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withahappyrefrain · 1 month

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for those smutty prompts you reblogged ☺️ 29, which also goes pretty well with 7 too 💁🏼‍♀️

They do and they fit Birdie and Roo very well!

Warnings: Bradley's hands, reader has a nickname (no appearance described), smut, mentions of insecurities, did I mention Bradley's hands?

You should've noticed it earlier. Any other time when you weren't at your job, when you didn't have to be a professional.

But when Bradley went to give one of your students a high five, the stark juxtaposition of his hand compared to an eight year old's was astounding.

They were huge.

You wanted to entwine your hand with his, to feel his calloused fingertips. You wanted to feel them all over your body, particularly your throat.

But you were at your job. He was here to talk about his job for Career Day, filling in for a last minute cancellation.

So instead, you cleared your throat, "Let's give a big thank you to Mr. Bradshaw for coming in!"

Your professionalism nearly faltered when his hand laid itself on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

"I'll see you later?" Bradley whispered, brown eyes full of hope.

One could see your quiet nod as a way to not draw attention to the interaction.

But you knew the truth. It was to keep yourself from saying something highly inappropriate in front of twenty third graders.

After your illy-timed revelation, it felt like the universe was doing everything within it's power to draw attention to Bradley's hands.

When you came home, you found Bradley in your kitchen, long fingers splayed out across one of your cabinets as his other hand worked to tighten a screw. His brows were knitted together in concentration, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out between his teeth as he focused.

His sweet brown eyes lit up when he saw you at the doorway of the kitchen.

"You'd think for how much your landlord charges, they'd have the decency to make sure all the screws are on tight."

It was such a sweet gesture. You hadn't mentioned it at all, meaning he must have noticed it himself. He took the time to grab his toolbox, bring it over here, and begin fixing it himself.

And all you could do was stare at his hands.

"Birdie? You okay?" His question broke you out of your trance.

"Oh yeah! Thanks Roo," you quickly kissed his warm cheek before excusing yourself to change.

This was bad. It was too early in the relationship to say something. You two had only slept together a handful of times. You still fucked in missionary there was no way you could ask him to choke you.

And what if he wasn't into that? What if he thought it was weird? Wouldn't be the first guy. But the difference now was that you really liked Bradley. You could see a future with him and he felt the same way.

The last thing you needed was to make him run for the hills.

So when you went into the kitchen after changing, you focused on reheating leftovers. Not the way Bradley was playing with Ladybug in the living room, those God damn hands scratching the dog's belly much to her delight.

This plan was going pretty well, until you felt large palms skimming across your bare thighs, a broad chest pressed against your back.

"Are those new?" Bradley asked, referring to the soft lounge shorts you had on.

"Uh yeah. They were on sale so I decided to treat myself," you quietly explained. God, his hands covered so much of your flesh. The way they gently kneaded the soft muscle of your thighs was heavenly combined with the hairs of his mustache brushing against your neck.

"D-do you like them?" Your voice was shaky, though it was an honest question. Okay, maybe you were trying to distract yourself again because thinking of the least attractive thing wasn't taking your mind off the way his fingers had slipped underneath the hem of your shorts.

Usually thinking of the way Stephen King wrote female characters always did trick. At least it did until Bradley Bradshaw came along.

"Love 'em. Love when you show off your thighs," he rasps in your ear.

"Really?" It was never a body part you noticed. In fact, you tried not to think about your thighs and the stretch marks that danced along the skin there or how much space they took up when you sat down.

Bradley nods before placing a soft kiss on your cheek, "Yeah. Don't get me wrong, I love everything about you Birdie."

His declaration makes your heart flutter.

"Guess I've always been a thigh guy? But yeah, your's are pretty damn amazing." You don't have to turn around, the small chuckle he lets out at the end indicates he's flustered.

When you turn around, you're met with rosy cheeks and bashful eyes. Bradley ducks his head into the crook of your neck, placing small kisses along your jawline.

His admission makes you feel at ease, your worries melting away. Your hands find his, several of your fingers wrapping around only one of his.

"I...I like your hands. A lot," you admit.

Bradley's mouth stills, "Really?"

You giggle, "Yeah. Like how big they are. Like how they feel when I hold them."

His mouth moves upward, now against the shell of your ear, "Saw you looking at them earlier. Is that all you were thinking about? Holding them?"

You could say yes and Bradley will drop it. He's had his suspicions about you, that there was more than you lead on when it came to the bedroom. Little things here and there have led him to believe it, as well as that you needed someone to open that door for you.

"I...." You took a deep breath, "I like how your fingers feel inside of me. And....I want to know how they'd feel around my throat."

The groan Bradley let out was gutteral, causing your thighs to clench.

"Jesus fucking Christ Birdie." For a brief moment, anxiety raced through your mind. You had messed up, had gone too far.

But then Bradley's mouth crashed against yours, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he picked you up. While the sudden show of strength made your head spin, it was feeling his erection that made you wonder why you worried in the first place.

Once you were placed on the counter, Bradley's hands trailed up your body, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh. His fingers reminded you that you had opted to go braless when you changed, the deft digits paying particularly close attention to your breasts.

All you could do was hold on, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. Before you could even mark up that pretty neck of his, Bradley's hand found yours. His fingers spanned the entirety of your throat.

The grip he had on your neck forced you to look up, allowing Bradley's lips to crash against yours. It was dizzying, how small he made you feel.

Then his hand pressed against your throat and you were a goner. Broken moans filled your kitchen, your hips rutting against Bradley's in a feeble attempt to get more of him.

His other hand slipped past the waistband of your shorts, your body arching into his when his fingers skimmed the thin fabric of your panties.

You loved his touch. You were pretty sure you loved him too but that was a future you problem.

And all too soon, it was gone- his hand around your throat, the other rubbing your clothed core.

If it weren't for the cloud of anxiety beginning to form in your brain, you may have been able to say something witty, like taking it back to the bedroom. But that would require your brain to not jump to the worst conclusion, such as Bradley realizing how weird it was to be obsessed with hands.

Before you could say anything, Bradley dropped to his knees, now at eye level with your lap.

His long fingers trailed up your legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They finally stopped at the waistband of your shorts.

Shit.

Yes, you knew Bradley was coming over. God, you even had the chance to change into something more appealing than the plain underwear that could only be described as 'granny panties'. And yet, it completely slipped your mind that perhaps you and Bradley would be doing something more intimate this evening.

Alright, that was a lie. You had been hoping that would be the case, but expecting it would be rude.

So you went to apologize, like you always did. Apologize for not being sexy enough, thoughtful enough, not considerate enough-

Bradley's mouth silenced you as soon as it latched onto one of your bare thighs. Your fingers found his sun kissed hair, clinging onto the roots to stay somewhat stable, which was extremely difficult considering the attention Bradley was giving to your thighs.

You thought he would give them a kiss or two, maybe a bite and then move on.

