Iâd like to do a ship Request for Top Gun(1986).
Alright so my name is Amy. Iâm almost 25 and stand about 5â5 even. I love to bake and cook and read or just watch child movies or cartoons. I love shopping and supporting my family and helping when I can wether itâs giving blood or helping a neighbor. I love to be goofy but I have serious moments because I am a super sensitive person. I love to just have fun and Iâve played sports especially volleyball.
I am Female and go by She/Her/They pronouns but mostly she/her.
Iâm Bi with a preference towards men
Iâm a bit more on the curvy side then most girls with long curly hair thatâs dirty blonde. Iâm fair skinned with perfect eyebrows and hazel-green eyes. Despite being big I do work out!
Hobbies are singing, baking, cooking, reading and sewing. I also have a passion for swimming and like to skate!
Unfortunately, giving my familyâs history, I have a Irish Temper and Iâm quick to angry but Iâm also overly emotional and will cry for no reason or over something trivial. I am also as hardheaded as an ass which I get form both parents. I was diagnosed with ADHD at a young age so unfortunately my brain doesnât function so itâs hard for me to stay focused!
Growing up with two loving parents and a slew of family close by, Iâve learned to become loyal to a fault. Iâll always have your back and support you as long as you do the same. Despite my ADHD I love to learn and read. Iâm somewhat musically gifted and I have a passion for baking and cooking as it lets me explore from what I know. If you really care about me, Iâll give you the same treatment in return. Doing your laundry(my parents mostly), offering advice and listening, just overall being there!
Iâm mostly a pretty fun girl whose got a big heart and loves to have fun. I love kids too so sometimes Iâm motherly to my cousins kids. I am the extrovert who collects introverts because I love to talk. Iâm a people talker which can sometimes be a bad thing but mostly good!
My star Sign is Aquarius!
NSFW can be included!(im 25 on the 23 of this month)
Iâd prefer to keep like all the older instructors and such off the list. Sundown and Chipper like background characters who donât have as many lines. Iâd also like to avoid Cougar and Merlin! I hope this helps! Canât wait to see!
Hi Amy! Happy Birthday for when itâs the 23rd! Thank you for popping into my inbox and trusting me with a ship! I hope you enjoy it!
I ship you withâŠ
Goose
I almost shipped you with Carol because sheâs so fun-loving but I kept leaning back towards Goose to the point where I was basically the mental human version of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
But youâre totally Carolsâ bestie! Perhaps sheâs the one that set you and Goose up? (sorry Carol/Goose shippers!)
Goose definitely has a thing for blonde-hair, green/hazel-eyed babes! He honestly thinks he doesnât stand a chance with you. Youâre so gorgeous and have all the curves in all the right places. Your golden curls and gorgeous hazel-coloured eyes that are shaped by your eyebrows. Literal picture perfect. Can he have your picture pinned in the cockpit?
You and her totally go shopping together and you chat about Goose non-stop.
This is fine by Goose because he doesnât like going shopping. However, he does love it when you come home all excited to show him what you bought! Especially if itâs clothes. Heâd want a runway session!
And if itâs lingerie⊠Hehe
It must look a bit weird, you being on the curvier side and Goose being a literal stick figure (hurry and do some sugary baking. Fatten this man up at once!)
But he loves your curves. Itâs a literal turn-on for him.
Guarantee, from an outsiders perspective who didnât realise you two are a couple, he straight up looks like a fucking sleazebag checking you out from the aisle over. The cheesy moustache, Hawaiian shirt and holding a box of lego probably isnât helping.
However, if you really want him to go shopping with you⊠lure him with the promise of ice-cream.
âCan I get two scoops?â heâll ask like a child, holding up two fingers, soft puppy-dog eyes glancing at you. How can you say no to him?
You WILL lose him in the store. But you can be guaranteed youâll find him in the toy department looking at plane models.
Will he look at, holding a box of a model plane close to his chest and beg you? âCan we buy this? Please?â
Yes. Yes he will.
Be careful though, heâll definitely use this soft look against you to get what he wants! Heâs just as cheeky as you are!
