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crinkled-emotions · 1 year

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I love your fics so much!! They are the perfect combo of whump and angst. And honestly, in my opinion each one is 100 times better when paired with the other😂

So I was thinking..we all know Rooster would want Mav to stay with him if he got sick or hurt, but what about Mav wanting to stay with Roo. Like he actually HAS to be there all through the night or waves of guilt come back for all the times he wasn't there over the years. He's afraid to sleep and wants to be as close to Roo as possible, literally camping out next to him as he recovers. And when Rooster gets really bad, Mav moves onto the bed next to him just so he can make sure he can hear each breath and see that Rooster is in fact still there and alive. The Daggers find them like this one morning and just swoon at the cuteness, not realising the gravity of the situation. And then a resounding Oh Shit hits them when they find out what's going on and get SO upset seeing how vulnerable the two are🥺

Hey anon!! Thanks for your kind words! I've been having a bit of a shit week so I held on to this for a little longer. Hope that's okay!

After losing Rooster to his own actions (which were completely understandable when you know the whole story, by the way) it makes sense that when he gets really sick or hurt, Maverick probably wants to hang around, make sure Bradley's okay, but also to make sure he isn't going anywhere. As much as Rooster has lost those he's loved, so has Maverick and I think it would definitely show at times like this when they're both vulnerable.

Presenting... a fic with these feels. *glares at wip spreadsheet* yes I'm aware I have other shit to do. I would rather do this right now.

"Mav, I'm okay," Rooster whispered, voice hoarse and it was obvious it hurt to move. He winced, grimacing as he rolled on to his stomach.

"I know you're okay kid, but I really think I should keep an eye out. We don't want a repeat of ‘98, do we?" Maverick replied as he moved around the room, shutting blinds and starting the fan in the corner of the room. Bradley always slept hot as a kid and it was no different now, only made worse by the fever he was sporting.

"Mav, c'mon, I was sixteen."

He winced again, apparently stuck in a cramp.

"God, I wish I was sixteen again," he muttered. His head shot up, and he cleared his throat.

"Mav, I didn't mean-"

"-I know kiddo. C'mon, if you're so okay you can't lie like that. You know what sleeping on your stomach does to you."

Bradley made a noise of complaint but shifted on to his side after a minute.

"Mav?"

"Hm?"

"You're not going anywhere... right?"

"That's right, I already called us out. If you want to be alone, though-"

"-no! No, I don't- please don't leave."

Maverick's eyes softened, sighing as he closed Rooster's bedroom door.

"Okay, I'm right here. What do you feel right now?"

"Everything hurts," Rooster complained. It was a very rapid turnaround from his earlier insisting that he was okay.

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you eject. It's lucky you didn't break something."

"I did," Rooster mumbled, "my pride. And my ass, remember?"

"Sorry Roo, I didn't want to assume it would be okay to talk about it. Butt, I'm glad you feel comfortable to share the pain."

"Mav," Rooster huffed, but his shoulders were shaking. He was laughing.

Maverick knelt by the bed, brushing a hand through Rooster's curls.

"Try to get some sleep."

Maverick stirred when he heard a whimper, frowning as he scrubbed at his eyes. Glancing at his phone he saw it was 11pm- Bradley would have only just gone to sleep any other day but the ejection had wiped him out. The whimper echoed in the silent room and Maverick got up, making his way to the side of Rooster’s bed. His face was pinched tight, in pain or fear, and he shifted uneasily in his dreams.

“Bradley,” Maverick started softly, frowning when he put his hand on his shoulder. Rooster’s hand shot out to whack Maverick away but he caught it just in time, pressing it to his chest.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. It’s just a dream, kid.”

Rooster cried out, eyes finally finding Maverick’s in the dark.

“Are you with me?” Maverick asked him. Bradley sniffed, shaking his head. His eyes were completely unfocused, but he seemed to recognise who was standing by his bed.

“Mav? What are you doing here? Where’s mom?”

There it was.

“Uh... she- she had to step out for a minute, okay? I promised her I’d watch you. She was real worried about you.”

That much was true.

“Oh.”

Bradley winced, scrubbing at his eyes again.

“Mav?”

“Yeah, kid?”

He wasn’t a kid anymore, but the way his brown eyes looked up at Mav- he was fifteen again, watching his mom lose every sense of herself to her disease and there was nothing Maverick could have done. Sighing, Maverick took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“How about you close your eyes, huh? Go back to sleep, it’ll be okay when you wake up.”

“You’re still gonna be here, right?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Bradley.”

To everyone’s surprise, it was Fanboy who cracked the shits at breakfast the next morning.

“Okay, guys, we gotta go see if they’re okay. No one has heard anything, not even Rooster’s favourite over there.”

“Do you want to still have your dick attached?” Phoenix threatened in retaliation. Bob winced, sitting next to her. Fanboy raised his hands in surrender.

“Steady! Geez. Uh, so... where would he be if he’s not at the infirmary?”

“Mav’s,” Hangman said through a mouthful of bacon. When everyone stared at him he finished his bite and put his fork down.

“C’mon, guys, y’all saw Mav’s face when Roo’s plane went down and you know how Goose died. It all makes sense.”

“Has anyone asked Cyclone where Mav is?” Bob suggested. He’d scooted away from Phoenix slightly just in case.

“If we don’t know, there’s no way Cyclone will.”

“Yeah? Okay Hangman, who would Maverick call if he was taking today off?”

“Guys none of us are on today; let’s go check on them. The least we can do is bring by some milk.”

“Let’s go,” Coyote agreed with Payback, everyone abandoning their breakfast.

“Hey, Rooster? Are you here?”

Bob knocked on the front door, listening for any signs of life. Frowning when there was nothing he put his ear to the door.

“Scoot.”

Phoenix elbowed Bob, digging in the pot plant by the door for half a second before she produced a key.

“Really? Who else knew that was there?” Hangman huffed.

“Me,” everyone replied. Hangman scowled ever so slightly.

“C’mon, me and Bob will go upstairs. You guys do a sweep of the living area and the kitchen. Check the back porch too; I found Rooster asleep out there once and I think I scared the shit out of him.”

Phoenix took charge, taking Bob’s wrist and he dutifully followed his pilot. Hangman opened his mouth to make a comment but Coyote quickly whacked his arm.

“Forget it. C’mon, we can check the back deck.”

“Rooster? Hey, Br-”

Phoenix stopped dead in the doorway, Bob accidentally walking into her but righting himself at the last second.

“Look,” she whispered. Bob glanced up, eyes widening.

“Uh-?”

"Oh my god.”

They finally saw the extent of the ejection injuries on Rooster’s chest and shoulders, considering he was passed out against Maverick’s side. Maverick was sitting up in bed, eyes closed. It didn’t look comfortable.

“Should we move them?” Bob whispered. Phoenix frantically shook her head.

“No way, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bradley that peaceful.”

“I thought he broke his ass.”

“He did, and I’m sure he’ll regret the way he’s sleeping later, but for now...”

Phoenix sighed, glancing at the way her best friend instinctively searched for his father in his sleep.

“For now I think we should get everyone else out. Hangman would never let Rooster live this down.”

“I thought they were close in flight school?”

“Oh, that’s a story for another time.”

#top gun: Maverick #top gun maverick #tgm #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #hurt/comfort #a hint of whump #here's to Rooster's broken ass

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seresinsbabe · 1 year

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Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

Synopsis: You're just trying to enjoy a quiet night at home when a less than sober pilot is dropped off at your doorstep. And he's spilling all his sober thoughts in drunk words.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, fluff, drunk jake. Nothing else I can think of. A/N: This is not my first fic, but it is my first fic on here. If this one doesn't flop there will definitely be more! Otherwise I will just retreat into the reader shadows xD

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“And those…god those eyes…” Hangman slurred slightly, a combination of his Texas upbringing and the whiskey in his system.

“Okay! We fucking get it Seresin!” Rooster groaned out in frustration. Frustration that Jake Seresin didn’t seem to notice in his drunken state even with Bradley’s use of his last name. It was supposed to have been guys' night out and to Jake’s defense it had started that way. Only the more liquor he consumed the more his thoughts were consumed by you. And thus had led to Rooster’s frustration when all Jake could talk about was you.

You were the only woman he’d ever gone after that had turned him down for reasons other than having a man. The only one that hadn’t fallen for his southern drawl and charming smile. Jake wasn’t used to that, but he also wasn’t used to the way it made him want you. Relationships had never been his forte. Sure, he’d had one or two, but mostly in high school and college. Nothing serious since he’d joined the navy. But you? The sweet middle school teacher with your perfect smile, curves in all the right places and sweet voice that could make the devil give up his sinful ways? All Jake Seresin could think about was making you his and only his.

Bradley knew from Phoenix that you were more into Jake than you were willing to let the man know. He knew you’d had your heart broken by one too many military men and that you were damned if you were going to let a silver tongued devil with pretty green eyes break it all over again. Normally Brad would have agreed, he would have supported you in your decision to keep Hangman at an arm's length. At first he had, then it became apparent that Hangman didn’t look at you the way he looked at all the other women. In all the years he’d known the Texan playboy he’d never seen him like this over someone.

So by the first hour of Jake drunkenly babbling about how perfect you were he formulated a plan.

It was a typical Thursday night for you. Work had been long and you’d already decided that morning that tonight would be a self care night. Which for you included binge watching New Girl with a stuffed crust pizza and a bottle of wine.

You were giggling uncontrollably as you watched Nick and Schmidt argue over a towel when the first thunk came. It was loud and scared both you and your cat that was curled up in your lap. The time on your phone read 10:41, way too late for anyone to be coming over unannounced. You felt your heart rate increase and as another thunk sounded out you stood up, grabbing the baseball bat you kept stashed by your door for emergencies. Holding the bat in your right hand, up high and ready to swing, with your left you reached out and unlocked the door. Only when you opened it did you realize it wasn’t an intruder at all.

“Jake?” The sandy haired pilot stood at your door and you could smell the whiskey on his breath from here.

He grinned lazily at you and damn if it didn’t make you swoon just the littlest bit. Why was his drunk ass here, though? You knew it had been guys' night, but never before had any of the guys been dumped at your doorstep while drunk.

“Hi sweets,” he lurched forward, losing his stability against your door frame and you reached out, catching him.

“Jesus! How did you get here?” Your eyes searched outside and you didn’t see his truck, but surely he hadn’t walked here. That would have been one hell of a walk from the Hard Deck to your little bungalow.

“Cock-a- cock-a-doodle whooo,” you let out a soft giggle at his attempt to crow. You took that as he meant Rooster had been the one to declare you babysitter. You made a mental note to rip Rooster a new one come morning.

Jake stumbled a bit more and you grunted as you tried to keep the man up. He was much larger than you, taller by at least six inches and definitely carried more mass. “Okay, okay,” you huffed as you slung his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s get you into bed.” It was a struggle but eventually you got him to your guest bedroom. You helped him collapse on the bed and then left in search of water and ibuprofen. Lucky for Jake you still had some packets of pedialyte powder in your pantry from the last time Nix needed a GNO.

When you got back to the room Jake had somehow managed to strip down to his boxers. You were thankful that his eyes were closed because had they not been he definitely would have caught you admiring him. It was like he’d been carved out of marble by Gods. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen him shirtless, but it was the first time you’d seen him in nothing but boxers in your house.

“Sweets,” the Texan drawled out, calling for you. He’d always called you that, from the day he met you, it had never really had much of an affect on you before. Hearing it with that drunken tone of desperation made it hit differently. Your feet carried you over to him and before you had time to react he’d reached out, pulling you to him by the oversized t-shirt you had on.

You let out a surprised squeak as he wrapped his arms around you. The bottle of pedialyte mixture and ibuprofen is still in your hands as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. A familiar heat pools in your cheek and tints them pink. “Jake, come on you’re drunk. You need to drink this and take some medicine.” This was probably the nicest you’d ever talked to Jake. Though every other conversation you’d had revolved around you rejecting him to protect your own heart from his philandering ways.

Jake harrumphed when he felt you trying to pry yourself out of his arms and just tightened his grip on you. It would be a lie to tell yourself it didn’t feel nice, that you couldn’t get used to being held by him, but Jake wasn’t that kind of guy and you knew that. “Mm want you,” he murmured into your neck.

“Jake, I am not going to hook up with you,” you rolled your eyes so hard he could probably hear it. “Especially not when you’re drunk.” You tried to push yourself out of his arms again, but again his arms tightened around you.

“No sweets, wanna make you mine.” You froze, the pills and water bottle slipping out of your hand. “Wanna be with you, my girl.” He slurred softly into your neck. “So pretty…perfect…be a good mama to our babies.” If you were a cartoon you were sure your heart would burst out of your chest with as hard as it was beating right now. There was no way Jake Seresin was drunkenly telling you he wanted to make a family with you. This had to be just the liquor talking. You wanted to get away, to go have this mini panic attack by yourself, but every time you tried his hold on you just tightened. So you waited it out and once he was in a deep enough sleep you slipped out of his arms.

With two fingers on each hand you rubbed your temples and paced in your living room. Your mind was spinning so fast that you just had to convince yourself that it was all the liquor. Jake Seresin didn’t date and he definitely didn’t marry women, least of all you. So far you've been able to keep yourself from falling for his charm by telling yourself that all you are to him is another conquest. Another notch on his long belt. What he’d just said had meant nothing and come the morning he’d be back to his despicable self.

After chugging the rest of the wine in your glass you locked back up. Your self care night had effectively been ruined and it seemed like the best thing to do now was go to bed. Before you settled down in your bed you made sure to send Rooster a not so nice text. To which he just responded with a sequence of mocking emojis.

Jake was still asleep when you woke up the next morning. You just hoped he didn’t sleep the whole day away. It would be much harder to get what he said last night out of your head if he was in your house all day long. Maybe it would be best if you just left to avoid any and all awkward contact. You had some errands to run that day anyway.

“Sweets?” You winced as you heard his voice, thick with sleep in a way that had your stomach flipping. “Not that I’m upset I woke up at your place, but how did I get here?” Finally you turned from where you stood in front of the stove, bacon frying up in a pan. How the hell did he look this good hungover?

“Rooster dropped you off,” you hummed in a slightly irritated tone as you pushed water and pills over to him. “Not sure why I was the one chosen to take care of your drunk ass and listen to you admit fake feelings for me.” You mused, turning back towards the food cooking on the stove.

You expected Jake to chuckle and make some comment about how his lines hadn’t worked on you yet again, but that one day they would. He was sober now and sober Jake was far different than drunk Jake.

“Sweets,” there was a tone in his voice. A tone that you couldn’t quite place but it wasn’t his normal arrogant one. “What did I say to you last night?” You squeezed your eyes shut tightly. This was the last kind of conversation you wanted to have. It was one thing for you to decide in your own head that Jake wanted you for nothing more than your body, but it would be an entirely different thing for you to hear it out of his own mouth. It would solidify that you were just a conquest for him, that you were like every other woman he chased.

You shrugged, trying to continue acting like it was really no big deal. “Nothing I took to heart, just told me you wanted to make me your girl and that I’d make a good mama to our babies.” Saying the words out loud made your stomach fill with butterflies. “You were drunk though, I’m sure it was just the whiskey talking.”

A thick silence hung in the air as you plated the food for him. You’d made enough in case he woke up. With as nice as his physique was you weren’t even sure he ate greasy breakfast like this, but you know they always made you feel better after a night out. With as quiet as everything was right now you didn’t have much of an appetite. Again you had expected him to laugh it off but he didn’t. Instead he looked at you with these sweet eyes. Looking both like your brush off of his admittal had hurt him and made him realize he wasn’t trying hard enough.

Jake swallowed hard and you watched his Adam’s apple bob. “It wasn’t the whiskey talking sweets.” Your hand froze mid air, a piece of perfectly cooked bacon between your fingers.

“Jake you don’t date. You wham, bam, thank you ma’am.” You swallowed just as hard as he had a second ago.

“Those women weren’t you, Y/N.” He used your actual name and you felt your heart skip a beat. Jake never called you by your real name. Hell, he called you sweets so much you sometimes wondered if he had forgotten your actual name. In a few strides he’d moved around to the side of the kitchen island you were on. His hand came up and with his index finger he tilted your head up to look at him. “I don’t remember saying it to you last night, but just know I meant every word.” His tone was so sincere, how could you not believe him? But how could you at the same time?

You turned away from him, trying to settle your mind and your heart at the same time. There was no way this was happening. Thank god you had the day off work, because you would need it to recover from whatever the fuck was happening right now.

“Hey, look at me sweets,” his hands landed on your hips, turning you to fully face him. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” Resistance felt futile at this point, but you were still trying hard to resist.

“Jake, you can’t be serious?” The aviator cocked an eyebrow at you, coaxing you to continue. “You could have your pick of available women out here and you want me?”

He started to laugh and you felt sick to your stomach. You knew it was too good to be true, Jake didn’t want you in that way. The notion wasn’t as comforting as you thought it would have been and you wished he would stop laughing at the whole thing.

Jake finally took notice of the pained look on your face and his laughter was cut short. One of his arms snaked around your waist and the other hand came up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Sweets, you don’t see yourself properly and I promise if you give me a chance I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how fuckin’ special you are.” You searched his eyes, looking for any hint that this was all fake. Though, you hadn’t found one yet so you weren’t sure why you thought you’d find one now.

On its own accord your head started to nod up and down. It took your brain a moment to catch up and by the time it did you knew you couldn’t take it back. Jake looked like it was Christmas morning and he got the bike he’d been begging for all year long. He looked so happy, there was no way you could take this away from him.

“I’ll give you a chance, but Jake Seresin I swear the second you hurt me even a little it’s over.” You wouldn’t let another pretty boy military man break your heart again. Not after how bad the last one had been.

Jake’s grin only grew and he lifted you up, spinning you around in the kitchen. The action made you giggle and the pilot had to fight to keep himself from getting down on one knee.

“Don’t worry sweets, I got lots of plans for us.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you felt like you could melt right then and there.

