feral) with it!
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Soft, warm sunlight flitted in through opened windows. The rustic kitchen was bathed in an orange glow, as you moved across wooden floors. The long day had finally started to fade to evening, and the cooler air felt welcome on your skin.
It had been an unusually hot day, and your body was only covered by a plain black, ribbed leotard. You knew it was your boyfriend's favorite, in part because ‘it shows off the girls, honey!’ and in part because ‘your hips and thighs in those high cuts makes a man want to do sinful things’. Goose’s words, verbatim.
Sighing sadly, the longing seemed to be reverberating deep within your bones. Nick had only been away for a couple of days for some stint with Mav, but God you missed him already. You knew he wouldn’t have access to a phone, and he’d been unsure of when he’d been able to come home to you.
So you spent the days trying to keep occupied, helping the sweet old lady next door with her gardening and keeping her company for a cup of coffee as she told you scandalously about the other old woman down the street. Her son had been caught for tax fraud, apparently.
After assuring her Nick paid all his taxes, and promising to spread the gossip along to your boyfriend (he had unfortunately become old Mrs. Baxter’s favorite gossip partner after he had whole-heartedly engaged in a 30 minute conversation, being just the right amount of outraged, according to Mrs. Baxter), you had headed home with a smile on your face. Which was how you found yourself getting some chores done, washing up the dishes you’d left since yesterday, de-cluttering and vacuuming (which was when you rid yourself of your jean shorts).
A glass of water in hand, you heaved a deep sigh as you glanced through the open window, the curtains fluttering slightly with the breeze. Distantly, you could hear a car approaching, not thinking much of it until you heard it come to a stop, and the distinct sound of a door slamming shut. You barely had time to put your glass down before you heard Nick’s tell-tale happy-noise, something that had bewildered you at first, but now only warmed your heart and put a big grin on your face.
“Goose!” you’d run towards the front door, and sure enough, the vision of your tall, hawaiian shirt clad man stood before you.
“Aw, fuck, honey!” Nick’s beautiful brown eyes looked almost pained as they roamed over your body. “You know what this does to a man,” a giggle fell from your lips as Goose unceremoniously dropped his duffle bag to his feet before moving over to you - that small mischievous smirk you loved so much adorning his lips. His knuckles trailed down your bare arm as you tilted your head up to look at him.
“Mm, what does it do, Nicky?” another weakness of his. He’d told you in his sternest voice that this weakness was strictly classified Honey knowledge only. A soft groan left Goose at your soft tone, eyes playful as you leaned into his touch.
“Honeyy,” there was definitely a whine in there somewhere “it drives a man insane!” he grinned as he drew another soft giggle from you, the hand that was not trailing up and down your arm now coming to grab at your waist, large palm splayed over the fabric. Leaning up, you couldn’t resist claiming his lips with yours, having longed to feel them pressed against yours for too long.
“Missed you, Nicky,” your breathless whine had Goose tightening his hold on you, arms winding around your midsection to keep you pressed to his chest as his lips strayed from your lips to your jawline, leaving a trail down to your clavicle.
“Hi, girls,” the relieved tone as Nick palmed at your tits had you balking before you swiftly landed a soft slap to his shoulder “Goose!” he chuckled but didn’t stop his ministrations, kneading the soft flesh and sporadically pinching your nipples through the thin fabric. Letting your head tip back, a soft moan flew past parted lips.
“I could tell they missed me, honey… had to check up on ‘em,” Nick murmured teasingly against your neck. For a moment, you thought a scoff might make its appearance from you, but Goose chose that moment to latch on to the soft and sensitive flesh below your ear, right as he rolled your nipple between skilled fingers - which turned the scoff into a loud and needy moan instead.
“Atta honey.. so good for me,” hushed voice, husky in your ear had your eyelids fluttering shut as Goose started leading you towards the sofa. He stalled for a moment, letting brown eyes search yours, a thoughtful look upon his features before he decided “Honey, I’m gonna disconnect the phone.” laughter rang out in the glowing red light of your living room, and Goose smirked as he made his way towards your phone.
The swiftness with which your boyfriend lost his jeans and button-up on his way back to you was astounding, only leaving your touch for a moment or two before his arms embraced you again. Turning the two of you, he nudged a knee in between your thighs to spread them before he sat down, bringing you with him to straddle his lap.
