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Saturday Sunrise
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x GN!Reader
Summary: You accompany Bradley to the beach for weekly dog-fight football.
Tags: Just a self indulgent fluffy fic! No gendered pronouns or bodily descriptions used for reader, minimal pet names "Honey" and "My love" each used only once.
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*Not Rooster in the gif I know, lets not talk about it...*
Every weekend Bradley and the rest of his crew mates meet at the beach to play dog-fight football at sunrise. Somehow, they were able to convince Admiral Simpson to accept it as one of their required FTX. In all honesty, he was probably just happy to have the break and get that wild bunch off base and out of earshot. Watching all of them break away from the stress of work for a short time was a sight so very rare, there is no way you would miss it. So every Saturday morning you got up with Bradley to accompany him down to the waterfront.
You have grown close with the rest of the squad, which there really wasn’t any other option with how much time you spent with them all. They have even given you your own honorary call sign, “Bounty”. You never once felt out of place with them, or like an outsider being “just a civilian”. Luckily since you were dating Bradley, you didn’t have to look for an excuse to spend more time with everyone.
“There they are!” Phoenix called out to you and Rooster as you both stepped into the sand. Hand in hand you made your way down to the empty chair that waited for you every week. Facing the ocean, and front row to the show.
“It’s about time! Someone hit the snooze button today?” Hondo teased. Bradley already had his shoes kicked off and was hastily pulling his shirt over the back of his head. He threw it down in the sand, kissed your cheek, and took off running towards the group. Your eyes took in the wonderful sight of your shirtless boyfriend. His back toned and defined, the sun glimmering off the slightest bit of sweat already forming on him. You laughed and shook your head at the act of Bradley tackling Coyote to the ground upon reaching him.
There were a few exchanged smiles and high-fives as everyone split into teams. You pulled out a book, but in reality knew you would end up watching the game more than reading the book. The first whistle blew and all members took off running and shoving each other, even Bob getting in the middle of it.
As the first few rounds went by of dog-fight, Bradley's team won every round. Continuous, exasperated groans came from Phoenix and the rest of her team, as their sportsmanship began to get lost as the games dragged on.
“Bounty!” She called out, snapping you from your boyfriend ogling, daze. “We need backup! Come join!”
Bradley flashed Phoenix a look, one you couldn’t quite decipher, but you know it wasn’t one of approval. The chance to challenge that look however, piqued your interest. You tossed aside the book you had never even opened, and jogged up to the crew. You bumped fists with a couple of the guys, and phoenix flung her arm around your shoulder. Bradley’s hands had found his lower hips, as he shook his head, the slightest joking scoff coming from his chest.
“You’re a traitor, you know that?” He joked. You laughed at him as both teams took the lineup, Bradley standing face to face with you. “You’re really gonna make me do this? I can’t rough up my love.”
“I can handle it.” You smirked at him, crossing your arms in front of you. He shook his head at your weak attempt at intimidating him. “Come on, Rooster… Don't tell me you're actually a chicken?”
A collective “ohhhhhhh” roared from the rest of the crew, even a whistle came from Hondo. A smirk spread across Rooster’s face as he bent down, hands mixing with the sand. He dropped his chin just enough to flash his big brown eyes at you over the rim of his aviators. You bent down matching his pose and winked, a smug grin forming on your lips.
“Alright then…” Bradley pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose into place, and dug his foot into position in the sand. “Bring it, Bounty.”
Hondo blew the whistle and both balls snapped. Yells of directions and names were thrown all around you as you lunged after Bradley. He easily maneuvered out of your way, your own momentum almost throwing you to the ground. You stumbled around and caught your balance as Hondo blew the whistle again. Another point for the opposing team. You all realigned, this time choosing your place in the back line. Every round getting blocked by Bradley, and losing another point.
You were determined to beat him and his cocky attitude. This time when the whistle blew and the balls snapped yet again, you took off around the left, and ducked behind Hangman. Payback was too busy trying to take him down he didn’t notice you slip by. Just as you were crossing into the endzone to open up for the pass, Bradley came running up behind you. Subtly he scooped up a small handful of sand in one palm, and his free arm snaked around your waist. He pinned your back to his chest, inciting a startled yelp from you, and smeared the sand all over your cheek. You bent over to escape his grip, but before you could get away both of his arms met around your waist and spun you into the air. “Nice try, Honey!” He teased, before finally putting your wiggling and giggling body down. He kept his hand wrapped around you, and kissed the side of your neck that wasn’t covered in sand, with a few quick gentle kisses.
“Hey! That’s definitely cheating!” Phoenix called out.
“It’s dog-fight! Anything goes!” Rooster yelled back, throwing his arms in the air. You dropped your head and laughed, trying your best to wash the sand off your sweaty face. As you made your way back to your team, you couldn’t help but stop and take in the amazing view of the ocean. The sun was starting to peak over the clouds, the sky filling with a bright pink hue that reflected off the peaks of the waves.
“Bounty! You coming or what?” Hangman shouted, your attention turning back to the huddle.
“Geez! Someone is in a rush to lose again!” You chirped back at him as you jogged into the lineup. This crew has given you more than just friends, but a family, and Saturday sunrise will always be your favorite part of the week.
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Save The Last Dance For Me
Bradley Bradshaw x F!Reader
Warnings: None that I can think of. No descriptions of appearance but she/her pronouns are used.
Summary: Bradley attempts to wear you down as you give him the cold shoulder
A/N: This fic is based off the song Save the Last Dance For Me. After watching Top Gun (1986) and longing to have someone serenade me in a bar this self indulgent fic was born. So enjoy!
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“I just can’t look at him!” You say before angrily taking your shot on the pool table. The pool stick pounding into the cue ball, clattering the rest all around the table. Bradley had told you yesterday that he was being sent on a two month classified deployment, meaning you would not be allowed to relocate with him for the duration of the mission.
“You know he didn’t have a choice right? They are called orders for a reason.” Hangman butts in from his seat at the nearby table. Throwing peanuts in his mouth, somehow managing to chew them in a condescending manner.
“I didn’t ask for your input.” You snap back. He puts his hands up in the air in surrender after receiving a glare from you that could kill. What he was saying wasn’t wrong, but you were too upset to think rationally about it, and needed someone to blame. Unfortunately that fell onto Rooster.
You watched him sitting at the bar with Maverick, occasionally he gave you a smile if he caught you watching, to which he was met with a cold shoulder. Even looking at him made you want to scream.
“She’s not taking it well I see…” Maverick said, taking a sip of his drink. Rooster chuckled before nodding his head in response as he took a drink of his own beer.
“Not at all… She hasn’t said a word to me since yesterday morning when I told her. I wish I didn’t have to go, but there is nothing I can do. At this point I don’t know how to get her to talk to me again.”
“I have an idea… Your dad and I used to do this with the ladies all the time.”
You watched as Maverick and Bradley talked trying to make out what was being said. You could see Maverick gesturing towards you, and conspiring with Penny. The two of them are planning something. You didn’t care to find out what it was though.
You continued your game with Phoenix, joking around with the rest of the boys to distract yourself from the subtle ache in your chest forming the longer you go not talking to Bradley. He is in the same room as you but he feels unreachable. Even if you did talk to him, at this point you wouldn’t know what to say. Everytime you look at him the frustration bubbles back up to the surface. Even thinking about the whole situation has again buried down the longing within you.
Just as you start to line up your final shot, the jukebox cuts out and you hear the tapping on a microphone over the bar speakers. You try and see what is going on but the packed room makes it impossible to see who currently has the microphone. Music slowly starts to flood the room as you hear a familiar voice start to sing alone to the tune.
"Is that Bradshaw?" Phoenix perks up, setting her pool stick down.
"I hope not…" You grumble, already recognizing the voice growing closer. The crowd parts, revealing the answer to your suspicions. Bradley making his way towards you, microphone held up to his lips as he continues to sing. His aviators hang from the neck of his shirt, tugging it down to show off a peak of his chest and collar bones. His hair is a pile of messy curls, lacking the gel he has to use day to day when on duty.
You can smile every smile for the man
Who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight…
You try to turn away to walk away from Bradley but you're met with Phoenix grabbing your shoulders to turn you back to face him as he keeps closing the gap between you two. She wears the smile of a traitor as she moves to stand next to you, blocking the path of escape.
