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whohasthecards · 10 months

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What if Goose was alive and eventually, after the mission, he meets the Dagger squad, and although he is enamored with all of them ("You can't fucking talk Mav, you literally already have adoption papers drafted-", "You're just as bad as your husband, Ice."), everyone notices how he's very fond of Hangman.

Bradley especially doesn't understand as he has told his dad about the incident during the mission training where he almost threw hands with the younger man, Hangman did apologize to Rooster and Maverick after the mission, but still-

Deep inside, he knows that his dad was never the type to hold on to grudges harshly. (Unless it's about pranks. That's a different story.)

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"Sir?" A voice behind Goose meekly asks while he was stirring a big pot of stew to feed all the old and baby aviators he decided to feed today.

Goose put a lid to leave the stew to simmer as he turned and smiled at Hangman, the younger man hunched over himself and fidgeting, a far cry from the cocky aviator his son and his friends talks about.

"What can I do for you, son? Also, no need for that formal sir nonsense, I'm retired now," Goose says smiling, hoping to ease the kid.

It seems to make the kid tense up even worst, but the kid inhaled and, "I would like to apologize for my comments towards Rooster regarding you and their relationship with one another. I was out of line, and I'm sorry. Thank you for inviting me to your home despite my actions. I understand that you may have only invited me, so that I won't be left out when you invited the whole squad, and I would just like to let you know that that's unnecessary so if you would like me to leav-"

"Woah, woah, kid, slow down," Goose said as he stepped forward and clasped a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for your apology, I already forgave you when you saved my son and best friend's lives, you're a good man, and I knew you were a great man when you apologized to them. I invited you because I wanted you to be here, son, and don't tell them I said this," Goose leaned forward letting his voice become a soft whisper, "Mav, Rooster, and Ice wanted you to be here too, you're wanted here, kid." Goose said squeezing his shoulder. "I should actually be thanking you even more for saving my son and his stupid godfather's lives, 'smile and wave' tactic, my ass," Goose said chuckling a bit and shaking his head.

He had a front row seat to see Hangman's dumbfounded face transformed a light shade of pink as he averted his eyes.

"I don't like leaving my team behind," Hangman muttered shuffling his feet. "I didn't want to, but I was spare, I left them to go, but my job was to make them come home, I'm glad I was able too." Seresin said looking at his feet.

"I was in the navy, son, pretty sure launching against orders wasn't your job," Goose said smiling softly, "but thank you for doing it anyways."

Seresin shuffled his feet, as he went back to fiddling with his fingers, before he straightened up and look at the older man in the eye. "Well, a proper thank you involves gifts, right? How about I eat everythin' your cooking, hell, even give me first dibs as one of the stars the the show," Hangman said smirking, a confident mask settling into place.

Reminded Goose of a certain aviator.

Goose simply chuckled at that and patted the boy's shoulder one more time before turning back to the food.

"You can get first dibs if you start throwing the salad together," Goose said nodding his head to the kitchen counter beside him with the ingredients for the salad. "Get to chopping and throwing lieutenant," Goose said teasingly.

Seresin put a heart to his chest and gasps, "Making your guest work for his food? Blasphemy. Goes against my heart-core beliefs." Despite the complaints, Seresin grabbed the knife and started unwrapping the vegetables.

"Does hard work go against your beliefs?" Goose teased as he grabbed more ingredients from the fridge.

"Nope, but I didn't think I was the host for the day. Your old age catching up to you, old man?"

Goose huffed out a breathe as he passed by Seresin on the way back to the stove, "Sure, kid, let's go with that," he humored. He set the new ingredients down and ruffled the brat's hair, ignoring the squawk of protest. "Don't forget to rinse the vegetables before chopping."

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The dagger squad started growing closer to one another, they were on leave and from what he knew, they would be stationed on the same side of the country. He told Bradley that they were invited to come over to his house, and he knew that Ice and Mav have offered their house and hangar to the squad as well.

It ended up with the Daggers seeing each other several times a week.

It was adorable how close they are.

("They keep on getting into stupid arguments and rough housing one another," Mav complained dramatically from Goose's couch. "Nearly took out my table!"

Goose raised a brow at him, "Gee wonder who that reminds me off."

"Makes me wonder if they're grown, sometimes," Mav said shaking his head.

"Kids will be kids, at least they're comfortable with you to show it, plus you were much worst when you were their age, and still worst now."

"Rude.")

He and Jake started cooking more, the kid was an excellent cook, especially behind the grill.

"Jake! I bought some steak for dinner tonight, want to help me grill it up for you and the team?" Goose said, smiling and waving his fresh catch from the grocery store.

"Too much steak is bad for your cholesterol, ya know," Jake drawled but went closer to grab the food, anyways.

"Rude, I'm not that old," Goose said rolling his eyes.

"You were alive and thriving in the 80s," Jake snarked back.

He gave the boy a light head swap for that muttering how the younger generation had no manners these days-

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"You ever interested in reading comics?" Goose asked one day when Jake was sitting on his sofa.

"Uhhh, like the movies?" Jake said frowning looking up from his phone.

"Blasphemous, stand up, they are not like the movies, they are a different form of art."

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"You ever baked a cake before?" Goose asked letting Jake into his home.

"I feel like this is going to become another case of me and experiencing unpaid labor," Jake drawled.

"Your payment will be in mocha-extra-chocolate cake, is that acceptable?" Goose said moving towards the kitchen, smirking as he heard the boy's footsteps following him.

"Can we put cherries in them?" Jake asked moving to clear the counter.

"Sure, son," Goose said smiling.

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"Why is he wearing my shirt!" Bradley exclaimed pointing at Jake who was chewing cereal at the kitchen table.

"He came here after his jog, and his shirt was drenched with sweat, we wouldn't want him to get sick, would we?" Goose said setting another bowl for his son, as he sipped on his coffee.

He didn't know how those two had so much energy in the morning.

Bradley pouted and sat down, "He better not touch my other stuff."

"Why would I want to touch your other stuff, I don't want anymore chicken feathers on me," Jake said wrinkling his nose.

"Asshole."

"Dickwad."

"Jerk."

"Chicken shit."

"Okay boys, enough, and eat your cereal. Go play nice or something after breakfast," Goose said rolling his eyes as he ruffled both of their hairs as he walked to the living room to watch the morning news. Leaving the sounds of protest behind him.

Children.

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topguncortez · 7 months

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A Letter to My Grandchild - Rooster & Dragon

over the rainbow series | rooster & dragon masterlist | main masterlist

synopsis: Maverick isn't known for keeping a lot of things from his past, but he did hang on to a beat up old shoe box for the day his best friend's boy would grow up and settle down

word count: 2.3k

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of past pregnancies, mentions of character death, cursing

note: nope y'all didn't miss any parts. it's just me, writing out of order. and I wanted to give y'all something cute and sweet before whumptober starts:)

Maverick wasn’t sure how long he had held on to the letter, let alone remembered where he had put it. Penny thought he had finally lost his mind when she came home to boxes of Mav’s stuff strewn all over the living room. Maverick had never ever been labeled a “pack-rat” choosing to live very modestly, but there was some stuff he had kept over the years. One of those things had been a couple of envelopes that Carole had given to him the last time he saw her alive. Carole could hardly keep her eyes open from the pain medication but she had managed to direct Maverick towards her closet and grab an old shoe box that had been tucked away in the corner.

“You give that to him. . . when he becomes a father,” She had whispered to Maverick. He had promised his best friend’s widow that he would keep the box safe and protect it with his life. He swore that if his house was on fire, that old shoe box from Yonkers would be the one thing he ran back in and saved.

Maverick didn’t even bother to wrap the shoe box or remove its contents into some nicer box. Instead, he slapped a bright pink bow on it and set it on the gifts table with the others, sticking out like a sore thumb. He stood in the back of the crowded bar with Jake and the rest of the guys, watching as Dragon and Rooster took their time opening up the gifts and holding them up so everyone could see. Phoenix sat to the right of her sister, already taking on the doting aunt duty by writing down what the gift was and who it was from.

Maverick still couldn’t believe that he was standing in the same room as Bradley Bradshaw, celebrating the soon to be birth of his child. If you would’ve told him ten years ago that he would be “grandpa mav”, he probably would’ve laughed in your face. There was no way on earth that anyone, let alone a child of Bradley’s would be calling him “grandpa”. Those years of hatred and no communication seemed to be a distant memory now as Maverick watched the kid who was basically his son try to hold back tears while holding newborn onesies and baby blankets.

The baby shower was shark theme, which had to have been 100% Dragon’s idea, and Rooster went along with it. Dragon was at the point in her pregnancy where all Rooster could do was nod along and agree with her. So if was sharks that she wanted ontop of carrot cake cupcakes, than it was sharks on top of carrot cake cupcakes she got. It was moments like these, where Maverick could see the resemblance between Rooster and Goose. Two Bradshaw men who would’ve gone to the ends of the earth to make their partners happy.

“Last one!” Phoenix smiled, and handed Dragon a beat up old shoe box, “It’s from Mav.”

“You couldn’t have wrapped it!?” Penny scolded, lightly smacking her husband’s arm.

Pete just shrugged, “Adds character.” Penny rolled her eyes. Dragon chuckled, carefully removing the top. Her eyes widened for a moment, then she looked up to look at her husband.

“Rooster,” Dragon whispered, her eyes starting to fill with tears as she looked down at the contents of the box. Bradley leaned over her shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed, “Look.” Dragon handed him the shoebox, and he felt his breath get caught in his throat.

“Are these all from-”

“Your mom and Dad from various deployments. There’s some written after his death too,” Maverick said, “She promised me to keep that box for you.”

Rooster nodded, his eyes feeling the sting of tears, “Th-” He cleared his throat, “Thanks. I’ll have to read them.” Dragon grabbed his hand and squeezed it, “Thanks everyone for the gifts. It’s clear that Baby Bradshaw is gonna be one spoiled duck.”

“Hell yeah!” Jake cheered, raising his glass, only to be swatted by his wife for his language.

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Later that night, after Bradley had joined Dragon for a bath, and rubbed her feet until she fell asleep, he grabbed that old, worn shoebox and sat down at the kitchen table. He poured himself a glass of scotch and grabbed his glasses, sitting in the orange glow from the light above the stove. There were probably a hundred letters in the shoebox, some of them bound together with a rubber band with notes on them. Carole had grouped together letters that were sent from when Goose was either at the academy, in flight school, or deployed. Bradley carefully ran his fingers over his parent’s handwriting as he shifted through the box, landing on one letter in particular.

‘Open when: you become a father

It was his mother’s handwriting, Bradley could tell by the curly tails of some of the letters. He gently opened the worn envelope that had a coffee stain on it, which always seemed to be a signature of Carole Bradshaw letter. Bradley could remember the various birthday and Easter cards that somehow had a coffee stain on the envelope. He unfolded the sheets of paper, and sucked in a breath as he began to read.

‘Dear Bradley,

If you are reading this it means two things, I am no longer with you. Though it is sad, you must remember that my earthly body is no longer there, but my soul remains with you always. The other thing that this means, is means you are about to be a father.

Your dad once told me the greatest thing to ever happen to him was becoming a father. Now, I thought he was lying to make me feel better about getting pregnant so young and when his career was just getting started, but he assured me that it was the truth. And for those three years, I got to watch him live up to that truth.

You might not remember a whole lot about your father, but he was a damn good one. Bradley, he loved you more than anything in the world. More than flying with Maverick, more than the Phillies, and more than apple pie on Sunday afternoons. He once told me that he could walk away from flying forever and be just fine because he would have you to fill his time.

I bet you are scared, and that’s okay. Goose was too, but do you know what he used to say about being scared? “What is life without a little fear? A life that is not one at all.” But I assure you, that parenthood is the best time of your life. There is nothing better than watching your child grow and become their own person. My favorite thing was watching you become an adult and spread your wings on your own. There comes a time in your life when you will sit back and say to yourself: “Yep. I did that.” as your child gets ready to leave the home and start a life of their own.

There are three simple rules to live by when it comes to being a parent:

Celebrate everything - no matter how big or small

Write down a note or two about the day, it’ll help you remember when you get old like me

Love can conquer all - remember to tell them that.

Oh, how I wish I could meet the person you fell for. Bradley, your heart is so big, I just know that whoever it is you met has a big heart just like you. You need someone to challenge you, someone who has the same spitfire and determination as you. Whomever it is, I hope you treat each other respectfully and always say I Love You before you leave for the day and every night. And remember no house is complete without an ironing board.

Bradley, I hate to leave this earth before you really get a chance to be on your own. It hurts me that you are about to walk into adulthood on your own and start a family without your own, but remember, I am always there. If you need me, turn to the sky, and I will guide you. We will both guide you.

We love you, Bradley.

Always have & Always will,

-love,

Mom.

P.s. I also found a letter that your dad wrote when we found out we were pregnant with you.

P.p.s I hope you can forgive Maverick one day. He only did what he thought was best.’

Bradley didn’t even know Dragon had walked into the kitchen until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and looked up at her, a small smile on her face. He pushed his chair back from the table and pulled her to sit down on his lap, his hand instantly resting on her protruding bump. Dragon gently cupped his cheek in her hand, wiping away a tear he didn’t know rolled down his cheek.

“You weren’t in bed,” Dragon mumbled, running a hand through his curls, “The baby wouldn’t settle down without you.”

“‘M sorry,” Bradley said, placing a kiss on her cheek, “Wanted to look through these.”

“Yeah?” Dragon asked and he nodded, “Do you care if I-?”

“Oh go ahead,” Bradley said, “I was just about to read this one from my dad. . . C-can you read it, actually? I don’t think I can.”

“Of course, baby,” Dragon said and picked up the letter. She smiled looking at the messy, yet familiar handwriting, “You two have the same handwriting,” She looked at his baby cow brown eyes, “Dear Baby Bradshaw,” Dragon read, “Wow, you two really have a lot in common.”

“Hush,” Bradley chuckled, “It’s not my fault my child is ‘camera shy’ and won’t tell us what they are.”

“‘Camera shy’ my ass,” Dragon rolled her eyes, mumbling the words that their midwife had told them about 10 weeks ago, “I ain’t ever heard of a Bradshaw being ‘camera shy’.”

“Must get it from their mama,” Bradley smiled.

“As long as they don’t come out with my attitude, I’ll be okay with that,” Dragon sighed, and continued reading, “‘Dear Baby Bradshaw, I would call you by your name if you had one, so Baby Bradshaw it is.

I’m writing this letter because I can’t sleep, my mind is too awake. I know I should be cashing in on the sleep before you get here, but there’s just too much going on.

We got to see you today and hear your heartbeat. It was nice and strong and had a sound that was even better than Great Balls of Fire. I could never tire of hearing your heartbeat. Next appointment I’m gonna have to record it so I can listen to you whenever I can. The doc said you were growing nicely, which is good. Your mom and I want you to grow big and strong.

We have been waiting for you for a long time. Your mom is probably a bit more than me. I’m not going to beat around the bush, when she told me she was pregnant, I got scared. Am I really ready to be a dad? Am I dad material? Can I be a good dad? I had a good dad growing up, he didn’t do more than what was expected of him. So I don’t really know what I have to do. I guess that’s something I will learn as we go.

I know your mom is just going to be the best. I’ve seen her with the young kids running around base, and it is one of those things that makes my heart flutter. She’s just a natural and the kids seemed to be drawn to her. She cares for them and makes them smile and giggle. She is already getting things set up for you and you aren’t even here! The poor woman is making my wallet hurt!

You are going to be so spoiled, not just by us but by your Uncle Maverick too. He’s already shown up with teddy bears and onesies and some child aviators, which I have no idea where he even got! I’m guessing it's got something to do with a certain Admiral’s daughter he’s been seeing. You didn’t hear this from me. . . but I think Penny might be the one for your ol’ uncle Mav. That is if he can ever settle down.

Hell, you might settle down and get married before your Uncle Mav ever does.

I gotta be honest with you for a second kid, I’m scared to be your father. I don’t have the most ideal job in the world. Flying planes with my best friend has been my everything (don’t tell your mother). It’s been one of the best parts of my life. I love being in the sky, watching the world from up above. I love knowing that I am protecting people. People who don’t have the means to fight for themselves. But being able to protect people comes with a risk. A risk that one day, those enemies might turn the page and come after me.

There might be a day when I am no longer on this earth with you, baby Bradshaw. It hurts to think about, leaving behind you and your mother, but it’s the harsh reality of doing something I love. But I promise you, if something were to happen to me, Baby Bradshaw, you will be taken care of. You will have all the means to get by. You and your mom will never have to worry, I can swear to you that. But Baby Bradshaw remember one thing:”

Bradley had hardly felt like he could cry for his father. He barely knew him and didn’t feel right to cry for a man he hardly knew. Plus, he had watched his mother cry for years and Bradley felt like he had to be strong for her. But now, sitting in the arms of the woman he loved, Bradley let years of pent-up grief out. Dragon held him tightly in her arms, as he rested his head in the crook of her neck. Bradley’s large hand rested on her belly, fingers splayed out as if he could protect the growing life inside her from the outside world. She gently ran her hand up and down his back, a trick she remembered her mother doing to her when she cried, to try and soothe him.

