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pollyna · 1 year

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They are all frozen inside of a picture that has yellow corners but all his colours intact, like the day it was taken, because it's that kind of picture that you share and cherish like the most important of your treasures. It's the five of them: Carole sitting in the middle of Ron and Nick, the three of them showing off their rings, and Nick's arm around Tom's shoulder, who was giving no attention and was more interested in kissing Pete than looking at the camera.

"It's a good picture." Bradley finds himself speaking to an empty room.

"Yeah, it's a good picture." Ron, uncle Slider, Admiral Kerner, answer, strolling into the room like he owned it. "It would be even better if I wasn't the last of them." he says with a small, humourless smile. Empty as Bradley's house is and Mav's hangar always will be.

"We should talk." Bradley says, sitting down, he's not sure if his legs could still stand what's coming.

"Yeah." Ron says before looking at the photo between Bradley's hands. "Yeah, we should. It's time."

#one of these days i'm actually going to write the conversation they had but apparently even today isn't the day #bradley rooster bradshaw #ron slider kerner #carole bradshaw (mentioned)#nick goose bradshaw (mentioned)#tom iceman kazansky (mentioned)#pete maverick mitchell (mentioned)#everybody is dead but ron #past slooserole #past icemav #icemav #slooserole #post movie #top gun: maverick #otp: i heard from the heaven that clouds have been grey #ot3: i even wrote you a love letter

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bearsinpotatosacks · 1 year

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I've been in York for a couple of days and kept walking past this cat cafe and got an idea for a Slooserole Cat Cafe AU, but with a twist.

It's starts when Goose and Mav are kids, known at Nick and Pete respectively. Nick sees this poor little black kitten with these big green eyes soaked to the bone in the rain and had to bring him inside. He leaves the kitten in the kitchen sink and gets his mum, only to be greeted with a small boy, with jet black hair and big green eyes. This is Pete.

They get raised together. Pete ends up to be a witch, abandoned by his mother after some religious folk came for his dad. He says how he can only be human at night, swan lake style.

When they're older, Nick starts to see a beautiful, well groomed pigeon on the terrace of his and Pete's apartment. He teols himself that it can't be the same one but gets a feeling it is. Even Pete doesn't go for it like he usually does with birds.

The pigeon lands with a hurt wing one night and Nick hurries it into their living room. He gets Pete, and the first aid kit, only to see a very naked, very human woman lying on his sofa with a broken arm. This is Carole, also a witch, who likes domestic magic, especially in terms of food.

They decide to open a cat cafe. Mav spends a lot of his time lazing around as a cat being stroked. One day, Tom and Ron come in and Tom falls in love with the black cat with the big green eyes. Ron falls in love with Goose, and the majestic pigeon that sits on his shoulder.

This pigeon begins to send him cryptic love notes that Ron realises are from the owner of that cat cafe. Thus begins some flirting and some confusion when he sees a blond woman out with Nick.

At the same time, Tom sees Pete around town with Nick and hates him. He still loves that black cat with the big green eyes, though.

Ron learns about Carole and Mav’s secret, and how they have tattoos of their animal forms on their wrist. He uses this info to torment Tom, because he hates Pete but loves his cat form.

Don't know from there. Also, Goose has a goose tattoo on his wrist because he felt left out 🤪

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pollyna · 1 year

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WIP. Note: Bradley knows who Slider is but he doesn't recognise him in the photos because he wasn't waiting to see him there so it takes a little while to realise who he is.

The stack of photos is consistent and Bradley can't wrap his head around how many they actually are. Some are almost yellow, others new as if they were taken a minute ago. His mom and dad are in all of them and there's a third a man too. In some they're dancing, in other the man and Goose are sitting around the table, in their boxers, eating what he could presume is breakfast, and then they're in bed, the man smiling at Carole and Nick's arm stretched out, holding the camera and, in the next one the man is kissing his dad and his mom is kissing his cheek. There are parties and dinners, days on the beach and photos of their jets. In some the man is hugging his other dad, Tom, in front of what he can presume being an old F-14 and in another one the man and Ice are holding out the Top Gun's trophy. In the last one he sees before he has to put them down, the man is holding a baby and his mother's handwriting says Ron&baby Bradley, '82.