The fact you play volleyball makes up for all the times youâve dragged him out to a spontaneous shopping spree. He loves volleyball and loves playing with you! Itâs the best way to spend the summertime! A mixed round down at the beach of Girls Vs Boys and then mixed doubles (you and Goose, Mav and Carol [who arenât dating but just friends]).
Followed by drinks at the bar.
Which leads into Goose at the piano. You by Gooseâs side, loudly singing and Carol and Maverick joining in.
Goose is at his happiest during these times.
But you both have your serious moments.
Late evening talks. Sitting on the couch.
Goose is comfortable opening up about whatâs on his mind. You both talk the problem out. If it doesnât get sorted (perhaps because thereâs no solution to whatâs weighing on him) at least he came to you.
You both have such an open and honest relationship.
You never go to bed on an argument. Youâre too soft for that and Goose doesnât like seeing you breakdown.
No way is he going to let you fall asleep having cried your eyes out.
Heâll be the first to apologise. He has no issue with that. Even if he doesnât know what heâs apologising for. He just doesnât want to go to bed without saying âI love youâ and being able to hold you.
Goose is a huge family man. Heâs always wanted a family of his own. So heâd definitely be there helping your family too. Whenever he can. Heâs pretty absent most of the time but even after months of deployment that has him exhausted and tired, heâs still there helping your family.
Speaking of family, you both have such beautiful babies with cheeky personalities. They test the boundaries of whatâs good behaviour, but theyâre generally good kids. Always have a way of making everyone smile. So good luck figuring out which side they get that from!
Heâs a very hands-on significant other. Heâs always helping around the house without asking and trying to make things easier for you. Including following your ADHD trail of unfinished things which he finishes while youâve started three other new things.
Thereâs more radio on in the house than the TV. Itâs a very musical house.
Between Goose teaching the children piano or you just singing and humming away while youâre doing things around the house.
Gooseâs favourite moments are watching you, particularly the first time you were pregnant, bopping a little in time with the song you were singing, while you were baking some cookies. You didnât know he was watching.
Until he came in, dancing and singing, joining in the fun.
So there you two are, two parents-to-be, being silly and goofy in your own home.
But this is where Goose came in to do the dishes so you can sit down and relax.
He kept an eye on the baking because he knew youâd fall asleep on the couch. Pregnancy is tiring after all.
He loves it when you bake and cook. He cooks too! Itâs not the stereotypical 50âs housewife scenario. Okay..admittedly it is. But thatâs how things naturally fell into place. You do insist on baking and cooking because you enjoy it. But he does love it.
For some reason the house always smells better when youâre baking.
Luckily for Goose, he doesnât need to worry about putting weight on because he regularly works out. Sometimes high intensity with Maverick. Other times, just a general workout with you. He loves it though. Gets to watch you work-out.
Remember when I said he looked like a total creep in the store?
YeahâŠwellâŠthe gym too.
Also expect both Goose and Maverick to come to you to get their patches sewn on their jackets. Or to have it safely removed (guarantee they wouldâve just pulled it off and made it worse).
You both frolicking at the beach in the summertime. I can see you both getting into snorkelling while on holiday. You both were kind of just âmehâ about it but once you did it, you loved it. Especially when Goose would randomly pick something up and point to it like a proud child of âlook at this!â
But also keep an eye on him underwater too. Heâs not the smartest to know whatâs considered poisonous or dangerous. He just sees a cool-looking thing that looks like a plane and has to show you.
Skating dates. Or, rather⊠youâre off skating around the area while Goose is in a egotistical competitive match of Volleyball of him and Maverick Vs Iceman and Slider.
I know Ice-skating is different but you teaching him to skate on the IceâŠ.
He never feels silly. Heâs always up to trying everything and anything with you.
Like I said, you are both open with each other. About everything.
Goose is very calmâŠhe shows this during all the times he couldâve torn a new one into Maverick but didnât (instead, he calmly came to him and spoke to him about a problem) so your irish temper, whilst a thing to behold, is something Goose has learnt to navigate. Heâll either step back and leave you alone, or heâll place a hand on your shoulder and use the safe word âPotatoes.â
Yes, you two have a safe word for your irish temper (sue me, it was funny in my head).
When youâre getting a little too angry, that little gesture and random word silently says âCalm down. Take a deep breath. Letâs work it out.â âŠ. Most especially if youâre in public.
