Summary: You go visit your boyfriend Goose at Top Gun and leave as his fiancée.
Warnings: None
Authors Note: Goose does not die in the future of this fic, imagine that they live a long and happy life together.
When you first met Nick Bradshaw you never in a million years could have imagined that you two would end up dating. You were the shy new girl who transferred to a new high school in the middle of the year and he was the nice popular guy that everyone adored because of his unintentional charm and goofy personality that could make anyone laugh.
You two met on a complete accident. You had been walking to class carrying your books with your head down when you tripped over another students backpack and literally fell into his arms.
“Hey there honey.” He had said with his goofy smile on his face and a very faint mustache starting to grow on his upper lip.
Just like every fairytale, every romance novel. You two clicked that day and never looked back.
Which brought you to now.
You and Nick have been dating ever since your Junior year of high school, you followed him all across the world as he lived his dream flying for the navy with his best friend Pete Mitchell who eventually became your friend as well.
Nick and Pete had gotten an invitation to Top Gun in Fightertown directly after their deployment somewhere in the Indian Ocean it had been almost 4 months since you saw your boyfriend which is the longest you two have ever gone without seeing each other. Which is why when Nick called to tell you that he managed to get permission for you both to live in one of the off base houses together you packed everything you needed and jumped on the first plane there.
Your flight was about as good as you could expect for a flight in the mid 80’s, you were stuck in the middle seat with a woman who just broke up with her boyfriend and thought that she had to tell you every detail about their relationship while she sobbed, and a 60 year old man who had to go the the bathroom every 10 minutes. When the plane finally landed you could have kissed the ground of the tarmac.
You grabbed your suitcase and carryon before getting in line behind the other passengers and walking down the ramp. You immediately started looking for your boyfriends tall form who was being accompanied by Maverick. You got on your tiptoes trying to see over the other people when you finally spotted your man standing with a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Mav beside him holding a big stuffed teddy bear.
“Hey Goose, you big stud!” You exclaimed making a bright smile overtake his face
“That’s me Honey!” Goose laughed as he jogged towards you
“Ahh! I missed you so much!” You squealed jumping into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist as your hands cupped his cheeks and connected your lips; Goose held you tightly to his body memorizing the way your soft lips felt against his.
“I missed you more Honey.” Goose said breaking the kiss to pepper tiny ones across your cheeks and neck making you giggle as he sat you onto the ground.
“Hey Mav!” You smiled at your boyfriends pilot as you have him a tight hug
“Hey Y/NN, glad you could join us. I got you a bear.” Maverick smiled holding up the bear making you laugh as you took it
“Thanks.” You smiled leaning into Goose’s side as he came up behind you and pulled you back against his chest
“You know I got you flowers to if you aren’t too occupied with that bear.” Goose spoke sarcastically making you playfully roll your eyes turning to peck his lips and take the flowers
“Thank you baby, I appreciate the flowers very much.” You said making him smile
“Thank you. I know your being sarcastic but I don’t care because I can finally hold you and kiss you again.” Goose said scooping you into his arms making you squeal and laugh. “Me and my girl have some catching up to do Mav, meet us at the bar tonight at 6:30.”
“Have fun! Use protection!” Mav waved after you as Goose carried you away
“You gonna take me to bed stud?” You asked as you both got settled into his car
“You better believe it honey.” Goose smirked making you giggle as he drove away
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After some very thorough rekindling you and Goose made your way to the bar to meet Maverick and his new girl Charlie.
“So this Charlie girl? She’s your instructor?” You asked your handsome boyfriend as you walked hand in hand in the parking lot
“Kinda, she’s a civilian contractor. So she basically tells us any information she has about the planes but we don’t have to solute her or anything.” Goose said playfully twirling you making you laugh
“Nicky your such a goof.” You smiled wrapping your arms around his waist
“You love me.” Goose said kissing your forehead
“Of course.” You said pulling his head down to connect your lips
“We better head inside before Mav thinks we ditched him.” Goose said giving you one last kiss before leading you into the bar
It was a cute almost diner type bar there was a piano sitting in the middle of the bottom floor making you smile knowing how much Goose loved playing the piano for you.
“Goose, Y/NN over here!” You heard Maverick say, you two walked over to where he was sitting with a pretty blonde girl
“Hey man. Charlie this is my girl friend Y/N.” Goose introduced you
“It’s nice to meet you.” Charlie said reaching out to shake your hand
“Yeah you too. So tell me, what’s it like having Pete Mitchell’s heart?” You asked moving to sit beside Charlie in between her and Maverick
“Your so funny.” Maverick teased nudging your shoulder as Goose sat down at the piano. “Hey Goose, did you know your girl was a comedian?”
“Yeah try living with her, I’m her comedic motivation.” Goose said before playing the opening of Great Balls of Fire. “You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain.”
“So you excited to be living here with us?” Maverick asked putting his arm around you as you took a sip of beer
“Getting to see my goofy hot boyfriend every day after months apart? Hell yeah.” You said as you admired Goose singing like no one was watching
“Well I am going to embarrass myself with your boyfriend, keep my girl company for me.” Maverick said kissing your cheek and giving Charlie a wink before walking up behind Goose and leaning against his back.
“Goodness gracious. Great balls of fire!” The two sung throwing their heads back making you laugh
“You know I’m glad that Mav met you, I love Pete Mitchell but he needs a woman in his life.” You told Charlie who smiled almost shyly
“You think I’m that woman?” Charlie asked making you chuckle
“Oh sweetheart. That boy is head over heals for you.” You smiled nudging her leg making Charlie chuckle. “Now come on, let’s go embarrass ourselves with our men.”
You grabbed Charlie’s hand and yanked her up making her laugh as you lead her over to the piano, Goose pulled you down onto his lap and placed a kiss on your shoulder blade making you laugh.
“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will. But what a thrill. Goodness gracious. Great balls of fire!” You guys all sung together before breaking into laughs
“Take a walk with me.” Goose whispered into your ear and you nodded before standing up, as you fixed your skirt you didn’t notice the look Maverick and Goose shared. “Mi lady.”
“Thank you kind sir.” You giggled taking his arm as he lead you out the back door and onto the beach. “I’ve missed the beach, it’s so beautiful at night.”
You and Goose walked along the shoreline hand in hand you watched the waves crash and the full moon reflect across the water, it was so peaceful on the beach at night with you and Goose being the only ones there.
“You know how much I love you?” Goose asked pulling you to a stop
“As much as I love you. Which means it’s a whole damn lot.” You smiled
“Well with as much as I love you it makes me want more. You have been the love of my life ever since you fell into my arms all those years ago, you are my entire life and every time I go up in the plane you are what I think about. Your the reason I fight to come home every single deployment, every mission, every training session. You are the love of my life and I don’t want to go a single minute without knowing that I will have you by my side for the rest of my life.” Goose said making your eyes water as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black box
“Nick.” You gasped as he dropped down to one knee
“Y/N M/N L/N. Will you marry me?” Goose asked smiling up at you
“Yes! Yes of course I will!” You smiled as tears fell down your cheeks, Goose smiled and slid the ring into your finger before kissing your knuckle.
“I love you so much.” Goose said standing up and pulling you into his arms
“I love you.” You laughed more happy in this moment then your entire life as you connected your lips in a passionate kiss
You heard cheers and clapping behind you guys and saw Maverick and Charlie holding a video camera and disposable camera making you smile.
“We’re getting married!” You and Goose exclaimed together as Maverick ran towards you guys and pulled you both into a huge hug.
“My best friends are getting married! I’m so happy for you guys!” Maverick said kissing your cheek and hugging Goose tightly
“Congratulations you guys.” Charlie smiled
“Thank you. Thank you both for capturing this.” You said gesturing to the cameras they held
“All Goose. He knew you’d want documentation of this day.” Maverick said and you smiled turning to look at your fiancée
“Really?” You asked with a smile
“I knew you’d want to show it to our kids some day.” Goose shrugged making you hug him
“Our kids huh?” You smirked
“Oh yeah. We’ll be able to have our own football team with the amount of kids we’re having.” Goose said making you laugh
“Speak for yourself. You get the fun part while I have to carry them for 9 months then push them out.” You said crossing your arms
“We’ll talk about the details later. But for now I want to enjoy the night with my fiancée.” Goose smiled caressing your jawline
“Fine by me. I love you Mr. Bradshaw.” You said
“I love you too. Future Mrs. Bradshaw.” Goose said before pulling you into a kiss, excited to begin your lives together as husband and wife.