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me…
You roll your eyes at Bradley's attempt at breaking you, that slowly is working, and attempt yet again to walk away. This time heading the opposite direction of phoenix. Maverick breaks through the crowd, stepping right in front of you stopping you in your pathway.
Oh, I know that the music's fine..
"Seriously! You're in on this too!?" You try to raise your voice over the music, but it's no use. You cross your arms in protest as Maverick slowly backs you up to where you started. You loved this song, and Bradley knew it. He would put it on before he left for every mission as his promise to come home to you. The longing within you has now broken through all the anger. So desperately you wanted to let yourself feel it, but if you did and something happened to Bradley on this deployment you’d never recover. So for now it was easier to pretend that you felt nothing at all.
Laugh and sing but while you're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone…
You scoff at the reminder of Bradley's departure, the thought striking fear inside of you. Unable to leave your position, you decide to turn your back to Bradley, when a hand gently grabs your wrist, catching you off guard, spinning you to be face to chest with Rooster. He towers over you, a smile plastered on his smug little face, proud of his little display with Maverick. You try to pull away but he keeps his grasp held steady. Your tongue pushes on the inside of your cheek, and you click your tongue with another roll of your eyes, letting out a large sigh, as you finally give up trying to pull away.
Baby, don't you know I love you so?
Can't you feel it when we touch?..
He places your hand up on top of his shoulder, then pulls you in by your waist to close the gap on the last syllable of the lyric. The warmth of his body feels like home. The smell of him filling your lungs, your heart lurching in your chest. A small squeal slips out, followed by a giggle. A smile grows on Bradley’s face knowing he is wearing you down. You try to squirm free but his hold is firm enough to keep you tightly pressed to him without it hurting, the tension in your body slowly starting to release within his arms.
I will never, never let you go
I love you, oh, so much…
You softly hit his chest with your free hand in defeat of escape, your palm lingering flat over his heart after impact. Your other arm moves to curl around the back of his neck, your fingers tangled up in the hair at the nape of his neck, circling along his scalp. Bradley’s hips are pressed against your body and sway the two of you side to side.
His voice has you in a trance. The softness of the melody mixed with the slightest rasp from his vocal cords gives you involuntary butterflies. No matter how mad you were at Bradley, you knew inside it wasn't his fault he was being deployed, you just hated the lack of say you had in the situation. At this point the rest of the squad, even the usually quiet Bob, and most of the bar patrons have all joined in the serenade.
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for him!
"Alright, alright! You win…"
The bar erupts in cheers. Rooster hands his mic over to Maverick, who gives you a wink, and cups the side of your cheek. You lean into his callous hand, your skin burning under his touch. Your eyes are locked with his, tracing over every feature of his face, trying to soak it in while you can.
"Kiss him already!" Penny yells behind the bar. "Disrespect the Navy or you buy a round!" She threatens.
You let out a laugh before standing on your toes to meet Bradley halfway. His lips meet yours and the bar yet again fills with cheers. The volume of the bar almost drowning out the softest, most innocent moan of contentment Bradley lets slip into your mouth. The taste of beer lingers on his tongue, his kiss becoming deeper before he finally pulls away.
“I love you, honey.” Rooster whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek. His breath warm on your ear, sending a spark through your body. You interlock your fingers with his as you both make your way back to the tables with the rest of the squad, each of them taking turns poking fun at you for caving in to his cheesy display.
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Devil in Disguise
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader
Summary: You wake up before Bradley and decide to make you both breakfast.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. This is highly self indulgent, no gendered pronouns are used but I wrote this with myself in mind so I'm tagging it female reader!
A/N: The song You're the Devil in Disguise by Elvis has been playing in my head a lot lately and this fic was born because of it so enjoy the sappy fic!
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There was hardly ever an occasion where you were awake before Bradley. He was a morning person inside and out and it drove you up a wall. This last assignment they sent the pilots on was exhausting for all parties. There were so many variables that kept changing, forcing them to run courses and change flight patterns during practice runs constantly, not to mention the countless briefing meetings they had to sit through. Nonetheless the mission went well and everyone came home safe.
You rolled onto your side, a smile wide on your lips at the sight of Bradley sleeping peacefully next to you. Your whole heart laid right beside you. Sleeping soundfully. Safe. You studied each of his features, the steady rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, his heavy breaths. The way his curls ran wild without the uniform gell slicking them into place. A few strands of them falling down onto his forehead. The scars on his face that have started to fade but still linger.
To surprise Bradley you decided to make him breakfast to wake up too. The gentle kiss you place on his forehead doesn't disturbed is peaceful sleep, neither does the jostling of the bed as you slipped out of it. Your eyes adjusted to the bright living room, the morning sun pouring in the windows. You opened the windows even though the heat was soon to follow, but for now a nice breeze washed over the house. The slight smell of salt from the ocean a few miles away carried on its back.
Rooster had a large collection of records in the house. He insisted that "everything sounds warmer on vinyl, honey." So you picked his favorite one, Elvis's Greatest Hits, and put it on the turntable. The slight static before the music began sending chills down your spine. You kept the volume low enough to not wake Bradley but just high enough to fill the silence of the house and drown out the inevitable clanging of bowls coming from the kitchen.
“You're the Devil in Disguise" started to play as you poured each ingredient for the pancakes into the bowl. With your hips swinging and head bobbing along to the music, you stirred up breakfast, completely oblivious that Bradley had woken up. He leaned himself on the doorframe to the kitchen, just watching in adoration as you hummed and danced your way through cooking. When the first pancakes were ready you turned to grab a plate and let out a yelp at the sudden sight of him.
Bradley lets out the sweetest little laugh, before pulling you in by the waist. Your body pressed closely to his chest, your neck straining to look up at him. The height difference always made him chuckle, but you both secretly loved the way he towered over you. His hand tapped the bottom of your chin, lingering in its resting place as he leaned down and kissed you. Bradley’s lips were gentle and soft against yours, kissing you so sweetly and seemingly innocently. Just as quickly as you lost yourself in the connection, the smell of burning pancakes snapped you back to reality. His hands interlock with themselves just around your lower back, “Hey! I wasn’t done with you!”
“My pancakes are burning!” You say breaking through his gated arms. You fumbled a plate from the cabinet, and began scraping at the pancakes to get them unstuck from the griddle. Bradley once again curls himself around you, the heat from his body warming your back. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, a small kiss placed on top of your head. Bradley’s cheek leans on your head, taking in the smell of your shampoo, one of his favorite scents of yours. After a few moments he begins to trail kisses from your cheek, down the side of your neck, and onto the tops of your shoulders. His oversized shirt that you stole slipped off one shoulder, revealing the freckle ridden skin beneath it. His hands trailed up and down your sides and your arms, and everywhere else he could manage. He peppered slow kisses all over your bare shoulder before finally resting his chin on you. He scoffed jokingly at your disgruntled display of further murdering the pancakes by stabbing them with a fork.
“You distracted me with your kisses!” You said finally leaving the fork stabbed in the pile.
“I’m sorry! Elvis told me to you know.” He grabbed your hips and turned you around to face him before pulling you up to sit on the counter, finally sitting face to face with you. "I'm sorryyyy." He drug out trying to hide his laughter at the fakes pout you have ever put on.
He leaned in to kiss you but just before he was able to reach your lips a wet glob of batter was splattered on his nose. You liked the rest of the batter off your finger with the cheekiest grin, a few giggles slipping past your lips.
"Ohohoho" Bradley taunted as the music continued to play through the kitchen. Singing along to the lyrics he continued "You're the devil in disguise!"
Before you could get a word out or slip off the counter his face pressed into the crook of your neck, smearing the sticky batter all over your skin. "Bradley Bradshaw!" You squealed as you pushed his chest to get him off of you. His face now covered in the substance more so than before. He chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders in playful innocence.
"Go clean yourself up. I have to start breakfast all over again." You said wiping your neck clean with a towel. You hopped down off the counter as Rooster turned off the stove. Before you could ask what he was doing he hoisted you up, your arms and legs wrapping around his neck and wasn't to keep you from falling to the floor. "What are you doing! I need to finish breakfast!"
"I have a different idea…" he says, pecking your lips with a quick kiss as he carries you to your bedroom. "Breakfast can wait."