Goose was now only clad in a loose fitting pair of boxers, which you noticed were already tenting. As he slowly grabbed your hips and fully lowered you onto his lap, you gasped softly at the feel of his hard length against your core - arousal flooding your very being from the way he held you. Rolling your hips experimentally resulted in a low groan from your boyfriend, his fingers tightening their hold on you.
Labored and shallow breathing echoed through the otherwise silent house, Goose’s hands now guiding and grinding you down on his now rock hard cock. Your hands gripped at broad shoulders, forehead falling down to rest against Nicks, lips chasing his as they met in an open mouthed frenzy.
“Nicky!” you whimpered out as the head of his cock strained against his boxers, hard against the opening of your clothed core, where he ground hard trying to seek the pleasure of your welcoming heat.
“S’okay honey, Nicky’s got you babe, I’m here,” his voice was strained from the way your cunt tried in vain to clench around him, his tip just reaching deep enough to feel your attempts at getting him deeper despite the barrier of your clothes. Bringing his arms around your back, he guided your head to his shoulder, his lips pressing into your hot skin as his palm splayed over your lower back and ass. Rutting up into you, he pressed you down at the same time as his grip on your hip guided you against his length.
“Feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’” his moan caressed your skin, the thickness of his length now adding delicious pressure to your clit. Glancing between your bodies, you saw the bulge of his tip in his boxers, and the wet patch that had spread across it. A loud, needy moan fell from you, and you were grasping at Goose’s neck now, desperately needing to feel him closer.
“Need you, Goose– please, need you,” whimpering, you ground more desperately into him now, hips rolling down hard to feel more of him.
“Shh, honey, we ain’t in a rush,” strong hands stilled your hips, gently detaching you from where you sat leaned on his chest. Soft lips pressed against yours, and you needily tried to deepen it, nipping at his lower lip, desperate to feel his tongue on you.
“Baby…” his tone was warning, but his touch soft as he splayed one hand on your sternum, the other guiding your arms away from his neck. He guided your hands so they were grasping behind you at his knees, his palm pressing your chest away from him.
“Fuck, honey…” Goose groaned low in his throat, the sound emitting a whimper from you, brows knitted together as you hesitantly tried canting your hips in your new position. “That’s it honey, fuck yourself on my cock, needy little thing,” you knew Nick liked talking dirty, but this had your mouth falling open, head falling backwards as you kept your pace - again and again dragging your cunt along Goose’s length.
Reaching down, Nick grabbed at his clothed cock, guiding it to put pressure on your clit before slipping it towards your entrance, bucking slightly as he found it. The knuckle of his thumb dragged against your clit as he rubbed his straining head as far as it could go into you, desperate and high pitched moans leaving you as he started moving his thumb slightly.
“Please, Nicky!” Goose only groaned, using his forefinger to slip the wet material of your body to the side, fucking his cock just a little deeper into your sensitive hole. Brown eyes had been transfixed on your cunt, but now roamed your body on display for him, landing on your heaving chest, eliciting another deep moan from your lover.
Reaching up, he swiftly yanked the straps down to free your breasts, hands and mouth latching on to them as you continued rocking against him. Warm tongue and rough mustache created an overwhelming sensation as Nick suckled at your nipple, palming roughly at your other breast.
“O-oh, Nick - I’m–” your orgasm built fast, and had snuck up on you as Goose loved your body.
“Give it to me, baby, let me have it,” Goose grunted against your tits, and it was all the encouragement you needed as you cried out, hips rutting faster to get you there.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum so hard on your cock, Nicky” you knew your boyfriend liked it when you talked dirty back to him, and the moan he released at your words was enough to send you hurtling over the edge, a blinding orgasm having you mindlessly moaning, thighs quivering on either side of your boyfriends’, only vaguely aware of Nick’s hands palming hard at your tits.
Harsh breaths and grunts met your ears as you came down slightly from your high, and looking down between your bodies, Nick’s straining cock appeared and disappeared between your folds as Goose fucked into you. Moaning softly at the sight, you let your hands leave their place to tangle into the short hair at the nape of your boyfriend's neck as you whimpered “Coat me with your cum, Goose,”. Whilst you weren’t as well versed in dirty talk as your boyfriend it seemed to work as Goose came hard with a long moan, his white spend spreading and leaking out of his boxers and on to your swollen clit.