#top gun one shot #hangman x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin fluff #top gun fluff #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader

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glossgojo · 11 months

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prince treatment

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x AFAB reader | 5.7k words

summary: you’re hell-bent on treating bradley like a prince after the events of top gun maverick, but you’re still his princess…

cw: 18+ MDNI, no seriously p0rn with some plot, fluff, fingering, big rooster c0ck (hehe), blowjobs, shower head, oral fem receiving, pussy drunk bradley, AFAB reader, p in v sex, MATING PRESS, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, possessive bradley, use of “girl” as a pet name, pet names, some degradation towards the end, breeding <3, cervix fucking, i went a lil feral with this one

as soon as you got the call that the mission was over you were hauling ass in bradley’s baby blue bronco. you’d been staying at his place while he was on the mission, keeping it clean and waiting for him to return. you hadn’t even thought to change out of one of his baggy army shirts and instead slipped on biker shorts and sped to the base. phoenix had called and told you that Mav and bradley were resting up in the infirmary but they were okay, she also told you how hangman had helped, knowing you were not fond of the blonde pilot. you choked back a sob as you thanked her letting you know and rushed to get there.

both of the pilots were asleep and you made out bradley’s expression in the dim light of the room. he didn’t look injured but you didn’t hazard touching him, only placing a kiss to his scarred cheek. even in his slumber, he was the most handsome man you’d ever known and your heart swelled knowing he was peacefully asleep in front of you. you tried your best to stay awake in the chair next to the hospital bed but ultimately your eyes shut as you fell asleep to the sound of your boyfriend’s breathing.

bradley woke up to see you curled up, in a position that hardly looked comfortable, in one of his shirts. at first he thought he was dreaming, the sunlight shining down on your hair made you look like an angel. it wasn’t until he heard your soft exhale that he realized he was very much awake and the love of his life was here. you had only been dating two months but bradley had known the first night you were it for him. you talked like you had known each other your entire lives and bradley felt like you were always within him. like you were a bone he just discovered could be broken and healed within the span of a night. you had looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky but bradley was convinced for the better part of your early days that you were too good to be true. you were so kind to him, so loving it didn’t make sense. it still didn’t make sense, but he let himself be selfish, let himself be cared for. he watched the way his shirt dipped off your shoulder, how the material swallowed you whole and how damn good it felt knowing his girl was dressed in his clothes.

you stirred as bradley moved off the bed, sitting up and pulling on his boots. you always were a light sleeper, waking up to kiss him goodbye every morning no matter how early. your body unfurled, you clutched your neck as you stretched it, sore from its craned position. when your eyes fluttered open you took in your boyfriend staring at you lovingly as he sat across from you. you instantly sat up, your feet moving towards him.

“morning sweetheart.” you didn’t respond, just threw your arms around his neck. you’d missed his voice, it had only been a few weeks but you were terrified the entire time. you didn’t realize you were crying until his strong arms pulled you a little closer when tears wet his back. “hey, it’s okay i’m here.” he rubbed your back, rubbing his nose against the length of your neck, inhaling your scent. you smelled mostly of him, his shirt attributing to that, but there was still a hint of that warm floral smell that he could never get enough of. when your tears seemed to subside you pulled back to look at him, you had missed his eyes.

“hey handsome.” you said, your voice a little groggy still but he laughed nevertheless, and you were content with the smile on his face. you wanted to see him happy all the time, you wanted to care for him, he had been through so much not just in the mission but the past few months. “let’s go home.” home, bradley liked the way you said that about his place. you had only been there a couple times since you started dating, he usually stayed at your place but it seemed you had gotten comfortable at his apartment. the thought alone made the blood rush in his veins.

bradley threw his arm over your shoulder, you tucked into his side and pressed a kiss to his hand since you couldn’t reach his face without some tiptoeing. bradley thought you might just be the sweetest girl in the entire world. in the hallway outside the room you saw hangman sitting down and waiting, you couldn’t believe it but you remembered what phoenix said. he stood up and clapped a hand over bradley’s shoulder, they nodded at each other a whole conversation taking place in silence. you weren’t so adept in whatever that was so instead you just hugged him, bradley letting you go for a moment. you thanked him as you did it, and hangman let out a breath it felt he was holding for a while. you turn back towards bradley, seeing the small smile on his face.

“i know you would’ve killed me, and probably mav if anything happened to him,” jake joked, clearly uncomfortable with being appreciated, and you let him return back to his norm. you knew that in his own way, jake cared about rooster and mav and all the other pilots. he’d just never admit to it.

“you know me so well.” you looked up to bradley who had been watching you throughout the whole conversation. he was struck by how protective you were of him, the fact that you’d fight for him was enough to make his heart beat out of his chest. how had he never noticed this before? you were always barking back at hangman, or telling maverick off. he just never pieced together that it was all for him. he was a fool.

your voice shook him out of his thoughts as you bid your goodbyes to hangman and made your way to the parking lot. bradley could spot his car from a mile away but his eyes were on you. you pushed away from his hold, dangling the keys in front of his face. “i’m driving, you need to rest.” bradley couldn’t protest when you looked like a vision leaning back against the truck bed. he nodded, stepping towards you his hips against yours as he had you pressed against the truck. his arms circled your waist and yours circled his neck, one hand raking through his hair. bradley had to stop himself from groaning at the feeling of your nails scraping his scalp.

“i missed you so much, bradley, i’m so glad you’re safe. you’re a hero, you know that?” the adoration in your eyes was too much for him, bradley thought he might just prove how much he loves you in the bed of his truck, but you didn’t deserve that he wanted to tell you slowly, show you over and over again until you could only think that one thought, bradley loves you.

“i missed you too, before hangman radioed all i could think about was how much i wanted to come home to you.” you didn’t want to cry again, but you could feel tears pricking your eyes. you looked down, head hanging low as you realized what he was saying. when he was scared for his life, he was thinking about you.

“look at me, let me see those pretty eyes.” he nudged your head up, his hand cupping your jaw as he lightly pinched your chin. finally you gave in, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. he watched you blink, wiped the tears that strayed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“bradley, you can’t-fuck i can’t lose you.” bradley knew that you loved him, you’d already made it clear in your actions and now even though he could his reflection in your eyes he could still see that raw desperation and need that he recognized so well. you were just waiting for him, waiting for him to accept the love.

“you won’t.” he promised it with a kiss to your lips, letting you pull him closer, his half hard dick pressed against your stomach and you gasped, giving him an opening. his tongue traced the seam of your lips before delving deeper and tasting you. you kissed him back just as fervently, desperate for him. you pulled back for air first, bradley still pressing kisses to your mouth as you struggled for air. it was then that you realized you were still on the base. you reminded bradley of the fact and pushed him off, you had plans to cook him dinner and curl up in bed, it was high time to head home. bradley, reluctantly moved away from you pressing one last kiss to your lips before moving to the passenger door. you wished your boyfriend wasn’t so irresistible the taste of his lips lingered and you wanted so much more, but you could be patient.

you stuck the keys in and drove off towards bradley’s place and bradley couldn’t help but notice how good you looked driving his car. his shirt still hanging off your shoulders, his. you were his and the thought alone made his hand inch towards your thigh.

“hey that’s my move! you’re the passenger remember.” you pouted, shooting him a playful glare at a red light.

“i beat you to it, not my fault you look so pretty driving my car.” your heart skipped a beat as his hand inched higher, his voice dripping with want. you couldn’t look at him, you knew you’d lose all focus on your goals at home.

“i like taking care of you.” you murmured and bradley didn’t miss it. he couldn’t help but moved his hand higher, long fingers curling under the waistband of your shorts and finally you looked at him. your flushed cheeks and wide eyes drove bradley a little crazier. you didn’t stop him as his fingers grazed your flesh, a whine crawling up your throat. you looked back at the road, driving as well as you could as his thick fingers grazed your clit. his fingers dipped further, stopping as he felt just how wet you were. you squirmed and he huffed out a laugh as he collected your slick, his fingers coated in it. one of his thick fingers slipped into your heat and you bit your bottom lip to hold in the moan, he slid in easily all your arousal easing his movement. his finger curled and found the spot he was well familiar with, making you clench around him.

“so tight baby, ease up.” bradley couldn’t believe just how easily worked up you were, maybe you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. your arousal probably soaked through your shorts, he should’ve known. he watched as you abused your bottom lip, plump and raw from your teeth. he wanted to hear your pretty noises but he could wait. just as you felt yourself grow close, he slipped his finger out, grazing your clit making you tense, as his hand left your shorts. you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him as he licked your essence off his fingers, looking at you hungrily. the eye contact and the lewd sound of him slurping made you clench again, wanting to be home so badly.

“you taste like heaven sweetheart, can never have enough.” his words alone made you sure you had wet his leather seats. this was the longest drive home ever.

finally after feeling bradley’s eyes on you the remaining drive home you pulled into the driveway. bradley made his way to your door before you had finished collecting your things and opened it for you, you blushed as you looked up at him. it was only minutes ago that the same hand holding the door open was touching you. you made your way inside bradley’s house, setting your stuff down and bradley kicked his shoes off. his place looked the same. there were only a few changes, it smelled like coffee and there was a bouquet on his dining table. it looked fresh, like you’d gotten it just before he came home. was it for him? no surely it was just coincidence.

“it smells so good in here what did you do?” you smiled at him, interlocking your hands as you crossed the space to the dining table. it’s not like it smelled bad before but it was just apartment smells, like pinesol and faint hints of his cologne.

“i just brought some of my candles over. these are for you, i was too frazzled to bring them so i popped them in a vase.” you motioned to the bouquet of peach roses and babies breath. bradley was stunned by you once again. he didn’t know what else to do but pick you up by your waist and pull you into him.

“i don’t deserve you.” he kept his arms wrapped around, his head nuzzling into your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. your bradley was home and you wanted him to know just how much you appreciated him, how much you loved him.

“yes you do, we deserve each other. you’re a hero roo.” you press a kiss to his head, he’s filled with emotion you can hear it in his voice and you’re no better, you’d do anything for him and you hope he knows it. finally bradley let’s you go from his grip, placing you down carefully, pressing a kiss to your fingers that are still interlocked with his own. you feel your heart flutter, set alight by his gentle adoration of you.

“i wanted to cook for you, are you hungry right now or do you wanna wait?” bradley doesn’t know how much a man can take, you’re too good to be true. he nods dumbly watching you saunter into his kitchen, watching you as he takes a seat at the island.

“let’s eat baby.” you shoot him a smile, you had already started getting ingredients out. you knew bradley, he’d eat if there was food offered. bradley felt for the second time like he’d woken up in dream. you moved around his kitchen like you knew it like the back of your hand, and maybe you did but something about you here in his kitchen, wearing his shirt after driving his car home made bradley painfully strain in his pants. you were cooking for him, taking care of him and you looked so damn good doing it. his eyes never left your body as you moved, eyeing you up and down. when you turned towards him he realized you’d said something to him. you held back a laugh as his eyes trailed from your legs to your face. “hmm?”

“i was just saying that kristine at work is getting married, she invited us.” bradley responded to you, and tried to keep himself from getting distracted by you. you decided to be a bit mean by bending down to grab a pot, you could’ve easily grabbed a different one but where was the fun in that? bradley barely finished his sentence as he watched his shirt ride up and show off your ass. he would have to buy you more of those biker shorts, they left nothing to the imagination. you couldn’t help but laugh this time, turning around to look him squarely in the eyes. “cat got your tongue?”

“you’re killing me baby.” he groaned, getting up and coming around the counter to stand in front of you. you could see his bulge as soon as he stood, your cheeks flushing but you kept your bravado all the same. his hands came to your waist, finding their home easily and you placed your hands on his annoyingly firm chest.

“we’re having dinner bradshaw no funny business, take a cold shower.” you teased, bradley groaned and pouted. he probably did need a cold shower, but parting with you was not an option in his mind

“come with me?” you wish you could be the bigger person, not give into the feeling in your stomach you’d been ignoring since you saw him when you woke up, but as he wet his lips and looked at you with his big hazel eyes your resolve dissolved.

you nodded, letting him clasp his hand around your wrist and pull you away. “wait! let me put the lasagna soup on simmer!” you had enough time to shower and be back to finish off dinner, bradley waited like an impatient puppy as you moved the pot, his hands back on your waist, his chest against your back. you could feel his hard-on and you bit your lip to stop yourself from brushing back on him. bradley didn’t think any amount of cold showers would help him scratch the itch that you had implanted within him, all it took was seeing you walking around his house like it was yours too to make him lose his mind.

you followed bradley to his room, grabbing a pair of pajamas which was quickly replaced by one of his army shirts and underwear. bradley watched you strip in the bathroom, his eyes not leaving your bare frame as he turned on the shower. you giggled as you watched his cheeks redden and you felt particularly evil as you pressed up against him and lifted the hem of his shirt up, urging him to take it off. bradley looked down at you, your hardened nipples pressing against his chest and he didn’t know if you were trying to kill him but his heart was

beating out of his chest. you counted down in your mind, 30 minutes to shower, you could do a lot in that time. maybe you’d let bradley work up an appetite.

he pulled off his shirt, his pants next and boxers. you stepped into the shower, beckoning to follow. you pressed at his shoulders to sit down on the bench within his shower, wanting to wash his hair. bradley’s mouth was slightly agape as he let you do as you pleased. you lathered your fingers with shampoo, tilting his head back, and got to work. he could feel your nails scrape against his scalp lightly, your fingers working in the shampoo and making sure to keep the shampoo out of his eyes. his breathing was only quickening as he watched you adamantly take care of you. he couldn’t remember the last time someone took care of him like this, well he could but it hurt to think of. he’d only known you a few months but the way you looked at him, the way you cared for him made him want to propose to you right now. overcome with emotion and a guttural need to make you feel his love, he pressed a kiss to your arm, drawing your eyes to his. you looked at him curiously, clearly so focused on his hair that you didn’t notice his growing emotions. you pressed a kiss to his lips before moving out of the way and grabbing the shower head to wash out the shampoo, your fingers wracking through his hair and making sure it was all washed out.

“can i get up now?” he said as he watched you grab the body wash. you placed the shower head back and turned back to him

“hmm? oh no, you’re getting special services lieutenant bradshaw.” you squeezed some body wash on your hands and bradley’s brain short-circuited. he could take your hands on his head, but your soft small hands on his body would surely end him. he quickly stood up and grabbed you by the waist to push you down.

“you know this could be classified as torture, pretty girl.” you were now in eye-line with his red throbbing member, unable to ignore just how desperate it looked for attention. you swallowed down before looking up at your boyfriend. you lathered the body wash on your breasts, looking up at him innocently as you pushed them together and a small groan left his lips. after your little show you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. bradley was big everywhere so unsurprisingly you had a hard time taking all of him into your mouth. you had been successful a couple times, with his help. bradley shuddered at the feeling of your soft lips against him. he clenched his fists as to not pull you onto him. your hands went around his hips and pulled him closer, he was standing between your spread legs and you moved closer on the bench, to get as close as possible. you brought your hands to rest on his thighs as you licked a stripe up his length, feeling his veins pressed against your tongue, pressing another sweet kiss to his tip, making him twitch against your mouth.

“mm roo, can you fuck my mouth?” you looked up at him sweetly and bradley swore he could’ve came just from the sight alone, but he quickly realized he’d rather do that down your throat. without a second of hesitation he grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pried your mouth open with his other hand, slowly sliding his heavy cock in until you adjusted. you felt his tip brush against your throat, struggling to breath as you felt like you were choking on him. your jaw ached as you adjusted to his girth and your tears stung from the intrusion, you could feel his veins against your tongue and the hair at the base of his shaft tickled your nose as you struggled to breath. after a few moments as you regained your breath you tapped on his thigh, signaling for him to move and then bradley snapped out of you and fucked your throat, filling you even deeper than before. he was brutal as he set the pace, you moaned and gagged on him, spit and cum collecting around your mouth and dribbling down your chin as the shower head sprayed down his back and left you feeling filthy. tears were streaming down your face and you dug your nails into his thigh. bradley was close, you could feel him twitching down your throat and his grip loosening, you forced yourself all the way down his length, making it hard to breathe as he filled your throat with his cum. you gagged as it kept coming out, more and more and he pulled you off, the remainder painting your mouth and face white. you wiped it off with your hand and brought it back to your mouth to swallow and bradley thought he might need another round right away. he pulled you up on your shaky legs and pressed a kiss to your lips, tasting himself there. you felt so warm from making him cum, making your bradley feel good. he washed you then, returning the favor from earlier. after showering he dried you off and you did the same for him, letting your hands trail on his abs a little longer than intended. bradley gave you a warning sign and you looked at him with false confusion.

dinner went by quickly after that, both of you having worked up an appetite. “that tasted damn good darlin’” he wiped his mouth and you clenched your legs together where they were crossed. seeing him eat always made you a little needy.

“glad you liked it roo,” you watched as he carried both of your plates to the sink and cleared the table, sticking the dishes in the dishwasher after rinsing them off. your hungry eyes never left his, the kitchen light reflecting off his dog tags, making your head spin.

“my baby’s treating me so well, i would kill for some desert though.” he stood in front of you, pulling you gently to stand and you watched him curiously. he hauled you up, your hands immediately going around his neck and your legs around his waist. before you could ask what he was doing he set you down on the dinner table, kneeling in front of you. his large hands rested on either knee, looking at you silently for permission. you groaned as you looked at his hungry expression, nodding weakly as you felt your arms shake from holding your body up. when his hands parted your legs and pulled down your underwear you fell back, losing any control over your body that you had. “been dying to taste you again, my sweet sweet girl.” he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, murmuring sweet nothings to your core and you wanted to press your legs together to release some of the tension but his strong grip kept you in place. “patience doll.” you whined at his slow kisses between your thighs, never quite where you needed him. you felt so hot and you were sure you were about to drip onto your wooden table if he didn’t touch you soon.

“please roo, i-i can’t.” another whine crawled up your throat as he pressed a kiss to your clit, his mustache grazing your soft skin.

“you can, you’ve been so good all day right? you can be good now.” your hands went to his hair, tugged at the strands there, he just laughed at your attempts to get him where you wanted him. finally after what felt like hours, he pressed a thick finger against your entrance feeling just how wet you were. he felt his dick twitch in his pants at how easily you could take his finger in, so wet and ready for him. he brought the finger to his lips, reminding you of earlier today as he swirled his tongue around it, humming at the taste of you. without warning he pulled you towards his face, your bare ass sliding against the wood as he licked a stripe down your core. bradley felt dizzy at the taste of you, you were so fucking wet, all for him, all because of him. the thought and the addictive taste of you, caused him to dive his tongue into your soppy hole. you whined out his name at the feeling of his tongue moving inside you, scraping your walls, making you gush onto his tongue. the sounds of his tongue fucking you and your whines filled the room. his left hand moved from where it pushed at your thigh to instead thumbing at your clit. you tugged at his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer and he hummed at the sting, using his other hand to slip a finger into your hole, both his tongue and finger relentless in drawing out more of your ichor. you clenched and he pushed another finger in, removing his tongue entirely and moving to suck your clit as his thick fingers found the spot that made you scream his name. “brad-please i’m so close”

“give it to me pretty girl,” he curled his fingers up, his tongue going back to your hole to catch any of your slick before it plopped on the table, his fingers and mouth driving you to your orgasm and fucking your through it. you were jerking in his hold as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, not letting any of your release go to waste.

“roo, too much.” you whined as you weakly pushed at his shoulders, the overstimulation becoming too much to bare. he pulled back and you leaned up to see the lower half of his face and mustache glistening in the light. you sat up, clambering to pull him towards you, wanting to taste yourself on his tongue. bradley smiled as he kissed you sloppily, letting you explore his mouth and you whined at the feeling of his hard-on pressing against your core through his sweatpants. as if you weren’t overstimulated minutes ago, your boyfriend being so turned on from eating you out made your core tighten, “want your dick, want you to fill me up.” you whined into his mouth as he pulled back and pressed a kiss to the tender spot beneath your ear. bradley didn’t speak as he picked you up, his hands under your plush ass as he hauled you to the bedroom.

