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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 7 months

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The Danger Zone (Part 3) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 2.2k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Secret Relationship; Angst; Undefined Relationships; Overprotective Family; Background Relationships; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You struggle to keep your secret. Maverick's birthday dinner is off to a disastrous start.

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It had been about two weeks since Phoenix and Coyote’s wedding and you hadn’t slept well a single night since. There was a weariness to your movements that wasn’t there before. Jake’s words were still echoing around in your head, threatening to upend what was left of your sanity at any second.

And you still didn’t know what to do.

Jake was pretty much ignoring you, doing what you did to him before the wedding. He dodged your calls, didn’t answer your texts, and the only thing that you hadn’t done yet to get his attention was show up at his apartment. You did have a key, but you were worried about pushing too much into crazy ex-girlfriend territory.

And you weren’t even his ex-girlfriend. You were just the woman he fucked around with and knocked up.

But could you really raise a baby on your own? Maybe. After all, your mom was a single mom for most of your life. And you knew that even though Maverick and Rooster would go apeshit for some time after finding out, they wouldn’t turn their backs on you. You would have help. You would have support. There was no way that your family would leave you and the baby to fend for yourselves.

But was that the future, the life you really wanted?

“Are you okay?” Emma asked you as you slowly worked on Maverick's birthday cake.

You were standing in Maverick’s kitchen with your sister-in-law, preparing Maverick’s surprise birthday dinner. Emma was cooking dinner with some help from Bradley, though his real job was to go out and grab ingredients that his wife forgot to buy, Penny was distracting Maverick for the day, and you were in charge of baking the cake.

You always found baking soothing. It took you back to the Sunday afternoons that you spent with your mom while she taught you how to make everything from scratch. Bradley never really had an interest in baking, just eating, so it was always your alone time with your mom. And after she passed, you always turned to baking when you needed some kind of comfort or a simple, meaningless task to focus on.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you murmured, lazily frosting the cake in front of you.

“Are you sure? You haven’t really been like yourself for some time.”

“I’m just tired.”

It wasn’t even a lie. You were exhausted. And it didn’t help that your stomach decided when it was happy with the food that you gave it and when it wasn’t with the flip of a coin. You felt so tired and drained already. Pulling the cake closer to you, you started writing out ‘Happy Birthday’ with the tube of blue icing.

“Is it something with work?”

“No.”

“Something wrong with your apartment again?”

“No, it’s just . . . it’s nothing.”

Since Jake walked off at the reception, you hadn’t told anyone else about your pregnancy. Penny asked you about it once a few days after the wedding and you just told her that you were still trying to tell the father and that was it. You didn’t really have the strength to mention the fact that Jake was ignoring you and you were very quickly beginning to spiral.

“Alright,” Emma replied softly, going back to chopping vegetables. She left you alone for about a minute before turning back to you. “Did you want some wine? Bradley nicked some bottles from the reception. Including that rosé that you like so much.”

“No, I’m alright with water.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m . . . not drinking right now,” you replied awkwardly.

“Really?” Emma asked, sounding honestly surprised at your poor attempt to get out of drinking that evening. “So, no more Wine Down Wednesdays then?”

“Not for a bit, no.”

“Alright,” Emma replied quietly, now more than a little suspicious.

Emma had known you for longer than she had known Bradley. The two of you went to the same college and knew each other through sports. She was one of the captains when you were a freshman and took you under her wing. And when she moved out to San Diego, you offered to take her out for a drink at the Hard Deck. Rooster was there and you introduced them and the rest was history.

And she knew that something was off with you.

Emma knew that both you and Bradley had a tendency to shut yourselves down when you were feeling a lot of emotional stress. She chalked it up to unresolved childhood trauma, of which you both had a decent amount.

And it was written all over your face. You were stressed. You weren’t sleeping well. You weren’t eating well. You were cutting yourself off from the world around you. And she was getting seriously concerned about you and your health.

Emma set down her knife and slowly turned to face you, though you ignored her gaze, and gently called your name. You kept your head stubbornly down, focusing on the design on Maverick’s birthday cake, piping meaningless designs to just try and bide your time away from the conversation with your sister-in-law.

“Did something happen at the wedding?”

“Can you drop it?” you snapped, finally turning to face Emma.

She paused, not looking offended, but all the more concerned. Sighing, you set down the icing bag and walked out of the kitchen. Emma didn’t follow after you immediately, giving you some space to breathe for a moment as you stepped out for some fresh air. But when she saw you starting to cry, she hurried outside after you.

As she approached the bench where you were sitting outside, you didn’t look up. But when she sat down beside you and gently pulled you in for a hug, you immediately turned to her. Latching onto her, every emotion that you plugged up inside since the wedding just came pouring out. She brushed your hair and just let you cry, not entirely shocked by your reaction.

“You know, if you tell me anything, whatever it is, I’m not going to share it with Bradley without your permission, right?” Emma spoke softly, rubbing your back supportively. “And that goes for any topic here, okay?”

You wanted the first person you told about your pregnancy, minus Penny that is, to be Jake. He was the one who knocked you up. This was his baby. But Jake wasn’t listening to you. And holy shit you wanted to get some of the burden of this secret off of your shoulders. You wouldn’t last much longer just holding onto this by yourself.

“You can’t tell Bradley, okay?” you whispered out shakily, causing Emma to nod.

“Lips are sealed,” Emma promised you, giving you a supportive squeeze.

You pursed your quivering lips together, just trying to take a moment to pull yourself together so that you didn’t start sobbing again. Sniffling, you buried your face into Emma’s chest a bit more, thinking for a moment about how your mom would have reacted to this situation, before finally letting it out.

“I’m pregnant.”

You could feel Emma tense up, but she didn’t say a word. Your stomach started to grow tight as the stress and anxiety of the last few weeks reached a new peak. But right as you started to go down the train of thought that you were truly on your own, Emma pulled you in for a tighter hug and steeled her own emotions in the moment.

“You’re sure?” she whispered, rubbing your back again.

“I took three tests. Penny knows. She was there when I took them.”

“Have you been to see a doctor?”

“No,” you croaked out, straightening up on your own. Wiping away your tears and snot, you stared down at your lap for a moment. “I got an appointment. But I don’t really know what to expect with the whole . . . situation.”

“And how are you feeling about it all?” Emma asked softly.

“I’m . . . I’ve been better,” you replied lamely, wiping some more tears away.

“Has the . . . father been supporting you through this? What did you say when you told him?” Emma questioned quietly.

“Well, I haven’t told him yet,” you stated, causing Emma to nod slowly.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes, of course,” you responded a bit sharper than you meant to, turning to meet Emma’s concerned gaze. “I meant to, but he’s . . . sort of . . . ignoring me now.”

“Ignoring you?” Emma demanded, frowning protectively. “Why do you think he is ignoring you?”

“I sort of . . . pushed away from him after I found out I was pregnant and then he tried to talk to me about it when I wasn’t ready and I tried to push it off a little bit more and then he got mad and stormed off and hasn’t spoken to me since.”

Without digging too much into how much the situation reminded her of petty high school drama, Emma straightened up in her seat, trying to come up with some sort of plan to get the father of your baby to grow the fuck up.

“Who is he anyways? Does he live around here?”

“You’re not going to break down his door,” you sighed, rubbing your face. Biting your lip, you turned to your sister-in-law. “I would tell you, but I think that you’ll freak out.”

“I promise that I won’t freak out,” Emma assured you.

“The father . . . is Jake,” you announced after a few moments of silence.

“Jake who?”

“Hangman,” you rephrased, a bit harsher than you intended.

“Hangman?” Emma repeated, clearly trying to manage her tone and expression. When you nodded, she tried to manage her expression further. “The father of your baby is . . . Hangman. And he’s the one ignoring you?”

“Yes,” you stressed, your anxiety starting to spike again.

Before Emma could reply, the sound of the fire alarm inside caused you both to get to your feet. Running and swearing, you raced inside. Smoke billowed out of the oven as soon as Emma pulled it open. She hurried to turn it off as you started to open the windows and beat the smoke away from the fire alarm.

“What the fuck!?” Bradley cursed, running into the house after returning from the store.

Grabbing the fire extinguisher by the front door, he ran over and put out the fire. You kept fanning the smoke away, but soon the smell of burnt food caused your stomach to roll and you were rushing into the bathroom.

“For fuck’s sake,” you groaned as you yanked the lid up.

Emma ran into the bathroom once the chaos in the kitchen dwindled down and Bradley got control of the situation some more. Cursing, she kneeled down beside you and delicately pulled the strands of hair that unfortunately made their way into the bowl.

“Sorry,” she apologized, wincing as you wretched again. “I forgot to turn off the oven before I ran outside after you.”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, picking your head up. “It’s just how my life’s going at this point. What’s another disaster?”

“Well, it’s all settled,” Bradley sighed, walking over to where you and Emma were in the bathroom. Spotting you leaning over the toilet, he quickly stepped into the room, concerned. “What happened to you?”

“The smoke just made me nauseous,” you replied softly, not meeting your brother’s gaze. “I’m fine, Bradley.”

“This is like the tenth time I’ve seen you throw up,” Bradley stated, folding his arms over his chest, like he always did when he was about to lecture you. “I think that you should see a doctor at this point.”

“I’ve got an appointment,” you sighed, closing the lid and flushing your stomach’s contents away. “I’m a big girl, Bradley.” Sitting on the floor and leaning against the vanity, you looked up at your brother. “How’s the cake?”

“A little smokey, but it should be fine. As for the rest of it . . .”

“There’s always take out,” Emma stated, standing up. “But maybe we should host it somewhere that isn’t so smokey.”

“The only other option is my apartment,” you replied, getting to your feet.

“Great,” Bradley sighed, earning a nudge from his wife. “I mean, that’s great.”

“Hilarious,” you muttered, getting to your feet as well. “I’ll text Penny and tell her about the change in plans. I’ll take the cake and go set up at my apartment. You two clean up here and figure out dinner.”