But there have been times when youâve not listened so Goose is just âPotatoes! Think about the potatoes honey!â
Your over-sensitive heart is one of the things Goose has fallen for. It always makes him laugh a little when you cry over the silliest things (but heâs not laughing at you). Heâs always there with a hug and a light âAwh honey.â
But your over-sensitive heart is one of the things Goose is extremely protective of. When Maverick gets too cocky and too risky in the air because, lets be real, he is slightly egotistical⊠Goose went to him that evening, once he made sure you were settled at home, and spoke to Maverick. He has you and a possible future family to think about.
Your hard-headedness is great because, as mentioned or likely hinted at, Goose needs to be reigned in with a few things (ie, buying toys he doesnât need).
Now Goose is generally a placid being. But when he puts his foot down, you actually stop and listen. Because itâs not often he does this â and tends to do it when youâre being too hot-headed.
Also prepare to be annoyed with him throwing paper planes at you. Imagine youâre in the kitchen or just reading, minding your own business and you suddenly get jabbed by the nose of a paper airplane. You canât be mad though because sometimes theyâll have a little love-note on them.
He would propose to you on the beach; which I see going 1 of 2 ways;
Either during the day where you were under the assumption that it was another beach volleyball so it didnât bother you people were there. And he proposed to you in front of everyone.
Or heâd keep it just between the two of you and propose to you in the late evening when the sun was setting, the sky a soft pink, the water very gently lapping against the shoreline.
NSFW:
Do you know how hot you look if you were lounging on the bed, in lingerie or just sexy-looking pyjamas (that are specifically sexy but to Goose they are) and reading some sort of plane manual or something. You love to read and learn new things, and this was one of those things. Understanding Gooseâs jobâŠ
Except you look sexy doing it.
Picture this; you two at the beachâŠin the oceanâŠYour legs wrapped around his waist. Him holding you to him. The rest of the Top Gun guys have their attention on the volleyball match thatâs going on at the shore.
Meanwhile Gooseâs attention is on you. And IN you.
You do a lot of cooking and baking in the kitchenâŠprepare for Goose to interrupt that as he sits you up on the bench or has you pressed over the bench.
If he knows Maverick is coming over for dinner, always tries to steal a quickie right before heâs due to arrive. Has you pressed up against the wall, dress lifted upâŠ
But despite these many quickies⊠heâs still a gentle lover.
Worships your body.
Takes his time. Peppers kisses anywhere he can reach.
One thing he always does is when he lines himself up at your entrance, youâre both gazing at each other and he wants to see your expression. Never gets tired of it.
Loves having your blonde curls splayed over the pillow.
But also loves watching them bounce up and down (amongst many other things) when youâre straddling on top of him.
The definition of sexy is what heâs seeing right before his eyes; his beautiful, blonde-haired, hazel-eyed woman with the perfect lips, the perfect curvesâŠhow he doesnât fall apart immediately is beyond him.
Heâs got his hands on your hips, bouncing you, but when youâre leaning down, one hand is definitely in the curls of your hair. Gently gripping as he angles your face to either kiss him or give him easier access to your neck.
You have a beautiful voice when youâre singing, but an even more beautiful voice when youâre moaning.
authorâs note â im so not creative with the names and the chats but i just thought it would be funny cause crack is my thing i love crack fics sm haha âžâž
âAnthony, darling, remind me again, your sister Amelia has how many children, and which one is graduating in the upcoming year? I swear trying to keep track of your nieces and nephews is as confusing as trying to remember my cousins birthdays.â Amy Walker, Anthonyâs wife, not to be confused with his sister(also called Amy) asked her husband as she seems to try and arrange a vase of flowers she recently bought at a farmerâs market for their kitchen counter.
âMy sister-in-law my dear, but I have two nieces and two nephews from her, the one graduating is Dani. Sheâs getting herâŠâ Anthony paused. How many was this? âHer fourth doctorate.â
âFour!? What do you even gift someone for going for her fourth doctorate? I mean donât misunderstand me, Iâm so proud of Dani, that is a big accomplishment and she should be so proud of herself. But four is a lot. What is she getting it in?â Amy asked ĂĄ bit shocked. Shocked in ĂĄ good way though, going for four doctorates was nothing to be diminished, hell Amy wished she was smart enough to be able to do that!