Dragon sniffled, and picked up the letter, reading the last line:

“I love you and I will always be with you, no matter where on this earth or in the sky I am.

-love your dad,

Goose’”

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year

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Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

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Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Handyman - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Summary: When it comes time to give your newborn daughter a bath in the kitchen sink, it conveniently breaks. Fortunately or unfortunately, Maverick is a handyman.

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin

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Javy "Coyote" Machado

A Walk Down Memory Lane - Bradshaw!Fem! OC | Reader

Summary: Rooster and Tweety Bradshaw look through their mom’s belongings as Tweety’s wedding to Coyote approaches.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Come Here - AFAB!Reader

Summary: You have your period. Fanboy takes care of you.

Family Man - GN!Spouse!Reader

Summary: After a long day at work, Fanboy returns home to complete his most important job: taking care of his family.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

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Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

The Admirals Strike Back - Wife!Reader (Mitchell!Reader)

CW: Consensual and Very Much Legal Age-Gap Relationship (About 15 years); Non-Traditional Father-Daughter Relationship (Between Maverick and Reader)

Summary: Maverick knew that his somewhat estranged daughter was married. He just didn't know who she married.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Bleeding Hearts - Male!Bradshaw!Twin!OC (Braedon)

CW: Hospitals; Exes; Unresolved Feelings; Best Friend's Brother

Summary: After the bird strike, Phoenix's ex, who just so happens to be Rooster's twin brother, comes to check up on her.

Daggers (All 7)

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Mav's Reaction to Each of the Daggers Dating His Daughter - Mitchell!Fem! OC | Reader

Summary: Maverick finds out that his daughter is dating someone that he knows when she invites her new partner to dinner. And so he makes it his mission to greet them at the door first.

The Daggers and Their (Secret) Kids

CW: Pregnancy, see warnings for additional specific CWs by Dagger (include Reference Character Death, Strained Relationships, Divorce, etc.)

Summary: Headcanons about the families that the seven Daggers could have had going into TGM with, since there's nothing about their families mentioned in the movie.

The Love Game - Fem!Reader (Glitch)

CW: Unrequited Love; Angst; Emotional Angst; One-Sided Relationship; ‘He’s in Love with Someone Else’ Trope

Summary: Glitch has been in love with Hangman for years but he’s getting married to another woman.

A.N. Multiple Pairings: Hangman/Glitch; Hangman/Fem!OC; Glitch /Mystery Dagger

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allbark-no-bite · 4 months

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i’ve been meaning to tell you.

icemav (wc: 4.4k)

summary: to love a man is to tear the other apart and ruin each other ruthlessly. OR the fic Ice’s dad is the worst and Maverick loves Ice anyway

warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of violence, blood, homophobia, and vomiting

authors note: i’m sorry guys, the little gay pilots just do it for me. apologies for the half ass ending. title taken from Taylor Swift’s ‘seven’

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What a lot of people tend to forget about Maverick Mitchell is that he grew up a younger brother. So not only was his old man knocking him around— that is when he was actually around— but his older brother too. Mav had to learn how to defend himself by whatever means necessary, whether that meant kicking and screaming or taking a swing. He's got just as much scrappiness in his body as a hungry stray dog. It tends to get him in trouble.

Today in the locker room is no different.

They've all just been released from training for the day and have flocked to the locker room to shower. Today's flight didn't go particularly well for Maverick, but that's not totally unusual. They all have bad days, and he's just so happened to fall upon a streak of bad luck. But unfortunately enough, a bad day in the air for Maverick means a good day in the air for Tom Kazansky. And the blonde pilot is not about to let him forget it.

The shit-talking begins the moment Maverick enters into the locker room. He intentionally allows the door to swing shut behind him in the feeble hope that it will catch the pilot who is hot on his heels behind him.

Much to his disappointment, Ice catches it with his palm right before it hits him in his perfect face. "You're pathetic, honestly, Mitchell. I mean were you even trying out there? I got a lock on you faster than if it was my grandma flying out there."

"Isn't your grandma dead?" is the comment that comes from the obnoxiously tall, lumbering oaf of a man beside him.

Has he also mentioned that he hates Slider's dumbass face? He's nothing but a dick with legs. Maverick is beginning to think the RIO shares a brain cell with his pilot because he's never heard Ice say something without Slider parroting along with his own smart ass comment.

The remark is too much for Goose— who Maverick is constantly having to remind himself that he adores— and even at the expense of his best friend, can't contain himself. He latches onto Maverick's shoulder in an attempt to keep himself upright whilst his head falls back into the shrieking laugh that is reminiscent of his call sign. If Slider wasn't so insufferably stupid, Maverick might would hate him a little bit for it. Instead he shoves his spindly RIO away from him and slams his locker shut to face Ice.

"You know, maybe if I screwed up your face, Slider here wound't be so keen to kiss your ass all of the time."

Ice takes a step towards him so that they're face to face, even if he does have to look down to be eye level with the brunette pilot. Maverick has to shove down the urge to rise up on his toes just so that they're even. He would never hear the end of that. So instead he plants his feet into the ground and steels himself against Ice's looming presence.

Ice sneers down at him, bearing his teeth just how he does when he smiles, taunting and cocksure. "We'll have a go when you learn how to make a fist, Mitchell."

Maverick smirks. "Wouldn't you like that, Kazansky?" His green eyes are blazing with what anyone watching might would interpret as righteous anger. He and Ice both know it's something else. It's all a game. A game that is so synchronized and well rehearsed that neither of them are willing to give it up just yet. Because when you know the rules, when you know just what buttons to push without it blowing up in your face, the game is safer that way.

It took them a while to get to this point, to realize that they didn't actually hate each other. There was a lot of growing pains and moments of uncomfortable realization. Mav came into Topgun with a chip on his shoulder and everything to prove, and then there was Ice, who had it all. He was charismatic and smart and funny— everything Maverick was without the debilitating strain of an estranged father who fucked off into the sky one day and never returned. And Maverick hated him for that. Hated him until he walked into the locker room one day and heard Ice's dad screaming at him over the phone.

"—no goddamn son of mine will call themselves a homosexual. As long as you have my last name—"

Ice had hung up as soon as he heard Maverick behind him, choking out a "Look, I have to go, Dad. I'm sorry— Yes, sir. Yes sir, I understand. Bye."

Maverick had just stood there at first, pretending he didn't see Ice wiping his eyes, didn't even comment as Ice cleared a sob from his throat. After that Ice just stood there staring at him, as though just waiting for Maverick to bring it up.

Finally, Maverick just laughed. "Guess we both have some pretty mean old men," was all he said. He never brought up the part about Ice's dad calling him a homosexual, but after that it was just kinda understood.

Ice was gay.

And that— that changed everything. They were still always at each other's throats. Still taunted and teased and took things too far, only for a different reason now. With DADT in place, it was the only thing they could do.

It's just that now they've been playing this game for far too long, without it ever resulting to anything, and the tension between them has built up thick enough to be cut by a knife.

Ice seems to realize this because he somehow grins even wider. "C'mon then. What're you waiting for, Mitchell?" He adds, "Hell, I'm sure you could do it if you tried hard enough."

Maverick passes his tongue over the bridge of his teeth, and turns his head away, as if he's contemplating the invitation. To everyone around them, it looks as though Maverick's going to backdown. Really, it's to conceal the smile that has crept onto his face. Everyone should know by now that it's not like him to backdown from a challenge.

As his best friend and RIO, Goose should have seen this one coming.

Just when it looks like he's going to step away, Maverick shifts his weight on his heels and swings. Ice flinches back just a fraction of a second too late, and Maverick's fist connects with the left side of his jaw. It sends a shock ricocheting back through Maverick's arm and radiates from his knuckles all the way up to his elbow. Because the blonde pilot does have some size on him, it's not enough to send him toppling over, but Ice does have to catch himself, his hand lifting up to grab his jaw once he recovers.

It feels so good that Maverick hardly notices the clamor of the other pilots around them or Goose grabbing at the sleeve of his flight suit. He watches as Slider and Sundown rush over to help Ice, but he shrugs them off. When he straightens, there's a mar of red on his jaw where Maverick's fist had been, and his bottom lip is busted, already swelling up purple and staring to bleed.

Maverick stares at him, breathing hard in satisfaction. Despite the pain that is still sparking though his knuckles, he knows he's not above the rules of chivalry, and he offers Ice his hand—

—And finds himself sprawled out on the ground a mere second later. He must blackout for a moment because when he comes to, Ice is crouched down in front of him and there's pain pulsing from his cheekbone. Maverick squeezes his eyes shut, already feeling the beginnings of a migraine, and he wonders if he might have a concussion. Now that would really be something.

When he opens his eyes, Ice is still in front of him. The blonde pilot is smirking, his blue eyes alight with amusement despite just having been nailed in the face. "I warned you didn't I, Mitchell?"

Most of the attention their fight had originally drawn has dispersed, the pilots around them likely sensing that Ice had dutifully settled the score and that there was no more to be seen. Ever faithful, Goose is lingering just a few steps away, waiting to intervene should he be needed.

Slowly, he looks back to the pilot crouched before him. As much as Maverick hates to say it, Ice looks good when he's a little roughed up.

"Is that really all you've got?" he manages. What he means is, I'd let you punch me any day of the week if only it meant that we got to be this close.

"Maverick—" comes Goose's worried sounding voice of reason.

Ice just smiles, humoring him. "Tell you what, Mitchell. If you can even stand up straight, we'll go again."

They both know that's not going to happen. His head is pounding so hard right now that he might would be sick if he tried to stand up. Still, Maverick snarls at him comically though the pain. "Coward." But there's no bite to it.

Again, all Tom can do is smile. "C'mon," he says. He offers Maverick his hand and pulls him to his feet, throwing the brunette pilot's arms around his shoulders to take on most of his weight. "Let's go find you some ice."

Goose can only shake his head and watch them go.

And that was how it went. That was how they got by without losing their minds. If they couldn't love each other then they'd hate each other enough to make up for it.

They both know the risks. One wrong word and they're dead. All it takes is for the wrong person to hear the wrong thing, interpret an interaction the wrong way.

No one talks about it but everyone know what happens to sailors who let on that they're too friendly with their shipmates. Maverick's heard it before, some poor lieutenant screaming in the middle of the night, drug from his own bed and beaten until he's unrecognizable, and all you can do is roll over and pray for the screaming to stop. Because if you intervene you're just as guilty.

It happens more often than anyone would think, the Navy just keeps quiet about it. It's called don't ask don't tell for a reason.

It's probably the same reason as to why no one has questioned the fact that the Iceman has not once gone home with a girl from the O-Club in the entire six weeks that they have been stationed at Topgun.

His disinterest is almost comical. At any given second of the night, the blonde pilot has got girls crawling all over him. There is almost always one hanging off of his arm, gazing up longingly at him as he tries not to spill his drink, another with a delicate hand to his chest as she giggles and laughs at something he didn't even think was that funny.

Ice doesn't seem to mind the attention, but he doesn't care to feed into it either. Not even the feel of the girl to his left placing her hand a little too high up on his thigh is enough to stir his dick in his pants. It's been a long time since he's been with a girl, probably since his freshman year at the academy. Before he realized that he was gay. And even if he was hankering to get laid, which he isn't, he wouldn't consider taking one of them home. Unlike a lot of guys at the bar, he had morals, and that meant not pretending to be into it with some poor girl just to get his dick sucked.

Regardless, Maverick thinks it's really fucking distracting.

Them with their wandering hands all over Ice, it really makes his blood boil. Who were they to get to touch him like that in front of everyone.

Ice glances over and their eyes lock for a brief moment. Cheeks flaming, Maverick has to tear his eyes away. He hadn't realized he was staring until Goose swings an arm over his shoulder and places a beer in his hand. "You keep staring and he's going to come over here and beat your ass again."

Maverick sputters. "Wha—? I wasn't—"

Smiling knowingly, Goose pats his chest. "I'm just saying. No one's going to say anything about two guys having a drink together at the bar. But if you keep up with whatever the hell all of this sexual tension filled staring is about, people are going to notice and he's going to knock your lights out for real this time."

Maverick glares at him. Goose had figured out that Maverick was bi pretty early on, way back in their roommate days at the academy, but it had taken him until last week in the locker room to realize that the brunette pilot's apparent hate for his wingman was really just a hopeless middle school crush disguised by toxic masculine bravado. Now Goose has taken it upon himself to get them together. Of course that's what any good best friend would do, but if Goose has to watch the two of them flirt with each other like a bunch of sexually frustrated peacocks any longer, he might wash his own eyes out with bleach.

"Now here's what I suggest you do—"

"Maverick."

Freezing, they both slowly turn around. Maverick already knows who it is. He would recognize that voice anywhere.

Ice is standing behind them, a fresh beer in his hand. The girls from earlier are now nowhere to be seen, Maverick notes. "Ice," is all he says back, every other word in his vocabulary seemingly lost.

Really, if Goose hadn't just been in the backseat of a multimillion dollar aircraft that Maverick was flying just a few hours before, he would think the man was incompetent. Goose pats Maverick's chest before removing his arm from around his shoulders and excusing himself. "Guess that's my queue to leave, kids. I'll be over there. Way, way, over there." Before Maverick can stop him, he's disappearing into the sea of white by the bar.

And then it's just them standing together off to the side of the bar.

Ice clears his throat. "You wanna step outside, get some air?"

And because he doesn't know how else to respond to that, because he's certainly not going to tell him no, he shrugs. "Sure."

They walk outside together, or more like Maverick follows Ice out like a confused looking duckling, and Ice brings them to a stop just in front of the railing of the porch. And then he just stands there, looking out into the parking lot. Maverick lingers a few paces behind him, wondering whether or not he's supposed to join him. He tries to tell himself to relax because like Goose said, there's nothing wrong with two guys having a drink together, and maybe that's all that this is, but it certainly hadn't felt like it when they made eye contact back in the bar.

Finally, Ice asks, "Mitchell, your old man ever hit you for no good reason?" The way he asks it, it feels more like a confession than a question.

Shoulders dropping, Maverick lets out a breath of air that he'd been holding onto, and it kinda comes out as an amused laugh. "Yeah, man... Y'know sometime I think he did it just for fun. My brother too."

For the first time since they've walked outside, Ice glances sideways at him. "You've got a brother?"

"Yeah, I was younger by like six years though."

Ice's mouth twitches up into a smile. "That explains a lot."

Maverick shoves him, not hard, but it's enough to make the blonde pilot beside him sway a little to the side as he moves to lean against the railing beside him. Once Ice settles, they're shoulder to shoulder, their sides pressed into each other. Too close for explanation should someone question them.

"What about your old man?" Mav asks. He's not sure he would have ever brought up Ice's father under normal circumstances but this isn't a normal conversation.

Ice just shakes his head. "We don't talk all that much anymore unless he's calling to yell at me... You heard."

Maverick nods, taking in what Ice is telling him in. Of course he's known or at least assumed all of these things, but it's different hearing them out loud.

"Maverick, you know I'm... That's why my dad—"

Maverick straightens and Ice stops talking and follows him, the two pilots turning to face each other.

"You trying to tell me something, Iceman?" Maverick asks, smothering a smile.

Although they're not quite the same height, they're eye to eye, and for once it feels like they're equals. Ice's blue eyes glint dangerously.

Maverick's heart is pounding in his chest.

"It's Tom. And yeah, maybe I'm trying to tell you something."

In the barely lit front porch of the bar, where he's sure no one can see them, Maverick reaches out to touch him. His fingers skim along the crisp white fabric of Tom's uniform, tentative at first, until he's sure he is actually going to let him touch him. When the blonde pilot doesn't immediately pull away, Maverick's fingers curl into the fabric at his side, tugging him forcefully closer so that their bodies are pressed together and he can lean up to connect their mouths. As if equally as prepared to reciprocate the kiss, Tom's hands fist into Maverick's uniform, half untucking his shirt in the process. Their mouths clash together, forcing the other open while their tongues fight for a taste.

There's nothing glamorous about it. Maybe if they hadn't been so desperate for this moment it would have been, but there no stopping them now. Ice kisses him with every ounce of emotion that he's been keeping inside, and Maverick reciprocates it with the same vigorousity, chasing after his mouth when Ice draws away for a breath. No sooner than he does and they're kissing again.

Ice is so engrossed in the taste of Maverick's mouth, the warmth of his swollen lips, that he nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels Maverick's palm at his crotch. He doesn't even have the time to be embarrassed when the other pilot snickers at him because his dick is reminding for the first time in months that it actually works. Ice's hips roll into Maverick's palm, begging for more.

If Maverick had been waiting for permission, Ice's response is all he needs. He palms him again, firmer this time, and feels Ice hardening in his hand. At the same time, Maverick runs his tongue along the pout of Ice's bottom lip, catching it gently between his teeth when Ice groans into his mouth. His hand rubs at the now bulging crotch of Ice's uniform, and it makes the blonde's hip stutter.

Maverick is pushing him back, polished black shoes walking forward, one between Ice's legs to nudge him backwards and the other one flanking his hip. He's still all over Ice, mouthing sloppily at whatever is within kissing distance, his hand groping at Ice's dick through his pants, the other fisting his blonde hair, both of them breathing hard.

Ice's body is on fire.

