OKAY I HAD A THOUGHT AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT OTHERS THINK
I'm planning out a fic, so let me set the scene for you...
It's sometime after the Layton Mission, around 1990. Maverick and Iceman are basically married, they had a ceremony and everything even though their marriage isn't technically legal. They are each other's emergency contacts. They have a house together, a place where they can always come back to when they are on leave.
Then, the class of 86 gets recalled to Top Gun. They are sent on a mission and either Mav or Ice has to eject.
This innocent results in memory loss. Every memory after the first night where they meet at the O Club is gone. Now the others have to convince the affected pilot of his life, his love, and what to do going forward.
who is more likely to freak out over the fact that they are in fact married to the other person (chaos to ensue)
I just saw your post about wanting requests and I just had the cutest idea for Bob😭😂
It came to me when I was scrolling through your master list and saw the little symbol for Soulmate AU and thought about that for Bob and what if it’s one of those where your soulmates first words are written on your arm and the reader has something like “oh it’s just Bob” and it’s referring to his call sign😭 I think it would be so cute
Hello my dear anon!!
First of all, thank you for this wonderful ask! I have been chugging away on it and it's gotten a little out of hand, so it will be two parts! The first part is going up right after this ask goes up.
It's titled Fated to Run - Fated to Fly
I hope you like it! Please feel free to send me your thoughts!
Are soulmate au's dead? I sure hope not, I freaking love them!
Hi! I’m the one who asked about the Bob soulmate AU and I had no idea that you had responded until late yesterday 😂 I saw your post about part 2 come up on my page and I got excited because I love soulmate AUs and then I realized that it was the one I asked about😂😂 I stopped dead in my tracks to read the first part and I loved it! I’m excited to read part 2
Oh my goodness, hello!!
Dearest Anon, I am so glad you are excited about Fated to Run!! I am having such a blast writing it, honestly! I am sneaking so much more in to this story than I had originally planned... oops!
Part Two is up, and can be found HERE
I really hope you like it! I want to know your thoughts, so please feel free to either shoot me another ask here, or you can message me anytime!
I know I dropped of the face of the Earth, but ya girl is back and writing again! So, if you wanna sneak peak of some things that are in the works, want to know why I dropped off the planet, or just want to say hi, my ask box and my messages are open!!
Romantic Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x AFAB Reader
Word Count: 1300+
Rating: T
Warnings: light descriptions of pain, , heavy Billy Joel reference
For @wayward-river
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"Bradley, don't make me laugh, it hurts!" Red manages whilst trying to hold in her giggles. It's not working, the laughs breaking through. Bradley, on the other hand, is laughing so hard his face looks like crushed raspberries.
"Oh, so you want me to stop?" He inquires with a quirk of his brow, a devious smile struck across his lips.
"Yes!" Red cries out, covering her eyes with one hand while the other migrates down to hover over her stitches. Everything is sore, still, but it's been a few weeks since the operation. Red and Bradley are lounging in the living room, the game Operation set up on the coffee table. Red has her legs folded beneath her, a blanket older than Bradley draped over her shoulders.
Bradley keeps putting the tweezers to the little wire sides, not even trying to take out a piece. Instead, every time the buzzer goes off, the little nose lighting up, Bradley acts like he's being hit with a damn taser. Seizing up his muscles as he lets out a little scream. The whole thing has been on repeat since the start of the game, but Bradley seems to be getting more dramatic as it goes.
"I'm sorry, Red, sweetheart, I can't help that I'm just so damn clumsy," The shrug that accompanies his words is just too big, matching the damn smile that hasn't left his face for the last forty-five minutes. Bradley is sat on the other side of the coffee table, playing the game while balanced on his knees claiming he needs the height advantage.
"It's a damn good thing you're an aviator and not a surgeon," She quips, earning a roll of the eyes from Bradley.
"Give me those," Red thrusts her hand out, making a motion for the tweezers Bradley still has tucked between his fingers. Then he's closing his large fist around them, his smile turning a bit more cunning.
"I'm willing to make a trade for them," Its a declaration more than it's an offer.
"State your terms," She pokes at the couple pieces in front of her, the two she was actually able to remove in between Bradley's antics.
"I get two things," He holds up two fingers, "First, I get a kiss,"
"One kiss?"
"One kiss," He agrees, "Second, you let me carry you to bed once the game is over,"
"You want to carry me to bed? Seriously?" Red cocks her head at him, her eyebrows furrowed together.
"Yes," Bradley attempts to school his face into a more serious expression but it falters at the upturning of the corners of his mouth, "I like getting to take care of you, and you don't let me help you with you bandages anymore,"
"Bradley, you've been taking care of me non-stop for the past couple weeks, you realize that, right?"
"I know, but, that's still not my point," Bradley leans forward, one open palm pressed to the table, the other still securing the tweezers. The paper money on his side of the board crinkles under his hand as he leans over the board.
"Then what's your point?" Red does her best to lean a little bit closer, but she can only move so much.
"That I love you, and want to take care of you," Their foreheads meet, Bradley's body positioned awkwardly over the table between them.
"Is there any chance these terms can be amended?" They are sharing air now, Red's eyes crossing a bit to focus on Bradley's.