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Fly Away With Me
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x GN!Reader
Summary: Date night with Bradley in the stars
Tags: No gendered pronouns or descriptions of physical appearance used except the line "his fingers getting lost in your hair". Just some sweet fluff!
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You sat on the bay window with your knees tucked to your chest, your feet rubbing circles on top of each other. The cool breeze from outside drifts in through the open glass, running down your skin leaving goose bumps behind in its trail. You pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch and over top of you, being careful not to spill the drink in your hands in the process. You take a sip of your drink as the sun starts to set. You leaned back against the window frames, closing your eyes and basking in the light of golden hour.
Your mind started to drift as you listened to the sound of the seagulls in the distance. You thought about Bradley. Being in a relationship with someone in the service wasn’t easy. There were more nights spent apart from each other than together. Never have a guaranteed day off, or date night, and plans almost always being moved at least once before they eventually fall through. Occasionally Rooster would be able to make it home, but it was always long after you were asleep. He would crawl into bed next to you, pulling you as close to him as he could, never wanting to let go. Sometimes he could only spend a few hours in bed sleeping with you before having to return to base, but he would soak up every second of quality time he could get. Loving Bradley was worth all of the sacrifices, but peaceful nights like tonight still left a small ache in your chest as his absence.
The growing volume of music slowly draws you back to reality. Jazz trumpets ring softly from outside. You toss the blanket to the side, a cold shiver rolling across your lap in its absence. You place your drink down on the side table as you examine the empty backyard trying to find out where it’s coming from.
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away…
The lyrics ring in your ears, bringing a smile to your face. Bradley always loved this song and sang it to you on your quiet nights in the house. His chest pressed to your back as he stood behind you, his chin resting perfectly on top of your head. His hands would rest on your hips, slowly swaying the two of you back and forth as he would sing softly. This song being his subtle way of asking you time and time again to be his.
As you made your way through the house to the front door the music grew louder.
Once I get you up there, I’ll be holding you so near, you may hear, angels cheer, ‘cause we’re together…
You open the front door to see the love of your life before you. It took a second for your mind to process that he was actually here. Leaning against the front porch pole, wearing a half cocked smile, a small bouquet of flowers held carefully in his hands. The aviators sat down his nose just far enough to get a peak of his beautiful brown eyes, a small speaker sitting beside him on the railing. Your hands covered your heart as you took in the entirety of the moment.
“Bradley…” You started to get choked up as you watched his smile grow larger with each step toward you he took. He set the flowers down on the ground before wrapping you tightly in his arms. You buried your face in his chest, relishing in his scent and warmth. He kissed the top of your head before pulling back and taking your face in his hands.
“I’ve missed you so much, honey.” He pulls your face closer to his, your lips colliding with the same electricity as the first time he kissed you. You melted into the taste of him, his fingers trailing along your jawline towards your ears. Bradley’s hands flattened out against the side of your head, his fingers getting lost in your hair, as the two of you kept from parting lips.
The need for air finally breaks the moment. Heat rushes to your face, as you let out a small chuckle. "What are you doing home? I didn't think you'd have any time off this week."
"They had to do surprise maintenance on the jets, so they gave us the night. I have a surprise for you." He said taking your hand in his. You didn't question him because you already knew he wouldn't tell you.
He opened your door before aiding you, even thought you didn't need it, into his bronco. He shut your door before kissing your cheek through the open window.
With each turn you tried to figure out where he was taking you. The sun has since set, making it harder to figure out his plan in the dark. His hand rested on your thigh, your hand snaked around his wrist to rest on top of his hand in return. The closer you got you realized he was actually taking you to Maverick's hanger, before surely enough pulling onto his road.
"What are we doing here?" You asked him puzzled.
"You'll see." He gave your thigh a little pat as he parked the truck beside the building. He hopped put and again opened your door, taking your hand to get you safely to the ground.
His fingers intertwine with yours as he leads you both towards the runway. You can see a blanket laid out on one of the two tarmacs, candles in Mason jars spread out all around. There was a basket of food, glasses, and a bottle of sparkling cider.
"Honey! I love it!" You stood on the tops of your toes to kiss his cheek. The two of you took your place on the blanket as he set out plates for you both, serving the finger food meal for each of you.
You spent the next little bit laughing and talking, eating and sipping in the drinks, just soaking in every minute of this rare quality time you get together.
Bradley looked up to the sky before sighing softly. "I wanted to give you a meal under the stars, but apparently that didn't work out…"
You joined his gaze at the sky to see some light clouds had rolled in, covering the shining lights. You rested your hand on his before turning his face towards yours.
"It's still perfect darling. I love it, and I love you.” You kissed his lips softly, brushing away a fallen curl from his forehead as you broke apart. A mischievous grin lands on his face, yours wearing a concerned look to match. “What…”
“I have an idea so you can see the stars. Come with me.” He pulls you up to your feet, his pace just short of a jog as he brings you to the bay doors of the hanger. He pulls them wide open to reveal Maverick’s plane, amongst all of his other belongings.
“You can’t be serious…”
With little to no effort Bradley pulled himself up onto the wings and seated himself in the pilot seat of the plane. It started up with no problems, all lights and gauges reading perfect, so the two of you began to taxi onto the empty tarmac.
“Maverick is on a sailing trip with Penny. He’ll never know!” Before you could argue
Bradley was already over at the plane, pulling the cover off. As skeptical as you were of his plan, the idea of seeing the stars in the sky, from the sky, was so exciting. So, you helped Bradley get everything prepped before he helped you climb into the backseat. He helped you secure your harness and headset, checking the mic and audio to make sure you could hear him and vice versa.
“Are you sure you know how to fly this thing? It’s not the same as your fighter jets!” You called hesitantly into the com.
“I helped Mav fix this thing up! I’ve flown it before, don't worry honey.” He did some final checks of pressure levels, flipping switches that you were sure didn’t even do anything except make him look sexy, before the plane began to make its way forward, picking up speed rapidly.
“Remember what I taught you!” He urged just before lifting off the ground. You were reminded to watch your hands, making sure not to grab anything you shouldn’t out of reaction. As you ascended into the skies you were quickly swallowed by the fluffy clouds. Your heart lurched at how all vision of direction and sense of surroundings was lost, taking in a small sharp breath.
“It’s alright Honey, we’re almost there.” He reassured, “Ready?”
You tilted your head up to the canopy just as the rounded barrier broke through the clouds. The night sky opened up to reveal every constellation you could imagine. The clouds below blocking out any light, you could have sworn you were in space.
“Oh my God! It’s amazing!” Your gaze searching all over the sky, never landing in one spot for too long. Rooster laughed over the radio at your amazement, pointing out the handful of constellations he knows. You could have stayed in the sky for hours, but after a while it was time to return to the ground.
After a graceful landing, and a short taxi, you pulled into the hanger to see Maverick sitting in one of his chairs. He stood to meet you both as you deplaned, the wonder and amazement still flowing through you.
“So you’re stealing planes now?”
“I learned from the best!” Maverick crossed his arms and let out a soft chuckle. He couldn’t be too mad seeing as he “borrowed” a navy property F-18 to take Penny on a joy ride back in the day.
He gave Rooster a look, but after seeing the way your face lit up, he dropped his tough guy act. He laughed and patted Rooster on the shoulder, before leaving the two of you to finish closing up the plane. This night was everything you could have hoped for and more.
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Rooster Headcanons
So a Top Gun hyperfixation hit me like a mac truck and I have seen Top Gun: Maverick 3 times in theaters... So in honor of my new found love, enjoy some random Rooster headcanons I have!
He calls you honey because that's what he grew up hearing his dad call his mom
He hates when you take his aviators. I feel like Bradley is SUPER protective of his glasses and is always worried you will lose his, so I can see him getting you a matching pair just so you leave his alone.
On the other hand he LOVES seeing you in his Hawaiian shirts. That drives the man feral when he wraps his arms around you and can smell himself on your skin.
He can speak french.. Don't ask me why I think this, but man sounds sexy as hell, like I am obsessed with his voice, and you know damn well if he can speak French he's whispering dirty French shit in your ear at the most inopportune times.
