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gloryofroses19 · 11 days

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Just You, Just Me

“You look like a war bond poster.” Major John Egan smiled big and bright as he exited Colonel Harding’s office. More like a pin-up, he thoughtfully amended walking closer to the Lieutenant.

The 0400 hour offered little light but John could recognize the silhouette sitting on the hood of his jeep. He did it with the ease of someone who memorized those smooth curves and soft edges.

“Now remind me, does the poster say ‘a woman’s place is in the war’ or ‘save some wings, smile at a fly boy’?” The Lieutenant asked playfully as her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders.

“I believe it’s ‘lonely lips crash B17s’.” Slotting himself between her legs, he was grateful for her fashion choice to wear slacks in the early morning cool air. The war had done a lot for women but he selfishly loved how easily he could get close to her in a way her uniform skirt didn’t allow. Not that he wasn’t adept at that either…

“Oh, we can’t have that can we?” She airly replied, beginning to play with the baby curls at the back of the pilot’s head. Soft and irresistible were just two of the many positive qualities the curls shared with the man they rested on.

Warmth blossomed in John’s chest by her gentle movements. He allowed himself the comfort of brushing his nose against hers. The action gave him a vision of another life and time, where he could do it again in the safety of their shared bed, where Krauts and colonels were a faraway nightmare.

But at the moment, that wasn’t their reality. Their current reality were stolen moments and cherished nights, where they were just a man and a woman who met on a fateful rainy afternoon.

With a gentle peck to the tip of her nose, he distanced himself just enough for cerulean to meet [eye color]. She matched his soft gaze with one of her own, equal parts affection and longing. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

John smiled at [y/n]’s raised eyebrow, as if she was asking if he read her mind. However, [y/n] learned early on she couldn’t run from John Egan. He was far too intelligent, emotionally aware and observant to allow her to be too far once he learned she liked him back.

“I know that look,” his voice teased, his warm hands squeezing her hips. “It’s your ‘‘John, darling, baby, light of my life, be my good bad boy and be safe’”.

She wasn’t shocked that John knew the bubbling anxiety inside of her. In the dead of night, they had shared many things. Dances, bottles of beer, kisses, fears and the emotional intimacy born from two souls finding comfort and love in each other.

“Well, now it’s saying ‘kiss me senseless and never let me go John Egan’”. His honeyed tone matched his sweet smile.

“Sounds like an order to be me then Major.” She gently replied. Batting her lashes at him, [y/n] considered her options. She could tease him and they’d flirt and banter until the tension was too high to avoid. Or she could strike first and allow them to have some rare moments together before he has to fly away.

So without further warning, she tightened her arms around his neck and guided his lips towards her awaiting ones. Kissing him softly, but without inhibition. Kissing him to disarm his teasing retort. Kissing him to relieve any doubt for the both of them that this mission was going to be his last.

When he felt her soft lips on his, John melted further into her, her scent invading his mind. He exhaled against her skin, hot and full of desire, breathing nothing but her, the uncertainty of the mission forgotten for a moment.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, slow and hesitant, stealing another three kisses from her lips.

“Be careful on this mission, please.” She murmured against his mouth. Placing a lingering kiss on his Cupid’s bow, smiling as his mustache tickled her.

Cupping her cheek, he didn’t let her get too far. “I’ll come back to you,” he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss. “‘Sides, we gotta bet to settle.”

Giggling, she busied herself with fixing his disheveled sheepskin. Smoothing her hands across the front of his jacket, she suddenly gripped the open lapels and pulled. Successfully, she surprised the pilot who could only brace his palms on jeep’s hood caging [y/n] between his arms. “Good, I want my souvenir and bragging rights that I beat Major Bucky Egan at the navigator exam.”

“You don’t stand a chance.” The pilot began matching her haughty tone before his deep voice turned accusatory. “And don’t think I don’t know about you asking Bubbles to tutor you.”

Mouth opening in out rage at the implication, she scoffed. Pointing his left pointer finger dangerously close to her mouth, [y/n] considered biting it.

“I saw you two talking in cahoots!” John argued with a huff of poorly hidden humor as his baritone voice raised.

As was expected when it came to Major Egan, it was a half truth. She was good at navigating, her job as Major Bowman's lieutenant required it, but she wasn’t as good as John. She could claim it was because a well rounded pilot, especially a commanding officer, could and should be able to complete any job on his fort. But truthfully he was just smart, he wouldn’t successfully carry out missions and be named Air Exec for nothing. One of her favorite sights was watching him correct and inform new recruits.

“Cahoots?” Removing her arms from what John deemed ‘their rightful spot’, she instead crossed them. “We were doing this called working, who do you think plans your flight missions, Major?”

He barely bit back a laugh, instead settling on a cheeky smile. “Speaking of flight missions, wanna kiss my lucky deuces?”

Tilting her head quizzically, [y/n] regarded the pilot. “Is that what the kids are calling their lips now?”

His callused hands picked up her smaller ones. “I meant my lucky two bucks, baby.”

Despite her nose scrunching up in what seemed like disgust, [y/n] linked her fingers with John’s. “You want my lips to touch the money that has touched yours and Gale’s hands and sat in both of your pockets?”

“Technically, I split it with Gale so it's only one dollar.” With a squeeze to their interlocked hands, he brought one up to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss onto the back of it, he brazenly added. “But my lips are welcome as well.”

With her head thrown back in laughter, John appreciatively watched the unencumbered laughter spill from her saccharine lips. Moments like this were the reason why he was fighting and why he was coming back. John Egan wanted many things out of life. He wouldn’t let any Krauts take the many more laughs and kisses he could share with [y/n] away without a fight.

Winding her arms around his neck, she placed a kiss on his lips. John accepted her soft kiss at first and then with a swift shift of intensity, as if moving the control of a B17, he found her clinging to him as if he was the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.

Pulling back slowly, John placed a final kiss on her forehead. “Drive me to the airfield?”

Closing her eyes, her hands bunched in the warm fleece of his coat lapels. “Your chariot awaits.” She whispered softly, taking solace in their last few moments. Gathering herself, she lightly pushed her hands against his chest asking for space.

John took a step back, allowing [y/n] the room to slide off the jeep. However, once her feet were firmly on the ground, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his warm body. “Take the long way?”

“Sure thing, fly boy.”

A/N: Appreciate any and all feedback!

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gloryofroses19 · 14 days

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gloryofroses19 · 26 days

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Johnny Boy

“Let’s go, let’s go. Get the lead out boys!” Major John Egan ordered as he clapped his hands together.

“Excited to see Harding that much, Major?” Ken Lemmings asked rhetorically, parking his jeep.

“More like a certain lieutenant.” Blakey commented, lighting a cigarette. “All I heard on the flight back was [y/n] this and [y/n] that. Almost as if we weren’t staring down the face of Nazi fighters.”

Coming up behind Blakey, Douglass slapped Blakey on the back. “Don’t be too jealous Blakey, maybe Tatty will forgive you for saying her sister is prettier.”

“It was a joke!”

“Jokes are meant to be funny, Ev.” Crosby deadpanned from his place on the ground.

“Get in the truck, boys! This war ain’t gonna stop because of your romantic problems.” John Egan was not known for being a patient man. And at this moment, his patience was as thin as his fort’s wings, which were currently shot to shit thanks to the Luftwaffe.

“You know all about romance, right Major?”

With an eye roll, the Major squared his shoulders ready to yell at his men. However, his irritated expression softened as he watched two figures coming his way.

Noticing the attentive blue eyed gaze across the field, [y/n] smiled as she drew nearer. She had not planned to visit the airfield today. Despite knowing that the 100th Bomb Group would be out flying, she had intended to stay in her office. But when Johnny asked, with a hopeful request and a sweet smile, she knew she couldn’t say no. She seemed to have soft spots for Johns she mused, as a pair of small hands tightened their grip on her right hand.

“She read me a book and colored with me!”

Bucky’s eyebrows raised at the British voice informing him of how he was losing the battle for [y/n]’s attention. Six year old Johnny Baker was as formidable as the Germans, the blonde had met Lieutenant [full name] on his first day moving to base and imprinted on her like any good duckling would.

“And she said that she’ll watch me play footy!”

However, Major John Egan was a flyboy and they were not so easily defeated. Crouching down to be eye-level with rival, the major crossed his arms. “Well, she told me I’m clever, funny and..." With a dramatic pause, he continued, "and handsome.”

Stomping his foot at his competitor, the blonde took on a tone of conceited immaturity. “Well she told me that I give the best hugs!”

“Well,” John mimicked, “She kissed me.” And with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, Bucky added in a lyrical voice, “On the lips.”

With a gasp and whine of her name, the blonde buried his face into [y/n]’s stomach as her hands patted his back comfortingly .

“Are you really arguing with a child?” She asked sternly, as John stood up. “Again?” She pressed, restraining the grin trying to surface at his easy smile. The times she had found them competing for her affection were becoming too numerous to count. Just last week, she had to kiss him better when he scraped his knee racing Johnny across the blacktop of the airfield. She was thankful he was kind enough to let her kiss his lips instead of his bloodied knee.

“No, I’m not arguing with a child.” John watched Johnny stick his tongue out at him, “He’s arguing with me.” With a chuckle, he mirrored the action back at Johnny.