Lazily, he rutted his hips, spreading his cum over your pussy, drawing soft moans from you as his lips found yours in soft kisses. Chests heaving, you let your fingers card through his blonde hair, as warmth filled your chest.
“Welcome home, stud,” Goose smiled against your lips as he held you close to his chest again.
“And what a welcome it was, honey!”
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TOP GUN FIC RECS 2!
top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently
this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.
F: fluff A: angst S: smut
𖥻 - series /multi part
BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW
F: monday to friday by @wildbornsiren
a week of interacting with rooster and the one day he asks you out.
F: like father like son by @chaostheoryy
rooster worries that he will face the same fate as his father.
F: lover by @hangmans-girl
you reminisce the beginnings of your loving family
F: torture by @make-me-imagine
you make a bet with rooster and till he wins, no kissing.
F: impact by @priceof-freedom
the last thing you expected was getting a football to the head by the man you had been shooting heart eyes at
F: career day by @dearestdaffodils 𖥻
bradley's a decorated naval aviator and you're an elementary teacher.
A: happier by @wannabeschyulersister
despite having broken up, all you want for bradley is for him to be happy.
F + A: the arrangement by @croimilis
when you were 18, you and rooster made an agreement that you will always be the other's plus one to any event. years later, you need a date to a wedding and bradley lives up to the arrangement.
A: peace out by @undiscovered-horizon
bradley's patience is run thin when your ex-boyfriend shows up at the hard deck.
F: eyes without face by @zstrn
a day well spent with your family at the beach.
A: half a heart by @halsteadsbradshaw
following your break up with rooster, you and rooster struggle to live without each other
F: his f-18, his bronco, his favorite sports teams and you by @starlightval
you list the things that rooster loves and he corrects you
F + A: big fat fuckin' mistake by @shaded-echoes
you have been keeping a toddler shaped secret from rooster for years when you're called back to lemoore, only for him to uncover the truth
S: i think i might love you by @stranger-nightmare
hangman loves you but you love rooster
F + A: inconceivable! by @rolycolysficrecs
having told that you were inconceivable at 17, you were led to believe that you would never have children. it is up to you to then decide between your miracle baby and the man you loved.
JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN
F + A: couldn't really stay away by @typical-simplelove
not matter how much he tries, jake can't seem to stay away from you.
F + A: the gallows by @strangerstuffandthingsimagines
your past comes back to haunt you as you overcome your fear of the inevitable
F + A: heartfirst by @etherealperrie 𖥻
you visit phoenix while she's based in san diego, only to find out that an old partner of yours is stationed there too. throw in a cocky blonde and you're in a whirl of emotions.
F + A: all this time by @phoenixbby
you and hangman are stranded in the cold, only having each other as you wait for rescue to be dispatched.
F + A: vexation by @siempre-bucky
you and hangman do not get along. what happens when the hate blurs into love?
F + A: who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings
hangman finds you hurt and bruised at the hard deck, his protective side kicks in and he's determined to ensure your safety.
F + A: happily ever after by @daughterofthereaper02
jake is your childhood best friend. friends, that's all you would ever be, right?
F + A: make him wait by @powerfulruler 𖥻
jake seresin is not a patient man. for you? he's willing to wait eternity.
A: a little out of the ordinary by @mayhem24-7forever
you think that jake could never love you that way while jake thinks the same.
F: hey pretty girl by @callsign-marlie
the five times jake calls you pretty girl and the one time he uses it on another
F + A: until him by @lordabovehelpme
you didn't know what love felt like till you met hangman
F + A: see you soon by @sunnysidevans
you cross paths with hangman once again. will you make it work this time?
F: country girl, shake it for me by @nomtterwhere
hangman brings you back to his hometown and shows you a side of him top gun never saw
F + A: this love by @roosterscock
admiral kazansky's health is declining and you move back home to spend the last days of your father's life with him
S: loud and clear by @theonetrueneohero
hangman, your brother's best friend, is off limits
F: muddy trails by @katcoquette
a day in the woods with the ever adventurous hangman
ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD
F: the six times you met bob floyd in school and the one time you didn't by @lt-natrace
bob's neice is a student in your class and you're enamored by her equally charming uncle
F + A: the five stages of falling in love by @imjess-themess
you go through the five stages of gried as you fall in love with bob
F + S: morning after by @mothdruid
you spend the night with bob, not knowing who each other really are
F: tense by @bippot
bob is just too tense.