You left Maverick’s house shortly thereafter, returning to your apartment. It didn’t take too long to set up the cake and dinner. Bradley and Emma arrived with the food about thirty minutes later and the three of you were hurrying around trying to make it look homemade.

“Shit,” you cursed when your doorbell rang. “Just hide the containers in my pantry.”

Rushing over to the door, you pulled it open, just expecting it to be Maverick and Penny. But when you looked up and saw Jake standing there, you instantly tensed up. He stared at you for a moment, looking a bit nervous, but with that usual reserved air of confidence about him.

“Jake,” you breathed out, gripping the door so hard it hurt.

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anurst · 1 year

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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: a little peek into the early years of your life

Pairing(s): Jake Seresin x F! Bradshaw! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of deceased parents, death of a loved one, fighting, bradley being a dick, daddy issues,

A/n: thank you for all the support on the first part :,) glad you all liked it!

Part 2: Chick

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

He was a man who was loved by all who met him. He was loved most of all by his family. His best friend, his brother from another mother, Pete, was his counterpart. Someone who'd always have his back, no matter what. His loving wife, Carole, was his high school sweetheart and the love of his life. She just like him was easy to love. She was bright, sweet, a constant ray of love and laughter. There was also their adorable son, Bradley. A boy who loved his dad more than anything. Most of time you'd find him clutching a mini F-14 Tomcat in his hands, a gift from his beloved dad. Everyone who met Nick loved him.

You never got the chance to meet him. Nick died 6 months after you were born. Bradley was 5 at the time. He had 5 years with him, while you had nothing. Bradley had memories, however few he remembered, with him. And you? Nothing. You know who he is, but you don't know him.

Maybe that was the start of the fall of your relationship with Bradley.

Despite never knowing your dad, Carole, always the good mother, showed you pictures of him, told you stories about him, let you watch the old videotapes that he was in.

Oh, how you loved those videotapes as a child. For hours, you'd lay in the living room, eyes glued to the TV that replayed videos of Nick. Some were of him with Carole, their undying love for one another as clear as day. Others were of moments with him and friends. Then there were some of Bradley, his first steps, preschool, birthdays, his little league games. There was only one of you and Nick.

It was the day you were born. Carole was asleep on the hospital bed with Bradley curled up against her side. You were laying in your hospital issued bassinet, your eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. Nick, the loving father, pointed the camera down at you and cooed.

"Baby, you are beautiful. Just like your mama. You're smaller than your brother was when he born. You're like a baby chick! That's what I'll call you, baby chick. My chick." The camera shifts from you to Nick. He's smiling wide and his eyes are full of love. "I'll always protect you, Chick. I'll always love you."

You stopped watching the videotapes when you got into middle school. They were too much to watch, the heartache was all consuming. Pete around this time had filled in the void that Nick had left. When he wasn't on deployment, he was living in an apartment 10 minutes away from the Bradshaw house.

Although seeing you, Carole, and Bradley caused Pete to relive the worst event of his life, he stayed because of you. Whenever you'd get out of the school and you saw him, you'd smile wide and he'd see Nick. When you'd tell him a story about something that happened, your eyes would light up and he's feel his heart swell with love for you.

Carole never minded Pete stepping in as a father figure for you. He wasn't just Nick's best friend but her's as well. She was grateful that you had someone to look up. She didn't date since she felt that no one would ever live up to Nick, so Pete made life easier. Of course, he wasn't around every day, during those times you'd practically cling to Bradley.

It was late one night when you'd gotten up for some water. Half asleep, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before stopping. You peeked around the corner to see your mom on the phone, her back turned to you.

"He's talking about joining the Naval Academy, Pete! Please! I can't," Carole let out a shaky breath, "I can't lose him too." Her shoulders were shaking with light sobs and you frowned. Turning around, you tried to walk as slowly as possible back to your room. The floorboard creaked underneath you and you stopped.

"Braidy?" Carole asked, her footsteps rushing towards you. Turning around, you pretended to rub your eyes and smiled at your mom.

"Just had to pee," you whispered. Carole bit her lip before she moved to wrap her arms around you. You let your head rest on her shoulder as you wrapped your arms around her. By this time, you were around the same height.

"I love you, Chick," she whispered softly. She removed her arms from around you and cradled your face. Tears started to pool in her eyes as she kissed your forehead.

"Mama? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Where is she!" Bradley yelled, his voice full of panic. The nurse jumped a little at the volume of his voice.

"R-Room 264."

Spitting out an apology, Bradley took off running. His heart was beating out of his chest and could feel bile start to rise in his throat. He stopped when he saw you squatting outside your mom's hospital room. Your body shook and your wails were muffled. "Braidy...?" Bradley whispered, immediately crouching down and wrapping you up in his arms.

You clung to your big brother as you continued to cry. "Bradley...Sh-She's gone..." you sobbed, your hands tightly gripping the back of Bradley's shirt.

"HE PULLED MY PAPERS BRAIDY!" Bradley yelled at you, his face red with anger and sweat starting to form on his forehead. You let out a small whimper at his voice and pushed your hair away from your face.

"I'M SURE HE HAS HIS REASONS, BRADLEY! JUST TALK TO HIM!"

Scoffing, Bradley shook his head and pointed a finger at you. "DID YOU DO THIS? DID YOU TELL HIM TO PULL MY PAPERS?" Shocked, you shook your head.

"NO! BRADLEY JUST TALK TO DAD!"

Silence filled the room as you both took in your own words. Shaking, you brought a hand up to cover your mouth. Tears spilled from your eyes as you wiped him.

"Dad?" Bradley scoffed, his voice full of venom. "That guy's dead to me. And, so are you."

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inmyloveworld · 8 months

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open arms (bradley "rooster" bradshaw x kazansky!reader)

for @roosterforme's 80's "Rocktober" Playlist Fic Challenge!

word count: ~2.6k

warnings: top gun: maverick spoilers, mention of death/funeral, general anxiety

song inspiration: open arms by journey

a/n: thank you so much to emily for this challenge! i truly have not felt so inspired to write in such a long time so this challenge was perfect for me. (my writing’s still a bit rusty, don’t get me wrong, but practice makes perfect eh?) all my love to you always, my favorite FAVORITE tg creator <3

lying beside you, here in the dark, feeling your heart beat with mine.

It was no longer a rarity that you ended up here, nestled beneath gently worn sheets against Bradley's side. Your shared breaths tangled in the air before finding a synchronized rhythm. His steady pulse thrummed against your ear as his hand traced lazily against your side. Silence had never felt so comfortable. And yet, each night you spent in each other's embrace, your mind wrestled with what this all meant.

You couldn't pop that bubble tonight, not when tomorrow meant Bradley would be seabound once again. The reminder of his departure had you nuzzling closer to him. Part of you wished you could sink into his skin somehow; to both stay at his side and shroud yourself from the muddled emotions you kept at bay. Bradley responded to your movement with a soft kiss to the top of your head and a contented sigh slipping past his lips.

How was so relaxed, not knowing what was to come of this deployment? It was equal parts inspiring and horrifying to see the stoicism he held for his work. You knew better than most how much it meant for him to follow in the footsteps of his father. The potential dangers would never outweigh the pride and passion he felt for flying. So instead, you sat to bear the brunt of the worry whenever he was sent off.

Shifting up slightly, you dared to find his face. His eyes sparkled in the streaks of moonlight seeping from the window. They were fixed on the ceiling as if he were deep in thought.

"What's on your mind?" Bradley did not shift his gaze to you just yet. Instead, he took in another deep breath, lifting his head along the way. His exhale was exasperated and furthered your concern. You sat up more, a hand trailing behind to cup his cheek. "Bradley?" you tried again. "You know you can talk to me about anything. I would never judge you."

The eyes Bradley met you with were filled with uncertainty; and hesitation, too. If you had known any better, you would suspect his thoughts were mirroring your own. What are we? What is this? Do you feel the same as I do? What do we do about it? There were too many questions for too few hours left together. There was never enough time.

You had settled with the time you could share, the sunny days filled with laughter and the intimate nights that became second nature to you both. Any question of “more” was pushed further and further off the table with every assignment.

He gave you half a smile as he brushed your hair back from your face. "You're so sincere," he whispered. A light flush danced along your cheeks as you fought a shy smile. "You look out for me more than anyone. You always have."

"And you have for me, too," you reminded him.

we sailed on together, we drifted apart, and here you are by my side.

Naval life brought you and Bradley together. He was the son of the great and ill-fated Nick Bradshaw, while you were the daughter of the highly decorated admiral Tom Kazansky. Virginia was home to you both in the years of your youth and rarely did your mothers keep you apart as you grew. Bradley was your best friend, and him yours.

You supported him on his journey to the Navy: trained alongside him for his physicals and quizzed him on examination materials. It was in those same moments you first felt afraid, both of what could happen to him in service and what you felt blooming in your chest. Half of that fear was suspended when your Uncle Pete pulled Bradley’s papers from the naval academy. The other half buried itself deep down as you acted once again as a shoulder for the frustrations of your best friend.

The decades following saw you both through all the stages of life: college classes, breakups, graduations, careers, apartments. Though your contact waned and waxed along the way, your paths never failed to converge. Like when he was stationed in Connecticut while you were living there, or when you found him vacationing in Key West during a work trip.

Your path led you back to San Diego, once your parents based themselves there. Only weeks ago had you moved across the country to support them both as your father's condition worsened. They pushed you to take some nights for yourself, and the Hard Deck was an easy recommendation.

Despite the many twists of fate that had reunited you for years, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind of emotions you felt seeing Bradley there. You were fighting to catch a half-decent breath as your heart beat rapidly in your chest.

It wasn’t long before he spotted you. There was some sort of unspoken second sense you had for one another. After a warm hug and some quips from his squad mates, you two were sharing drinks and laughing together like always. It was as if no time had passed since your last serendipitous meeting. He asked about your life, and you asked about his. Your throat tightened at his reason for returning to TOP GUN, but you shoveled those feelings, like always.

