Oh Please Slap ME Bob Floyd.

Cyclone is so hot idc what anyone says, Jon hamm is a Dilf and I'm here for it

THEYRE OFF TO FINDDD THE HEROO OF THE DAYYYAHH

BUT WHAT IF THEY SHOULD FALL BY SOMEONES WICKEDD WAYSSS?

wow I really did get to see them in concert , damn 😭 .

From @/metallica's Instagram.

"20 years of @/robtrujillo and counting! Our brother joined the band #OnThisDay in 2003."

Happy 20 years Roberto Agustín Miguel Santiago Samuel Trujillo Veracruz! (I'm so funny) but for real, happy 20 years man. Hope to see u guys in concert one day!

I love him so much theres barely any fics 4 himm😫

lovin' feelin' | nick "goose" bradshaw

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.

***

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’.

***

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.

2022 was wild

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me w lars little big forehead 😻

my old man fetish is getting really bad. tell me why i’m turned on by james’s bald spot.