It's like something primal takes over him, and before Maverick can back him against the railing, the fists he has clenched at Maverick's chest shove the brunette backwards. Ice follows, the wall catching Maverick before he can stumble completely backwards, and Ice reconnects their mouths without a moment to recover. His teeth catch at Maverick's jaw, scraping against skin until Maverick finds his mouth again in a bruising kiss.

It's a type of madness that Ice feels. It's uncontrollable and burning through his veins, every muscle in his body. Every neuron in his brain is more alive than it's ever been. It's been a long time since he's had anything this good. Because you can't do this with a woman. You can't ravage her, tear her apart the same way you can a man. You have to be considerate and thoughtful and slow. You have to attend to a woman, practice and play her like an instrument.

It's an art.

This is a whole other beast.

It's adrenaline rushing, being intimate with someone who is your equal in just about every way. It's as vulnerable as rolling over to show your belly to someone as dangerous as yourself and trusting them not to tear you apart. Someone who's after the same high as you. Someone who won't take any of your shit.

Ice gives it and Maverick gives it right back, teeth biting, lips sucking, fingers bruising. They're so close that Ice can feel the slide of muscle against his chest as Maverick breathes, his chest expanding wide with every breath. He's sucking a bruise into Maverick's throat, swirling his tongue against the other pilot's flushed skin and tasting iron.

Maverick's fingers find the button of his pants, the zipper, and then he's slipping his hand inside. Ice hisses at the intrusion of Maverick's cold fingers into his boxers, his dick jumping at the contact. Maverick wraps a hand around his throbbing cock and tugs upwards. A strangled sound leaves Ice's chest. He repeats the motion, this time using some of the precome leaking down Ice's shaft to obtain more of a gliding motion. With the lubrication, he falls into more of a rhythm, enabling Ice to match it with the rut of his hips.

Every jerk of Maverick's hand makes a sickening sucking sound, and something in the back of Ice's mind tells him he should be worried about someone hearing them. It invites a sort of adrenaline-filled fear within him. The same fear that flying gives him. Maverick swipes his thumb over the head of his cock, and he almost cries, the thought gone from his mind.

They haven't spoken this entire time but their noises of pleasure say enough. Ice is panting into the junction of Maverick's neck, muffling cries when he twists his wrist just enough to make Ice's jaw go slack.

One more tug of Maverick's hand around his pulsing cock and Ice's head goes fuzzy, followed by the most mind-shattering orgasm he's ever had flooding through him. He comes in Maverick's hand, spilling into his palm and the front of his boxers. When his coherence returns, the dead weight of his body is supported almost entirely by Maverick, almost certainly crushing him against the wall. The other pilot doesn't seem to mind, one hand around Ice's waist and the other lazily ghosting over Ice's flushed cock, sticky with come.

Ice's heart is pounding, and he's never felt more alive in his own body.

When he gets his bearings about him and the feel of Maverick stroking his sensitive cock becomes too much, he pulls away just so that there's a bit of space between them. Maverick lets him go, remaining with his back pressed against the wall.

Finally, Ice finds his voice. "Fuck, man."

He feels light headed and euphoric and full of bliss all at once.

Then his stomach churns. He's going to vomit.

Ice stumbles a few feet to lean over the side of the deck and retch, earlier's alcohol burning in his stomach. He heaves, the sudden burst of nausea coursing through him without warning. Stomach turning, Ice doesn't recall ever feeling this violently ill in his life.

When the nausea finally subside, there are tears in his eyes and an empty pit in his stomach that isn't from the vomiting. He doesn't trust himself to move away from the railing just yet, but he does look over his shoulder to find Maverick.

The brunette pilot is standing quietly behind him, a towel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He must have slipped inside and nabbed a few things from the bar. Ice isn't sure how he had the time to do that, but he also isn't sure how long he was bent over the railing puking his guts out.

This time he gasps out, "What the fuck was that, man?"

For some reason that Ice isn't following, Maverick chuckles. "That, my friend, was the best orgasm of your life. The thing that you're experiencing right now is called guilt."

When Ice just stares at him blankly, Maverick continues. "Happened to me too the first time I got with a guy. You spend your whole life being told that something is wrong, and then you get it and it's the best thing ever. Then you come down from the high and you're disgusted with yourself for enjoying it so much because you know you're not supposed to."

His dad's voice flashes through his mind.

Stomach churning again, Ice covers his face with his palms and groans. Maverick, who seems to be enjoying Ice's misery all too much, just chuckles again. "Here, sit down and drink this," and he holds out the opened bottle of water to Ice.

Ice, feeling too queasy to argue, removes his hands from his face and takes the bottle. He sits down on the front steps and Maverick follows. They sit shoulder to shoulder, once again too close should anyone come out and find them.

Hands clasped together in front of his knees, Maverick watches as Ice takes a few small sips of the water. He remembers feeling the way Ice is now all too well. Remembers the feeling of euphoria like never before, followed by the nausea and spiral downwards. If you think about it, it's kind of funny, having such a visceral reaction to something you want so bad.

Once Ice has gotten down about half of the bottle and no longer looks like he's going to vomit, Maverick continues. “This—thing—between us. Fuck, Ice, I want it. I want it so bad. And I know that this might be harder for you than it is for me because of your dad but—Tom, I want this.”

He hears Ice shudder out a breath beside him. He’s been awfully quiet this entire time, and for a moment Maverick thinks he’s going to refuse him. Instead the blonde pilot places a hand on Maverick’s knee, his thumb smoothing over it through the fabric of his pants. “Damn you, Mitchell.”

He’s smiling and Maverick laughs, a full body laugh that has his shoulders shaking as he leans further into Ice’s side. It’s one of the greatest laughs Ice has ever heard in his entire life.

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Hi besties! As promised, here is the second post for this week! We are getting closer and closer to the end of an era 😔 I’m sad, but we will all get to see the kiddos grow up and see more of a different perspective with the goose and Carole universe! Thank you all for still being here and reading my story! I love you all so much 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Ringing in the New Year with the Bradshaws (-ish 😂)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing, mentions/hints at death, anxious past, some what drunk characters, crying (good crying), and so much love 🥰

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

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New Years

A week has passed since Christmas. The Christmas decor was stuff up, but it was going to be taken down in a couple of days after new years. It was New Years Eve and you all were excited to go into the new year together.

The last year brought a lot into your life. You met new people. Make more friends. You were reunited with the love of your life. Your daughter finally got to meet her dad, his friends, her papa Mav, Penny, Amelia. You got to marry Bradley. You live with him. You guys got a dog for your daughter and best of all, you welcomed two little boys. Expanded your family. Moved to a new place.

The year also brought a lot of hardships. You had to be away from your newly husband just after a month of marrying him. You had to leave your best friend behind. You nearly lost your husband. You went and are still watching him make his recovery and baby steps towards his career. But, all in all. This year brought you so much more purpose in life.

Bradley was at work getting some paperwork done for his officers. Jake, Nat, and Austin were getting ready for the night out. They asked if you wanted to join them for a couple of hours, and Phantom and Evelyn offered to watch the kids for the night. But you opted to stay home so you could give kisses to all three of them.

Austin, Nat and Jake came down the stairs all dressed nicely for their night out. Nat came from behind the couch and wrapped her arms around your shoulders.

“You sure you don’t want to come with for a couple of hours?”

You laughed and patted her hand. “No you all go ahead. I’m going to stay back with the kiddos and wait for Bradley.”

All three of them gave you a kiss on the cheek. “We will all see you in the morning.” Jake squeezed you a little tighter. “Happy New Year, Y/n.”

You patted Jake’s arms and smiled. “Thank you, Jake. Have fun you guys! Be safe!”

The three of them went to go and say bye to the kids as they played. You watched as they picked each of them up and kissed them and wished them a happy new year.

The three kids were playing on the floor. The boys sitting in their half donut pillows to help support them as they sat on their own, played with their toys. Leia was laying on her tummy reading a book from school. You were sitting on the couch watching them all play as you watched TV and drank some tea.

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Bradley’s POV

I had been stuck at work all day trying to finish up paperwork for the new year. I couldn’t wait to leave and go home to spend time with my family. I looked over at the clock in my office. 1845. “Damn I’ve been here for nearly 13 hours.” I stood up and stretched my back and looked out my window to the tarmac. A couple of the officers were down there doing their last checks on their planes before leaving for the day. There was a knock at my door.

“Bradshaw? You in here?” Phantom came in as he knocked on the frame.

I turned and smiled. “Right here, sir.” He came in and shook my hand. “You leaving for the day?”

He chuckled. “I’ve got another hour before I head out. Would you like some company or help with anything?” He sat at the chair in front of my desk.

I made my way around my desk and sat in my chair. “I should almost be done. Just going through some last minute changes for some routes the pilots are gonna fly in the new year. But the company will be nice as i finish it out.” I laughed as i continued to read the new route routine.

“You and y/n want Eve and I to watch the kids tonight?” He sat back in the seat and made small conversation with me.

I chuckled. “No, you, Eve, and the girls don’t have to do that for us. Y/n and I planned on staying home with the kids tonight.”

Phantom picked up my little model f-14 on my desk. “Awh the boys first new years!”

I nodded. “They’re getting so big now. And it is their first!” I signed a couple of route routines and put all the paperwork away. “Finally finished.” I neatly stacked all the worksheets and papers i had gone through in a pile.

“You done for the day, Brad?” Phantom placed the f-14 back in its place.

I sighed and nodded. “Finally. I’ve been sitting in this office for the last 12 hours finishing and pushing paperwork.”

Phantom started to laugh. “How do you like being a senior officer?”

I smiled and laid back in my chair. “It is a whole lot of paperwork, but it is a nice change of pace.”

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When we finally left the office, it was 1915. Phantom and I said out goodbyes and wished each other a happy new year.

“See ya next year, Rooster.” Phantom waved at me before hoping into his car.

I laughed. “Yea, see ya next year.” I shook my head and smiled. I got into the truck and headed to the store. I went in and grabbed a couple of New Year’s party hats and crowns. I grabbed a couple of bottles of apple juice and apple cider. I also grabbed some poppers and a couple of noise makers for the kids. I loaded the bags into the truck and headed home to you.

1950. “Finally home.” I got down from the car and grabbed the bags from the back. I opened the door. “I’m home, my loves!” I set the bags down and started to take off my shoes and hung up my hat.

“Daddy!!!” Leia came running through the house and jumped into my arms. I covered her in kisses.

“Hey my little love. I missed you today.” I started to make my way over to you. You picked up both boys and walked over towards me. “Oh baby, don’t pick both of them up.” I let Leia down and grabbed Luke from you. “Hi, baby. I missed you.” I gave you a kiss and then kissed the boys.

“I missed you too, Brad. How was work?” You smiled and wiped your chapstick from my lips.

I grabbed Bradley from your grasp and held both boys. “Busy as usual, honey. Just glad to be home.” I smiled and kissed the boys over and over again. We all made our way back to the couch and we all sat. Leia in between us and the boys on my lap. I looked around and listened. “Did the three older kids leave already?”

You started to chuckle. “Yes, our three eldest left already to go out.” You rested your arm on the back of the couch and laid your chin to your hand. The other reaching over to fix Luke’s tag coming out from his shirt. “They asked if we wanted to join again.”

I laughed and laid back as I watched the boys play with each other’s hands. “They just miss being with us, is all.” Brad put his fingers in my mouth. I gasped and munched on them gently as he started to laugh causing Luke to laugh too. “You boys are so big. Stop growing already.” I grabbed their little hands and gave each of them a kiss.

I leaned over and placed a kiss on Leia’s head and on your cheek. “I’m gonna go and clean up, sweetheart. Get out of this uniform.” I smiled at you as you nodded. I placed the boys back up against their pillows and headed up stairs.

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As I finished cleaning up, I looked at the time again. 2030. The time was flying by. I headed back down stairs in some sweats and a white t-shirt. You were getting dinner ready for us. I came into the kitchen and grabbed you from behind. I placed kisses on your neck. “What you making, mama?” I placed my chin on your head.

You giggled. “Leia wanted some Mac and Cheese so I’m making that, along with some chicken and rice.”

I took a deep breath in and smiled. “That is my favorite. Need any help?”

You turned around in my arms and shook your head. “I’m okay. But you can try and feed the boys their rice cereal today.” You poked my chest and smiled.

I nodded. “Yes ma’am.” I gave you a kiss before going to get the boys. I put their high chairs next to each other and went to get the boys. I placed each of them into a chair and put on their silicon bibs that had a food catch. I gave each of them a toy to play with while I got their food ready.

“Leia Rey, come and get your Mac and Cheese, babe.” You had a bowl ready for Leia. She ran over and grabbed it and then went to go and take a seat with her brothers.

I went into the fridge and grabbed one of their bottles that had your milk in it. I poured the whole bottle into a bowl and went to the pantry to grab the tub of the boys rice cereal. I brought it back out and started to scoop some to put into the bowl of milk. Then I mixed it and nuked it in the micro for 45 seconds. When it came out i tested it to make sure it wasn’t too hot for the boys.

“Alright boys. Let’s try today. Can you both eat this for daddy?” I said in the mushiest baby voice I had, causing them to both laugh. I placed the bowl onto the table and sat in a chair in front of the both of them. “Baby brother first.” I scooped some with he spoon and blew on it.

“Here we go Bradley boy. Open wide, babas. Here comes the fighter jet.” I started to mimic the noise. My mouth mimicked the movements little Brad’s mouth made. He spit a little bit up but i scooped it and put it back in his mouth. My eyes went wide.

“Babe! babe! He ate it! Bradley had his first dose of solid food!” I gasped and you ran over. “Now Lukey-Bear. Open up big boy. Here comes the airplane!” I mimicked noises again and my mouth mimicked Luke’s. He ate the whole spoon in one bite.

“OH MY GOSH!!!!” You and I jumped up in unison. Our baby boys had their first dose of solid-ish food. You and I hugged and Leia ran over to join. Leia gave her brothers kisses. I kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. “They did it, babe!!”

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2330. This was the latest all of us had stayed up in a long while. We were all practically falling asleep on the couch waiting. Leia was cuddled up on you, the boys both cuddled into my chest. Our kids were fast asleep. You and I were in and out of sleep as we patiently waited for the TV to show the ball drop. Frozen was playing on the TV as we all fell asleep.

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Phoenix’s POV

Austin, Hangman, and I stumbled back into the house around 0115. We were laughing because Hangman had just tripped up the drive way and fell face first into the front patio. Austin and I couldn’t breathe as he started to get up. We opened the front door shushing each other so we wouldn’t be loud.

I grabbed Hangman by one arm and Austin grabbed the other. We held him up because he was laughing so hard from falling.

“I feel like such a dumb ass! I hope the neighbors didn’t see that!” He barely whispered through his laughs.

We all walked over to the living area and the lights were still on. Austin went and grabbed us all water from the fridge. Hangman and I saw that The Little Mermaid was playing on the TV. Then we looked down on the couch and saw all 6 of you sleeping on the couch together. Leia cuddled up with you. Bradley with the boys cuddled up on his chest. Gunner in the middle of Bradley and you.

I gasped. “Oh my gosh! How cute!” I said in a whisper. Austin came over to see what the commotion was about.

“That is so precious. They fell asleep before the New year.” He handed us our waters.

I snapped a picture and went to grab blankets. We placed blankets onto all of you and gave everyone kisses. “Good night you guys. Happy New Year. See you all in the morning.”

Jake turned the TV off and left a couple of lights on for you all. The three of us went upstairs to change and get ready for bed. The three of us opted to stay downstairs with you all and sleep, just in case if you guys needed the help.

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Your POV

The next morning you woke up and saw you all had fallen asleep on the couch. You stretched slightly and sat up. You saw Jake, Nat, and Austin sleeping on the floor in front of you. you started to laugh. You laid Leia down on the couch and covered her with the blanket. Bradley heard you stirring around and he woke up. He looked around and looked at you.

“Did we fall asleep down here?” He was shocked.

You nodded and laughed. “Yes we did. And before the new year.”

Bradley started to chuckled. “Of course, we did, sweetheart.” He puckered his lips and you went to give him a kiss. “Happy New Year, my love. And the many more to come. I can’t wait to see what this year holds for us. I love you, forever, honey.” He smiled up at you as he continued to hold the boys on his chest.

“Happy New Year, Bradley. I love you, always.”

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Happy late new year besties! I hope you all enjoyed ringing in this (late) new year with the Bradshaws! (Kind of 😂) I hope you all have had a blessed and great start to the new year! I’m so glad you’re here ❤️ Would you have spent the New Year at home with the Bradshaws, or would you have gone out with Jake, Nat, and Austin? I’ll see you all in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

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First Date

summary - Your first date with Goose.

warnings - language, Mav is kinda slandered in this but I’m not sorry about it, implied underage drinking, yes I marathoned Magic Mike for Valentine’s day leave me alone

word count - 1.1k

okay, I’m gonna go eat dinner but I want to get this out lol

follow the adventures of Goose and Duck in Duck, Duck, Goose!

“No fucking way.”

“Please, Goose?” Maverick begs, trying to stop his best friend from leaving their dorm. “It was the only way she’d agree to go on a date with me.”

Goose scoffs. “So I have to tag along on a double date with someone I don’t even know, so you can get your dick wet?” He sidesteps Maverick quickly, making his way to the door.