Bradley comes across as this cocky confident guy but it’s all overcompensation for the fact that he is actually insecure about himself and his father’s legacy. He worries that he isn’t measuring up enough to his dad or is constantly worrying if Goose would be proud of him.
I also feel like Bradley is a morning person, and no it’s not because his call sign is Rooster. That man just radiates morning person energy and I do not vibe with it.
He absolutely is a PDA man, but in moderation. He isn’t going to french you at the grocery store, but he will always hold your hand when out and about, or walk with his arm around your waist or his hand on your lower back. If you’re sitting next to each other his hand is always on your thigh and he has no hesitations about it.
I feel like one of his big love languages, especially after losing his dad, is Quality Time. So no matter how busy he gets with work he always finds time to do something with you. Whether it's a movie at home, or if he has enough free time to plan a full date night, or at the very least a private phone call, he always makes time for you.
This one isn’t originally mine, I’m stealing it from @thebradleybradshaw but I absolutely agree that he calls kisses “Smooches”. I can hear him saying “Come here Honey, give me a smooch!” and I think that is the cutest thing ever.
He doesn’t get flustered easily, but if you can manage to get him, boy does he blush hard. I’m talking stuttering and bright red in the cheeks.
He also goes wild when you call him “Lieutenant Bradshaw”
Another one I'm not sure why I think this is but it's that Bradley has to sleep with the window open or fan on otherwise he flops around all night like a fish until you finally cave just for the sake of getting your own good night sleep.
I'm sure I'll make a part two if I think of more! Feel free to send me your own Rooster headcanons! I'd love to hear them!!
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Sleepless Nights
Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: Matt Finds out you haven't been sleeping
TW: None I think
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You're sitting at your desk fighting tooth and nail to stay awake. Eyes heavy and body like jello. You're leaning on your hand in a manner to barely keep one eye pried open as you flip through the files pertaining to Nelson and Murdock’s current trial. "Wow. That interesting of a read huh?" Foggy says startling you to a perfect posture position.
"Oh.. uh... yeah. I just. Got distracted..." you said rubbing your face to try and collect yourself.
"This is the third day in a row you have been out of it. Are you feeling ok?" Foggy asks pouring you some coffee.
"Yeah. I just.." your voice trails off as Matt walks out of his office. "I think I'm coming down with something." You say as you clear your throat and nod as a thank you to Foggy, taking the outstretched coffee.
Matt leans against the door post to his office, hand on his hip. You can feel him staring into you, knowing he's listening to your heart rate. Well now he knows I’m lying. The truth is you haven't slept. Not more than 2 hours a night for almost the past week. Matt had made headway on locating some remaining Russians that had gone underground when he thought he took them all down. He came home about 2 weeks ago in pretty bad shape. It took you an hour to treat all of his injuries as he faded in and out of consciousness. You've never been so scared in your life. You cried and begged him to stay awake- to talk to you and fight the urge to slip unconscious again- as you watched his blank stare fade and eyes roll back into his head.
Since that night you haven't slept soundly. Losing more and more sleep each night he goes out. Matt had enough going on in Hell's kitchen that he feels obligated to protect, he didn't need to add taking care of you to his list. You’ve been staying at your place more so he doesn’t know that you aren’t sleeping but on the nights you do cave in and stay over there he lays with you until you're "asleep" before going out into the dark. You fake this because he needs those moments of peace and safety of holding you in his arms just as much as you do.
"Why don't you take half a day today Y/N. We've got this covered here. Go home and get some rest and we can fill you in tomorrow morning." Matt says concerned.
"No. Really I'm ok, I want to help." You adjust your chair, sitting upright pulling into your desk.
The rest of the day drags on as you fight back the exhaustion. "All in a day's work!" Foggy says shutting his office door. "Josie's anyone?" He says pointing at you and Matt with his eyebrows raised.
"Thanks Fog, but I'm going to take Y/N home."
"I guess I don't have a choice." You laugh nervously. Grabbing your personal belongings and closing your computer down. You walk to the door with Foggy and Matt- who has grabbed your elbow to guide him. You walk home listening to Matt talk about the trial coming up and different strategies of approaches that we can take. You nod and mutter the occasional affirmation so he knows you're listening but you're more distracted knowing it's just a matter of hours before he leaves to go out again. All of the horrible scenarios running through your aching head. "Stay with me tonight." Matt says breaking the thought pattern and stopping you in your tracks.
"What?"
"Stay with me tonight. You need to rest and my apartment is closer. I'll cook you dinner and we can watch a movie"
"Is this you asking or telling?" You question back.
"Both?" He says tilting his head wearing a smirk.
"Fine. But I'm picking the movie." you say playfully bumping shoulders with him as you continue the walk to his place.
Around 830 you finish cleaning up dish-ware from dinner. You wash and dry them in silence as your eyes get heavy. Once the dishes are done you head to the bathroom closing the door behind you. You wash your face- removing all of the concealer and foundation you’ve been using to keep up your act as you stare into the mirror and see the physical toll the lack of sleep is taking on your body. Your eyes are puffy, with dark blue shade underneath- your cheeks and face are void of any other natural color. Thank goodness Matt is blind and can’t see the evidence.
“Sweetheart?” Matt says knocking on the door-snapping you out of your thoughts again.
“I’ll uh… I’ll be out in a second!” you urge back splashing more water on your face before taking a big breath in to prepare to leave the bathroom. You open the door to see Matt standing with his arms crossed, blank stare searching for your face.
“What’s wrong?” you ask in as normal of a voice as you can make.
“I was going to ask you the same thing..” he says running his hand up your arm and to your cheek. He leans in to place a kiss on your forehead and you meet him halfway, melting into his arms.
“I’ve just missed you, that's all.” you say squeezing your arms around his waist as you tuck your head under his chin.
“Sweetheart?”
“Yeah?” you say looking up at his face, glistening in the neon lights coming through the living room windows.
“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” his eyes move trying to meet yours.
“Why do you ask?” you say taken back.
“You have been really out of it lately.. Your body temperature hasn’t risen so you aren’t sick like you said but I’m worried about you” he says cradling the back of your head with his hand and the other rubbing circles on your back.
“I… well…” You feel a lump form in your throat and tears form in your eyes. Your breathing rate picks up as you try and stifle your cries. Matt holds you close to him, his warm touch and strong grip making you feel safe enough to fall apart. You start to cry, unable to even form a thought to begin to explain what has been going on.
“Shhh..my love…” He says softly, running his hand through your hair. “Talk to me, I’m here..”
“For now… but what happens in a couple hours? You go out and I lay awake waiting for you to come home? Not knowing if you’ll even make it home.” You say pulling back from his arms, wiping your tears away. “I haven’t slept since that night you came home almost dead Matthew.. I watched you fade in and out. I cried over you, and begged you to stay with me. I’ve never felt so scared or helpless in my life. I had to sit and wait for you to wake up. Wait for you to decide to fight to live. How am I supposed to sleep knowing you’re out there fighting your way through the dark.”
“I’ll always come back to you y/n. Always.” Matt says cupping your cheek. His hands are calloused but his touch is still somehow soft. You raise your hand and hold it over top of his, leaning into his palm.
“I can’t lose you Matty…” Your voice trails off.
“And you won’t.”
“I know you think you’re invincible, but you’re still human. Even with your amazing senses you still have limits. We all do.”
“I promise I’ll be more careful. I shouldn’t have put all of that on you the other night. Not all alone. That wasn’t fair to you, and it won’t happen again.” Matt says reaching for your hand. He grabs it and holds it to his chest. You can feel his gentle steady heartbeat bringing a calming reassurance that he is very much alive. “Come on. You need to rest.”
“I can’t go to sleep just to wake up to you gone..” You say hiding your face in his chest.
“I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
You both make your way to the bedroom and climb into his bed. The silk sheets are cool to the touch, a calming sensation. Matt wraps his arms around your waist as you lay with your back to him. Fitting into the shape of his body perfectly. He can sense your hesitation in letting yourself relax. “Go to sleep sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
Hearing that sentence allows you to let out a sigh of relief. A sigh that feels like you’ve been holding your breath for days. You melt into Matts’ embrace, finally feeling safe enough to sleep. And just as he said, you woke up the next morning with him safe and sound- asleep by your side. You rolled over to face him, taking in every little detail of his presence before wiggling your way into his arms and onto his chest, falling back to sleep.