Instead, Bradley had developed an unpredictable pattern when it came to your thighs. A bite here, sometimes followed by his tongue lapping over the mark, other times his lips pressing open mouthed kisses over your skin.

It was nice. Borderline unusual, considering those you dated in the past hardly spent anytime on one specific body part. Was he doing this because of your unappealing underwear?

No. Bradley said he liked-no-loved your thighs. And Bradley Bradshaw actually meant what he said.

The seed of doubt that had tried to grow in your mind withered away with each kiss, with each love bite and mark he placed on your thighs. With every action done by his stupidly talented mouth, worries about what you were wearing faded away.

Instead, you could just enjoy the insanely attractive man who was in between your legs.

God, he was so fucking hot. In such a short time, he had mastered your body, knowing the perfect amount of pressure when he sunk his teeth into your skin. His fingers gripped your soft flesh, hard enough to leave hand-shaped bruises but soft enough to still be pleasurable.

Tension melted off your body. Your head lolled back, mind focused on how enjoyable it was-

Oh.

This is what it was supposed to be like all along, wasn't it?

"Birdie? You okay baby?" When you opened your eyes, Bradley was at eye level with you.

You could only let out a confused huh.

"You stopped making those cute noises." He thought those were cute? You had been trying to hold back, not wanting to be too loud.

Maybe you should be louder.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just enjoying myself," you said sheepishly.

Bradley shook his head, "Nothing you have to apologize for."

When you looked up, he was giving you that earnest smile that made your heart flutter.

It's that exact smile that gives you the courage to learn forward and kiss him, trying to pour as much passion as one can with one simple action.

Your body arches into his, fingers weaving through those soft curls.

One of Bradley's hands snaked down your body, going past the waistband of your panties. A jolt of electricity went up your spine upon feeling his fingers brush against your soaked core.

When his fingers traced over your entrance, you didn't hold back.

Which was great for Bradley, as the desperate moan you let out made his cock twitch.

Of course his fingers were quick and talented, considering his job. You just never considered how it would translate to the bedroom (or kitchen in this case). The first time he thrusted his fingers inside of you, you thought it was a fluke. It had been ages since someone had touched you, which explained why you came so quickly.

But now? You knew better.

Your small kitchen was quickly filled with the sounds of your moans and heavy breathing. Each time his fingers stroked that one spot, you saw stars behinds your eyelids.

How did he find it so quickly?

When his thumb reached up to draw circles on your clit, all you could say was his name over and over again.

Your head felt like cotton, but in a good way. Maybe he could feel the heat radiating off of your body, but for once you didn't care. A particularly hard yank of his locks earned you a low, guttural growl from Bradley, making your walls clench around his fingers.

His free hand quickly found the sides of your neck, squeezing just enough to make a broken wail fall from your lips.

You were fucking gorgeous like this, ears teary from pleasure, lips parted. Bradley had a strong feeling there was more than what you had initially shown him. But that strong wall of reservation had broken down over time. Seeing you like this was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

"Br-Bradley," you barely got out, as he changed the angle of his hand, his fingers now able to thrust deeper inside you. Fuck, were you hearing yourself? Did he make you that wet?

It was absolutely certain.

"Yeah?" His voice was smooth like honeyed wine, "You gonna come for Mrs. Bradshaw?"

Fuck.

All at once it hit you like a tidal wave. Your hips jerked erratically, desperate to get as much of his fingers as possible, trying to ride out the wave as much as possible.

Thank god he didn't stop. You were addicted to the pure bliss that was running through your veins. No worries, seeds of doubt miles away. All you could focus on was the gorgeous man in front of you who was making you see stars.

You could process what he said later.

For now, you just rode it out.

"So fucking pretty like this," He rasped in your ear, fingers continuing their ministrations, "Y'know that?" All you could do was weakly nod, sensitivity beginning to overtake your body as you were pulled back to that pleasurable edge.

"Yeah, you're my pretty girl. All mine." The declaration made your head spin.

"A-All yours-Bradley!"

This time when you came, your hands clutched the soft fabric of his shirt, clinging onto him for dear life. Second orgasms were really a thing? You always thought that your inability to experience it in the past indicated that something was wrong with you.

You were beginning to learn the problem wasn't always you.

When he pulled out, his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you in for a hug. Bradley quietly rocked you back and forth, pressing soft kisses to your temple.

"You good Birdie girl?" He asked, the smile evident in his voice.

You nodded, a dozy grin appearing on your face, "Yeah I just-wow. Never came twice before. Thought it was a myth or something."

"I think you've just been with shit people," Bradley stated, feeling comfortable enough to finally address it.

"I think you're right," your arms around his waist and your head settled against his chest.

"I-sorry about what I said earlier," Bradley muttered.

Oh yeah. That was something to talk about.

"The Mrs. Bradshaw thing?" you asked.

Heat rushed to Bradley's cheeks as he rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, "Yeah....I'm sorry if that weirded you out. You were just really pretty-I mean you're always pretty-"

"It's not the first time you've called me that." You felt calm talking about it. Part of that was seeing Bradley visibly nervous.

You did what you would have wanted someone to do. You take his hands into yours, giving them a gentle squeeze as you looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I mean it. I don't mind at all. It was actually....sweet but also kinda hot," you admitted, feeling heat rise to your face.

Bradley raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Oh God are you going to use this against me?"

"Absolutely I am." Before you could even protest, Bradley had already picked you up.

"C'mon Mrs. Bradshaw, I'm far from done with you."

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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DPU Characters as incorrect quotes part five!!

Bradley: We can't lose. Because we have this. *Points to his chest*

Scout: We have heart?

Bradley: Heart? What? No, me. I'm pointing at myself. I'm going to get us the hell out of here.

Jake: You fainted, do you remember anything?

Bunny: Only the ambulance ride.

Bradley: That wasn’t an ambulance ride, I drove you.

Bunny: But, I heard a siren?

Bradley: That was Bob.

Bob: Sorry, I got nervous.

Jake: We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare.

Bob: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.

Jake: Not when you're playing with Scout, it's not. She puts words like "ephemeral" and I put "dog".

Jake: Here, Scout, we made you a cake as a peace offering.

Scout: Thanks, you two, that's—

Scout: ...wait. Why are you giving me a peace offering?

Bradley: ...We'd hate to ruin the surprise.

Scout: Do you ever shut the fuck up?

Jake: Scout! I thought you knew me well enough to know the answer to that question!

Bob : Is something burning?

Bunny : My burning love for you of course!

Bob : …

Bunny: …

Bunny : And the kitchen is on fire…

Bunny: Who's in charge here?

Bradley, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

Scout: I hate you with every inch of my body!

Jake: That’s not a lot of inches.

Bradley: You know, I used to play back in my gory days.

Bunny: You mean glory days?

Bradley: Ah, that too.

Scout: Quick, give me something blunt!

Jake: You have a hard time letting people in and trusting individuals.

Scout: I meant an object!

Bradley: Where are you hearing this? What's your source?

Bunny: I lurk in a lot of places.

Bob: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars.