Summary: goose is almost a graduate of flight school so you both decide to celebrate
Warnings: afab reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of being on the pill. Breeding kink if you squint. 18+ minors dni
Word count: 808
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You giggled up the stairs as Goose kissed your neck and nuzzled his mustache against it. You both knew nobody would be around then, so you had snuck off. You tried your best to keep watch, yet a silly Goose kept distracting you.
“Goosey! You’re going to get us caught,” you said with a fake pout as he tugged you into the small storage closet. You kept giggling even as he slowly undid his uniform. He was going to graduate soon, making you both excited and nervous. Goose didn’t seem to mind as you squeaked while he pulled down your skirt. You stepped out of it as he discarded it on one of the many shelves. He licked his lips noticing you hadn't been wearing any underwear.
“Easy access for me, baby?” He teased before pushing you against the wall; You shivered, feeling your bare ass against it. Goose put his thigh between your exposed cunt, lifting you slightly as he pulled out his throbbing cock. It was hard and leaking, the tip red as it practically screamed, “been waiting all day for this.”
“Nick,” you whimpered as he put a finger inside you, your lips parting, and he wanted no time to kiss you. You grasped into his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
“Mmm, no condom,” you moaned as he still fucked you with his finger. Goose froze. The only thing he neglected to grab was a condom.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he grunted before feverishly kissing your jaw, “I can get you off with my tongue.”
“No, need inside, please,” you begged, fucking yourself on his fingers.
“But you’re not-”
“Got on the pill a few weeks ago,” you said with a smile, warmth radiating from your cheeks. He looked at you curiously.
“What if we make a baby?” He placed a hand on your chest, taking his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper.
“Wouldn’t mind making a baby with you, mmm, you’d fill me up so good,” You said, bringing a hand down to his aching cock, slowly pumping it. He groaned, mouth falling slack as he looked at you. His hand dropped to your hip as you got him off.
“Fuck baby, you drive me crazy” he rested his chin against the top of your head.
“Last time I checked, you fly planes, not drive them,” you teased him with a big smirk.
“Thought I was silly goose around here?” He pulled back and gave you a toothy grin.
“Guess you rubbed off on me goosey and against me,” you giggled, hearing him moan, his cock thrusting into your hand.
“Not gonna last long,” he whined and pulled you closer to him, his body flush against yours.
“Then get inside me already,” you pleaded with him. Nick quickly made you face the door, bending you over. He slapped his cock against your thigh before slowly pushing in. He moaned loudly, trying not to move so you could adjust to him. It didn’t take long for him to start moving, loud moans leaving his mouth as he hit the spot.
“Niccck,” your face was pressed against the door, mouth agape as drool dripped down the side of your mouth.
“Right here, duckling, right here,” he babbled. The sound of skin slapping against filled the small closet. One hand grabbed your hip as the other snaked down towards your clit.
“Fuck!” You squealed, his thumb drawing small circles on your clit. Goose only let out a low chuckle before moaning with a pitch as you clenched around him.
“Feels so good raw,” Goose hummed, still slamming inside you. You were moaning as loud as he was so close to your orgasm, so close.
“Fuck, close,” you whimpered, feeling his hips stutter as he began to pant. You tried to look back at him the best you could. Eyes pleading for release. His body twitched for a moment, and his head was thrown around.
“Cum on my cock, honey” Goose's eyes close as he spills inside you. You don’t need to be told twice as you moan loudly, clenching around him and milking him for all that he’s worth. You both stood there, Goose’s body giving out slightly as he rested on your back, still holding you up. He stayed inside you as long as he could before growing sensitive and pulling out. You whined at the loss of contact. Cum dropped down your thigh as Goode realized what had happened.
“Shit! I don’t mean to cum inside you” you turned around to face him, arms lightly wrapping his neck.
“It’s okay” you kissed his cheek, his face suddenly bright red with embarrassment. You only giggled and gently brought a hand to his cheek, “I’m on the pill, and besides, I don’t think I would mind having some of your goslings.”
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Summary: You, Goose, and Bradley spend a well deserved movie day.
Warnings: All the fluff, being Bradley's mom, kissing, and a little grab ass.
Word Count: 518
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed writing it!
《 part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 》 《 m.list || ao3 》
You stood over the stove ladling batter onto the hot griddle. Nick came up behind you, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he whispered as he leaned down to press a few gentle kisses onto your neck. “I hate it when it does that…” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you turned to face your husband.
“Momma… Daddy…”
You both turned to the soft voice that came from the hall. Bradley stood peeking through the doorway, his airplane blanket in one hand and a model F14 in the other, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes even though both hands were occupied.
You turned to each other once more and smiled before running over to him. Goose picked the boy up into his arms and you ruffled his hair. “Good morning, love bug.” You kissed his cheeks, “guess who made pancakes for breakfast?” The boy sprang to life at the word ‘pancakes,’ similar to how his father reacted to the word ‘coffee.’ You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle before stepping away to grab plates and silverware.
As the three of you wrapped up breakfast you leaned over the table to look at Bradley. “So, lovebug. What should we do with our family day? Go to the beach, the zoo…”
Grabbed the plates from the table before taking them to the sink, “Stay home, cuddle in a pile on the couch, watch some movies…” You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes at the not-so-subtle suggestion.
Bradley’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “movie day!”
“All right, movie day it is!” you said with a smile. “How’s about you and I run to the video store and pick something good while daddy washes the dishes.”
“Okay!” Bradley practically ran to his bedroom to drop off his blanket and airplane.
You walked over to your husband and kissed his cheek. “Any requests?”
“Ooh, what’s that new movie that just came out with Schwarzenegger… Kindergarten Cop! That looked kid friendly but also seems a bit actiony!”
“I’m good with anything that’s reruns of the Banana Splits or H.R. Pufnstuf.”
“Oh, common those were great shows!”
You rolled your eyes and kissed your husband once more.
“Ready!” Bradley called out from the hallway. You both walked over to be greeted by the small boy wearing his sweatshirt backward. You let out a soft giggle before crouching down to fix the boy’s sweatshirt and pulling him into a warm embrace.
“Ready to pick out some movies kiddo?”
“Yeah!”
The two of you returned half an hour later with 5 movies, microwave popcorn, and a bunch of different candies and sweets to snack on. The three of you spent the rest of the day cuddled on the couch watching movies, eating popcorn, and reveling in the love that you had for one another.
As you lay on the couch with Bradley asleep on your lap you leaned into Nick’s embrace. “I love you, Nicky.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, Honeybee.”
synopsis | it was twenty dollars between maverick and goose, a bet that whoever got laid first on the premises, wins. goose had zero chance, until he found her.
warning | swearing, singing goose and maverick, mentions of sex, betting, hardcore making out , mentions of alcohol, drinking, use of y/n, afab (assigned female at birth) reader + pronouns
note | this was very rushed as i had to get the idea out, but i will probably edit it after-
genre | fluff + a little spicy
wordcount | 1.1k
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goose was not a singer. at all. but when maverick pointed her out alone at the bar, he was ecstatic. she was beautiful, he had no other way to describe it. there was something about her eyes that captured him and wanted to know more. and he wanted nothing more than to sing that dreaded song.
“you never close your eyes anymore,” sang goose, his aviators dropping to the tip of his nose, “when I kiss your lips.”
all the aviators gathered around as if it was some sort of ritual, or mating call. and by the way goose was looking at her, y/n didn't know which one she wanted more.
maverick was beside him, singing whole-heartedly, then one by one, aviators created a small group surrounding her. it lifted her spirits, watching all the men sing around her, but it was also very confusing.
it was as if she walked into a musical, naval aviators in their white uniforms and they all drunkenly sang the lyrics.
“and theres no tenderness like before in your fingertips,” he sang, holding out his fist, singing passionately. y/n held back a laugh and smiled at his attempts of wooing her. and she couldn't lie, it was certainly working.
“youre trying hard not to show it,” he continued, gesturing to her by reaching out his hand, “but baby, baby i know it…”
goose leaned down toward her, crouching down below her. he raised an eyebrow and smiled at her, glancing at her above his sunglasses.
“you lost that lovin’ feelin’,” sang goose, drawing out the words, everyone following along. “whoa, that lovin’ feelin’.”
minutes later, they finally finished the song and y/n couldn't hide her blush as goose took a seat on the bar stool beside her. his forehead was sweating and he had taken off his shades, hooking them on his shirt.
crossing one leg over the other, she sipped her drink in silence while glancing over to goose. with the whole aviator getup, it was hard to miss that he was at least something in the military.