“can’t just say shit like that baby, you’ll drive me crazy.” he growled into your ear, his hold tightening on your ass and pulling you closer against his hard chest.

“s’true though.” you mumbled as he set you down on the bed, pulling your shirt clean off as to you watched him hungrily stare at your body. he leaned over you then, his hand coming between your legs and your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing. “no please-i can take it please roo, it’ll fit i-“ you were begging, desperation and desire clawing at your sensibility and bradley wished he had photographic memory so he could memorize the look on your face and the whine to your voice. you were so gone for him, but he was no better your taste was still branded on the back of his teeth and yet he wanted more.

“desperate little slut, you’ll regret this you know that right?” bradley rarely spoke to you like that, he didn’t really like it, but he could see you clench on air at his words, could see the way your chest moved a little faster.

“i-i can take it.” and he nodded moving up, plunging deep into you before you started begging again. the stretch stole the air from your lungs and the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix made you tense. but then he was moving slowly out and back in, letting you adjust and the burn gave way to pleasure as you clenched around him and felt your arousal mixed with his make the movement easier. you could feel his heavy thick member shaping your walls to fit him, every vein every ridge imprinting inside you. every slow thrust made him kiss your cervix, a ring of cum collecting at the base of his shaft and your arousal pooling down his balls. you wanted more, wanted to burn, barely wanted to walk tomorrow because of him. you clawed at his back, whining as you begged for more, “harder please please.” bradley gave into your pretty little pleas.

he pulled your legs over his shoulders and tilted towards you, his cock dipping into you and hitting a new angle that made his go deeper and strecth you out even more. he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lifted up and pounded down into you, and then again and then until he was pounding you so hard and fast that your head was banging against the headboard. your mind went numb at the overwhelming pleasure, you dug your nails in to ground yourself as his tip bruised your cervix and he hit the spot that made you babble and cry for more. bradley was fucking you like it was the only chance he had, his hips snapping into yours and your cum dripping down your thighs and his. the room smelled of sex and sounded pornographic. “this pussy is mine, you’re mine.” he growled out and you clenched around him, loving the sound of that. you had been his since the moment you met.

“i’m yours.” you gasped between thrusts, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at the skin there. you cried out as he pulled back to look down at you, his hand cradling your jaw and then he slipped his thumb into your mouth and you felt yourself grow close. bradley was filling you up and now his fingers were in your mouth, keeping you stuffed. you slobbered around them sucking and whining as the moved down your throat, fucking you there too. all you could think about was him filling you up.

“need your cum,” you managed as you pulled his fingers out, saliva trailing behind and connecting to your lips. bradley almost came at yours words alone, he pulled his drenched fingers and flicked your clit, massaging it slowly in contrast to his brutal pace. you were sure your cunt would be bruised if that was possible.

“gonna fill you up, watch you walk around my house. in my clothes. drive my car with my kid inside you. you’re fucking mine forever.” he babbled, angling himself until he was kissing your cervix with each thrust, punctuating his words and then finally his resolve snapped. he dipped his hips to connect to yours one last time before he was filling you up, his cum overflowing from your small cunt. you gasped and cried at the feeling coming with him and seeing white as you arched up into him, clawing down his back and leaving red marks in your wake.

you felt so warm and when he pulled out you whined at the feeling of his cum gushing out, threatening to run down your thighs. but bradley was quicker, he was fucking it back into you, making sure it stayed in there. you clenched at the feeling and cried out his name. you knew you were on birth control, bradley knew it too but the way he fucked you like he wanted to breed you made your head spin. bradley pulled you on top of him as he moved to lay next to you on his back, enjoying the weight of your body on his. “for the record, you’re mine forever too.” although it wasn’t i love you it was damn near close and the way bradley fucked you, you weren’t sure those words were needed any more.

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slow dancing in a burning room - six

word count: 5.5k

warnings: nsfw 18+, smut, language, angst.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

a/n: well, they're broken. it's unceremonious and it's real and they're hurting so deeply, coping in ways only they know... the wrong way. You're here to meet Bad Choice Bradley, I presume? I hope you enjoy it. thanks to those who read, reblogged and commented on previous chapters. you’re doing god’s work. I truly appreciate all the effort you make to show your support and if you like it… please comment and reblog it! x

five.two

“Rooster,” Annie smiled before him, Ava strapped to her chest in her baby carrier sleeping peacefully.

Bradley felt his poor, old heart sink because he’d done so well to now avoiding you and your family since everything blew the fuck up in your relationship. It was a small town and the more you tried to avoid someone, the more likely they were to cross your path. “Ann,” he gave a slight smile. “How you doin'?”

“Morning coffee brings me back to life after a rough night,” she reported. “Not on base today? Look at the beard,” you said, fondly as he realised Annie didn't have a clue.

“No,” he bit back the sour taste in his mouth. Obviously you’d not told your family about his pending trial… and in a way, he guessed he was thankful. It probably brought a certain amount of embarrassment to you, if he thought about it truthfully, given Viper and the respect he still commanded at work and from the locals. You didn’t need his bullshit on your shoulders. "Few more weeks to myself. Just finished my run,” he said even though it appeared the most obvious thing in the world. Shorts, runners, Navy tank glued to him, sweating from top to toe from morning humidity.

He just wanted to get his coffee and head home to shower. He should have just forgone the fucking caffeine. He had a perfectly good coffee machine at home for Christ’s sake. He cursed the fact you introduced him to this coffee shop and he knew, eventually he’d see you here, but he’d been so smart. He knew your work schedule and now, he was always the first in line when he knew your first classes for the day were clocking over. He was no dummy - sure, he had his moments when his head was stuck up his ass, but caffeine was his drug of choice and after you’d secretly revealed to him the best in the town and he was addicted. “Lucky. You just missed her…” Annie told him softly, nodding off in the direction towards work... his villa was in the opposite direction and taunting him and his poor choices.

He hummed, unreadable. “Did I?” He was pleased with the relief that washed over him. It was such a non-committal response and he knew he owed Annie so much better. Annie wasn't the cause of his recurring cycle of problems. But shit, he was so good at making his problems... everyone’s.

“Loves her morning coffee,” Annie waved her reusable cup towards him, and gee, it was so awkward. Rooster nodded, pleased that he wasn’t the only uncomfortable one in this conversation. Even Annie, usually outgoing, funny Annie, seemed completely out of character with her current word vomit.

And though he was desperate to, he would not ask after you because he knew there was no way you could feel as awful as he did but he forced it out anyway. “How is she, Annie?” he tried to hide the sadness in his voice, but it was impossible. He was so desperate to catch even the slightest whisper about you - whether it was Annie, Phoenix or any other mutual acquaintances. The radio silence was quietly killing him.

After a beat, Annie replied warily, “A wreck. Not that she’d ever let us know. We’re not seeing hell a lot of her so that kind of speaks for itself, I guess. Or it's exactly what she wants, I don't know," she rambled because Bradley could see Annie didn't know what to do to help you, and that hurt him more. The frustration in the air was paramount. The people you were once closest to now the one furthest at arm's length and he knew that was because of him.

“Right,” he replied, forcing a lack of interest in his voice. He didn’t want to sound emotional that you were upset, but he certainly didn’t want to feel sad for you for the decision that you made. Bradley needed you to know that you were feeling the way you were feeling for what you decided to drag you both through. He wanted to work things out, he didn't want either of you to be hurting like this - “Sorry to hear that.” He shrugged, knowing how cold it sounded and the surprise on Annie's face telling the story. What the fuck else was he supposed to say?

All the texts he'd sent bounced, and he knew you'd blocked him - what was the use of calling? He considered sending flowers, champagne, fucking skywrite if it got your attention, but all his desperate ways for your attention would fall on deaf ears. And as desperate as he was to go to you, knock on your door and hold you until reason came back into that smart brain of yours, he knew for now, you simply needed your time. He just hoped it wasn't forever.

“So... how are you?” Annie asked, welcomingly changing the subject.

He shrugged, sipping his coffee. He didn't feel like admitting he was about to head home, shower and see his JAG. It just didn't feel like it could roll off his tongue properly without the rest of his life crashing around him. He’d been so good to protect his façade and damn, he lied so easily. It was his most hated personality trait and he wished he could stop it, but sometimes it was just easier. “PT,” he lied, but he knew fully well Annie didn’t care for his physical recovery - she had good intentions but he knew she wanted to pry into his convoluted, messed up brain, see if he was as tragically missing her sister, if he was as tormented as you were.

Dissect and get into the deepest, darkest crevices.

But Bradley would never tell. There were enough people trying to get in there as it was. And right now he wasn’t going to give anyone the benefit of that bullshit. That hurt stayed with him, no matter the cost. It motivated him, got him through the day to be better, stronger, harder and he wasn't letting his guard down for anyone, not Annie, not Phoenix, not Mav.

Not you. No one.

“That’s fantastic,” she said as Ava wriggled against her, waking. “I’m glad for you, Rooster,” Annie bobbed to settle the little one, whining and probably ready for her morning feed. "You need your head in the clouds."

If that ever happened again.

“She got big,” Rooster said, keenly changing the subject and turning his attention to Ava. He reached for her her little hand and Ava wrapped her chubby little palm against his pointer. Bradley knew even if kids weren't in his future, the future he had quietly hoped to share with you, this was a cute kid and it only reminded him of you when you were playing World’s Greatest Aunty and putting the idea in his head that maybe… yeah, he could get the family he always wanted with you. It was going to take more to desensitise himself, he realised.

“They do that,” Annie said, with a gentle smile. “Way too quickly. I feel like she's minutes away from rolling, crawling, and then up and walking out to college."

And Rooster laughed, because there was Annie, the Annie he grew up with. They both needed that little break in the terse. "I hope not that fast," he gently pressed a kiss on Ava's knuckles and loosened his finger, free again.

"Well, I’d better get her home for some food and start our day. Good to see you, Rooster,” she gave him a small smile. “If you need anything, call me, okay? Don’t be a stranger.”

Bradley did the cordial thing and nodded. “Will do. See ya around, Annie," he said, not waiting for a dragged out goodbye and heading in the other direction. He had a house to start bringing back to life even if he had fallen apart in every other way.

It had been about month since you and Bradley… yeah. Since then. Things had been fairly busy for you, you’d stayed to yourself, regardless of nagging from your family, some other friends who wanted to claim your time now you were single again and, of course, Natasha. She was shipping out in a few days and wanted to have a drink but the last place you’d be caught dead at was The fucking Hard Deck. Reassuring everyone you were good, or okay, was next to useless. No one believed you anyway.

You'd kept yourself busy. The apartment needed to be unpacked again, with no time like the present, a perfect time to purge and it felt so much better in your small part of the world that you’d rid yourself of those little things you simply didn’t need anymore. Clothes, kitchenwares, changed up the orientation of the bedroom, indulging and confusing yourself with feng shui and vastu shastra on household karma/good vibes among other things.

But you really did feel lighter. You built a cute study nook for your business stuff. You and Bradley had planned to use one of the rooms in the Bradshaw place, giving you more time to work from home, instead of staying later after classes to do your never-ending small business accounting.

But that wasn’t the case now and you had all the time in the world.

“Fuck, Nat. Stop,” you muttered to yourself, scarfing down some leftovers for dinner. It was late and frankly, you had little to no interest in heading out, even if it was to a venue of your choice. You had to give Natasha credit: she was trying so hard to release you from your self-imposed imprisonment. You know what you were up for - 20 questions about how you were coping. You'd be lying to say you weren't worried about his impending trial and were curious to reach out. But it probably would just distract him and he didn’t need that. You were sure it was this week or next.

Maybe you would get Grandpa to contact Bradley?

But as far as you were concerned, Bradley seemed to be doing just fine. Like you’d agreed, you didn’t need each other anyway. Besides, he hadn't contacted you - and you hadn't let him after yep, taking the high road and blocking him. Maybe he needed this more than you did, you tried to reason with yourself. A guy like him didn't deserve to be tied down with someone who had the baggage you did. He deserved better.

You tossed your fork on the plate, suddenly not hungry for the stir fry you were desperate for only minutes earlier although the need to get tiddly didn't sound terrible at all.

Enjoying his quiet drink, Rooster knew his time was running out as Phoenix sidled her way to him, a fair smile on her face. Unreadable, and God, he hated that. “Didn’t know you were coming out tonight,” she commented, as she put two beers on Payback’s tab, placing one before Bradley.

She followed his gaze to the pretty woman across the bar, making pathetic doe eyes and suggestive overtones with her beer bottle and tongue. Natasha would never get used to it. And sadly, Rooster seemed pretty into it, for what she could gather. “Know her?” Phoenix asked as Rooster’s lip quirked and he stumbled to find an undefined answer.

Truth be told, yeah. Rooster did know her. Not super well, but well enough to remember how into him she seemed as she led him back to her place last week, the first person he’d fucked since… and, he supposed, it was fine. It was good, she was eager to please and she had zeroed in on him the minute he walked in last week and again tonight. Rooster didn’t generally put his boots under the same bed twice, but he lately wasn’t feeling particularly fussy. He did ask himself if there was a supposed grieving period for how long he should probably wait before getting into the game again but his brain (and Hangman) told him what he needed to hear.

Fuck her.

“Oh, Rooster, no. You slept with her?” Natasha asked, the disappointment dripped from her voice and Bradley felt about three feet tall.

“Oh, fuck this,” he bemoaned. “She broke up with me, I have to be celibate too?” he asked. It seemed so rehearsed and he didn't lie but he knew the shit he was going to cop for spending time with any woman that wasn’t you.

Natasha sighed. “No, I guess not.”

“Believe it or not, I can fuck who and when I want, Phoenix,” he gruffly reminded her. "You don't get to dictate."

“No, you’re right,” she agreed. Who was she to argue? She was desperate for her friends to get over this little ‘blip’, but seeing you separately and the hurt you’d both caused each other, she began to wonder if this blip as she'd hopefully referred to is as was really the end of what could have been the best thing that happened to both of you.

You were no longer a couple. Rooster had moved into his parents' old place alone and seemed to be enjoying taking to it with a sledgehammer. You were doing your usual MO when things went sour – you didn’t answer calls, and rarely responded to texts before anyway. You were working and looking at growing the business, so it was the best excuse in the books not to come to the bar, a surefire way of making sure she didn’t pump into Bradley.

“I can’t see him, Nat. He was the love of my life. And not being able to touch him, kiss him, laugh with him? It would just kill me,” you had told her sadly, week’s earlier when Natasha came over unannounced and sporting Thai food and rosé.

“What is so fucking funny is that I keep hearing how badly she is doing, yet no one gives a flying fuck that maybe, just maybe, I’m going through it too," Bradley muttered, Natasha surprise crossing her face as he continued, "Nat, we were moving in together. But it’s over now,” he poured what was left of his beer down his throat, knowing that coming out tonight was not his wisest idea. Bad Choice Bradley was bubbling in his bloodstream and frankly, he didn't mind if he escaped. He was so sick of doing everything by the rules, but where had that gotten him? Absolutely no-fucking-where. Jobless and Loveless. “And for the record?” he hissed purposefully to Natasha. “I was in that fuckin’ relationship too. I didn't call time.”

“Okay, okay,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. You’re right. You’re wholeheartedly allowed to feel that way. We just don’t see you… as down about it,” she used her words carefully.

“It was weeks ago,” he sniped.

“It wasn’t that long - ”

“Jesus, Phoenix. She was the fucking love of my life,” he hissed. "I wanted to work this out. She blocked my number, she wants nothing to do with me."

Natasha held her palm towards his chest but didn’t dare touch him, she could feel the heat, the anger reverberating off him. “Okay, I agree. I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting, buddy. And I’ve let you down.”

He frowned and paused. “What are you talking about?”

“This isn’t just the breakup, Rooster,” Natasha said, adjusting her posture to stand with him and continuing before she could let up. “Everything has been a bit of a shitstorm. Your past is always following you around, you were part of a suicide mission that almost got you killed and now you’re waiting for trial and I should have been doing more to make sure you were okay with that."

And for the moment, Bradley was silenced and frown in reply.

"Are you still seeing the shrink?”

He huffed out a breath, replacing his beer eagerly with the one Natasha had slid towards him. He didn’t need this holier-than-thou bullshit where Natasha got to try and save him to be really honest. He just gazed back at her, now unreadable.

“Isn’t it mandatory?” she pressed lightly. “You should really be talking to someone – ”

“I’m still going, I’m hating it. If I don’t get clearance from the shrink, I never get in my jet again regardless of how the trial plays itself out. Satisfied?” he rolled his eyes. “See ya later, Phoenix,” he said, leaving his her side and heading over to his new friend, who greeted him with a tender kiss on the side of his mouth, and while he wasn’t repulsed, you used to do that to him, and he didn’t like it half as much as he used to.

“Didn’t think you were going to come over and say hi, Rooster.”

“I’m here with friends,” he admitted, whom he’s just ditched to come over here and line up an easy lay for the night.

“You wanna dance?”

He nodded, a small grin gracing his features that didn’t quite make it to his eyes. “Yeah, lemme hit the bathroom first really quick, okay?”

“Sure,” she smiled as he grasped her forearm, gave the easy smoulder and disappeared. And she, with the name he couldn’t recall (but really wanted to), devotedly followed moments later. Messy, unplanned bar head wasn’t on his bingo card for the night, but he’d surely take it. He tried to be surprised when she cornered him into the stall and undid the few top buttons on her shirt, her breasts brushing against his chest as she groped his half-hard cock and played with the zip on his jeans before letting her soft, warm palm slide beneath his boxer briefs. His breathing immediately shallow because her hand was better than his hand and she sank to her knees and licked her lips, she didn't give an ounce of hesitation to take him deep.

He guessed he never really had to work hard to get what he wanted.

And he couldn’t hate himself more for it, because he compared everything to you. The way your big, beautiful eyes would peer up at him, begging for reassurance you were pleasing him, giving everything he deserved and more, your delicate strands he’d mess his long fingers into… it wasn’t the same but he came deep in the back of her throat that she swallowed and tidied up devoutly and he kind of wanted to be sick. But as she did that thing with her tongue, he wanted to cum so badly, as she gripped his thighs to keep her balance, he regarded her, knowing this wasn’t a woman he could fall in love with. He would only ever love one woman and right now, she wanted nothing to do with him.

He shook the notion from his head, concentrating on how silky her tongue caressed the head of his cock and remembered this didn’t happen all the time and to enjoy it as he thrust into her face, closing his eyes and imagining you again, getting him over the line as he knotted his fingers in her hair and fucked her face. Seeing you and those pretty sounds you’d make gagging on his cock, deep as you possibly could and what you couldn’t, pumping in your delicate palms.

He grunted as he came in wild spurts down her throat until he was spent and watched as she tidied him up, sweetly placing his softening dick back in his boxers and pulling his jeans back into place, sweetly caressing his throbbing groin.