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It's Happening Again
Matt Murdock x gn!reader
Summary: You have a panic attack and Matt helps you through it
Warnings: Anxiety, panic, pet names
Note: I have always hesitated writing a fic like this because anxiety is so different for everyone and everyone copes differently but due to a recent panic attack I had this idea of something similar that helps ground me. but let me be clear THIS FIC IS NOT TO ROMANTICIZE ANXIETY AND PANIC ATTACKS.
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GIF by @ghostlyhypnopossesionandswaps
Your name rings from Matt’s phone, as he absent-mindedly grabs it off the desk and answers it on speaker. “Hey baby, Foggy and I are in the middle of something, is it ok if-”
“Matty..” You whimper out a small breathless cry cutting off his sentence. His posture straightens immediately causing his heart rate to increase at the sound of the distress in your voice.
“Sweetheart what's wrong.” He asks urgently, the slightest bit of fear lingered in his tone.
“I-I- I can’t breathe. I-I-It’s happening again..” You say through rapid wheezes and trembling vocal cords. Matt’s worry weighed heavy on his chest growing larger as you stifled your sobs on the other end of the line. Foggy stood in the room listening to it all “Matt- go. I’ve got this, I’ll meet up with you later.”
Matt was up and out the door with no more than a rushed nod of gratitude to Foggy. “I’m on my way baby, hang on.” He hung up the phone and threw his cane in the alley behind the office and began climbing the fire escape to the roof. From there he raced over every obstacle in typical daredevil fashion until he reached your building. He slid down the stairs of your fire escape and through your window, practically crashing in without opening it first. You were sitting on the floor of your living room, back to the couch, with your knees tucked up to your chest. Matt could hear the racing of your heart, deafening everything else in the city, your breathing fast and erratic. He rushed over to you and kneeled down in front of you.
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m here. What happened, talk to me honey.” He grabbed your knees and slowly slid them to the floor to open up your chest to breathe easier, and took your trembling hands in his own.
“I-I Can’t… I feel like… It just…” You can barely choke out words through your gasps for air. This isn’t the first time you’ve had a panic attack in front of Matt but it never fails to break his heart at how helpless he feels in this situation.
“Hey, focus on me ok? Focus on breathing. We need to breathe together.” He takes one of your hands and slides it down into the collar of his shirt holding it against his bare chest. Using the rise and fall of his chest as your guide you try to match his pace. His fingertips tracing around the inside of your palm gives you a sensory outlet to ground you. After a few minutes your breathing is under control but your heart is still racing and your muscles still tremble at any form of movement.
“I don’t know what happened, one minute I-I was fine and t-then I wasn’t”
“It’s ok. You’re safe with me. Give me one second and I'll be right back.” Matt makes his way to your freezer grabbing an ice cube and brings it back to you.
“Close your eyes” He says. You do so without arguing, still focusing on taking deep breaths. “Tell me where you feel this.” He swipes the ice cube across your palm, the sudden wet and cold making you flinch.
“My hand”
“Good. Next?”
“My forehead”
“Keep going” Matt says softly. He moves the ice cube all around. Ear. Nose. Knuckle. Kneecap. Throat. Lips. It doesn’t take long for Matt to hear the steadying of your heart beat. He glides the ice cube all over until it melts into a puddle from the burn of your skin. You take a deep breath and let out a relieved sigh as you regain some control of your body.
“Better?” Matt says cupping your cheek with his wet and cold hand. The touch slowly cools down the heat that has rushed to your cheeks. You nod into his touch. “Good. Want to stand?”
“Yes” You say as Matt stands up holding out a helping hand. You gladly take it as he helps pull you to his feet and immediately into his embrace. You take in the smell of him as it wraps around you. All of your senses taken over at this moment by Matt Murdock. The final bit of grounding you need to safely continue with your day.
“I’m sorry Matty. You were busy at work… I shouldn’t have called.”
“Don’t. Don’t you ever apologize for having a panic attack. And even more so for calling me. I’m here for you. I will always come help you when you need me.” He says holding you tighter in his arms.
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Sick Days
Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: Matt taking care of you when you're sick
Warnings: None, just a bit of fluff
a/n: I am discovering as much as I love writing these I'm not nearly as gifted at writing as everyone else lol so I apologize for the lack of description, i have no clue how to write without it sounding weird. so enjoy this little oneshot of Matt just being gentle with you.
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As Matt comes home he places his cane by the door and glasses on the side table. “Y/N?” he calls out. He is normally met at the door by you running up and wrapping your hands around his neck followed by an attack of kisses but today it was just him. Searching the apartment he hears your heart beating faster than normal but your breathing is steady. Matt finds you on the couch asleep in a ball. Sinking down onto the edge of the sofa he gently starts rubbing your back, slowly waking you up so as to not scare you. A deep cough comes from your lungs as you start to regain consciousness. “Oh honey…” Matt says softly brushing the hair out of your face. “Are you ok?”
“I’ve been better” you muster up between coughs, not even opening your eyes to look at Matt. He pauses for a second, with his hand resting on your back between your shoulder blades then moving to your forehead.
“Your lungs sound clear but you’re burning up. Have you eaten yet?”
“No.. I haven’t done much of anything” you groan trying to find a position that doesn’t hurt your aching rib cage. The couch returns to its position in the absence of Matt as he leaves to go to the kitchen. You hear him start rustling around, the clanging of pans and bowls as you fade back in and out of sleep. What feels like 5 minutes pass when Matt places a gentle kiss on the side of your temple when he comes back with a bowl of soup and some ibuprofen, and a cold wet cloth. “Sit up sweetheart” he whispers to you as he helps guide your legs to the floor and steady yourself in a sitting position. The simple movement of sitting up is enough to make the whole world spin around you. He places the cool towel on the back of your neck and that helps ground your spinning feeling.
“I feel like I got hit by a bus. How do you do this every night!”
“You learn to live with it” He laughs you off. “Where does it hurt?”
“Where doesn’t it hurt..” you groan. “It feels like someone is sitting on my chest. My lungs are on fire and the excessive coughing is causing my ribs to ache. The sinus pain and headache make it seem like my face is going to explode… and the chills are just the icing on the cake.”
“Here take this. It’ll help with the pain and bring your fever down.” He gives you the ibuprofen and you choke it down with some soup. Your stomach turns when the food hits it. You don’t know how long it's been since you have had something to eat, your stomach doesn’t know what to do with the sudden nutrients. You slowly take bites, giving the food time to settle and allowing you to catch your breath.
“You don’t have to do this. I don’t want to get you sick..” your voice cracks as you start coughing again.
“Well I can’t just leave a beautiful woman helpless on my couch now can I?” he smirks. “Come on. You need to get into bed.” Matt takes the bowl and sets it on the coffee table as he wraps his arm around your waist and helps you stand to your feet.
“I don’t feel very good…” You say practically turning green.
“It’s ok. Take a breath- we’ll take it slow”. Has hand rubbing circles under your shirt on your lower back. Your skin burns under the touch of his calloused fingers, but the gentleness of hands is soothing.
“Don’t get too handsy there Mr. Murdock, no taking advantage of me tonight”
“I wouldn’t dare!” he scoffs, placing a kiss on your cheek.
Matt leads you slowly to the bedroom as you sit gingerly on the side of the bed. You pull back the sheets and roll into the pillows stiffly, closing your eyes to help with the spinning sensation. You feel the bed move moments later from Matt climbing in the other side. He settles in pulling you close to his shirtless chest. You try to fight him on it to keep him from getting sick but your fragile self is no match for his strength. His skin is so warm and the rise and fall of his chest and his steady heartbeat is enough to loosen the tension in your body.
“I’ve got you y/n. Just rest.” he says as he pulls the comforter up over you, placing a lingering kiss on the top of your head, taking in the smell of you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other running his fingers up your jaw into your hair.
“You need to go out tonight, don’t worry about me.” you say slowly fading into sleep.
“Shhh.. I don’t care what happens in Hell’s Kitchen tonight. My priority tonight is you.”
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I Trusted You
Matt Murdock X Reader
Summary: Matt promised he would stay home for the night, but you woke up to empty bed to find he broke that promise.