"Uncle Ron?" he asks to an empty room when the photo of the Top Gun graduation falls in his lap. And, in that momen, Bradley realises that uncle Ron is everywhere, in every single photo. More than Tom and even more than Pete. That he's the man sitting in front of his dad during breakfast and in between his parents on the bed and he's kissing his mom and his dad and they're so happy and he's the man who's holding him and-

#sososo i'm very open on having a discussion about this prompt like what could happen and how ron could answer or like should i spend more -#-time describing what bradley sees in the photo and that tom's around while mav is on deployment so like mav knows but after and-#-should baby goose go to ron or like should tom make ron come around so they can talk in a neutral environment and he can be around???#or should it be just angst?#bradley rooster bradshaw #ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky (mentioned)#carole bradshaw (mentioned)#nick goose bradshaw (mentioned)#pete maverick mitchell (mentioned)#established icemav #past slooserole #goose & carole are still dead

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pollyna · 1 year

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⚠️Warning⚠️: this prompt contains miscarriage elements (non descriptive tho).

Will is forever going to be three months old, captured on an ultrasound that Ron used to take with him everywhere, and Carole buried it among the things she had to put away after Goose died. They weren't even trying for another baby, but between the announcement of being called at TOP GUN and the idea of finally being together again, all in the same place, with Bradley at his grandparents- they had shared a glass of wine between the three of them, before the bed had been the next stop, and the whole night had left them happy and satisfied even when Slider and Goose had to leave the morning after.

The news of them waiting for another baby had made all of them so dizzy with happiness that they chose the name way ahead of time because Goose wanted to be sure they had that covered and not repeat the same thing that happened with Bradley.

(As in Goose fainting and blathering the first name that came to mind just to realise, hours later, that they called their first kid Bradley Pete Bradshaw.)

Will was a neutral name because they would have called him William if he were a boy and Willa if she were a girl. Or Wilhelma. Even if Slider had shrugged because "no child of ours is ever going to be called that name," before kissing Carole's almost flat stomach, "don't worry, kid. I'm going to find you a better name."

Slider had bought the first onesie two weeks later, full of mini planes, and the three of them had started searching for a house in Miramar at the end of that same month. Almost at the end of the eight weeks, they had found the perfect place for them and were already packing up half of their belongings, ready to move.

By the time Goose was dead, Will wasn't much farther. Carole will forever be grateful she didn't feel much of anything, too sad to even realise she was on an ambulance and Ron was cuddling Bradley against his chest.

Pete and Tom buy them a frame for the ultrasound and a piece of land on Goose's right side. The funeral is quite.

#carole bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #slooserole #establish slooserole #past slooserole #tw: miscarriage #angst #no happy ending #tom iceman kazansky & pete maverick mitchell (mentioned)#au #post movie

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pollyna · 10 months

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So, hear me out. Bradley knows about the Iceman but doesn't know him.

He's the friend Uncle Mav takes for important dinners once in a blue moon, and Bradley feels awkward around him because the man is tall, even if not the tallest man in his young life, and even if his mom tells him to go say hi, he hides behind Mav's leg and spends most of the night looking out at this man like he is some sort of mythical creature who not only knew his dad, Nick, but flew with him too. There's a picture in moma's bedroom of the five of them: moma, dad, uncle Mav, uncle Slider, and the Iceman.

Iceman is the man that Bradley hates a little bit because when he ships out, Uncle Slider wakes up at actual dawn, and Bradley can never get back to sleep because then his mom gets up too, and Uncle Mav really really tries to walk around on his tips when he comes through the door with him, but Bradley is awake. And it's too soon for him. So he has the right to hate him a little bit because of that.

In the years to come, the Iceman is going to be a voice over the phone, a sporadic presence over their table, and the person who will make Uncle Slider, who he calls Papa these days, cry like a baby the day he and his mom got married. And he's going to be the person with whom Uncle Mav sometimes disappears for weeks at a time, sometimes even months, coming back generally more tanned and happy than Bradley can remember him even being. He is the man who sends letters and postcards that his mom pins on the fridge and the man who makes his Papa leave the house at 2 am because his plane had been shot down and nobody knows shit about what happened. He's the man who forces him to wear his suit because of the medals and all that, and he has to go, especially if they are in the afternoon. (It's that Iceman forces him in the suits, nope, that's all his mom's work).

So yeah, he knows of the man, but he knows very little of him, and maybe he spent about twenty hours in his presence and company in his sixteen years of life. Then, during a party, some of his classmates ask if his uncle Mav is single because her aunt is interested in him, and Bradley doesn't know how to answer. When he asks his mom that same afternoon about Mav's love life, she shrugs and says, "He has someone, baby goose, had for a long time," and that's all he gets out of her, besides a single long look at the photo of Mav and the Iceman.