With a quiet laugh, he helped her to her feet, cupping her chin a little rough. "You didn't need to do that, you know?"

"No," she agreed. "But you tasted so good time, I couldn't wait for more."

Bradley blushed, mostly ashamed. He certainly had nothing to be proud about. “I’ll be right out…” he said to her and she nodded and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her lipstick was improper, her hair was well and truly a mess. Just how he liked it… if it was you. And he knew she would run out to tell her friends exactly what had happened, darting out alone.

Rooster looked at himself in the mirror, taking in his reflection and rubbed his tired face. “Who the fuck are you, Bradshaw?” he accused himself. He took a deep breath, ran his hands under the cool water, washed his palms then splashed some water on his flushed face. “Jesus,” he muttered to himself before inhaling sharply and straightening up.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Natasha muttered to herself as Bob caught wind of her strife and looked up from his peanuts, concerned for his friend. "Fuckkk."

“What’s up, partner?” he asked, perplexed. She lifted her phone and the text you’d just sent. “Oh,” Bob said, adjusting his glasses, a trait he did constantly as he grew nervous. “That is… that is not good.”

“No…” Natasha agreed, casting her gaze to find Rooster, but he was nowhere to be found. “Shit.”

Rooster had spotted his new friend with her group and gave a slight nudge towards the exit when she caught his eye. Excitedly, she gave a wink back as her friends gave her teasing words of encouragement but Rooster didn’t care. He just needed to get out of there.

The bar was stifling and he didn’t feel like Phoenix’s third degree on his life choices anymore. He wasn’t a dickhead – he was well aware he was making poor decisions. Bad Choice Bradley. But this wasn’t his first one lately, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last.

Darting through the throng of officers and civilians, he made a beeline for the door, thrusting it open, and he’d be lying to say in his frustration, there was some heat and malice behind it.

“Jesus, goddammit,” the voice hissed on the other side, the heavy door hitting a patron on the other side trying to enter. Rooster tried to catch them, almost knocking them to the ground in the process and he couldn't believe his dumb luck that it was you who were on the other side as he tried to phantom his escape. You skipped backwards quickly as Rooster yanked the door back, trying to stop its force. His face paled when he realised just who it was he’d almost knocked off their feet.

He whispered your name, and you’d swear you had seen a ghost. “Shit, I’m so fuckin' sorry," he said, the recognition all over his face as he took you in, scared and studying you.

"Shit," you muttered. Bradley could hear the pain in your voice, whether it was through injury or just disgruntled, he couldn't be sure. “Hey,” you said nervously. This was not how you wanted to see him for the first time since you’d broken up.

“I was just leaving,” he explained, reminding you the door had walloped you in the elbow and you rubbed it in recollection, a gentle thrum from its impact. He looked back over his shoulder. “Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said again. He so badly wanted to reach out and kiss your injury better. The injury he caused, and he loathed himself for it. “How bad I get you?” he asked softly, taking a step closer.

Before he got closer, you closed in on yourself and covered the sting in your elbow with a step or two. “It’s fine, Brad – Rooster. It’s no worries,” you reassured him, flippantly. Your body language told him everything he needed to know. He was flatlining.

He nodded slowly, saddened at how you recoiled from him. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

“Okay. Sorry, huh?”

“It’s fine really,” you said as a pretty young thing wandered out. She joined Bradley on his hip and you didn’t miss how her hand curved into his elbow and how his face changed, the guilt masking his handsome features. She looked back at you both expectedly.

“Ready to go, Rooster?” she asked as he paused, gauging your response. He knew his timing was about as bad as it could be.

And yep, it looked exactly as it looked.

“Yeah. I’ll be just a minute,” he said, the embarrassment etched all over his skin as he ripped out your heart and toyed with it in his beautiful hands before you. His ears reddened and he licked his lips as she wandered away, calling back over her shoulder when she’d reached his Bronco. Well, she knew his car, maybe this wasn’t as new as it looked.

Yep, it looked exactly as it looked.

You’d thank Natasha personally for the warning in a moment - she probably wouldn't like it though. “Friend of yours?” you figured trying to balance your tone. Who were you to get upset at him? To Bradley Bradshaw, you were no one and that was what hurt the most.

“Something like that,” he admitted quietly.

Maybe you didn’t need that drink Nat promised. You needed Penny to drown you in the top shelf. “Nat’s waiting for me,” you explained to him. “Have a good night, Rooster,” you told him as he reluctantly pulled the door open for you to scurry under his strong, golden arm and get lost in the Friday night throng. He watched after you until he lost you.

Rooster ran his clammy palm over his face, he felt ill as he stepped away from the door. He wanted to be sick, he knew exactly how pathetic he looked. Why the fuck didn’t Natasha tell him you were coming? He would have hauled ass ages ago and without incident. He pulled his phone out and threw a brutal one-liner at her about giving him a head’s up next time and made his way to his car, where his friend/date/hook up/whoever was waiting with a bright grin.

“Thought you were gonna ditch me,” she laughed lightly, he could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

“Look, I’m really sorry, but I’m not feeling too well right now, and I have a real early start tomorrow morning. Think we could take a rain check?” he asked, keeping a safe distance from her. She raised an eyebrow.

“You sure? Five minutes ago, you seemed really fucking into that blowjob in the bathroom,” she hissed at hime. And it was fine head, her lipstick was still smudged on his cock, he would always be appreciative of anyone giving him their best. But again, it wasn’t your pretty lips, nose desperately trying to nuzzle the soft hair at his happy trail, staring up at him like he possessed all the stars in the sky. God, he was truly beginning to hate himself and he missed your mouth, however smart it was, wrapped around his cock, giving him an earful... kissing him.

He shook his head dismally. “Look, I can’t do this, okay? M’sorry,” he unlocked the car, hopped into the driver’s seat and keyed the ignition, peeling out of the carpark to the allotment of insults and birds being hurled his way. It would be some time before he decided to venture back to The Hard Deck, which was probably best.

And deservingly so, he reminded himself. He'd take a few weeks off from the bar, he’d been through this before. Never go back to the scene of the crime, especially after one-night stands. He knew better, but it all seemed so easy tonight until you were before him and ruined everything.

He pulled into a car park, the ocean bustling before him and he sat for a moment, his palms latched onto the steering wheel, his knuckles white as the adrenaline of the night coursed through his veins. Taught and teetering, he stared out to the ocean, needing answers to all the questions in his messed up brain.

God, you looked so beautiful. You had done something different to your hair, not a lot, just subtle, but he noticed it, the scent of his favourite perfume, it was so ridiculously expensive but it was the only real fancy thing you afforded yourself even if you used it sparingly, that drifted off you and enveloped him. He remembered it on his pillows, it lasted for the week until the sheets were changed.

But your eyes… They told the story. Seeing each other was a shock to the system, but you just looked so upset when… fuck, whatever her name was made her presence known. Getting his phone from his pocket, he sighed and found your last texts to each other.

It was all so sweet.

You: I love you, big boy. Hurry home to me xxx

Bradley: Love you too. Lemme finish up and I’ll be right there x

He ignored the subsequent texts he tried to send that all bounced back. Now it all seemed like another world and another time.

“So, yeah, that was fun,” you told Natasha as she gave Penny the signal to keep lining the shots up.

“You okay, darlin’ heart?” Penny asked sadly. Not that she wanted to pry, but Live had asked her to keep an eye on you if and when she could and she didn’t know if your mother was really wanting to see how brokenhearted you were.

“I’m awful,” you confided, voice strong but powerful because if you didn’t talk about this, you’d sink into another one of those solitary states where you wallowed in the misery of your broken heart, you were going to explode. “I have ruined the best thing that has happened to me then I get to see him take a one-night stand home.”

In no world would Natasha tell you this wasn’t their first hook-up and tossed back one of the lined up shots to avoid putting her foot in her mouth. “He’s slipped back into old habits,” Natasha shuddered as the tequila burned. She wasn’t defending him, but it was what it was as Penny made some polite excuses to continue working. “He a fucking moron, all dudes are the same. Easy pussy, get their dicks wet. They should all be lobotomised," she raised her shot and you, Natasha and Penny whipped the shots back.

But Rooster Bradshaw owed you absolutely nothing. And he proved he knew it too.

“He talked to me like a stranger. He’s never spoken to me like that in thirty years.”

“What do you mean?”

“Has he said he’s missed me or anything?” you asked, sadly and as Natasha prepared to answer, you dismally added, “I’ve ruined everything because I was scared about all the wrong things. Nat, I’ve messed this up and I don’t know what to do to fix it.”

She nodded but she heard what she heard. “…do you want to fix it?”

“I can’t function without him. I am just bumbling along, missing him while he is recovering alone. He's about to stand trial... he needs support,” and you know fully well that Natasha, Penny, Mav and others had Bradley's back but you also knew there were only a few people he'd truly let help him. “Will you still be here for the trial?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be here… I’m a witness. It’s the day after tomorrow.”

“Can you tell me how it goes?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“I can’t believe I gave all this up.”

She nodded. “I hate seeing you hurting like this.” Both of you, she wanted to add.

“Does he talk about me?” you asked quietly.

Phoenix sighed, she didn’t want to get into this. Anything he’d ever told her was done so in confidentiality. And while you were her great friend, he was too. Rooster didn't have many confidants. "I - "

“Natasha. Does Bradley want to fix us?” you raised your eyes, and Natasha saw the tears that threatened to spill.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. Only hours before he was talking about his latest conquest. She saw that woman follow him into the bathrooms but she had no idea where her friend stood, even if she knew you two were so much better together. She could tell you how angry about it he was. But there was no way that was going to help the situation even if she was desperate to say or do anything that could possibly help.

You shrugged and took another shot. “Whatever, he’s clearly moved on and I will just have to accept that. Another round?" you asked, a casual frown gracing your features and Natasha nodded.

"One more," she loaded the bar up and couldn’t imagine being in her plane tomorrow if this was how the night was going to go.

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Summary: Orientation day goes better than expected. (Mav's niece!reader)

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Chapter Four

Midway through the day while standing in line at the mess, Bradley found himself holding the small piece of paper you had given him with your number on it. As he studied the digits, a smile crept onto his lips and he considered sending you a text to find out if you were free that night when it was snatched out of his hand suddenly, making him turn to find the culprit.

“What do we have here?” Hangman smirked, examining the number in his hand. “Oooo… you scored some digits? These belong to Dr. Sexy?”

Reaching out, he seized the paper back and shoved it in his pocket. “Y’know, this, right here? This is why you have a reputation as a pain in the ass,” Rooster retorted, taking the tray that was offered to him as they moved through the line.

Jake placed a hand dramatically over his chest, feigning offense. “I’ve cultivated that reputation,” he declared, taking a tray of his own and following Bradley to sit at a table with a few other aviators. “So, you gonna call her? Or you gonna sit on that perch of yours and wait for someone else to swoop in and steal her away?”

He rolled his eyes and sat down, taking a sip of his soda. “What’s it matter to you, Hangman? Didn’t she shut you down once already? You don’t strike me as someone who enjoys getting denied twice.”

“A challenge is a challenge,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his hamburger. “And Seresins never back down from a challenge.”

“You’re not in her league. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m in her league. Besides, she's been hurt enough,” Bradley warned, dipping a fry into some ketchup before eating it.

Hangman laughed at that, his mouth half full of food. “You’re her big, bad protector now, Bradshaw? Y’know, she told me she’s not into aviators. That would include you, so maybe you should check yourself.”

“I’ve known her for a long time, and unlike you, I’m not looking to add notches to my bedpost. So back off. I won’t ask again,” Bradley said firmly, turning his focus back to his food.

Jake Seresin had a reputation as a fuckboy, and you didn’t need that. Granted, Bradley had his share of partners in recent years, a lifestyle hard to avoid when deployments and missions kept you moving from place to place constantly. But he wasn’t expecting to pick up right where you left off all those years earlier. He just wanted to fix what he had broken and at least have the chance to be some small part of your life again.

Thankfully from what Hangman had said you didn’t seem interested in aviators anyway, so maybe he didn’t need to worry. Clearly you could take care of yourself, you had been doing so for years.

“We’ll see what happens after my meeting with her, Rooster.” Hangman said with unabashed confidence. “She might decide she doesn't need you to be her security blanket after all.”

Bradley clenched his jaw tightly but managed to keep his emotions in check. He didn’t want to give the younger man the satisfaction of knowing that his words had struck a nerve.

“Do what you want, Seresin,” he said coolly, picking up his tray and heading toward the exit, dumping his half eaten food on his way out. Once outside, he pulled his phone out and sent you a text, double checking the number you had given him before hitting send.

Hey, it’s Bradley. You free tonight?

As he walked back toward the classroom building, he entered your name into his phone, a smile spreading across his face when your reply popped up on his screen.

Sure, meet me at the Hard Deck? 1900?

I’ll be there. ❤️

There was no hesitation before he replied, though he was surprised you suggested going back to the bar after what had happened the night before. He tucked his phone back in his pocket and headed inside the building where his next appointment was, unable to get the thought of seeing you out of his mind.

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The rest of the day following your brief text exchange with Bradley seemed to drag on forever. One appointment after another, aviators filed through your office and answered your standard questions about their history with the Navy, explaining any past performance issues or mishaps. By the time the last knock on your door came, you were grateful.

“Come in,” you called, pulling the last file onto your desk and looking up as the door opened. Standing, you offered your hand to the same tall blonde who had tried picking you up at the Hard Deck. “Lieutenant Seresin, we meet again.”

“Indeed we do, Dr. Mitchell. And what a pleasant surprise it is,” he grinned, his green eyes bright as he shook your hand before taking his seat across from you. "Please, call me Jake."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his confidence. His persistence from the night before had already made an impression on you, and now he was sitting in your office looking to make more of one. It was clear that he had a reputation, not just as a skilled aviator based on his file, but also as someone who enjoyed the attention of those around him.

"Well, Jake, I hope this will be about more than just pleasant surprises," you replied with a faint smile, taking a seat behind your desk. You opened his file and skimmed it briefly before looking back at him. "Let's get down to it. Tell me about your career in the Navy so far."

Jake leaned back in his chair, turning more thoughtful as he began sharing his Navy journey, recounting his achievements, the awards he won, and the challenges he’d faced. You listened to his words and analyzed his body language, trying to discern the real person beneath the charm and charisma while keeping focus on your job of assessing his suitability for training with TOP GUN.

As the conversation continued, it became evident that he was not only intelligent and ambitious, but also passionate about the Navy and the positive impact he could make. There was a hidden side to Jake “Hangman” Seresin, one that he revealed to you slowly, offering a glimpse into his more vulnerable side when you inquired about his reasons for wanting to participate in the program.

“For me, flying isn’t just about the thrill of speed or the adrenaline rush,” Hangman explained, his voice carrying a hint of genuine emotion. “It’s about protecting our country. I want to be the best, not just for myself, but because I believe in what the Navy stands for.”

“Naval aviation can be demanding,” you empathized, knowing all too well how true that statement was. “How do you cope with the stress? It’s important to have a support system.”

You noted how he hesitated briefly before answering. “I don't make friends easily. I know how I come off to people,” Jake admitted with a touch of self-awareness. “It’s just… easier to put on this mask, especially in such a competitive field. It’s like a defense mechanism, y’know? But I know it pushes people away.”

You nodded in understanding, appreciating his honesty. He clearly had a strong sense of purpose, and his desire to excel went beyond ego, even if that was what he showed to the world. But with the way he was opening up to you now, you couldn’t help but think that you had misjudged him the night before at the bar.

“I see,” you said softly. It wasn’t often someone could make you change your mind so completely, but both Jake and Bradley had managed to do it in one day. “Loneliness can impact your mental health, and in turn, your flying. Connections and relationships are important, everyone needs people to lean on. If you ever feel the need to talk without judgement, please don’t hesitate to reach out. You know where to find me.”

Hangman nodded, a warm smile on his lips that was also reflected in his green eyes. “I’ll do that.” He accepted his file after you signed it and passed it across the desk to him, both of you standing as the meeting came to an end. “Thanks, Doc. See you around.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” you said, watching the mask he had allowed to slip with you fall right back into place as he winked before heading out of your office. It was going to take more work to open him up completely, but it seemed like somewhere deep down it was what he wanted.

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You left your office not long after Jake’s assessment ended, heading home to prepare for your meet up with Bradley. You had been renting the small bungalow next door to Penny for a couple of years, its location near base and the Hard Deck convenient since you didn’t own a car. Most days you jogged to and from work, and on the rare rainy day you would get a ride from Penny or one of your coworkers.

As soon as you made it through the door you tossed your bag on the couch and undressed on your way to shower, dropping both your office and running clothes in the hamper. You thought about the evening ahead of you while you bathed, feeling the butterflies in your stomach already.

It was yet to be determined if seeing Bradley was a good idea for you or not, but you figured it couldn't hurt to catch up a little. As long as you kept him at arm's length. You didn't want to risk him burrowing his way into your heart again only to have him leave.

After your shower you took your time getting dressed, opting for a simple look without makeup. You put on a pair of cutoff jean shorts, a camisole, and a multicolored kimono-style shawl, your hair in a messy bun to keep it off of your neck. When you looked in the mirror, you smiled, pleased with the relaxed image you were projecting.

Slipping on your sandals and grabbing your bag, you made your way to the beach a few blocks away, where the Hard Deck was located. You didn't want to go back there after the night before, even though you knew Penny would gladly kick anyone out who said anything about it. But Bradley was unfamiliar with the area, so you picked a landmark he already knew.

Once you arrived, you moved to sit on the closed lifeguard tower a few hundred yards away from the bar, close enough that you would be able to see Bradley when he arrived. Your legs dangled over the side, your gaze moving between the parking lot and the ocean as the sun got closer to the horizon, the beach clearing out slowly with the end of the day nearing.

The familiar sound of the Bronco’s engine found your ears first, drawing your attention away from the beach. You smiled as the old, blue truck parked and Bradley climbed out, wearing jeans and a tank top. He had an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt on over it, one that you recognized from pictures as belonging to his father, Goose.

1900 exactly. He had always prided himself on being punctual.

“Bradley!” You called, standing to wave from your spot on the lifeguard tower. He turned toward you, his aviators perched on his nose, and waved back, making his way across the sand in your direction. Leaning your forearms against the railing, you smiled down at him as he got closer. “You still have that old thing? I'm amazed it's still running.”

He looked back toward the truck briefly, then back up at you from where he stood on the sand, offering a grin. “I'll probably never get rid of it. I've fully rebuilt it close to twice now, easily my biggest expense, but it's worth it. I don't have much left that was my dad’s.”

You nodded, not needing to see the hazel eyes that were hidden behind his Ray-Bans to know that they were sad. You had experienced the same look many times growing up with him, especially after Carole passed. “You've taken good care of it, looks brand new.”

“Thanks.” Bradley stuck his hands in his pockets, looking out to the water and then back up at you, admittedly a little anxious. “Wanna go inside and get a drink?”