Maverick purses his lips. He’d been trying to score a date with Nancy Bower since first semester. She was the hottest girl in freshman year and that was just a fact, and if Mav could pull her it would only solidify his reputation on the team. But the only way she’d agree to go out with him is if it was a double date with her roommate.

Obviously, Goose was Mav’s first thought, but the other 19 year old wanted absolutely nothing to do with going on dates. Goose was only ever willing to be Mav’s wing man, good-naturedly playing along with his women wooing antics, but a date was pushing it even Mav knew that. Still, Goose's aversion to awkward conversations over restaurant tables would not ruin Mav’s chance with Nancy. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I’m enacting bro code.”

Goose freezes.

“Dude,” he turns around slowly. “Are you fucking serious?”

Maverick nods, strengthening his resolve. “I am. Bro code is now in effect, no take backs. I’ll see you tonight.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Goose groans.

And that’s how he finds himself standing outside a karaoke place in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans as Maverick checks his hair in his phone camera for the fifth time.

Goose smacks the back of his head. “Would you stop that? And when’s your date supposed to be here?”

“Our dates,” Mav corrects, rubbing the back of his head, “should be here any second. And listen man, I don’t know what her roommate looks like, so if she’s—”

“Pete!”

Goose perks up at the sound of a feminine voice and his eyes suddenly widen in panic. “Mav, I have to go.”

“What? No you don’t— Hi, ladies,” Maverick grips Goose’s arm, keeping him in place as you and Nancy make your way over to them.

Goose gulps audibly, averting his eyes from you as Maverick starts with introductions. Truly, he thought the worst part about tonight was that he was on a double date with a stranger. He did not think he would be going on a double date with a stranger he’d also attempted a horrible rendition of Magic Mike’s Pony routine on.

It had been after a big win, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, and at an after party at his captain’s house, Goose somehow wound up being dared to give a girl a lap dance. Next thing he knew, Pony by Ginuwine was blasting through the house, your friends were pushing you into a chair, and somewhere in the world Channing Tatum was breaking out into a shiver.

Goose can’t remember much of the routine, but he remembers enough to know that it was the most mortifying thing he’d ever done. Of course Maverick didn’t know this—he had been upstairs hooking up with some girl at the time—and Goose wanted to punch him when Mav moved the attention onto him.

“—And this is my best buddy Goose,” Maverick grins. “You’re gonna love him.”

“Goose?” you repeat, glancing at the taller boy in mild confusion.

“Nick,” Goose clarifies. “But all my friends call me ‘Goose’.”

You smile and stick a hand out. “Alright then, nice to meet you, Goose.”

Goose takes your hand and shakes it, barely concealing his hesitance. Could it be that you didn’t recognize him? Surely you would have said something if you did. But you’re looking at him like you’ve never seen him before. Goose lets out a small breath of relief.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“My fingers are getting tired here, honey.”

You scowl, pausing your adjusting of the triangle of paper in your hand. “You’re the one who wanted to play finger football. I was just fine catching peanuts.”

“That’s ‘cause that guy kept glaring at us when you missed and hit him in the back of the head.” Goose drops his two hands, relaxing his fingers from the “L” shape they were holding up to emulate a field goal.

The two of you had been messing around for the past two hours and Goose was surprised to find that he was enjoying himself. Maverick and Nancy had ditched the both of you almost as soon as you walked into the building—though that was to be expected—and, after at least five minutes of awkward silence, you suddenly asked Goose if he could catch a peanut in his mouth.

“Oh my god!” You hide your face in your hands. “Stop bringing that up, it was so embarrassing.”

Goose laughs, grabbing a peanut from the bowl on the table and tossing it into his mouth. At this point he was almost positive you’d forgotten the Pony incident. It wasn’t just that you didn’t bring it up, you also very clearly knew Goose. You proved it when, after finally catching a peanut in your mouth, you did his signature celly. That had put a smirk on Goose’s lips and he thinks maybe first dates aren’t so bad after all.

“Well, if you don’t wanna play finger football and I don’t wanna have to see you decapitate someone with a peanut, what should we do?” Goose grins when you open your mouth to protest, but you cut yourself off before you even get a word out, something behind him catches your eye.

“This is a karaoke place,” you look at him mischievously. “You know how to sing?”

“Of course, I know how to sing. You ever hear Mav sing just know that was all me. He sounded like a dying cat before I came along,” Goose scoffs.

You get up from the table, pausing at Goose’s side and he physically has to stop his eyes from fluttering closed at the scent of your perfume. “I’m gonna sign you up for a song, okay?”

“Only if I get to sign you up for a song.” Goose agrees.

You race off to the sign up sheet and Goose can’t fight the smile making its way on his face. He’s already sure that he’s going to ask for your number after this, but it’s when he finally gets called up to the karaoke stage that Goose knows he’s going to marry you.

“And next up is… um, Magic Nick? He's gonna be singing Pony by Ginuwine.”

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focusedarrow · 2 years

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The Perfect Weekend

pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x fem!Mitchell!reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos

Summary: Reader is Maverick’s little sister. Goose and her have been in a secret relationship for a while and finally get a weekend to themselves. What happens when Maverick returns early.

A/N: This is my first fic to post. I’ve been wanting to write one for a long time but never did out of being so nervous over it. This just hit me and I felt like I just had to write it and give it a try. I hope I got Goose’s character right, I feel like I did. And I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The Perfect Weekend

Being the little sister of a hot shot navy pilot wasn’t always easy. Everyone assumed you were just like him, but you couldn’t be more opposite. Where he was cocky and confident you were humble and shy. He was adventures and took so many risks that you had lost count of how many times he either almost died or got into so much trouble he wished he had died.

You on the other hand never took risks and always played it safe. Maverick did that enough for the both of you. That’s why you never considered becoming a pilot. You took a very different route and became a teacher. You taught PreK on the base that Mav works at. It was a great job and you got to be close to your brother which was a plus. Its only the two of you left so you have to stick together.

You shared an apartment with another teacher near the base while Maverick shared a small house a little further away with his best friend Goose. You had known Goose almost as long as Mav has. He was almost an extension of your brother, where one was so was the other.

They got into so much trouble together and you had to put up with so much from those two. But you wouldn’t change it for anything, it brought you to where you were now.

You liked Goose for so long but never thought you had a chance with him. Why would he look at someone like you when he could have any girl he wanted. But here you were six months into y’alls secret relationship. Goose and you had decided to keep it from Maverick, you wanted to make sure you two were established without Mav interfering in it and causing trouble. Plus, neither of you knew how he would react. Maverick was very overprotective of you and never wanted any navy guy near you, he always said they were trouble. He said he knew they were no good for you because he was one.

So, for the last six months you both snuck around not letting anyone know about it. It was becoming increasingly difficult and you two barely had any time alone. So, when Mav informed y’all he was going out of town for the weekend you both couldn’t wait.

It was going to be the perfect weekend. Maverick was out of town till late Sunday evening which meant Goose and you had the house all to yourselves. No need to sneak around and hide, you both could just be a normal couple without fear of your big brother finding out.

Mav left Friday night, so you and Goose have been in relationship bliss since then. Of course, you rushed right over after you got the call that he was gone. It didn’t take long as you had your bag packed and ready to go since Wednesday. This was the first time since Goose and you had gotten together that you didn’t have to be on guard with every touch and look. Y’all could just be free with no worries, to say that you were excited was an understatement.

When you arrived that night, well you could imagine what happened. As soon as you came through the door Goose was on you in a second. Bag dropped and clothes thrown all down the hallway to his room. Y’all spent the entire night wrapped in each other and as loud as you two wanted to be.

Saturday Goose had planned a day out. He took you to a street market and you browsed all the booths hand in hand. After that y’all went to a nice lunch at a small café. Then he took you to the Air and Space Museum and as you walked through it Goose would tell you everything about each aircraft you saw. With each different one his eyes brightened with excitement, a wide grin spread across his face, it was like he just lite up talking about it. It was so endearing, and it made your heart flutter with how much you care for this man. He was showing you what he loved about his career and you were seeing a side of him you knew not many got to see. You would cherish these moments forever.

It was late afternoon once you were done at the museum. Deciding a nice stroll on the beach would be a wonderful way to end the day you two headed that way. As you reached the edge of the sand you both took off your socks and shoes, rolled up your pants a little and started your journey.

After walking hands interlocked together Goose pulled you over to set down in between his open legs, his arms wrapped around you as y’all watched the sun begin to set. Setting with Goose, your toes in the sand, embraced in his strong arms you felt more at peace than you ever had. He felt so safe and like home, you never wanted that feeling to end.

You knew in that moment that you were hopelessly in love with your brother’s best friend. Only problem was that you did not know if he felt the same way. Well let’s be honest, that wasn’t the only problem. You did have your big brother that was overprotective of you and you had no idea how he would react to you and Goose being together. But that was a problem for another day, right now all you cared about was enjoying this moment and the man behind you.

On the way back to Goose’s you picked up some takeout from a local burger joint. When you arrived back at the house you took the food to the living room while Goose went to get plates from the kitchen coming back with everything that you usually used. As you were putting the food on the plates, he turned on the tv. “What do you want to watch” he asked. “I don’t know, what movies do you have?” you answered without looking up at him too focused on what you were doing. Goose walked over to their movie collection, “well we have goonies, back to the future, breakfast club, to name a few.” “I guess breakfast club sounds good” you said. “Of course, I should have known” he mumbled. “Hey!” you looked up at him sharply, “it’s a good movie and I like it.” He puts his hands up in surrender, “no judgement here babe, if its what you want its what you get” he said as he put the VHS in the player.

He walked around the coffee table to the couch and set right next to you getting ready to dig into the delicious burger in front of him. Goose reached over and picked up the bottle of ketchup handing it to you “here doll.” You took it from him amazed that he already knew what you needed before even having to ask. You two ate and then settled back on the couch. Goose wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his side.

The movie wasn’t even half over before Goose started to stroke the back of your neck lightly. This was always something he did before he started kissing you. You looked over at him and found him already staring at you. His eyes intense with want as he leaned down and kissed you slowly. The kiss started to heat up and hands were now roaming all over each other’s bodies.

The movie long forgotten he started kissing down your jaw line and neck. “Goose” you said breathlessly “take me to bed or lose me forever.” Raising his head and looking into your eyes “yes ma’am” he said as he got up and extended you his hand and started to slowly walk to his room, still holding your hand you trailing behind him. When y’all made it to his room he shut the door behind y’all.

That night was different then others. It was slow, there was no rushing or anything. Like y’all were memorizing each other, it was so intimate. The only way to define what was happening was that you two were making love to each other.

You woke up Sunday morning and turned over to an empty spot beside you. Concerned you set up quickly but soon relaxed as the smell of bacon reached your nose. You got up, threw on a pair of Goose’s boxers and the big sleep shirt you brought in your bag. Even though this was the first time this weekend you had worn it.

Walking down the hall you could hear music playing softly and the site you were meant with as you reached the kitchen had your heart bursting with love. Goose was at the stove, a pan of bacon and sausage on one burner and eggs on the other. He was wearing some cut off jean shorts and the shirt he cut the sleeves off of that he usually wears to workout in. He was singing with the music and dancing around while he cooked. You could not help the stupid smile that overtook your face as you watched him.

It was at the moment you wish you didn’t have to hide y’alls relationship anymore. You could really get used to this. Goose did this little shimmy that was the cutest thing you ever saw, and it caused you to chuckle.

Goose turned around at the sound and saw you leaning on the door frame, arms crossed with a beaming smile, and you just took his breath away. God how he wished every Sunday could be this way, he wanted to wake up every morning with you in his arms. He just had to figure out how to tell Mav that he was in love with his little sister. First, he had to find out if you felt the same way. He hoped and prayed that you did cause if you didn’t, he knew his heart would be shattered.

“Morning hun” Goose said smiling at you then turning back around to finish the eggs. You walked up behind him wrapping your arms around his middle careful not to bump the pan. “Morning babe, this all smells delicious” you said kissing his shoulder from behind.

“Hope you’re hungry cause I might have gone a little overboard” glancing back at you “but after last night I know I needed a hearty breakfast” he said with a wink.

You laughed while releasing him, going to get two plates for him to put the food on. You set them beside the stove and he slide a good helping of eggs on each plate, then he put the bacon and sausage on them next. As you were getting the orange juice out of the fridge he placed the plates on the small round table that sat in the kitchen and then moved to get the silverware. You two moved in sync with each other finishing getting everything set as if y’all have done this every morning. When all was set and ready Goose turned to you and took you in his arms kissing your lips with a soft peck.

“Thank you for making breakfast” you said smiling at him.

“Anything for you hun, but I got to say right now I’m a little hungry for something else.” Goose looked you up and down “you look good enough to eat” he said as he tightened his hold on you.

“Goose” you giggled as he started to kiss your neck “it will get cold.”

Goose whined a little “you know I like my dessert before my meal sometimes” he grabbed your ass, ran his hand down the back of your thigh pulling your leg up a little. “And my favorite dessert is not on that plate right now, but it could be on the table real quick.” He spun you around and backed you into the table, the edge hitting the bottom of your butt.

Goose’s mouth was everywhere causing you to have a challenging time with coherent thoughts. “Babe, you worked so hard on all this” you said breathlessly “we don’t want it to go to waste.”

Goose pulled his head back up to look down at you, noses touching, and you could feel his breath on your lips. “that’s not the only thing that is hard” he pushed his pelvis forward into you and you could feel him through his shorts causing you to let out a low moan. He knew he had you then and he crashed his lips to yours hungrily.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!”

A loud boasting voice caused you and Goose to jump and spin your heads to the kitchen doorway. To both y’alls horror there stood Maverick fuming, his bag dropped on the floor at his feet and a look on his face that could kill.

Goose released you lighting fast and moved behind you knowing he had to hide his hard on from Mav. You righted yourself quickly looking at your brother in shock, this definitely was not the way you wanted him to find out.

Maverick was stunned, when he decided to come home early, he never expected to be greeted with the sight of his best friend all over his little sister. And about to do something to her Mav never wanted to think of any guy doing to you. This was the first time Mav had ever wanted to beat the shit out of Goose and if either of you did not start explaining soon, he just might.

You were the first to speak, “what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming home till tonight.”

“Well excuse me but I do live here, and it doesn't matter when I decide to come home. You still haven’t answered my original question. What is going on here?!” Maverick says tightly gesturing to the two of you.

Pointing to the table with the plates, Goose says innocently “breakfast.”

You turn to him “really!” Goose looks at you confused “what” he shrugs.

You roll your eyes and turn back to Mav bracing for what’s next to come.

Maverick crosses his arms over his chest. “Breakfast? Cause from what I saw and heard” he points at the food, “that was not what he was about to eat” he finished with raised brows looking at you two.

“Ummm………” you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water not knowing what to say. But of course, Goose just has to open his big mouth and make it worse. “Well, you know what they say about breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day” he grinned goofily.

You dropped your head shaking it for a moment. When you looked up at Maverick you could tell by the look on his face that he was not amused by that one bit.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Mav shouted as he advanced on Goose.

Goose’s eyes widened and he grabbed your arms from behind you to keep you between them. Surely, he wouldn’t attack him if you could possibly get hurt. “Mav come on, I’m your best friend.”

“EXACTLY!! You are my best friend, and you are screwing my little sister behind my back.” Mav’s face was beat red while he screamed at Goose.

“Hey” you yelled pulling out of Goose’s grasp putting your hands on Maverick’s chest to keep him back. “Lets all calm down so we can talk about this.”

“How long?” Maverick yelled. You and Goose looked at each other. “HOW LONG??” Goose squared his shoulders and looked Mav in the eyes “six months.”

If Maverick was not mad before he certainly was now. “Six months, SIX MONTHS! You have been fucking her and lying to me for six months.” At that moment I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“Look man, I love her, I am in love with her. This is not just some random fling.” Goose all but shouted.

You whip around to face Goose shocked “you love me??”

Maverick watches on skeptically.

Goose looks at you his features soften “well yeah, did I not mention that before”

You swallow “no you didn’t”

“Well….” Goose reaches his hand out to you and you willing take it, he pulls you gently into his arms. “Let me make it clear now so you know for sure, I love you baby” he says with a sweet grin while staring into your eyes lovingly.

You smile your most radiant smile with tears in your eyes looking right into Goose’s eyes “I love you too.”

You two are so wrapped up in each other that y’all forgot for a moment that Mav has been standing there the whole time watching. Maverick clears his throat.

Y’all look over at him and release each other but stay connected by holding hands. “Mav this is not how we wanted you to find out about us” you gently say to your brother.

Maverick looks at you “why didn’t you tell me” he says looking hurt.

“I didn’t know how you would take it. He’s your best friend and I never meant for it to happen, but it did. I’m sorry for keeping it from you” you said hoping he would understand.

Mav nods at you and looks at Goose “and you”

“She’s your little sister and I know how protective you are of her. I mean I’ve seen what you have done to other guys she dated. I didn’t want to lose you man, you’re like a brother to me. But I can’t help how I feel about her” Goose looked at you then back at Maverick.