Something happens in the two years he and uncle Mav don't talk because something stupid Bradley said and something equally stupid Mav answered, and Mav writes to him a lot—letters, mail, and even a wedding invitation he sees five months later because he was away for his training and didn't switch postal codes. He doesn't open it because he's still angry with him, and his mom is so fucking disappointed with Bradley because "he got married and you weren't there". This thing hunts him for a long while, until he doesn't see Mav by chance when he gets assigned to Top Gun for the first time. He's wearing his wedding band, and he smiles sadly at him before saluting a superior and disappearing in the crowds, talking away with the base commander.

(It takes another half a year before they reconcile, but Mav doesn't talk about his spouse, and Bradley doesn't ask. He hears, thanks to the gossip vines, that the Iceman is getting his second star, and his mom talks, with Papa about his white hair and how distinguished he looked, during a barbecue the week before. Papa laughs and says, "Yeah, I'm sure he thinks exactly the same.")

But then he gets to know the Iceman, and not only of him after the mission, after he and Mav almost died, the man himself, with four stars on his shoulders and enough commandments on his chest to make the jacket look really heavy to wear, came to salute them on the bridge, shaking hands with every pilto and exchanging a couple of words with Mav himself. They are back on the land, Mav is sleeping in the back of the Bronco when they arrive home, and Carole and Ron are already at the front door waiting for him, talking with a guy sitting on the patio swing.

"Hey Mav, we are here," he says, gently shocking the man.

It almost happens all too fast, considering Uncle Mav is injured, and he's limping because his ankle is in a cast. He wakes up and looks around like he doesn't know where he is, but then his eyes focus on the figure who's looking back at him and who's getting up and walking towards them. And oh god, the Iceman is there, the fucking Admiral is in his backyard, and he's walking towards his car, but his eyes are on the person behind him, who's trying to get out of the car without killing himself.

"Kazansky, fancy finding you here," Mav starts, straddling himself against the Bronco.

"I was in the neighbourhood, so I thought to come by and say hi," he says, all serious but with a smile trying to creep on his features.

"Always a pleasure to see you, Admiral," Mav answers, already taking a step towards him.

"It is always a pleasure to know you are alive, Captain," he said, closing the distance between them, taking his face between his hands, and kissing him slowly.

"Fuck Pete, Jesus Christ, baby, I'm so happy you're home," he murmurs, and Bradley knows he shouldn't be hearing this because it's private and not for his ears. So he slips out of the car, as silently as he can and walks towards his mama and papa who engulf him in the biggest, warmest hug he has received in a little while.

He doesn't know how long they spend like that, hugging each other and not really talking because Bradley is getting all the comfort he needs by only being there, until Mav pats him on the back and says, "Hey B, I want to introduce you to someone."

And Admiral Kazansky smiles at him, not in the polite way he got accustomed to seeing him smile, but in a warmer, more familiar way: "Hi, I don't think you really remember about me, I'm Tom, Pete's husband."

So, at the end of the day, he knows of the Iceman, because of gossip, and knows a little about him because his mom and papa talk a lot about him, but he can say he personally knows Tom Kazansky, the man who married his uncle Pete and who sits in front of him every time they come over for dinner.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky #he doesn't know the man until he does even if he is know a full adult #carole bradshaw lives #past! slooserole #carole x slider #ice x mav #icemav #slider as papa #idk if i had to tag something else or not???

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pollyna · 1 year

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Slider looking up to the sky every time Ice and Mav do something stupid or that shows how much they are in love is the equivalent of him watching towards Goose and Carole to ask them to give him patience because if they give him the strength he's going to walk out of the room.

"Too much secondhand embarrassment, loves. Still too much after all these years." he sometimes finds himself whispering and laughing in the wind.

#ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #dead nick goose bradshaw & carole bradshaw #past #slooserole #bittersweet

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pollyna · 10 months

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It starts with "I don't like sex that much" and evolves, in the next two years and half, in "I'd like to have a child, would you like that?", in the same way that starts with "it's just for tonight Sli', don't get your hopes up" and evolves in "we're going to be dads!" the day Carole's first sonogram shows a little human who's growing in Carole's belly.

it goes all the way of Carole and Goose being twenty years old and in love to the point the elope the morning after Goose proposes. Mav is their only witness and the chapel they get married is so pretty Carole cries because it's absolutely perfect;

and it's not like Goose doesn't know Carole doesn't really like sex but loves kissing him and sometimes, when the mood strikes and she is giggling because her lips are puffy and a little red for all the kisses they exchanged, her hand finds her way under his pants and boxers and it's embarrassing how fast Goose cums the first time that happens. She may not like sex but Goose has always the face and the expression of a person who got laid for hours and everyone is every squadron Goose is, is envious because nobody has a wife who's better than Carole;