They resurfaced at the closing of your father’s funeral. Your Uncle Pete took to escorting your mother away while you stood still as stone at the gravesite. All of the aviators in attendance had departed from the cemetery. All but one.

It was quiet, apart from the slight whistle of the air. You heard the careful padding of feet behind you but cared not to face the intruder. A hand along the small of your back was all you needed to know who had stayed behind. As your face scrunched up in sorrow, Bradley curled you against himself. He kept you guarded through your tears, murmuring every word of solace he thought of into your ear.

And when you urged you could not face the others in mourning, Bradley brought you to your hotel room. He held you through your grief for Tom, as you had held him through his for Carole. He promised that night to forever hold you in your hardest moments, and you shakily promised the same.

Somehow, everything felt like it would turn out okay: the loss of your father, the mission, and whatever came after. Through every peak and valley, it had always felt like that when Bradley was beside you.

living without you, living alone, this empty house feels so cold. wanting to hold you, wanting you near. how much i want to bring you home.

Housesitting seemed like a good idea in the moment. You had yet to find your own bearings on the West Coast as you kept your mother company in her grief. She was kind to open her home to you, yet you craved to return to the breadth of your independence. Crashing at an empty house gave you a taste of that.

It was a no-brainer to Bradley. By the time he had gotten his papers, you were his home’s most frequent guest. He trusted you more than anyone; though, he would never say as such to Nat. The younger lieutenant had already teased enough about her friend’s recovered friendship.

Pieces of that friendship were dotted around the house, you quickly discovered. You had tried your best to keep your mind away from it. The days not jammed with work assignments and housekeeping drew too long. No hobby or day trip could fill the void caving deep in your chest. Empty notification screens and inboxes tore it further apart.

You caved on the fifth week, finally diving into the details of the quaint beach house. Bradley had kept the memories of almost four decades perfectly preserved in so many ways. Virginia Beach carnival tickets from your teen years in a trinket box, a takeout menu from a diner in Connecticut stuffed into a desk drawer, an incredibly tacky Key West magnet hung on his fridge.

An entire photo album was dedicated to your shared Navy family: your aviator uncles and fathers, your mothers, and the pair of you. Faded tickets and receipts were pasted alongside the pictures of your years together once he had a mind for momentos. You felt your chest grow tighter at the thought that went into each page.

Five weeks had passed without a single word from him or any of the friends you now shared. You knew missions could be like this, your own father having gone AWOL for months on several different top-level occasions. And yet, it never left you feeling so empty before.

Bradley's room had stayed shut since he closed it before leaving. You had not dared to breach his privacy, despite his continual assurances that you could sleep in his bed while he was away.

“It’s practically our bed at this point, isn’t it?”

But the closeness was too much. You had needed to distance yourself from it, desperate to quiet the fright echoing in your mind. Now, you longed to drown yourself in the ghost of his presence.

Bradley had fixed up his things before leaving. Ever the neat freak, his floor was swept clean and his bedding was perfectly tucked. The only difference you spotted was a green woolen blanket peeking above one pillow.

Carole had gifted you that blanket. It had started as you needing it one night at her house and quickly became a regular borrowing occurrence. You only ever returned it when she was at her sickest. The hope was to provide her with the same compassion and encouragement she gave you as you grew up. After she passed, you didn’t think to ask where it ended up.

You clutched onto the material, desperate sobs shaking your body. Bradley had held onto it this whole time. He tucked it in safely where he had wanted you to be, to provide you the comfort you needed while he was preparing for a flight that held no guarantee of a safe return. Bradley Bradshaw was looking out for you again, just like he always had.

The weight of it all dawned on you as you lay cold as ever in that bed. How much you wished he would walk through the door, how much you yearned for the warmth of his body beside yours; how much you wished to tell him everything. In the light of your realization, nothing mattered more than the docking date just over the horizon.

but now that you've come back, turned night into day, i need you to stay.

You had wanted to go to the dock: to be the person Bradley bolted off of the ship to embrace, the one to welcome him home after weeks away. It was the silence that locked you in place. Not a single form of correspondence had reached you since he had departed. Frustration would be an easy crutch to rely on if you weren’t so riddled with fear.

Fear that your last kiss was on the front steps of his porch. Fear that you would never again hear his honeyed voice singing along to your radio. Fear that you had lost your one true companion in this life, past your ups and downs along the way.

Nat was making rounds to grab Jake, Bob, and Javy off of the carrier, anyway. “It’s no problem,” she had said when you called her not half an hour before you had been planning to leave. It was scribbled on your calendar, with a little heart that Bradley added on himself. Your eyes filled with hot tears as you stared at it.

You dreaded a knock on your door, accompanied by an officer wearing a sullen expression and desolate words that would blur in your ears. Or the sorrowful looks worn by his closest squad mates as they found you in the crowd of families and other loved ones awaiting their arrival.

The possibilities plagued any chance of restful sleep, that night above all the nights since his departure. Instead, you curled yourself against Bradley’s beat-up loveseat from college, eyes darting to the front door at every blare of headlights passing by.

The ungodly hour ticked on from the tacky bar clock on the wall: one of Goose’s favorite old house accessories. Draped around your shaky form was the blanket from Carole. Your father’s dog tags hung from your neck. Would you soon need memorabilia to remember Bradley by, too?

A soft creak of wood caught your attention, then another. Keys jingled at the front door as the lock began to turn. Tired from travels and anxious from his own arrival, Bradley trudged through the door with his bag in tow.

You barely contained your gasp, drawing his attention right to you as you lurched up from your seat. The duffel fell from his hand with a light thud on the floor. Not a second was wasted before you ran to embrace him. Bradley caught you instantly as you leaped into his open arms.

The tears you had restrained for hours fell freely into the fabric of his uniform. Your hands clung tightly around his neck, scared to ever let go.

“I’ve got you,” Bradley soothed as he felt the rush of your anxieties manifesting. “I’m right here, darlin’; I’m home.”

“I was s-so worried,” you hiccuped. “I-I didn’t hear anything, a-and I-”

“Shhh, I know. I know; I’m so sorry.” He walked you both back over to the loveseat. Falling against it, Bradley held you closer to him as his wind-chapped lips buried into your hair. A deep inhale drew you closer to his shoulder, the resulting exhale elevating you to the familiar beat of his heart.

Only a few moments passed before you began to push at his chest. He was quick to brace himself for you to sit upright in his lap. Your eyes scanning him were unreadable. Bradley rubbed the tops of your thighs, clad in his old UVA sweatpants, as he waited on you patiently.

The words were right there. They had burdened the tip of your tongue through almost every stage of your intertwined lives. No matter what the outcome would be, no excuse was great enough to keep them caged any longer. You were done keeping this final piece of yourself from the person who had already put together the rest.

“I was looking around here, while you were gone,” you sniffled. Bradley nodded as a gentle encouragement. He could read your apprehension as clear as day. Still, he would never force answers from you that you were not yet ready to give. He gave you soft and composed reassurances instead.

After taking a deep breath, you continued. “We’ve spent so much of our lives dancing around one another; our whole lives, even.” You fought to keep your eyes locked in his, despite the adrenaline beginning to race through your system. “And no matter what’s happened, and what has come between us, we have always found each other again.” Bradley nodded again, his lips curving ever so slightly upwards. His thumbs continued to trace shapes over the decades-old cotton.

“You have made my every victory a celebration, every hurdle a little easier to jump. But I was always scared.” His smile dropped, a slight frown replacing it. “I was scared of how dark it would feel to lose the way your-” You hesitated at the word, debating whether it was too powerful to use. The feel of his hands squeezing tenderly at your hips stirred your voice forward. “The way your care lights up my life.”

You finally let your chin fall, to break his piercing gaze and take a moment to collect yourself. “I have hidden myself in fear for too long. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“I love you.” The words froze you. Processing them was not an easy feat, even more so when you had not seen him speak them. You flitted your widened eyes back up at Bradley. He was staring at you in a way you never recognized before, though no different from how he’d regarded you all along. It was only now you could put a name to it.

“I love you,” Bradley said again, to prove to you both that he really had. “You have always been my home and my safe haven from everything I've gone through.” He released his soft grip on your hips to caress your face instead, thumbs swiping at the tears still falling from your eyes. “Your love lights up my life, too.”

so now i come to you, with open arms. nothing to hide: believe what i say. so here i am, with open arms, hoping you'll see what your love means to me.

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Duck duck Goose | Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw

Pairing: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Naval Aviator!reader (call sign: Hummingbird)

Wordcount: 1485

Warnings: boys being idiots towards reader, FLUFF, ANGST, mentions of Goose's accident. FIX IT FIC BC I CAN.

A/N: I'm not tagging the usual people bc this is not... Top Gun Maverick. If anyone wants to be in my forever tag list, hit me up.

Special thanks to my darling @purplevortexx, always ready to help when i get stuck.

"Well, I hear a lot of things you gotta be a bit more specific here, buddy"

"Did you hear it?" Mav asks Goose, waiting for the waiter to give him another beer.

"There's a female pilot in the program"

That wasn't exactly what he had expected to hear. He knew there were female backseaters, but female pilots?

That girl is either crazy or the biggest badass to ever walk the Earth.

He can't wait to meet you.

"Hey, sweetcheeks, I'm hungry, can you make me a sandwich or something?" Hollywood teases you, for the hundredth time.

You stopped paying attention to him after the first week, but it's getting annoying.

"I don't know, Rick, why don't you ask your boyfriend over there?" you point in Wolfe's direction. "Maybe he can give you something to eat"

Goose's laugh is so loud that you can hear it from the other side of the hallway. It makes you smile. Honestly, he and Maverick are the only reasons you haven't left the academy.

Other than your RIO, Lucky, they were the only two men here that were supportive of you. Iceman sometimes said that you were better to fly with than Maverick.

Not sure if that was a compliment or not.