TW: Some violence, mentions of blood, fighting
Note: This is my first ever Fanfic! It went on longer than I expected and I feel like I kinda got lost in the plot line so I'm sorry for that... But here is a little piece I wrote at work one day when I wasn't busy. Let me know any feedback you guys have!
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You are sitting on the couch wrapped up in a blanket trying to distract yourself from the ever building fear inside of you. You woke up about an hour ago only to find Matt had left, even though he said he would stay home tonight. Your mind is racing with thoughts of the worst possibilities of situations he could be in right now. Did he leave or was he taken? Is he unconscious somewhere? What if they captured him and he can’t get away? Your thoughts are interrupted by fumbling of the door handle. The door swings open to reveal a bleeding and limping man in a mask.
“You know most people’s boyfriend’s stumble home drunk. But not me- I’m lucky- mine comes in HALF DEAD!” You say getting up off the couch.
“I thought you’d be asleep” he groaned as he collapsed into the couch in pain.
“Oh so that makes this ok!?”
“No… No that’s not what I meant..” he says trying to ease your racing heart.
You scoffed at his response and walked towards the kitchen, avoiding his outstretched hand searching for your touch. “Honey..” he said softly “please-”
“Don’t” you snapped, cutting him off. You grabbed the ice pack from the freezer and threw it on the couch next to him. You grabbed your coat from the hook and started putting it on.
“What are you doing? Where are you going?” He asked worriedly but without response you left his apartment.
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You had been walking the streets for who knows how long just trying to simmer down. You decided it was time to go home and turned the corner onto your block. You saw two men drinking on the front steps of an apartment building, when they started catcalling you.
“What is such a precious treasure like you doing out so late sweetheart?” one uttered. “Why don’t we take you out of this cold and bring you into our place?'' the second chimed in. Paying no mind to them you kept walking, hands clenched in your pockets, rushing your steps without bursting into a full on sprint.
“Don’t act like you can’t hear us!” the first man said standing up to block your path. “Don’t you know it's rude to ignore people?”
“Listen, I'm not interested in your drunken invitation. Now get out of my way before I make you move”
“Easy now babygirl, we just wanna have some fun!” the second man said coming up behind you brushing your hair away to reveal your neck. Your body shuttered in disgust at his touch. “Don’t touch me!” you said elbowing his ribs behind you. He bent over in pain and you started to run but the first man grabbed you before getting away.
“Playing hard to get tonight I see. Don’t think you’re getting away after treating my boy like that.” he says, putting one of his arms around your neck and pinning yours behind your back with his other “An eye for an eye right?” he nods at his buddy who has caught his balance after your blow. “Right” he smirks back before giving you a hard and swift kick to the ribcage. You let out a yell in pain as the man restraining you drops his hold.
Scrambling to your feet out of breath you take a swing at one of them but miss. The first man strikes you across the face splitting your lip, causing you to fall into the swing of the second man hitting your eye. You fall to the ground bleeding when sirens sound nearby. Startled by the sound growing closer, the two men take off running leaving you on the sidewalk crying out in pain gasping for air. You crawl to the stairs and pull yourself up getting steady on your feet before you start moving as fast as you can back to Matt’s apartment.
Upon arriving you’re filled with rage, irrationally blaming Matt for being the reason you're hurt, but you know even with how mad you are and how hurt he is the safest place right now is inside with him..
“Where the hell have you been!?” Matt exclaims as you enter the room.
“Pilates- good for the abs you know?” you spit back at him.
“What happened? Are you ok?” Matt says, trying to stand up.
“Stay down devil boy, I'm fine, nothing happened.”
“I can taste the metallic in the air, you’re bleeding” he groans, finally getting to his feet, joining you in the kitchen. Matt opens the freezer and grabs the bag of peas. Turning and reaching to place it on your eye causes you to flinch. The thought of him helping you right now fuels the fire inside of you. Why on earth would you want his help when he is the reason you left.
“Get away from me.” tears start forming in your eyes. “I need to take a shower” you choke out rushing to the bathroom. From the living room Matt can hear your cries in the shower. Half of which are from pain and the other half is processing what happened as you come down from your adrenalin high. The hot water eases some pressure on your ribs as you watch the dried blood from your face wash down the drain. After getting out of the shower and wiping away the condensation from the mirror you see the damage up close. Bloodshot eyes from crying, left eye half swollen shut and a gash across your bottom lip. You slip on some loose fitting pajamas and make your way out of the bathroom. Matt is sitting on the couch with his head low in his hands hunched over. You sigh before walking over and finding a seat in the chair across from the couch. You sit down gingerly clutching your burning rib cage when you see a tear roll down Matt’s cheek.
“How bad are you hurt…” you say, breaking the silence.
“I’ve lived through worse.." He is still in his black suit that is now soaked in blood. the silence continues for a few moments as you try and find a position that doesn't cause seering pain in your ribs.
"Please let me help you..” he says with a shaking tone.
“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt.”
“If your heart beat wasn’t enough to give it away, the grinding of your rib is. I have to set it in place or it's going to cause a lot more problems.” he says as he stands over you. He places his hand on your ribcage before giving it a swift force of pressure causing it to pop into place.
“OW! SCREW YOU MURDOCK!” You cry out in pain doubling over yourself.
“I’m so so sorry sweetheart… this is all my fault..” Matt says holding back tears. He sits as far away from you as he can. Seeing him broken like this is worse than any physical pain though. Swallowing your own pride you make your way over to him. “No Matty it isn’t… I never should have left. I know better than to go out alone in Hell’s Kitchen at 3am.” you sit next to him wrapping his hands in yours.
“You left because of me though” he says interlocking his fingers with yours.
“Matthew, I left because I was scared. I woke up and you were gone. I didn’t know if you had been taken or if you were ever coming back. You could have been dead somewhere and I would have had no way of knowing. You told me you were staying home tonight and I trusted you. I was angry and hurt that you broke that part of me. The part of me that tries to trust you even knowing what you do.”
“I can’t stop being the man in the mask… you know that..” he says rubbing his thumbs over your hands.
“And I’m not asking you to stop. But if I can’t trust you- then what are we doing here?” you sigh.. “Listen.. I don’t want there to be a next time, but I know there will be. Just give me a warning, ok? Tell me you’re leaving. Let me kiss you goodbye, let me see you before you go because god forbid it be the last time I see you…”
“I think I can do that” Matt assures you. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my corner?”
“Let’s be real pretty boy... You’ll never deserve me.” you smirk, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Now it’s my turn to patch you up.”
"You're going to make this hurt aren't you.." he says nervously.
"Only a little" you laugh back getting the first aid kit
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Stargazing
Matt Murdock X Reader
Summary: Date night under the stars with Matt
Warnings: Just a pile of fluff I guess haha
Notes: For the one and only @matt-erialgirl THANK YOU BOO THANG!
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"Are you ready yet my love!?" You say practically bouncing up and down in Matt's apartment. You have set up a surprise date night up on the roof for the two of you. Things have settled in Hell's Kitchen so Matt was finally able to take a night off from his vigilante duties to spend a proper date night with you.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" Matt says coming out of his room. He's dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy. You almost liked seeing him in his casual clothes more than his work suits or devil gear. It made you feel like a "normal" couple. Matt reached out his hand and slid it into the crook of your elbow as you led him up to the roof.
"Ok now close your eyes!" You say before you can process the words coming out of your mouth.
"Do you think that's necessary?" Matt laughs at your sudden gasp. "What are we doing up here anyway?"
"Tonight is date night under the stars!" You grab Matt's hand and walk him around the skylight to a spot you have laid out. Comforters and pillows, you guys' favorite cheap beer, sandwiches, some soft music playing in the background. You had it all.
Matt bends down to his knees feeling for the beginning of the comforter as he crawls onto it. He pulls a pillow behind him and sits leaning against the brick wall patting the ground next to him, motioning you to sit, to which you happily agree.
"Do you like it?" You ask nervously, picking at the tips of your fingers. Matt reaches over and holds your hands in his palms, stoping your nervous habit.
"It's perfect." He says placing a kiss on your forehead.
As the night goes on you and him drink and eat, talking and laughing about anything and everything. Stories from your childhood, embarrassing high-school days, drunken college adventures. You talked about your future and what the two of you saw in it. The sun set hours ago and the stars had come out, brighter than the street lights below you.