“well,” said goose, taking a swig of his beer, “how'd you like the show?”
y/n shook her head, failing to stop a smile. “it was perfect, you guys should be singers.”
goose smiled, laughing at her compliment, “thank you very much, ma’am…goose.” he held out his hand to her.
y/n shook it and smirked, “like the bird? did your mom love you?” she joked, playing dumb was a great tactic with the navy.
“no, its my callsign,” said goose, “you can call me goose or nick, whichever you desire. what about you?”
her confidence got the best of her.
“you can call me whatever you want, honey.” said y/n, smirking at the pink dusting his cheeks. she got him now. she couldn't help it growing once she saw him laughing off his nervousness. a bumbling mess this man was.
“w-well, I…” said goose, laughing to himself. he didn’t know what to do, it seemed like every social part of his being escaped.
if she wasn't going to go home drunk, she might as well go home satisfied. y/n downed her drink and got up from her stool.
“well, if you need anything,” said y/n, brushing a hand over his shoulder and smiling, “you know where to find me.”
with that, she walked away to the washroom and it wasn't long before she heard the fumbling of a certain aviator and a couple whistles. its amazing what a couple drinks and confidence could do to a woman.
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it wasn't long until she and goose were in the bathroom with the door locked. she pulled him by his collar, lips moving in sync. his mustache tickling her face. a small moan escaped into his mouth, causing him to return one.
goose grabbed at her hips, reaching down pulling her up. y/n jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. without leaving her lips, he placed her on the counter, hands wrapping her waist.
hands travelling up, y/n held her body flush against his, pulling at his hair. reaching his roots, y/n tugged at it, earning a moan from goose. his hands wandered up and down her sides, rubbing at her thighs.
pulling apart slightly, they heaved and y/n leaned her against his forehead, her hands holding his face. a delirious smile made its way onto her face.
“darlin’ you certainly are-” said goose, quickly silence by a peck on the lips.
“shut up lieutenant,” said y/n, locking eyes with the love hazed aviator.
“yes ma’am.”
pulling him in for another kiss, she smiled into it and held him closer. encasing him between her legs, purposely grinding against him. moaning at the friction, goose returned one, pulling away and trailing kisses down her neck.
feeling her better judgement slip, she engrossed herself with the man, and boy, she sure had that lovin’ feelin’.
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after ten minutes of occupying the washrooms and angering other bar guests, she fixed her makeup in the mirror. smiling at the man who exited the stall. he stood proud and tall, she knew the exact situation he was in and she wasn't mad.
walking up behind her, goose wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning into the crook of her neck. he placed a couple kisses and y/n shurgged him off softly, turning to face him. he trapped her between him and the sink.
“i dont know what you’ve done to me but…” said goose, trailing off, “i want to see you again.”
y/n bit her lip, looking up at the man through her eyelashes. she leaned in closer to him, she could smell his cologne.
“we’ll see about that aviator,” said y/n, grabbing his sunglasses off his shirt and pushing past him. goose leaned against the counter staring at her in amusement.
“i will hold onto these until we meet again…” said y/n, placing them on her face. “now…shall we win this bet, lieutenant?”
goose’s face dropped in terror and y/n laughed at his reaction. it was too obvious, the same song every aviator sang to get a pick me up, but she was satisfied and thats all that mattered.
making her way out of the washroom, goose followed behind her quickly. spotting his friend, she stopped past him, tilting down the glasses to look at him with a smirk.
“you got to control your wingman aviator,” joked y/n, “i think he loves me.”
maverick’s jaw dropped slightly and y/n chuckled before sending goose a wink and walking to the door. she definitely had that lovin’ feelin’, and it was for a certain naval aviator named goose.
Summary: Pete and Y/N Mitchell were once thick as thieves. After your career splits the twins up the two reunite in San Diego. Nick Bradshaw is finally feeling normal after the passing of his late wife Carol. You comfort Nick in his loss while he comforts you after Pete can't stop being awful to you.
A/N: Hi friends! I had a friend request this one :) As always, let me know your thoughts! Also - sorry Carole, I did what had to be done.
Pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x Mitchell Reader
Word Count: 7,000+
It was remarkable how similar yet so drastically different the Mitchell twins were. Pete Mitchell was one of the most arrogant, cocky yet self-assured men you’d ever come across. And boy did he piss you off. You were convinced from an early age he made it his life goal to make you as furious as he could, often succeeding. He was your best friend though. Your first best friend, your fiercest best friend.
You were both incredibly mischievous particularly when the two of you were around the other. It’d been quite a while since you were around Pete. Your father was killed when you were both young, in the Vietnam War. A naval aviator of course. That sent you off to live with your grandparents. Shirley and Mark weren’t the most welcoming either. The twins were all each other had. You fed off each other sending you both in the principal’s office all too often. These actions alienated your grandparents even further from the both of you, driving you and Pete closer.
Pete was your protector. You knew nobody could really hurt you, Pete would always be there to put a stop to it. The downside being that no boy ever even tried getting that close to you, just knowing Pete was waiting. But that was all when you were younger. You both graduated high school, Pete determined to be a pilot in the Navy like dad. You wanted to be a doctor, not really want to follow your father’s footsteps as a pilot. Moving all the way across the country for undergrad made you miss Pete like crazy.
He went off and did his own thing though. He graduated from college early before enlisting and finding his way as a pilot in training. He constantly pestered you to either move closer or join the Navy with him. He wasn’t a fan of only seeing you once a year like he had been the past few. Eventually, his constant pestering wore you down. You applied to medical school at the Naval Academy. You really didn’t think you would get in knowing your family’s Naval legacy, Pete had already been rejected from the academy for undergrad.
To your pleasant surprised you were admitted. You had a hell of a lot of catching up to do though. You enrolled and were off. Another four years passed, and Pete became Maverick, you met his best friend and RIO Goose and you graduated from the Naval Academy. You did a Military Match with the Navy effectively signing you to another four-year commitment. Pete was thrilled when were selected. You still didn’t see each other as often as you liked. But Pete loved to say that you were both in the Navy, so you gave him that. You were shipped off to San Diego. Not that you didn’t love the Navy.
You were able to visit him a few times throughout the years. Seeing him grow from the young arrogant boy to the cocky asshole of a pilot he was. He was your best friend through and through. Each time you saw him it felt like no time had passed, the twins were always attached at the hip. Nick always joked that he ceased to exist when you came around. Pete dropped him like a hot potato.
Nick, Goose, was always kind to you. He knew how important you were to Pete. You always did your greetings and got on with it, Pete didn’t have any time to spare. He saw Goose all the time. He hardly saw you.
Goose and Mav grew closest after Carole passed leaving baby Bradley without his mom. Carole developed a rare complication after giving birth to Bradley. She passed when Bradley was nearing his first birthday leaving Nick completely shattered. Pete was convinced Goose would never come back not seeing how he would get through it. Mav stepped up for his other best friend though. He brought Goose out of the hole he was sinking deeper and deeper into. Pete stepped up like you’ve seen him do once before for you when dad died. Bradley stayed with his grandparents while Goose was deployed at Top Gun.
You’d only been at the San Diego naval base as a resident for about a year. You were really starting to find your groove as you entered your 27th year. Slowly putting your roots down, you had made a few friends at the hospital. You enjoyed San Diego. You were always an east coaster, but you were learning to love it. You even went on a few dates in your nonexistent spare time, simply enjoying your time. It was the first time in a while you weren’t actively stressing about exams, you were just stressing about getting the proper training in now. You were lucky though, the surgical team at your hospital was top notch. You were learning from the best of the best. Your attending convinced you to take a surgical residency after your first year of basic residency.
You had just kicked your shoes off after a long day in the emergency room, your least favorite place. But everybody had a few monthly shifts there. Your landline ran, you debated answering it not feeling terribly motivated to get up. Sighing when you gave in just hoping it wasn’t the hospital. You weren’t on call, so you didn’t have your pager around. Begrudgingly you got up hauling your ass over there picking it up on the last ring.
“My favorite sister!” Your brothers voice yelled through the telephone.
“Petey.” You giggled to yourself knowing how much he hated that nickname.
“Really Y/N?” His voice turned sour quick.