"Hummingbird, you need to stop it. Poor Hollywood here doesn't even know how to spell his name properly, you can't expect him to know how to address young ladies like you" Goose mocks, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You have to bite your lip to suppress the laugh. Nick has been very touchy with you, always checking to see if you're okay, if you need anything. When Maverick, Goose, you, and Lucky had been partnered on an exercise, he insisted on listening to your opinion before letting Mav do anything on his own.

Falling for someone who gives you that much attention and who respects your job, is the easiest thing you've ever done.

He is married and has a child, though, according to what you've heard. A kid! How can you even think of a married man that way?

“Birdie, we’re going out for some drinks. Wanna come with us?” He whispers in your ear, his breath making you shiver.

“Sure, let me go get changed”

“So, how’s baby Goose?” you finally ask after finishing your second beer. The golden liquid gives you the courage you lacked.

“My sweet Bradley! Let me show you a picture,” he smiles, pulling out a picture of his jacket. You see a little version of him in Goose’s arms, next to a beautiful woman. “There he is”

“Oh, is that Mrs. Bradshaw?”

“She was. Now she’s just my friend. And the mother of my son”

You look at him, expecting to see a sad look on his face. He seems happy, however. As if the two of them were better friends than they ever were as spouses.

“People don’t usually talk about their ex with a happy smile, you know?”

“Well, we’re not a normal case. We met young, fell in love, I became an aviator and when she got pregnant she asked me to be more careful but…”

"You can never be too careful when flying with Maverick," you finish, and he nods. “But it’s good that you’re friends. That will make things so much easier for Bradley”

“Yeah, it’s our main priority. He was a bit confused on Christmas when he went from Carole’s house to mine, but he got more gifts and that’s all he could care about” you can’t help but laugh. He leans over the bar top, his head resting on his hand, and looks at you, with the sweetest smile. “He would like you”

“Me?” you ask, getting a bit closer to him.

“He loves hummingbirds.” His free hand slowly moves from his beer to your cheek as he caresses it. His cold fingers contrast deliciously with your hot skin. “And I’m beginning to like them too”

You move slowly towards each other, attracted like magnets. You close your eyes, wetting your lips, and getting ready to kiss him, when Mav’s voice interrupts you. "COME HERE, GOOSE! There’s this girl I want you to- Oh. Did I interrupt something?”

You chuckle and pat Mav’s back before you leave.

“Did I really interrupt something?”

“I’m gonna choke you” Goose groans while he watches your figure leaving the bar.

The next few weeks go by, with both of you being incredibly obvious about your feelings but neither of you making a move. Small smiles whenever you two made eye contact. Finger-brushing whenever you two stood together. Sweet and loving little notes kept appearing on your locker, and the most special one had a little doodle of a hummingbird. You found a special place for it in your cockpit.

And yet, neither of you dared to say what was evident to everybody else.

Today’s exercise should have been easier. That was until Maverick and Goose’s aircraft got caught in Iceman’s jet wash. You’re on the base, you’ve been waiting for them to complete their exercise and come back, making you, Hollywood, and Woflman the next ones to perform the exercise.

You hear everything on the radio. Maverick trying to reach the ejection handles, but the spinning force of the F-14 made it impossible for him to do it. Goose is trying too, and succeeds, but something goes wrong.

The rescue team leaves immediately; the exercise is long forgotten. You and Lucky go inside, waiting to hear any news. Viper informs all of you that Goose got hit, but they don’t know the severity of his injuries.

Is this it? Are you going to lose someone as marvelous as he is? Did you waste the last few weeks flirting like idiots when the two of you could have been together?

Will you ever hear his loud laugh again? Will you ever hold his hand properly? Will you ever hear him call you ‘birdie’ again?

It’s been an hour, and you don’t have more news. Maverick is in the hospital, too, but you know he won’t leave Goose’s side until the RIO is either safe or dead.

At this point, you’re beginning to believe it’s the latest.

You’re sitting on the floor of the locker room, Goose’s sweet notes in your hands. You hold them tightly, praying to God to give him enough strength to survive. You just found someone you can imagine spending your life with.

Don’t take him away from me now.

“I’ve been looking for you, birdie”

You raise your head slowly, afraid that your brain is deceiving you. That the voice, and the owner, are just figments of your imagination.

But they're not. He's there.

Bloody and covered in bandages.

But alive.

And smiling.

"I thought you were dead" you whisper, watching as he silently sits in front of you.

"I was for a second. Cause I thought that I would never see you again. And that killed me inside for a moment, but... I'm here. And I don't want to waste one more second of my life not being with you"

“Goose, I-”

He presses one finger over his lips, making you stop talking and look at him. He leans over, his lips quickly replacing his finger. One of you is crying, you can feel the salty tears on your lips, the bittersweet aftertaste remaining on your tongue while you pull away.

“Goose, where the fuck are-. Why am I always interrupting you two?” Maverick laughs, watching you two sitting on the floor.

“You’re late this time, Mav” Goose says, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re late”

“And she’s good with you leaving the hospital when you weren’t supposed to?” Mav leans on the door when he sees the confusion in your face. “You didn’t tell her”

“Nicholas Bradshaw, you did not leave the hospital without authorization”

“Honey, I knew you would be so scared I had to tell you I was okay” he tries to convince you that him leaving the ER was justified, but you’re not having it.

“There’s this thing called the telephone. Ever heard of it? It allows you to call people and tell them: ‘Hey birdie, I’m not dead. Can you come here? I have to tell you something’”

“Oh, feisty, I like her” Mav comments, enjoying every second of the situation.

“But I had to see you. I couldn’t stop bleeding without seeing your face”

“Goose, you’re making it worse” you warn him.

He sighs, pecks your lips and gets up. “Are you coming with me to the hospital, at least?” he pouts.

You shake your head and roll your eyes. “You’re a big baby, you know?”

“Your big baby. And Mav’s. You have shared custody”

You snort, looking at the two aviators. “You better start walking before I kick your asses”

“Goose, your wife scares me”

“She’s not my wife!”

“Like hell you’re not marrying this one”

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Top Gun Maverick - How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship

Summary: How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship

Characters: Rooster, Hangman, Bob, young Mav and Fanboy

Warnings: 18+, MDNI

Words: 1,8k

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin:

- contrary to many believes I am convinced that Jake married young.

- either his high school or his college sweetheart

- definitely enemies to lovers

- it took them a while to figure their feelings out bc Jake was a teasing / flirting jerk and his s/o was not having any of it.

- they are the kind of couple who are extremely into PDA that makes everyone around them feeling cringey.

- also, a very competitive couple but in a healthy way where both parties are thriving to help the other becoming the best version of themselves.

- always doing their work outs together

- they probably had their first child soon after graduating college, 6 months married when Jake had just joined the Navy.

- it was not always an easy road, but they always worked through it.

- I am convinced they have a bunch of kids, probably between 3 or 4 with one set of twins.

- Jake passed out after he found out he will be a dad of twins.

- during the TGM time frame his kids were between the ages 10 – 5.

- I see Jake being the chilled parent, while his s/o is the one who is a bit stricter in her parenting.

- as well as with his wife, Jake always makes sure to reassure his kids to follow their dreams.

- at least one of the twins (a boy and a girl) when not both joined the navy, giving their mom a heart attack.

- After Jake got a permanent Job without being on deployments that often, he totally bought a ranch with some cows, so he would have an apology to wear his cowboy hat the whole time.

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw :

- Bradley never really believed that he was capable of having a relationship.

- Everyone he ever loved either died or betrayed him, so he closed off from an early age.

- That’s why he only had one-night stands or casual friends with benefits scenarios for the first 30 years of his life.

- Bradley is made for the friends to lovers’ trope.

- Probably met his s/o via friends, maybe a friend of Phoenix who he met a few years after they graduated Top Gun

- She is probably quite a bit younger than him.

- They were friends for at least 1 ½ years, until Bradley trusted her with his whole heart.

- It was on his dad’s death anniversary, which he normally spends alone, when his s/o showed up on his door, knowing he would need someone today.

- She is the first person who has seen him cry since his mom died.

- That was also the day he knew that she is not just a friend, but he is in love.

- At first, he was totally overwhelmed, never kneeing the feeling of real love.

- He probably needed some space after this, processing everything.

- But then showed up on their doorstep, confessing his feelings.

- After that day the both of them were inseparable

- They are each other’s best friend, partner in crime and ride or die.

- He is also the person who would never judge his partner for having mental health issues, he would be incredibly supportive cause he knows what the darkness feels like

- They probably have 2 or three kids, 2 girls and one boy (who is obviously called Nick)

- Roosters wife is probably pregnant with baby number 2 during the TGM time frame.

- They own a huge beach house in San Diego

- They are hosting the best barbecues

- They also have 2 dogs, probably golden retrievers which Rooster named Iceman and Maverick (he still thinks about getting a chihuahua and calling him Hangman)

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd :

- Robert knows his s/o since birth.

- Definitely childhood friends to lovers

- Their moms were best friend since middle school and as soon as they knew they will have each a boy and a girl, they had the dream of their kids ending up together.

- That’s exactly the reason it took the two of them years to actually come together.

- Both were quite good friends but their moms’ making comments about them coming together is just extremely cringe and strange for them (in their teen years)

- Their ways parted when they choose different colleges and only saw each other on holiday breaks when they came home.

- They would then spend every minute together by watching movies or driving through the city at night, talking about life.

- It was when Bob announced he will join the Navy that his s/o realized that she is in love with him.

- And it took Bob 8 months longer, until he had to eject out of a plane for the first time, terrified for his dear life that he realized the same.

- After Bob graduated Top Gun, he made his way back home and the both of them shared their feelings with each other that night.

- Everything about their relationship screams true love.

- Their moms both cried when the two announced they were engaged, 3 years after coming together.

- Due to some issues, it took Bob and his s/o a couple of years to get pregnant.

- But after a couple of years, they welcomed their only daughter in this world.

- Bob is definitely a girl dad.

- And he would throw the world best sleep overs for his daughter.

- With some homemade popcorn and different themes, he crafted some décor for

- Due to their fertility issues, they were probably still trying doing the TGM time frame, so this would probably a topic Bob and Phoenix would have talked often about in private.