Bob, gesturing to Bradley and Jake fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!

Javy: When we first met you, we thought you were weird and annoying.

Mickey:

Reuben:

Bob:

Jake: And?

Javy: And you are.

Bradley, entering a supposedly haunted building: Hey there, Demons! It’s me, ya boy.

Birdie: I think we should just tell Bunny. She'd probably understand! She has very kind eyes.

Bradley: She hit me with a frying pan once, Birdie. And it's not like it is in the cartoons. That shit hurts.

Jake: ...And that concludes the plan! Rooster, you’re up.

Bradley, stepping in front of the others: Alright, time to see if you little shits were paying attention.

Bradley: *Starts playing Kahoot music*

Bradley: You don’t need perfect people to make a perfect team, Mav. You need people whose flaws feed into each other. It’s- Jake, what do you call it again?

Jake: Synergy, Roo.

Bob: Co-dependency.

*At the police station*

Scout: I’m here for my boyfriend.

Desk Sergeant: Who’s your boyfriend?

Scout: You must be new here.

U.S. Marshal Simpson: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

Scout, leaning over to Jake: How tall are you again?

Jake: I'm asking permission to marry your sister.

Benjamin: What is this, the dark ages? You know what? Since you've asked, no you cant, beat me in a duel first.

Birdie: I don't know why people think I don't know how to kiss. I read about it in books.

Bob: I’m glad you could all make it. We need to discuss finances today.

Bradley: Um... it’s just me?

Bob: I know. You owe me twenty bucks.

Bunny: I like being on my own. I’m better off this way. I’m a lone wolf, a loner.

Bunny: Alone. All alone. Forever

Bunny:

Bunny, clearing her throat: What’s a wolf gotta do to get a hug around here?!

*Bunny is immediately tackled by Bob.*

Bradley: Where is my fucking gun?

Birdie: Bradley, there are children here. Please use proper language.

Bradley: May I ascertain the current whereabouts of my fucking gun?

Scout: Bye Bob!

Scout: Bye Jake!

Scout: Bye Bradley!

Scout: Bye Javy!

Scout: Bye Bob!

Bunny: You said ‘bye Bob’ twice.

Scout: I like Bob.

Birdie: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Scout: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Bradley: Three of us saw it, Scout. How do you explain that?

Scout: *points at Bradley* Sleep deprivation. *points at Bob* Paranoia. *points at Jake* Delusional personality disorder.

Jake: *Screams*

Scout: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Bob: Should we do something?!

Bradley, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

#dhtn!jake #dhtn #dhtn!jake and scout #don't hang'em til noon #sits #sits!bradley and birdie #sits!bradley #singing in the sancturary #otd #otd!bob and bunny #otd!bob #outrun the devil #jake and scout #bradley and birdie #bob and bunny #dpu #dagger posse universe

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hangmansgbaby · 10 months

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Spent some time searching for pics for G&L….

Enjoy the couple vibes I found

Jake & Emory

Bob & Birdie

Bradley & Attie

Mickey & Nadia

Nat & Fern

Reuben & Jayde

Javy & Nikki

Best couples I’ve ever written! Okay bye🫠

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#cm gunpowder & lead #cm mm gunpowder & lead #mm gunpowder & lead #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun x reader #jake & emory seresin #bob & birdie floyd #attie blake & bradley bradshaw #mickey & nadia garcia #nat trace & fern spades #reuban fitch & jayde smith #javy machado & nikki james #persephone & the furies #hades & the spartans

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jhopezwrld · 7 months

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90% sure i just came across a real life version of bradley bradshaw on bumble dudes even in the military 😭😭 tell me this is not some stupid ass shit he’d put in his bio like omg

#top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #rooster #top gun #birdy tweets

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callmemana · 4 months

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Dad Hats & The Squads:

I don’t really know why, but if the dagger squad and chaos squad were to have a best dad hat competition these are the hats I think each member would wear. Please feel free to add to them if you find a better one. 🥰 Thank you for coming to my TedTalk!

Previous🧢|Next✨|

Hangy:

Roos:

Coyote:

Payback:

Fanboy:

Bob:

Phoenix:

Omaha:

Harvard:

#callmemana #birdie chirps #robert floyd #birdsmasterlist #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #natasha trace #brigham lennox #neil vikander #mickey garcia #rueben fitch #javy machado #dad hat

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Birdie and Rooster

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader

Prompts: Lights/ Holly/ Childhood Sweethearts

“Would you get me the box labeled ‘lights’?”

“Why, what’s in there?” Your cousin asks absently. You look back to find him scrolling through his phone. You blink boredly at him.

“Severed unicorn heads."

“...What?” He frowns, looking up at you.

“Go. To. The. Garage. And bring me. The box. Of. Lights,” You repeat with stressed slowness. He sighs heavily, pushing himself up off of the couch.

“Where are they?”

“Oh my god—”

“The garage, the garage, sorry,” He groans as you pelt a bit of old newspaper at him. You shake your head, turning back to the tree you’re in the midst of decorating.

“Honestly,” You mutter. “I thought joining the Navy was supposed to make you better at following orders.”

“Hey, don’t forget, my friend’s on his way over,” Your cousin adds as he heads toward the hall.

“Awesome. So I should expect your help to evaporate the second he arrives...Not that you're doing much now.”

“What?”

“The lights!” You call back, annoyed. You kneel down beside a box of ornaments, pulling the top open and beginning to lift out the newspaper-wrapped ornaments. Once you’ve lifted around ten of them out, you lean back on your knees, beginning to unwrap them. Glancing up, you eye where the best spot may be on the tree for them. You’d like to start putting them on now, but there’s no point in doing so until the lights are on.

After another few minutes of rifling through another box of knick knacks to put on the mantle, you realize that your cousin still hasn’t come back. You straighten up, intent on going to the garage and telling him to get the fuck off of Tinder and bring in the fucking lights when you hear two voices coming in from the garage.

“Fucking finally, for heavenssake—” You start to complain as they come in—and then you fall silent in surprise. The man that’s coming back with your cousin has gone just as quiet, his brows raising above his sunglasses. He reaches up, drawing them off of his face, and you actually draw in a quiet, stunned breath.

You’d known Bradley Bradshaw back when the two of you were tweens—both of you were military brats. You’d had the worst crush on him at the time, and you’d lost contact when your dad had been reassigned. You’d managed, through another childhood friend of yours, to find him on Instagram a couple of years back. You’d followed one another, but neither of you had ever messaged. That hadn’t stopped you from pouring over the lightly populated profile.

You’d never had the courage to like an actual photo or interact with a story that he'd posted; you’d figured he’d just followed you back out of politeness and not known or remembered you.

“Birdie?”

His murmur of your old nickname caught you off-guard; he could’ve knocked you over with a feather.

“...Hi, Bradley,” You manage.

“Can I put these lights down now?” Your cousin asks, knocking you out of your shock. You clear your throat, nodding and taking a step back, waving toward a clear space on the floor.