Maverick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he looks at the two of you, both so nervous and waiting. He knows that his next words could make or break the three of you. He loves you of course, you are his sister, and he only wants you to be happy. Then there’s Goose, he doesn’t even want to think about a time when he’s not in his life. So, there is only one option, and he hopes and prays it all works out. Mav sighs “all I got to say is that if you hurt her” he points to Goose “I will kick your ass.”

“I will never hurt her, I promise. She means everything to me.” Goose says looking at you. You smile up at him and then turn to your brother walking over to him engulfing Mav into a tight hug. “Thank you” you whisper into his ear.

Mav holds you just as tight “as long as you’re happy and he treats you right.” Letting go you look at him with a smile “he does, and I’ve never been happier.” “Good” he says as he kisses your forehead.

You return into Goose’s arms as he shakes Mav’s hand. “Now don’t think there won’t be ground rules” Maverick points at the two of you “cause even though I’m allowing this it doesn’t mean I want to see or hear any of it, you understand!” he says seriously.

“Yeah of course” you say.

“Ok but what are my limits here” Goose asks causing you to close your eyes and shake your head. Mav gives him a look “use your best judgement and common sense.”

“Ok but that doesn’t really help. So can I hold her hand?” he asks. “Of course” Mav says.

“Ok ok, can I put my arm around her?” Goose demonstrates.

“Yes” Maverick rolls his eyes.

“Can I kiss her on the lips” he asks now.

“Seriously dude?! Regular PDA but not extreme like what I walked in on” Maverick says a little frustrated.

Goose nods “sure, sure I got that. So now what about what you might hear.”

“Goose” you say warningly looking at him.

Looking down at you “What? I need to know this information” he looks back to Mav who is standing there impatiently. “So, I can call her nice sweet endearments right” Mav nods “good, but am I allowed to make her scream my name” he finishes.

“GOOSE!” you holler at him as you hit him in the stomach.

Maverick’s jaw tenses “you know the answer to that.”

“Yeah, of course. So only when you’re not here” he nods.

Maverick flips Goose off and walks out of the kitchen picking up his bag on the way out. Goose laughs and looks at you seeing a not so amused look on your face “what?”

“Seriously he just found out, seems to be somewhat ok with it and you are going to push it like that” you say folding your arms in front of you.

“Oh, come on admit it, that was a little funny” he gestures toward where Mav just left, smiling at you. You grin “maybe” he brightens at that “I said maybe” you point at him.

You then turn to the plates on the table “damn now it’s all cold.”

Goose pulls you into his arms “I know how to warm it up.”

“Really, after all that you’re still in the mood” you say grabbing onto his biceps.

“Hun, I’m always in the mood when it comes to you. Plus, I was planning on eating you first anyways” he says starting to kiss your neck. You slap his arm “Goose, do you not remember Mav’s rules he just told us.”

“Yeah, ok but one he can’t see us right now” he says while trailing kisses all up and down your neck and jaw line. “Unless he’s hiding” he picks his head up looking around frantically “he is a small dude, he could be anywhere.”

That caused you to laugh out loud and wrap your arms around his neck.

“And two I’ll buy him some ear plugs” he says with a grin as he starts kissing you again your food all but forgotten and your laughs quickly turn to moans.

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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🎼Jukebox:

Be My Baby by the Ronnettes for Goose! (Bet you didn’t see that coming…jk you probably did 😂)

My looooooooooooove sorry it took me so long, here you have it! <3

Be my baby | Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

He met her at a bar. Mav and Goose were celebrating their acceptance in Top Gun. Goose was now a divorced man, and he didn’t want to start a new relationship anytime soon. He wasn’t looking for a one-night stand either. So, even though he was really interested in her, he didn’t make a move. It wasn’t the moment. He kept seeing her everywhere he went. But he needed to focus on the training program, and not on the cute girl he met at a bar. He didn’t even know her name.

One night, when Goose just wanted to have fun with his best friend after so many weeks of intense flying and dangerous maneuvers, they went to that same place. Beers, some pool, maybe even a cigar to celebrate... It wasn’t too much to ask, right?

But as soon as he entered the bar the night before going back home and saw her again, standing there in a beautiful sundress, his whole world stopped moving for a second. He wanted her. Forever didn’t seem like such a long time.

Goose didn’t think twice and approached her, ready to do whatever it took to have her.

“Excuse me, miss.” He waited a few seconds until the girl noticed that she was talking to her.

“Oh, I remember you. Can I help you?”

“Oh, I think you can. My name’s Nick. But everybody calls me Goose.”

The girl smiled, and Goose almost had a heart attack. How could someone be so pretty?

“What kind of name is Goose?”

“A call sign, actually. I’m a Naval Aviator.” He replied, taking a seat next to her.

She then revealed her name to Goose. He repeated it, tasting it in his mouth. Yeah, he wanted to repeat that name for the rest of his life.

“So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?”

The girl giggled, covering her face. “That was smooth, Lieutenant. I’m a nurse.”

“I can keep going if you want me to.” He tilted his head, looking at the beautiful, brilliant eyes of the girl. He could get lost in them.

“How long?” She challenges him, testing the waters.

“Eternity seems long enough for you?”

“Hmmm, sounds good,” she nodded, leaning close to him, her knees touching his. “And what’s in it for me?”

“Well, we’ll have heads turning every place we go. I mean, look at us. I know I’m hot, but you my dear? I can’t even describe it.”

“Go on.”

“For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three.”

“Tempting.”

“Can I invite you to the next drink?”

The girl nodded, and he could already see his future with her.

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thewhiskersonkittens · 1 year

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Call Me

Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader.

Summary: After you both find yourselves suddenly single right around Valentine’s Day, you and Nick “Goose” Bradshaw give the “Single's Connection” dating line a call on impulse. You both are pleasantly surprised with what you find on the other end of the line. 📞💋🔥

Warnings: Smut, strong s*xual dialogue, curse words. phone s*x, m*sturb*tion, Goose being a freak, sleazy late-night TV commercials, outrageous landline phone bills in the pre-Internet era. Minors please DNI! 18+.

Word Count: 5,713.

A/N: Minors please DNI! 18+. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume. I did a little bit of research on the old 1-900 numbers that used to be advertised for this sort of thing. I’m sure what I describe here in the story isn’t 100% accurate as to how those phone numbers worked exactly but I kindly ask to be overlooked on that.

Hope you enjoy my trashy mind. ;)

Goose sighed as he slumped into the recliner in his apartment on base. He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. He didn't know why he was getting so worked up. Valentine's Day wasn't a real holiday, or at least it shouldn't be. It was just pure commercialism. It was something chicks made a big deal about and dudes went along with it just to keep their girl happy. But there was something painful about being dumped right before Valentine's Day. It hurt like hell.

His date to a party at the Officer's Club had canceled last minute. She was now the third consecutive dud Goose had in the dating world. He had no problem meeting attractive women, especially with Maverick by his side, but it seemed like it always went nowhere.

"Don't worry, Goose," Maverick told him in the Miramar locker room after training was complete for the day. The pilot quietly told him he would check with Charlie and see if she knew anyone to fill the spot. Goose only shook his head no.

"Thanks, Mav, you're a real pal. But I'll pass. By the way, you do know you and Hot Teacher Lady aren't exactly a secret, right?"

Maverick and Charlie's relationship was obvious to anyone with a fully functional brain and set of eyes. It was kind of funny watching Maverick trying to keep it under wraps. Goose's best friend was anything but subtle.

Back in his apartment, Goose took a swig from a half empty bottle of Budweiser that he had left on his coffee table. He washed down the lukewarm liquid as he flipped on the TV.

He scanned through the channels, not really looking for anything other a mindless distraction. He landed on a commercial featuring a buxom, platinum blonde.

"I'm tired of being alone!" She proclaimed through the television.

"Yeah, you and me both, honey," Goose bitterly said out loud more to himself than to the woman in the box.

"That's why I'm calling the Single's Connection!" The woman went on.

The camera zoomed in on a shot of her picking up the phone and dialing.

A montage of other ridiculously good looking people smiling and chatting on the phone played as a sultry female voice over narrated:

"Talk to real singles in your area now! It's a fun, easy way to meet someone new and it's always discreet. Give the "Singles Connection" a call at 1-900..."

Goose couldn't help but scoff.

"I'm sure all these hotties must have a really, really hard time in the dating department."

Goose joked as he watched the obviously paid spokes-models on the screen, polishing off the rest of his beer.

The first woman from before appeared back on the screen.

"What are you waiting for?! Call me now and let's make a connection!"

The commercial ended and switched to a different one.

"Call me now and let's make a connection!" Goose mimicked.

What a crock of shit. He thought as he sat down his beer bottle. His eyes flickered to the cordless phone on his table. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at it. It was as if the device was silently daring him. He had never once entertained the idea of actually calling those dating hotlines. He figured a guy must be really desperate to resort to doing that and the girls on the other end were probably nowhere as sexy as the commercial portrayed.

"Nahhh..." Goose laughed at himself as he shook his head.

Yet, curiosity got the best of him. He picked up the handset and pulled out the long antenna.

"God, this is so stupid," He muttered. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

He punched in the number and went through all the prompts. It apparently was one of those lines where you left a voice recording of you describing yourself and what you were looking for and if someone was interested they would give you a call.

"Hi, ladies, my name's Goose." He spoke into the receiver. "I'm six foot two, one hundred and seventy pounds. I have dark blond hair and brown eyes. For a living I...well, let's just say I have the most bitchin' job in the world. It's guaranteed to make your ex jealous. I'm not rich but I do know how to show a girl a good time. I hope you like the Grand Slams at Denny's and don't mind being picked up in a pretty rad Ford truck. In my spare time, I like playing the piano and singing "Great Balls of Fire" at the top of my lungs and pissing off my peers with my best friend. Anyway, I'm looking for a girl who thinks Valentine's Day sucks as much as I do and is bored and just wants to talk. Yeah, I don't have very high standards. I guess that's pretty obvious, huh? I mean, here I am calling the “Singles Connection” after all. So if you think I'm the stud for you, give me a ring. And by the way, I do have a mustache and I wear Hawaiian shirts in public with no shame. But don't let that scare you off. I'll rock your world, honey. "

Goose could hardly keep a straight face as he ended the message with his phone number. He figured no girl would ever respond to such a silly message.

With a chuckle he put the phone back in the cradle. He got up to go finish the previous night's dishes and when he was done he returned to the recliner and dozed in and out of sleep while watching some more TV.

A few hours later, the phone started ringing, stirring him awake.

Goose looked at the phone ringing and glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight. Who was calling this late?

...

"Hello?" Goose answered. No one said anything. "Hello?" He tried again.

He heard nothing but a faint gasp and the sound of a click. The caller on the other end hung up. Goose looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief.

A minute later, it rang again. He answered on the second ring and hesitated before speaking.

"Helllooo?" Goose asked, slowly and carefully.

A deep breath was inhaled and exhaled on the other end. Finally, a female voice spoke.

"Um, yes, hello," You said, timidly. "Uh, hi. Is this...Goose?"

You sounded so unsure.

"The one and only," Goose replied.

You cleared your throat, took another deep breath and said:

"Hi, there. I'm Y/ N. I heard your message on the Single's Connection."

Goose about shot up out of his chair when he realized what was going on. He had practically forgotten about calling that number and that silly message he left.

"Holy shit...." He leaned forward and clasped his hand over his mouth.

"Is this a bad time?" There was a hint of disappointment in your voice.

"No, no, no!" Goose assured. He chuckled. "I'm sorry. It's just...I didn't expect anyone to actually call me back."

"I'm sorry for hanging up on you earlier," You explained. "It's just I've never done this before. You know, call one of these 1-900 numbers."

"Yeah, it's the first time for me, too." Goose said.

You both breathed a sigh of relief. It made you both calm down and relax.

Goose leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I'm...I'm glad you called! So, you say your name is Y/N? That's a really pretty name."

"Aww, thanks," You replied. "But Goose isn't your real name. Is it?"

Goose laughed. "Hehe. It might as well be. In my line of work it's what everyone calls me."

You smiled on the other end of the line.

"What line of work is that?"

Goose smiled proudly.

"I'm in the Navy. For now, stationed right here in sunny San Diego. I ride in the back of some really bad ass jets. I'm basically like an extra set of eyes for my pilot. I play with the radio and watch the radar, among other things. If we happen to come across an enemy pilot, we keep up foreign relations. Communicate with the single finger salute. We're really friendly like that, you know. All in all...it's...it's..."

He pretended to struggle to find the words. "It's pretty much the best damn job in the world."

You were giggling on the other end.

"Wow, yeah! That does sound really cool. Bitchin', I think is what you called it?"

Goose laughed, remembering he had said that in his message. "Yes, ma'am. Bitchin'."

You spent a few minutes telling him what you did for a living and described what you looked like. You cleared your throat and shifted in your bed. You pressed the receiver closer, so close the pressure started to hurt your ear so you loosened up a bit.

"Hey, um," You start. "I hope you don't mind me asking this... " You take another breath. "But I gotta know something. You know, before we go on..."

"Ask away. I'm an open book."

You laugh nervously. "So..you aren't married, right?"

You grimaced at the thought. Messing around with a married man, even just over the phone, was a line you wouldn't cross.

At first Goose was a little bit taken aback by the question. But it was a reasonable question to ask. Just because it was called the "Single's Connection" didn't mean only single people used the service.

"Oh, God, no!" He said. "Nah, no lucky lady has claimed me yet."

He paused and thought about it.

"Are you?!" He asked, quickly. "You know, married?"

You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Oh, God, no!" You repeated.

"No, I'm not married. I'm single as a freakin' Pringle!"

You immediately thought that sounded like a such a dorky thing to say but you smiled when you heard him laughing.

"Well, good," Goose said, relieved as much as you were. "That's...that's a very good thing to know."

"That's part of the reason why I called tonight," You told him. He didn't respond and you went on:

"I, uh...um...God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. But I just wanted to talk to someone tonight." You paused and twisted the telephone cord around your finger.

"Well, talk to me, honey. I'll listen. That's why I called, too. Just to talk. All jokes aside. "

His voice was so soothing and friendly. You had only been speaking to this guy for a few minutes but he seemed really warm and funny just like he did on his message. Not at all like some creep you expected to get on these hotlines. It also sounded like he had a little bit of twang when he spoke. A sweet Southern man, you thought.

"So you know it's Valentine's Day this weekend, right? I was supposed to go with my boyfriend on this romantic getaway..." You paused and then quickly clarified:

"My now EX boyfriend, that is! Anyway, so we had these plans set months in advance. We were going to go to this really nice cabin resort in Colorado. Oh God, the pictures of it looked so beautiful. But I found out he's been sneaking around on me! He's been hooking up with his ex for weeks."

You scoffed at reliving it all. "Maybe even longer than that. Shit, I don't know. I feel like such a fool. We had been together awhile now. And I thought...I actually thought...we'd...God. I thought this trip was where he would ask me to marry him."

Your voice cracked at the end but you weren't crying or even tearing up. You had no tears to waste on a cheater.

"I guess I thought wrong, huh?" You concluded.

Goose remained silent for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to a story like that. He went with the first thing that popped into his mind.

"You were going to go on a romantic getaway to Colorado?!" He asked, incredulous. "What's so romantic about having snow all the way up to your ass?!"

You burst out laughing while Goose went on.

"I mean, no offense, dear, but Hawaii is where it's at!"

"Pffft!, " You playfully spit. "Oh, please! Yeah, Hawaii is nice but it's so cliche. Everyone goes to Hawaii! Or the Bahamas. Or the Virgin Islands. Or the Florida Keys..."

"Yeah, cause they know warm weather is better than freezing-your-nuts-off weather anytime!" Goose interjected.

You both laughed. God, this girl is really sweet. Goose thought. You had such a sweet, lovely voice and you described yourself so pretty. Of course, there was the possibility you were lying about that but he knew you weren't. You were very pretty. Inside and out. He just knew it.

"No, but seriously, Y/N," Goose said. "I'm sorry that happened to you, sugar. And here I was sitting 'round moping just because I had a date cancel on me. You got it much worse. You deserve way better. You dumped his sorry ass, right?"

"Absolutely!" You confirmed. "No regrets. I figure I dodged a bullet."

"Good girl."

Something about that made you shift. Underneath the sheets you felt a tingling sensation in between your legs. It was the other part of the reason why you called. You were looking to get off. It had been awhile.

"Hey, um, Goose? There's something else...I,um, hehe... there's something else. I don't know...if you'd even be up for it?"

"Yes? What is it, honey?"

He really should stop calling you the pet names. He had no idea what it was doing to you or perhaps he did? You assumed it was just a thing that came naturally to him, being from the South and all.

"So..." You began. You told yourself to grow up and just spit it out.

"I know we both said we just wanted to talk but the truth is..."

You trailed off. You took another deep breath and put it out there.

"I'm all alone and I'm feeling...like I need someone to help me release some tension."

Your voice had a slight change in it. You wondered if he knew what you were getting at. He sure did.

Lord have mercy. Goose thought. Somebody pinch me. This is too good to be true! Phone sex was one of his biggest kinks. He had done it before with previous girlfriends especially while being on a lengthy deployment. He always ended up regretting it when he got the phone bill but it was one weakness he couldn't resist.