Alive and as charming and tenacious as ever she reflected, assessing his wellbeing . The weight of the war had become harder to bear on their shared tree branch as more flyboys left and didn’t come back. She hadn’t realized her breath had been stalled in fear of his safety until she felt herself lose it again by his adoring look.

John ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the evaluating look on her face “So where’s my reason?”

“Where’s my souvenir?” She responded, meeting his unwavering gaze. It had become their greeting, a promise of a gift that kept them both grounded.

Removing his head from her stomach, Johnny looked up. A pout sprouted on his lips as the adults seemingly ignored him, focusing instead on making what his big cousin Susie called “googly eyes”. With a tug to her hand, Johnny whined. “[nickname]!”

John watched as [y/n] turned her attention to the baby duck calling her name. The blonde’s hair had become ruffled as feathers from his fight for her attention and John knew like any mama bird she would fix it. However, she wasn’t a duck, she was a different bird. His bird to be exact so the only hair she would be fixing would be his curls. Therefore, before her raised hand could fix the strays, an Army Air Corps Officer cap covered Johnny's head.

Taking advantage of his enemy’s distraction, John’s hand gripped [y/n]’s face and momentarily brushed his lips against hers. While a moment on the lips, it spoke of tenderness, love and promise for more.

“Hey!” Removing the cap from his head, Johnny glared at the taller male who seemed wholly unperturbed.

“What?” The innocence in his smile and tone betrayed the mischief inside. The bashful smile he sent her all but confirmed [y/n]'s suspicions. That he did always love when she ran her hands through his curls. And that he was jealous, even of a child.

“Interrogation, Egan!”

Bucky sighed theatrically at the commanding voice behind him. Though the sigh was a sign of acknowledgement, he made no move to leave. If anything it made him more resolute.

“Jack,” Facing his fellow major, John motioned toward the pair at his side, “The good lieutenant and this fine soldier need a ride back to the HQ.”

Major Jack Kidd could use many adjectives to describe John Egan, however, since becoming Air Exec the most he would offer was 'a royal pain in my ass'. “Now, John!”

Though Kidd didn’t seem to be moved, John pressed on. “We can’t just leave them, Jack.”

Biting her lip, [y/n] attempted to maintain a neutral expression. His baritone voice was as pleasant as ever, but the tone of pleading reminded her of times when he pleaded for other things. Some which he had no shame in doing in front of other people, like a dance or smile, and some that were reserved for just the two of them, like a kiss and other intimate notions.

Turning towards the gentle tug on his sheepskin’s sleeve, John leaned down.

“Can we ride in the truck?” Johnny whispered poorly, allowing those close enough to hear.

“If you look sad you can.” John replied conspiratorially, enjoying the giggle it elicited from [y/n] who’s attention had been off him for far too long.

“Get in the truck, Egan.” Though Kidd offered John a look of utter lack of amusement, he sighed. One day he’ll learn to not wipe John’s ass, Jack promised himself. “You too,” he finished gesturing toward the pair.

Breaking out into a wide smile, John’s hands wrapped around [y/n] and Johnny’s shoulders. Guiding them to the awaiting truck, John pulled himself into the truck bed first. With his attention on Johnny, John offered instructions where to put his feet and hands to safely enter the truck all the while, his hands gently hovering his smaller body to offer assistance if needed.

Unbeknownst, [y/n]’s expression was soft in a way she only ever let it be around John. War was not the time to think of a future full of little feet and miniature giggles, but John Egan was a man who inspired hope.

“Need help, Lieutenant?” A deep baritone voice interrupted her thoughts. Though capable and confident, [y/n] took the calloused hand that was offered to her. Allowing herself to be pulled into the warmth of the sheepskin, she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth.

“Think Cros can take him?” He whispered, nodding to the navigator currently being interrogated by the Brit.

With a laugh, she guided John by the hand to his rightful place next to her on the truck's bench. Bumping her nose against his, she whispered, “You certainly weren’t.”

John laughed gently and easily as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders before taking her hand in his again. Pulling her as close as they could, he leaned into her ear. Planning to defend himself, the pilot opened his mouth but stopped when a sudden weight dropped on him.

“Johnny!”

Ignoring the scolding tone, the blonde pushed his body weight against Bucky and wedged himself between the pair. “You forgot your hat, Major.” Johnny mocked, throwing his hat at the elder.

“Why you little….”

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! I appreciate all the positive feedback from my other works!

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gloryofroses19 · 1 month

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More Than You Know

Nursing her glass of Coca-Cola, [y/n] watched Major John Egan from across the social club. Though she wasn’t privy to the conversation, which had interrupted their time together, she certainly didn’t mind the view. His broad back was on full display as he spoke with a fresh faced corporal. Their evening had been going swell. As per usual, he cleaned up nicely even with the fresh marks of a flight mission. His curls falling into their rightful place and allowing her the pleasure of fixing the few that didn’t.

Seemingly sharing the same thought as her, John ran a hand through his obsidian curls as he rejoined [y/n] at the bar. “Sorry about that. Now where were we ....” Sipping his drink, he narrowed his eyes. “Right, we were talking about me.”

[y/n] rolled her eyes at his expectant look and boyish smile. “You’re insufferable.”

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment” John started before moving closer to [y/n] and dropping his voice. “And I was promised a compliment after every mission.”

She had promised an admission after every mission and Bucky Egan would be damned if he missed a single opportunity to hear why she liked him.

Pulling him closer, she rests her hands on his chest and meets his awaiting gaze. “Compliment was not the word that I used. For all you know, maybe I like you because you’re bad at singing.” She has promised to bare her heart but she never said she would hand over that information easily.

With a deep chuckle, John placed his hands on the curve of her waist. With every word uttered, he begins to sway them to the beat. “Where you say bad, I hear, committed, passionate, soulful even.”

“Oh, you’re definitely committed. That bar in Greenland has the scars from it.” She responded dryly, following his lead. Drawing closer, she placed her head against his chest.

“Buck told you about that, did he?” His deep voice rumbled pleasantly in her ear.

“More like Crank.”

Clicking his tongue, he shook his head. “Good ole’ Crank, always looking for a reason to knock a man.”

[y/n] silently chuckled as her eyes scanned the social club. When her eyes fell on the corporeal from earlier, she noticed that he seemed more at ease than he had when he interrupted them. That was the magic of John Egan she supposed. Always willing to use his sturdy shoulders to help his fellow man. “Everything okay with the kid?”

“Don’t think you can get out of this by changing topics, Lieutenant.” He replied, intertwining their fingers.“And yes, just helped make sure his mom got a letter. His pops just died so he’s worried about her.”

“You’re like Atlas” [y/n] stated earnestly. She had promised him a reason, she just didn’t intend to have it slip out as she shocked herself with her realization of the depth of her feelings.

“Hm?” Titling his head in confusion, the pilot was met with a look of admiration in [y/n]’s eyes. She had promised him a reason for her affection, however, he failed to understand how a Greek myth related to him.

“My reason. Well, one of my reasons for liking you.” She amended before going on to explain further. “You’re always kind, always caring for those around you. Even amongst the carnage, you take care of your men. You make sure those around you are okay, happy even when you can and don’t ask for anything in return. It’s admirable John Egan.”

His face was wholly unguarded. He didn’t think it was a big deal to help the kid out. All it required of him was to ask a favor of one of the Captains in the mail transportation unit. And yet, his heart rate picked up at the mere mention of the favor that he did. He supposed it was because of her, she had a way of always seeing him for who he was.

“I��m going to kiss you now.” He decides, choosing to end the back and forth they’ve been playing to protect their hearts. It was too late for that. Every flyboy needs a place to perch and nest and she was it for him.

“Please do.”

A shiver ran down his back as he closed the gap between their mouths, first with the utmost gentleness, as he wanted to savor this. This had been months in the making as a nest wasn’t built in a day. A warmth spread in John’s chest as [y/n] leaned in closer, her lips impossibly soft against his own. Then as her lips parted and she combed her fingers through those curls, the kiss became heated.

However, a crash of glasses on the bar pulled their attention and bodies from each other. “I drew the shit end of the stick,” Standing behind the bar, Curt gestured toward the corporal, “from the new kid”.

The couple stared at the pair of glasses full of whiskey placed before them.

“Why are you behind the bar, Curt?” John asked in a dissatisfied tone for the interruption. He had allowed the first interruption of their time with mild annoyance, but the second time certainly wasn't the charm.

“I am a man of many talents,” Placing a hand on his chest, Curt offered Bucky a deceptively humble look. “And one of those talents is keeping poor bartenders from being traumatized by you twos sucking face.”

“Get me a drink then bartender Biddick.” Plastering a fake smile on his face, John stared menacingly at Curt. .

“No can do Major, you already have a drink.” Curt replied unbothered, knowing how much he was getting under the Majors skin.

Placing a kiss on the top of his favorite lieutenant's head, John turned towards his current least favorite lieutenant “I’m not giving a tip for service like this.”

“Now Major, that isn’t right. After I slaved over picking up the drinks and placing them there, you gotta give me something.”

Curt truly was a youngest child, [y/n] thought as she leaned her weight against John. Deciding to join in on the fun, she put her hands on his lapels.

“I’ll give you a tip alright…” John muttered before his attention shifted to [y/n].

“Where’s my souvenir, Major?” She asked innocently, peering up at him from underneath her lashes. She smiled, enjoying watching him try to catch up.