“Nice shirt,” Bradley comments, nodding toward your t-shirt. You look down at it, eyeing the word Navy across it in grey letters. Your face goes hot with embarrassment. Oh, god, it looks like you wore it on purpose, and you didn’t even know he was going to be there—

“Nice mustache,” You retort, nodding to his face. His brows furrows, lips quirking with a confused, amused smile. You fight the urge to hide your face in embarrassment. If the floor could swallow you now, that would be phenomenal. But, no such luck.

“C’mon,” Your cousin straightens up, slapping Bradley on the arm, “Help me get these lights on the tree.”

You step out of the way of their way, hurrying down the hall with a mutter about coffee. You huff softly as you step into the kitchen, shaking your sweating hands. Jeez, that had been awkward. Walking over to the coffee pot on the counter, you find it…Completely full. Well, you’re not about to dump out the pot and make a new one for the sake of dawdling. That would be a hell of a waste. You can take out the Christmas dishware, then—the plates, the serving platters, the cooking utensils—

That’ll keep you out the living room for a while, at least.

“There any coffee left?”

His voice is close; you hadn't even heard him come into the kitchen.

“Jeez—” You hiss, fumbling to catch a snowman-shaped mug as it slips from your grip. Bradley darts in, managing to catch it just before it can hit the ground. You raise your hand to your chest, resting it over your pounding heart.

“Sorry,” He straightens up, eyes set on the mug. “I uh…I didn’t mean to startle ya.”

You didn’t sits poised on your tongue for the sake of your pride, but there’s no use in refuting it.

“S’okay,” You mumble, taking the snowman mug out of his hands before jerking a thumb over your shoulder to the coffee machine. “There’s plenty.”

“Thanks…Can I use that mug?”

You look down at it for a second, then hold it out. “Go nuts.”

Bradley takes it out of your hand carefully, his fingers brushing yours as he murmurs, “Thanks,” again. He passes behind you with unreasonable closeness, his chest brushing your back. There are only two of you in that kitchen, and there’s plenty of space between you and the kitchen island. You clear your throat, reaching into the box with the other dishes.

“How are the lights going out there?” You ask.

“Could go look if you’re that curious.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“If I had to guess, you two haven’t done a damn thing,” You mutter. You hear him hum, then set the coffee pot back onto the machine.

“But you don’t have to guess,” He points out, coming to lean beside you at the counter. “You can just go look.”

You cast him a sidelong glance, and find him raising the snowman mug to his lips. He takes a steady sip, his bright, mirthful eyes set on yours. He looks ridiculous, taking such a long, serious sip out of a snowman mug, his mustache disappearing behind the rim. You turn away stubbornly, though a smile is spreading across your lips as you reach back into the box.

“How ya been?” He asks. You shrug a shoulder.

“Oh, you know.”

“I don’t, actually. You don’t post much.”

Your chest flutters at the assertion.

“You haven’t asked before,” You point out.

“You wanted me to slide into your DMs?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean, you know.”

“...I wasn’t sure you’d want me to,” Bradley argues. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah. Has,” You nod, glancing up toward him. He’s set the silly mug aside and is watching you closely, his arms folded across his chest. Your gaze drifts to the bulge of his biceps in his shirt. Oh, god. You look down into the box again and reach in, drawing out a garland and holding it out.

“Can you put this up there, please?” You ask, nodding to the cabinet in front of you.

“Sure,” Bradley straightens up and takes a step closer, taking hold of it. It’s one that your aunt has had for years—woven with fake pine needles, ribbon, and fake berries. Bradley leans up, pushing the garland up and onto the cabinet. You’re focused on fishing something else out of the box when Bradley’s hand lands on the counter in your periphery. Then, you feel the heat of his lips, and the slight bristle of his mustache against your cheek. You blink in surprise before you look over to see Bradley smiling smugly at you. You blink a couple of times, confused. Glancing up at the garland, realization dawns on you.

“Uh…Bradley?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s holly. Not mistletoe.”

His smug smile wilts as he frowns up at the garland.

“There’s a difference?”

You bite back a wider smile as you nod.

“Holly is red,” You tell him. “Mistletoe is white.”

“...Whoops,” He mutters, leaning back against the counter and taking up his mug. “Know where I can get any?”

“More coffee?”

“Mistletoe.”

You bite your lip, shaking your head. “Nope.”

“Too bad.”

“...I don’t know,” You shrug, lifting a few cookie-patterned spatulas out of the box. “I don’t think you need it.”

You glance over as you feel Bradley step closer again, his arm brushing yours.

“Once we’re done decorating, would you maybe wanna go grab a drink?” He asks. “Or would you rather I slid into your DMs and asked you there?”

You huff a soft laugh, gently elbowing his side. “I don’t think you need to do that, either. A drink sounds nice.”

"Hey, Rooster!" Your cousin calls frown down the hall, "Get in here!"

"Alright," Bradley calls back. You can feel him watching you closely, and when he still doesn't move, you glance up at him curiously. His eyes are wandering your expression, a warm smile on his lips.

"What is it?" You ask, shaking your head.

"Nothin'." He pushes off of the counter. You expect him to simply leave, but he passes closely behind you again, gently resting his hand on your hip. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "You look good, Birdie."

A surprised shiver rolls through you—at the compliment, and how sweetly it was spoken. Before you can thank him, or retort, Bradley leaves the kitchen. You turn, looking after him, then raise your hand, tugging the collar of your t-shirt away to fan your rapidly heating neck.

Tag list: @amneris21 ; @elen-aranel ; @brandyllyn ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @blueeyesatnight

#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x You #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw/Reader #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw/You #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw fic #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw imagine #Birdie and Rooster #Fluffcember #Fluffcember 2022 #Winter Writing Prompts

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mandoreviews · 2 months

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📽️ Catherine Called Birdy (2022)

This movie was absolutely bonkers, and I loved it! It actually addressed some important themes while being funny at the same time. I will be the first to admit that this movie is not for everyone, but it is definitely my kind of movie. Bella Ramsey did a great job as Birdy, and Billie Piper and Andrew Scott were amazing as her parents. This movie is great!

Sex/nudity: 3/10 (a few references to sex, Birdy walks in on her parents but nothing is shown)

Language: 1/10 (not much that I remember)

Violence: 1/10 (Birdy gets hit on the hands with a stick)

Overall rating: 9/10

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Diaper Zone (Chaos Squad Top Gun AU)

The Flyboys and Girls were at the top of their class back when they were in Top Gun. Now that time has passed and their lives changed, they find themselves as parents to a very chaotic group of little ones.

The chaos and love increase when they are all assigned to the same military base daycare teacher. The poor teacher is unaware of the chaos and fun that she will have in her class throughout her time with them.