“Always.” You grinned leaning back onto the wall, “What’s up little brother?” You also knew how to piss him off. You were born first just by a few minutes, never letting Pete live it down.
“I had good news. I don’t know if I should tell you now.” He audibly huffed.
“Aww Petey, don’t be like that.” You laughed knowing he was likely going to hang up on you.
“I’m hanging up…”
“No, you’re not Pete Mitchell. What’s the news?”
“Thank you.” He paused, you thought he really did hang up, “I’m heading to San Diego. Tonight!”
“What?” Gasping you tried to figure out why. Pete coming to San Diego? It’d been over eight years since the two of you lived close, “You’re being serious?”
“Miramar! 100% serious. We’ll be there in like two hours!” You could feel his giddiness through the phone.
“Wait...” You paused realizing he said Miramar, “Isn’t that Top Gun?” Your mouth fell open slightly. You knew Pete was good but Top Gun was serious, next level.
“The one and only.” You knew he was sitting there with a shit eating grin twirling the telephone cord in his hand, just knew it.
You rolled your eyes. He was lucky you loved him more than anything else in the world, “Okay, spill Pete. How? What? Where? When? And We’ll?”
“Me and Goose!” You heard a faint cheer from the background, “Got invited a few hours ago, we’re waiting on our ride now. All packed up.”
“Say hi to Goose for me.” You laughed. He loved that man. He might’ve loved him more than you. He would scoff at that accusation though. You were his first best friend, always making sure to remind you of it. You were worried you’d lose some of that twin spark you had when you went away, but you still did it. You were so worried he secretly hated you for it. The two of you talked it out and he assured you that was okay. He knew you had to follow your own path as much as he didn’t like it.
“Goose says hi.” He paused. Muffled talking ensued on the other side of the line. He picked back up before continuing, “Wanna meet us at Hard Deck once we get there?”
“That’s late Pete.” You whined seeing that a few hours from now was nine at night. Nine wouldn’t have made you bat an eye eight years ago. But seeing as you had to be back at the Hospital by six, nine sounded like hell.
“9:30, that’s not late Y/N.” You heard Goose laughing on the other side of the line. The little shit always listening in.
“Pete. I have to get up at five.” You deadpanned.
“And we have to be up by six!” He countered.
You groaned knowing it was meet there or have them come here. You knew you wouldn’t be able to escape them if they came here, “Fine. One beer.”
“Yes! Score! She’s in Goose!” He called over to his RIO, “Okay! I’ll call you when I’m at the new place. See you soon!” He hung up before you could respond.
“Fucking brother.” You muttered hanging the phone back on the wall. You just couldn’t say no to Pete.
You walked into the Hard Deck quickly spotting your brother and Nick in their Navy Whites. Slowly, you walked up behind him smiling as you did so. Pete and Goose were very animatedly talking to one another, hands moving and all. You placed your hands over Pete’s face sending them both into defense mode. Pete nearly knocked you backwards before realizing it was you.
“Woah there Petey.” You through your hands up in mock defense after taking a step back stabilizing yourself. Smirking, you antagonized him on.
“Y/N.” He sighed wrapping you into a bear hug, “I know I’ve taught you better than that. We’re going to have to get you back into self-defense classes.”
“Shut up Pete.” You groaned throwing yourself down in the seat next to him. Pete and Nick joining you.
“Y/N.” Nick nodded at you, “Nice to see you again.”
“You too!” You grinned at them both, “I can’t believe you’re here.” You turned back towards your brother.
“Now don’t think so highly of me.” He smirked throwing back some beer.
Rolling your eyes, you did the same. Irritating. So, irritating Pete was, “Shush.” You pushed him lightly. Gosh you really did miss him. You’d never admit it, but you were so excited he’d be here for the next few months, “I knew you’d get into Top Gun. Just never imagined it would be when I was here.”
“Well sis, your wish is my command.” He winked. Shaking your head, you ordered a beer.
“Insufferable as ever.” You earned a laugh from Goose and the side eye from your twin. You saw Pete’s eyes fall to a pretty blond across the bar. He leaned into Goose whispering something earning a dissatisfied groan.
“Sis, I love you. I’m so excited to see you. But we have the next three months to catch up. And I don’t know if I’ll ever see that beautiful woman again.” He winked, ruffled your hair, and disappeared in the crowd. Goose muttered an apology before following him over.
You huffed throwing back another swig of beer. Good old Pete. You should’ve known he’d never change. Just like him to force you out only to ditch you for the first piece of ass he sees come across the bar. You sent her a quick prayer. You watched horrified as half the Naval aviators broke out into song with Pete leading the charge. Your fucking brother.
You ordered another beer, not quite ready to head back home just yet. You watched Goose get caught up in a conversation with some other aviators. Wonderful, the only two people you knew vanished in almost an instant.
“What’s got you so upset?” A voice from your side spoke.
You turned to see a cute blond pilot looking at you curiously, “Oh, nothing. Just a long day.” You turned back to eye your brother, avoiding his gaze.
“Cheers to that.” He grinned holding his beer up. You nodded taking a drink with him, “You work around here?” He asked making light conversation.
“I do, yeah. Down at the Naval base.” You stopped before divulging too much information to the handsome stranger, seeing he was in Navy Whites as well. He had to be a pilot, oozing that overconfidence your brother did.
His entire demeanor perked up in your one sentence, “Are you in the Navy?” He asked, digging lightly.
You nodded, “I am.”
“Curious, I am too.” He laughed at the obviousness of it all, “What do you do?”
“You work for the Navy? I never would have guessed?” You teased eyeing his uniform up and down strategically not answering his question.
“Ha. Ha.” He leaned in a little closer to you, “Name’s Tom. Callsign Iceman. I’m a pilot. And you?”
You sighed knowing the type, relentless. You grew up with one, “Y/N. No callsign. I’m a doctor.”
“I’ll be damned. Beauty and brains.”
You scoffed, “Please tell me you didn’t just say that.”
He put his hands up in defense, “Say what? What are you a doctor of?” He continued trying to keep the conversation light between the two of you.
“I’m a surgical resident.” You smiled to the handsome pilot. You knew not to ever get seriously involved with one, but having fun? Never off limits.
He scratched the back of his neck seemingly unsure of himself, “What’s that mean?”
You didn’t drop your smile, he was a curious one alright, “I graduated medical school and am a doctor. But now I’m in specialized training for the next four years to become a surgeon.”
“Seems intense.” He never broke his gaze with yours.
You shrugged, “I can say the same for you.” You broke the gaze and turned around looking for Pete and Goose. You quickly found Pete staring at you and Iceman. You flipped him off turning your attention back on the blondie. Pete ignored you. You’d ignore him.
Your conversation was cut short when Goose came up from behind you placing his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N! Come on over, Mav wants to talk to you.” You almost jumped out of your skin feeling the contact.
Iceman’s eyes cocked up in surprise, curious on how you knew the two assholes he’d only known for a brief stint, “I’m good.” You failed to shrug his hands off your shoulders. He only tightened down lightly letting you know he wasn’t going anywhere until you left with him.
“Y/N.” Goose tried to pull you lightly.
“Nick, I said I’m good. The idiot left to flirt with the blond girl. Let him.” You shrugged again.
“You heard the doctor.” Iceman chimed in sensing your irritation with the situation.
Goose laughed dropping his hands from your shoulders, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you Y/N.” He grumbled walking back to your twin.
“Sorry about that.” You smiled shyly.
“You know Mav?”
“Unfortunately. He’s my brother. Twin brother.”
He let out a sly grin, “You’re joking.”
“Afraid not.”
“Man, this is too good.” He laughed seeing how pissed off Mav looked across the bar, “You like messing with your brother?”
You perked up, “Oh, do I.”
He nodded, liking you far more than your brother, “Just roll with it.” He winked at Pete knowing how angry it would make him.
Iceman slung an arm around your shoulder after you gave him permission, “Oh boy, he’s on his way already.” Tom chucked pulling your chair closer to him. Not a second later you heard him cough from behind you.
“Hands off, Ice.” The annoying voice of your brother chimed in.
“Fuck off Maverick.” You spat back at him before Iceman could. You hardly ever used your brothers call sign, always feeling weird when you did use it. But it always caused him to pause. You only ever used his call sign when you were pissed.
“Y/N, let’s go.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going home.”
“Go home then. I’m going to stay. I’m sure Ice would drive me if need be.” You shrugged.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Ice looking thoroughly amused at your ability to set him off, “Would you just come?” He asked in frustration.