"What's wrong?" Matt asks you. "You've gone quiet. Is everything ok?" He says concerned with the sudden loss of conversation.
"Oh. Yeah I'm fine! I got distracted looking at the stars. They are just so beautiful!" You say realizing the flaws in this perfect date night idea. "Wait.. I’m so sorry.. I didn't even think.. I know how much you miss the sky..." your voice trails off, face dropping of excitement.
"I bet they are" He assures you, rubbing his thumb over the back or your interlocked hands, smiling because your joy for the stars was contagious, even if he couldn’t see them. “Tonight has been perfect” he says softly.
"Well it's not over! Lay down." You say with a spark of excitement. You had an idea to help Matt experience the night sky. He lays on his back, head on the cold pillows without questioning you. He trusts you and your crazy ideas. You lay down next to him, pulling one of the comforters up over the two of you as the nighttime air has become a bit crisp.
"Give me your hand." Again, Matt does so without questioning. He has learned that sometimes it's better to do as you say and trust your process than to question each move you make. It always turns out great in the end anyway.
"So." You begin, taking a deep breath in. You begin forming Matt's hand into a pointed finger. "This..." you say, angling his hand at the first constellation. "Is the big dipper. It's one of the easiest to find."
You flatten out his hand and begin mapping out each of the points of the big dipper then tracing them like a connect the dot puzzle. Matt's face has formed a smile so large at your simple gesture. He chuckles as the tracing tickles his palm making his fingers twitch.
"And this one.." you say, reforming the pointed motion. "Is the little dipper. It looks the same, just smaller." Drawing out the same shape again- this time just smaller in his palm.
"What else is out tonight?" Matt asks, pulling your legs over his, with his free hand resting on your thighs. He alternates between grazing back and forth and drawing circles on your leg as you continue to go on about each constellation-pointing his hand to its location and drawing each design. This went on for an hour as you told him about when they were discovered, when they shine the brightest, who named them, and so forth. Matt always nodded with a smile at every fact you spit at him. Laughing with you, just taking in every second of this blissful night with you, wishing it would never end because this… This is the life he never thought he would have. The life he never thought he deserved.
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All of You
Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: Matt finds out you have freckles
Note: FOR YOU MY BEAUTIFUL FRECKLE BUDDY!! @matt-erialgirl I hope you like it!!
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The sun is just starting to rise as it creeps in the window. Casting rays onto the bed, warming the half of your body not engulfed by Matt. You lay with your head on his chest, slowly rising and falling with each of his breaths, taking in every second of this very rare occasion of him truly resting. Your fingers move up and down his chest, trailing across his scars. Matt takes in a big breath as he slowly wakes up, bringing one arm up around you the other to the side of your face. Cupping your cheek that fits so perfectly in his palm he runs his finger up and down your cheekbone. Your hand stays laying flat on his chest as you just take in his touch and presence. His hand trails up your arm and across your back, turning around and coming back down your arm.
“What are you doing?” you ask at his new out of pocket touch pattern.
“Do you.. Do you have freckles?” he asks with his lips curling into a small smile.
“Yeah.. I do.. Why? Can you feel them?! Oh my god!.” you say trying to quickly roll away from him to grab the covers to hide. You’ve never liked your freckles, it has always been one of your biggest insecurities. The way that the erratic spots stretch down your skin without any sort of symmetry on either side.
“Get back here!” His arms wrap around you pulling back over to him with a not so graceful “whack”, showering your cheeks and neck with little kisses.
“Ok! Ok!” you let out between laughs, begging him to release you. A small chuckle comes from him, a genuine laugh that you wish you could bottle up and listen to over and over again.
“Can I?” he pauses his touch waiting for your consent to map out your body.
You nod hesitantly. “Yes”
His hand trails slowly up your arm, stopping and feeling each one. His smile grows wider and wider the more of them he finds on your body. He reaches the top of your shoulder, stretches across your shoulder blades and comes back the same direction.
“I’ve never liked them…” You speak, breaking his silence.
“Why not? They set you apart from everyone. Something that I think is really special. I like them because it’s my sure way to know that it’s my girl in my arms.” he says giving you a tight squeeze.
“You’re so corny you know that?” you laugh at his cheesy sentiment, all of the air in your lungs being forced out by his overly affectionate morning self.
“What can I say. It’s what you do to me.” he gives you his smug little half cocked smile releasing you enough to regain oxygen. He spends the next little bit just slowly trailing his hands along your warm skin almost like he was reading one of his books, but instead mapping out each freckle to memory. Trying to paint more of the picture of you in his head, taking in every bump and imperfection that you think you have. Each spot makes him fall more and more in love with you. His gentle touch brings you comfort and security, allowing you to let him into this part of you, a part you have always tried to hide.
“I love them. I love each and every one of them.” He chuckles lightheartedly “Sweetheart?” He says softly. “Don’t ever feel like there is anything you have to hide from me… I love you... All of you.” he says as his trailing hands bring your chin up to face him and he places a long gentle kiss on your lips.
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How about instead of angst, you think about being playfully mad at Matt and you won't let him near you because his cuddle rights have been revoked so you get a nerf gun to keep him at bay
THIS IDEA IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!! Here is some Matt fluff to help you all recover from part 7 of "From the Shadows".
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“No! Get your hands off of me!” You say playfully slapping at Matt’s arms. He removes them from your waist begrudgingly. “You have lost cuddle privileges, remember!”
“Still!? I thought that was just for yesterday!” He groans in protest, still trying to run his hands along your arms.
“Yes, still!” This playful little situation started when making popcorn for you and Matt last night. You asked if he wanted pap-corn, to which he burst into laughter teasing you about your accent. You faked a pout and took away his right to touch you before hogging the entire bowl for yourself.
“Baby please.” He whined like a child. “I miss you”
“I’m sure you do. But stay back. I’m warning you.”
“Or what?” A curious smirk stretches along his lips. Your warning beggin for him to test the boundaries of your seriousness. He took one step forward towards you when you reached into the drawer to the right of you in the kitchen pulling out a small little nerf gun, you ran past him to the other side of the living room.
“I’m armed and dangerous!” You warn, cocking the slide of the toy gun to load it. Matt lets out a small laugh when he realizes what is in your possession.
His arms go up in the air “Please officer! Don’t shoot! I’m unarmed!” He continues to take slow steps forward towards you. A huge grin spread across your face.
“Don’t come any closer, I'm warning you!” You say moving your finger to the trigger. Matt ignores your warning so you fire a shot that bounces directly off his chest. He chuckles softly as he picks up speed in your direction. You fire the last three shots the closer he gets, each one bouncing off of his unbothered movements. He reaches you wrapping his arms around your waist picking you up and spinning you in a circle. You laugh uncontrollably as he does this. He slowly lets you down as your faces meet inches away from each other. His hand comes up to the side of your face and runs his fingers through the back of your hair, pulling you in to kiss him. He breaks away with a smile as wide as yours.
“I guess you’re forgiven…” You say leaning in for another gentle kiss.
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As Much As It Takes
Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: Matt comes home distant and you remind him of who he really is
Warnings: None
Note: This one kinda sucks because I didn't know how to start it but i just felt like sometimes Matt needs to be reminded of the man he really is.
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You’re reading a book on the couch, listening to the rain hit the side of Matt's apartment windows. Neon signs from the streets giving you enough light to see your book without any help from the lamps. Getting lost in your fantasy world you didn’t even hear Matt come in. He walks into the kitchen without saying a word to you, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer. You’re startled by the sound of the freezer door opening.
“Jeez Matt! You don’t have to use your stealth here in the apartment!” You close your book and set it on the table next to the couch. You turn to see Matt as he just stands leaning against the kitchen counter, holding the frozen pack to his ribs. He hasn’t said a word since coming home, not even acknowledging your presence.
“Matt?” you say straightening in your seat. His out of pocket behavior has you worried. “Are you hurt? What happened?” your speech picks up speed as you walk around to the side of the couch.
“I’m fine, nothing happened..” he hesitates, but makes his way over to you. “Y/n… You shouldn’t be here..”
“What are you talking about? Why not?” you begin fidgeting with your fingertips. You don’t know what happened out there tonight but something rattled the devil of hell’s kitchen.
“Because.. You are too good to get involved with someone like me… Someone who has the devil inside…” he says, his body language keeping himself closed off from you in this moment.