They talked about kids in the two years they were dating because they were already thinking about building a future so they talked almost about everything. "We could adopt" Goose has suggested to which Carole had answered "if we're going to have a kid I think I'd like to carry them. We're going to find the way Goosie, but now take my out to dance!" And the conversation pretty much died there. Until two years and half later and Carole gets down for breakfast and "it's time" to a still half asleep Goose. "Honey I get it, I really do, but we can't just throw him out!", "throw who out?", "Maverick! You said it time, but you should at least give the guy a warning!", to Carole laughing because "you silly Goose, I'm talking about having a baby, not throwing Mav out of here." The coffee stain on the floor is still visible, if one looks at the floor really carefully;

Slider is there before everything, before Carole's too and it's not like he's going to put himself in the middle or anything but when she invites him to a nice diner how can he say no? He misses spending time with Goose without all the deployment bullshit and the way Ice is a step away from snapping and biting (or kissing) Maverick. He chooses his best shirt, of a nice orange and Ice lends him his car. He pats him on the back and "see you in the morning" with the knowing look of who already knows it all, even when Slider is sure he knows nothing. But that's Iceman Kazansky for you, seven steps in front of everyone;

The dinner is chatty and Carole puts herself in the middle of the two of them when they change scenery to get a drink. "We need to ask you a favoure" Carole says, against his ear after ordering their drinks. Slider finds himself humming back because Carole is a magnetic presence and he would probably give her the moon, if they could spend enough time together for her to actually convince him to. "I need you to fuck Goose for a little while because he's a little out of practice and we want to have a baby". Now, rationally, Slider knows that's not what Carole said, word by word, but that's most of what his brain gets because Carole is sweet talking to him and Goose's fingers are playing with the hair his neck and the bastard knows that's his weak point. And so it's starts;

The first time they have the house just for them Goose says "it's just for tonight, don't get your hopes up" and Slider is a second away to leave because isn't it exactly what Goose said the first time they kissed, back in high school, when they were fourteen and scared shitless to be seen? But Slider stays, move towards Goose, cups his face and kisses him hello, goodbye and I missed you, all together. Goose kisses him back in the same way. Slider doesn't asks what's the deal between him and Carole and him being "out of pratice" because who gives a fuck when Goose's hands are under his shirt and the bed is soft under is back?;

It's not a one time thing, but Slider never stays after until he does and he wakes up with Carole cuddling between them, he face mushed against his neck and Goose arms around her and trying to touch him at the same time. It's the first time he stays over for breakfast and the first time Carole kisses him before going to work;

Ice asks if he should find somebody else, considering he's never around and Slider flips him the bird before nagging him to admit the house isn't as quiet or empty as he wants Slider to believe;

Then Carole throws her arms around Slider, a random night in a civil bar where nobodies knows she is married to Goose or who they are, and "Hey stud" and kisses him. She kisses him in the same way she kisses Goose and in which Goose kisses him. That night Slider discovers that sex has so many different forms and sometimes isn't as conventional as he thought it would be but plastered between Goose and Carole he doesn't really care;

They talk, the morning after and for most of the afternoon, about where they are going, what they want, about how they will fit and about so many other things they tire each other out to the point they falls asleep in a sort of cuddle pile and Ice and Mav find them on the couch, hour after, because they're late for they weekly dinner. Ice kisses Mav's cheek before closing the door behind him because "it's better if we let them sleep, but they will pay for the next one". Mav laughs because "next time we are going out for burgers and milkshake, the fancy shit doesn't really cut with me, even if it's only once a week."

It takes a while because after that it seems like life is trying to pull them in seven different direction all the same and they already almost sure it's going to take time because that's what all her friends tell to Carole and so they start trying, then they stop and start again and after six months is getting frustrating because it doesn't seem to work in anyway they try. Then they are going to separate deployment, half of Slider and Goose's stuff isn't ready yet, somebody passed Carole off that day and there's dinner to make, laundry to fold and they as ready to snap as ever will and it's probably when it happens or not. But the morning after they're still in bed, both Slider and Goose's back are stretch red and Carole is sporting two almost identical hitches on both side of her neck. Slider and Goose are shipped out and two months later Carole is calling them both, different hours and different carriers, to tell them she is pregnant. And then is Goose calling Slider to tell him "we're going to be dads" and Ice swears he never used so many tissues to calm Slider down. They all celebrate, in their own way, in different parts of the world. They don't know anything about this baby and they are already the more loved creature off the globe.