"Goose?" You asked, worried he might have hung up. "Are you still there?"

“Yeah, I'm still here," He said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"So...just to make things clear. You're feeling horny, honey? And you want me to talk dirty to you? Is that it?"

You felt your cheeks get hot and you were certain you were blushing every shade of red right now.

"Is that right, Y/N?" Goose asked. His voice had become more honeyed and an octave deeper. He had turned on his bedroom voice.

"Yes," You breathlessly admitted. "Yes, Goose. That's right."

"Oh, honeyyy...," His always drawl came out thicker when he felt turned on which was happening rapidly even though nothing had got started yet. "I'd be more than happy to help you!"

You felt the tingling sensation in between your legs again and this time it felt like it was starting to throb.

"OK, so what do I do?" You asked, softly, your heart beating faster. "I've never done this before."

"That's all right. Where are you right now?"

"I'm in my bed."

Goose hummed. "OK, that's good. What are you wearing?"

You looked down at yourself as if you forgotten what you had on. You told him you had on an old cotton T shirt and shorts. You realized you hadn't exactly thought this whole thing through.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly in my sexiest attire," You joked. "I told you this is my first time doing something like this."

"Hey, that's A OK with me, baby," Goose reassured. He asked if you wearing anything underneath.

"No?"

"Great. Take them off. All of it. The shirt and the shorts."

"I'll have to set the phone down for just a second."

"Take your time, sweetheart."

You flung back your bed sheets and did as Goose instructed. The cool air in your bedroom made your unclothed body pebble up but you knew you weren't going to stay cold for long.

"I'm back," You said, raising the receiver to your ear again.

Goose shut his eyes trying to picture you, lying naked on your bed right now. He bet it was a really pretty picture.

He opened his eyes and continued.

"All right. I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath for me. Clear your mind. C'mon, honey, close your eyes and take a deep breath. This won't work if you're not completely relaxed."

You scooted yourself all the way back on your bed so that your back was flush with your head board. You both took a few deep breathes together.

"Keep your eyes closed for me." Goose told you. "I want you to imagine something. Think about your snowy Colorado cabin, OK? Think about how beautiful it is."

"OK," You whispered. You concentrated very hard.

"I want you to really picture it, honey. Picture the most cozy, comfy log cabin. It's big and spacious. There's a King size bed. With super soft red and black plaid sheets. There's a wood burning stove in the corner. There's a nice, crackling fire going. It's the only source of light in the whole room besides a few candles that are lit. Inside it smells like oranges, cinnamon and cloves. All those sweet winter smells. On the table, there's a bouquet of two dozen long stem red roses and a basket with wine and chocolates. Outside, it's snowing. It's a light fluffy snow and it's coming down at a steady pace."

"Mmmm..." You hummed. It all started to take shape in your mind. "You make it sound so lovely."

"There's floor to ceiling windows." Goose continued. "No shades. No curtains. No blinds. If there was anyone standing outside, they could see right in. They'd have a perfect view of you. Lying completely naked on the bed..."

Goose was looking straight ahead but the only thing he could see was the picture he was painting with his words.

"But there's no one there," He whispered low into the receiver. "There's no one there but you and me, baby."

Your breath hitched as the fantasy started to turn sexual.

"Can you feel me, baby?" Goose asked. "I'm right there with you in the bed. I'm naked, too. I'm on top of you. We're looking into each other's eyes and I'm stroking your hair..."

"Are you kissing me?" You asked. You had the phone receiver nestled in the crook of your neck. You were starting to move your hands up and down and all over your body. You were feeling much more relaxed.

Goose smiled. "Mmm...yes, honey. I'm kissing you. Kissing your soft, sweet lips..."

Goose moaned just thinking about it.

"Your tongue on mine. Over and over and over. I'm kissing you all over your body. Mmmm...kissing your pretty little face. Kissing your chin and then right along your jawline. All the way down your neck...mmmm...You feel my mustache tickling your skin, baby?"

You giggled. "Mmmm...I bet it does tickle!"

"It's going tickle you everywhere. Everywhere."

You moaned at the scene playing out in your mind. You began to toy with your pebbled nipples and it made you start squirming.

"What are you doing, baby?" Goose asked. "Are you touching yourself already?"

"I'm playing with my nipples," You replied and you hear him make a throaty noise. "Are you going to suck on them, daddy? I want you to."

You had no idea if Goose was into the "daddy" kink thing. You knew from your experience some guys were and some guys weren't. His moan on the other end of the line confirmed he didn't mind it.

"Hold that thought, honey." Goose said.

Goddamn, this girl is going to be the death of me. He thought as he sat the handset down so he could pull off his shirt. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. He was getting harder and harder by the minute. He moved a box of tissues closer. He was definitely going to need them later.

"You there?" Goose asked when he picked up again.

"I'm here, baby, " You breathed, still stimulating your nipples with wet fingertips. "I'm here with you in the cabin. We're in the sheets. You're kissing me all over. You were going to give my nipples some attention."

"Mmm, yes, " Goose started to palm himself over his underwear. "I bet you got luscious titties, don't you? Do you like it when daddy kisses your titties, baby? Kiss, lick, suck." He made a popping noise as if he just sucked and released one of your nipples. "I love me some titties, darlin'."

"Who doesn't?" You said and you both laughed.

"That's true. Very true!" Goose agreed.

There were two types of people in the world as far as he was concerned. Those who love titties and those who lied about not loving titties.

"Are you going to titty fuck me, daddy?" You asked.

It caught Goose so off guard he didn't recognize his own voice when he made an ungodly moan and almost dropped the handset. He never had a woman ask him to do that before. Over the phone or in-person. It made him pull himself out of his underwear and let his now raging hard-on be free.

"Oh, honeyyy," He drawled. "Fuck yesss..."

You crossed your arms over your stomach so your breasts pressed together.

"Just like that, baby," You begged, picturing him sliding up and down in between your breasts. "Feels so good...mmm...yes, that's it..."

Goose couldn't help but be slightly amused.

"You're a little freak, aren't you?"

You gasped.

"So are you!" You defended with a laugh.

"Of course I am!" Goose licked his lips. “I’m a man after all and I’m in the Navy. It goes without saying. Aww, yes, honey...I'm fuckin' those great titties of yours."

He was steadily stroking himself now. You reached down in between your legs and started rubbing your nub with your manicured hand. You both continued to go back and forth about what you were doing to each other. You were going to put him in your mouth and suck him off. He was going to continue his journey down the length of your body. Kissing, licking, sucking, he assured you he would leave hickeys all over your skin.

"Don't worry," Goose told you . "They'll all be in places where nobody can see."

"Mmm...you're such a gentleman, " You teased. "Turns me on even more."

Goose snickered. "Hehe. I might be a gentleman but trust me, baby, before it's all over, I'll have you acting very unlady-like."

You sighed. "God, yes, please...."

Goose told you about how he was going to use both his mouth and fingers on you.

"I'm in between your legs now, honey. You taste so fuckin' good. Mmmm...You feel it? I like to take my time. Licking that pretty pussy of yours. Over and over and over. Is it pretty, isn't it, darlin'? Pretty just like the rest of you. Then I'm gonna take my fingers..."

He paused and gave them a wiggle before he went on:

"I'm going to take my fingers...my middle and ring fingers...and I'm gonna push them in and out. In and out, baby. Real slow at first..."

You had long since slid down your headboard and you were writhing in your sheets and moaning and panting heavy into the phone. The more this went on, the hotter it got and the more real it seemed.

"That's right, honey, " Goose praised you. "You feel these fingers in you? In and out. Mmm...and I'm still licking you. Mmmm...I'm going to go a little faster. Yeah, faster, faster. That's right. You're getting so wet for me."

You whimpered. "Yesss...Oh God, yes!"

It was true. You were getting wetter and wetter. You rubbed yourself faster.

"That's right, honey." Goose encouraged, loving hearing how you were getting more and more worked up.

"How hard are you right now?" You asked. "You gonna put it in me, baby? I want you inside of me."

Goose looked down and saw he was hard as a rock. He pumped himself faster.

"I'm ready for you, sweetheart. I'm so ready."

He pictured you naked and turned on and all spread eagle for him. It was a gorgeous sight. He just knew it.

"You feel me?" He asked. "I'm right up against you. I'm rubbing against you right now. You ready, darlin'?"

"Please!" You cried.

"I'm going in, sugar." Goose's breathing was becoming as heavy and as labored as yours. "I'm inside you now. You feel so good, baby. Yesss, so damn good. Mmm...You feel me sliding inside of you? Mmm...In and out. In and out..."

"Don't stop!" You practically wailed. You were rubbing yourself vigorously.

"Aww, no, no, no," Goose grinned. "No, baby. I'm not stopping. I'm just getting started. In and out....Mmm... You're so fuckin' good... You feel so good...You feel the rhythm, baby? The nice rhythm we got going?"

Goose exhaled. "Ahhh. You feel soooo good!"

He had no doubt in his mind that in real life you felt incredible.

"Harder.." Your plea was just a breathy moan. Goose heard it but decided to tease you a little bit.

"What's that, darlin'? What did you say?"

You were so wet at this point you were starting to leave wet spots on your sheets.

"Harder, daddy, please!" You begged. Your back was arched and while your one hand was busy stimulating yourself, your other hand was putting your fingers in your mouth.

"Ah, you want me to fuck you harder, honey? You like it rough? Can you handle it, baby?"

Goose was starting to wonder how much more he himself could handle. You both were moaning in unison, both of you getting closer and closer.

"I'm right above you," Goose said. "I'm holding you down and I'm driving my hips into you. Over and over. Mmm...faster and faster...Mmm...you feel so fuckin' good! ...Yesss...So deep inside you...Hehe...I can hear how wet you are, honey..."

It was true. The noises you making were becoming obscene.

Goose couldn't help but feel a bit of an ego boost.

"You're making me feel so proud, honey. Keep it up. Atta girl. Yeah, that's it! Come and take it, baby! It's all yours!"

You weren't going to last much longer.

"Holy shit!" You cried. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"You gonna do what, baby? You gonna come for me? Is that it? I want you to."

You were a blubbering, whimpering mess. It was all you could do was moan into the phone. Your legs were shaking.

Goose was still pumping away.

"Ah, I love those sounds you're making," He groaned. "Like music to my ears, honey. Come on, baby. Yeah, that's good. Mmm...You can come, baby. I'll let you..."

He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his own crescendo about to happen.

He cradled the phone in the crook of his neck as he reached for a handful of tissues.

"Come with me, darlin'," Goose egged you on. "Come with me. Come on...you can do it. You can do it, baby. Come with me...Ahhh!!!"

"Ohhh, babyyy!!! " You managed to cry. It seemed to be the thing that finally made you both come undone. Your whole body spasmed as you rode out your climax, uncontrollably moaning into the phone. You heard him grunting in rapid succession and knew he was feeling the release too.

You both listened to each other catch your breath for a minute.

Goose chuckled. "Look what you made me do, honey. I made a mess."

You were still trying to come back down to earth. You continued to ride your pleasure wave with little breaths, moans, and whimpers.

"So?..." Goose asked. He discarded the used tissues in the trash can and reached for his pack of Marlboro's. "How are you feeling now?"

He was hoping he helped you out at least a little bit. You certainly helped him.

You cleared your throat, still trying to recover. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn't help but start giggling. Softly at first and eventually it became a giggle fit. You felt good. So good. Better than good.

Goose smiled listening to you. He, too, began to chuckle as he lit a cigarette and took a drag.

"As long as you're laughing with me and not at me!" He said. "Ahhh...You sound so pretty when you laugh. So? You have a good time, honey?"

You finally found your voice to speak:

"You were fantastic...Incredible."

It was no lie. You wondered if he could make you feel all that over the phone, then he must be dynamite in-person.

"You know, for a guy who said he thinks Valentine's Day sucks," You reminded him of what he said in his message. "You're actually quite the romantic, aren't you?"

You knew deep down he had to be. After coming up with the whole romantic cabin scenario on a whim like that.

Goose laughed. "You caught me, baby. Guilty as charged."

It was true. He was a romantic. A hopeless one, if he was being honest with himself.

"How was I? You know, my first time over the phone and all?" You asked.

Goose thought about telling you that was some of the hottest sex he'd ever had. Instead, he said:

"Perfect. Just...perfect. You were perfect."

"You're not at all what I expected when I called the number," You told him. You told him how you expected to get some creep or a desperate loser or both, neither of which he turned out to be.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, honey," Goose joked. "No, in all seriousness, you're not what I expected either. I didn't expect anything much other than an outrageous phone bill..."

He trailed off and you both groaned simultaneously, remembering how expensive calls to hotlines can run.

"Hey, Y/N?" Goose started. "This might sound kind of crazy but...could I call you, sometime? Outside this hotline?"

He really liked you and wanted to keep talking to you. If it kept going as well as it did, maybe the two of you could meet in person. Perhaps make the fantasy a reality?

"Sure, Goose," You replied, warmly. "I'd like that."

You definitely wanted to keep in touch.

After you gave him your number he said:

"Nick."

"What?"

Goose ran a hand through his hair and grinned.

"My real name. It's Nick."

You smiled.

"Well then, Nick. It's been a pleasure."

In more ways than one! You thought. "Good night."

"Likewise," Goose drawled. "Oh and hey, by the way...Happy Valentine's Day, honey."

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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Duck, duck, GOOSE!

Gender neutral reader

Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Reader

You have your sights on Goose. He cannot believe his luck.

♡♡♡

If someone had told him that the most gorgeous person in the world was looking at him and not at his best friend, he wouldn't have believed it. In fact he didn't. He also wouldn't have believed they would be looking at Maverick either, but to discover they were looking at him, well, that was a whole new level.

“I’m telling you, Goose, they’re looking at you.”

“No way,” Goose shakes his head with a grin. Maverick was telling him someone across the bar was looking at him, and had been for that past several minutes. There was just no way.

“Look, they’re still looking,” Pete grins as he look at the person across the bar.

You smile at him, eyes then sliding over to his tall friend beside him. Goose hadn’t looked up at you once. You had hope yet.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t trust you. In fact, after tonight, I’m not coming back here with you again,” Goose jokingly threatens. Pete just laughs again in response.

“They’re coming over, so now you’ll have to believe me.”

Goose straightens up. He turns his head around so quick, he almost loses his balance. His eyes find you walking around the crowd over in his direction. He turns to Mav who just smirks as he sips his beer. Pete leans back against the bar, resting his elbow on the top. He’s not going to bail Goose out of this. As his best friend, Pete was going to just... watch.

You come to a stop in front of the pair.

“Evening gentlemen,” you smile at the pair. Your gaze doesn’t linger on Maverick for long, your interest deeply hung up on his friend.

“Evening,” Pete says, smirk still on his face as he looks at Goose.

“Hello,” Goose says, not sure what else to say.

You smile.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all,” Pete slides in before Goose can even comprehend backing out.

“Good.”

Nick gives Pete a blank stare before deciding to just play along. He knows Mav won’t let this pass, so he might as well go along with it.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asks, turning his charm on.

You smile, feeling progress take place.

“That would be great.”

You slide onto the stool next to him as he orders you something to drink. All the while you keep you eyes locked onto him with a soft smile.

Maverick smiles as turns around and faces the bar, sitting quietly. He’ll only leave if this goes somewhere. If not, then he’ll still around for Goose. Though he is convinced his dear friend is in good hands.

Your drink arrives and you settle comfortably beside him.

“So, what do they call you?” You ask, turning to face Nick.

“Goose.”

“Goose?”

“It’s my callsign, so that’s what they call me,” he smiles.

You chuckle.

“Pilots?”

“How did you guess?”

“I have a knack for finding them,” you grin. “What should I call you?”

Goose smiles softly as he admires you. You’re beautiful.

“Nick, but you can use my callsign if you prefer,” he takes a sip of his own beer.

“Nick. I like it.”

“What about you?” He asks.

You give him your name.

He smiles.

“I like it.”

That’s when the moment really hits. A connection is made and Pete knows it. He orders himself another beer, feeling about ready to leave Goose to it.

“If you need me, I’m going to terrorise Ice for a bit. See you later, buddy,” Mav grabs his beer and pats Goose on the shoulder as he leaves. Goose doesn’t say anything as he goes.

You smile softly at him again.

“I was watching you from across the bar,” you tell him.

“That’s what Mav was saying. I didn’t believe him,” he admits.

“Why not?”

“Because look at you. You’re amazingly stunning and I’m one of hundreds of people in here. Why would I of all people stand out to you?” He asks.

You smile again.

“Because you’re tall and handsome. I like what I see.”

Goose grins.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I like what I see too.”

You twist on the stool to face your whole body toward him. One hand remains resting on the bar with your drink.

“So I’m in with a chance then?” You ask.

“A chance?”

“To get to know you better. I can’t imagine going home tonight being content with only walking away with your name and then never seeing you again,” you confess.

“Already thinking ahead?”

“I had time to. You wouldn’t meet my eyes from across the bar, so I had to pass the time somehow. If you don’t want to know me, then I can let you get back to your friend, but if you do, well, I’m right here.”

Goose looks at you with a soft expression.

“I want to.”

“Good. How about another round and we go make ourselves comfy over there?” You ask, looking toward a booth in the corner.