You sighed apologizing to Iceman. Giving into Pete before he did something he’d regret. So, you got up and followed Pete to the other side of the bar. Sitting at his old spot you looked around annoyed.
“I thought you said we were leaving.” You yawned feeling how tired you were becoming.
“Another beer.” He smiled turning back to Goose.
“Pete.” You frowned. He shrugged getting up about to go take another shot. Nick sighed back into his seat apologizing to you yet again.
“I don’t even know why I come when he asks anymore.” You frowned turning away from Goose. Feeling oddly vulnerable as you shared your frustration with Pete.
“Don’t say that Y/N. I like having you here. He loves having you here.” He gave you a goofy grin. You were sure it was a Nick Bradshaw special.
“Thanks Nick.” You mustered a small smile, he was sweet. Sweet and goofy. The perfect foil to Pete.
“Anytime.” He held his beer up. You clanked beer glasses with him finishing your second beer off.
“How are you?” You asked looking at him sincerely. It’d only been ten months since Carole had passed away. Nick didn’t seem too different, but you knew he couldn’t be the same guy. He lost the love of his life. The mother of his son. And from what Pete told you, he was madly in love with her before he lost her.
He paused seeing the sincerity in your eyes. You Mitchell twins could convey a whole lot through a look. You knew it was from being in survival mode living at your grandparents’ house. A form of silent communication formed between you and Pete. To this day you utilized it.
“I’m okay. Learning how to cope.” Goose admitted shyly.
You nodded slowly, so sad for him, “If you need anything, I’m right down the road. Really, if you need to talk or anything. I know Pete isn’t the easiest to talk to.”
Nick raised an eyebrow laughing, nodding in agreement, “You can say that again. Thanks Y/N. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Alright, I’m ready to go.” Pete huffed standing on the other side of Goose now, the two of you moving closer to chat.
“No dice?” You laughed.
“None tonight.” He frowned putting his jacket back on.
“See you two later.” You laughed having already paid your bill. As you walked back to your car you tripped on nothing, launching you forward. You caught yourself but cursed under your breath. You were a clumsy one, tripping on thin air half the time.
Pete caught Goose looking at you with a certain form of admiration in his eyes. You still weren’t sure how Goose could stand Pete but you sure were glad he did.
“Pete!” You ran down the stairs of his apartment. You needed to talk to him about plans for that day. Pete could never seem to commit to plans with you anymore.
“Hey Y/N.” Nick Bradshaw stood in the kitchen eating a bowl of mac n’ cheese.
You spun around not expecting the voice of Nick Bradshaw, “What are you doing here?”
He gasped lightly feigning hurt by placing his hand on his heart, “Nice to see you too Y/N.”
Shaking your head you responded, “I mean, Pete didn’t say you were here.”
“Mav didn’t say you were here.” He countered shooting you smirk.
You suddenly felt terribly self-conscious in your oversized shirt and barely there shorts. Nobody was supposed to be there. You ignored it best you could, “Besides the point. Where is he?”
Nick shrugged, “Beats me.”
“No help.” You frowned as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“Mav!” He yelled, loudly.
You jumped not expecting that one, “What the hell Nick?”
“I’m trying to help.”
You stood there dumbfounded, “You two are meant for each other. Really.”
He smiled sweetly grabbing another forkful of the mac n’ cheese he was eating, “You aren’t the first person to say that.”
“Take the hint then.”
He let a breathy laugh out, finding that one funny.
“What?” Pete asked sliding into the kitchen
You turned to him, “What’s the plan for today? And what’s he doing here?”
“I can hear you.” Nick rebutted laughing at the table.
“Again, besides the point Nick.” You replied not letting him get the best of you.
“Anyway,” Mav rolled his eyes at the slightly flirty bickering between you and Nick. Truth be told Pete was bit worried about this, Y/N and Goose. It wasn’t like he wanted to stop anything, but he was concerned, Goose was just returning to normal. He didn’t want anything to set him back or for anyone to hurt you. He was worried because he and Goose got along so well. You and Pete were so similar it was only fate the two of you would get along, “I thought we’d go to the Hard Deck.”
You groaned, not thrilled, “I’ll pass.”
Mav looked shocked. Goose cocked an eye. This ought to be good.
“Why not?” He took a defensive stance, arms crossed.
“You’re just going to leave us,” You pointed at Nick, “for the first pretty girl you see.” You spoke calmly to him, somebody had to keep a level head and that certainly wasn’t Pete.
“You’re a big girl. And he’s a big boy. You can figure it out.”
Your mouth dropped slightly, “Why would that be fun for me Pete?” You responded, almost spitting out his name.
“Hard Deck’s always fun! Come on. Don’t be lame,”
You didn’t know if you could frown any further, “Like I said earlier, I’ll pass. Have fun.” You attempted to pass Pete to go back up to the guest room. You stayed there whenever you got too drunk, his apartment always being closer than yours. Pete blocked you each time you tried to go back upstairs.
“What’s your problem?” He groaned in frustration.
“I just don’t want to go to the Hard Deck for the fifth night in a row!” You huffed in just as much frustration.
“Too good for the Hark Deck Y/N?” He asked. You just looked at him quizzically. What had gotten into him? He was being mean to you. You weren’t used to this Pete. He was always tough on you, not downright mean though.
“Would you let me go upstairs?”
“No.”
“Fine.” You turned around swiftly hightailing it out the backdoor. You weren’t sure what your plan was, but you just started walking. You wanted to yell at him. You wanted to fight back but you couldn’t, not in front of Nick. You didn’t even care that you were still in your pajamas, at least you had a bra on.
Not long into you swiftly exiting the house you felt pressure at your elbow, somebody trying to stop you.
“Fuck off Maverick.” You huffed ripping your arm away from him.
“Not Mav.” Nick spoke softly from behind, keeping pace with you easily. His long strides matching your quicker shorter ones.
“Oh,” you sighed softly, “Sorry, Nick. You didn’t need to see all of that.” Flushing with embarrassment you turned away from him quickly.
He sighed running a hand through his hair, “It’s alright, why don’t we just go back?” He gently nudged you back to the house.
You anchored your feet in the ground, fully knowing how childish you were being, “Not until Pete leaves.” Biting the inside of your lip you continued, “I should just go. I need to prep for a few cases anyway.”
He looked at you softly, feeling a bit sorry for you. Pete was a tough human in general, typically he thought about him and himself only. He hadn’t really had to actively think about how his actions impacted you for a long time, for over ten years now you two had went your separate ways. Of course, you were going to lose some of that twin connection you used to have. You never imagined you’d lose all of it. You felt so out of sync with Pete.
“No, don’t go.” He paused contemplating why he didn’t want you to go. He felt terrible at the way Pete was treating you, feeling like it was his fault somehow. He too had seen Pete transform before him. Yes, Pete had always been arrogant, but his ego just grew and grew in the Navy. Nobody really came close to his skill, and he sure knew it, “I mean… don’t let Pete ruin your day Y/N. He’s just being Pete.”
Your lips turned up at the corners slight, “Pete never fails to ruin my day.” You we’re being over dramatic, you knew it, but he was right. You really didn’t want to work anyway, “Maybe I’ll go to the beach instead. Sounds better than work.”
“Okay,” he took a timid step closer towards you, “Need any company?”
You shook your head, “Best you go with Pete. I don’t want to hear about it later.” You gave him a half smile, already growing tired of Pete’s attitude
“I don’t really want to go to the Hard Deck either.” He admitted while rubbing the back of his head nervously.
“Oh.” You weren’t quite sure what to say to him. His look was begging for you to invite him along. He also needed breaks from Mav. He didn’t want to admit yet how much he yearned to know a little bit more about you. Just from his quick interactions he saw how quick-witted and fun you were to be around, pulling both of their legs nearly flawlessly with Ice. You were carefree, just like Pete. Letting the wind blow you in a direction as you went with it. He already wanted to know more. Not feeling this way in a long time. He wasn’t sure he would ever feel genuine interest for a person again after Carol’s passing. Yet here you came barreling in. Just like Maverick.
You too wanted to spend some time with Nick, easily seeing why Pete was attached at the hip with him. The best friend duo was so incredibly different but so eerily similar. They clicked just like you and Nick were doing right now. You always wanted to respect Pete and his boundaries, but Nick was unique, you couldn’t shake him. So, you did what you did best… silent cues. Nodding your head, you pointed towards the path that led to the beach.