#polyamourous with an asexual partner #nick goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #ron slider kerner #ace!carole #goosecarole #slooserole #past!sloose #icemav #i'm going around with this since this morning

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pollyna · 2 years

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The first time Carole hears Nick mention Ron is three months into their relationship. It's just a passing comment on who is going to be around that night at the pub, but he does a face that tells more than he could. If Thomas is around, Ron will be there too. They do everything together lately. Carole can almost feel how jealous Nick is, but then a new song on the radio starts, Nick smiles, and he swaps her from the floor, and they're dancing around their living room, singing out of tune and kissing each other silly.

Neither Thomas nor Ron are at the pub that night, and she can see how disappointed he is, but he tries not to show it.

II.

The second time they're sitting around the table, filling out the invitations for their wedding. They have been together for three years and Nick has never brought up Ron again, partially because now he flies with Maverick and Maverick takes so much space and time in his life that she barely knows how he sleeps. Should I invite Tom and Ron too? he asks, and she can't help but smile gently. Sure, honey, why not? a moment later, Nick adds yeah, but they probably won't be able to come. I don't know if-

Her hands are smaller than his when she squeezes them gently, It's okay if you want them around. Yeah, yeah, you're right. Okay, I'm going to invite them. He kisses her hand before going back to work.

Tom sends back the invitation saying thank you but we're to be deployed in two days, here the present, sorry for the inconvenience, have a good wedding! in a strangley beautiful italic calligraphy. The morning of the wedding the present comes in the shape of twenty hibiscus flowers that make Nick giddy to the point where he makes her wear one. The pictures are beautiful, and it's because of the flowers too.

III.

The third time, it's Maverick who brings Ron into the discussion, or better yet, it's Maverick who brings Slider into their dinner, and Nick almost chokes.

Did you hear that Iceman and Slider had their kill of the mission?

No Mav. Nick answers Are they okay?

Yeah, but it's not that important. That should have been us, Goose! Us, not them!

Nick's shoulders are tense for the rest of the night and his eyes continue to watch the phone like it could give him all the answers he needs or catch fire any moment now.

That night, under the cover and protected by the darkness, Nick cries over her shoulder. And he talks about high school and the kid who used to run around the football field with his team and how he used to always take a bottle of water for him too because he knew Nick would have forgotten his. About his first kiss in the locker room and how afraid he was because Ron was a boy and he was a boy. And how afraid he still is because the only other person he kisses that well is sleeping near him and listening to him, and he wants, but he can't and doesn't want Carole to think for a moment she isn't enough because she is the love of his life. He's just worried about Ron. He wants him back and alive. He wants him happy.

Carole almost doesn't know what to say. She can only hug him against her chest and hope that out there, Ron is doing okay.

IV.

The letters arrive with another one attached. The first is from Maverick and Goose, the second from Nick. They said they took us to Top Gun!! We're going to Miramar! and Nick adds you should take out your flowery dress and come to find me whenever you can, Miramar is going to be beautiful, but nothing is as beautiful as you.

When she arrives at the airport, her favorite two idiots are waiting for her and Nick's kisses taste even sweeter, after all those months of deployment.

The place where they eat is awesome, Charlie seems kind of nice, and she knows what they're all talking about, so the conversation doesn't die after the first five minutes. She says Iceman and Slider are good but not that good, and the rest of the conversation is kind of lost to her because Nick is looking guilty and she has to kiss his stupid face because he should have told her, but only because she wants to meet the guy at this point. You'll have to introduce me to them one day! she adds, taking the last sip of her beer. Goose can't stop talking about them she adds, it almost feels like he has a crush on them! Charlie looks at her shocked, Mav laughs, and Goose blushes a little.

She is honestly curious to meet the man, at this point. She wants to look the guy in the eyes and check if everything's alright with him, because how could he let go of Nick? Stupid Ron. Better for her though.

Nick and Mav don't win Top Gun but it's a near miss. Everybody is around for the celebration, and they're all talking about the great Iceman and Slider, but she can't, for the life of her, see either of them. Mav and Charlie aren't there either because, apparently, they broke up because there's another blond in Mav's life, even if he doesn't want to tell her, or Nick, who they are. Carole has half of an idea of their identity, but she isn't going to say anything until Mav doesn't. But, coming back to Ron, apparently everybody and their mother are talking about him and the Iceman and their maneuver, but they aren't around.

Carole is starting to be annoyed by Ron's absence because she really wants to see the man, but the moment she finishes that thought, Goose's arm isn't around her anymore and there's a letter in his hands, and she can feel it in her bones that they're not going to make it to the restaurant, not that night at least. His kiss tasted a little like all the goodbyes they never had the courage to say out loud and a little like a promise to come back to her.

It takes them five years, but they're finally in that pub like they planned the first time, and, this time around, Nick doesn't say who is going to be where; he just takes her by the hand and they're in a bar full of white uniform and drunken sailors singing along and celebrating. Mav's arm is around a blond man's shoulder who's wearing sunglasses inside, and he's talking to another tall man who's now looking at Nick like he wants to eat him.