- And she was just as happy as the grandmas to be, when she found out she was going to be an aunt.

- Bob and his s/o bought a huge house in their hometown shortly after their daughter was born

- This house is also the spot where every Dagger Celebration takes place

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Young Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell:

- His relationship to his s/o reminds me of the lyrics in Taylor Swifts song Mine

- ‘You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter.’

- His tropes also totally scream summer romance and the one that got away.

- It’s also giving Baby and Johnny (Dirty Dancing)

- He probably met her the summer when he was graduating Top Gun

- He was in his late twenties and she probably in her early to mid/twenties.

- She was probably in law or med school, trying to make her daddy proud, but she is a free spirit who is giving artsy vibes.

- Probably painted Mav on his Bike or in a cockpit a couple of times

- Their relationship progressed fast and was pretty passionate.

- Mav loved the sneaking around and encouraged his s/o to step up to her dad and follow her dreams.

- They had the perfect summer romance, with those cinematic moments (like riding his bike in the rain and sharing passionate kisses after)

- Their whole world shattered after Goose died.

- It was the end of the summer and s/o had to leave for university a couple of days after

- They were both heartbroken but agreed that every summer romance must come to an end.

- They were both deeply in love, without telling the other.

- Their heartbreak was horrifying.

- But they never stopped thinking about each other.

- It took them 5 years to reunite, meeting up in San Diego again, where reader opened a little cafe for artist after quitting college.

- It was a beautiful reunion, which lasted about 8 days until Mav got deployed.

- They both agreed that a stable relationship with a house, dog and kids were not what was in the cards for them at that point, so they kept in casual.

- It was about 15 years later, when Mav was in his mid 40’s and his s/o in her late 30’s that they agreed on settling down, in their own kind of way.

- Mav opened his shop and they both agreed on buying a black Labrador which they called Goose.

- Being the dagger squads second set of parents and working with them through their life crises

- Their life is not what others, especially people in the navy, would call conventional.

- But neither Mav nor his s/o is conventional and that’s the exact reason they love each other so deeply.

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Mikey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia:

- He is the dream guy for every fangirl.

- He probably met his s/o on a convention.

- This or it was a blind date which was set up by Payback.

- The two of them went out for Burger and Fries in a typical American Diner for their first date, where they talked and talked about every fandom they had ever been in

- They always have something to talk about

- The two of them will go to Comic Con and Fan Events together, wearing the cutest couple costumes ever.

- Gamer Boyfriend and Book Lover Girlfriend

- He is the one to re-create book scenes with

- Like standing in a doorframe and so on

- He will beta read every fanfiction his s/o ever wrote, giving great critique and compliments.

- Each other’s safe place

- After always being judged for being a part of several fandoms from early ages on, it is very important for them to never judge their partner and making sure both of them are feeling safe.

- Huge discussions after which fictional characters their kids will be named after

- They probably have two boys, who are 4 years apart.

- The first one was a couple of weeks old during the TGM time frame.

- Its broke Mickeys heart to leave his girlfriend and his newborn son alone, but Payback made sure to bring his WSO back to his family.

- They married shortly after the Uranium Mission, Payback being Fanboys best man.

- This wedding definitely had some Pinterest inspiration from different fandoms.

- For the name of their second son, the dagger squad had to vote between different fantasy names.

- Mickey lost after trying to get the others vote for Anakin Legolas Garcia

- The two of them hosting gaming events for Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and Hangman on the one side, while his wife, Bob, Phoenix, and Rooster had their book club meeting on the other side of the living room.

- They also make the greatest Christmas cards, every year a different fantasy theme.

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honeybeedewdrops · 2 years

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Career Day | B.Bradshaw

Summary: Your son Nick wants his dad Rooster to come in and talk about his job.

A/N: I know, I know classic name Nick but I just find it so cute that Rooster and his wife would definitely name their son Nick.

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You were in the kitchen making dinner as your son Nick sat at the table colouring. "Mommy when's daddy going to be home?" "Pretty soon why?" you ask. "I have something I want to ask him" you nod "ok well he should be home any minute" and right on cue.

The jingle of keys and the door opening meant Rooster was home. Your son shoots up out of his chair and races for the door. "Daddy" "hey buddy" you heard Rooster "did you have a good day?" "yeah Mommy picked me up from school and then we went to the park and had ice cream" your son says "Oh did you now and without me?" "you weren't home silly" You smile hearing the excitement in your son's voice.

"Now where is your mom?" "in the kitchen making some smelly food" you hear Roosters oh so famous laugh making butterflies come to your stomach. You turn around as you hear them walk into the kitchen. "Hey Honey" you say and kiss him "ewwww" and you both turn seeing your son covering his eyes making you both chuckle. "Pretty soon you won't think it's gross you little stinker" you say pointing at him.

"No mommy girls are gross" he says. "ok well i'll remember that." you say giving Rooster a look. "daddy come look" your son says pulling him over to the table where he had been colouring all afternoon. "wow these are great" "Really?" "yeah a real artist" It was so cute seeing them interact Rooster was an amazing father. You listen to the two boys as you finished up dinner.

"Ok boys time to clean up" you say as dinner is ready. The two boys clean up all the papers, markers, and pens before watching them both go into the bathroom you smile. How did I get so lucky you think before putting everything on the table. Durning dinner Rooster helps your son put some on his plate before serving you and then himself. "Thank you" you say "of course ladies first as always" "oh such a gentleman" and you all dig in before your son let's out a gasp making you jump. "I forgot Monday is Career day. Daddy I want you to come in and talk to my class" Nick says running over to his backpack getting a paper out and handing it to Rooster.

"Career day sounds exciting." Rooster says and you take the flyer. "Nick how come I wasn't invited" "your jobs boring mommy" you roll your eyes. Boys. "my job is not boring" "Mommy it is" You look to Rooster asking him to back you up. "Just a smidge" he says you gasp "Bradley Bradshaw you take that back" you say throwing your napkin at him. "hey hey i'm just being a supportive father" You roll your eyes "oh yeah sure" you were then interrupted.

"So daddy can you come? Can you?" he says jumping up and down in his seat. "Hey calm down Buddy i'll be there" Rooster says making your son squeal. You smile seeing how excited one kid can get.

It was quite unfortunate your son didn't ask you but you were ok seeing as it was bonding time for Nick and Rooster. As Rooster only got a few years with his dad. You knew Rooster wanted to spend as much time with you and Nick as he could.

When your son came home that day after school he was so excited, it even led to him wanting to be just like his dad but every kid says that. For your case you hopped it was just a phase.

#rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun x reader #miles teller #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x y/n #top gun imagine #rooster imagine

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missathlete31 · 9 months

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While you were sleeping has been popping up everywhere in stories and on this website lately so obviously my mind decided to make it an AU possibility.

It’s a little out there but I think it has potential 🙈

Jake Seresin, a down on his luck MTA worker, looks forward to one thing every morning- when the dark haired older man in a bomber jacket greets him with a smile as he gets on the train. Every day Jake waits for that smile, spending the rest of his shifts dreaming up what his life would be like if he ever got the chance to date that gorgeous guy.

Then on Christmas, the man of Jake’s dream is pushed and falls on the tracks. Jake immediately jumps in to save him, going as far as to follow the man to the hospital. Thanked and congratulated for being a hero, Jake is sent on his way, when he can’t help mumbling wistfully (and jokingly) about being the man’s fiancé. A nurse overhears and thinks he’s telling the truth and suddenly Jake is whisked in to meet the man’s family.

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell might not have a lot of blood relatives but he has friends who care for him, despite not being around much after changing professions a few years ago. They are all shocked to meet Jake, and to hear Pete is engaged. The Bradshaws in particular, Nick, (Mav’s best friend and former partner before he left their firm) and his wife Carole, are eager to hear all about how the two came to be. Jake spins a tale of love but his story sidetracks when the Bradshaws son Bradley appears flustered and running into the hospital room. With wayward curls, an 80s mustache, Hawaiian shirts and a snarky attitude, Bradley Bradshaw should be the last person to catch Jake’s eye but as the two start to spend more time together waiting for Pete to wake up, Jake can’t deny that his feelings are becoming more complicated than he thought. Add in the fact that any minute Pete can wake up and expose all his lies, it’s no wonder Jake is bordering on a nervous breakdown.

A budding romance, a web of lies, and a family ready to embrace him until they learn the truth, Jake has a lot to share with his fiancé about what happened ‘while he was sleeping.’

Thanks everyone for your support on these. I get so nervous posting them and then I think no one really likes them or cares. I know I’m not the writer type but maybe they will inspire others at least!! 💗

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 7

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It is here my lovesss! The second post for this double post day! I really hope you all are enjoying the fic so far! Once again thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your love and support! I love you all 💕 Happy reading!

A/n: Get your sun hats and sunglasses ready bestiessss! We are going to the beach 😎 Things are about to heat up 😉☀️🌴 Enjoy! 🍹

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Cursing, description of hot naked torsos of men (If there are any that I missed please let me know!)

y/n/n: your nick name

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Today was the day you and Bri were going to bring Leia to the beach to hang out with Penny. You dressed Leia in a cute bathing suit, lathered her in sunblock and finished with a cute bucket hat. You put one of your sweaters on her so she could wear it in the mean time. You put on a black one piece that had cute cut outs to show a little skin. Then you added an oversized sun hat and a black sheer long skirt. You and Bri loaded the car with stuff for Leia to play with and a cooler filled with drinks and food. You drove to the beach and parked in the parking lot of the Hard Deck where Penny was waiting for you.

You got out of the car and greeted one another. Penny got Leia out of the car and carried her over to the sand while skipping. Leia was giggling as she bounced up and down with every skip Penny did. “Are you ready for some sand, sweetie?” Penny put her down.

Leia’s feet hit the warm sand and she did a little jump. “It’s a little warm.” She hopped around getting used to the sand. “Penny can you take off my sweater! I wanna make a sand angel.” She lifted her arms up.