The Usual Suspects: @bayisdying @gracespicybradshaw @dragon-kazansky @askmarinaandothers @chipperxbaby @callmemana @starlit-epiphany @ladylanera @callsignthirsty @callsignscupcake

#mrsjaderogerswrites #Diaper Zone - Chaos Squad Top Gun AU #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #neil omaha vikander #robert bob floyd #baylie lucky kazansky #grace spicy kerner #alana cinco metcalf #raven mouse fischer #amanda birdie hallett #Top Gun AU #Top Gun fanfiction #baylie lucky steele

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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Maverick: I know this isn't going to end well, and you know what? I don't care! So don't you try and stop me!

Goose: I’m not stopping you. I just want to know if you have a camera, so I can record this.

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andmakeithome · 2 years

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wip wednesday time again!!

working on whumptober a month in advance because I want to try and actually complete them all this year 👀

Maverick scrambles over and around his seat and lands nearly in Bradley’s lap, catching his paling face in his hands.

“What is it?” he says, looking him over furiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Chest,” Bradley grits, eyes clenched shut, breaths short and ragged.

“Panic attack? Come on, kid, you know the drill. Deep breaths, count of four–”

“Not a panic attack.”

Maverick stills for a fraction of a second; he reaches down and tears Rooster’s gear off, and there beneath it all is a rapidly growing red stain. Mav looks down at his hand, uncomprehending, smears of red coating his fingers.

“Medic!” Maverick shrieks, bursting back into motion and pressing down hard on Bradley’s chest. Phoenix’s own blood runs cold, goosebumps prickling her skin and hair standing on end; if Maverick had sounded panicked when Coyote had gone into G-LOC, now he sounds goddamned terrified.

“Get me a fucking medic! Stay with me, birdie. C’mon, kid, not you, too. Please, not you, too.”

#pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun #tgm #blood #potential panic attack #i love all the fics that use baby goose as a nickname for bradley and somehow started throwing 'birdie' in the mix when bradley is itty bitt #*bitty #mav uses it sometimes when he is very stressed out about his kid :]#mav and rooster #words from lyss #wip wednesday

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withahappyrefrain · 3 months

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Please share more about bradley and birdie’s sex preferences 🎤

Thank you for enabling me I love you

Birdie has a dirty fucking mouth. I'm talking she is whispering in Bradley's ear how much she loves "your big fucking cock. Feels so good, want you to fill me up s'bad."

And Bradley is just floored that this is coming from the same girl who was nervous to kiss him several hours ago. It's also incredibly hot and he definitely comes from her words alone oops.

These two are so fucking clingy for each other. We all already knew they would be all over each other at the Hard Deck, but in bed? They want the positions where they can be skin to skin. If he's fucking her from behind, his chest is pressed against her back. Their favorite position is cowgirl because they can touch each other and kiss each other, plus Birdie can determine the pace (the man is hung they gotta be careful if they want to go for multiple rounds).

Birdie LOVES marking up Bradley in love bites and hickies. Jake has definitely asked Bradley if he needs to file for defacement of government property 🫣

Bradley doesn't give a shit. In fact, he'll wear those extra low cut tank tops to show off Birdie's marks lbr

#ask #bradley and birdie #thank you for letting me ramble

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Dagger Posse Universe characters as incorrect quotes!!

Scout: I'll fight him.

Bob: Is that before or after you kiss him?

Scout: (walking in with a knife) Is stabbing someone immoral?

Jake: (not looking up) Not if they consent to it.

Bradley: (thrilled to have found his people) Depends on who your stabbing.

Bob: (visibly concerned) YES??!!?

Jake: I think we can be evil as a treat!

Scout: We?

Jake: We :)

Jake: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Scout: Sure! What's your favorite color?

Jake, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?

Bradley: 'You'll never find the body' is such a boring threat. A better threat would be; 'You'll never stop finding the body.'

Jake, bored: Or just say, 'They'll be finding parts of you for at least four months...and you'll still be alive for three of them.'

Bradley: Now that's a threat!

Bob, covering Bunny's ears: *horrified silence*

Maverick, pointing at Rooster: That child is morally grey at best.

*At a zoo*

Bunny: What are they in for?

Bob: Bunny, this isn't prison.

Bunny: So they can leave?

Bob: No, but-

Bunny, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Bob: *Accidentally brushes Bunny's hand with his own*

Bunny:

Bunny: *Aggressively holds Bob's hand*

Bunny, under her breath to Bob: Fucking commit to it.

Jake: I've connected the two dots.

Scout: You didn't connect shit.

Jake: I've connected them.

Birdie: This date is boring.

Bradley: This isn't a date. I told you I was going to the store.

Birdie: Then why did you invite me?

Bradley: I didn't. I specifically said "do not come with me" and you said "don't tell me what to do" and followed me here.

Goon 1: Last night, Hangman paid the boss a visit, and Scout picked up a grenade someone left on a crate, and let me tell you…

Goon 1: When Hangman yelled “Put that shit back” so loud, you know what I did?

Goon 2: You put your own shit back didn’t you?

Goon 1: I put my own shit back.

Birdie: Jake says it's okay!

Birdie, thinking: That probably means it isn't okay.

Jake: Am I in trouble?

Scout: Take a guess.

Jake: No?

Scout: Take another guess.

#part two anyone??#dhtn #sits #otd #dhtn!jake and scout #dhtn!jake #jake and scout #sits!bradley and birdie #sits!bradley #bradley and birdie #otd!bob and bunny #otd!bob #bob and bunny #don't hang'em til noon #singing in the sanctuary #outrun the devil #dagger posse universe #dpu

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watchingalotofmovies · 2 years

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Catherine Called Birdy

Catherine Called Birdy [trailer]

A 14 year old girl in medieval England navigates through life and avoiding potential suitors her father has in mind.

Coming-of-age in medieval times was even less fun than it is today.

Overall, the movie makes its obvious points, and at times it's funny. But I didn't find most the characters very interesting, including Birdy. And the story often felt a little piecemeal and the scenes improvised.

#Catherine Called Birdy #Lena Dunham #Bella Ramsey #Billie Piper #Andrew Scott #Lesley Sharp #Joe Alwyn #Sophie Okonedo #Paul Kaye #Isis Hainsworth #David Bradley #recommended

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hangmansgbaby · 1 month

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Lets be honest here

They all cuties😍

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stcverogers · 1 year

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TOP GUN FIC RECS 5!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: the longer that you stay, the ice is melting by @welcome-to-my-multiverse you have walls built around yourself from the hurt you had experiences in the past. jake breaks them all down.

F: dinner and domesticity by @sehnsuchts-trunken all you want after a long day at work is to spend time with jake.

F: sunshine by @call-sign-jinx you're jake's biggest secret in the best way possible.

F + A: abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good you would think that the amount of time jake spends with his work friends that he'd rather spend date night with you alone

F + A: don't make the same mistake by @agentrose17 jacob seresin is a coward. to save himself the heartbreak, he runs.

F: the doll house by @honeybeedewdrops jake flew million dollar jets for a living and still couldn't build a barbie dreamhouse

A: a glimpse of us by @call-sign-jinx jake will forever be haunted by what happened years ago

F + A: who are you? + part 2 by @thewulf you move to fightertown in hopes of comfort from you aunt penny after you and your fiance break it off. in a sea full of naval aviators, you meet jake.