So Carole, love, this is Ron. Ron, this is my wife, Carole Nick introduces them, and when Ron gets up to shake her hand, she can really understand, even just on a physical level, why Nick finds him attractive. You should come and dance with us, Ron she murmurs against his heat and, oh God, she has to go on her tips for him too. Yeah, yeah, maybe I should, he answers, smirking at Nick and taking her hands until the middle of the floor. Don't you want to come to Goosie? she asks, oh so innocently, batting her eyelashes at him like she used to do when they were still just flirting. Nick blushes again, watching behind him where Mav is lost in a world of Thomas and only Thomas, before taking a step forward. Let's dance, baby, let's dance, he adds, smiling and walking towards them.

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pollyna · 2 years

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Navy regs are in books that quote books that quote books. Ron has all of them somewhere in the house, with Tom's precise handwriting pointing out all the spelling issues and doing the theoretical maths his degree didn't help him to understand. In a less neat calligraphy, in some pages, Nick's notes are mixed with doodles and his own notes. Of Annapolis he will forever remember the heat and the hours in class, before their callsigns, when Nick used to make him late because he had to kiss him one minute more and Tom had the most convenient, and convicing, excuse for them.

(Maybe he could find some of those books and show them to Bradley the next time he's going to come around. He could probably appreciate them? Or maybe he should ask Maverick?)

Regs say no tattoo, but regs say a lot of shit Ice used to correct back then and that he corrected during the years. Regs say no tattoos, and Tom said they were stupid, so Ron got his first, then his second, and half of his right sleeve. The only people who know of them are his friends, his doctors, his mirror and his tattoo artist. Having to wear a shirt all day, and a jacket for most of it, has its advantages, even if he fucking hates being an admiral most of the time. But it's almost time; another couple of years, and he's going to retire and never again put a foot on a Navy base.

The studio isn't the biggest in town, but Ron knows the artist and their dad, and they are both the best for what he needs. He's so focused on the piece of paper between his hands that he almost misses two young women saluting him, with a half-panicked Adrmial Kerner, sir!

At ease, Lieutenants, glad to see someone knows where to get good ones. He smiles because he knows they shouldn't be there, but he shouldn't be either, so it's not really a problem. He's going to add something when something, someone, hugs his leg and has all his attention. Oh, who do we have here? George? You're so big now, boy! he picks up the kid. Mom is waiting for you! he points towards one of the rooms, and, in less than five steps he takes, George tells him all he can fit in, and it's a lot.

(Ron finds himself wondering if Bradley was the same at that age.)

So you're already back for the next piece, uhuh? a voice asks. You know, I can't live without you, hon, he answers, laughing loudly. They laugh with him, but it dies when he passes them the piece of paper. I'm so sorry, Ron, they murmur, and he finds himself smiling lightly, trying not to cry again, thank you Carly.

He takes off his jacket and then his shirt, and his right arm is colorful but not whole. Are you ready, big guy? they smile, dipping the tattoo gun in the red ink as ready as I was the first time he answers. Carly draws and talks, asking questions about the kid (he's a man now and he's almost as tall as me), about the kids (if they destroyed the base while I was gone, at least they're going to let me retire), about Tom and there, Ron has to take a breath because it fucking hurts. He doesn't know if it's the point they're working on or missing Tom or both, but he has to ask Carly to stop for a minute. (He was-the last few days were the hardest. Did you know he used to write mathematical formulas when he was bored during lessons? He and Nick were good friends, Tom was the reason behind the Mother Goose. I miss him. I miss them all Carly). Almost five hours have passed by the time it's done, and by that point they're humming random songs and listening to the description of the rock George found outside his school that same morning. All done, Admiral. You already know what you have to do, right? I'd like to see you next week to check on some of the edges around the elbow, but it's already looking pretty great. Ron barely hears her because he's so intent on looking at his arm, where now Tom's name is adorning his arm, just inches away from Nick and Carole's. Yeah, yeah whenever you want Carl'.

(It's seven in the evening and the cemetery is empty. The bouquet is a happy one, and his shirt leaves are already up. It's done, I finally finished it. He starts and you're here all together now. I miss both of you. I hope Tom's there too. I hope you're all okay now.)

The regs say no tattoos, and Tom said fuck 'em all, and now they are all there while he flies and teaches and lives another day, under his uniform and out in the open.

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pollyna · 1 year

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Whumptober 2022.