“What? My presence isn’t enough?” Squeezing her waist, he watched an unimpressed look cross her face. “It’s in my billet!” Tracing her jaw with his finger tips, John hoped to distract [y/n] as he declared his innocence.

“Sure, John.” She laughed unconvinced, turning towards the bar.

“Sounds like you’re lying to me, Major.” Curt agreed sipping on John’s free whiskey.

“Give me that!” Grabbing the glass out of the New Yorker’s hand, John asks him. “Who’s side are you on anyway?”

“Not yours, I’ve seen her right hook.”

Sparing him a glance, [y/n] pushed a curl away from his forehead. Enjoying the gentle brush of her fingers against his forehead, he was sure he had convinced her. But his hope was dashed at the teasing smile across her lips. “Sure, John.”

“I swear, doll! You can ask Buck!”

A/N: The title is from an Ella Fitzgerald song. Feedback is always appreciated!

Unofficial official sequel to Fly Me To the Moon

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They Can't Take That Away From Me

The men and women of Thorpe Abbots base called the hours between 0001 and 0200 the calm before the storm. Where the enlisted men, crew and planes were tucked safely in their beds and the airfields were the quietest. Or they were meant to be, however, if someone were to listen closely, they’d hear the soft murmur of voices trying not to get caught and laughter that can’t be quelled.

Placing her hands in the pockets of her borrowed jacket, [y/n] giggled lightly as her fingers brushed the inner contents.

“What's got you giggling over there? This is very serious business.” Coming around the side of the plane, Major John Egan stopped in front of Lieutenant [your full name].

“Yes, sneaking onto the airfield and into your plane is very serious business.” [y/n] agreed in a grave tone before leaning towards the pilot. “However, what I’m wondering is why my missing lipstick is in your pocket. Any comments?”

“You’re gonna have to wait until Interrogation, ma’am.” Although the light from Bucky's flashlight offered little, [y/n] caught the blush overtaking the brunette's ears. She had lost it last week when they unexpectedly hid under a desk in the Control Tower after sneaking in to watch the stars. Peering at her companion, [y/n] considered when he could have found it. Between returning back from Africa hours ago, going to interrogation, an Upper Brass meeting, dinner, and drinks at the club, there was little if any time for John to return to his billet to retrieve her lipstick…Unless he had it with him the entire trip to Africa.

“So…the back is open so we can go in there.” The attempt to change topics and refusal to make eye contact, gave [y/n] the confirmation she needed. How sentimental of him, [y/n] mused as her fingers danced along his wrist. Drawing his attention to hers, [y/n] pressed closer to the pilot. The relationship wasn’t new, they had been an unofficial pair since early on. But the kissing was new and it was too easy to get lost in the feeling of John Egan. Grounding herself by holding onto the lapels of his uniform blazer, she let John kiss her, sweet and raw, until her breath ran out.

“No,” [y/n] gasped when they finally parted. “I was promised the full experience”.

With a final swipe of her finger against his swollen lips, [y/n] attempted to catch her breath. However, she all but lost it again at the look of adoration reflected in John’s eyes.

He should have known to expect nothing less from her, his girl was always capable and courageous. Placing a kiss to her forehead before wrapping an arm around her shoulders, the pilot led the way to the front hatch. “Alright sweetheart, it’s all yours.” Shooting her a cocky grin, he motioned towards the hatch, “You said you wanted the full experience so here it is.”

The height difference between them had always been a point of attraction for them both. However, staring at the distance to the front hatch, she knew his attraction was turning into amusement at this very moment. "Need a boost, doll?"

Following multiple attempts, unhelpful laughter, teasing remarks, heated kisses and a risque hand placement on her bottom, the woman found herself inside a dark B17. When John had offered the idea, many missions and compliments ago, it had seemed like a tantalizing idea. An enclosed space with the handsome pilot who basked in her attention, why wouldn’t she want it? But running her fingers over the bullet holes lining the wall of the plane, she felt a shiver run down her spine at her naivety.

Turning towards the noise, she watched the pilot join her. As a natural showman, John Egan swung himself into the plane with ease and grace.

“Show off.” [y/n] remarked as the pilot pecked her on the lips. [y/n] didn’t mind the limited space between them. She had already stolen his sheepskin jacket, she wouldn’t mind stealing more from him; body heat or kisses, she wasn’t picky.

Offering a smirk in reply, John started moving toward the cockpit. “Watch your head, doll.”

Shining the light at his receding backside, [y/n] followed. “I hope you say that to all your men.”

“Only the prettiest ones.”

“It’s a good thing you and Gale don’t copilot then or else I’d be jealous.” The deep rumble of his laughter felt like a nice reprieve to the stagnant darkness in the plane. Since meeting John, [y/n] had always been thankful for the brevity he had offered her, no more than now inside the plane which felt suffocatingly like a tomb.

“Left or right?” Entering the cockpit, John paused before placing the flashlight on the center console.

“You always sit on the right.” She answered matter of factly as she brushed past him to take the left seat.

Following suit, he sat down in his usual seat. “Yeah, but I’m a gentleman.” He responded with an air of playful innocence. Though he didn’t feel that way inside, he hoped she didn’t notice it. When he suggested the idea, he wanted to offer another piece of himself to her. She had read the manuals, helped plan missions and sat in the Upper Brass meetings but he wanted her to understand why he flew. Why at one point, it had been something he loved before this damn war took that away along with his men.

With a hand gently cupping his cheek, John titled his head to the left to kiss the palm holding him with such care. He knew it had been naive to think she would let him get away with the false sense of bravado. She knew, she always knew.

“How do you do it?” Refusing to meet her eyes, he answered her question hanging in the air, “Wait for me, I mean.” The intimacy of the admission left him feeling raw. Neither of them joined the war effort thinking they’d find love but they did.

“How does that Billie Holiday song go?” She considered, looking out the window. She knew he considered himself selfish in his love for her. Selfish because she offered him a place to call home amongst all the turbulence of war and in return he left her time and time again with no promise of a safe return. Selfish because he considered himself worthy when he was useful and leaving was never useful.

Hoping to convey that he gave her so much, and was worth more than use, she spoke in a resolute tone. “The way your smiles just beams. The way you sing off key. No, no, they can't take that away from me”.

She watched the smile across his face. Music was his language of love after all.

Meeting her in the middle, he left a narrow gap between them. One inch closer and he’d be able to steal another kiss. However, he wasn’t so easily bought. “Uh no, no way my girl doesn’t commit.”

Shooting him a pout, [y/n] knew she had no choice. Gathering her breath, she repeated the lines with as much fervor and commitment she could muster, albeit horridly off key.

“Ah, that’s my girl!” John beamed before closing the gap between them.

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The Force of a Curl

Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan was hungover, wet and missing a shoe. Hungover because those boys in the 389th challenged him to a drinking contest, wet because his mother stopped pestering him to take umbrellas when he was twelve years old and missing a shoe because of that damned English mud.

If the boys could see him now, Bucky thought, shaking his head. He could practically hear Curt and Buck’s laugh all the way from the US.

Sighing loudly as the storm increased, the pilot moved to pick up his shoe. But as his fingers brushed the shoe, the Major was shocked to find that the rain had stopped. No, not stopped he amended noticing the umbrella extended above his head.

“Are you alright, Major?” Asked a feminine voice conveying a mixture of concern and thinly veiled amusement.

While he had only been at Thorpe Abbots for two days, John Egan recognized the woman before him. Lieutenant [last name] was a notable figure to many. To most on the base, she was the pretty faced WAC lieutenant included in the upper brass briefings. To Bucky Egan, she was a puzzle he wanted to solve. Though their interactions had been limited to a short introduction and shared proximity during meetings, he already knew she was beautiful, smart, calm and confident. Even when facing the asinine questioning of Colonel Huglin. However, this interaction was offering something entirely new…

Standing to his full height, John ran a hand through his hair. Whether it was because of the rain or self consciousness of being caught in this position by her was something he’d never tell.

“Oh, I’m doing great, Lieutenant. Just enjoying the feeling of the ground.” Shooting her a confident smile despite his sorry state.

“Just with one foot?” Raising an eyebrow, [y/n] struggled to keep the laugh from escaping. “Guess you pilots really do forget what it’s like to be on solid ground. Bit of advice then, try to avoid the puddles. They’re deeper than they seem.” [y/n] teased as the Major moved to rescue his shoe from the mud.

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” He responded airly feeling his grasp on the situation slip. With no teasing retort brewing on his mind, the pilot was left feeling mollified by the teasing glint in her gaze.

Raising the umbrella to adjust for the height difference, [y/n] watched transfixed as a stray curl fell in front of his eye. He really was a handsome sight to behold [y/n] mused as his hand brushed hers to take the umbrella from her grasp.

If anyone were to pass by them, the pair offered the illusion of intimacy and familiarity through their shared laughter and proximity. However, an illusion was just an illusion unless perceptions were altered.

“You been here long?” Like in any small town, she had heard of the new Major before she met. His singing alone had reached her ears before she entered the pub two nights prior. Though his voice was loud and brash when singing, the deep Midwestern baritone during conversation was far more pleasing. “I hope you’ve fared better with the mud than I have, Lieutenant ''.

“5 months and yes I have,” [y/n] began before pausing to giggle at a memory, “but two weeks in being here I…” Looking up into those inquisitive cerulean eyes, [y/n] stopped herself from continuing. Clearing her throat, she reminded herself that he wasn’t just any handsome man, he was a Major. And therefore, it was probably best to not inform her superior of some slight trouble that happened to find her. “Nevermind, sir”.