F + A: sweet home alabama by @3tabbiesandalab
all you ever wanted was for bob to be successful, even at the expense of your only chance at happiness
F: we'll never have sex by @floyd-luvr
while sat by the fire, you and bob share a sweet moment
TOM 'ICEMAN' KAZANSKY
F: that’s him..that’s the man I’m going to marry. by @redmenacehorned
as you watch tom recieve his well-deserved award, you are convinced that he is the man you are going to marry
F + S: something to remember me by by @callsignthirsty
ice is worried he won't return and wants to leave you with something to remember him by
F: crash and burn by @callsign-dragonbaron
none of the other pilots know that iceman has a partner. he watches from afar as his fellow aviators try to hit on you and fail terribly.
F: tom is finer by @krmy2386
pete doesn't treat you like you deserve and tom is willing to change that
S: steamy by @callsignbob
tom kazansky gets on your nerves. what better to relieve the tension than hate sex?
S: fatal attraction by @hotgirlmav
ice knows that you're so wrong for him. so wrong that you're absolutely right.
NICK 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW
A: that photo of us by @heywheresemily
bradley sifts through old family photos, finding one of his father and a familiar woman
F: the perfect weekend by @focusedarrow
you and goose go behind your brother's back
F: i do by @callsign-rockstar
on your wedding day, goose has one last thing to say 'i do' to
F: gremlins by @duchesstypewriter
bradley wakes up in a flurry from a nightmare, you and goose ensure him that there are no gremlins hiding out
F: imagine goose comforting you after an argument by @spinningwebsandtales
MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA
F: don't drop my baby by @callsign-squints
the dagger squad meet baby garcia for the very first time
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watching topgun maverick ruined my life, before that movie i could've grown up to be the president for all we know, now im just a whore
#topgun#topgun maverick#top gun#top gun maverick#rooster#bradley bradshaw#jake seresin#hangman#maverick#pete mitchell#goose#nick bradshaw#rooster imagine#hangman imagine#miles teller#glenn powell
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Princess Treatment
summary: moments in your relationship with rooster where you give him the princess treatment.
pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.
warnings: none, but this is an 18+ blog.
a/n: independent gf x princess treatment bf trope is cute but i present to you independent bf x princess treatment gf. fluff. this is for my fellow bradley girlies!!
word count: 1.4k
read the epilogue of princess treatment here.
something ‘bout you masterlist.
Not only did Bradley inherit his father’s ruggedly handsome looks, but he had also developed his manners as well. And so, being a gentleman was what Bradley prided himself on—because it was a direct reflection of his father.
When he first met you, he made sure to that keep up–treating you like royalty just as Goose did with Carole.
There was nothing Bradley didn’t do for you. You needed a ride? He’ll pick you up. It’s raining? Don’t even think about stepping on that wet cement, because he’s carrying you.
And Bradley’s not sure when it exactly happened but along the course of your relationship, the roles began to switch. But to be fair, he should’ve known when what started as a joke, became a regular thing–you calling him baby girl.
“Oh, shit.” Bradley calls out.
It doesn’t take much for the entire car of men to pause their conversation, redirecting their attention onto Rooster’s ringing phone—which unfortunately sits on display, attached directly onto the pastel pink phone mount you bought for his car.
“Your girl is calling you.” Hangman points out the obvious.
“Yeah, No shit buddy.” Fanboy claps back from behind him.
Coyote leans in, eyes squinted at Rooster’s buzzing phone. “Cute.” he comments, referring to the contact picture he has set for you. Rooster is grinning ear to ear while you’re latched onto his bare back, sinking your canines right into his broad shoulder.
Hangman watches as Rooster’s frantic eyes are switching between the road in front of him and your incoming call.
“I got you man.”
Thinking he’s doing Rooster a favor, Hangman lunges forward to tap the green button, making sure to hit the speaker option right after, as well.
“No, wait-”
It’s too late. Rooster’s fate is sealed.
“Hey babygirl,” your bright voice rings out, hitting the ears of everyone seated inside his Bronco.