Your own sunglasses were sitting on your head, leaving you unable to hide the look of trepidation on your face as you looked over to the bustling bar. You’d had eyes on you all day, and there were too many people inside. It may have only been Wednesday, but the base provided a steady number of patrons every night.

He remained silent for a moment and when you didn't answer, he climbed up the side of the lifeguard tower and slid under the railing to join you. “You know, I'd actually rather hang out here. Haven't seen a west coast sunset since we were kids.”

You watched him sit with his back against the tower wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He hooked his glasses in the collar of his tank top and smiled up at you, offering his hand to have you join him. Accepting it, you moved to sit on the wooden floor of the tower, your bare legs crossed in front of you.

“It’s just… after what happened last night, I don't--”

Bradley stopped you with a shake of his head. “You don't have to explain, I get it,” he said, meeting your eyes. He knew you didn't like being the center of attention. “I'm just glad you agreed to meet up. I was afraid you still hated me.”

“I never hated you,” you said, shaking your head. “I loved you, B. That's what made it hurt so much. The slap last night… it was just years of pent up hurt. I'm sorry.”

“Loved?” He asked, emphasizing that you had used the past tense form of the word.

You sighed and looked out to the water, biting your cheek as you struggled to find the right words. “You never came back. Eventually I had to move on.”

There was a coldness in your tone, a matter-of-factness that hurt Bradley more than if you had kissed someone else right in front of him. He recognized it as your defense mechanism for when things got too hard, and it was punch to the gut.

“I'm sorry,” he said, not wanting to pry further. If he wanted you back in his life, he needed to take things slow, not scare you into pushing him away. After a long moment of silence, he bumped your shoulder with his own gently. “Anywhere around here we could grab something to eat? My treat.”

Taking a deep breath, you shook off the feeling that had taken over and nodded. “There's a cantina up the beach a bit, they have good food.”

He jumped to his feet with the agility you’d expect from an experienced fighter pilot, offering his hand to help you up. “Let's go, I'm starving.”

Chapter Five

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Barely Even Over. - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader

Word Count: I don’t know, I’ll update this when I’m off mobile

Summary: You’ve never been good with complacency. You’ve nearly broken it off four times with Bradley before, feeling trapped and needing to run. You don’t know why it happens, or why you feel so compelled to escape. This time, you can’t get past it. What had always been passing conversation has been a full production. You’re nearly to the curtain close when the entire thing is derailed by a very agitated pilot on your front porch.

Content Warning: lots of cursing, lots of angst, potential trigger for anxiety

Author’s Note: I’ve been obsessed with this song by Drake Milligan and I couldn’t get this out of my brain. Also!! Rooster content? In 2024? Wow. - unedited, unbeta’ed we die like idiots.

God, you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here. The fact that it was almost eleven o’clock at night and someone was pounding at your door was one of the countless reasons you’d put in a transfer request.

The main reason you were leaving stood on the other side of your open door.

Bradley stands, dripping wet from the monsoon that’s raging outside (you’d heard it from the wind and the pelting rain on your window), the most vicious look on his face. You spot the equally soggy piece of paper you’d shoved in his mailbox this morning in his hand.

“You really thought you could just drop this off and bolt out of town without a word?” He shakes the wet mangled letter around, a drop of water flinging to the tip of your nose. When he starts into it, you’re pushing the door shut, regretting not checking the peephole before you tugged the door open. Rooster’s hand grabs the edge of the wood before you can get too far, pushing his body weight into it to keep it ajar.

“Or that I had to hear from Hangman of all people that he saw a moving truck taking your shit?” You turn and enter into the empty apartment, trying to avoid this conversation. That was the point of the letter, the point of no contact the last few hours. You were about five hours from departing San Jose and never coming back. Bradley slams the door shut as he follows you inside.

“Jesus, wake all the neighbors while you’re at it Bradshaw.” You groan, stepping into your bathroom to do a mindless check that everything had been packed. That you weren’t forgetting anything.

“Fuck the neighbors, Gemstone! You were going to just fucking ghost me? Ditch me without a goddamn word?” You can hear the pain singe his voice. A normally smooth and entertained gruff is resentful and burned instead when he speaks to you. He follows you as you move to the kitchen to do one last once over, averting this onslaught as much as you could. “Drop a shitty letter in my mailbox to dump my ass, ignore my texts, decline my calls - not a single word from you! What the fuck??”

“I’m being restationed, Rooster, it’s not-“

“Oh bullshit!! Mav told me the truth! You fucking requested the transfer! You thought you could sneak away without witnessing the storm you’re fucking making! Just dropping all your ties and escaping -“ he huffs and the paper in his hand is crumbled into a wet lump, then slammed at a nearby wall. So much for your security deposit. “You are always looking for an out. For a reason to leave California- the navy- me. As if the last three years were so fuckin’ miserable that you needed to just vanish. Like nothing ever happened.” Bradley is seething with each curse and vent that exists his lungs.

You’ve run out of cabinets to check. Out of options to avoid looking at him. So when you finally do, you see the mustached man shaking slightly from the temperature of the cold water clinging to him via a damp Hawaiian shirt. The way his eyes locked to you with seething hurt, a brokenness you couldn’t comprehend.

He wasn’t supposed to get home from his training in Atlanta until tomorrow. You were supposed to disappear. Jake and his big fucking mouth. Before you can say anything, Bradley turns to face you fully, brows pushing downward as if it would expel the anger out.

“Three years. Fucking three years and you think you can step out like this. Without a word, without giving a rhyme or a reason - leaving in the middle of the night - without a clue you were even considering this?? Buying fucking plane tickets behind my back?? Packing your entire god damn life up without a notion of the feelings of people around you - of your fucking boyfriend? You didn’t think to have the decency to break up with me to my face??” His hand points to the slop against the wall that had been your letter. His notice of termination so to speak. “The fact you couldn’t say it out loud- couldn’t face any of this at the face value means you don’t actually want to do it. You don’t want to do it, you’re just scared. You’re scared of the same surroundings, the same job, the same city, the same house, the same person, Gem. That’s what you are. Always leaving so you don’t get hurt when you get freaked out.” The register of his words is loud, but not nearly as loud as the next round of spitfire.

“If we’re gonna break up you’re gonna do it now! You’re gonna say what you put on that god damn piece of paper to my fucking face! That you never loved me, that you’ve been hanging on to a lie! That you can’t stand to stay in this god forsaken city a single second more! You don’t get to just leave and not see this!!” He points to his expression. “The mad! The angry, the rejection and betrayal! If you’re gonna do it you’re gonna do it to my face!” Finally, finally, Bradley takes a shaking breath, turning away to try to collect himself.

“Bradley, I didn’t want to do this like this for a reason-“ he spins. There are tears rolling down his face.

“Fuck, I love you.” The stinging sensation starts. The familiarly ominous feeling that sinks in and starts to eat at you every time you’ve had this conversation. “You loved me. I know you did. At some point you did, I know you did and you can’t lie to me and say you didn’t.” The hot tears are barely breaking surface tension along your lash line. “Don’t leave me like this, Gems. Don’t- cause I won’t-“ he hovers in his words, “I think I deserve at least a bad goodbye. Not some letter full of lies hit you don’t mean. Some pathetic attempt at closure is better than whatever the fuck this is. This, this, sorry excuse for a break up.” His feet come sinking toward you as he reaches out. You don’t back away.

His hand takes your hand, squeezing it tightly, his other hand coming to wipe your own tears in the hollow room. “I can take hellfire. I can take screaming, shouting, shit, you can hate me if you have to, honey.” It’s so fractured, his voice. Strained from shouting, tainted with emotions he clearly hasn’t come to understand yet, “just… don’t leave me like this. Still so in love with you. Still wanting to see your face when I wake up every day, to curl into you and avoid the world a little longer- still wanting to fix that damn car with you,” you stifle a laugh, despite the gravity of everything, “still completely and utterly adoring you. Don’t leave me loving you. Please, Gems, don’t.”

The two of you grow quiet, Rooster’s hand still clutching to yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck. He pulls you in, lips pressing to your forehead. He stays there as a soft cry that moves through his chest, tears dampening your hair as the two of you stand there in the cruelty of your wake.

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Im crying, screaming, throwing up. Leah, you’re putting your whole ass pussy into these updates. I can’t wait for the next update.

Bro. The way I literally spent six hours writing this yesterday. Six! I couldn’t stop. I just had to get it out. Anyway, as always—here’s the Terms Of Endearment Masterlist

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Dot was a smart little girl. She knows when things aren't right. She knows when Bob pulls up in a driveway that isn't Jakes that something is wrong. With her little heart already broken enough from her traumatic pick up from daycare, but when she sees a woman standing out on the front veranda that isn't you, her bottom lip quivers. Where were you?

“Where's Mamma?” Dot asked as she came to from her nap in her booster seat, Bob felt his heart break inside his chest because how do you tell a two year old that their mother is in the hospital?

“Mama’s gonna be back soon Dotty.” God Bob couldn't handle all this, he had no idea how you did it for so long without crying out for help. “Thanks for taking her on such short notice.” Bob is far too rattled for Chelsea Fitch to be comfortable with. “Jakes probably harassing the emergency department staff as we speak trying to get answers and Rooster was already there so–”

“She's more than welcome for as long as needed.” Chelsea makes her way down the drive to where Bob is fishing Dot out of her booster seat. “She looks so upset–” Chelsea sighs. “Hi darling girl, it's okay baby come here.” With one swift motion, Bob was picking up the little girl everyone had gathered around to protect and handing her over to Reubans wife. Dot immediately snuggled into her shoulder, she's so tired and emotionally exhausted. There's only so much a two year old can take before they begin to shut down. “You know much about how she's doing?”

“Nope, Jake fainted in the parking lot when he was on the phone with Rooster.” Bob relayed all that he knew as he unclipped the booster seats from the back of Penny's car to leave at the Finch household. “I didn't get a chance to ask much when I picked up the phone, just told Rooster we’d get there as soon as possible.”

“And by we you mean Amilia–” Bob just smiled, he caught the tone Chelsea used as she held Dot on her hip. Standing in the driveway as Chase clung to her leg. Bob Floyd loved the fact he wasn't the only one with a sibling he wasn't overly attached to.

“Yes ma’am–”

“Don't ma’am me Bob, I work for a living.” Bob couldn't keep his head from spinning on top of his shoulders if he tried. He couldn't keep up with the sharp wit and dry humour of the Australians he was suddenly in close vicinity to.

“Sorry, sorry–force of habit.” Bob knew he should probably head over to Jakes and get some essentials sorted. It hadn't necessarily been a task bestowed upon him verbally, but Bob knew that he should, to do what he could within his means. “I'm gonna head off, I'll swing by Jakes and get some of Dot's things, stop by, then head over to the hospital.”

“Can you tell my sister that for someone who's been in the states for less than three days on a soul searching quest or whatever bullshit she's on, she sure has a knack for finding trouble.” Chelsea chuckled as Bob just pressed his lips together in a thin line and nodded silently. “Come on bub’s let's get you two inside.”

“Thanks again Chels–” Bob thanked Chelsea just one more time before he was heading off, leaving Odette Dolan in the Fitch’s capable hands while everything else seemed to fall through the cracks.

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“You feeling alright?” Amilia asked as she drove Jake in silence to the hospital. There wasn’t any music playing through the speakers this time. Just pure silence filled the cab of her sister’s Sante Fe.

“I’m sorry you got caught up in all this.” Jake swerved the question Amilia had asked as he turned to take in Amilias profile. Fuck she was real pretty. “It was incredibly unfair of me to ask you to get involved.”

“Your niece is a real cutie.” Amilia, still focusing on the road ahead, smiled as she flicked on her indicator, turning into the Miramar Base Hospital. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to live with myself if I didn’t do something.”

“Yeah—“ Jake sighed, letting his head fall back against the headrest. “It definitely feels like that.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have your sister and her ex been separated?” Jake just looked at Amilia, who for a split second turned her head to look back at Jake. “I don’t mean to pry.” Jake took notice to the way Amilias voice sounded softer in her regret to ask. “And by all means man you don’t have to tell me shit—just tell me to shut up and my lips are sealed.” Jake couldn’t handle the way Amilia turned her head back to the road ahead, she was so genuinely concerned about what was going on to people she’d never met before. “I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry—it’s too personal.”

“No, no you're good.” Jake cleared his throat, thinking about how to explain your circumstances. “Emotionally I’d say ever since the first time he laid his hands on her.” Jake remarked, balling his fist at the thought as he clenched his jaw. “But uh, she ran out on him a few months back, turned up on my doorstep beaten half to death with enough alcohol in her system that I would have believed her if she said she identified as a distillery.” Jake chuckled, it hurt to make peace with the fact this had been your life, your rock bottom. “I promised her if she stayed here then she’d be safe, that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her yet here we are—“ Jake finally turned his head back to where Amilia sat in the driver's seat, looking for a park. “I don't know how to keep her safe.”

Amilia didn’t respond straight away, the air was too heavy around her, she could feel the weight of Jake's world on her shoulders. No one deserved to feel that kind of guilt. It wasn’t his fault, what that Jaidyn guy had done wasn’t a reflection on Jake. He was only one person, how much could he honestly do?

“The next dude that tries to kiss my fucking foreheads gonna cop a head-butt instead so we both end up hurt and confused.” Jake couldn’t help but to laugh softly as he looked at Amilia, this crazy, random woman he’d met that same morning felt like an extension of himself. Amilia had kissed him in the parking lot of his niece's day care not half an hour ago. Why had he not ended up copping a headbutt. He surely had a headache, but that was from smacking his head on the ground when he lost all control.

“Can’t say that doesn’t sound like a good strategy—“ There’s a few moments of silence as Amilia gives up circling the full car park and just decides it’s probably best to drop Jake off at the emergency department. She hits the curb slightly and Jake cringes at the thought of the gutter rash her rims were gonna end up with. “Jesus—“

“Sorry.” It’s not hard to notice the embarrassment laced in Amilias tone as she puts the car in park. “I’m still getting used to the whole left side steering and right side roadway.”

“How long have you been in the states for?” Jake asks, he’s reluctant to get out of the car because he knows the second he does he’s gonna lose his mind. Amilia Fisher seemed to keep Jake level headed. He needed that in all this, a guiding light. A lighthouse.

“Considering I’ve lost track of what day it is from the jet lag and copious amounts of caffeine I’ve been pumping I’d guest about three days, give or take a few hours.”

“Three days and you're slashing people’s tyres!?” Jake genuinely laughs for the first time all day. He feels the butterflies in his stomach take flight when Amilia matches his energy and laughs with him, nodding.

“I didn’t know what else to do!?” As the laughter drifted off into nothing, Amilia let herself settle into the back of her car seat. “You should probably get out now.”

“I don’t think I can go in there.” Jake held back tears, he wasn’t ready to accept he’d let you down. “Can’t see her like that.” He wasn’t ready to face you. “I fucked up, I can’t—“

“Hey, listen.” Amilia cooed as Jake tried his best to hold himself together, he was falling apart at the seams. “Just breathe.” A gentle hand with manicured nails that make Jake's skin rise with goosebumps reaches out to cup his cheek. “She really needs you, but it’s okay to feel like you don’t have your shit together.”

“You got anywhere to be?” Jake asked, it was his way of asking Amilia to stay. She just shook her head, she knew what he meant.

“Been the longest fucking day ever and I could really use a beer, but I got absolutely nowhere else to be.”

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Bradley hated hospitals. He’d never been one to associate hospitals with good memories. It’s where he’d gone with his mum when he’d found out he’d died in a training accident and It was where he said goodbye to his mum one last time before she left to be with her best friend again.

Now, as he sat in the waiting room tapping his foot on the ground impatiently waiting for someone, anyone to give him an update on how you were—he couldn’t help his mind from wondering. What if you were about to join the ever growing list of people Bradley Bradshaw had lost in his life?

“Bradshaw!” Jake bellowed out as he came barreling through the front doors of the emergency department, Amilia in toe. “Where is she?” Rooster stood to meet Jake in an embrace that put all others to shame. Brother in arms. Jake wraps his arms around Bradley as Bradley took him in tight. Both silently silencing their painful sobs in each other's embrace. “Where is she?”

“In surgery I think?” Rooster explained. “They wouldn’t tell me much because I still haven’t handed back the paperwork they asked me to fill out on her behalf.” It’s when Jake steps back that Bradley sees Amilia standing there. She’s a little on the short side, and by a little he means a lot. Respectfully Jake and Bradley tower over her. It wouldn’t be hard to lose her in a crowd. Amilia Fisher was definitely someone you’d tie a helium balloon to just to keep an eye on her.

“Who’s this?” Bradley asks, he thinks he knows. She looks a little familiar. Jake just steps aside, allowing Amilia to outstretch her hand to shake Bradley’s. “God You look like someone I know—“

“Uh, Chelsea Fitch is my sister, you both apparently work with my brother in law.” It all clicks in Rooster's mind when he hears the mention of Payback's wife. “Amilia, Amilia Fisher.”

“You’re the one who took the video this morning?” Bradley smirks, he can see the look on Jake’s face clear as day. The guys hooked.

“That’s me.” Amilia confirms, Jakes just crossing his arms across his chest as Rooster sends him an all knowing look. He’d fallen in love at first sight with you, what was so hard to believe about the same happened to Jake Seresin.

“She slashed Jaidyn’s tires too, made sure he couldn’t leave before Bob and I got there.” Jake mentioned and Bradley just raised his eyebrows in shock.

“No shit?”

“Bob took Odette to Paybacks place, he called me while I was on my way over—said he wouldn’t be too far away? Cyclone called off training for the rest of the week and sent everyone home.” Jake mumbled as he yawned, stretching his back out as he did so.

“Yeah he said something about not being able to have people flying multi million dollar fighter jets around while there’s an internal investigation going on.” Bradley sighed. He was exhausted. “Where’s Jaidyn now?”

“On his way to the station, I called the cops—they took him off in cuffs at the daycare.” Amilia explained as she looked around. “This a Military Hospital or General Public?” Bradley just looked at Jake who shrugged his shoulders back at him. Both men decided they needed to take a seat. Sitting side by side as Bradley handed Jake the half filled in paperwork.

“How bad is it?” Jake asked under his breath. Bradley just pressed his lips together, he knew Jake had taken notice of the blood that stained Bradley’s hands and uniform. He knew what the answer was already. He just needed to hear Rooster say it.

“Medic said her jaw was broken before we even got here, he must have really laid into her because I could hardly recognise her.” It absolutely killed Bradley to relay this information, he could see from the expression on Jake’s face alone that it killed him to know. But they needed to share each other’s heartbreak to get through this. “She’s tough though, never stopped fighting back—“

“We let her down.” Jake stated as a matter of fact. He was pissed at Jaidyn for everything he’d done to you but more importantly he was pissed at himself for allowing him to get close enough to her you.