Not that i'm ever going to write all of this but eh, one never knows, maybe someone wants some prompts or inspiration will finally struck me once and for all lol

This wasn't supposed to happen: Yale/Harvard, pre-Mission, mechanical faliur, adrife in the sea;

Confrontation: Rooster comes around to talk with Slider about all the photos he found on his mom's bedside table. He just wants to know, things escaldes a litte (past slooserole);

Gun to temple: Mav and Merlin are just coming home after deployment. They end up in the middle of a robbery (Icemav and Merlin/his wife);

Can't pass out: long day at paper work, first diagnosis of cancer, Ice doesn't know his limits, Ron tries to help (Ron is the bestest of best friends);

Blood loss: Mav gets shot during the mission. They realised it when it was almost too late (Maverick);

I've got pulse: Jester has a heart attack (Jester and Viper);

Shaking hands: after the mission, Bob's hands start shaking without a reason (PTSD; Bob & Pheonix);

Beak from the dead: Goose wakes up three and a half hours after they have declared him dead (Goose centric; carolegoose);

Tossin' and turning: sometimes Fritz can't sleep, and Harvard knows how cuddling helps him to calm down (platonic Fritz/Harvard/Yale);

Waterboarding: they can't eject and the jet starts to fill with water (Hollywolf, during the Layton sequence);

Self-done first aid: Omaha bangs his head, by accident, against something and tries to patch it all by himself. Halo discovers him trying to stitch himself (Omaha & Halo);

Mayday! Mayday! : the story of why Phoenix and Halo no longer fly together (Halix);

Fracture: Carole breaks her arm, Goose and Slider take care of her (Slooserole);

I'll be right there with you: they were supposed to be on a simple reconnaissance mission, but they were shot down and are now fleeing for their lives (Hollywolf);

New scars: he stopped counting them when he was ten, but the new ones make him want to check it all over again (Ice centric: 5+1);

No one's coming: they get lost during a training exercise and it takes the others 72 hours to find them. For the longest time, they both believed this was how it would end (Sunchip);

Stress position: being hanged by his hands wasn't in Cyclone's plan for the morning (Cyclone centric);

Take my coat: He's sitting down in the car they sent to pick him up when the realisation of what happened hits him, and he's so fucking cold. Hondo offers him his coat (post-Darkstar crushing, platonic mavhondo);

Head lolling: everything quickly turns from a dream to a nightmare (Warlock/Cyclone, flying together, '90s setting);

Fetal position: Jake doesn't want to go back, but his dad's funeral forces him to do so. Back to Fallon Javy holds him until he's back in himself (catatonic state + dealing with emotions. marcheresin, can be read as romantic or platonic);

Allergic reaction: seafood is great, until Bob doesn't stop breathing (Bob & Phoenix);

Caughing out blood: he can wash that shirt all over again and again, but he won't ever be clean again from Ice's blood. Bradley doesn't know what to do (Icemav + Bradley; pre-first diagnosis);

Forced to kneel: medioeval au! King Caine forces Maverick to kneel in front of everyone as part of his punishment (Mav is the head of the rebellion);

Blood covered hands: Bradley is barely breathing between his arms and his hands are covered in his blood. Jake prays all the way to the hospital that won't be the last time he will hold Bradley (hangstar; can be read as platonic or romantic);

Lost voice: Life takes his voice away too. (Ice centric);

Separeted: there's a storm in the middle of the ocean, and it's fast and brutal. Trying to go up and up makes them lose where the other is. (panick attack; flying together; halix, bob & omaha friendship);

Stumbling: alcohol helps, but Ron can't stop asking himself why he's still there. Tom doesn't have answers but he tries anyway (Slider & Ice, post Carole's funeral);

Anger born of worry: Amelia isn't answering her phone. Her moms are worried and then angry when she comes back smiling and laughing like nothing happend (pennycharlie+amelia);

Better me than you: Mav dies instead of Goose, but it takes time and Mav has time to say sorry (hop 31 if it went down differently);

Please don't touch me: Bill likes to have it all, Tom learns he's the other one (Cougar/Ice; cheating; pre-top gun);

You can rest now: in Ice's den, after the mission, everyone's alive and breathing, but letting go isn't really an option (daggers + icemav).

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bearsinpotatosacks · 11 months

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Heroes of the Past - a Slooserole fic

While food shopping for a barbecue, Goose and Slider suggest names for theirs and Carole's baby.

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For a prompt list, this was "A buying B their favourite snack"

Words: 888

"Karl?" Goose suggested, picking up a slightly green bunch of bananas.

"No, makes him sound like a communist."

"What's communism got to do with the name Karl?"