Penny lifted the oversized jacket over Leia’s head. Leia laid in the sand and started to move her arms and legs to make an angel. She got up and pointed to her masterpiece. “Look!” Penny bent down and drew a little smiley face on the angel’s head.

Penny: “Okay, let’s dust you off before mom comes and sees you’re already covered in sand.” She laughed and patted Leia down. “Can you help me set up some towels, sweetie?” She handed Leia a Star Wars towel she brought for her and Leia squealed.

She hugged the towel and threw it in the air, “Thank you!!! I love it!!” She laid it down and Penny sat with her on the towel.

Penny adjusted Leia’s little bucket hat and pulled a plastic bucket with some little shovels from her beach bag. “Do you want to build a super cool sand castle with me, Leia?” She said while holding the shovels by her face. Leia smiled and nodded her head. Penny gave her a shovel and they started to fill the bucket together.

Bri invited Billy and Austin to come as well. They got there a couple of minutes after you two. They unloaded the car and went to go set up the umbrella, towels, chairs and ice chest where Penny and Leia were already starting to build a sandcastle.

Austin gave you a kiss on the cheek after he was finished setting up and you blushed.

Austin: “Hey, you look really beautiful in your beach attire.” He fiddled with part of your sheer skirt. He looked at you and you could pretty much see the hearts in his eyes.

You played with your skirt and tilted your head to look at him under your oversized sun hat, “Thank you, Austin.” You smiled just keeping it casual. You were still getting to know the sweet guy.

He nodded to you, “You’re welcome, y/n. I’ll see you around. I’m going to go take a dip with Billy.”

After Austin left with Billy to the water Bri ran over to you. She almost trampled you over. She threw her hands around you, “God girl he was basically drooling over you.” She bumped your hip with hers. She laid her head on your shoulder and you two watched the guys as they submerged into the water. “They’re so cute I swear.”

You gently pushed her head off of your shoulder, “Sis you're drooling on me.” You laughed and she pushed you.

You, Bri and Penny relaxed on the chairs and were tanning as the boys took Leia out to the water. Your hot skin felt cool and the sun was being blocked. Then you heard a familiar voice approach the three of you.

Mav: “Ladies.”

You lifted your sunglasses and hat and smiled up at Mav. “Hey Mav!”

Penny: “What are you doing here Pete?”

Mav: “The pilots that I’m teaching are actually going to come out here for some football today.”

You shifted you look to Bri and your eyes got wide. She looked at you and lifted her sunglasses too. She wiggled her eyebrows at you and leaned over. “Some hot aviators on the beach, say less girl.” She put her sunglasses back on and sat back to tan and listen to Mav.

You felt the butterflies kick up in your stomach and your body started to tingle. That meant Bradley was going to be here. You wanted to get up and gather all your stuff grab your daughter and run. Right as you sat up, Mav was already looking in their direction and flagging them down.

Mav: “Hey everyone! We will go and set up down there!” He pointed to a spot that was kind of far away from where you where sitting.

You peeked over your seat slightly and barely lowered your sunglasses. You searched the group of pilots and saw Bradley in the back talking to one of the female’s. He was showing her something on his phone. He was wearing a Naval academy shirt, some jean shorts, flip flops and his famous aviators.

You sighed in relief when they all started to walk over the other way, away from you. You turned back around to face forward. You looked out to see your daughter running up to hug Mav.

She gave him a big hug from behind. She was all wet, getting him wet. “Hi Mav!”

He looked under his arm to see your daughter hugging him at his hip. “Hey my little Jedi. How are you sweetheart!” He picked her up and gave her kisses on her cheek.

You smiled. “Jedi?”

Mav looked at you. “Yea like... Star Wars…”

You interrupted. “No… Mav. Princess Leia is not a Jedi.” You laughed.

He smiled back at you and shook his head. “Well I don’t know, y/n!” He laughed.

Leia yelled at looked at Mav. “I’m not a Jedi!”

Mav: “Okay what are you then, sweetheart?” He patted her belly.

Leia: “I’m a princess, Mav.” She frowned and pushed her forehead to his.

Mav: “I know you are a princess, sweetie. But how about you be my little Jedi warrior?” He poked her nose.

Leia: “Okay but then you’ll be…” She thought about it as she tapped on her chin, “My Papa Mav if I’ll be a COOL Jedi warrior.” She was smiling at Mav.

Mav narrowed his eyes at her and smiled. “Deal.” He poked her on her nose. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her down. “I’ll come back to catch up after work is done today ladies. Enjoy your time in the sun!” Then he jogged over to the group and waved bye to you all.

The boys came up to the area where you girls were sitting. They started to dry themselves and dress back in their clothes.

Billy to Bri: “Hey babe, Austin and I have to get going. We were gonna meet up with the guys.” He sat at the edge of her lounge chair dusting the sand off of his feet.

Bri: “Okay! Well thanks you guys for coming out for a bit!” She kissed Billy.

Y/n: “Yea thanks for coming out guys.” You smiled at Austin.

Austin planted a kiss on your head and they were off. Penny looked at you with a devilish look. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Penny: “Was that Darth Vader?” She was smiling.

You didn’t answer just stayed silent and she started to laugh. “God, I love you y/n.”

After you were all finished sun bathing, Penny played with Leia resuming their sand castle as you and Bri went for a walk by the shoreline. You walked by all the naval pilots that Mav came with hoping no one in particular would see you walk by. They had their own little set up. They had chairs out with umbrellas, some food and a radio that was blasting some music as they started to form the teams. You could see that Bradley was one of the team captains and the other was a tall blonde haired man with abs of a god. You watched as Bradley called for people on his team. Thankfully he had his back toward you as you walked behind him on the shoreline. You literally were inches from him. Your skirt grazing his leg. You got the slightest whiff of his cologne and your body tingled.

You leaned over to Bri, “He literally still smells the same.”

She looked at you confused, “What are you talking about?” She looked around, “Who still smells the same?”

You pointed over your shoulder to the group of pilots, one of which was Bradley. She was looking around and looked back at you, “Girl, what the hell are you talking about?”

You sighed loudly, “Bradley! Bradley Bradshaw! Our old roommate!” You were now walking further away from them. You turned to start walking up the beach, so now they were on the side of you but still far. You pointed him out. He was standing there with his team, still in his clothes from earlier. He had his hands on his hips as he was chatting with his team.

Bri stopped and pulled her sunglasses off. She studied the man you pointed out. You both stood there for a little bit. Bradley started to run up to their little set up. He kicked off his flip flops and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her jaw practically dropped, “NO FUCKING WAY THAT IS BRADSHAW, Y/N!” She looked at you in disbelief. She pointed to him as he started to stretch his arms out. You followed her finger’s direction and now your jaw hit the floor.

Your eyes got wide, “Holy fuuuuuuuck…” You said slowly as you admired his strong body. His shoulders were broad, he had freaking abs, his biceps were huge, his back so toned. You blinked a couple of times. You were stunned.

Bri pulled you to continue the walk, “There is no way that is Bradley.” You nodded at her. “The Navy definitely did that boy some good because holy HOT y/n!!!” She kept looking over at him.

You hit her arm, “Stop staring he will see us!” She pushed you away from her and kept looking. You started to pull her in a direction away from him, “Come onnnnn Bri.”

“He has the body of a thousand Gods, y/n! How could I not stare! He used to be…. Well not exactly like that when he lived with us.” She was still staring at him. She looked at you, “You should totally go talk to him!” She gave you a little push in his direction. You stopped yourself and ran to the other side of her giving her a death glare.

“I am not going over there. He’s working, Bri.”

You made it out safely and continued your walk. On your way back you walked away from the shore line more in the sand. You were walking by their set up and their radio was blasting, Take My Breath Away by Berlin. You could still hear the commotion coming from the group of hot shirtless men and women as one of them with glasses caught the ball and ran into the end zone. Everyone started to cheer for him.

Then there he was, glistening like a damn vampire in the sun. Picking up the one with glasses so effortlessly and putting him on his shoulders. God he looked good. His toned abs and his V line that peaked out a little because his shorts were slowly trickling down his hips. His arms bigger than ever and his pecks so full. He looked so good you started to feel yourself get flush. And it wasn’t from being warm from the heat. You were practically drooling at the sight of him. You could see his veins bulging out of his biceps as he held on to his teammate. He was yelling and cheering for him. The vein in his forehead was popping out slightly. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes. He took your breath away. He looked so damn good, it was a crime.

Bri nudged you because she noticed you were heavily distracted and you looked at her, “Take my breath awaaaayyyyyyy.” She sang with the song as she mocked you. You rolled your eyes and looked back over.

He put the guy with glasses down and readjusted his aviators. He started to look over in your direction and you turned away quickly. You were hoping you were far enough for him not to notice you. You and Bri walked quickly back to your area. They continued to play football and you watched him from afar. You saw Penny doing the same as she lightly bit her lip as she watched Maverick.

You chuckled to yourself. “Is someone getting the googly eyes for a certain captain?” You smiled devilishly at her.

She threw her towel at you. “Not a chance.” And she looked back in their direction doing it all over again.

You continued to watch them play and Bradley threw the winning touchdown to one of the guys. He ran towards one of his teammates and jumped up to chest bump with him. As he planted back onto the ground, he did a little dance and your jaw practically fell and hit the floor. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life. You bit your lip and were in a daze until Mav came over and sat at the end of your chair.

You looked at him and he smiled at you. “Were you enjoying the view over there ladies?” He laughed as he put his shirt back on and adjusted his aviators.

You looked at Penny. “I know a particular someone who was enjoying one person’s view.” You smiled.

Mav: “Bradley’s?” He looked at you while he started to dust the sand off of his legs. “Your jaw is still on the floor, sweetheart.” He was laughing at you.

You slapped Mav’s arm and scoffed. “Not a chance, Mav.” You laughed.

Mav patted your foot, “I’m kidding y/n. I’m just teasing you, sweetheart.”

You shook your head at him, “mmmhmmm.”