And it’s as if Bradley is stuck in a car full of elementary school children. Slowly but surely, he hears snickering coming from his right and obnoxious chortling coming from the back row.
“Honey, you’re on speaker.” Bradley speaks up, making an effort to cover up the giggling—coming from four grown men, in the background.
“Oh.” you exclaim.
“It’s alright baby, what’s up?”
“I was just calling to ask, if you wanted me to set up a bath for you?” you shly ask.
Bradley clears his throat, ignoring the various grinning faces pointed in his direction.
“Yeah, lavender bath bomb please.” he assures you.
“Okay, bye babygirl–wait—I..” you completely give up.
Bradley’s lips tug into a soft smile, envisioning the embarrassed expression you’re probably wearing right now.
Fully willing to take on the embarrassment instead, he decides to greet you goodbye too, “Bye babybear, see you at home.”
And almost immediately, everyone screams in laughter, upon hearing Bradley Bradshaw–the stoic six foot tall pilot call out the cutesy pet name in his gruff tone of voice.
From the driver’s seat, Bradley proudly soaks in the embarrassment that’s now thrown at him.
But the group of pilots makes it quite difficult for him to act unbothered. Annoyingly enough, Coyote shakes Bradley’s headrest, unable to contain himself while Payback and Fanboy cling onto each other for dear life–heaving for small pockets of air.
And worse of all Jake’s abnormally thick tears of laughter are falling onto Bradley’s shiny leather seats.
“Oh shut up, this is why you’re all single.” Bradley sneers, eyes fixed on the rear view mirror to watch everyone’s face fall flat.
“Oh come on dude.”
“Seriously?”
“That’s not funny.”
“Man..”
Upon hearing the chorus of whining and complaints, Bradley calls out to you over the phone.
“Laugh with me honey,”
Now, Hangman, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy are forced to sit silently while you and Bradley sarcastically laugh at them for the next minute and a half, as a punishment.
“Bradshaw, you need a ride?” A woman’s voice calls out for him, from across the parking lot.
Snapping his neck in search of the familiar voice, Bradley sees Phoenix through his sunglasses, waving at him—relaxed against the hood of her car.
“Nah. I’m good, you go ahead!” He yells back, politely returning her wave.
“Alright. Suit yourself!” She gives him one final wave goodbye, before throwing herself inside the vehicle.
Rooster waits until she drives past him to shoot her a goodbye nod in return. In exchange, Phoenix sends him a look of acknowledgement, before she finally drives out the lot.
And not long after Phoenix drives off, you’re pulling up in his blue Bronco.
He instantly smiles seeing you waving him over, not wasting a second to jog up to where you’re parked.
“Hi, my passenger princess,” you greet him cheerfully, watching him sit after strategically climbing inside the truck.
“You know, this is my car, right?” he puckers his mouth, waiting for a kiss.
“I’ll do you one better,” you lean over to peck his eager lips.
“You know you’re sitting in the passenger seat right?” you smirk at him.
“And do you know what that makes you, Bradley Nick Bradshaw?”
“Your passenger princess.” Bradley sighs, sullenly. You won, as always.
“That’s right, baby.” you gloat, hand slapping down on his left thigh.
“When did I end up becoming the passenger princess?” Bradley whispers, looking up towards the sky as if he’s asking for guidance from his guardian angels.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you jokingly scold, pinching at his inner thigh.
You swiftly change the topic, “Now, do you need help putting on your seatbelt?”
“No.” Bradley grumbles.
“Okay,”
You don’t give him a chance to react–already reaching over to pull the seat belt snugly over his chest, and snapping it into place.
“Now, let’s get you home, princess,” you smile, ignoring the astonished look on his face.
“You two out, we’re officially closed for the night.” Penny shoos you and Bradley towards the door.
Almost instantaneously, an idea pops up in both your heads at the exact same time.
You slowly turn your head to gauge if he has the same plan, and you’re met with the all knowing Bradley side eye—which gives you the go to dash forward first.
Bradley’s sure he’s going to make it towards the door before you, his naval training preparing him to act quickly.
But to his surprise, you’re already flying past him—determined look on your face as you reach to open the door first.
“How the fuck did you do that.” Bradley stops by the door, trying to catch his breath.
“Never underestimate the power of a gentlewoman,” you comment, holding the door open for him.
“I thought it was ladies first,” he points towards the open door.