F: i caught you by @roosterbruiser jake will always be there to catch you

F + A: mamas (don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) by @almostgenerallyalways you and jake have long broken up. he tries to reconnect every holiday season but you choose to ignore him. you can't quite do that when he's at your front door.

F + A: sleepy baby by @discount-shades 𖥻 if i weren't for you therapist, there was no way you'd be out late at night in a bar.

F + A: rescued + part 2 by @topgunslut you nearly drown by the beach but jake saves you

F: even if you lose it, it will find you by @lovestruckdeans though you and jake may have gone your seperate ways, you find your way back to each other.

A: what are we? by @andorskenobi four months of stringing you along and you were tired of it. you give jake an ultimatum.

F + A: perfect storms by @captainamericasmotercycle jake loves you because you're you. not because you're the admiral's daughter or whatever coyote wants to make you believe.

S: jealousy, jealousy by @seresinsbabe jealous of him and his coworker, you decide that it was your turn to make jake jealous.

F + A: i see myself with you by @penwieldingdreamer you meet jake again, this time, he dons a khaki uniform.

F: boyfriend material by @beautifultypewriter you and jake had a thing. if you were on a bad date, you'd text him and he'd show up, sweeping you away.

F: roadside assistance by @lostdreamr-blog1 your car breaks down in the middle of the road and you have no choice but to call your last resort for help.

F + A: it only feels this raw right now by @teamhappyme your time with the navy has come to an end while yours with jake is only beginning.

F: sittin' on the dock of the bay by @theloveoftoms a day on the beach with jake seresin.

F: brave by @arson-tm you are the only person jake shows his true self to.

F: your carriage awaits, sweets by @lazypeachsoul jake loved you so much. so much so that he'd willingly carry you home when you're drunk off your mind.

F: coffee for mrs. seresin? by @birdy-bat-writes jake orders your coffee for you. when your order is called, you're utterly surprised.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: pretty in pink by @roostersforevergirl if rooster wants to join his daughter's tea party, he must dress the part.

F + A: the parent trap by @averagewriter-inthedark you and rooster crashed and burn. despite the relationship ending, something beautiful bloomed from it. in a mutual agreement, one will grow up with you while the other rooster.

F: hold my hand by @wannabeschyulersister it's mav and penny's birthday. you somehow find yourself riding a mechanical bull.

F: bradley and the bump by @justmyheart bradley lets his girl know how much he loves his other girl.

F: beautiful by @eyesthatroll you can see glimpses of carole in bradley

F: mary's song by @risriswrites bradley bradshaw is hopelessly in love with his best friend. if only she felt the same.

F: i'm obsessed with you by @simpforrooster jake can't bear to see rooster pine over you for a single second longer

A: till death? by @cherrycola27 you meant what you said in your wedding vows that you'd love bradley till death do you part.

F: my reward by @susanripper rooster doesn't know how to tie a tie. now, you can't let that happen can you?

F: picture in my pocket by @worldofheroes if there's anyone who would understand what you feel, it's rooster

F: a little pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor it's time for your daughter to have her shots but it seems like rooster is more nervous than she is

A: trainwreck by @callsign-cree you knew that you and rooster were too good to true. it was time you finally confirmed it.

S: short stack by @spacecaravan something about you making him breakfast makes rooster insatiable for you.

S: return the favor by @sonofarathorn being a dad was a good look on bradley.

F: beautiful boy by @aestheticpearl baby bradshaw has a nightmare, something bradley can relate to too well.

F: i'm goin' for a run by @feralforfrank rooster wants to say goodbye before going on his run

F: a wedding to remember and a proposal to come by @sehnsuchts-trunken during mav and penny's wedding, you and rooster realise that maybe a wedding of your own was in the cards.

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: baby. on. board by @mymamalife baby on board has his own baby on board

F + A: one beer + just another day in paradise by @lgg5989 having a baby at a young age was not part of yours and bob's plans.

F: do we have to? by @auroradawnwrites unlike bob, all you want to do is stay home.

JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO

F: in which it’s far too cold for your liking, but Javy can think of a few ways to warm up by @spidervee

F: the waiting by @rae-gar-targaryen javy knows that you're more than capable of doing things yourself but can't he just pamper his pregnant wife in peace?

F: cancelled flights and beignets by @siempre-bucky javy's flight home is cancelled. you make beignets to cure some of his homesickness.

F: the first 'i love you' by @demxters you didn't need javy to tell you he loved you for you to know that he did. so when he finally said those three words, you weren't surprised.

NICHOLAS 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW

F: you know why by @thewhiskersonkittens it didn't matter that you had a jerk of an ex, goose proves that he's twice the man he could ever be

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 5: Home In The Sky

Word Count: 3k+

Dual POV story (Birdie & Bob {please message me if the POV switch isn’t detectable and I’ll figure out a way to show that its switched between the characters})

🚨Warnings: inaccurate Naval descriptions, angst and floof. Mentions of Depression, suicide, drunkards, abuse, and religious views. Please if you suffer from depression talk to someone. I’m always here if you need an ear! 💛

A/N: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

A/N 2: This is very personal to me and something that my family has gone through. I know that not very many people have the support system I had growing up and had people to talk to about the importance of mental health. It’s not something to joke about or not take seriously.

A/N 3: this is part 1 of 2, the next chapter will be a continuation. 💛 check out LP for more info on ‘Katie’!

It had been a couple of weeks and Amanda had finally settled into the Dagger Squad and San Diego and met the rest of the ‘Chaos Squad’ and the Daggers’ Aviator Mamas, Rachael Dragon Kazansky and Jade Whiskey Kerner.

Birdie met Whiskey when one day after Bird had just got home from walking Ozzy. Mickey and Baylie forgot that they had a guest and were being loud in the bedroom.

She didn’t stay long after the loud moans could be heard around the house.

So, with wanting to get away and let the newly-weds have their alonetime Bird went to the library. She was in the romance books when she literally ran into Commander Jade Whiskey Kerner.

“I’m so sorry Commander, I didn’t mean to run into you.” she rushed as she moved aside.

The older woman just laughed and they both sat down together and talked for hours until Bay called and asked where she’d gone.

Bird had gotten to know the other squad members and formed a good bond with all of them. Bo and her started to mend the relationship slowly but surely.

We were laughing and joking every once in a while and Bird started to call him Bo instead of Robert again here and there, which she could tell made his smile wider if possible.

She wanted to be able to trust him full-heartily, but he betrayed that in Lemoore and it would take work and effort on both sides to see this be mended to what it was.

Bird was willing and she could tell he was too, but how long will it last before he loses his temper or decides that he can’t go through it again.

They were on a team now and from what she’s been told, Bay and Mickey were on the Uranium mission and are better than ever, so why did he push her away?