“I know.” Braldey swallowed the lump in his throat as Jake filled in everything he knew about you from a lifetime of friendship. It didn’t seem like enough though as he sat there, looking around to see if anyone was coming to update them. “I know we did.”

Amilia opted to shout the two naval aviators who looked far too out of place a packet of chips from the vending machine. She knew well enough that they weren’t hungry, but they needed something in their system. Handing over the packet of chips, one each as she looked down at Bradley and Jake, gesturing for them to take the bags of air.

“My favourite is cheese and onion but I can’t speak for Lays, wouldn’t know what’s good or bad here so I thought I’d play it safe with the original.”

Jake just took Amilia in for all she was worth, Bradley could practically see the heart eyes he was sending over as he grazed Amilias outstretched hand and took the packet of chips.

“Thanks—“ Jake cooed as Amilia came to sit beside him. Bradley hummed to himself when she opened her own packet, offering Jake a few from her packet in the hopes he’d share his with her in return.

He did.

Bradley couldn't help but to smile, Jake deserved to fall in love. He deserved someone who was as willing, kind, and above all as annoying as he was. Amilia Fisher gave off that vibe.

He just wished you were here to witness it too.

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Admiral Beau Simpson had never felt more like a failure than he did in the moments he sat behind his desk recording on a blank disc the seven minute assault that had left you dangerously close to death. He had never seen such a violent act against a woman. But what else he saw amongst the beating was bravery—

“I need someone to contact the local authorities, this guy is an animal.” Cyclone explained as he tried to peel his eyes away from the monitor, but he couldn’t. He knew he owed it to you to sit there and watch what he’d let happen by not stepping in sooner. “Why are you still here?”

“Sorry sir.” One of the administrators that Cyclone had called into his office babbled out as he ran to make sure that the request of the admiral would be conducted. Almost as soon as he had left, Pete Mitchell was stepping into his office, wearing a confused expression.

Like this day couldn’t get any fucking worse for Beau Simpson.

“Why have you suspended all training until further notice and sent my team home?” Maverick asked, leaning over Cyclone's desk. “What’s going on—“

“You need to get down to the Base Hospital, Lieutenant Bradshaw is there with Y/n.” Cyclone could barely stomach enough courage to say what he needed to say. He made himself sick. “Allocations were made, they were dismissed when they should have been properly adhered to.” He sighed in disapproval of his own actions. Leaning back in his chair as he looked at the man who was in all aspects a better man than he was in the moment. “Felix was taken to hospital about two hours ago and I’ve opened an internal investigation into the situation. Your team is grounded until further notice, Captain.” Pete frowned as he took in what Admiral Simpson had just told him. He had been wondering where Rooster was, where Hangman had gone off to and why Bob was suddenly missing in action.

He paused for a moment, wondering if what his initial thought was truly what had been the case.

“Her ex got to her did he?” Maverick pressed his lips together as Cyclone begrudgingly nodded in conformation. “I told you when I found out he first got reposted that something would happen if you didn’t keep an eagle eye on that son of a bitch, didn’t I?”

It was true. When Jaidyn had first showed up in North Island, Jake had asked if Mav could possibly pull some strings. He tried to warn Admiral Simpson what would happen, but his predictions fell on deaf ears. Maverick couldn’t tell at the time if Cyclone just didn’t want to know, was too self centred to get involved or if he just didn’t care enough about his personnel to do anything about it.

“The only reason he took up this posting, Sir, was to get at her—I told you that and what did you do?”

Cyclone just closed his eyes—He knew what he had done. Nothing. If anyone had failed you it was Beau Simpson. “You told me to fall back in line, told me that if Felix had a problem she could come to you, but when she did what did you do?” Maverick hissed—he swore with the pressure building on his teeth as he clenched them tight he was about to break at least four. “You sent her away.”

“I was just following protocol—“

“When has following protocol ever worked in the case of domestic violence, Sir.” Maverick left it at that as he made his way over to the door. Speaking over his shoulder before Pete Mitchell went to explain to the remaining members of his Dagger crew what was going on. “It’s people like you who make the system so flawed it does more damage than good.”

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The sun had well and truly gone down by the time Bradley and Jake saw a doctor heading anywhere towards their immediate vicinity. Amilia had fallen asleep beside where Jake sat, her head felt natural on his shoulder and he, in every sense of the word, hadn’t had the heart to move her.

Bob had shown up an hour ago. He’d packed up a bunch of Odette stuff and dropped it off at Paybacks place before he made his way over. He’d filled him in on what he knew and told him as soon as he knew more he’d call.

“Wonder how long it’s gonna take for someone to put us out of our misery.” Rooster mumbled, his eyelids were heavy and his feet felt numb from sitting in the hospital waiting room chair for what felt like an eternity.

“Probably won’t be for a while still, god only knows we deserve to sit and stew in our own self pity.” Jake replied, he was just as tired as Rooster. Amilia snorted as she stirred on Jake’s shoulder.

“You two sound fucking pathetic.” Amile Fisher had the energy of a feral princess. She was wholesome and you could definitely take her home to meet your mother if you wanted to. But she drank tequila and bourbon of any sort straight. She;d square up with a grown man without hesitation and have no problem putting someone in their place. Amilia was all about balance, and right now? Jake Seresin was all kinds of out of balance.

“Thought you were asleep?” Jake turned his head to where Amila still had her head resting on Jake’s shoulder.

“The sound of your insecurities woke me up.” She mumbled, looking up at Jake through tired and hooded eyes. “You aren’t responsible for this, neither is Rooster, so cut the self loathing crap out.”

“Yes ma’am—“ Bob's ears pricked up at the sound of Jake sounding off like an aviator falling in line. He had a feeling what was coming next if Amilia was anything like her sister Chelsea.

“Ew, don’t call me ma’am, I work for a living.” Yep, he called it. Jake felt his heart skip a beat as he leaned in to kiss Amilias forehead gently, wondering if she’d follow through with her promise to headbutt the next guy who did so—she didn’t, Jake was simply met with a warm hum.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” There was a doctor calling your name as Braldey stood up in a frantic attempt to immediately find out more.

“That’s us!” He said a little too loud. The doctor just made his way over to where Rooster stood. “We’re here for Fe—how is she?” The doctor standing before Bradley just looked at him blankly. He had nothing good to say.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, it was pretty touch and go for a little while but we managed to get her stable enough to hopefully see some real progress come through in the next couple of weeks.”

“What’s the prognosis?” Jake asked, Amilia had since set up right, Jake wasn’t going to admit he missed her touch. So he pretended that he didn’t mind.

“We’ve had to wire her jaw shut but she should still be able to talk, she’ll be able to move her lips, just won’t be able to eat or drink so we’ll get her set up on a liquid drip the second she’s up.” The doctor explained and Jake wanted to vomit.

“She suffered a pretty serious spleen rupture, most likely caused by the blunt force trauma sustained around the area so we did have to remove it entirely—she’ll have to take a course of antibiotics every few months to ward of certain bacteria, living without that particular organ puts her at higher risk for life-threatening infections but you can live without it.” Doctor Sullivan explained as the waiting room reminded silent “She’ll receive a booster vaccine for pneumococcus, and for meningococcus and haemophilus influenzae type B in two weeks.”

“Holy shit—“ Amilia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, this was serious.

“Can we see her?” Bradley asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“She’s being brought down from surgery now, we’ll get her set up in a room and we’ll send someone to grab you when she’s ready to be seen, however, usual visiting hours are between seven and seven, Although, judging by the seriousness of Miss Y/l/n’s injuries it’s safe for me to assume we’re dealing with some sort of abuse here?”

“Sherlock Holmes everybody.” Jake scoffed. “Listen, all due respect, but she won’t be alone for a second while she’s here.” Jake wasn’t asking the doctor to grant them a special pass, he was telling him. Doctor Sullivan simply nodded. He knew there was no reason to fight Jake on this one. They were gonna do what they wanted to do and no one was going to get in the way of that.

“I’ll have my chief sign off on an extenuating circumstances case order and liaise with whatever investigation is currently being conducted.” Doctor Sullivan nodded. “I’ll send someone to get you all shortly.”

“Thanks Doc, really appreciate it.” Bradley thanked Doctor Sullivan as he shook his hand, sitting down to patiently wait for the moment he could see you again. His heart had never hurt this much before. He wanted to cry but he was sure that he had nothing left in the tank. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Get in line.” Jake added. He was seething, his anger threatening to consume every fibre of his being. “Fuckers gonna be breathing through a tube, if I had known what he did, I would have killed him.”

“Rhett’s coming.” Bob piped up from his own seat, Rooster didn’t know who he was talking about. “He can stay with Felix while you guys sort Jaidyn out and take care of Odette.”

“Who’s Rhett?” Rooster asked with a confused look smeared across his face. Jake answered for Bob knowing he wasn’t all that keen on airing his shit out.

“Bob's brother.”

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“Get your fucking hands off me!” Jaidyn spat as he was shoved into one of the holding cells at the North Island police station. “Are you fucking kidding me!”

“Sir, calm down—you’re being detained for an incident that occurred this morning.”

“You mean the innocent where I had the shit best out of me!?” Jaidyn shouted at the police officer who stood behind the other side of the bars. “I was beaten—“

“It was a provoked attack, we have video evidence to back the charges.” The officer explained before he turned on his heels, leaving Jaidyn to sit and stew in his own thoughts about how the fuck he was going to get the hell out of this.

“Who took the video?” Jaidyn shouted down the hall at the police officer who had nearly rounded the corner.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss the identity of the woman who handed in that evidence.” Was all Jaidyn got in response before the officer had disappeared. Jaidyn knew exactly who he was talking about.

“That fucking bitch.” Jaidyn remarked. It was the woman who stabbed his fucking tiers. He knew it. Amilia didn’t know it, but she had a target on her back as big as you did. As big as Jake and as big as Bradley. “That stupid fucking bitch—“

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Rhett Abbott hated flying. Which was incredibly ironic considering what his brother did for a living. He sat in the middle aisle of a plane he swore looked like it came straight out of the eighties and kicked himself for dropping everything he had going for himself because of one phone call.

Rhett didn't even ride. He was so distracted by Bob's calls that he couldn't focus. He knew if he got on the back of that bull he’d come off in a split second. Unable to hold onto whatever shot at victory he had. Rhett used to look up at night and wonder about his place in the stars, but all he seemed to do these days was look down–and worry about his place on the dirt. He was going nowhere and he knew it.

As he turned his phone on aeroplane mode and readjusted himself, Rhett wondered if San Diago would be an escape he needed. Perhaps Bob wasn't just reaching out for help, maybe he was inadvertently extending a hand to Rhett, to pull him from the vortex that was Wabang Wyoming.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

When one of the nurses on shift had come to get Bradley and Jake, it was Amilia who thought it would be a good idea for her and Bob to let them have a moment alone with you.

“Hey Bob, I'm kinda tired, Do you wanna come grab a coffee with me?” She asked softly, Bradley knew exactly what she was doing, so did Bob, it went straight over Jakes head though–but he didn't care all that much if Amilia wanted to be here or not, all he cared about as soon as the nurse had come and told them they could finally see you was that he got to do just that.

“Sure.” Bob nodded, he collected his things, pocketing his phone but only after checking in to see if rhett had messaged him. Still nothing.

“We’ll uh, catch up with you guys later.” Amilia pressed her lips together before she and Bob took off in the direction of the entrance. Leaving Bradley and Jake to face the harsh reality of jaidyn’s handy work themselves. It was probably for the best this way.

“Oh my god.” Bradley had seen what you looked like in the janitors closet, so his reaction was nowhere near as confronting as Jakes. “He did that to her?” Jake asked, it was a stupid question he already knew the answer to as he walked closer to your bedside. “Y/n–” Seeing you like this, so fragile and broken in a god damn hospital made Jake realise the only person he let down more than you was your daughter.

“She's gonna be out for a few hours still.” The nurse spoke up from her spot by the door. “Make yourselves as comfortable as you can though.” Soon enough it was just Jake and Bradley staring at you as you lay sleeping, high off your face on copious amounts of painkillers in a hospital bed. Battered and bruised. Beaten nearly to death.

“I can't imagine what would have been going through her mind when she was in there.” Jake spoke quietly as he stroked the pad of his thumb across your swollen cheek. “Probably thought that no one was coming.” It was a dig at himself.

“Cyclone said that there's footage.” Bradley spoke as he sat down in the chair beside your bed, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “He didn't think to check for a camera like he had in her hanger, this could be what puts him behind bars.”

“He’d wanna hope so–” Jake hissed. “Because if I ever see that fucker again ill put him in the ground.”

“Dot cant see her mum like this Jake.” Bradley couldn't take his eyes of you as he spoke. He was too afraid that if he did you'd stop breathing. “Look at her, she's a mess–it'll do more damage than good, to the both of them.”

“We’ll do shifts, she needs us to be as reliable as rain in Seattle.” Jake knew where this conversation was going, so he bit the bullet before Rooster even needed to plead his case. “I know how you feel, and I know my place in all this mess.” He explained, pushing your hair behind your ear. “You decide what you wanna do and I'll follow your lead.”

“I'm not Odette's dad, Jake.”

“You’re the closest thing she's got to one, so you decide, if you wanna be here i'll look after Dot, if you wanna look after Dot i'll be here, but she needs someone here with her all the time.”

“I feel like I can't breathe.” Bradley held a hand to his chest as his eyes welled with tears, Jake moved around to the side of the bed Rooster sat beside and placed a firm hand on his shoulder from behind. “She's the love of my life man, they both are.”

“I meant what I said when I said she deserves the world Bradshaw, and if I know anyone deserving of her, I'm looking at him.” Jake recited what he’d told Bradley in the very beginning. “So we’ll both sit here, formulate a schedule, and figure out where we go from here so when Y/n wakes up, she knows that Dots all taken care of.”

“Its gonna break her fucking heart that she won’t be able to see her.'' Bradley knew how you would react. You'd done so much to protect her and now you wouldnt even hold your daughter. “She's gonna flip.”

“I'd rather have her flip out on us and be safe and in the care of doctors and nurses who want to help then have her traumatise her own daughter, because right now she looks like Frankenstein's bride.”

“Don't let her hear you say that.” Bradley chuckled to himself as Jake tapped his best friend's shoulder, knowing that they were both over exhausted and struggling to stay awake.

“I'll just tell her you said it.” Jake teased before making his way over to the other vacant chair in the corner of the room. “While she's indisposed we should start moving her shit into your house so when she's discharged you can take her and Dot home where they belong.”

“You think she’d be alright with that?” Bradley asked as he kissed the palm of your hand, holding it between his hands as he brought it up to his cheek. “And since when have you been so okay with her moving in?” Jake didn't answer straight away as he unbuttoned his flight suit, tied the arms around his waist and sat with an exaggerated sigh.

“Since you chose her above everything else.”

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Starting Over | 6

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix (eventually) , Adorable OC Gracie! The Dagger squad

Word Count: 3041 - shorter chapter but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging!

Warnings: Angst, fighting, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.

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Jake came flying out of the house, Nat hot on his heels. They both ran down to where Bradley was already positioning himself in between you and Trent, who had decided to get brave and get out of the car.

“Tulip, go inside with Phoenix and call the police.” Jake said, “The bastard isn’t getting past us.”

You were shaking as Bradley helped you out of the Bronco, Nat close by to get you into the house.

“It’s ok, Baby.” Bradley said, kissing your forehead, “Nothing is going to happen, go with Nix.”

“Well isn’t this a cozy little scene.” Trent drawled, coming towards the group. Bradley and Jake immediately shifted to block his path to you. “You get all high and mighty about me hooking up with Steph, and here you are running off to whore yourself out leaving big brother to take care of the brat.”

Bradley lunged towards Trent ready to tear him apart, but Jake held him back, needing to keep Trent from getting close to you.

“Shut your fucking mouth you worthless piece of shit.” Jake said, “Y/N, go inside with Nix.”

You let Phoenix guide you inside, keeping your eyes locked on the ground, focusing on getting inside and to your daughter.

Once you were safely inside Jake and Bradley turned their full attention on Trent.

“I came here to collect what’s mine.” Trent said, bowing up against the two men. “I’ve had enough of that bitch sister of yours and her tantrum. She’s my wife and will be comin’ home with me.”

“If you keep running your mouth and speaking disrespectually towards Y/N, I’ll be putting my fist through your face, you piece of shit.” Bradley said, “Then Jake will finish off what’s left of you. So I suggest you listen to what’s going to happen.”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you limp dick jet jockies have to say.” Trent spewed, “I’ve got a marriage license that says I can do whatever the fuck I want with that little Bitch.”

Without warning, Jake drew his fist back and sent it flying into Trent’s face, causing the man’s head to snap back with the impact. Blood instnatly started to flow from his nose that had obviously just been broken.

“Well, we did try to warn you.” Bradley said, shrugging “Are you ready to listen now?”

“There’s a court order of protection that you are in violation of.” Jake said, getting right into Trent’s face, “You aren’t allowed within 500 feet of my sister or my niece. The police are on their way, so we’ve got a few minutes to set you straight on some things. First of all, when your sorry ass gets released from jail, where you are 100% going tonight, you are going to take your ass back to Texas. You’re going to contact your lawyer and tell him you agree to whatever terms Y/N has in the divorce papers and you’re going to fucking sign them. In addition to giving her what she wants in the divorce, you’re going to sign off any parental rights you have to Gracie. You are going to forget you ever met my sister, married her and had a baby with her. You get zero rights to my niece. Are we clear?”

“And what if I don’t?” Trent had the bad sense to ask. “I’ve got access to money and can afford to keep this going in court indefinitly. Y/N is just poor trash from the wrong side of the tracks. Alcoholic abusive father and a useless mother… nobody’s gonna help her out.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Bradley said, “She’s got a lot of people behind her. She has unlimited resources and a stronger force backing her. Most importantly, if you don’t agree to the terms that Jake laid out, we will absolutely use the remaining time we have before the police get here to…convince you that our terms are your best option.”

“I’ll have you arrested for assult.” Trent said, fear now creeping into this voice. “I’ll sue you both and go after your fucking careers.”

“You can try.” Jake said, “But we’ve got connections pretty high up on the chain of command that take exception to pond scum dickless assholes that terrorize women and children. And the ‘assult’ you incurred tonight? I’d say that’s just self-defense, wouldn’t you Rooster?”

“Oh, definitely, Hangman.” He replied, “I saw him go after Y/N then you. You were defending yourself and your sister. I’d say he’s a direct threat to Gracie too.”

“Tick-Toc, Asshole.” Jake said, “It’s decision time. What’s it gonna be?”

Trent lunged at Jake, swinging and missing. Bradley grabbed him from behind, yanking his arms and pulling them up and behind his back at a painful angle. He yelped in pain, but still struggled against him.

Jake took the opportunity to drive a solid, strong punch into the man’s middle, knocking the air completely from his lungs and causing him to drop. Bradley used the forward momentum to faceplant him into the ground, keeping his arms secured behind his back and kneeled down to place a knee in his back, effectively subduing him.