"Not a chance," He nudges her nose with his. The pair share a smile before Red closes the gap between them. The kiss is comfortable, familiar, and just for a second Red lets herself think about their fight. She can't believe she had found the courage to walk away from such an amazing man just to ensure his happiness, and moreover she can't believe that Bradley loves her enough to put his dream to bed. Red doesn't think about this for long, though, instead giving herself just a second to enjoy the way their lips are pressed together before pulling back.
"Gimme," She smirks, holding out her hand again. Bradley places the tweezers in her outstretched hand before tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Have at it, pretty girl," He's leaning back, taking his original position on the far side of the coffee table.
"I'm goin' for the uterus," Red declares, narrowing her eyes at the board.
"I think that's called the "bread box", but alright," He's laughing again, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open wide. It's a beautiful sight, the way Bradley laughs, joy overtaking his features.
"It's the uterus, and if someone got to forcibly remove mine, I get to forcefully remove someone else's," That gets Bradley laughing harder. The tweezers are plunged into the game board, and Red takes the small piece out with ease, her tongue sticking out between her teeth as she works.
"Good work, Doctor," Bradley stretches his hand out to her. She wraps hers into around his, shaking it.
"And to you as well, Doctor,"
When Bradley gets Red into their bedroom, he sets her down on the plush comforter on the side she designated as hers the first time she slept there. Bradley helps her change out of her clothes and into a soft set of pajamas. They hang loose from her frame, soft against her skin.
"Will you help me put on a pair of socks?" She asks, "A fuzzy pair?"
Bradley doesn't say anything, instead he just retrieves the socks from her bedside drawer. He kneels carefully in front of her, unfolding the socks while he does.
"After all this time, I still can't believe you sleep in socks, you fucking weirdo," Bradley teases as he slips the first sock on, his fingers rubbing at her calf lovingly.
"You leave me and my sock habits alone, Mister "Hawaiian shirts are my formal wear"" She nudges him in the bicep with her toes while he is busy pulling the remaining sock onto her other foot.
"You know, for someone who lost a knife fight recently, you are awfully feisty,"
"In my defense, I was unconscious," Red defends, watching Bradley shove his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "It's probably for the best, that Doc would've lost otherwise,"
That gets Bradley chuckling once more. He shakes his head at her, nothing but love behind his gaze.
"Red, I've got a question for you," There's a serious edge to his tone that Red seems to miss.
"Hit me, hot stuff," She smiles down at him. In that moment, Bradley is struck with Déjà vu, his mind replaying the first time they met. The way she gazed down at him from atop her vehicle, all smiles and charm; the memory sits warm in his chest, but here an now, the way she looks at him with love, Bradley knows he's never seen anything more beautiful.
Tears are prickling at the corners of his eyes and Bradley has too look away for a moment, his eyes bouncing down to the floor. Then, summoning his courage, he looks back up into her eyes.
"Red," Her name comes out a bit strangled, but he pushes on, "God, I had a whole thing in my head but looking at you like this-" He shakes his head a bit at himself, smile cracking open wide.
"Will you marry me, Red?" Bradley brandishes a ring box from his pocket, popping it open with a flick on his fingers.
There is no hesitation in her answer, even with the tears springing to her eyes.
"Yes, Bradley, yes,"
She does nothing to fight off her tears as slides the delicate ring over her finger. His fingertips are cold as they brush against her skin, but all she feels is warmth. The warmth of his love, their love, enveloping them. Bradley wraps her in his arms, a little more recklessly than he should have, but the pang that resounds through Red's stomach does nothing to tamper the moment between them.
They share "I love yous," pressed into each others skin, their hair, repeatedly as they cling to each other. This is it, Vienna, or at least the closest they have been to it thus far, wrapped up in each other with nothing but their future ahead of them.
Hi! I was wondering about your Bob soulmate story, is it just a one shot or will there be more? I really enjoyed it!
Hello hello!
There will be more! I'm currently working on the next part and I hope to have it posted soon!
Until then, here's a little teaser for the next part!
"I met one of your Aviators today, at the airport," He nods in understanding, "Blond, tall, from Texas. Super nice. Said his name was Jake,"
"Jake?" My father huffs out, scrubbing a hand over his face. "A Texan with one of those shit eating grins?"
"He had a nice smile, if that's what you mean," I reason. The feeling of an impending argument is like static in the air, the hair on my arms standing on end as gooseflesh breaks out over my bare skin. That feeling is acknowledged with a quick glance between us, a look that has him moving closer to his desk. He picks up a framed photograph from it's corner before holding it out to me. I finally move closer, separating some of the distance between us. It's strange, being so close together after spending so long apart. I often wonder if that's how all children's relationships with their parents are after they grow up, or if my father and I are stuck in a unique form of perpetual misunderstanding. I take the photograph from his hand.
"This him?" He points at a man in the back row of the photograph, big smile and kind eyes. It's definitely him, that much I am certain of. There is just something so recognizable about that smile of his, the way the lines on either side of his mouth bend with a dash of mirth, bracketing perfect teeth. It's sick, really, how nice his teeth are.