Robert and her could be half way done with the wedding planning by now, she could’ve sent the ‘Save The Date’ cards to their families and friends and she’d have her dress already.

She’d have a dress, a wedding dress that would take his breath away and make him cry from Birdie’s beauty and her father would walk her down the aisle, tears in his eyes as he gives his only daughter to the man she loved.

Hailey and Heather would be Maid of Honor and a Bride’s Maid, standing by her side as Bo and her said their vows and exchanged rings.

Bird had this imagine in her mind since she said “Yes!” all those months ago when everything was happy and great.

After the first week of being in the Dagger Squad and already tired of Hangman and Rooster’s constant bitching and competitiveness, Birdie went to the closest Walmart and bought a Disney Princess kids’ dress up set.

The next day, Birdie went onto base and put the tiara in her locker and as soon as either of the boys started to bitch about who was the best of the group.

She asked for them to wait as she grabbed it and hid the plastic crown behind her back as she walked back in.

When she revealed the tiara, everyone was confused, but the looks on their faces quickly turned into smiles and laughter as Bird placed it on Roos’ head and said, “You have been crowned the Bitch of the Day. As you see fit My Majesty.” and bowed.

All the aviators, except Bob, took turns slamming their hands and fists onto the top of her helmet.

Most of them were nice, but Baylie was the most ruthless, always making sure that Birdie could feel the vibrations through the helmet.

Birdie new that once Bo got comfortable again, he’d be the nicest one, but until then, Mickey was.

Fanboy saw her as a little sister and always made sure that Bird was treated nicely when he was around.

After a month of being a guest in the Garcia’s house, seeing, learning, and hearing things that new friends shouldn’t, Birdie had put in a request for a on-base house and is currently waiting for an opening.

She had been to the Hard Deck and met Penny, Amelia, and Grace, but preferred to be called her honorary callsign; Spicy.

The girls of the Dagger Squad, Grace and Alana, and Rachael and Jade became a squad of their own, known around the base and off as the Chaos Squad.

This little grouping of chaotic women didn’t help Bird’s nonexistent relationship with Cyclone, especially after meeting with his wife, Robyn Venom Simpson.

She also had been introduced to Roos’ step-mother, Grace O’Mally Bradshaw. Both women were lovely and so much fun to be around.

Birdie didn’t want the six months to go by too quickly so she had enough time to really get to know the group and form a tight friendship with each of them.

She was going to be sad when the time period was up and she was deployed to another base, but this is what she signed up for years ago.

Bird just wanted to mend one relationship when she first arrived and now was lucky enough to walk away with more friendships than she though she would.

She also would walk away with a family. A father and mother, aunt and uncle, sisters and brothers that will always be in her life no matter what.

Even if Bo and her don't bury the hatchet, the others have told her so many times when she’d voiced her concern over the subject.

Ozzy was happier too, he had more people to love and care for him now and was loving every bit of attention that the others were giving him.

It had been more than once that Ozzy had kicked Mickey out of the bed so he could snuggle Baylie.

Bird knew when Ozzy was with Bay when Mickey is getting comfy on the couch, she’d always offer to get Oz and he could be with his wife.

He always waved her off and said that Bay’s been wanting a dog for a while and if this is keeping her mind off of one for them, he’d happily give up his bed.

We were also briefed on another upcoming mission and the team started training and had been doing good.

There was more time to complete the training this time too, which Birdie was thankful for, she’d just joined the squad.

It was crazy to think that these few weeks together had felt like a lifetime already and Bird wouldn’t change anything if it meant that she’d never met them.

Don’t get her wrong, Bird was beyond sad when Bo broke her heart, but it kinda feels worth it now.

Because without that lost, she wouldn’t have gained a family, a very chaotic family, but one none the less.

Bird felt as if she was home. Bo helped with that, he had been her home for four years prior and Bird couldn’t stop thinking as him as that.

Robert Floyd has had her heart since that day on the trail for training in bootcamp and he gave Birdie that rock after telling her that he would keep the little mushroom she had picked just for him.

Bird knows that it's stupid to say that was the moment he took her heart, over a silly little thing as a mushroom, but it was.

Bo took the little fungus and while others would’ve thrown it over their shoulders when I wasn’t looking, he kept it, and later in the recreational room, he gifted me a rock.

Even if he didn’t realize it, he spoke my love language, sentimental gifts that make no sense to anyone else but us.

I was grateful to have a friend that finally understood me and embraced my quirks.

Not that Athena didn’t, she did, but she got tired of it sometimes.

Bird doesn’t blame her though, having a neurodivergent friend can be exhausting when they have hyper-activity and can’t focus on anything and everything most days.

Bo took the randomness of me as if it was an exciting adventure and had the patience of a Saint to wait for me when it was harder to keep on tasks.

He was considerate when I said I was overwhelmed and noticed the signs when I was too scared of ruining his night by leaving early.

Bo never got upset or argued, he’d just say an excuse for us to leave and then we’re in his car and going home.

Bird’s family never really got why she had a harder time on some of the subjects at school, but after a teacher had spotted the symptoms of Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD, she recomended that Birdie gets tested.

When the results came back positive and they started her on some medication to help, her grades went up and she was focusing better on tasks, but her family still sometimes treated her as before.

The family she had in San Diego though, they understood and also took the time to help her, just like they do for Mouse.

The squads watch for certain behaviors and try to soothe the others’ emotions.

Just like when Roos noticed Bird was nervous and overwhelmed before flying on her first day back at Top Gun and knew that she needed to do a pre-flight ritual.

He was there for Bird even if he didn’t know exactly what she needed.

Amanda finally found a group of friends that understand and are willing to help and she couldn’t be more thankful for them.

Not that she’d let Hangman know that she’s appreciative of him, his egos big enough.

It had been a month in San Diego when Bird got the phone call from her mother that a friend back home had died, she immediately drew back from the squad.

Baylie and Mickey saw the happy-go-lucky woman turn distant and quiet in the matter of seconds. Bird didn’t waste any time in running to her room and bursting into tears.

They had known each other since they were children. The two women were cousins, best friends, and practically inseparable. Bird had known about Hailey’s depression for years.

No one really took her seriously when she’d lay in bed for days, no energy or motivation to get up and eat and take care of herself.

But Bird did, she took the mental health of others very seriously. As did her parents, especially after what her mother experienced at eighteen.

Jackson, her grandfather, was something that the Wheeler side of the family didn’t talk about and when they did, it wasn’t a lot.

They saw him as a disgrace, for suicide is the highest Sin that one could commit in they eyes of God.

The Wheeler family might not always be the most religious but they do follow His word. From the brief stories that her mother told, Jackson was a mean alcoholic. Everyday he’d drink until he was good and drunk.

That’s how he coped with being depressed, but it was the early 80’s and not a lot of people sought out for help, they turned to drink or drugs or whatever tickled their fancy.

Bird will never forget the day that her mother had pulled out that damned bullwhip from her Hope Chest and told all three of her children the story of it.