âLetâs see, number one was nuclear physics, two was particle physics, three was chemical physics, four is I believe astro physics. Smart, strong, and beautiful. Hard to believe sheâs still single.â
âSheâs only like 2 years and 22 days younger then me. And that is super impressive. To be around my age and be a doctor like that? Much less be a kick ass woman in STEM, in what used to be a male dominated field? That is so awesome for her to do that. I mean, I wish I could do that, but Iâm not that good at math or science like she is. Still, do you think it says something about me that I havenât really accomplished a lot becore 30? Besides marriage to you, which is still a huge achievement in my book.â
âMost people donât do anything massive in their lives, thereâs nothing wrong with that. Some people just lead a comfortable life, and thatâs fine. If you want more, find more to do.â
Amy looks at him. âFirst of all; ĂĄ very fair point. And also, to add to that, I need to stop letting my mumâs voice keep getting in my head to keep kicking me down. Itâs not enough I had to suffer that trauma when I lived with them that now she wonât even leave my brain, she literally conditioned me into thinking that just because someone else accomplishes something great, I have to kick myself down and tell myself there must be something wrong for not having kids, or ĂĄ steady job or whatever works to make me self conscious and self aware of my own âfailuresâ.â
âAnthony, darling, remind me again, your sister Amelia has how many children, and which one is graduating in the upcoming year? I swear trying to keep track of your nieces and nephews is as confusing as trying to remember my cousins birthdays.â Amy Walker, Anthonyâs wife, not to be confused with his sister(also called Amy) asked her husband as she seems to try and arrange a vase of flowers she recently bought at a farmerâs market for their kitchen counter.
âMy sister-in-law my dear, but I have two nieces and two nephews from her, the one graduating is Dani. Sheâs getting herâŠâ Anthony paused. How many was this? âHer fourth doctorate.â
âFour!? What do you even gift someone for going for her fourth doctorate? I mean donât misunderstand me, Iâm so proud of Dani, that is a big accomplishment and she should be so proud of herself. But four is a lot. What is she getting it in?â Amy asked ĂĄ bit shocked. Shocked in ĂĄ good way though, going for four doctorates was nothing to be diminished, hell Amy wished she was smart enough to be able to do that!
âLetâs see, number one was nuclear physics, two was particle physics, three was chemical physics, four is I believe astro physics. Smart, strong, and beautiful. Hard to believe sheâs still single.â
âSheâs only like 2 years and 22 days younger then me. And that is super impressive. To be around my age and be a doctor like that? Much less be a kick ass woman in STEM, in what used to be a male dominated field? That is so awesome for her to do that. I mean, I wish I could do that, but Iâm not that good at math or science like she is. Still, do you think it says something about me that I havenât really accomplished a lot becore 30? Besides marriage to you, which is still a huge achievement in my book.â
âAnthony, darling, remind me again, your sister Amelia has how many children, and which one is graduating in the upcoming year? I swear trying to keep track of your nieces and nephews is as confusing as trying to remember my cousins birthdays.â Amy Walker, Anthonyâs wife, not to be confused with his sister(also called Amy) asked her husband as she seems to try and arrange a vase of flowers she recently bought at a farmerâs market for their kitchen counter.
âMy sister-in-law my dear, but I have two nieces and two nephews from her, the one graduating is Dani. Sheâs getting herâŠâ Anthony paused. How many was this? âHer fourth doctorate.â
âFour!? What do you even gift someone for going for her fourth doctorate? I mean donât misunderstand me, Iâm so proud of Dani, that is a big accomplishment and she should be so proud of herself. But four is a lot. What is she getting it in?â Amy asked ĂĄ bit shocked. Shocked in ĂĄ good way though, going for four doctorates was nothing to be diminished, hell Amy wished she was smart enough to be able to do that!
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đ My Hero Academia
đ·ïž Choose-Your-Own-Adventure
In this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure your beloved Bakugo is dying in the hospital... can you save him, or is it already too late?
You're in love with a dying man.
Katsuki Bakugo is what they call brave, you call him reckless. You're not sure how you found yourself in this situation, sat by his death bed and worried sick about him. Maybe it started all those years ago when you fell for his rowdy persona in homeroom and then after several years you found yourself engaged to him.