“Technically, the lady already got here first,” you counter.
“Now, get your butt out the door, Bradshaw.”
“No,” he refuses.
“Would you two get the hell out my bar?” Penny shouts, not amused by the sight of you two still here.
Knowing you’re more stubborn than he is, Bradley stiffly walks out the door first.
You glow in satisfaction, following closely behind him, not forgetting to swat his butt in the process.
Bradley snaps his head over his shoulder, giving you a warning look.
“What?” you feign innocence, looking around to see what he’s so mad about.
“You know what.”
“C’mere baby.” you reach for Bradley, urging him to lay down on you.
“Honey, I’ll squish you like a bug.” Bradley tiredly voices the concern.
“Sounds like a great way to go out.” you tug at him, and he instantly falls right onto you.
“Long day?” you softly ask, digging your fingers into his field of curls.
“Mmhm.” Bradley can’t even bring himself to say words, too engulfed by the way your fingers expertly play with his hair—and his mind begins to wander off.
Though he loves taking care of you like how his father did with his mother, Bradley also learned to love how you looked after him in equal care. And in this moment, he wishes that they could’ve met you. They would love you almost as much as he does.
“You remind me of my dad.” Bradley gently speaks up, cheek pressed against your collar bone.
“Yeah? So I’m like Goose?” you smile, at the thought.
“Yeah. And I’m like my mom, cause my dad always treated her like a princess—just like how you do with me.” He draws the comparison.
“We’re like Goose and Carole.” you confirm.
“We’re just like Goose and Carole..” Bradley mumbles back, slowly drifting off.
“I love you, Bradley,” you whisper, catching him before he knocks out completely.
“I love you more, babybear.”
update- happy to announce that this blurb turned into a series, read more on babybear and bradley here.
thank you for reading, and as always-reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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Sneak peek for DFTBOITO
Okay kids, it’s that time again. For this imagine, I��m basing it off of two different Beauty and the Beast movies, the live action 2017 and the French version from 2014 (which I’ve loved for a few years and just recently rewatched).
What to expect: Some of the peeps from TG 86′ as “Belle’s” siblings, drama, beloved horse named Peppermint, Goose as the Beast hehe, the weather near the castle is weird, it’s a lot but gonna be an interesting one folks
Can’t forget to tag my great, good friend/ collaborator: @callmemana
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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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Goose: I told Maverick his ears turn red when he lies.
Iceman: Do they?
Goose: No.
Iceman: Then why'd you tell him that?
Goose: Because I can do this.
Goose: Hey Mav, do you have a crush on Iceman?
Maverick, covering his ears with his hands: No...
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Pain Meds
Requested: yes
Summary: After an incident during training you put your husband on bed rest until he feels better. The only problem is that the painkillers hurt his stomach.
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Mentions of death. Mentions of plane crashes. Wounds. Stitches. Pills.
Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x wife!reader
“No,” Bradley’s face was hard and impassive. You sighed. Your husband had been refusing to take his pain medication for over an hour now. A few weeks ago, Bradley had entered a flat spin. You weren’t cleared to know exactly everything that had happened but from what you had been told you knew that something had malfunctioned, causing the engine to stall which resulted in your husband entering a flat spin. The ejection had been hard; the terrain was rough and unrelenting which caused Bradley more than a few injuries. Safe to say, you were horrified. You knew about how his father died and imagining how Bradley must have been feeling in that moment broke your heart. He had been cleared from medical care a few days ago but was still on leave to give himself time to fully recover. You had put him on bed rest the second he walked through the door. Your eyes focused on Bradley again. Every now and then, you could tell when a certain move caused a jolt of pain to run through him. Yet he still refused to take his damn medication.
You let out a sigh. “Bradley please,” Practically begging him at this point, you held out the pill bottle once more. It was still mostly full after nearly a week of what was supposed to be two pills a day. “I just want you to feel better.” It killed you to see the pain that your husband was in. Knowing that he had an opportunity to help himself, to relieve the pain that he was in but refused to take it bewildered you. He sat in front of you silently, refusing to meet your eyes. With a sigh, you stood up. You set the pill bottle on the coffee table in front of his before moving to walk back into the kitchen
Bradley let out a dejected sigh. “Wait,” He called softly, halting you in your spot. You turned back to face him. His eyes were cast down onto the floor. “It’s not that I don’t want to take them,” He started softly. You made your way toward him and sat down. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it softly. His eyes drifted up to yours. “They make my stomach hurt,” He practically whined. Hearing that come from a grown man made you chuckle slightly. When Bradley heard your soft giggles his head snapped back up to you. “Hey!” Your husband was pouting now.