“That sounds like a plan to me.”

Goose orders you each another drink and you both leave the bar to get cosy elsewhere. You sit very close to him as you settle in the booth, but he doesn’t mind.

“So, why me?” He asks, starting the conversation.

“I told you, I like what I see.”

“No, there has to be more to it than that,” he says, watching you.

You sigh softly. “You seem real.”

“Real?”

“Most of the pilots in here just want to gloat about being a navy pilot. They want to feel important and show people they are. They want to parade around like peacocks and see who takes the bait, only to wake up in the morning leaving that person behind and getting on with life. They make an impact and they leave. Now, I’m not saying you can’t gloat, feel free to do so. It’s very impressive what you do and I respect it, but you don’t seem like the kind of guy who would go around impressing someone only to leave them hanging after.”

Goose is speechless. You sound like you have a lot of experience about being around pilots.

“I’m a goose not a peacock,” is his response.

You laugh. Full on belly laugh. Goose smiles at the sound. Even your laugh is beautiful.

“See? You’re already more human than any pilot I’ve ever met. I like that.”

As the evening goes on, Goose does not leave your side. Every so often Maverick looks up at his friend and smiles. He’s having a good time with you and Pete can see that. He will catch up with everything tomorrow, he’s sure. You’re laughing and smiling for hours. Eventually it becomes too late to carry on and you tell Goose you have to go. You’re too tired to keep focused.

“Let me take you back,” he says, getting up with you.

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

You smile and face him. As much as you would like to ride home with him, you decide it’s best not to. You made much progress tonight and you wanted to test the waters a little bit.

“Tell you what,” you say as you grab a napkin. It’s wet, but it will work. “I’ll give you this, and if this becomes more than one night spent in a bar, then you can take me home.” You write your number the best you can on the napkin and tuck it into Goose’s pocket.

Goose looks at you in awe.

“Promise?” He asks.

You smile.

“Promise.”

You pat him on the chest and then make your leave. Goose watches you go. When you’re out of sight, Maverick slides up beside him.

“Good night?” He asks, grinning at the door you had just left through.

“The best,” Goose replies, wishing you were still here.

“I told you they were looking at you,” Mav pats his friend on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Goose just smiles.

His hand goes to his pocket where he can feel the napkin tucked away safely. He smiles even brighter. He was going to call you tomorrow, he would make sure of it.

Maverick just chuckles.

“Come on, let’s go.”

Goose doesn’t say a word as he follows his friend out. This had to have been the best night of his life. Probably the night his whole life changed forever.

#nick goose bradshaw #goose x reader #goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw x reader #nick bradshaw #top gun #top gun 1986

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jessybarnes · 8 months

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Shake My Nerves, Rattle My Brain

Chapter Two: Cold As Ice

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Chapter Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Dick "Jester" Hetherly, and Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI

Tags: Pining, explicit language, suggestive sexual thoughts, drinking, military talk, Goose is getting suspicious, Ice is possessive, and Mav can't seem to get a handle on his new feelings, maybe slight angst if you squint, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 1,8k

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This will feature some of the same dialogue from the movies. I do NOT own the dialogue but am merely putting my own adaptation of the movies. :)

"So, what do you think of the competition?"

Goose asks while he does up the buttons on his dress whites.

Maverick stares in the mirror continuing to mess with his hair for the umpteenth time. Seriously, he never cares this much, so why is his stomach in knots over going to the O club?

He sighs and braces himself on the sink. Mav realizes he's probably making a mountain out of a molehill here, but how else is he supposed to take the snide comment Lieutenant pretty boy shot at him after they were dismissed?

"The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies' room."

Maverick scoffs. There's no way he knew he was checking him out during class, right? It was probably just a challenge. The typical two alpha males butting heads until one of them rolls over, kind of challenge. Well, if that's what pretty boy wants then that's what he'll g-

"Mav! Hey! You listenin' to me?"

He jumps at the sound of Goose's voice and turns to look at him.

"Sorry, I uh…I was just ah…thinkin'."

"You sure you're okay, man? You've been acting weird since class this morning."

Maverick's heart hammers against his chest. Goddammit, why does he have to be so fucking transparent? Maybe he should just wear a sign around his neck that says 'Hello, my name is Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and I've got it bad for a pilot with blonde spiky hair and blue eyes'.

"Yep. I'm fine. Let's go. I'm ready for a beer."

The lively atmosphere of the Officer's Club washes over them as they walk through the wooden doors.

"This is what I call a target-rich environment."

Maverick smiles up at his best friend before taking a look at all the beautifully dressed women. Goose rolls his eyes and slaps him on the shoulder.

"You live your life between your legs, Mav."

"Goose, even you can get laid in a place like this."

Nick chuckles, "I'm tellin' ya, I'd be happy to find a girl who'd talk dirty to me."

They approach the bar and open a tab, taking a seat on the only two open stools in the place. Goose nudges him and nods to a figure standing across the room.

"Mav, you wanna know who the best is?"

He moves his gaze in the direction Nick nodded and nearly chokes on his own saliva when his eyes land on none other than Lieutenant pretty boy.

Okay, he's electing to ignore the fact that his best fucking friend just referred to someone else, other than him, as the best because how in the fuck can someone look so good?!

He isn't even doing anything. He's just standing there wearing his stupid fucking aviators sipping some mystery drink with a girl hanging off his arm like she needs him to help her stand up.

Maverick squeezes the neck of his beer bottle until his knuckles turn white. He's never been the jealous type, but seeing this woman give pretty boy 'fuck me' eyes gives him a bad taste in his mouth.

"That's him. Iceman. That's the way he flies, ice-cold, no mistakes. Just wears you down. You get bored, frustrated, do something stupid, and he's got you."

Mav opens his mouth to respond, but Goose cuts him off, instead turning his attention to someone else.

"Hey, hey, Slider!" He grabs at the taller man's uniform where he has his pinned wings, "I thought you wanted to be a pilot, man. What happened?"

Ron rolls his eyes, "Goose, you're such a dickhead."

Maverick snorts at their back-and-forth banter, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips.

Before he can even think about taking a drink he sees the so-called Iceman stalking straight towards them.

He takes a long gulp of liquid courage and swallows as Ice stops directly in front of him.

"Hey, Mother Goose! How's it goin'?"

Nick shakes his hand, "I'm doin' good, Tom. This is Pete Mitchell. Tom Kazansky."

So, he's finally got a name to put with Lieutenant pretty boy's face. Maverick looks him up and down, takes his outstretched hand in his own, and prays to whatever deity will listen that he gets through this conversation without giving himself away.

"Congratulations on Top Gun."

Fuck, his eyes are even more captivating up close.

Mav smiles softly up at him, "Thank you."

"Sorry to hear about Cougar. He and I were like brothers in flight school. He was a good man."

Pete raises an eyebrow, "still is a good man."

Tom smirks and pops a piece of gum in his mouth, "yeah, that's what I meant."

God, this guy is infuriating. "Thought so."

Ice leans in closer, leaving mere inches between their lips and Maverick feels his stomach flip.

Yep, he's royally fucked.

"Say, you need any help?"

He chews his gum loudly as he waits for Maverick to answer. And while Mav is more than certain anyone looking in their direction can see the panic written all over his face, he still takes a swig of beer to allow himself a moment to ignore all the explicit thoughts he has rattling around in his brain right now.

"With what?"

Tom leans down so they're now eye to eye and grins, "You figured it out yet?"

Fucking Christ.

Maverick feels the panic spread as he tries to make sense of what Ice is talking about. Certainly, he hasn't been that transparent in the last forty-five seconds, but he has had shitty luck before. Nevertheless, he does his best to play it cool and pray his voice doesn't come out as shaky as his hands are.

"What's that?"

"Who's the best pilot."

Even though his heart is beating like a running racehorse, Mav still sees the split second of Tom glancing down at his mouth.

Is…is Iceman flirting with him?

No. No way. He has to be imagining this.

"No, I think I can figure that one out on my own."

Ice chuckles, "I heard that about you. You like to work alone."

Whatever response Pete had at the ready dies on his tongue because the way Tom is looking at him right now makes heat pool low in his belly.

It's almost…possessive.

Slider clears his throat bringing him back to reality. "Mav, you must’ve soloed under a lucky star, huh? I mean, first the MiG, and then you guys slide into Cougar's spot."

Goose scoffs, "We didn't slide into Cougar's spot. It was ours, okay?"

"Yeah, well, some pilots wait their whole career just to see a MiG up close. Guess you guys are both lucky and famous."

Slider takes the shot he's been holding as Ice follows suit and licks his lips, which Maverick definitely doesn't hone in on.

"No, you mean notorious." Tom deadpans. "I'll see you later." He flashes a perfect smile and sets his shot glass down.

Maverick watches him start to walk away and tries not to stare too hard at the way his ass looks in his dress pants. "You can count on it."

After a long night of avoiding questions from a suspicious Goose and barely any sleep, Maverick groans as he takes his first sip of coffee.

"Ugh, I'm never drinking again."

"Yeah, you said that the last time we went out. Nick laughs and jingles his truck keys as Mav winces. "C'mon, we're gonna be late for class."

Even though they were currently in the shade, the hanger barely gave them any relief from the heat.

Jester, their first instructor of the day, is talking about getting intel on enemy aircraft from civilians. At least, that's how Maverick understands it. His head is still currently pounding from the night before though, so he can't be entirely sure what's going on at the moment. He'll just ask Goose later on when he can blink without feeling like he's going to hurl.

"One of the most qualified is our TAGREP, callsign Charlie. She has a Ph.D. in astrophysics, and she's also a civilian contractor, so you do not salute her. But you better listen to her, because the Pentagon listens to her about your proficiency."

Maverick slides on his aviators and rests his head in his hand. Thankfully, his headache is finally starting to subside. It's not that he doesn't care about what Charlie has to say, he honestly just wants to get back in the cockpit.

His ears perk up when he hears her talking about the MiG-28 though. He and Goose are all too familiar with that aircraft.

"However, the MiG-28 does have a problem with its inverted flight tanks. It won't do a negative-G pushover."

Maverick snorts as Goose leans in to whisper to him, "Are you gonna tell her?"

Charlie stops mid-sentence and turns her attention to them, "Excuse me, Lieutenant. Is there something wrong?"

And so Mav proceeds to explain how he and Goose were in a four-G inverted dive in a MiG-28. And even when Ice calls bullshit, he goes on to explain that not only was he in that position, but he also gave the enemy the bird while his RIO snapped a Polaroid.

Class ends a few minutes later when Jester tells them they have a hop to take with a strict hard deck of ten thousand feet.

After staying behind to explain to Charlie that she can just read the details of his foreign relations encounter with the enemy, he heads up the stairs to do his preflight with Goose.

Mav rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks.

"Maverick."

Fuck! He knows that voice. That authoritative, yet still soft, voice that makes his knees weak. He'd never admit it though. Not out loud at least.

Ice pushes off the cement block he'd been sitting on and is in front of him in two strides.

Jesus… does he have to stand so fucking close?!

"I'm curious," he fiddles with the clasp of his watch until it clicks into place, "who was covering Cougar while you were showboating with this MiG?"

Pete somehow manages to keep his own voice steady, though he's not sure how since Tom's giving him that look again. The one that makes him want to drop to his knees and take what he's given.

He doesn't, of course, because why on earth would Iceman be into him? He's just being cocky. Something he'd be doing right back if his heart would just slow down for once.

"Cougar was doing just fine," he grins.

"Uh-huh."

Normally, Mav would have told Kazansky to shut his fucking mouth, but instead, he walks away because he can't trust himself around Ice.

Not when all he wanted at that moment was to slam him against the nearest wall and shove his tongue down his throat.

Among a list of various other things.

#j snow writes #icemav #maverick x iceman #iceman x maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky x pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell x tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Welcome to the World

Pairing: Goose x Carole

Author’s Note: Just a little bit of fluffy goodness, starring my favorite family!

Warnings: Mind-numbing fluff and nothing but.

Lieutenant Nick “Goose” Bradshaw would always remember June 27, 1984 as the day his life changed forever. He’d had big, life-changing moments before. The day he met Carole. The day they got married. The day he graduated from the Naval Academy. But June 27, 1984 topped them all.

It was the day he became a father.

He and Carole had been eagerly counting down the days since the moment she’d taken that pregnancy test in their hotel room in Pensacola, and now the day they’d been waiting for was finally here.

After over ten hours of labor, Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw finally decided to have some mercy on his mother and make his loud entrance into the world.

“It’s a boy!” the doctor had exclaimed, holding him up in the air as the nurse clamped down on the umbilical cord. “A very loud boy,” he added with a grin.

Goose and Carole had both laughed through their tears as their son was placed in Carole’s arms, his warm, squishy body pulsing with life. Life that they had created. Life that they had given him. It was a hell of a thing.

“Look what you did, honey,” Goose murmured reverently, pressing a kiss to his wife’s sweaty forehead as he simultaneously reached down to caress his son’s soft head.

“Look what we did,” Carole replied, grinning as their baby began nuzzling against her chest, clearly hungry for his first meal outside the womb.

“Hmm, a boob man. And they say these things aren’t genetic,” Goose teased, laughing as he avoided Carole’s hand swatting at him.

“Goose Bradshaw! Your son is less than an hour old,” she laughed, gently caressing the back of Bradley’s head as he managed to latch onto her breast and begin feeding all on his own.

“My son,” Goose repeated proudly, stroking his baby’s back with one finger as he wrapped his other arm around Carole’s shoulders. “I like the sound of that.”

“Me, too,” Carole smiled, turning her head to give Goose a kiss, her eyes filled to the brim with all the emotion that had been overflowing from her heart since the first moment she’d heard her son’s cries.

“He’s perfect, Mav,” Goose exclaimed an hour later, using a payphone in the hospital lobby to update his best friend about Carole and Bradley’s condition. He was beaming like the proud father he was. “Absolutely perfect. Just wait until you meet him! Oh, you’re going to love him, Mav. You really are.”

When he returned to Carole’s room a few minutes later, he found her sitting up in bed with Bradley snuggled up in her arms, fast asleep. She held a finger up to her lips, then smiled and waved him over to the bed.

“Isn’t he gorgeous? He’s going to break so many hearts one day,” Carole breathed out, stroking their son’s silky cheek with one finger.

“Carole Bradshaw, your son is less than a day old,” Goose playfully scolded, reminding her of her words from earlier.

“Oh, shut up. You know I’m right,” Carole laughed, grinning when her husband dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I don’t know, honey. Are we crazy to name him Bradley Bradshaw? What if kids make fun of him?”

“Who could make fun of a strong name like that?” Goose asked, feigning indignance. “It’s unique. It’s got character. Just like him,” he grinned, running the tip of his finger across the back of their son’s tiny hand. “Besides,” he went on, glancing down at his wife. “One day he’s going to have a call sign that he goes by anyway.”

“Oh, right,” Carole laughed, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. “How could I forget? What are they going to call him? Duck?”

“That’s not a half-bad idea, honey,” Goose chuckled, resting his cheek against the top of her head as the two of them gazed down adoringly at the tiny baby in her arms.

Carole let out a soft yawn, her eyes growing heavy with exhaustion as her head fell against Goose’s shoulder.

“Aw, jeez, what am I thinking?” Goose exclaimed quietly, not wanting to wake the baby. “You need to get some sleep, honey. It’s been a hell of a day.” He rose from the edge of the bed and carefully took Bradley into his arms, making sure to mind his head the way Carole and the nurses kept insisting on.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Carole said, reaching out tired arms for the baby.

“He’ll still be here in the morning, I promise,” Goose grinned, kissing her tenderly, even as he continued to hold their son out of reach. “I’m going to keep careful watch. Now get some sleep.”

“Okay, okay,” Carole murmured, her eyes closing before her head even hit the pillow. She was asleep within seconds.

Goose chuckled as he gently laid his sleeping son in the bassinet beside Carole’s bed. Letting out a yawn of his own, he settled down in the chair near the window, keeping careful watch over both his wife and his newborn son, just as he’d promised.

Less than an hour later, just as he was starting to doze off himself, Goose heard a soft gurgling sound coming from the bassinet and saw one tiny fist fly into the air. Jumping up out of his seat, he moved to stand beside the bassinet, his face splitting into a huge grin as he gazed down at a pair of brown eyes that were identical to his own.

“Hey there, buddy. Can’t sleep?” he whispered, sliding his hands under his son’s body and carefully lifting him up. He turned back to the chair he’d been occupying just a moment before, settling down with Bradley carefully ensconced in his arms. “Me either. Exciting day, huh?”

Bradley just stared up at him with those wide eyes, his tiny mouth opening and closing with soft bubbling sounds.

“Hey, I don’t know if anyone’s said this to you yet, but welcome to the world,” Goose grinned, running a gentle finger down the bridge of his son’s tiny nose. “It’s kind of a crazy place, but I think you’ll like it. That’s your mama over there, getting some sleep,” he explained, lifting Bradley up and pointing to where Carole was lying fast asleep in her hospital bed. “You really put her through the wringer, young man. But she’s strong. Strongest person I know, in fact. Don’t tell her I told you this, but she’s the one who really runs the show. I like to pretend it’s me sometimes, but it’s her.” He grinned, gazing with love at his wife. “Your mama’s a queen, Bradley, and that’s how we’re gonna treat her. You hear me?”