None of that matters now, you think. Not if he dies. Not if he's in such a terminal state that there is no guarantee he'll pull through.
But then again, it's Katsuki you're talking about. He always pulls through.
You just hope he'll be able to do so one more time.
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After a long night of patrol/training, you find your boyfriend passed out. Naturally, you take this as an opportunity to execute another prank; setting up a fake Uno pile, fanning out a hand directly into his sleepy grip, and waking him up insisting itâs his turn.
characters: Jason Todd, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Damian Wayne, Conner Kent x Reader
Jason Todd
The plan was foolproof. While Jay was out cold on his side of the bed, you quietly shuffled the deck, set up a random discard pile right on the duvet, and expertly fanned out four cards to slip straight into his massive, relaxed palm. You smoothed down the blanket, took your seat, and nudged his chest.
"Jay. Baby. Come on, itâs your turn. Youâve been taking forever."
You pout, âIâm getting impatient. And youâre just sleeping.â
Jason grunts, his brow furrowing as his brain painfully tries to boot back up. His fingers automatically clamp onto the cards. He blinks heavily, squints at the bright green and red cards in his grip, and you can see the sheer confusion hit himâfollowed immediately by the stubborn refusal to admit he was passed out.
He forces himself to sit up, dragging a hand aggressively down his face and rubbing his eyes with his sleeve, refusing to give up and lay back down. Voice raspy and deep as hell, he stares intensely down at his hand, shifting the cards around in slow motion.
"I wasn't sleeping, I was thinking," he lies, his voice totally shot. He leans forward, bleary-eyed, meticulously scanning your fake pile. "What's... what's on top? Is that a green?" He stubbornly forces his heavy eyelids open, carefully picks a green card out, and slaps it down like a grandmaster. "There. Go."
Wally West
Wally was sleeping so deeply he was practically drooling on his pillow. Perfect. You fanned out five cards, tucked them gently between his fingers, and made sure the discard pile looked legit right in frost of him. You tapped his arm with a tired sigh.
"Wally. Hey. Lay a card down, you're holding up the game."
Wally snaps his eyes open, completely disoriented. He looks down at his hand, blinks twice, and panic immediately sets inâhe thinks he blew his turn and lost his streak. He refuses to go back to sleep. He forces himself up onto his elbows, shaking his head like a wet dog to fight the massive wall of tiredness, completely buying into the trap.
"Wait, wait, sorry baby, my bad, my bad," he stammers out, his voice a pathetic, sleepy whine. He squints hard at his cards, shuffling them back and forth with clumsy fingers, his forehead creased in absolute, intense concentration. "Did you... did you play a yellow? Sweetie, tell me what color it is, my eyes are blurry." He stubbornly sits there, fighting for his life against sleep, until he finally drops a Yellow 2 and looks at you with absolute, half-awake seriousness. "Okay, hit me."
Dick Grayson
Dick was dead to the world after patrol, curled on his side. You carefully laid out a trick hand, slid six cards into his palm, and set up the fake table right on the mattress. You leaned down and whispered right in his ear.
"Dickie. Stop slacking, it's your turn."
He lets out a heavy, groggy sigh, his eyelids fluttering open. He stares blankly at the cards in his hand for a long three seconds. Instead of falling back asleep, he complies, because of course, he has to trust his amazing girlfriend. He grunts, forcing himself to sit halfway up and propping his head on one hand, completely committed to staying awake for the "match."
He holds the fan of cards up right in front of his face, squinting so hard one eye is basically closed. "I'm not slacking..." he mutters, his voice super thick and raspy. He carefully reorganizes his hand, tapping a card against his chin in deep thought while fighting off a yawn. "Is that a Blue 4? Okay. Donât rush me. Hold on." He meticulously selects a card, lays it down with dramatic focus, and squints up at you. "Your turn sweetie.â
Roy Harper
Roy had taken a "five-minute nap" that turned into two hours. You placed a stack of fake played cards on the blanket, carefully placed a fan of seven cards into his grip, and shook his shoulder.
"Roy. Wake up, you're up."
Roy grunts, a dry, scratchy sound, and blinks open two bleary eyes.