Noticing the tone of professionalism that blended into her dulcet tones, John frowned. He had heard this tone before, it was how she responded to him when he introduced himself and when she spoke during the Brass meetings.

“No, don't give me sir, I don’t want sir. I’m soaked and missing a shoe, rank’s off. Call me Bucky or I’ll even take John.” He liked this version more, because there’s nothing he loved more than someone he could laugh with. Even if it was at his own expense as Bucky Egan wasn’t a man who took himself too seriously.

“Come on, can’t leave me hanging like that. You’ve seen me at my lowest, it’s only fair that you share as well.” He countered, his determination to get her to smile at him again unwavering. To further emphasize his point, he wiggled his sock clad foot hoping to get another laugh.

She could see why many were transfixed by the new Major on the base, he carried himself with a genial ease that was both disarming and charming.

Deciding she might as well dig her own grave, she relented with a sigh. “Two weeks in I got locked in the enlisted men’s mess hall on an unnecessary errand for Colonel Huglin.”

Eyes crinkling in delight, John took in her deadpan delivery that was obviously a pass fake to her underlying embarrassment. “How’d you get out?” John asked in response, knowing it would be a worthwhile story.

“As the metaphor goes, when one door closes another one opens. Namely a window in the back of the kitchen.” She remarked casually as if any rational person’s first idea would be to climb through a window.

Laughing in warm boisterous bursts, Bucky’s gaze was unwavering and full of affection and intrigue.

The implication of his gaze was enough to make any girl flustered, [y/n] included. Deciding to busy herself with pointing in the opposite direction, she hoped to quell the butterflies. “Can I walk you somewhere, Major?”

“How chivalrous of you.” He responded softly, with a matching grin. Watching the rain drops land on her otherwise pristine uniform, he stepped forward. Leaning closer, he was captivated by the teasing curl of her lips.

“Well if being one shoe down and soaked doesn’t make you a damsel in distress then I’m not sure what else would.”

With the way she was smiling at him, he wouldn’t mind being saved by her again, John thought. “Well you got me there. Walk me to my billet kind knight?”

Up until this point in the war, her mindset had firmly been 'loose lips sink ships’. No unnecessary comments or connections or else her heart would be broken. However, watching that damn curl fall across his face, [y/n] knew she had lost this battle. And if she was so easily defeated by Major John Egan then she feared for the poor unsuspecting Germans.

“Lead the way, Fly Boy.”

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Because the Night

The atmosphere in the pub was already in full swing by the time Major Bucky Egan led his group to the table Tommy saved for them.

“Jesus, it’s like those paratroopers never seen a woman before.” Curt wiped his uniform jacket, “They took one look at [y/n] and it was like Niagra Falls.”

Taking the seat Bucky held out for her, [y/n] thanked him as she sat.

“I think Ol’ Faithful Geyser at Yosemite might be a better choice Curt.” Buck replied taking a seat across from Bucky.

“Yeah, yeah whatever cowboy.” Looking at the expectant faces of Bucky and Buck, Curt sighed “Yes, Bucky I wouldn’t mind getting the drinks. Why thank you Buck, I am the kindest man in this bar.”

Ignoring Curt and Buck, Bucky leaned in closer to [y/n] watching the paratrooper across the bar tense. “So, who is he?”

Major Bucky Egan was not shocked that men looked at [y/n]. She was not only one of the few women around, but she was as pretty as a picture. And she knew it, hell it was on the reasons Bucky liked her. Her beauty caught his eye but her self assured nature drew him in. So while he didn’t love the looks men gave her in general, the look of recognition and remorse in this paratrooper in particular sent air raid sirens through his mind.

Twisting her earring with a sigh, [y/n] met Bucky’s inquisitive gaze. “My ex.”

Raising his eyebrows as if to ask for confirmation of what he just heard, [y/n] nodded to the brunette. From across the table Major Buck Clevens sat up straight as he watched the growing opposing demeanor of the pair. One that spoke of apathy while the other spoke of interest in the topic.

“Who we fightin’?” Dropping the drinks on the table, Curt rejoined the trio, “Bucky’s got that rabble rouser look on his face.”

“The ginger at 12 o’clock doing a shitty job at secretly surveying [y/n].” Buck drawled watching Bucky attempt to catch the ginger’s eye. Major Gale Clevens knew John Egan well enough to know when he was looking for a fight. Gale had seen John protective over his friends and his men, so he could only imagine what he would be like over his unofficial girl.

“No shit? Want me to fuck him up for you?” Turning around in his seat, Curt assessed the paratrooper and his friends. “There’s only four of them, we can easily take ‘em.”

[y/n] leaned back in her chair contemplating the situation she found herself in. Before she had walked into the bar, her biggest concern was how she was going to keep Bucky from serenading her tonight. But walking in and seeing her ex’s face and John’s reaction threw that concern right out of the window.

“While that is sweet of you Curt, no. It’s been two years, I’m long over him and if anyone should be scared, it should be him. I’m not the one who cheated.” Since their breakup, she hadn't put much thought into her ex or dating. And it certainly wasn’t because she was still in love with him. Rather the war broke out and she joined the WAC leaving her with little time or interest to date. Or that had been the case until Major John Egan swaggered his way onto Thorpe Abbotts base.

“That fucker… makes me wanna punch him more now.”

“If it makes you feel better Curt, I broke his nose when I found him cheating.”

“Atta girl.” Buck chuckled while sipping his ginger beer. He expected nothing less from the spitfire who stole his best friend’s heart.

“Didn’t you say you were getting harassing letters from an ex?” The arm that had been carelessly thrown over the back of her chair suddenly wrapped around [y/n]’s shoulder pulling closer to John.

“I was exaggerating, John. It was just a letter!” Placing her hand over his, [y/n] squeezed his hand in a silent plea. “Please don’t do anything stupid...” Looking for Buck for support, [y/n] was however, met with the profile of the blonde major.

Bucky chuckled as he watched [y/n]’s attempt to deter him. While he and Gale Clevens may have been opposites, Buck was a true friend. And true friends let other friends knock out the guy bothering his girl. “Won’t be considered anything stupid if it comes to you, sweetheart.”

Between the protective glint in his eyes and baritone voice, [y/n]’s heart began hammering in her chest. Grounding herself in the contrast of his rough hands against her softer ones, she was reminded of who Major John Egan was. “Look if he comes this way then you can be my knight in shining armor but right now can we just go back to flirting and listening to Curt rewrite a story about how amazing his flying is?”

Curt put hands up in defense. “Hey, I am amazing at flying and I don’t rewrite stories, I just…embellish them.”

Hooking an arm around Curt’s neck, Buck tapped a fist against Curt’s chest. “Oh embellish, what a big word for you Curt.”

Deciding that it had been far too long since he had her attention all to himself, John Egan tucked an escaped curl behind her ear before leaning in to whisper. “…So you are flirting with me, Lieutenant? Keep that up and someone might think you like me.”

The warmth of his body and the smell of his aftershave left her all but lightheaded. They had unofficially officially been an item since his second day at the base. When she decided to share her umbrella and laughter with the handsome hapless Major who lost the battle and a shoe to the English mud.

“Oh the horror Bucky…”

“Oh, calling me Bucky, you must really want me to do this for you.” Caressing her the inside of her wrist, John considered if tonight would be the night he could kiss her like he always wanted to. As a promise for it their last first kiss because the night belongs to lovers like them.

“I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you don’t start a bar brawl.” [y/n] supplied in response watching the smile light up across his face, knowing she had opened a can of worms. But she couldn’t say she regretted it; Bucky Egan was the sun and she basked under his warmth.

“Oh, with a request like that how can I say no?… for now.” Sharing in her laughter, John placed a lingering kiss on her cheek.

Sipping his whiskey, John turned back to the group and sought counsel on his new dilemma. “What do you think boys, handsome, the way to go? No, maybe I should go with pretty boy? No, too soft. Mhmm, how about my darling future husband? Now that has a nice ring to it!”

A/N: I apparently have a thing for hand holding... I appreciate any and all feedback!

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Fly Me to the Moon

“I just don’t get it.” Lieutenant [y/n] was only partly lying, she could somewhat understand the appeal. However, she couldn’t have him know that the appeal was mostly him.

Shooting his passenger a handsome grin, Major John Egan effortlessly followed the bend to the Air Field. “Well I gotta show you some time.”

“Do you, though?” To the untrained eye, Bucky Egan’s driving seemed lackadaisical. Hands resting comfortably at 4 and 6 o’clock, aviator glasses covering his blue eyes, mouth chewing gum and sporting an easy smile, he seemed like a man of leisure. But those who were close to him, knew Major Bucky Egan as anything but careless about those close to him. The combination of his confidence, his steadfast leadership and devastatingly handsome looks in that fur lined jacket, she could begin to understand the attraction of flying.

It was enough to make her consider, in the lonely dead of night, about inquiring if she could become the first woman in the Air Force just to see him more, Hilter and those flying deathtraps be damned.

“Of course, there’s nothing like flyin. When I come back we’ll sneak you past Mother Matron Moore and past Kenny.” Waving to the working crewman as he parked, Bucky leaned in conspiratorially. “But we might have to ditch the truck though, wear good walking shoes too.”