“I’m going to let Mav know we’re going to the beach. He’s free to do whatever.” Nick threw you a carefree smile, “I’ll meet you down there?”
“Sure.” You nodded. Pete was going to skin you alive. But you really did want him to come along with you. He was the one person who knew Pete just as well as you, maybe more than you. You wanted to figure out why Pete was being such a dick but to also understand Nick some more, officially intrigued with the man.
You tried your best to remain calm when Pete was being an asshole. Knowing he just wasn’t thinking straight but it was awfully difficult trying not to snap back at him. You missed your old banter with him, it wasn’t mean and heartless like it’s been the last few times you’ve been around him.
You walked slowly, hoping Nick would catch back up to you on the way. Unfortunately, he did not. You were sure he and Pete were probably going at it right now. Sighing you spotted a bench by the path, gingerly walking towards it. You certainly weren’t looking forward to the argument that was going to come from this afternoon.
Sitting on the bench closest to the path you waited for Nick. Just staring at the water before you. Why was Pete being such an asshole to you lately? What did he have to gain from doing so? He practically begged you and guided your life choices in the military for him. And this is how he treated you?
Pete always cared about Pete. But Pete also cared about you. He had always cared so deeply about you and your feelings. But that seemed absent right now. You didn’t expect the two of you to pick up right where you left off, but you certainly didn’t expect to be treated as if your feelings didn’t matter. Maybe you two were spending too much time together too soon. Maybe you just grew apart. You prayed it wasn’t the latter.
Closing your eyes, you listened to the rough waves crashing against the shore sending the salty sea air in your direction. You loved it here, really loved it here. The lull of waves always seemed to calm you down.
Feeling a soft squeeze on your shoulder you opened your eyes slowly seeing Nick sitting next to you, “All good?” You enquired curiously, referring to the conversation to your brother and him.
“Oh yeah, I’m more than good.” He grinned, “And you?” He replied ignoring your actual question regarding him and Mav.
Your shoulders deflated when you leaned forward, “I’m fine.”
He let off a breathy chuckle obviously not buying your bullshit, “I know I don’t know you like Mav, but I do know that’s a lie.”
You blinked slowly, gathering your thoughts, “Has he been so inconsiderate the entire time you’ve known him?”
Nick paused thinking hard before continuing, “He’s changed a bit. Hardened up. But I haven’t known him the entire time he’s been in the Navy, just the last few years.”
You nodded leaning back into the bench, “Thanks for coming.”
“You saved me. I love Pete but I normally get to go home to Bradley when we aren’t at Top Gun. He’s a lot cuter than Mav and doesn’t talk back nearly as much, yet.” You smiled brightly. Nick had a way of doing that for you, making you smile when all you wanted to do was cry.
Seeing you smile made Nick feel somewhat successful. He didn’t know you at all, but you seemed sad, not at all the way Maverick described you. Nick genuinely wanted to see the real you, the one that Mav never shuts up about.
“I can attest, baby Bradley is much cuter than grown ass Pete.” You giggled.
Nodding Nick continued, changing the subject back to Pete knowing you needed to talk about it, “It really is nice to have you here. Seems like you’re the only one who can even come close to challenging him.” He didn’t take his eyes off you, couldn’t take his eyes off you.
Nick took you in fully as you closed your eyes basking in the last of the sunlight. You really were pretty. Yes, Pete had pictures with you but most of them were in your adolescence, not many were taken recently. You didn’t look like him, you were you. So unbelievably pretty. He knew he needed to snap the hell out of it, but he was afraid he couldn’t.
“Well, I’m failing miserably.” You sighed turning your head towards him noticing just how cute he really was. You were convinced he was the only man that could get away with the moustache, it looked so damn fine on him. You too needed to stop having these thoughts about your brother’s best friend. Pete would be beside himself if the two of you got together.
Nick shook his head side to side, “Hardly. I haven’t seen him this agitated since the Admiral came down on him a few years back.” He sat back smiling fondly from the memory. It wasn’t often that Pete got nervous but having a 3-star admiral chewing you out? Yeah, that made him nervous.
“Good,” You let out a frustrated sigh, “he deserves it, he’s an ass.”
“While I agree, you probably should talk it out.”
“Nick Bradshaw, are you sure you’re a RIO? You’re acting a bit like a therapist would.”
He suppressed the smile he so desperately wanted to show you, not the right time, “I’m being serious Y/N Mitchell.”
“I’ll talk to him when he comes to me.”
“God, you two really are the same person.” He groaned after observing the similarities between you two. So stubborn. He had a feeling you weren’t going to give in. Maybe Pete would, if he was in the right headspace but not you.
“I think I’m offended by that.”
“Don’t be.” He chuckled scootching closer to you. He couldn’t help being so drawn in by you. What freaked him out the most was just how quickly he had become interested in you. The two of you had only spent about five hours over the last few days together. But he knew, he knew just how fast he could fall for you.
“Alright, fine.” You sighed yet again. Pete really would be the death of you.
“Seriously though. Talking this one out with him might really help.” Nick genuinely wanted to help the two of you. He didn’t like walking on eggshells just as much as you.
“I already said alright. Don’t push your luck Bradshaw.”
“Yes ma’am.” He dropped his head in mock shame, knowing you’d find it amusing.
And you did find it amusing. You noticed just how animated of a person Nick was. Not afraid to show what he was thinking right on his face.
With a breath of courage, you grabbed one of his hands in yours as you too scootched closer to him, thighs almost touching now, “How are you, Nick? Really?” Fuck it. You decided to throw caution to the wind. If you could build a dream man he was it, sitting right here waiting on you to make a move. He was so sweet and hilariously dorky. You saw how much he adored Bradley, making your heart skip a beat every time he talked about him. You weren’t sure how Pete had managed to trick him into becoming his best friend but you sure were thankful.
You looked at him with almost pleading eyes, begging for him to open up to you, “I’m uh…” He took a breath looking away from you, “I’m surviving. It’s a lot. Too much. Never in a million years would I have expected to do this alone.” He gave you a sad smile turning back to you.
“Well, you’re not alone. I know that. You’ve got Pete… and me” You whispered.
He nodded, “I know. And I’m so grateful. But I’m still alone. I miss her like crazy.” You saw the pool of tears well up. Not hesitating to comfort him you pulled him into a side hug.
“I can’t imagine Nick.”
“It’s just Bradley has to grow up without his mother. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He looked down, defeated. Carole ran the show and he knew it. She was his rock, and he was beginning to float away without her.
Squeezing his side, you tried your best to comfort him. You didn’t know what to say that would help him. You were far too out of your own depth to comprehend it all, “You don’t know that. You could fall in love tomorrow with a pretty Navy girl. You don’t have to know everything either. That’s what me, Pete and your family is there for. We’re all here for you Nick.”
He leaned into you, feeling the same pull that you had earlier. Your words comforted him, immensely. He had yet to get it all off his chest. Yes, he’d been to a few mandated therapy sessions from command, but they didn’t help at all. Mental health wasn’t a thing in the military, “Thank you.”
Closing your eyes, you took everything in. To any passerby you two probably looked like an adorable couple snuggling up and basking in the last rays of sunshine. You wouldn’t have minded if that were the case. You realized you needed to relax. You were there to comfort each other, not jump his bones, “Anytime Nick.”
“It’s nice to hear my name again.” He mumbled lazily into your hair. He was enjoying this all too much. Why’d you have to be so damn sweet? So adorable? Why’d you have to be Mav’s sister? Why did Mav’s sister have to be so damn beautiful? All questions he wished he knew the answers too.
Laughing softly before replying, “It feels weird calling people by their call sign.”
He pulled back from you abruptly. Forcing yourself to bite the frown away you looked at him, “Please don’t use it. I mean it. It feels so nice to hear my actual name.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal Lieutenant Bradshaw.”
“You make that sound better than the admiral.” He sheepishly admitted. Was he flirting with you?
“I better.” You laughed.
“Certainly.” He stood from his spot offering you his hand, “C’mon, let’s go for a walk.”
“If you insist.” You happily obliged but had to give the illusion of annoyance, it was in your blood. Taking his hand he pulled you up to him, harder than you anticipated. Accidentally stumbling into him he took the opportunity to grab your waist so you wouldn’t run knock him over.
Cheeks flushed you hurriedly looked away from him, “Sorry about that.”