Ron stopped groping watermelons and turned to him. He picked up a stout one with brown on the ends and held it under his arm like he was trying to show off. That wasn't necessary, Goose could already see his muscles bulging in that a-bit-too small shirt.

"Karl Marx?" He said. "Wrote the communist manifesto?"

Goose shook his head, "You've lost me."

"You uncultured fuck,"

He turned around and carried on putting fruit in the shopping trolley. They were having a barbecue as a baby shower, Mav and Ice had gotten the time off, Carole's mum and sister were coming around. Apparently Ron had asked his family but his mum, being the matriarch she was, had said she didn't like the idea of their relationship, said something about sin, so she wasn’t coming, and neither of his sisters were too. He'd tried to hide it but both he and Carole knew he was heartbroken about it.

"Okay, Thomas?" Goose suggested. "Tommy for short?"

"Too formal."

"Your best friend is called Tom!"

Ron turned and threw a sack of potatoes at him. Goose just about caught them.

"And have you seen Ice? He's the most formal guy I know,"

Goose shrugged, "Fair point."

"Pete?"

"No."

"Why not? He's my best friend and it's not too formal?"

Ron rolled his eyes and placed an armful of salad stuff into the trolley, "I'm not having our kid named after that little pipsqueak."

"Pipsqueak?"

"You can't deny he's short,"

Goose tried to argue but knew he couldn’t. Maverick was short for a pilot.

They carried on around the shop, deciding what snacks they needed and stuff for Bradley's lunches. Goose stopped next to the sweets and scanned for something specific. Carole was having a major craving for chewy, gummy fish lately and could go through multiple bags in a day if left unattended.

"There they are!" He said, spotting them and grabbing a few bags.

"What are?"

"The fish, the ones Carole likes,"

Ron stared at him for a second then said, "We're going to need more than that," before throwing a few more in the trolley.

They carried on. Because she was pregnant, Carole was nesting and had cleaned the entire house multiple times. She’d almost vacuumed Bradley as he came into the house once. So they’d run out of most of their cleaning products.

As Nick reached for the bleach, "How about Daniel?"

No reply. Ron's shoulders began to tense.

"Aaron?"

He wasn't even turning around now. No jokes or making fun of him. Something was up.

"Michael? Joseph? Joshua?"

"What's with all the biblical names?" Ron finally spat out.

His tone was different. The way his hand clenched the box of washing powder told him something was wrong. He approached him like he was a tetchy animal, he didn't know if he was going to blow or burst into tears.

"Can't we just stop with the names for a second?" He said.

"Sure, but we were only having fun-" Goose placed the bleach in the trolley. "-is it not fun anymore?"

"I already have a name picked out! Okay?"

Goose stepped back, shocked. He hadn't told him nor Carole about this. They'd been good with communication so far into their relationship, why the sudden change?

"What name?" He settled on.

"Wilhelm, Will for short," he spat out then added for context. "My Opa was called Wilhelm."

All the pieces fell into place. Ron was a private man when it came to his past, a trait he'd inherited from his grandmother, from what he'd learnt.

"He's the only guy I've ever had to look up to. I mean, getting killed by Nazis to save your family because you were hiding Jews, pretty much the most heroic thing a guy can do, right?"

Goose stroked his face as his strong mask faltered. Ron tried to resist but eventually lent into his touch. Slider tried to appear tough but in reality was just a big puppy.

"Why didn't you tell us? D'ya think we'd be mad?"

"I-I'm just not used to being vulnerable, you know that,"

"Hey, you're learning," Goose assured. "And I'm sure he'd be proud of everything you've done, I know we are."

He smiled, that golden sunshine smile that was one of the reasons he and Carole fell in love with him in the first place. Trying to find things out about Ron had been tricky at first, he was a safe inside another safe, but after a few years, and a pregnancy, they were getting somewhere.

"How about we get these back to Carole?" Goose gestured to the sweets.

Ron nodded. They were past the point of him falling into puddles of tears whenever he got vulnerable but it was still a big moment for him.

As they moved towards the tills he had an idea come into his head, "Hey, we can call him Willy!"

"No we will not!"

"We could, little Willy Bradshaw-Kerner? Sounds good to me."

"You are not desecrating my grandfather's name by calling our kid Willy,"

And that’s when things fell back into place, just as they continued to bicker, all the way to the car.

German Slider! German Slider! German Slider! If you can't guess I hc Slider's of german descent. His grandma (Oma in german) came to the US after fleeing the Nazis, her and her husband, Wilhelm (Ron's Opa or grandad) died. They were helping Jews hide but got found out so fled. Ron's family learnt not to talk about the pain because it was too much which led to some communication issues, and very conservative religious views on his mum's part.

Thanks for reading!

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