“Not a wise choice, Trent.” Jake said, “Have a change of heart yet?”

“Fuck you” he weezed.

“From what I’ve heard from Tulip you don’t have the equipment to do any fucking…” Jake laughed, humorlessly.

Phoenix stepped out onto the front porch taking in the scene and making sure they don’t need backup.

“Police should be here shortly.” She called down, “Mav and the squad are also enroute.”

“Oh, did you hear that you spineless piece of shit?” Bradley asked, “The calvery is on their way. Who do you think will make it here first, Jake?”

“My money’s on our squad.” he replied, “Family always steps up when you need them.”

“I agree.” Bradley said, “They’ll be coming in hot and ready to neutralize any threat.”

“Are you a threat, Trent?” Jake asked.

“I’ll sign the fucking papers.” He said, “The bitch isn’t worth the fucking effort. Neither is the little bastard girl.”

Bradley “accidently” slipped, his weight digging into Trent’s back, causing him to cry out in pain, his arm now essentially being wrenched out of socket by the pressure and unnatural angle it was being held in.

“Oops, my bad.” He said, “Foot slipped.”

Jake laughed, “Careful, Rooster. I’d hate for this man to accidently end up with any more broken bones. It would be such a shame.”

“As much fun as you two are having down there.” Phoenix said, “Y/N could use one of you inside and Gracie woke up.”

“Shit.” Bradley said, “Go on, Man. I’ve got him.”

“It’s probably better if it’s you, Rooster.” He said, “I’ll talk to the cops when they get here.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to get in the way, knowing how protective Jake was of his sister, but also dying to get in there to hold you.

“Go.” Jake replied, smiling when he saw how antsy Bradley was to get to you. “I’ve got it. I hear sirens anyway and I’m sure the Mav and the others will be here soon. Phoenix, can you make sure Gracie is ok?”

“Absolutely.” She replied, turning to go back into the house. Bradley thanked Jake and bounded up the walk, taking the steps two at a time.

Inside, Phoenix let him know you and Gracie were in your room. She followed him in to collect Gracie and give you a chance to calm down with Bradley.

“Sweetheart, it’s just me.” Bradley said knocking before opening the door and entering the room. The sight of you curled up on the bed, clinging to Gracie shattered him. He hated seeing you so broken. It made him want to go back outside and beat the piece of shit all over again. He quickly made his way over to you.

Gracie lifted her sleepy eyes to Bradley when he got to the side of the bed. “Woosta, Mommy sad.” she whispered.

“Yes she is, Princess.” He replied softly, “But you’re doing such a good job making her feel better.”

“Gracie, do you want to come cuddle with me and watch Beauty and the Beast?” Phoenix asked, “Or Moana?”

“Moana, pwease.” She replied.

“Sweetheart, Nix is going to get Gracie settled again, ok?” Bradley said, gently sitting down on the side of the bed, his hand coming up to rest on your leg. The contact of his warm hand against your skin pulled you back to the present. Blinking, and processing his words you nodded.

Kissing Gracie’s head, she whispered, “Mommy loves you Gracie Girl.”

“Wuv you too Mommy” She replied before Phoenix picked her up and offered a soft, sympathetic smile before taking her out of the room.

“Is he gone?” You asked, once they’d left the room.

“Not yet.” Bradley said, “Jake has him on the ground though waiting on the police. Nix called Mav and the rest of the squad so they’re probably close now too.”

“I’m so sorry, Bradley.” You whispered, emotions bubbling up and choking you.

“Baby, there is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry for.” He said firmly, moving closer to you and pulling you up into a seated position. He kicked his shoes off and moved onto the bed so he was once more seated behind you, your back resting against his chest. Your head laid against his shoulder and he ducked his head so his cheek was resting against yours. “It’ll be over soon, Sweetheart. I promise. Jake and I convinced him signing the papers…including forfeiting his parental rights…was in his best interest.”

“I don’t want you and Jakey to get in trouble.” You said, “Your careers…”

“Nothing will happen to our careers, Sweetheart.” He assured you, “But even if he did try to press charges against us, or file complaints with the Navy, neither Jake or I would let him get his hands on you or Gracie.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you out there.”

“You’re so strong, Y/N.” He said confidently, “You’d have stood up to him and put him in his place. I just couldn’t bare to stand by and watch him get close to you.”

You turned in his embrace enough to be able to pull his head down lower, your lips landing softly on his. You needed the contact to ground you. It wasn’t a heated or rushed kiss, rather, it was slow and tender, the reassurance you both needed that the other was in fact there and OK.

A soft knock on the door, followed by Jake peeking his head in.

“Tulip, I hate to have to do this, but the police need your statement and a copy of the protection order.” He said, “They’re in the living room, so you won’t have to see him.”

“Ok.” You said, your voice shaky, “Are you OK Jakey?”

“I’m fine, Tulip” He assured you, a smile on his face, “You Ok?”

“I will be.” You said, getting up from the bed and moving towards Jake, “Thank you Bubs.”

“Just doin’ my job, Tulip.” He replied, smiling as he pulled you into a hug. “No way I’m letting anyone mess with my baby sister.”

Bradley got up and walked over to where you were both standing. “Did Mav and the others get here?”

“Yeah, they’re waiting outside until the police leave.” He replied, looking at you “They wanna see you for themselves and make sure you’re ok.”

Bradley put his arm around your waist, “Whenever you’re ready Sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath before walking out to the living room where the officers were waiting.

You grabbed the order of protection papers Lauren had given you and showed them to the officers when they asked to see it. You answered all of their questions before they left, letting you know someone would be in touch when he was released, and reminded you to call your lawyer to inform her of the events.

After thanking the officers they left the house, Mav and the rest of the Dagger squad filed in immediately after.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Mav said, pulling you into a hug, “Are you ok? Is Gracie OK?”

“We’re both Ok” You assured him, hugging him back. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course!” He said, “Wish I would have gotten here quicker. Would have liked a turn with that son of a bitch.”

“From the looks of it, Hangman and Rooster had it under control.” Payback said, “I’m glad you’re ok, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you replied, “It means a lot that you all came running.”

“You’re family, Y/N.” Coyote reminded you, “Nobody messes with our family.”

“It’s a family I’m more than happy to be a part of.” You said smiling at everyone.

“Is our Gracie girl sleeping?” Bob asked.

“She’s in her room with Phoenix.” You said, “She was trying to get her back to sleep. I should go check on her.”

“I’ve got it.” Jake said, “Relax a bit, Tulip. You’ve had a rough night.”

“The night was great until the last hour.” You replied smiling, looking up at Bradley, who hadn’t left your side.

“Well I’m glad to hear THAT.” Jake replied, turning to go to Gracie’s room.

“We all just wanted to check on you, Y/N.” Mav said, “We’ll get out of your hair so you can get some rest. Call us if you need anything?”

“I will.” You promised, “Thank you again, so much.”

“No thanks needed.” He smiled, “Take care of her, Rooster.”

“I will, Mav.” He replied, smiling.

They all hugged you before heading out, leaving you alone in the living room with Bradley.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” He said, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you, his forehead resting against your own. Your arms wrapped around his waist, hands pressing against his back. The two of you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing slowly and processing everything that happened.

“Well that was one hell of a way to end a first date.” You said, attempting to lighten the moment. Bradley chucked, pulling his head back in order to look at you.

“It was definitely memorable.” He smirked, “But let’s focus on the good parts of the date… like… this.” He leaned forward connecting his lips to yours in another slow, tender kiss. Once again, neither of you in a hurry, just taking comfort in the other.

“I think that’s a great idea.” You replied when you’d pulled apart.

“Gracie is out.” Jake said, coming into the living room with Phoenix.

“Good. Thank you both so much.” You said, “For watching her tonight and for making sure she was safe.”

“Of course.” Phoenix said, coming over to hug you. “Are you Ok?”

“Yeah.” You replied, calmer now, “I’m OK. I’m going to call my lawyer in the morning to let her know. I’m just worried now what will happen when he’s released.”

“As soon as we know when that will be, we can make plans to make sure you’re not alone.” Jake said, “He’s not getting a second chance to get close.”

“I’ll knock him the fuck out permanently before I let him get near you, Sweetheart.” Bradley added, “We gave him plenty of warnings this time. We won’t give him that courtesy next time.”

“For now, it’s late and it’s been a lot tonight. You need to try to get some rest.” Jake said. “We all should, Gracie will be up early.”

“Will you stay?” You asked Bradley, “If you want…”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, Sweetheart.” He replied, “Let’s go get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Jakey” You said, hugging your brother, then turned to hug Phoenix, “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Goodnight.” They replied.

As you and Bradley walked back to your room, you heard your brother ask Phoenix to stay. You hoped it meant they’d had a chance to talk before everything went sideways.

Once in your room and the door was closed, Bradley pulled you into his arms again, just needing to hold you for his own well being. After a while you pulled back, looking up to smile softly at him.

“Thank you for staying.” You whispered. “I feel safe with you.”

“Baby, I need to be here with you, holding you, just as much for me as for you” He admitted, “I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway without having you next to me.”

“I didn’t see our first date ending like this, but… despite the reasons behind it…I’m not sad about it.” You replied.

“I could have done without seeing you so upset because that about broke me,” He replied, “But getting to spend the night with you is a big bonus.”

After changing out of your dress into a tank top and sleep shorts, you climbed into bed, scooting over to leave room for Bradley. He came back in from the bathroom, his shirt open to reveal his undershirt.

“Bradley, you're not going to be comfortable sleeping in that.” You teased him.

“I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable.” He said.

“Get comfy, Bradley” You smiled, “And please get in bed.”

Smirking, he playfully did his victory wiggle dance you’d seen him do when playing yard games on dinner nights. You laughed as he shrugged out of the button up shirt, pulling the undershirt over his head. He paused, looking at you for confirmation before he reached for the button on his pants, sliding them down until they were on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. He stepped away from his clothes and got into the bed, facing you. You scooted over closer to him and he immediately pulled you in close, tucking you into his arms. You released a deep sigh, all of the tension leaving your body. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and felt the tension leave his body as well.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Bradley,” You replied, tipping your head up and leaning in to kiss him softly.

The two of you drifted off into a content and deep sleep. It was probably the best you’d slept in a very long time.

A/N-- Protective Bradley and Big Bro Jake! Whole DAGGER team in force! How are we feeling???

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drmaddict · 8 months

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Like a Schoolboy

Summary: Dimitri and Hoppers niece are a thing. Hopper finds out.

Wordcount: 1.335

Warnings: use of (y/n), fluff

"And this is my niece (y/n)."

Dimitri had blamed it then on the stress of the last few weeks. He hadn't given it a second thought. A survival instinct of the body. After all, he had expected to die not just once in the past few weeks.

A reproductive instinct. That was all it was, why he was immediately attracted to this much younger creature.

It probably wasn't even that far from the truth, but it just wasn't the whole truth either.

(Y/n) Hopper had done it to him. First purely out of physical attraction. Later for other reasons.

He had met her. He had seen the stubbornness in her. The same as in Hopper, only better hidden. Had recognized her intelligence. Not so hidden as in Hopper. He had found kindness and tenderness, as well as strength.

She had helped him settle into this new world. She had been a friend to him. She had even given him a home. Hopper's place had gotten crowded, when Joyce and the kids moved in, so Dimitri had ended up at (Y/n)s place.

And now Dimitri was laying here in this soft bed with her by his side, wondering how it had actually come to this.

He pulled his arm tighter around her and buried his face lazily in her hair. Breathed in her scent. He wasn't keen on the day Hopper would find out about them both. He wanted to never leave this little bubble of secrecy. He wanted to dwell in this unpolluted world of affection and infatuation. Only with her. No one else to disturb them. A little peace and quiet.

But he especially didn't want to get up.

"Not yet." he grumbled, trying to keep her from leaving the bed where he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

She laughed. "I have to go to class."

"Don't have to."

"I don't think my professor feels that way."

He grumbled. "He's an idiot anyway."

"Dimitri." she sighed with a laugh.

He pulled her close once more and breathed in her scent before letting go.

"Aren't you helping Hopper today anyway?" she asked, standing up.

He grumbled into his pillow in agreement, as he watched her get dressed with one eye. He grinned sleepily at the sight of the bruise on her shoulder.

"I thought you enjoyed beating up the rookie cops.", she grinned, tossing him one of his shirts. It hit him square in the face. He didn't bother to pull it off his head.

He grumbled. "I just get to explain.", he spoke through the cotton.

"About that jackass last time?"

"Da."

Dimitri didn't really need to prove to this greenhorn that he had no idea, but he had seen fit to bring him back down to earth. He was helping Hopper teach the new police students hand-to-hand combat techniques. The greenhorn was strutting around like a puffed-up rooster.

But with a broken jaw, it was hard to talk.

"It would have been different in Russia."

He felt the mattress beside him lower. The shirt was brushed off his face. (Y/n) smiled at him. "America takes the fun out of everything.", she grinned, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

He leaned slightly toward her touch. Enjoyed the tenderness.

"Come on. Get up."

"What do I get in return?"

She kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"Not very convincing.", he murmured with a smile. She grinned back and kissed him on the forehead.

"Colder."

A kiss on the cheek.

"A little warmer."

He reached for her face and pulled it to him. Kissed her on the lips without haste. Just her and him and-

"Dimitri get your ass out here!"

-Hopper.

He dropped his head into the pillow with an annoyed groan. There was an emphatic pounding on the apartment door.

"I'll get it!", laughed (Y/n).

Dimitri pulled his T-shirt over his head as he also heard Hopper walking down the hall. Dimitri had barely fished his underpants off the floor and put them on when Hopper was suddenly standing in front of him.

Time stood still for a few seconds. Hopper stared at him. Dimitri stared back. The waistband of his underpants still in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" asked Hopper tensely.

"I... live here.", Dimitri answered dryly.

"What are you doing in my niece's bed?" he now asked again.

(Y/n) stood uncertainly in the doorway."The folding sofa is broken. Doesn't extend right anymore, you know..."

Hopper turned his face to her angrily. She put on an unconvincing smile.

It didn't help anyway. No one who saw this room could even draw wrong conclusions.

The sheets were rumpled. So were Dimitri and (y/n). Their clothes lay scattered on the floor and Dimitri knew for a fact that he had at least two dark spots on his neck. His little vampire had taken hold again.

Dimitri stood up with a sigh. "Go ahead. Hit it."

No moment he had uttered the words, his friend's hook threw him back onto the bed.

"Uncle!" he heard (Y/n) exclaim.

"She's my niece!" roared Hopper, throwing another punch.

"I know!" groaned Dimitri.

"Uncle!"

"You're my age!" Punch.

"I know."

"You touched her." Punch.

"Yeah."

"You fucking-"

"UNCLE!"

Dimitri saw (Y/n) clinging to Hoppers arm, trying to stop him.

"(Y/n) he did-" Hopper began, but was interrupted by (Y/n).

"Didn't do anything I wouldn't have let him do!"

"That's not the point!"

(Y/n) looked at him wearily. "Stop hitting him."

"No!"

"Let us settle this.", Dimitri interjected, smiling at her as best as his face would allow.

"By beating each other to a pulp?"

"Is the Russian way." he shrugged. "Gotta get it all out once. Deserved it."

(Y/n) stood in front of the bed and pinched the root of her nose. "Fine. I'm off to college." She reached for her bag. "When I come back, he better just have a few bruises or I swear to you BOTH, that Russian prison was shit compared to what I'm doing to you."

She gave Dimitri a hard kiss on the forehead and punched Hopper on the shoulder before whistling out of the room.

They both looked after her.

"Your niece is really something."

"Yes she is.", Hopper agreed with him.

Dimitri looked toward the bedroom door with a smile as the next punch hit him. "She's twenty years younger!"

"I know."

When (Y/n) came back that afternoon, both men were sitting on the supposedly broken folding sofa.

Both were holding a beer. Dimitri had a package of frozen peas pressed on his forehead.

"I don't know. Somehow it all started there.", Dimitri said, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

"What started?" asked Hopper.

"That I really fell in love with her.", he sighed.

"In love, huh?"

"Like a schoolboy."

"Women... Do with you what they want."

"True words."

They both toasted to each other, when they noticed (Y/n).

(Y/n) tossed Dimitri a tube of salve. "For the bruises.", she explained.

He reached for the small tube and looked at it closely.

"Are you guys done?"

Hopper held up his bottle. "Reconciliation beer." He excreted the rest and set the can down. "I've got to go anyway. It's waffle night.", he declared and left, not without hugging (Y/n) once more.

"Waffle night?" asked Dimirti.

"Eleven loves waffles more than anything. It's kind of her thing.", (Y/n) explained, reaching for the small tube. She squeezed some of the translucent mass onto her fingers and leaned over him. He dropped his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. (Y/n) tenderly spread the ointment on the bruises. Dimitri heaved a sigh at the cool sensation.

"In love, huh?" asked (Y/n) into the silence.

"Like a schoolboy.", Dmitri confirmed without looking at her.

(Y/n) smiled and kissed him softly on his bruised lips. "Love you too. You stubborn, Russian idiot."

"Your stubborn Russian idiot."

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sunlightmurdock · 2 years

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Trouble in Paradise | 0.3 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger

Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), smut, p-in-v, unprotected sex, eventual angst but not rlly in this chapter

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You saw Rooster again after three days of radio silence.

The weekend was over and it was Monday. You had convinced Abi to let you switch shifts with one of the other girls so that you had the day off. It's one of the hottest days of the year so far and you make the most of it.

You spend the day on the beach at the back of the house with a couple of your friends.

"He's such a fucking asshole," Ella muttered as she kicked back against her towel, taking a sip of her beer. "Three whole months wasted."

She’s lamenting about her most recent failed relationship. She had been dating one of the groundskeepers of a resort near her restaurant. He had broken up with her the night before.

"You're better than him anyway," You answer. You're laying down on your front, trying to get through the book you had bought six weeks ago. "He was a tool."

"Not all of us have sexy pilots who show up and sweep us off our feet, babe." Kit laughs. She's on the other side of you, laying on her back with one arm over her eyes to protect them from the sun.

You scoff and shift on the towel, hoping that neither of them can see the way your cheeks heat up at the mention of him.

"My feet are still firmly on the ground, thank you." You bite your cheek to keep from smiling and bury your head in the book. He is sexy.

"'Til he shows up again," Ella grins, lifting her sunglasses to look over at you, "Then it'll be..." She kicks her legs up in the air. You groan and throw the book at her, burying your face in the crook of your elbow to hide the way your face burns at how right she is.

Kit finds that hysterical.

Rooster sighs softly as he realises that no one is home. He glances around. Your truck is in the driveway. He pushes the keys of his rental car into his pocket and jogs around to the side of the house. He's about to knock on the side gate when he hears laughing to his right.

He walks to the top of the steps and lifts his sunglasses. He squints. The beach is pretty busy today with people making the most of the heat. There are three girls laying around on beach towels a little while down the beach. One is led on her back, she's the one laughing. The other is sitting back, propped up on her elbows and grinning. Rooster recognises her first, she was one of the girls in the living room last time he was here.