He chuckled seeing your reaction. Feeling slightly guilty over just how much you enjoyed his hands around your waist you turned away. How awkward were you?
Pete was really not going to be happy with you.
Nick didn’t drop your hand in all the commotion. He decided to pull you along, hopefully getting you to feel less embarrassed as the two of you started walking. He thought it was downright adorable how clumsy you were. If you weren’t tripping over someone, you’d be tripped by something, inevitably. He didn’t want to admit how much he enjoyed you stumbling into him, “Don’t worry about it. You’re not as coordinated as the average bird, it’s okay.”
“You noticed?” You giggled softly, feeling comfortable around him as the two of you strolled along the water. Walking slow the both of you were enjoying each other’s company.
“It’s hard not to Y/N.”
“Pete always makes fun of me for it. It’s not my fault I have two left feet! He stole all of the coordination in the womb.” You grumbled.
He laughed, a full hearty laugh. Enjoying your response, “It’s cute.” Shit, he let it slip. Too late to go back now. Not that he wanted to. He already thought so highly of you. A cute, sweet doctor? Pete’s sister to boot? How could it get better than that. He knew Mav would be rather mad at him at first, but he also knew Pete could grow to love the two of you.
“Thanks Nick.” You decided to look to him. Not hiding your cherry red cheeks. You couldn’t hide how he made you react.
“Question for you.”
“Shoot.” You replied, looking up to him.
“What’s your favorite type of food?”
“Why do you ask?” You deflected.
Shaking his head with a small smile on his face he retorted, “Why are you always so defensive?”
“Am not!”
“Are so.” He was laughing now enjoying how easily he got under your skin.
Crinkling your nose at him you refused to respond, giving him the cold shoulder as you walked ahead. It wasn’t often that somebody got the best of you. You weren’t exactly prepared to be bested like that.
“Y/N.” Nick grabbed only your elbow again. You had a mental battle with yourself. It’s not like you could outpace him and he certainly wasn’t going to give it up.
Sighing to yourself you decided to answer, “I like Mexican food.”
“Now was that so hard?” He bit his lower lip while he smiled at you.
Narrowing your eyes in on him you thought hard about your answer, “Yes, it was very difficult Nick.”
“And here I thought Maverick was the most stubborn person in the world.”
Rolling your eyes you continued, ignoring his comment, “Why do you want to know anyway?”
He grinned stopping you in your tracks, “So I can ask you out on a date.”
“What? Me? Pete will kill you!” You gave him a bug-eyed look.
He shrugged, “He’ll get over it.”
“This is Pete we’re talking about.”
“I know how to handle him.” He squeezed your hand anxiously waiting on your actual answer. He decided right then and there that he wouldn’t give up even if you rejected him.
“You really want to go out with me?”
Nodding his head he answered you, “I’d love to.”
“I’m kind of the worst person to date.” You sighed softly trying to deter him. You were so good at that. If it wasn’t Pete sabotaging your love life it was you instead.
He cocked his head slightly, curious as to why you would think that, “And why’s that?”
“I don’t have anything to give.” You looked away wanting to take it back. You wanted to go on a date with him, “My life revolves around the hospital.”
He shrugged again, “I don’t mind.”
“You say that. But when I get called in every night for a week straight you might not think the same.”
“Y/N,” He waited for you to look back to him, “I really don’t mind. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too. There’s something here.”
You nodded looking everywhere but his face, “I didn’t say I didn’t.” Replying quietly, you finally made the eye contact he was looking for.
Softly smiling, “There’s that Mitchell attitude I love.” He took a small step closer to you looking back and forth between your eyes and mouth.
Your breathing became slightly erratic as your heart raced. You could smell the cologne wafting off him, “Yeah?” You mimicked him, taking a step closer.
“Oh yeah, so what do you say Y/N Mitchell?”
“I say, let’s do it Nick Bradshaw.” You felt his body heat radiating off him, sure he could hear your racing heart.
You could’ve melted right then and there when he smiled down at you, “I’m going to kiss you, if that’s alright.”
Nodding your head eagerly you replied, “That’s more than alright Lieutenant.”
(A/N:) Okay before people come after me Goose/Carole is my ultimate Top Gun ship. But I just adore Goose and I HAD to write something. Though this one got really angsty! So if this does any good, I will write a fluffy one. If it doesn’t do all that well I most likely still will cause this one hurt! So to all my fellow Goose fangirls my apologies for the feels! ~Countess
After a couple years of being engaged, Y/n and Nick Bradshaw were finally getting married. Even though the proposal had taken place years before the wedding, there was one more thing Nick had to say "I do" to on the day-of :)
a/n: sorry again for being so inactive!! this was a request and so is dedicated to @fandomstanner24 who requested it. I really hope y'all enjoy it, (stop reading this a/n if u dont wanna know what the surprise is, keep reading if u do) and if you want to know what y/n asks goose at the end/what the surprise was it's that she's preggers again :,).
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Opening her eyes, Y/n registered that today was different. She wasn’t waking up by her fiancé’s side. She was not, however, alone in her hotel bed. Her best friend, Penny, was waking up next to her, eyes sparkling while she was thinking about the day ahead. She shot up like a spring and shook y/n fully awake.
“Come on, y/n/n, we have to get you ready!”, Penny said.
“We can stay here for like, 5 more minutes, you know? We’re supposed to be up at 7 and its like, 6:30.”, replied y/n.
“Why am I more excited about this wedding than you are? Are you getting cold feet?”, asked Penny with mock concern. She grabbed her best friend and looked her in the eyes.
“If you want to ditch, I can be your getaway driver”, said Penny. And although it was a joke, somewhere in the back of her eyes, y/n knew Penny was more than willing to run away with her.
But y/n didn’t want that. Although she was nervous, she wanted to marry Nick Bradshaw more than anything she had ever wanted in this lifetime.
“Shut up, Penny! I promise we’ll still be as close as we are now, if that’s what you’re worried about.”, replied y/n smiling and sitting up.
Penny smiled and gave her best friend a hug, whispering in her ear that she loved her.
Neither of the expected to cry until the wedding itself, but on days like these emotions are running high. So, at 6:35 am, they were crying in each others arms.
They had been through everything together, and Penny could not be happier that her best friend was finally getting married to Goose. She knew they were soulmates, and she wasn’t worried about her friendship with Y/n because they were more than friends, they were sisters and twin flames. And nothing could ever take that away from them.
Both women got up and went downstairs for an early breakfast alone. They knew that this was probably one of the last moments they’d get to be alone together considering the day, so they enjoyed every last bit. The rest of the bridal party was supposed to get up at 7:00 like they had planned but quiet downtime was much appreciated. When they were done, they got to relax for a while up in their room.
“I’m nervous, Penny. I have to call my parents and ask about Bradley. I miss him a lot and I want to know if he’s ok.”, said y/n, already dialing her parents’ house phone number into the hotel’s.
“Honey, I get it, getting married is big and nerve wracking. But I’m sure Bradley is perfectly fine! In fact, I bet he’s still asleep”, says Penny.
“Hi mom! Sorry for calling so early, I just wanna know how Bradley is.,” said y/n.
“He’s doing great princess. He just woke up, actually, do you wanna say hi?”, said y/n’s mom through the phone.
“Yes!”, exclaimed the bride-to-be.
“Hi mommy!”, said Bradley.
“Hi, honey. Have you had fun with your grandparents?” Asked y/n.
“Yes! We played with my toys and then we…”
Bradley proceeded to tell his mom about the time they’d been apart. Truthfully, he sounded like a big kid, despite only having turned 4 years old. It made y/n tear up a little bit, and it also brought back memories of when he was born. Nick had proposed to her only a couple weeks before they found out she was pregnant, and when they found out they figured they would rather focus all their energy into the baby and making sure y/n had the best pregnancy possible than to split the efforts between that and the wedding. That’s why it had been pretty much 5 years and they hadn’t gotten married yet.
But it was finally the day and they couldn’t be more excited.
Neither of the women knew, but Maverick and Goose were both asleep in their own hotel room, snoring the morning away. Nick woke up before his best friend, appreciating a second alone before Pete woke up.
He sat with his feet on the floor, breathing in and out slowly and feeling the morning chill in the dark room. He drew the curtains slowly and stood right next to the window, observing the streets below. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Everything was still for a fleeting moment, until he felt Maverick’s hand on his back.
“Ready, Goose?”, asked maverick.
“I’ve been ready this whole time,” answered Goose, with a smile on his face.