Scrunching her nose up after Bucky finished his thought with a tap on her nose, [y/n] shook her head. “Don’t you get into enough trouble Major Egan?”

Chuckling as he rounded his way to her side of the truck, John held his hand out to help [y/n] out. “No, besides, it's why you like me, Lieutenant Goody-Two Shoes.”

“Oh that’s why? I guess I need to rethink my priorities”

Eyes crinkling happily as she had yet to release his hand from her delicate grip, John smiled. He would miss her when he was up in the cold dangerous sky. Her warmth, her mirth, the safety she provided him.

“Oh, are there other reasons?” He beams at [y/n], inching closer to watch the sunlight in her gaze. Major Bucky Egan didn’t need other’s praise. Sure, when Bubbles said he was a great fighter pilot or when Buck said he would follow him anywhere, it was nice to hear. But her praise? Hers was enough to fill his heart with a song he could sing forever and how Bucky Egan loved to sing…

Despite the retort bubbling on the tip of her tongue, [y/n] laughed. “Yes, but your ego is big enough. You don’t need me to inflate it more, otherwise how will your head fit in the cockpit Major?” Tilting her head to the side, [y/n] raises her eyebrows at him. Baiting him into asking for her praise, she had learned early on that he was so transparent around her. It was one of the things that enamored her, never shy, only careful. As if her attention and affection was something to earn and worship.

“Easy,” Mirroring her head tilt, John added lightly. “I'll just kick my copilot out. I’d even allow him a parachute.”

The loud shouts of the crew around her was a balm over the burning heat of his grasp and gaze, the reality of this situation reemerging. Removing her hand from his hold, she instead placed her palm on his chest, and not before noticing the flash of disappointment in the Major’s eyes.

“I’ll make you deal, every mission you come back I’ll tell you another reason I like you.”

He had never thought he was the type of man to get weak in the knees but her earnest proposal sure made him reconsider that. “Now that’s a reason to come back!”

“Now that’s a reason to stay in the air, don’t need your ego getting any bigger John!” Startling them out of their bubble, Major Buck Cleven slapped his best friend’s back.

Bucky knew he was living on borrowed time, the lead pilot couldn’t be late to the mission. So, with his final few seconds, he took the hand off his chest. After raising it to his lips, he brushed his lips against the smooth skin before wishing her farewell.

“Hey Fly Boy,” Raising her voice above the chatter of the crew, she flashed him a smile. “Bring me a souvenir!”

“You got it, Lieutenant!”

A/N: I appreciate any and all feedback! Hope you guys enjoy!

More Than You Know is an unofficial official sequel

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Dandelion Dusk

As the roar of the plane became but an obscure gentle breeze on the horizon, Major John Egan turned back towards his companion. “You’re staring.”

“Yes, I am.” she admitted, hard to deny it when she was caught red handed.

Raising an eyebrow, John smiled at her blunt response. “Why are you staring?”

“Why aren’t you?” [y/n] teased as she gestured to her face before continuing “Do I not look pretty in this sunset?”

“Yes, but….” John began before breaking off and bending down. Returning to his full height, Major John Egan held a dandelion in his large hand.

“See this dandelion?” With a sweeping motion, the major started to gesture widely with the flower as [y/n] watched with an amused gaze, “While most people think they’re garden pests and love to pick them and throw them out. They are actually…”

Following his rapidly decreasing movements and lowering voice, [y/n] leaned in closer to Bucky.

“They are actually a symbol of hope and growth…”, John whispered as he placed the flower behind [y/n]’s left ear. “You may be pretty but now, now you are ethereal.”

Any teasing retort she may have had in her head a minute ago had all but vanished under the softness of John’s gaze.

“You were paying attention.” She responded faintly, as his hand caressed her cheek.

“To you? Always.”

A/N: I appreciate any and all feedback! Hope you guys enjoy!

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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In Sickness and In Jest

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

T/W: Allusion to sex

“I’m going to kill Hangman.” Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw’s voice was typically a rich deep cadence, however, the flu had replaced his voice. Now it was weak, hoarse and nasal leaving the pilot to endure chamomile tea and honey.

“Hush up, you love him.” [y/n] chastised as she perched herself at the edge of what was normally their bed. Since becoming sick, Bradley insisted they sleep separately to save her from what her husband affectionately called “Jake Disease”.

Squinting his eyes in confusion at his wife, Bradley considered her. “The fever must be making me delusional because you did not just say I love Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.”

Rolling her eyes at the dramatics, [y/n] leaned back on her palms regarding the grounded pilot. While he tried to maintain a faux annoyance at his wife, his rapidly blinking eyes as if to warn off sleep, told her a different story. Coupled with his flushed complexion, he looked more like a petulant toddler than an irritated adult. And normally she adored a flushed Bradley. Especially when she caused the flush that ravaged his body, however, she did not enjoy it nearly as much when it was ravaged by Sickness.

With a smirk and a sing-song voice, [y/n] Bradshaw rebuffed his claim. “That’s not what Phoenix told me. I heard there was a hug and a deep confession of gratitude and respect.” Pausing, her voice morphed into a deep tone. “‘Oh Jake, however can I repay you?! You’re the best pilot in the world! I wish I pulled off the Walmart Ken Doll look half as good as you!”

The theatrics weren’t lost on Bradley, he adored how his wife livened his mood on his worst days. However, Bradley’s laugh soon became a series of coughs as his lungs were unable to keep up with the glee. “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”

“Sorry, my love.” With a sheepish smile, [y/n] handed Bradley his glass of water.

Running his hands down his face, Bradley huffed out in annoyance. “God, this sucks. I can’t go to work because I can barely breathe. I can’t watch TV because it makes my headache worse. I can’t taste anything so what is the point of eating?! And worst of all, I can’t cuddle, let alone kiss, my wife who is about to die without my affection.”

Laughing, [y/n] stood up from their bed not missing Bradley’s continued whines as she moved about their bedroom. “I hear naps do wonders for cranky naval pilots.”

“We both know how horribly we sleep alone. It’s our curse.”

Taking a seat against their headboard, she patted her lap. “Who says you're sleeping alone?”

Biting his lower lip to hold on to his last resolve, Bradley heavily considered the enticing sight in front of him. “Hangman already ruined my health, don’t let him get you sick also.”

“That is a risk I’m willing to take. Plus I can’t say I wouldn’t love a chance for you to go full Mother Goose on me, baby.”

Her innocent look of love and adoration completely dissolved Bradley’s resolve. Draping his aching body across her lap, he nuzzled affectionately into her thighs.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad…” Bradley mumbled as sleep began to overtake him as his wife carded her hands through his soft tresses. Despite the lack of proper breathing, sleeping, eating and body pains, it did earn him undivided attention. And Bradley Bradshaw lived for his wife’s attention and affection.

“Remind me to thank Hangm…” Bradley sleepily trailed off as the Sandman’s magic finally worked.

Chuckling to herself, Mrs. Bradshaw made a mental note to never let her husband live this down.

A/N: Please enjoy this sick fic I wrote after two weeks of going MIA! Taglist: @ateliefloresdaprimavera @n3ssm0nique @shadeds-libraryry

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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Sunset Reflections

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Californian notoriety centered around two things; beaches and Hollywood. Combining those two things seemed to be the perfect date idea to many, including a certain Naval pilot and his girlfriend.

“So do you normally like nerdy things like this?” [y/n] questioned as she settled against Bradley on the picnic blanket.

“Star Wars isn’t nerdy. Star Wars is cool.” Leaning on his forearms, Bradley pushed his sweatpants covered knee into [y/n]’s thigh.

Knocking her foot into his, [y/n] watched as the sand arose with her action. “Listen, I like nerdy things as much as the next guy. But guys in capes fighting each other with light swords is true nerd level.”

“I think we have different definitions of nerd, baby.”

[y/n] felt a shiver go down her spine as the words left Bradley’s full lips.

“Are you cold?” Having taken note of her shiver, Bradley sought to ensure [y/n] only ever felt warmth.

“A little.” [y/n] responded bashfully, uncertain of the true origin of her reaction. She supposed it could be a result of the declining temperature of set sun and the sea breeze.

But her other prevailing theory was because of Bradley’s grin while calling her ‘baby’. They had only recently begun to use terms of endearments and [y/n] had always found ‘baby’ to be a cliche. However, with Bradley’s heart stopping smile and his way of looking at her like she was a goddess personified, she found herself thinking it’s the only thing she ever wanted to be called.

[y/n] watched with amusement as Bradley pulled out a plaid blanket from his backpack. “A true Boy Scout, I see.”

“Always gotta be prepared.” Placing the blanket across [y/n]’s lap, Bradley tucked that her legs in tightly in. “Better?”

[y/n] fought to suppress the shudder that threatened to run down her spine again. She felt nothing but warmth as he looked at her. A look which rivaled the heat of the sun, that spoke to multitudes of attraction and attentiveness. A warmth that only Bradley could create and the only warmth [y/n] sought.

“Better.” Affirmed [y/n], appreciative and soft.

Reclaiming his seat, Bradley pulled the woman into his side. From childhood, Bradley always sought physical affection. He knew that when words failed him, he could still send a message. And he loved how [y/n] responded to his messages, a smile, a giggle, a squeeze from her allowed him to map out her feelings.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen a Star Wars movie.” [y/n] laughed as Bradley’s shoulder bumped into her. Enough to send her rocking, but not enough to knock her over.