Mav started to dust the sand off of his feet, “So you going to go talk to him, y/n?”

You sighed. “I don’t think I will today. I haven’t put too much thought into what I want to say to him.” You were being very solemn.

Mav looked at you and took a deep breath as he accepted your answer.

You continued to lay on your chair in the sun. You had your eyes closed. Then you heard an all too familiar voice.

Bradley: “Hey Mav, here are the balls. We are about to kick back and have some food.”

Mav: “Okay cool. Thanks Rooster.” He took the footballs from Bradley and placed them next to your feet.

Your eyes shot open you turned your head slowly away hoping he wouldn’t look at you.

He cleared his throat and lowered his aviators, “Y/n/n? Is that you?”

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IT'S FINALLY HERE!! BRADLEY HAS SPOTTED YOU FORREAL BESSSSTIES! How do you think this encounter with Bradley will be? What do yo think is going to happen? Oh my gossshhhhh!!! He's hereeeeee! 🤗 Brb I don't know how to act 🥹 I'll see you in the next! 💕

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goldenseresinretriever · 2 months

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The Friendships of the SDD Universe

jake seresin and javy machado: the teammates

mickey garcia and zam: the soulmates

mickey garcia and bob floyd: the roommates

javy machado and natasha trace: the classmates

reuben fitch and mickey garcia: the found family

pete mitchell and nick bradshaw: the best friends

carole bradshaw and dare mitchell: the support system

javy machado and zam: the unlikely duo

josie fitch and roadie: the coworkers

A/N: This was made for my Pal-entine’s challenge!!! Happy Pal-entine’s Day to all my friends and every single one of you! Tell your friends that you love them today 🥺🩵

#goldenseresinretriever's pal entine’s challenge!#san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters hockey au #snitches get stitches // sdd #sgs // sdd #you catch more bees with honey // sdd #ycmbwh // sdd #tgm hockey au #top gun maverick hockey au #the long game // sdd #tlg // sdd #false confidence // sdd #fc // sdd

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year

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A Little Gosling - Goose

Pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw / Mitchell! Fem! OC | Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: (Unplanned) Pregnancy - Don't Like, Don't Read; Secret Relationship; Suggestive Content; Mentions of Sex; Light Angst; Second Person ("You") POV, but No Y/N

[Reader is Maverick's younger sister and a teacher. Everything else is left open-ended.]

If you are a MINOR, do me a favor and READ SOMETHING ELSE.

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: Some frantic goodbye sex with your secret boyfriend Goose yields a little surprise. Four months later, Goose comes back stateside to attend Top Gun. Now, all you need to worry about is telling him before your brother Maverick finds out.

A.N. We're going to pretend that Carole and Goose never met and Carole is off living her best life elsewhere here.

Edit: Part 2 is now out!

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You adjusted your dress carefully, checking your appearance in the mirror. The cups of your dress were tighter than normal, but the rest of the dress was flowy and hid your figure well enough. Someone would have to really be scrutinizing your abdomen to find a sign of your little bump among the patterned fabric.

Getting into a secret relationship with your brother’s best friend was definitely not the best idea that you ever had in your life. And neither was getting accidentally pregnant with his baby before you even told your brother Maverick that you were together in the first place.

But in your defense, if Maverick wanted keep you two apart, he should have stopped leaving you two alone together while he chased after whoever caught his eye. Goose and you spent a lot of time together over the years because of Maverick’s horndog tendencies and you weren’t going to apologize for that.

And, well, Goose was a good man. He was sweet to you. He bought you flowers for your birthday even before you ever dated. He always supported you and never spoke over you or made you feel like you weren’t important. He sent you love letters that made you swoon even though he knew that you couldn’t do the same for him for fear of Maverick finding them.

You loved him. And he loved you. And that was all that mattered.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. It wouldn’t do you or anyone else any good if you showed up stressed. Maverick would get suspicious and hover around you and then you wouldn’t be able to tell Goose the news. And you needed to tell him. Soon. Before your bump was actually noticeable and everyone found out.

You just hit seventeen weeks and your bump was growing every day. You managed to hide it from everyone for now, but soon, it wasn’t going to be possible. So, you really needed to tell Goose. Tonight. Immediately. You were lucky enough that he got called home when he did, instead of in another seven months like originally planned.

So, you had to tell Goose about the little gosling. Tonight.

“What do you think, huh?” you asked, running a hand down your bump. “I’m just freaking out over nothing, aren’t I?” You rubbed your hand up and down your bump and sighed, placing your hands on your hips. “You know, one of these days, you’re going to have to kick for me.”

But not today, apparently.

Smiling softly, you grabbed your purse and keys and headed out to Goose’s car—his blue 1972 Ford Bronco. Goose called the car ‘his baby’ and left you specific instructions on how to take care of it while he was away. Ironically, Goose’s actual baby was more than likely conceived in the backseat.

Frantic goodbye sex minus a condom because Goose never restocked his stash plus your now very ironic ‘just pull out, we’ll be fine’ comment equaled one little gosling.

And you hadn’t told Goose. You were worried about his reaction—mostly about the high possibility that he would open the letter in front of Maverick, your brother, pass out from the new information, Maverick would read the letter, and it would all blow up from there. And, well, if Maverick was going to freak out, then Goose didn’t deserve to go through that alone.

Not if you could help it, anyway.

Pulling up to base, you showed the guard your ID and signed in before you were directed to the proper parking lot. Adjusting the straps of your dress, you made your way over to the airstrip. On your way over, however, you were surprised to see Cougar’s wife Eileen and her son.

“Eileen?” you called, causing her to turn around. “Cougar’s coming home too?”

“Yes, he is,” Eileen replied, adjusting her hold on her son. “I just got the message last night. Maverick and Goose are coming home as well?”

“Yeah, I got a message last night too,” you explained, trying to not stare at the baby boy.

You were the second-grade teacher at the on-base elementary school, so you had spent quite a lot of time around children. But there was just something about finding out that you were expecting one of your own that made your eyes latch onto any baby within a ten-meter radius of you.

“Where’s Kathy then?” you added, referring to Merlin’s wife.

“I called her last night and she said that she never got any message. Merlin isn’t coming home.”

“That’s strange,” you trailed off, trying to not assume the worst. You quickly forced your usual teacher smile when dealing with a concerned parent and gestured to Eileen’s son. “But at least Cougar finally gets to meet this little cutie.”

“I know,” Eileen sighed, hugging her son closer. “He was so upset that he missed his birth.”

“That’s the Navy, unfortunately,” you mumbled, grimacing to yourself.

The thought of giving birth alone crossed your mind more than you would have liked to admit already. Goose and Maverick could be redeployed at the drop of a hat and sent to the complete opposite side of the world, leaving you all by yourself. You tried to not dwell on that fact, though. There were a lot of other steps that had to be taken first before you even got there.

“Come on, I’m sure that they’re just about to land,” you urged, redirecting the conversation.

You made your way over to the airstrip to see the three aviators already walking over. Cougar started sprinting as soon as he spotted his wife and son. You smiled and squeezed Eileen’s shoulder reassuringly before breaking away to greet your own boys. Maverick reached your first, but Goose was impatiently right on his tail.

“Ah, there you are,” Maverick jokingly called to you. “You weren’t going to make us walk home?”

“Not this time,” you mused, letting your brother pull you into a hug. “I missed you, Pete.”

“Missed you too, Sis.”

You released your brother, who instead stared over at the exchange between Cougar and Eileen. You quickly turned to Goose and fought the significant urge to leap into his arms and kiss him breathless. Instead, you stepped over and got up on your tiptoes to give him a proper hug.

“Hey, Goosie,” you stated, burying your face in his chest.

“Hey, honey,” he returned, resting his head on top your own.

Goose quickly wrapped his arms around your and pressed a discreet kiss to the top of your head. One that you knew meant that he was excited to see you and that he was barely holding onto his sanity at the fact that he couldn’t kiss your like he wanted to right then and there.

But you both knew that you just had to wait a little longer before you could reunite properly.

“What happened with Cougar?” you asked, reluctantly breaking away from Goose.

“He turned in his wings,” Goose replied bluntly, causing your eyes to widen.

“He did what?”

“He got all freaked out on one of our patrols,” Maverick supplied, turning to you. “He thought that he was going to die and never meet his son.”

“Poor man,” you sighed, shaking your head. You turned back to Maverick and Goose and straightened up, studying their gazes. “But why are the two of you home then?”

“We’re going to TOP GUN,” Maverick stated proudly, high-fiving Goose before turning back to you. “And you should come with us.”

“Really? You want me to come with you guys?” you asked, trying to not reach out to Goose.

“Yeah, unless you’re doing summer school,” Maverick replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“No, I’m not,” you replied, shaking your head a bit. Sharing an intensely longing look with Goose, you eventually turned back to Maverick. “I mean, if you don’t mind me coming along, I could.”

“I think that you should,” Goose all but blurted out immediately. “Come along, I mean.”

“Well, then I guess I should get packing,” you agreed, unable to help your wide smile.

As Maverick turned to start walking over to greet Cougar and his wife, Goose reached for your hand and gave it a quick squeeze. You grabbed his hand in return, wanting to openly show the world that you loved Goose and that he loved you.

“Tonight,” Goose whispered in your ear, causing you to sneak a quick peck to his cheek.

“Tonight,” you agreed quietly.

And, like clockwork, Maverick’s horndog tendencies gave the two of you some space to talk.

Goose threw open the door to your bedroom and kicked it closed with his heel. Carrying you over to your bed, Goose gently laid you down before crawling on top. You cupped Goose’s cheeks with your hands and wrapped your legs around his waist. You rolled your hips up to grind against his own, which caused Goose to tighten his hold on you.

“Did you miss me, Goosie?” you asked, running your hands down his back.

“Every day, honey. Every. Goddamn. Day,” Goose groaned, rolling his hips in time with your own.

He sat up and quickly removed his Hawaiian shirt. You helped him pull off his white undershirt before pulling him back down to your lips once more. Goose rolled you two over and reached for your zipper without ever taking his lips off of your own.