By 11:00, the bridal party was out of the hotel and at the venue: a beautiful botanical garden with a seaside view. The group consisted of Y/n, Penny who was the maid of honor, 3 other bridesmaids, Y/n’s mother, and the makeup and hair stylists. There was also the photographer who was doing her best to capture every moment that they would want to remember in 10, 20, 30… years time.
Bradley was in neither party, being carried around the venue back and forth between the guys and the women, but he was happy to be the center of attention wherever he went.
The day seemed to be both passing as quickly as water might slip through one’s fingers and as slow as a snail. One might say that 11:00 was early to get to the venue, but with weddings one can never be too early. By 2:00, almost everything was in order, and everyone was having lunch. The wedding planner was running around, trying to get every last detail right. She was making sure not one flower was out of place, that the band were where they had to be, that the sound system was in order and everything in between.
There was one more surprise that y/n and her best friend had to finish working out. One that not even Penny knew until a few hours before they came to the venue, but the reveal would have to wait until after the ceremony itself.
The guests were arriving at 3:00 and everything was exactly on schedule, with the wedding supposed to start at 3:30. Even though Y/n and her fiancé weren’t exactly the most traditional couple, they had been told by his mother to set the ceremony on the half hour mark, because that way their wedding would begin on the upswing as the minute hand on the clock was going up as well.
30 minutes later and everything was right where it needed to be. Y/n was still in the parlor, touching up her lipstick when her dad walked through the door. The room was silent, but there was a lot of love filling in the blanks that the quiet left open.
The man smiled at her daughter who always looked like a princess, but even more so in her gown. She looked like more than a princess, like an angel, he thought. She was perfect and he began to cry even before the ceremony started. Behind him was her mother, who shared her husband’s thoughts. She was getting teary eyed as well and both of them practically ran up to their beautiful daughter and hugged her tight.
Y/n wanted both of her parents to walk her down the aisle, she wanted to feel both of them next to her. The trio cried a little bit, but then y/n opened her trembling lips.
“Ok, we really have to stop crying. I can’t even imagine how bad it’s gonna get during the actual ceremony,” she laughed.
“Oh honey, we love you so much,” said her mother, as both parents kissed their daughter’s cheek.
“We better get going,” said her dad, as he heard the guests quieting down when the piano began.
“I know. But I have one more thing to tell you both…”
The ceremony began with Rooster and Maverick walking down the aisle together, the biggest smiles on both their faces. Then came the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, arms linked. Then came Penny, already tearing up and sniffling her way down. Even so, she had a smile on her face that could light up a room.
Little Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (because yes, his father and uncle had already come up with a call sign for him) was walking down the aisle right before the flower girl with the rings for his parents. Everyone looked at him with endeared looks on their faces, because no one could resist “aweing” at a child as cute as him. He proudly walked down that aisle, with a smile on his face and his tiny chest puffed out.
It was a mystery to the guests why the bride and her parents already seemed to have cried as they walked down the aisle, and a lot. But, the bride looked beautiful and not one eye was dry.
Though it was supposed to be Mr. and (almost) Mrs. Bradshaw’s day, Bradshaw Jr. stole the show with his complete awe and admiration towards his mother. He stood there with his little jaw hanging wide open, and everyone laughed. But when everyone was looking at him, Nick only had eyes for Y/n. She was sparkling, gleaming, floating down that aisle. She was an angel come down from heaven. She was perfect, even when se cried she was flawless and he couldn’t help but cry as soon as he saw her.
The wedding continued and then the vows came. And finally, the I dos.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may-” and the officiator was cut off, because Nick was already dipping his bride to kiss her.
Everyone cheered and the celebration began.
One of the reasons they had decided to get married in the afternoon was so they could have the best lighting for pictures: golden hour. The photographer had spent all day trying to find the perfect spot for pictures because the goal was to capture both the plants and the beach in the background. The gardens were full of life, breathing and the plants were letting the sun bathe them in what looked like molten gold. The pictures began with only the couple in the frame, then with their son, and their parents and friends, etc. After about 30 minutes, they had gotten enough pictures to remember the day by, and everyone was going toward the large tent where the dance floor was and their tables, too.
“Alright, one more picture,” said the photographer. This time, it was just the newlyweds in the frame like they started.
“Ok, I want you to face away from each other and I’ll let you know when you can turn around. That way we can get a picture where everything looks dynamic and lively. These kinds of shots are great to make the pictures look like they’re almost moving,” instructed the photographer, winking at the bride.
Y/n was smiling so wide that it was hard to hide from her husband, but she knew holding back would be worth it for the surprise she’d been planning all day.
Once Nick was facing away from his wife, y/n got down on one knee, carefully arranging her dress so it would get caught beneath her. Penny came running to hand her the supplied necessary for the surprise and then ran away as quickly as she came back.
“You can turn around now,” said the photographer.
Goose looked down in confusion at his wife.
“Didn’t we already do this, love?” he asked.
“Nick Bradshaw, will you honor me by being the most wonderful father in the universe one more time?”, asked y/n, the biggest smile on her face and handing him a positive pregnancy test and a baby onesie.
The photographer was clicking away on the camera and all of their family and friends were already gathering around, cheering.
“Of course I will, I do!”, he exclaimed, picking his wife up and kissing her. His face was filled with pure love and admiration, the feeling of pure excitement filling him as he imagined his growing family. Bradley came up to his parents, having to be explained that he would be a big brother in about 9 months :)
And If She Grabs For Your Hand And Drags You Along She Might Want A Kiss —
pairing [s] : nick ‘goose’ bradshaw x fem!reader
warning [s] : mentions of : kissing | goose does not die in this he's alive (I'm delusional) | this is shoer and I dont know how to write anything because its late
a/n [s] : requests are open! for dal <3 @daltopia
The sand and sun is warm against your skin as you set down everything you need for the beach. Your fourteen year old Bradley is carrying most of the weight, hoping to help his mother. He has a gentle sprout of a mustache on his upper lip, and a good build of muscle from being in football from ages four to fourteen. “Mom! Is Dad coming today?” Bradley asks you while running up behind to take the chair off your back. “Umm, he should be. I called him before we left so we'll see.”
Bradley was raised very well and respectful as he tells you to sit down as he puts up the tent and chairs for you. You smile at him before pinching his side and telling him to go play in the water. “Nah, Mom. I'm gonna tan for a bit then play football. The guys are coming here around like, 12.” Bradley is setting up a small towel and his insulated water bottle next to him and lays on his back. Bradley looked like his father from the tip of his hair, to the bottom of his toe: was Goose.
His long legs sprouted early, pushing him up to 5'10, then at 6’1 he traveled around like he owned the world. You're reading a book while you attempt to relax through sounds of screaming children and drunk adults at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Soon, you begin to space out while reading, passing a few pages without realization.
Suddenly, tickles of kisses and hands against your thighs were Nick. The tickling of his mustache is prominent as he whispers out your name and runs against your side. You lean your head back against his shoulder and his arms wrap around your body with a gentle tug and a squeeze. “Nick! It tickles!” You say as he rubs his head against yours.
One thing you loved about Nick was his love for PDA. It didn't matter when, unless around important people, he was loving and kissing on his beautiful wife. Bradley groans at the sight of his parents practically making out behind your book. “GET A ROOM!” He shouts as he runs to the splashing water and kicking his feet.
You pull away with a quick laugh and stare at your blond husband. With a blue Hawaiian shirt on, a bare torso, and his tiny swimsuit to match with the blue. “How was work today?” You ask and play with your ring that's clad on his ring finger. You are sure if he took the ring off, the skin underneath would burn your eyes from whiteness. “Gooood! Mav almost got grounded, again.” Goose says as he lays back against the sand. His Ray-Bans are on the lower part of his nose while he throws a ball in the air.
“He always does. I'm glad your day was good. Bradley was talking to this cute girl today, I'm excited for him.” You gossip and Nick sits up and laughs. You're messing with his hair that's longer upon the top, twirling a couple pieces around.
“I missed you,” Goose says. Your hands fall underneath his ears and you kiss his lips softly. His mustache tickles your upper lip as he deepens it.
“Later, love.” You giggle and he chases after your lips jokingly. “Swear, honey. Tonight I'll give you something extra special, okay?”
Mark Greene from ER it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you though there are no sexual urges or desires. You come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard
mark slowly realizing he's unintentionally agreed to do couples counseling instead of just mediating a simple workplace dispute is everything to me lmao