Turning her body back to Bradley, [y/n] leaned in, allowing her voice to drop. “Never had a reason to, until now that is.”

Leaning in, Bradley matches her vocal volume with a teasing intonation.“Oh, trying to impress me, [last name]?”

Sporting a comical pout, [y/n] let out an exaggerated huff. “Oh darn, you’ve caught onto my dastardly plan.”

With the mischievous gleam in her eyes and upturned lips, Bradley felt himself quiver with anticipation. [y/n] was someone who constantly challenged him, he wasn’t sure if a kiss or quip was coming but he welcomed either.

“You cold?” As if a mirror was held up to them, their previous roles from minutes earlier became switched.

“Nope.”

[y/n] tilted her head to the side as she looked at Bradley skeptically. “You look cold.” From their time together, [y/n] had learned that Bradley was ever the nurturer. Always putting others first and never asking for anything in return. However, [y/n] wondered if he knew he met his match in her because she was stubborn. If he wanted to take care of everyone else, then she would do the same for him.

Grabbing the end of the blanket, [y/n] furthered unfolded the blanket before throwing it across Bradley’s lap. “Better?”

Bradley saw the challenge in [y/n]’s eyes, a challenge that spoke of how she would not back down and how he’d be wise to say yes. A challenge he had seen across his own mother’s eyes a thousand times. “Better.”

“Good.” Cuddling into his expansive body, [y/n] let her head rest against his shoulder.

“If you wanted to cuddle me, all you had to do was ask.” Bradley’s musing reply came as his left arm came to further cradle and share his body heat.

[y/n] pecked Bradley’s neck before returning to her previous position on his neck.“Why ask when you already fell into my trap Lieutenant?”

As their shared laughter reached the ears of the people near them, the annoyed shout of “shhh” only made them laugh more.

A/N: I don’t actually think Star Wars is nerdy but it’s the only thing I could think of when I was writing it so I apologize to anyone I may offend. As always, I love to hear feedback and I appreciate how everyone has been so kind about my other works!

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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Road Trip Rally

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

“Horse!”

The interruption to his singing of “Spice Up Your Life” by the Spice Girls left Bradley with a deadpanned expression . Three and a half hours into an eight hour drive and the couple was currently working their way through their fourth playlist.

“What?” [y/n] asked as she signaled to switch lanes, “It’s the rule!”

“What rule?” Bradley took a sip of his water as he pushed his aviators up the bridge of his nose.

“This just shows how much of an only child you are, Bradshaw.” [y/n] teased.

As a playful threat, Bradley squeezed [y/n]’s right thigh that laid beneath his warm hand.

However, [y/n] found the message to be unclear. Was it a threat of punishment that he would be removing his hand and therefore, attention or if his hand would be traveling northbound to punish her for being mouthy.

His body language offered no answer so [y/n] pressed on. “The rule that anytime you see a cow, horse, whale or any animal of interest while on a car ride you must inform everyone.”

“Okay…”

Offended by his tone of disbelief, [y/n] huffed. “Don’t make me seem crazy! You literally do it when you fly!”

“What?”

“On your six!”

“You’re so cute Mrs. Bradshaw.” Laughing, Bradley was hit with a wave of affection for his wife. “Don’t be mean, Bradshaw!”

The simultaneous buzzing of their phones drew Bradley’s attention away from his favorite sight. Though curious about the incoming text that had her husband chuckling, [y/n] instead focused on the road. “What?”

“Mav sent me a photo of Darcy helping out in the Hard Deck. And by helping, I mean stealing the dish towels.”

“That’s our perfect angel.” [y/n] mused as she thought of their puppy. Darcy was well trained most of the time but she had a mischievous streak. “Just like her mother” was Bradley’s common phrase anytime Darcy misbehaved. But [y/n] knew that her husband was no perfect angel, his track record of sweet talking her into skinny dipping and nearly getting them kicked out of two supermarkets were proof enough.

“I wanna see!” Reaching her hand across the console, [y/n] was met with Bradley holding her hand instead of passing his phone.

“Not when you’re driving!” Bringing their intertwined hands to his mouth, Bradley pressed light kisses to each of her fingers.

Feeling Bradley’s mustache tickle the back of her hand, [y/n] giggled as she felt his lips turn upward against her hand.

“I don’t need you to be more distracted.” But before Bradley could place another kiss on her hand, [y/n] pulled her hand out of his.

“Are you saying I’m a bad driver?” [y/n] asked with playful offense.

“No, I would never! Parking on the other hand…” Rooster Bradshaw replied, biting and affectionate.

“Excuse me? You should know that I still haven’t forgiven you for saying I’m a bad pool player.”

If they had been anywhere but this car, Bradley would have trapped her body against his and kissed the annoyance out of his wife. But unable to leave her breathless and wanting, Bradley settled for further irritation. “So drunk [y/n] remembers that from two years ago but not when I absolutely destroyed Hangman at darts last week?!”

“I was tipsy at most!” Bradley chuckled at [y/n]’s defiant response leaving her to roll her eyes as adjusted her sitting posture. The drive from San Diego to Napa Valley left them on long stretches of the highway and her butt was beginning to hurt.

“Glad to see how much my happiness and trumpets mean to you, baby.” Bradley finished before he stuck his tongue out in retaliation to [y/n].

As an expert in the mannerism and movements of [y/n], Bradley watched her shifting and knew what it meant. “Want to switch again?”

If not confined to the driver’s seat and the obligation of keeping them alive, [y/n] would have leaned over the console and kissed Bradley. His repeated thoughtfulness and ability to be intune with her body, just fueled [y/n]’s adoration. “We still have 5 miles on this so let’s do it then.”

However, a flash of lighting across the sky followed by the rumble of thunder drowned out Bradley’s reply. As the sky opened up, Bradley removed his aviators and addressed [y/n]. Bradley knew [y/n] never enjoyed driving in the rain, especially when there were sheets of rain coming down hard. “Switch now?”

“Yes, please!” [y/n] was quick to reply and quicker to pull the Bronco to a halt on the highway shoulder.

Unbuckling her seatbelt and pushing the seat back, [y/n] began to move until Bradley’s voice stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“To the back so we have room to switch?” However, noting his expectant look, [y/n] let out a laugh. “Oh, I see your game, Bradshaw.”

Giving her an innocent boyish grin, Bradley titled his head. “What game?”

[y/n] Bradshaw was an expert on Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw in her own right. After over four years of researching, observing and exploring Bradley, she knew exactly what he was doing. The torrential downpour that had overtaken their peaceful drive left limited visibility for the road, let alone five-feet in front of them. Therefore, [y/n] knew Bradley wanted to use it as cover to let out the frustration he had been feeling since they rushed out the door at 7AM to drop Darcy off at Penny’s.

“What game?” [y/n] mocked before maneuvering herself over the console to straddle her husband.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Mrs. Bradshaw.” Leaning back in the passenger seat, Bradley dutifully accommodated his wife. “I was just sitting here innocently,” Bradley began as his hands slipped under her shirt, betraying the purity of words. “And you just decided to come onto me.”

[y/n] leans in, subconsciously mirroring Brasdley’s own action. Despite the excitement, rush and heat burning through her by just being in the proximity of her husband, [y/n] presses her lips to his slowly and tenderly. Coaxing his face closer, [y/n] felt a shudder run through her body as he reciprocated eagerly, sliding an arm around her back.

Withdrawing just enough to nudge her nose playfully against his own, [y/n] lets out a breathless chuckle as Bradley begins to drag her Rocky Mountain National Park shirt up her body. “Yes, Lieutenant Bradshaw is the pinnacle of innocence.”

A/N: I appreciate any and all feedback! Hope you guys enjoy! Taglist is open if anyone else wants to be included.

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High Spirits at the Hard Deck

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

A familiar call of “darlin’!” left [y/n] little time to brace before Rooster Bradshaw came barreling towards her. As if forgetting his own stature, [y/n]’s right forearm bumped into the tabletop as she prevented herself from falling off the bar stool as he draped himself over her.

“Hi handsome, you a little drunk?” Running her hands through his locks, [y/n] giggled at her deliciously disheveled husband. Ruffled light brown hair, tousled Hawaiian shirt exposing a tanned left shoulder, and glossy red lips left Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw looking like trouble.

However, instead of responding, Bradley busied himself with nestling into his wife’s neck, a small version of home to him. They had lost each other in the last half hour, Bradley to the piano to sing with his fellow pilots and [y/n] to watch from afar.

“Yeah, Mav and I broke into Penny’s good stuff.” Bradley mumbled as his hands began to circle her body.

With Penny out on her boat, Tommy was left to run the Hard Deck. A choice which left the top shelf open to two charming pilots.

“Good for you, you heroes deserve it.” Running her hand down his back, [y/n] let Bradley attempt to mold their bodies into one. Bradley couldn’t tell her exactly what transpired on the mission but from their emotional reunion she had an inclination. In a familiar position to the one he was in now; Bradley had wept tears of relief into her neck when he disembarked from the naval carrier. Coupled with the whispers she’s overheard all night; she knew Bradley deserved this. Deserved a night of unadulterated fun before the nightmares would set in. Nightmares that would keep them both up, Bradley by force and [y/n] by the choice she made when she fell for him.

Removing himself from her neck and his sunglasses from atop her head, Bradley placed his signature glasses on before turning his attention to his wife. Pushing his glasses down the bridge of his nose, Lieutenant Bradshaw gave her a sultry look. “You know what I also deserve?”