Then after the story was done, Kathleen Hallet took in her children’s faces and said, “If you ever feel like you’re not yourself, please tell your dad or me ok?”

All the siblings nodded their heads as Kathleen tried to make sure they understood what she was talking about. And even as the children grew, Nick and Kat reminded them and gave more encouragement to talk to them if needed.

Birdie was 8 when she was first introduced to her grandfather’s memory and every blue moon she’d learn something new.

She was 17 when she learned that Jackson was his name, had a fraternal twin brother named John, that he liked Lions, and was fortunate enough to be given his old wool jacket and a small lion figurine.

Bird was 20 when she was told that Mamaw and Papaw Wheeler owned a bar and he and his buddies would stay there and drink all day playing cards.

The Hallet siblings might not have had a maternal grandfather, but they did have a maternal great grandpa.

He was a big part of their childhood, he taught all of them life lessons and other important things as they grew.

Birdie was the closest to both her Mamaw and Grandpa Wheeler, always watching old westerns and doing puzzles with them.

It broke her heart when her Great Grandfather died at the age of 96.

The hardest part being that she was in boot camp and couldn’t be excused to attend. Bo was her biggest shoulder to cry on and stayed with her until she wasn’t grieving as much. Heather and Phillip were there for her too when Bo couldn’t.

She didn’t know if she could go through the same thing again, but this time would be different, with someone she actually knew and saw and loved and grew up together.

Hailey was someone that Bird never thought that she’d have to out-live, with her being in the Navy, her life was constantly in danger.

It was beyond hard for her to think of a world where Hailey wasn’t just one phone call away if Bird had a bad day and needed her best friend to talk to or vice versa.

She’d never hear her voice again, never feel her warmth from a hug. What if Bird forgets Hailey’s voice or laugh? What if she hears a song or smell or memory that reminds her of Hailey and starts to cry?

Bird for weeks would just do nothing but lay in her bed after work, sobbing and cuddling Ozzy until she had cried herself to sleep.

This worried Bay and Mickey, they had no idea what had happened in that phone call and started to fret over their friend’s health.

Mickey begged Bay to let him call Bob, he’d most likely be able to get her to open the door and talk, but Bay would shake her head and take Ozzy for his evening walk.

Every member of the squads came to the Garcia’s shack, talking through the wooden door as they sat on the ground.

Bay and Mickey talked to her the most, about what they did after work, how Ozzy did that day if he wasn’t in her room, and how much they miss seeing her bright and shiny smile.

What they didn’t know, was the hurt she felt in hearing them plead with her to come out. She just didn’t want to smile or do anything knowing that her best friend was gone.

Everything felt numb, lungs heavy and crushed, her friends’ voices sounded as if she was underwater. And all she wanted to do was breathe.

“Hey Angel,” he started breathlessly and searching for the right words, “I know. I got a text from your Ma, she’s worried about you. I am too, you’ve never been like this.”

There was a soft thud on the door where he put his forehead, “You’re the most happiest girl I know and I hate to see you like this. Hailey had been battling with her depression for years and I know that you did everything you could to help her, and you did, help her I mean. It might not seem like it right now, but…”

A long breath escaped his lungs, “You did what you were supposed to do, you were there for her when she needed you most and made sure she knew that you would listen to anything and everything she wanted to say.”

“Then why does it feel like I did nothing,” she whispered, voice scratchy from disuse as Bird laid her forehead against the door where she thought his was.

“Because you think you could’ve done more, could’ve saved her. Angel, babe, without you she probably would’ve lost that battle sooner than later. You showed her that you cared, that she mattered, that she had someone in her corner when it felt like no one else was.”

Birdie sniffled and took her head off of the door and for a minute or two it was completely silent.

“If I open this door, I just want you and Ozzy to come inside. I’m overwhelmed and need my boys. I’ll talk to the squads and Mama and Papa later.”

“If that's what you want Angel, I’ll go get Oz now.”

“Yes please.”

It took a few minutes for Bo to come back, but once he did, he knocked on the door with Ozzy right beside him.

“Thank you Robert.”

“For you, I’d do anything.” and a happy bark followed after by the fur baby sitting on her bed.

All the members of the squads came over and talked to her through the closed door, all except for Bob.

He didn’t think that he’d have the right to comfort her right now, but after a text message from Birdie’s mama, he quickly understood what he had to do.

“Robert, please tell us our baby is okay?” “Mana’s not doin’ so good. What happened?” “Hailey.”

That one name and Bob knew, how couldn’t he. Robert didn’t tell the others, they had other worries and commitments to attend to.

He had kept it secret for a few days before Bay had finally had enough and cornered him in the hallway. “Robert James Floyd, I know that you know what’s up with Birdie, spill.”

“I can’t, it’s personal.”

“If it’s personal, then we should know so we can help!”

“That’s not how this works ok? You can’t just demand to know what everyone’s going through when it’s not your business, so butt out Baylie.”

Bo pushed through her and continued his way to the hangers where the others were, leaving Lucky stunned and slacked jawed by the balls he showed for calling her out as she stood in the empty hallway.

Maybe it was time that the real Robert showed his face and met the squad, but he’ll save that for another day. His Birdie needs him.

He came over to the Garcia’s little cottage after work and as Hangman walked out of the hallway where Bird’s room was, Bo pushed his way to the guest room.

Robert sat on the floor in silence for a minute or two, trying to come up with a plan to talk to her before he shook his head and started.

He knew that the squads were just down the hall and could listen in anytime they wanted, and would, because Birdie was family now.

Bo kept his voice just above a whisper and forehead glued to the sturdy wood door that was between them. Every answer he gave was unclear to anyone but the two.

The conversation went on for a while before he came back into the livingroom and stopped right in front of Ozzy.

“Hey Buddy, you miss me?” Bo chirps as he pets Ozzy’s head. Ozzy in return gives him some kisses, making Bo laugh.

“Yeah, I missed you too. Wanna go see your mama, she needs cuddles from her boys.”

Ozzy stretches as he gets up off of the couch and then jumps off and races towards Birdie’s bedroom door. Bo starts to get back up from kneeling position but is stopped by Baylie.

“She lost someone close to her, didn’t she?” Lucky had tears in her eyes at seeing her friend’s pain, just like she felt all those years ago when she lost her childhood friend Katie.

Bo didn’t answer, just nodded and before he turned into the hall, “I hope it’s okay if I stay the night. I don’t wanna leave her alone if I can.”

Bay nodded, “Stay as long as it takes to make Birdie happy again, if she needs anyone to talk to, tell her I’m here and I know her pain right now.”

Robert offered a small smile and continued to Bird’s room, once there Ozzy let out a happy bark as Bob opened the door and Oz jumped onto the bed and curled up next to his Mama’s torso.

Bo laid down next to her aswell, brushing away the new tears before they could fall. “I’ll be with you til the end of the line, Angel.”

she snuggled up to him and put her head on his chest, right above his heart so she could hear the beat and Bo ran his fingers through her knotted hair to calm her down.

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