âUp for whaâ oh right.â He looks down at the cards, and you can practically hear his brain trying to load at 1%. But Roy isn't a quitter. He groans softly, forcing himself to sit up against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his palm to snap out of it.
"...What was played?" he rasps out, his voice totally rough. He stares intensely down at his cards, fanning them out with heavy, slow movements, totally convinced he's mid-game. He stubbornly stays upright, blinking against the room light, carefully picking out a Red 6 and laying it on the pile. "There. Back to you."
Damian Wayne
Damian would never admit to being caught off guard, which made him the ultimate target. While he was dead asleep post-training, you delicately slid four cards between his fingers, placed the deck down, and crossed your arms.
"Damian. Hurry up, it's your turn."
His eyes instantly open, sharp even through the haze of sleep. He looks down at his hand, and for a split second, total confusion flashes across his face. But his pride won't allow him to back down or drop the cards. He immediately sits bolt upright, rigid as a board, holding his hand close to his chest so you can't peek.
He squeezes his eyes shut for a second to force the drowsiness away, squinting severely at his hand. "I am well aware," he lies in a low, crackly morning voice. He takes an agonizingly long time analyzing his four cards, fighting every urge to crash back onto his pillow, just to make a "calculated" move. He solemnly lays down a Wild card with absolute precision. "Blue. Proceed."
Conner Kent
Conner was passed out hard, snoring softly. You quickly set up the illusionâcards scattered, a neat discard pile, and five cards tucked firmly into his fingers. You poked his shoulder.
"Con, come on, stop taking so long."
Conner groans, shaking his head, his heavy eyelids barely parting. He looks down at his palm, and the utter panic of someone who thinks they fell asleep mid-hangout hits him. He forces himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, dragging both hands over his face to force his brain awake.
"Shootâ sorry, I was just... thinking," he stammers out, completely tricked. He holds his cards up, squinting heavily through his messy hair, intensely analyzing the hand. He shifts the cards around between his thumbs, completely locked in. "Wait, what's the number on top? A five?" He hovers a card over the pile, double-checking it with dead seriousness before dropping a Draw Two with a smug, sleepy grin. "Boom. Draw two. Try and keep up."
"Uh you should probably start with the bear brothers. They've been rolling around in the mud." Andy replied, looking up from where he and Danny were cooking breakfast. "You need to eat first though Amy."
Amy laughs weakly, smiling as she sits up. She whimpers slightly, arms still hurting from the chemical burns, but she moves and something falls from her bag. A marble, with an animal in it. She remembers finding it years ago when she was by the ocean. âHey guys? What does the Zord marble look like?â
Amy holds up the marble, a gorgeous blue color, with swirls of green and white, inside was something that looked like an orca whale, and it seemed to chirp and call, like the essence of the ocean itself was calling to her, responding to her like it was bonded to her and her soul. âBecause I think I have a lost Zord.â
âSince I was four or five? Andy ans his dads took us to the ocean over summer break and I was by ĂĄ lagoon area and found it buried in the sand. I always assumed it was dea glass, Orcas are my favorite animal and I always laughed when I saw the orca. I didnât think it was a Zord, why would I? Nothing here screams Power Ranger, and even if it did, why this particular Zord? What makes the Orca Zord so special that it willingly chose me? Have yâll met me?â
Damian Wayne is acting weird in this Choose Your Own Adventure. He's way too nice, too happy. So when the Batfamily decides to investigate, the culprit is none other than... you?
Damian Wayne x Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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"Uh you should probably start with the bear brothers. They've been rolling around in the mud." Andy replied, looking up from where he and Danny were cooking breakfast. "You need to eat first though Amy."
Amy laughs weakly, smiling as she sits up. She whimpers slightly, arms still hurting from the chemical burns, but she moves and something falls from her bag. A marble, with an animal in it. She remembers finding it years ago when she was by the ocean. âHey guys? What does the Zord marble look like?â
Amy holds up the marble, a gorgeous blue color, with swirls of green and white, inside was something that looked like an orca whale, and it seemed to chirp and call, like the essence of the ocean itself was calling to her, responding to her like it was bonded to her and her soul. âBecause I think I have a lost Zord.â