But before [y/n] could provide her own retort, a familiar figure broke their bubble.

“Hi Mrs. Bradshaw!” Came Maverick’s greeting as he crashed into the nearby stool.

Despite Penny’s absence, Maverick had stuck around in Fightertown. When [y/n] had found him in their bungalow sharing pizza and beer with Bradley, the implication of reconciliation was clear. She was just thankful he had the mind to show up four hours after they returned giving her proper time to care for his husband. Care that began with patching the various scraps and bruises littering his body with medicine. But care that progressed to comfort sought in each other’s embrace. Comfort that allowed them to impress their devotion to each other with spoken words as well their hands, lips and body.

“Mav invited us to visit his hanger tomorrow, baby!” Sharing in Bradley’s infectious smile, [y/n] enjoyed the childlike excitement he exuded. Looking around the bar, she noticed it was the same excitement all the returning pilots shared. Hangman and Phoenix were currently by the jukebox arguing about the best Queen song. Coyote was showing off what he called his “sick dance skills” as Fanboy offered critique in the form of thumbs up and down. Payback was currently missing but so was the nurse he was sweet talking earlier. And poor Bob was passed out underneath a pool table thanks to all the shots Hangman had treated him to.

“Maybe not tomorrow since I have a feeling you two will be too hungover.”

After placing a kiss on his cheek, [y/n] watched with amusement at Bradley's attempt to sit on her lap despite their notable size difference and his inebriated state.

“You married a smart one, Roos.” Maverick spoke to himself more than anyone else as he watched the young couple getting lost in each other.

With a smile that Maverick thought would rival Goose’s, Rooster did not break his gaze from his wife as he spoke in earnest. “Isn’t she the best?”

Bradley moved to kiss her cheek in return but stopped short as the jukebox song switched. “Hangman loves this song! We gotta sing now, baby! You get to the piano, and I’ll pull the jukebox plug!”

And just as quick as he came in, Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw disappeared to cause trouble like the man she knew and loved.

Sharing a smile with Maverick, [y/n] took his outstretched hand. [y/n] knew that whatever comes next, the three of them would face it together, as a family.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you to everyone who read, liked, commented, reblogged!

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Decisions at Daylight

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Navy life dictated rigidity. Bradley Bradshaw knew this well both growing up around the Navy as a child and becoming a sailor himself.

From childhood, Bradley Bradshaw rose with the sun. By the time he joined the Navy, the practice was motoric. If desired, he could sleep late but those were reserved for days when he had endless freetime. Today was not that day, he shipped out at 6PM and he rathered [y/n] company more than that of Morpheus.

A sentiment she shared when she joined him for coffee and croissants at 8AM before they made their way to the grocery store. As much as Bradley loved exciting adventure filled dates, he loved domesticity most. The comfort and ease of walking the aisles joking around and talking about their days in the same breath discussing if they needed cottage cheese.

“It’s so cold in here.” [y/n] commented as she watched Bradley pursue the dairy products.

“We’ll be quick.” Bradley replied as he watched her wrap her arms around her body.

“Come here.” Guiding her in front of the shopping cart, Bradley trapped her body against his. With his hands on either side of the cart, [y/n] happily sighed as her back met his chest allowing her to steal Bradley’s warmth.

Leaning up, [y/n] pecked Bradley’s chiseled jaw in gratitude and enjoyed the smile that overtook his face as if the simple act of affection was like winning the lottery. However, unbeknownst to [y/n], to Bradley it was.

Meandering through the aisles, [y/n] let Bradley guide her. Though meticulous about his plane, as he knew system checks by heart, this did not extend to his grocery needs. Bradley spent limited time in his apartment, it never felt like a home to him because of detachments. Therefore, he prefered to be at [y/n]’s for its warmth generated both her and her presence filling it.

So Bradley kept a sparse panty and fridge and tended to shop the aisles looking for something to interest him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” [y/n] asked after two minutes of tense filled silence as her boyfriend stared at cereal boxes.

“I’m trying to decide between Lucky Charms or HoneyCombs.” came Bradley’s distant response as he considered his options.

[y/n] knew of Bradley’s regimented cereal eating. Carole Bradshaw apparently went through a health kick when he was ten resulting in him only associating eating sugary cereal on weekends.

“I see a tough choice.” As a child raised solely on sugar cereals, [y/n] found the practice to be barbaric, a thought she shared with Bradley previously.

“Not everyone was raised with such a sweet tooth like you.” Bradley scolded in her ear before placing a kiss on her temple.

“Well no wonder I like you then, huh sweet boy?” Turning around, allowing her front to be pressed against Bradley’s, [y/n] let her lips wander across his jaw.

Placing a hand in her back pocket as a warning because this woman truly tested his patience, Bradley used his unoccupied hand to grab a box of Lucky Charms before reaching again.

Leaning back, [y/n] looked into the cart. “Wait, I thought you were only getting one sugar cereal?”

“Yeah, one for me and one for you.” Watching her turn back towards him, Bradley cherished the look of adorable confusion across her face.

“Why wouldn’t I have your favorite cereal at my place?”

[y/n] knew she shouldn’t be shocked by Bradley’s sincerity and thoughtfulness considering how often he showcased it but she found herself again at a loss.

“You paid attention.” With a tone of breathless disbelief, [y/n] tried to remember when she told Bradley her favorite cereal. Countless mornings he’s probably witnessed her eating Froot Loops and seen it in her cabinet. But the only time she could recall explicitly talking about it was on their second date but that was months ago.

Using his forefinger to tilt her face towards him, Bradley looked deeply into [y/n]’s. His thumb stroked her cheek as a boyish smile came across his handsome face. “To you? Always.”

In that moment, [y/n] decided that this pilot would be the death of her. To be so romantic in a grocery store? She was equally enamored and offended by how nonchalant he was. Deciding to let the enamored side win, she leaned forward. [y/n] had intended for the kiss to not even be a kiss, but rather an innocent brush of their lips. However, as her lips met Bradley’s, she found them waiting. Waiting to share his equal infatuation and fluttering heartbeat with her.

A harsh exclamation of “Excuse me!” brought face to face with a disapproving woman. Bradley’s charmingly apologetic smile was met with a look of disdain before the woman wheeled her cart and child off.

“Miss [last name] you’re a troublemaker, always getting me in trouble.” Bradley squeezed her ass as he watched [y/n] lean in and wink at him.

“You love it.”

“I do.” Bradley replied with a radiant smile.

Biting her lip to retain her last threads of self control considering she wasn't trying to get them banned from the store.“Don’t smile, bad smile!” Shaking her head, [y/n] attempted to look away from Bradley’s smile in fear of what she would do when faced with that beautiful grin.

Returning his hand to her chin, Bradley cupped her cheek before pecking her lips.

“EW!”

“Who’s the troublemaker now, Lieutenant?” [y/n] teased with a raised eyebrow as they watched a 10 year old boy make puking noises in their direction.

Bradley never had a problem with public displays of affection, however, he was beginning to learn that people in this grocery store apparently didn’t share the same sentiment.

A/N: Thank you to all my new followers and anyone reading! I hope you guys enjoyed! Credit: The quote of “You paid attention.” “To you? Always” is from the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel so credit for that line goes to the writers of the show.

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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I just got my wisdom teeth out and was wondering if I could have either a rooster or hangman fic with reader who just had her wisdoms out too! The chipmunk look is not it.

Hi, I sadly don’t take requests/suggestions at the moment because I start/stop ideas and I never want to agree to something and then never fulfill it.

I’m so sorry but I hope you feel better and just know, I’m sure you pull off the chipmunk cheeks better than most ❤️

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The Three Bears

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Bradley Bradshaw never slept well without [full name].

However, there were times when it was unavoidable, such as detachment or bachelor/bachelorette weekends or the early days of their relationship when he couldn’t seem like a codependent puppy who wanted nothing but her love and attention.

The nights without her were long and lonely. He usually found himself hugging a pillow as a poor imitation to the softness of her body. Until tonight, Bradley thought those nights were terrible but tonight he learned something worse. He learned the true torture of being few feet away from his love and not being able to hold her.

Sighing, Bradley rolled onto his back and stared at the wooden planks above him. Realizing that he wasn’t going to sleep any time soon, Bradley began to reach for his phone. However, the sound of [y/n]’s shuffling had him pausing as a plan formulated in his head. As [y/n] let out her own sigh, Bradley threw off his blanket and whispered “incoming” as he executed his mission.

Just as quick as a whisper of “what” left [y/n]’s lips, those rosy lips turned into an amused smile as she noticed her boyfriend climbing up the bunk bed’s ladder.

With a second to spare, [y/n] moved closer to the wall as Bradley let out another hushed “incoming” before occupying the empty space.

The twin sized mattress of the bunk bed was not made for two adults, let alone a 6 foot broad navy pilot and his girlfriend but sacrifices had to be made.

“Miss me?” Bradley whispered into contours of [y/n]’s neck as he pulled her in.

“Always” came [y/n]’s hushed reply before she placed a kiss to the top of Bradley’s head. Sleeping without Bradley was always a struggle, she missed the valleys and plains of his body and his soft breathing in her ear. “But better be quiet so that we don’t wake the sleeping bear.”