But when you felt your dress start to loosen, you pulled back. Goose dropped his hands immediately and stared up at you with concern.

“What is it, honey? What’s wrong?” Goose asked softly.

You pressed your lips together and rested your hand against Goose’s chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath your fingers.

“Before we go any further, there’s something that I need to tell you.”

You climbed off of Goose and sat up on your bed. Goose straightened up and turned to you with a worried expression. He reached for your hand and brought it up to his lips, earning a small smile in return from you.

“What is it? You can tell me, honey.”

“Do you remember the night before you shipped out?” you started off with, staring down at your lap.

“Very well,” Goose assured you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Why?”

“Well . . .”

You trailed off, trying to figure out how to deliver the news. You released Goose’s hand and slowly stood up. Reaching back, you finished pulling down the zipper of your dress. Turning back to Goose, you put up a brave face and pulled the straps of your dress down. You let the fabric pool around your feet and stepped out of it.

Goose stared up at you, clearly confused, before he spotted the now visible bump. You slowly cupped your small bump, which became infinitely more noticeable when you curved your back a bit and turned to the side. Goose’s breath left his body. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull and his lips parted in shock.

“Well, um, I got a souvenir from that night,” you quipped nervously, waiting for Goose’s reaction.

He blinked rapidly, glancing between your face and your small bump. You pursed your lips together anxiously, trying to remain calm. You reminded yourself that you just dropped a bomb on Goose. This was definitely a surprise for him, so you just needed to be patient.

“You’re pregnant?” Goose breathed out, staring up at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, Goosie.”

Goose nodded slowly, still processing the information before he slowly got up from his spot. You watched him closely, worried that he was going to get up and leave. But then he carefully pulled you to his chest and gently tilted your chin up so that he could rest his forehead against your own.

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated, his tone softer than before.

“I’m pregnant,” you confirmed, causing Goose to nod.

“And you’re okay with that?” he asked you softly, searching your eyes for concern.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Goosie.”

“And everything’s healthy? With both of you?”

“Clean bills of health.”

“I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, his voice picking up a lighter tone.

“Yes, Goosie,” you mused, rubbing your noses together. “You’re going to be a dad.”

“Holy shit,” Goose breathed out, causing you to chuckle. “I’m going to be a dad.”

He quickly pressed a set of kisses all over your face, which made you giggle due to the tickle of his mustache. You tried to return the kisses, but he was too fast for you. Pulling you into a deep kiss that stole your breath away, Goose slowly rested his hand on the swell of your bump. He spread his fingers, feeling the curve on his own properly for the first time.

“Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad!” Goose exclaimed, causing you to frantically shush him.

“Goose, the neighbors!”

“I’m going to be a dad!” Goose yelled out instead.

“Nick,” you laughed, trying to get him to quiet down. “You’ll alert the whole town yelling like that. Including Mav.”

“Right, sorry,” Goose whispered back. “Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad.”

Goose pulled you in for another soft kiss before dropping down to his knees to kiss your small bump. Nuzzling against your skin, Goose pressed a series of kisses that brought happy tears to your eyes. You ran a hand through his hair as Goose whispered to your little gosling.

“Hey, I’m your dad,” Goose informed your bump, causing you to smile. “I’m sorry that I was away for a bit, but I’m here now and I can’t wait to meet you in . . .”

“About five months,” you supplied for Goose.

“About five months,” he echoed back to your bump.

Goose pressed another kiss to your bump before standing up and gathering you in his arms again. But just as you started to return his loving kiss, Goose pulled back with a sudden realization.

“Wait right here.”

“What? Goose, what are you—”

You didn’t even get to finish your question before Goose bolted out of the room. Sighing to yourself, you shook your head. Running a hand down your bump, you managed a small smile when you heard Goose cursing at himself as he rummaged through his drawers.

“Your dad’s a bit of a nutcase,” you informed your baby, shaking your head. “But we like our nutcase.”

Goose nearly tripped as he ran back into your bedroom. You were about to ask him what the fuss was all about when he dramatically dropped onto one knee and held up a small box. And this time, it was your turn to comedically widen your eyes and drop your mouth open.

“Nick . . . are you serious?” you asked him softly, holding a hand to your chest.

“Of course, I’m serious,” Goose replied, popping open the case.

“How long have you had the ring?”

“About a year.”

“Nick, we’ve only been dating for a year,” you pointed out, like he was the crazy one.

“I know, honey,” Goose replied, causing your eyes to widen again.

“Holy shit.”

Goose laughed and held up the ring for you to see it. The ring was simple with a gold band and a circular diamond in the center. It wasn’t that large and Goose knew that some of the men who routinely flirted with you on base could probably afford a bigger and grander ring. But you didn’t seem to mind when you held your hands to your mouth, happy tears in your eyes.

“Will you marry me and make me the happiest guy in the whole world?” Goose asked, smiling softly.

“Of course, I’ll marry you, Goose,” you gushed, urging him to his feet.

You pulled him in for an emotional kiss and Goose managed to somehow slide the ring onto your finger despite the distraction. After you broke away from the kiss, you rested your head against his chest and admired your new ring.

“It’s perfect, Goosie.”

“You’re perfect, honey,” Goose returned, causing you to shoot him a playful glare.

“You’re a sap, Nick Bradshaw.”

“But I’m your sap, honey.”

“And don’t you forget it,” you warned him jokingly.

You pulled him down for another kiss, running your hands through his short hair. Goose trailed his hands up and down your sides, mapping out every inch of your subtle curve where your baby was growing. Your baby. A little human that you made together.

Holy shit you were going to be parents.

You shared soft kiss and caresses for a few moments, communicating all of the love that you shared for each other. But then you both remembered that you hadn’t seen each other in months and hell, you were both running high on adrenaline. Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your hands on Goose’s chest and tilted your chin up.

“Make love to me, Goosie,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, grinning as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

Goose gently lowering you back onto your bed. He stood up, shoved his pants down, and hurried back to you. Carefully hovering over you, mindful of your little bump, Goose trailed kissed down your face and down to your chest. Nuzzling the sensitive valley between your breasts and pressing a kiss to the top of both of them, Goose paused for a moment.

“I’ll be back for you two soon,” he stated, referring to your breasts.

“Goosie, stop personifying my breasts!”

“I don’t think they mind it, honey!”

Despite your playful scoff, Goose went back to task and trailed kisses down your stomach. Kissing over your small baby bump, Goose paused again and sat up a bit.

“Gosling, I’m going to need you to close your eyes and plug your ears for a bit. It’s nothing personal, but I just think that you’re a little young to—”

“—Goose!”

“What?” he laughed, causing you to shake your head at him and buck your hips. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m getting there. Be patient with me.” He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and shot you the smile that got you into this whole mess in the first place. “Now, you just sit back, relax, and enjoy the moment, sweetheart.”

After becoming very well acquainted with each other again, you snuggled up together on your bed.

“When did you want to get married?” Goose asked you softly, wrapping an arm around your bump.

“Well, we should tell Pete about what’s going on before we sign the papers,” you mumbled, rubbing a pattern into Goose’s chest. You sighed, snuggling further into Goose’s side. “I just hope that he doesn’t freak out about it.”

“You’ll be fine,” Goose replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Me, on the other hand, he might strangle with his bare hands.”

“No, he won’t,” you told Goose. “He loves you like a brother. He’d never hurt you like that.”

“But he’s your actual brother,” Goose pointed out. “And he’s hated all of your boyfriends.”

“None of them hold a candle to you, Goosie,” you told him honestly.

“I know that you’re just telling me that to make me feel better, but it’s actually working,” Goose stated, causing you to laugh softly.

“I’m serious,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you, Goosie. Like I’ve never loved another man before. He’ll see that.”

“I love you too,” Goose returned softly, rubbing his fingers over your bump. “You and our little gosling . . . there’s nothing else that I care more about in the whole world.”

You hummed contentedly and snuggled further into Goose’s touch. Goose leaned down and pulled the thin blanket over your bodies as you slowly started to drift off to sleep. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips.

“Goodnight, honey.”

“Goodnight, Goosie.”

Your breathing evened out and you quickly fell asleep against Goose’s chest like you always did after your reunions. Goose kept a careful hold on you, making sure that you stayed warm and secure. Rubbing your back and your bump, Goose couldn’t help but let his mind wander as the afterglow of your reunion faded and reality started to set back in.

You were pregnant with his baby. And that changed everything.

Hell, you needed to get married. Quickly. And before you got married, you really should tell Maverick about the whole situation. And then deal with the fallout of that because even if Goose and Maverick were like brothers, Maverick was still an overprotective older brother when it came to you.

And Goose wasn’t just dating you. He knocked you up. And he was marrying you.

Maverick was going to put his head on a pike when he found out.

And, then, of course, there was the whole issue of money and a house and everything else that went into having a baby. The benefits would be good and he wouldn’t have to worry about healthcare for you, but hell, he needed to buy a house. Not just a cheap rundown one, like the one that you all shared now. But a real one.

With a fenced in backyard so that the gosling could run around. And with an actual driveway so that the gosling could learn how to ride his or her bike without worrying about someone hitting them with a car. And without a rickety staircase out front that would definitely give them a splinter. One that didn’t have too many projects in case he got sent out soon after the baby was born.

Hell, would he even get to be there when the baby was born? Cougar didn’t.

Goose paused in his worrying when he felt pressure against his hand. Confused, he looked over at you to see you still asleep. Pulling back the covers a bit, Goose sucked in a breath when he realized that the pressure against his hand was coming from your bump. From your little gosling.

The baby was kicking. Your baby was kicking.

Goose pressed against the kick gently, just to tell the gosling that he was there and grinned when the pressure returned. Resting his head on top of your own, Goose pressed a kiss to your forehead as he cupped your small bump again.

He knew that he had to figure things out. He had a lot of things to figure out. But for right now, he just wanted to hold you and your baby.

And so, he did.

Part 2

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