Your laughter slowly died down as he tried to disguise his amusement in a glare. “I’m sorry, baby,” Setting your hand on his cheek, you rubbed your thumb over his cheek, brushing over the corner of his mustache. When he continued to pout you rolled your eyes fondly. You could never deny his puppy dog eyes. “I’ll see what I can do.” He smiled widely at you. With one final kiss pressed to his forehead, you stood from the couch and headed into the kitchen. You knew Bradley got stomachaches easily and you had picked up on a few things that he appreciated.
Opening the medicine cabinet you groaned quietly. You were all out of the one kind of medicine that Bradley preferred. It was the only kind that ever seemed to work for him. You checked the fridge quickly to see if there was any Ginger Ale, another thing that was perfect for both you and Bradley. To your surprise, there was none. You could have sworn you bought a case the other day. With a sigh, you plucked your keys off the counter and headed back to the living room.
“I’m gonna run to the store,” You called, slipping your shoes on. When Bradley didn’t respond you grew curious. He wasn’t ignoring you, was he? “Brad?” You spoke softly. Heading back to where your husband was on the couch, your heart melted at the sight in front of you. Bradley was asleep, arms crossed under the pillow and lips parted as he snored softly. With a small smile, you adjusted the thin blanket wrapped haphazardly around his waist before kissing his temple.
With Bradley asleep, you decided that you would walk over to the store. It wasn’t that far, plus it gave your husband some extra piece and quiet. You slipped out of the house quietly, beginning the five-minute walk. You and Bradley had decided to buy a house in Miramar for the time being. After the Uranium Mission, the higher up’s decided that the Dagger Squad would remain as a permanent detachment. Maverick had essentially moved in with Penny at this point and many of the other members had purchased homes around the base. Your home was in the perfect location; not too far from the Hard Deck, the base, and everyone else’s home.
You stepped into the cool air conditioning of the store and immediately headed over to the medication isles. It was a relatively small store, but seeing as it was on a Navy base it was stocked with an abundance of painkillers. After a quick scan of the shelves your eyes landed on the pills you were looking for. Grabbing the box, you picked up a pack of Ginger Ale before heading to the till. You smile at the cashier as you paid, grasping the bag that she handed you before heading back towards your house.
When you returned home, you found Bradley in the same state that you left him in, mouth hung open as snores poured freely from it. You shook your head fondly before moving past him to the kitchen. You poured one of the cans into a glass before grabbing two of the painkillers.
Back in the living room, Bradley was beginning to stir. He had always been a light sleeper, his years in the Navy making it very easy to wake him up. “Bradley,” You hummed softly, setting the glass on the table and running your hand through his honey curls. A small grunt was all you got in response. “Brad, baby, I’ve got something for you,” You watched as his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks softly. He groaned as he sat up, wincing due to his stitches. It hurt you to see him in this much pain. “Here babe.” You spoke softly. Bradley brought a hand up to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He took the pills from you gratefully, sipping on the Ginger Ale to help swallow them.
Once the pills were down, your husband wound his arm around you and pulled you into his chest softly. You tried not to lean into him too much, wary of his healing wounds. The steady beating of his heart under your ear calmed you slightly. He was alive. He would be fine. His hand began rubbing soothing circles on your back as he guided the pair of you to lie down on the couch. Your eyes slowly shut. A scent that was entirely Bradley filled you. Above you, Bradley was messing with the television remote, trying to turn on a random movie to play in the background. Once one was picked, his hands returned to the small of your back. “What would I do without you, pretty girl?” He whispered into your hair. Bradley pressed a light kiss to your temple.
You grinned and laughed quietly. “You’re lucky you never have to find out,” All you heard in response was Bradley’s soft hum. Slowly, your hands dipped below the seam of the T-shirt he was wearing. You began tracing over the edges of the forming scars softly. Snuggling further into him, you pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “I love you, Bradley.”
One of his hands squeezed your hip softly. “I love you, too, baby girl.”
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they’d have gotten along alright
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