Bradley made a loud gurgling sound in response, reaching up to wrap his tiny hand around one of Goose’s fingers.

Goose’s heart melted at the sight and he beamed down at his boy. “I guess you do hear me, huh? Well, and where did my manners get off to? I don’t even think I’ve introduced myself properly,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m your daddy, Bradley. You're named after me, you know. Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw. Well, the Nicholas part. But everyone calls me Nick. Well, actually everyone calls me Goose. That’s my call sign. It’s a Navy thing. Oh yeah, I’m in the Navy, Bradley. But this is probably a lot of information all at once, huh? Am I confusing you?”

Bradley yawned softly, blinking up at his father.

“Oh, boring you, huh? Sorry about that,” Goose chuckled, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead. “At least you’re honest.”

They sat quietly for a few minutes in the hushed stillness of the hospital room, father and son getting comfortable with each other as their whole world changed.

“I guess all I really wanted to tell you, Bradley, is that I love you. Me and your mama love you so much. Even with all the things I’ve done and seen in my life, nothing compares to you. Nothing could be better than you, buddy,” he murmured softly, taking one of his son’s hands in his own. “I’m always going to be here for you. Always. I’m going to have to travel some, and be away from you and your mama sometimes, but I’ll always be carrying you with me. And I’ll always leave behind a piece of me with you,” he explained.

Bradley gurgled again at that, his small hands flailing as he wiggled in his father’s arms.

Smiling, Goose tenderly stroked his son’s face. “You know what your Uncle Mav always says? You’re gonna love your Uncle Mav, Bradley. He can’t wait to meet you. But you know what he always says when he needs my help? He says, ‘Talk to me, Goose.’ And I do. I always do. If you ever need me, Bradley, all you have to do is ask. All you have to say is, ‘Talk to me, Dad,’ and I’ll be right there for you. Always.”

Bending forward, Goose pressed another kiss to his son’s sleepy face, then slowly rose from his chair. With gentle hands, more gentle than he’d ever thought himself capable of, he gingerly placed Bradley back into his bassinet, where his eyes quickly closed once more.

“Come over here, you big stud,” came Carole’s sleepy voice from the bed as she turned towards him, a smile playing across her lips. God, he loved her smile.

“How long have you been up?” Goose whispered, settling down on the edge of the bed and brushing a few strands of her blonde hair out of her face.

“Not too long,” Carole said softly, taking his hand in hers. “But I didn’t want to interrupt your father-son bonding,” she added with a grin, smiling over at the bassinet.

“Just wanted to give him a little introduction to the world,” Goose grinned, leaning over to kiss her softly.

“God, I love you, honey,” Carole told him, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones.

“I love you, too, honey,” Goose smiled, cupping her face in his hands as he kissed her again.

Carole paused for a moment before asking, “Now what was that part I heard about me being the queen who runs the show?” Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she smirked up at him.

Goose groaned, shaking his head. “That was a private conversation, honey!”

“No secrets between me and my boys,” Carole laughed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him once more.

Carole and her boys. Goose liked the sound of that.

#nick goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #the bradshaw family #goose x carole #top gun #top gun (1986)

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 11 months

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Head Over Heels - Goose

Pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw / Fem!Reader (Nicknamed Honey)

Word Count: 1.5k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog is 18+ Only.

Warnings: Accidents; Referenced Bad Dates; Slight Self-Loathing; Female Reader with No Description, No "Y/N" or "You," Nicknamed "Honey"

Summary: Goose goes on a bad date and wants to give up. Maverick tells him that he just can't sit around and wait for the perfect girl to come around. Except fate has other plans.

Note: Set pre-Top Gun 1986. No Carole in this universe. She's off living her best life elsewhere. Bradley's not here (but maybe he'll come later? We'll see)

Master List

“I’m hopeless, Mav! Absolutely hopeless!” Goose complained, holding his face in his hands.

“You are not hopeless,” Maverick assured Goose, though his expression gave away his real opinion. “Just a little . . . rusty.”

The two were walking down the boardwalk after a disaster of a double date with two women that they met in town. And to say that it was a complete mess would have been generous. It all started with a spilled glass of water and ended with Maverick getting whacked in the face with a purse while defending Goose’s honor.

“Mav, let’s just face facts,” Goose sighed, turning to his pilot and best friend. “I’m hopeless, I have no idea how to impress women, and I’ll probably die alone because of it.”

“Goose, you’re overreacting,” Maverick cut in, clapping his best friend on his shoulder. “She just wasn’t the one. Anywhere near the one. But, hey, there’s got to be some girl out there who’ll be the perfect match to you. I can sense it.”

“But where the hell is she Mav?” Goose sighed, starting to walk along again.

“I don’t know, Goose, you’ve got to go out and look for her. The perfect girl isn’t just going to fall into your arms,” Maverick replied, shaking his head.

“Watch out!” a voice suddenly called out.

Goose turned just in time to see a woman on a pair of roller skates heading towards him. He had about a split second to react. Reaching out his arms as a reflex, Goose managed to catch her as she tripped on the uneven wooden paneling on the ground. Her momentum caused them to both dip towards the ground until they were rolling together.

Goose managed to stop their rolling and found himself staring down at the most beautiful woman that he had ever set his sights on. She stared up at him with wide eyes, panting a bit, and resting her hand on his firm chest. He didn’t know her name, but Honey just felt right. She looked sweet, just like honey, and he wouldn’t mind a—no, Goose, no, he scolded himself.

“Hi,” Goose breathed out, memorizing by the literal angel that crashed into him.

“Hi,” Honey returned, similarly dazed.

“Jesus Christ, are you two alright!?” Maverick yelled, startling the two of them back to reality.

“I’m so sorry!” Honey immediately yelped, trying to scramble up. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Goose replied, getting up and keeping a hold on her hand to steady her. “Just a little dust. Nothing more.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, glancing over his form for any scratches.

“Yeah, it’ll take more than that to take me out,” Goose chuckled, holding her steady as she slipped a bit on her skates. “Are you alright?”

“Just a bit embarrassed,” she sighed, grabbing Goose a bit tighter. “This is what I get for trying to be someone that I’m not.”

And no sooner had she finished her sentence then Honey slipped towards the ground. Luckily, Goose had quick reflexes and managed to wrap his arms around her before she fell to the ground again. Of course, his maneuver ended up with her hanging in his arms like they were dancing partners and he was dipping her for some romantic move, which caused them both to grow even more flustered.

Maverick glanced between Goose and Honey with wide eyes. Glancing up at the sky and then down at his own hands for a moment, Maverick quietly wondered if he somehow summoned this woman to this exact spot.

“Why don’t we get you over to a bench?” Goose suggested with a chuckled, straightening her up again.

“That’s probably for the best,” she agreed, letting Goose help her over to a wooden bench.

Carefully setting her down on the bench, Goose kneeled down in front of Honey and started to untie the skates on her feet. Maverick hid a smirk behind his hand when he saw just how flustered and pleased Honey looked as Goose helped her with her skates.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Goose just needed to stand there and let fate do the work for him.

“There, now you’re safe,” Goose joked, setting the two skates beside her on the bench.

“Thank you,” she replied meekly, still highly embarrassed. “And I’m so sorry about running into you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Goose assured her with a kind smile. “But, can I ask why you’re skating around the boardwalk if you . . .?”

“Can’t skate?” Honey offered with a laugh. “My friend somehow managed to rope me into it.”

“Where’s your friend then?” Goose asked her.

The call of her actual name caused Goose, Maverick, and Honey to turn around to see another woman quickly skating towards them. She was more than likely the friend who indirectly caused the whole interaction based on the way that Honey sheepishly waved to her.

“Penny, I told you that this was a bad idea,” Honey sighed, gesturing towards the skates. “I was this close to going into the water. And I accidentally tackled him along the way.”

“Better than most linebackers,” Maverick joked, smiling brighter as he turned to face Penny. Well, if Goose got a beautiful girl to pay attention to him, why should Maverick get the same opportunity? “I’m Pete, Pete Mitchell. But you can call me Maverick. And the sack of potatoes that your friend took down is my RIO Goose.”

“Goose?” Honey repeated, sounding confused.

“You two are naval aviators?” Penny asked curiously, glancing between Maverick and Goose with newfound interest.

“It’s a callsign,” Goose explained to Honey. “My real name is Nick. You can call me whatever you prefer. I answer to both.”

“Goose somehow seems to fit you more,” Honey mused, turning to Goose again with a bashful smile.

“I think so,” Goose agreed, his cheeks literally aching from how hard he was smiling.

“Are you two free the rest of tonight?” Penny asked, shooting a knowing smirk at her friend. “We were just going to grab some dessert down at the end of the boardwalk. If you two are interested.”

“Well, it would be completely rude and downright unchivalrous if we didn’t take them up on their offer. Wouldn’t it, Goose?”

“It would,” Goose quickly blurted out before he turned to Honey. “Unless, of course, you think it wouldn’t be.”

“No, no, you should come,” Honey agreed, grabbing his hand. “So that I can properly thank you for the mess that I created.”

“Well, I can’t say ‘no’ to that,” Goose stated with a wide smile.

“Great, it’s settled! Let’s go,” Penny urged, gesturing down the boardwalk.

“Penny, we should grab our real shoes first,” Honey insisted, standing up. “I can’t walk barefoot all the way down there. And the parking lot is just up there.”

“I can carry you,” Goose offered, causing Honey’s eyes to widen a bit.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t let the chicken frame throw you off,” Maverick vouched on Goose’s behalf. “He’s stronger than he looks.”

“Thanks, Mav,” Goose hissed out, shooting his best friend a look.

“Great! Goose will carry you to the car and then we’ll all grab dessert together,” Penny stated, leaving no room for argument.

“You don’t have to carry me,” Honey assured Goose, but he simply smiled in return.

“No, no, I insist. Here, you can climb up onto my back,” Goose offered, turning around.

With some careful maneuvering, Honey clambered up onto Goose’s back and the new group of four headed up to Honey’s car. Goose and Honey fell into their own separate conversation from Penny and Maverick, who seemed to have instantly clicked. They reached Honey’s car in no time and with a quick shoe change, they were on their way down to the ice cream shop.

“So, what would you prefer me to call you?” Goose asked Honey, who smiled up at him.

“You can call me . . . tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? What kind of—oh,” Goose quickly caught on, causing Honey to giggle a bit. “Sorry, that wasn’t smooth at all.”

“I think it’s cute,” Honey replied, smiling at Goose bashfully.

“I think they’re so cute,” Penny whispered to Maverick, grabbing his arm lightly. “It’s been so long since she felt confident around a guy. She gets flustered so easily and they all make fun of her.”

“Goose isn’t like that at all. He’s a complete gentleman,” Maverick assured Penny, glancing back at Goose and Honey. “And between you and me, his confidence has been shot. The last couple of dates that he’s been on were disasters.”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re just what each other needs,” Penny mused before turning to Maverick. “So, tell me about yourself, Maverick.”

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15. "No, I won the bet, you have to do it."

yes. Doomsday, ily (platonic and respectful)

Prompt #15: "No, I won the bet, you have to do it."

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Mav was so sure that he was going to win. And honestly, it was laughable.

———

The bet was very straightforward: Ice and Mav against Slider and Goose. A game of beach volleyball. Whoever gets to 20 first wins. The losers´ punishment would be revealed after the game.

At this point, they were tied. They were all sweaty and panting. And it was very hard to focus.

Ice looked stunning. Playing shirtless, wearing only shorts that really showed off his ass. His tanned skin was glistening in the sun, aviators blocking out the sun. His hair was like spun gold.

The volley had started while Mav was admiring his teammate. He didn't notice until the ball dropped into the sand front of him. Goose and Slider cheered, high fiving and mocking Ice and Mav, who blushed furiously.

“Mav, are you okay? You look a little dazed. And flushed.”

“Yeah, Ice. Just tired.”

Ice didn't seem to hear him. “Sit down, I’ll bring you a water.”

Mav started to argue, but was silenced by a look from Ice. “Nope. sit your ass down. I wasn't requesting.” Ice sounded stern, but there was not bite behind it.

So Mav sat down where he was in the warm sand. The sun was starting to set, coloring everything golden. It was peaceful and comforting in a way.

“Mav?” Mav scowled at Goose, who laughed. “Oh, man. You blew it.”

———

“Y'all lost.” Slider’s singsong tortured Ice. His friend and RIO loved to beat the ever-competitive Iceman. Ice just glared and grabbed four water bottles.

“If you try to set Mav and I up, I'm going to lock you and Goose in a broom closet for a week.”

Slider blushed, but persisted. “It'll be fine. I promise it's nothing too bad.”

Tom threw a water at Ron, then laughed when he got smacked in the face. The bottles were cold from sitting in the cooler all afternoon. Most of the ice cubes had melted, but the water was still refreshing. He opened his, took a drink, then trotted over to Pete, who was still sitting on the sandy court. Goose was sitting with him, and they seemed to just be watching the sunset.

He looked so peaceful.

He tossed a water to Nick before plopping himself down next to Pete to hand him his.

“Thank you, Tom.”

“Anytime.”

Slider sauntered over, evil smirk on his face. Oh no.

“Alright, losers. Ready for the punishment?”

Mav groaned. “Just get it over with.”

Goose chuckles. “Tell the poor sops their cost.”

“Y'all have to bunk for a month.”

Ice shot a death glare at Ron. “That's against the rules, though.”

Goose tsked. “Not true.”

“What do you mean?” Mav sounded worried.

“We cleared it with Viper.” The son of a bitch.

Ice steeled himself for the next month.

———

“Goose, please. I can't do it.”

“No, I won the bet, you have to do it."

“But I’ll die of embarrassment. He's too pretty.”

“Oh my god, do not start confessing your love of him to me. Just tell the bastard you love him and make out or some shit.¨

¨Make out with who?¨ Mav had never wanted to hear Tom´s lovely voice less.

¨No one! Don't worry about it!¨

Tom´s face went from curious to collected in a millisecond. ¨Need help with that box?¨

Mav tried to hide his embarrassment with a cocky grin. ¨Nah, hotshot. Show me the way home.¨

Oh god, why did he say that?

Tom only froze for a moment before turning on his heel. ¨Bunks are this way.¨

Mav scrambled to his feet, grabbed the box, and followed. He only turned to plead with Goose, but that quickly died when he saw Nick barely stifling laughter.

———

The switch was surprisingly seamless. Pete and Tom adjustled way quicker than expected. They actually started to talk to each other. Soon they were living in sync, knowing each other’s schedule by heart.

They never switched back.

Goose and Mav sat on Goose's bunk, chatting. “Mav, how ya doing with Mr. Perfect?”

“Oh, Tom? He's the best. We went out for drinks together last night, and he let me give him a ride on the bike. He's so cool, Nick.”

“Dang, he must really love you if he got on the death trap.”

Mav froze. “What?”

“I said, he's gotta love you if he went anywhere near your bike.”

“You think he loves me back?”

“Ice? Of course he does. Even a blind man could see that. Sli tells me that you're basically all he talks about. At first it was complaining, now it's practically a proposal.”

Little did they know that Tom was walking past at that exact moment. He stilled by the door, listening.

“Ice is too good for me. Charlie was. Ice, he's so much better than I am. Not just as a pilot — as a person, too. Besides, he's probably going steady with some good looking chick. I don't think he's into guys.”

Ice almost stomped in at that. He listened to Goose anyway.

“Mav, I'm telling you this once, so listen up: You aren't a bad pilot because you're dangerous. You're not a bad person because you don't know how to express your emotions. And I know for a fact that Iceman isn't going steady with anyone, but he wants you. He is head over heels in love with you.”

“I don't know—”

Ice cracks and turns into the room. “He's right. I am so desperately in love with you, Pete Mitchell.”

Maverick sits, frozen in place. Ice crosses the room in two strides and grabs Mav’s hand. “I love you, Maverick.”

Pete snaps out of his stupor and smiles softly. “You do?” He stares at Ice, eyes searching.

“Come with me.” And he does.

———

He takes Mav down to the beach. The same one that the bet had been made and lost. The bet that brought them together, whether they wanted it or not. They sit in the sand, letting the saltwater chill their now-bare feet, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Mav sat in between Tom’s legs, leaning against his chest.

“Ice?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you really love me?”

Tom scoffed and pressed a kiss to his hair. “Of course I do.”

“Are you sure?” He turned to see Ice better, who was admiring how the fading light enhanced Pete's features. “Because of you aren't sure—”

Ice silenced him with a gentle, chaste kiss. Mav melted almost immediately. The world seemed to stop. Languid, quiet, soft. Ice smiled into the kiss.

After an eternity, they were forced back into the world where oxygen was required. Tom studied him lovingly. The way his green eyes glittered, how his crooked smile softened to something more genuine.

“I guess losing did help, for once.” Tom chuckled.

“Pete laughed. “Not that we'll ever tell them that.”

“Oh, never. Slider can barely fit into his helmet as it is. He doesn't need a bigger head.”

“Ain't that the truth.”

“Just as true as my love for you, Darling.”

Maverick would not admit his love for the nickname until many years later in his wedding vows.

———

as always, make sure y'all drink some water and sleep! love y'all

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