“Matthew.. Where is this coming from?”
“Why do you stay?” His questions cuts you. How could the man you love not see how wonderful he really is.
“Matthew..” you say approaching him slowly as to not scare away a deer.
“I’m serious sweetheart. Look at me, I’m not worth the trouble to be involved with. I’m a man who goes out at night and does h-horrible things to people. I come home to you a-and go about my day like it never even happened.. Maybe I’m doing more damage to this city than I am helping..” His head hangs low, eyes still covered by the red mask.
“Baby, I am looking at you… And do you know what I see?” you say reaching for his face.
“Your eyes are soft,” you say pulling his helmet off and dropping it behind him on the couch. “They aren’t hardened or lifeless. Even if you can’t see through them. They crinkle when you smile.” You let out a small laugh that causes him to give you a hint of a smirk to which you trace the lines on his face. You slowly bring your hand down his jaw and flatten your palm against his chest. “Your chest-”
“It’s covered in scars and bruises, from the people that I’ve hurt..” he cuts you off as his voice shakes. Matt’s hand holds tightly onto your wrist.
“Maybe.. But underneath them is your heart. And your heart beats are strong and steady. Not erratic like someone impulsive, operating off of adrenalin” you slowly move both hands up to his shoulders and trail your hands down along his arms.
“Your arms are my safe haven Matthew. As equally gentle as they are strong.” Taking both of his hands in yours he lets out a small sigh like he is holding back tears. He doesn’t flinch at your touch, he never has.
“Your hands…” you begin to say as you strip his gloves off. “They are calloused from the years of fighting, but their touch is still tender.” Gently you bring his bare hand up and hold his palm to your cheek, giving the inside of it a small kiss. The blood from his glove had soaked onto his hand leaving a small residue on your face but you paid no mind to it. You moved your hands to his hips causing him to shudder.
“Even your stance Matt, it's firm and solid but inviting. You have a comforting demeanor. You don’t walk around with your head held higher than everyone else. You have pure intentions, not some license to kill. You know the limits of the law and you operate outside of it with morals, knowing when to stop. Operating fairly and with self control even after you have experienced the pit of humanity. You, Matthew Murdock, are good. Inside and out you are good. Good for this city, good for your friends, good for me.” you emphasize as you bring your forehead to meet his.
His hands are intertwined with yours resting on his lap as he sits on the arm rest of the couch. A tear falls from his cheek onto the back of your hand as he stifles a cry. You stand up and pull his head into your chest, running your fingers through the back of his hair. His arms fly around your waist holding you as tight as he could muster as he lets himself fall apart.
“I have seen you, Matt, and I see what you do, what you stand for, and I can tell you..” you pause, bringing his face up to meet yours. “There is no devil inside of you Matty. It's only good..” you say, placing a gentle kiss on his swollen lips. A kiss to remind him that you are not afraid of him or who he thinks he is becoming because you know the truth. Your forehead returns to rest against his.
“And I will remind you as many times as you need, because I know the real you, and it is a man worth knowing and even more worth loving.”
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okay college!matt x reader in like established relationship and they're just hanging out under a blanket watching a movie with foggy on the other side of the room and matt just starts traveling his hands down your shorts. IDK foggy just being oblivious and matt smirking while you try to stay quiet !!!!
OK BESTIE I HAVE NOT STOPPED THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY.
18+ ahead!! MINORS I SWEAR I WILL COME FOR YOU DON'T TEST ME!
It would start simple and subtle, just his hand on your knee and then it moving slowly to your inner thigh
He would rest it there for a few minutes before then squeezing slightly and then rubbing back and forth, each stroke getting closer and further between your legs
You slap his hand away because you’re not dumb and know what he was doing but he just laughs it off and goes right back to where he left off
Foggy is completely oblivious on the other couch, turning to look at you guys occasionally to say something but not even pick up on the death grip you have on the pillow next to you
He would pull his hand away when he knows you’re close, just to make you fidget, desperately trying to grind against his fingers to push yourself over the edge
He’d absolutely flick the inside of your thigh when you gasp when he returns his touch as a reminder to keep it down
“Foggy is right there sweetheart, keep it down”
“Please Matt”
He’d be hard as a rock but grab your wrist to stop you the second you tried to touch him back
“This isn’t about me”
Foggy would be slightly suspicious when you suddenly go silent because if you try to speak you know moans would slip out between breaths
Finally Matt would let you cum but you would just about fall off the couch in the process
He’s edged you for so long your orgasm would be so intense he’d have to cover your mouth to keep you quiet as you ride his fingers through to the end
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Is this what you wanted?
James Wesley x Gn!reader
Summary: Wesley is busy but you're determined to get your way.
Warnings: This is not quite smut but its a little spicy so read with caution. 18+ I guess
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Wesley has sat at his desk reading and signing paperwork for the last hour. And in that time you have done nothing but sit across from him and watch him. Watch his eyes dart across the papers, his hands gliding along the page in sync. The longer you sit there the more you want him. All of him.
“Tell me you’re almost done here” You say as you stand from your chair, beginning to pick up and inspect objects around the office. Somehow you think that in doing so he won’t pick up on the desperation radiating from within your bones.
“I wasn’t done five minutes ago when you asked and I’m still not done now.” He says without lifting his gaze from his work, his tone cold as his annoyance grows equally with your persistence.
“Ok, but how much longerrrr” You draw out with a whine, like a child not getting their way.
“Stop asking, and sit down.” He snaps, giving you a look of aggravation as he pulls his glasses off. He pinches the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath in, slowly releasing it. He puts his glasses back on his face and adjusts them. His grip on the frames is a little tighter than usual, showing you that you’re starting to make progress on breaking him down. You walk around to the back of his chair and slowly run your hands from his shoulders down to his chest. Your fingers find their way behind his tie and fiddle with the top button. He ignores your escalating attempts at distraction, refusing to give you your way without you asking for what you want. You continue your mission of stirring a reaction from him, at this point you don’t care if it’s good or bad you just need him.
“Jamiieeeeee.” Nothing
“Wesleyyyy” you drag out again, still nothing
“Wesssss.” His focus stays unmoved from his paperwork, but his head cocks slightly to the side. You’re on to something now.
“Wessie” He immediately dropped his pen to the desk before lunging after you, backing you right into the wall. His jaw clenched so hard you could hear the slight grind of his teeth. His hand reaches up and grabs your jaw, as he pulls in a deep inhale of frustration through his nose, loosening the tension of his tie on his neck slightly in a desperate attempt to get relief from how worked up you make him feel.
“Don’t ever call me that again.” He growls at you, his eyes moving between your eyes and your lip that is currently bit between your teeth. You can see him slightly bite the inside of his cheek as he holds your body still against the wall of his office. “What’s my name?” He demands, his lips just a breath away from yours.
“James.” You breathlessly whisper out, as he swallows your words. Your hand reaches up and grips his wrist to keep it in place. He keeps grip steady with the given permission as his other hand grips your waist. You can see his mind running through all of the things he wants to do to you, but he remains still and silent, his breathing getting slightly heavier.
“Go ahead, do what you want to me James. Have your way.” You plead as your hands reach for his belt. A small shiver runs through his body as you loosen his belt loop and pop the button open on his dress pants. You were the only one who could make him weak in the knees by a simple act. His heart begins to beat faster as the passion inside of him bubbles to the surface. He finally closes the gap between your bodies as his lips crash into yours with such frustration and hunger behind each kiss. His teeth nip at your bottom lip before trailing to your jaw, then down to your neck, stopping at your collar bone. Your head leans back against the wall as the slightest moan leaves your throat.
“Is this what you wanted, pet?” Wesley says through his trail of bites and kisses slowly moving your shirt out of the way to continue down your body. You nod your head as your breathing gets faster at the slow burn of Wesley’s touch. He stops his trail moving his trailing hand back up to your neck, his fingers moving your jaw to bring you face to face with him once again.
“What have I told you about using your words?” His voice is low and raspy as he tries to contain his growing frustration with your lack of obedience.
“Please.” You beg for his lips to return to your body that is melting within his grasp. “I want you.”
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Revamping my Masterlist to condense down my writing by show instead of listing each character, as my blog is slowly turning into a multi-fandom space!
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