The mention of the sleeping bear had Bradley raising his head and peering over the bed railing’s edge. The sleeping bear on the air mattress on the floor seemed none the wiser that her aunt’s boyfriend ditched his own bed and joined her.

The couple was not sleeping in separate beds due to the bed size or at [y/n]’s parents' request. If anything, her parents didn’t seem to mind, especially when her father’s comment of “just don’t have too much fun since the walls are thin” left both Bradley and [y/n] red in the face.

No, they were sleeping in separate beds because of a five year old. A five year old who was his rival for the title of [y/n]’s favorite person. And Bradley knew she was stiff competition considering [y/n] spent the first two years of her life watching her everyday and now, seeing each other at least once a week like the great aunt [y/n] is.

Bradley had spent the whole day in a playful competition for [y/n]’s attention. When he first met [niece’s name] four months ago, it was a real competition. But Bradley won her over with his charm and goofiness that it became a game.

But the game spilled over to bedtime which resulted in them all being punished. With reluctance, everyone went into their beds alone with [y/n]’s promise of a goodnight kiss. However, even that wasn’t free from rivalry. A challenge was set to see who can get the most kisses until [y/n] put her foot down.

However, the last kiss was given by Bradley to her niece leaving [y/n] to feel nothing but love and longing. Longing for her own children with the naval officer who made sure her niece was comfortably tucked in before commitment to plans of adventures and sweets tomorrow.

Snuggling into his chest, [y/n] gave Bradley an unfair edge to her niece as she began to leave light kisses up his neck onto his jaw. Placing a gentle kiss on his lips as if any more pressure would alert her niece, [y/n] separated a second later. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Bradley replied. With a thumb stroking her cheek, Bradley let himself enjoy the moonlight view of [y/n].

However, their moment was ruined by a whine. “Hey! No fair!”

But before either adult could offer an explanation or locate the voice, the sound of ladder climbing began. Rising to ensure the child’s safe passage, [y/n] was met with the face of her pouting niece.

From his vantage point lying back, Bradley watched in amusement as [niece’s name] reached the top bunk and quickly jumped on [y/n], knocking the elder [last name] over.

“OW!”

“Ha! Jungle Boy wins again!” was the only response the child answered as she sat triumphantly on top of her aunt’s stomach. The mention of the five-year old’s favorite WWE wrestler turned his amusement turn into laughter. Like her aunt, [niece’s name] was an unexpected joy and treasure who could talk about her favorite Disney Princess and WWE wrestler in the same breath.

“I’m not down for 10 counts!” [y/n] cradled her niece’s head before rolling them both and leaving [niece’s name] open for tickles.

After two rounds of tickles leaving both [last name] girls breathless and giggly, [y/n] was flushed with adoration for the two people she was cuddled up with.

“We’re all supposed to be asleep.” And as much as she adored them both, she knew she had to be the adult. Bradley gave in to her niece too easily, even though when she mentioned it to him he flustered her by saying “well she looks like you, so how could I not?”

Bradley smiled as he watched a sparkle of mischief overtake [niece’s name]’s eyes, a look Bradley knew all too well having watched it cross [y/n]’s a million times.

“Ok, Good night!” [niece’s name] replied before placing her head on above [y/n]’s heart. Following suit, Bradley put his one head on [y/n]’s chest.

“In our own beds!” Despite her annoyed tone and increased weight on her chest, [y/n] lovingly rubbed both Bradley and [niece name]’s backs.

“No, I think we’re good, right [niece’s name]?” Bradley teased cuddling [niece's name].

“Yes! Love you Roo!” [niece’s name] agreed before removing her head and kissing her aunt again. “And I love you most [y/nickname]!”

“Love you too, you little troublemaker.” Bradley responded after audibly grasping at the offense.

“I love you too.” [y/n] replied hoping to stop the bickering before it began again.

A comfortable silence overtook the trio, leaving Bradley to feel the drowsiness settle into his body as he nuzzled further into [y/n]’s warmth.

He never slept well without [y/n] but now that he was in her arms, he knew he would sleep well. Sleep well despite the fact that he was sweating, uncomfortably pushed against the railing and there was a child sized foot digging into his ribs. He would take a thousand nights like this if it meant he could continue to cuddle up with [y/n], her niece or their own child. To have their own little amalgamation of love who would have [y/n]’s mischief and his zest for life or any variation of them, made him feel alive and excited for the future.

“Move Roo, you’re too big!”

“Well, you’re too small!”

And the sound of shuffling filled the room once more.

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! I can't thank everyone enough for all the positive praise I've gotten on my previous writing!

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Midnight Memories

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fiancée!reader

T/W: Allusions to sex

“You should wear this and only this,” was the first thing [y/n] said as she came upon her fiancé in the kitchen. Bradley Bradshaw had the body and confidence to pull off anything. Laughing to herself, the future Mrs. Bradshaw mused how that apparently extended to her stolen worn out college t-shirt and a pair of hideous heart decorated pink satin boxers.

Putting his bowl of cereal on the countertop, Bradley shimmed his body for her with utter abandonment. They had parted in their bedroom after testing if the bath could in fact fit two people. With science and his fiancée satisfied, Bradley left [y/n] in the bedroom as he went in search of clothes and found this outfit. His things were haphazardly packed and dispersed among various incorrectly labeled boxes. He had claimed it was because of the two detachments and their wedding being a month away, but he knew [y/n] had her doubts.

“Should I be jealous that you’re wearing an ex’s present?” [y/n] asked with a raised eyebrow as Rooster took a bite of his Froot Loops.

“They’re actually a gift from my mom.” Pausing to take another bite, [y/n] took the opportunity to move in closer. “Carole Bradshaw always loved a bargain and thought these discount Valentines boxers were a necessary purchase.”

“Well clearly, have you seen your ass?” Punctuating her statement, [y/n] placed a loving smack to his ass.

Abandoning his spoon, Bradley gave her a warning smile before he picked her up and placed her on the countertop. Slotting himself between her awaiting thighs, Bradley took in their shared surroundings. Their starter home was a three-bedroom ranch style house with a deck and large backyard in San Diego. Though overrun with boxes due to the late arrival of furniture, it already felt like home.

Looking at the mantle, Bradley felt tears rush to his eyes at the intermingling of their photos. He felt the familiar rush of love for [y/n] because of the care she took to organize it. She gave each photo the proper care and attention as if to show gratitude to people who got them to this point in their life. Even going as far to put the last photo he took with Maverick. Although not visible, it was still there like the influence Maverick still had on his life despite their Cold War. The mantle was completed by the center display case. Inside the display case was the F-18 his father gave to him before he died. For their one-year anniversary, [y/n] had it repainted and fixed after the years of wear and tear. He appreciated how she understood his sentimentality towards the object that reminded him of his father and helped foster his dreams and the man he was today.

Noticing the mist overtake Bradley’s chocolate eyes, [y/n] wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders. “You okay?” Playing with the baby hairs at the base of his skull, [y/n] watched as he blinked the tears away.

Breaking his revelry, Bradley turned his attention to his love. “Yeah, just thinking about how much I love you.”

Returning her own sentiment of love, [y/n] then wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him nearer. “Our kitchen chairs are the only furniture we do have, you know.”

“Yeah, but you’d be so far away and then I can’t do this.” With a flash of a boyish grin, Bradley crashed his lips into [y/n]’s. His tongue slips inside mouth, gentle but demanding but [y/n] does little to stop him and instead smiles at the remnant taste of sugary cereal on Bradley's tongue.

Breaking too soon for her liking, [y/n] chased Bradley’s lips. Allowing her to brush her lips against his, Bradley mumbled the song lyrics that had been swimming in his mind. “I was a lost boy when I met you.”

Because he was a lost boy when they met. He was proud of his career in the Navy, despite an unexpected beginning resulting in four years spent at UVA and a poli-sci degree. He worked his way up from a petty officer to a naval aviator. A lieutenant that graduated top of his class at Top Gun by his own merits with hopes that he made his parents proud. But Bradley found it hard to find a place to land safely after his only remaining family member betrayed him.

That is until he met [y/n]. He knew [y/n] was always going to be there to welcome him back and love him, even when an ocean apart. It’s why he chose this home for them. Bradley was forever grateful for [y/n]’s support in his career despite knowing how his constant leaving was hard for them both. He chose this home for its location with the knowledge that one day he would happily retire as a father and become a Top Gun instructor. Close to the San Diego naval base and a two-hour drive from Top Gun, he could be home to see his future wife and child before they’d outgrow it because of the baseball team worth of children he planned to have.

In recognition of the song, [y/n] knotted her fists in his shirt and pulled him harder against her. The action caused Bradley to groan softly, low in his throat. He continued to kiss her, each time with increasing urgency, cupping her face between his burning hands. [y/n] had first played this song for him the night of their first date. Stealing his AUX cord after they returned to the car, wet and out of breath from playing in the surf, [y/n] promised him a band that she knew he would love. And she was right. The synthwave music of The Midnight became the playlist for his nostalgia for 1980’s music, car ride sing-a-longs and shared listening parties with [y/n] when separated.

Between shuddering breaths, [y/n] breathily asked. “Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Show me the way home, honey.” With the taste of her still on his lips, Bradley secured his arms around her thighs and walked them down the hallway to their bedroom.

A/N: Fun fact, ever since writing my first Bradley work, I’ve tried (and failed) to incorporate The Midnight's music because I just know he would love them. Thank you again to everyone who's still reading my work!

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