He recognises you next. You're on your front, your back is to him. You’re in a different bikini than the one he got to see you in last time. This one is black and high cut, giving him an incredible view of your ass from the top of the hill. He swallows, dropping his sunglasses back down as he begins down the steps.

"Speak of the devil." Kit sees him first, she's facing the steps. It's hard to miss him. Your eyes widen as you look back over your right shoulder and spot him heading your way.

"Please ask him if he has a friend." Ella whispers.

You laugh at her as you stand up.

Rooster’s wearing a backwards baseball cap and sunglasses but it’s still very clearly him. Kit’s just admiring the fact he doesn’t have a shirt on.

“He looks like he was like,” Ella shakes her head, “Sculpted by Michaelangelo or something.”

“Bet he’s hung better than David.” Kit laughs.

You decide that you don’t want him overhearing this conversation and begin towards him, meeting him halfway.

“Hey.” You smile, “I thought you’d be at work.”

He nods, “I was, got done early and figured I’d come see you. Are you busy?”

You hope that he can’t tell that your smile just widened a little. You figure it’ll wear off soon. This school girl excitement that fills you every time he reveals you’re on his mind.

You glance back at Kit and Ella. They’re unashamedly watching both of you, Ella has pushed her sunglasses up onto her head and Kit is using her palm to shield her eyes from the sun.

“Just hanging out,” You explain as you look back to Rooster. He smiles, lifting his hand and waving at them — they both smile awkwardly as they realise they’ve been spotted, waving back shyly. “Um, what did you have in mind?”

“Could take a drive,” He shrugs his broad shoulders, “See some sights.”

“Be tourists?” You laugh. He smiles and nods his head.

“Are you going to make me say please?”

He watches as you take your lip between your teeth and laugh softly again. “Was thinking about it.” You admit.

Rooster looks you over. He reaches out and brushes his knuckles along your waist without meaning to. The action makes you shiver in the swelling heat. He purses his lips as he lifts his eyes to look at you again, the corner of his lip quirks.

“Please.” He speaks gently, his deep voice making your breath catch in your throat.

“Jesus Christ.” Kit breathes from behind you, startling you. You had actually forgotten that there were other people on the beach for a moment. Rooster smirks, his eyes not leaving yours.

“He’s so fucking hot.” She mutters as she throws herself back down against her towel and draped her arm back over her eyes.

Your cheeks burn as Rooster’s smirk grows before you. Being a tourguide doesn’t sound so bad if it’ll get him out of earshot of those two.

“Sure, let’s go be tourists.” You agree. Rooster nods triumphantly. He pushes his hands into his pockets as he watches you turn and collect a few of your belongings. You know what you’re doing. His eyes are on the black fabric between your legs as you bend over.

He forgets for a moment that your roommate is watching him.

When he feels eyes on him, he turns his head slightly and meets Ella’s gaze. She’s smirking at him. He chuckles, caught and turns — pretending to look around the rest of the beach.

“Oh,” You realise as you stand back upright. You motion to each of them and then him, “Rooster, this is my roommate Ella, and our friend Kit. Girls, this is Rooster.”

Rooster smiles politely as he pushes his hands into the pockets of his black board shorts, giving them a courteous nod, “Nice to meet you.”

“Anyway — I’m gonna show him around the island,” You step forward and pass your backpack into his hands, slipping your phone into your back pocket. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“Have her back by 10! It’s a school night!” Kit jokes, grinning at the two of you.

“Yes ma’am.” Rooster laughs as you tap his shoulder and begin walking up the beach. He follows you up the beach with your backpack in his hand, slowing slightly as you get the stairs.

It’s a flimsy bikini, really. His eyes are on your ass as you conquer the stairs, you can practically feel his eyes on you.

“So, what do you wanna see first?” You ask as you reach the top and begin along the path towards the road. Rooster startles you, sliding his arms around your waist, lowering his lips to your ear and whispering,

“Everything.”

After a split second of tension, Rooster feels you melt back against him. You’re grinning as he kisses your cheek, letting him pull you tight against his warm, bare chest.

“Hey,” You elbow him playfully and wriggle free, “No funny business on my tour, flyboy.”

“Then you’re gonna have to put some clothes on,” He muses watching as you walk a little ahead. “I’m not gonna be able to pay attention when you’re out here looking dressed like that.”

Your cheeks flush as you grab your backpack from him. You notice a new car parked out front as you turn back toward the road. It’s a black Toyota Tacoma pick up. You glance back at him and raise an eyebrow.

“Figured I needed a car,” Rooster explains, confirming that it’s his. “Rental place was out of classic Ford Broncos apparently.”

“Alright, well I’ve been drinking, so you should probably drive.” You shrug. You had just had a beer or two through the afternoon but watching him drive Kit’s car the other night was like free soft core porn so you head towards the pick up without further discussion. “I’ll do directions.”

“Sounds good to me.”

He slides into the driver’s side of the truck, adjusting his cap and turning on the engine. You set your backpack down on the bench between the two of you, grabbing a pair of shorts from it.

Rooster watches as you lift your hips and wriggle into the shorts.

“Alright, tell me which way.” He breaks his gaze from you, clearing his throat as he pulls the truck away from the curb. You smile softly as he messes with the radio. He settles on a soft rock station, mostly stuff from the seventies and early eighties.

You hum as you decide where you're going to take him. He's already seen the Harbor. You know that a guy like Rooster isn't going to be interested in seeing much of the city. But, with how hot it is today, you also don't feel like guiding him up a mountain trail.

"You ever been to the North Shore?"

He looks at you and shakes his head. You nod. The beaches up there are incredible, and things tend to get less busy the further from Honolulu you stray. You have a feeling he'll like it up there. It takes about an hour, but you don't have anywhere you need to be. You figure that he doesn't either.

"So, were you born here?" Rooster asks, glancing out the window as you navigate him along a coastal stretch. You shake your head as you put your feet across his lap, laying your head back against the truck door, letting the sun warm your cheeks,

"Nope."

He scoffs at your one word answer and squeezes your ankle. He can't take much time to admire while he's driving, but he really wishes he could. You look radiant with your legs stretched out across the bench, your head back against the window, the sun illuminating your skin.

"Did you move out here alone?" He asks, trailing his fingertips along the length of your shin as he steadies the wheel with his right hand. You nod at him, "Kinda. Moved out here to stay with Ella when I was eighteen."

He furrows his brows as he turns his head to look at you, "Your parents were okay with that?"

"I didn't ask." You say it so casually. "Came out here, started working. Still figuring out what comes next."

He looks off at the scenery ahead for a while. You know he's trying to figure out how to ask what he wants to know.

"I haven't spoken to my parents since I left." You tell him, beating him to asking the question. You had stopped telling guys about this a year or so ago. Usually they just saw you as a bratty kid with daddy issues after they found out.

Rooster looks out at the road ahead, bites his cheek for a moment and then decides to share too, "I lost my parents too."

You're surprised at the way he phrases it. Most people ask why you cut them off, they argue that you only have one set of parents and that you'll miss them when they're gone. You've never had someone recognise the loss that you felt after leaving - especially not as quickly as he just had.

"My dad when I was a kid, my mom when I was in college." He explains. You push yourself up and tilt your head as you look at him. That isn't what you imagined for him. You imagined devastatingly pretty parents sitting at home, probably in the south somewhere, gushing about how proud they were of their baby boy and waiting for him to show back up with some grandkids.

You wonder for a moment how many of your assumptions about him will be one day proven incorrect.

Rooster keeps his eyes on the road as you shift across the bench and curl yourself against his side, linking your arm through his and resting your head on his shoulder. You lift his hand and press your lips to his knuckles.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper against his hand. He hums as you snuggle closer to him. It’s disgustingly hot but he doesn’t dare move you. It’s nice to have someone at his side.

“So, where was home for you?” He asks gently. You answer him, he doesn’t seem too surprised. “How about you?” You ask back.

“Uh, kinda all over,” He shrugs. He moved around a lot when his dad was alive, anywhere to try to be closer to him, and then his mom moved between jobs a lot after his dad had passed. “Virginia before this.”

You lift your head to examine his face. The tanned skin, the sun-kissed curls under his backward cap, the moustache. Rooster observes the face you’re making and scrunches his nose at you.

“What?” He glances down.

“You don’t look like someone who lives in Virginia,” You comment, shrugging your shoulders back at him. “Like… you’re more California, maybe Hawaii vibes. Florida maybe?”

Rooster plays along, “Well, what does someone who lives in Virginia look like?”

“Y’know… like, farmer’s daughter, god-fearing, all American boys type stuff.” You look up at him again and smile, “You don’t seem too god-fearing to me.”

Rooster laughs.

Yeah, he guesses that he isn’t. He hasn’t ever really been a man of god. His father was. It’s not a part of Goose’s life that he’s ever been able to connect with.

Rooster knows what you mean. He supposes that a good, god-fearing man wouldn’t spend every moment of free time he has on a deployment with a pretty young girl thinking about all of the things he wants to do to her. He doesn’t mind not being that guy.

“What’s in Virginia anyway? — What do you do for fun there?” You ask.

“It’s pretty.” He truly doesn’t have any answers other than that. He isn’t going to tell you that he works as much as he can, comes home to his fiancée and that’s about it.

“Oh, hey, stop up here.” You point to a spot near the side of the road up ahead. Rooster does as he’s told, but doesn’t see anything special about this spot in particular. Still, he follows you out of the truck and toward the edge of the road.

It’s a steep drop off the edge. Rooster winces as you sit by it and dangle your legs over. He has to admit, it’s an incredible view, but his stomach churns at the sight of you sitting there with no harness or anything.

You turn to invite him to come sit with you and pause upon seeing his face. Your brows scrunch. You glance between him and the drop. He’s standing a couple of steps further back than you are, looking queasy.

“Rooster,” You speak gently, your tone totally serious, “Are you afraid of heights?”

The fighter pilot’s features harden. He shakes his head quickly. But then takes a step back. “No.” His tone is defensive, “No. I’m not. But fuck that.”

You laugh, kicking your legs out over the edge, watching as he has to squeeze his eyes shut and turn his head.

“Okay, you need to move,” He shivers at the sight, shaking his head again, “Get up. Please.”

“Look, it’s fine, it’s pretty!” You’re just teasing him on purpose at this point.

“Oh my fucking god,” He turns, unable to watch. “Seriously those rocks are going to give any second, please get the fuck up.”

You push yourself to your feet as quietly as you can, then lunge forward and wrap your arms around him. A breath of audible relief slips his lips as he turns to face you.

“Don’t fucking do that.” He grumbles, lifting your chin to look you in the eye. He takes one more look out at where you were just sitting and shivers again. You laugh against his bare chest.

“Yes, sir.” You agree finally, lifting your hand and saluting him. He takes your hand in his, tucks your thumb and adjusts the angle, then repeats the motion with his hand guiding yours,

“There you go. If you’re gonna salute me, do it right.”

You push yourself up onto your tiptoes and kiss his lips, sliding your hands down his chest to rest at his waist, “Or what, Lieutenant?”

“Lieutenant now, huh?” He muses, brushing your hair back softly off of your face. He hums gently and kisses your lips once. “Come on, let’s move.” Really, he wants to go back to your place.

You shake your head and slide your hand further down his chest. Rooster glances down as he watches your hand move to cup him through his shorts.

“Here’s a good a place as any.” You tease him.

He raises his eyebrows at you. At first, you think he’s questioning the idea and about to tell you now. Then, as you look at him through the lenses of his sunglasses, you realise that he isn’t doubting you at all. He’s daring you.

Rooster has always been very protective of what’s his. He is a firm believer in PDA, but within reason. Maybe it’s a side-effect of living in Virginia, but his affection with Amy never went beyond kissing in public.

But now, he feels differently. It’s a secluded road on the wrong side of the mountain, overlooking miles of ocean. Even if someone were to see, no one knows him here.

Maybe if he were a god-fearing Virginian, he would’ve told you no. Would’ve told you to wait until he got you home. Maybe he wouldn’t have been up here with you instead of answering his fiancée’s phone calls.

But he wasn’t.

Instead, he wills you to make the first move. And you do.

Then you’re straddling his hips in the passenger side of the truck. His shorts are around his ankles and yours are on the dashboard, your bikini top is untied and in the footwell. Your hands brace your body against his broad, slightly sunburnt shoulders. You can feel the heat in your palms. He has one hand in your hair, one on your back.

“Fuck,” He grunts as he bucks his hips up into you impatiently, curling his fingers around your roots, “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

You whimper, pressing your fingernails hard into his bicep. He tugs at your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to him. He leans forward and presses his lips so your throat, rutting his hips upward to meet yours each time you came down on him. He sucks a soft purple mark into the spot just below your ear. High enough for it to be impossible to hide with clothing, discreet enough for your hair to cover it most of the time.

He shifts slightly under you, moving his hands down to grip your ass. He squeezes your cheeks in his hands, letting out a desperate moan. He tugs your hips forward, shifting the angle so that his cock drives up against your g-spot each time he fills you.

“I’m so close, fuck.” You kiss his shoulder, then his collarbone, grabbing desperately at the back of his neck to steady yourself. His lips part as he watches you lift your hips and drop back down again and again, your lips parted as you moan for him.

In the beginning of his six year relationship with Amy, he had been so careful. Condoms and the pill every single time, no exceptions. Until their third anniversary. They were in a hotel, every store was closed and they had nothing. So, they did it without.

Bradley learned quickly that the pill was actually pretty effective on its own. He hadn’t had to remember to pull out once in three years.

He doesn’t know how he’s expected to remember. Not when you look so pretty, moaning his name as you ride him. He’s so caught up in getting you there, his hand between your legs stroking your clit, that he doesn’t even notice how close he is himself.

Not until your eyes are rolling back in your head and you’re clenching around him. He gasps, grabbing your hips so hard it makes you yelp as he lifts your hips in time for him to coat your stomach instead.

He groans, letting his head fall forward to rest against your shoulder.

“Sorry,” He pants, squeezing the nape of your neck as he swallows hard and leans his head back. He kisses your temple lazily, “If I hurt you.”

You shake your head and giggle as you look down at the mess between you, “I’m all good.”

“Sorry about that too,” He breathes, chuckling softly, still trying to compose himself. “Made me lose my head for a sec, honey.”

You brush your fingers delicately over his scarred shoulder and kiss him eagerly, “Was hot.”

He helps you clean up with some tissues you found in the front pocket of your backpack, you get yourself dressed and he pulls his shorts back up. Then, there’s an hour long drive to get you back home.

You don’t mind at all, you rest your head against his thigh, resting your feet against the car door as he hums softly to the radio. He can carry a tune, which pleasantly surprises you. It’s even more of a surprise when he actually sings along softly to Tiny Dancer when you’re almost home. He has a good voice.

You watch him as he sings. It’s like he’s forgotten that you’re listening to him. You smile up at him, excited to discover whichever secrets he’ll next let you be privy too.

Rooster kisses you on the lips when he drops you off. He stays outside, watching until you’re in safely before he drives off. Then, he calls his fiancée and listens to her tell him about her day without a regret in his mind.

The longer he spends out here, the more comfortable the phrase ex-fiancée becomes to him in his mind. It’s becoming comfortable enough now that he considers that it’ll probably sound pretty natural coming off of his tongue when he tells you. Eventually.

After all, that’s what Amy is. That’s what she wanted to be. That’s what she chose to be, when she had left him.

Besides, these phone calls are just until she finds someone else to occupy her time. She gets lonely when he’s away and he doesn’t want to be a dick. They’ll stop eventually and when they do, he’ll be free to do and say whatever he pleases — not that there’s much holding him back currently.

“I went to the apartment today.” Amy tells him as he’s almost back at base. He furrows his eyebrows slightly but makes a noise of acknowledgement — a vague ‘oh really?’.

“My ring was on your bedside table,” She tells him. Bradley sits tight as he waits for her to tell him how sad it made her to see it — how hard it was going to be to move on. “I decided I’m going to start wearing it again.”

Bradley is silent on his side of the line. He’s trying to make sense of what the fuck she just told him, and also trying to not run any red lights. Amy takes his silence as confusion, and decides to elaborate for him.

“You know, since we’re making a go of things again.”

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planetpiastri · 1 year

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Hi! 💝+ an accidental kiss between two exes from the a hundred different kisses list with hangman, please?

By the way i love the way you write so much and i’m so happy i came across your blog!❤️

that's so kind, thank you!! this was sooo much fun to write, hope you enjoy<3 | [wc - 1.2k] | join my prompt party!

Ending up at the Hard Deck with Hangman on a Saturday night was a complete accident, you told yourself. You’d done such a good job of avoiding him since things ended. No one had told you that he’d be here with all the rest of the pilots, so how were you to know?

No, this was definitely not your fault. And you were obviously very upset about it. Which is why you kept going back and ordering more drinks. To cope with your heartbreak. Obviously.

“Whoa, slow down, there,” said Rooster, reaching for the beer that you were part way through chugging. You swerved out of his reach, holding a hand out to stop him from trying again until you’d drained the whole bottle, slamming it back down on the bar.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Payback asked on your other side, swapping a nervous glance with Rooster.

“I’m fine,” you grunted. “Come on. Let’s go play pool.”

Needless to say, you lost that game of pool. And the next one. And the next one.

It was the booze, you were sure. It definitely wasn’t the fact that Hangman was over at the dartboard with Coyote, perfectly in view, hitting bullseye after bullseye. It definitely wasn’t the way the khaki shirt stretched across the hard muscles of his back and his shoulders, or the way his sleeves seemed to strain to contain the size of his biceps, or the fact that you could very clearly remember what those biceps felt under your fingers.

“Okay, Bob, you’re subbing in. Get out of here,” said Payback, clapping you good-naturedly on the shoulder but giving you a gentle push that told you he wasn’t kidding.

“I’m fine,” you said again, even as Bob took your cue from you and Fanboy led you over to sit down. “I don’t know what you guys are so worried about. I’m great. I’m gonna go get another beer.”

“Whoa, no, you’re not,” said Fanboy, catching you when you stumbled off the stool. “You’re gonna stay right here, and I’m gonna go grab a round of waters. For all of us. Okay?”

“Okay,” you grumbled, slouching back. Fanboy shot you a look said, I mean it, and then he disappeared back into the crowd, headed towards the bar.

After a few minutes of watching the others do better at pool than you, you heard your name being called. Chills ran down your spine and you turned to see Coyote leaning against the banister, beckoning you towards the dartboards.

You shook your head. He waved harder. You stood up. He nodded. You walked over. He gave you an enthusiastic one-armed hug that nearly sent you sprawling.

“Look who decided to join us, man!” he called to Jake, who was making his way over with another pair of beers. “Why haven’t I seen you guys hanging out in a while?”

Hangman smiled, smooth as anything, but you could tell he was a little thrown by the situation. “Just…busy, I guess. With the mission. Hey, you.”

“Hi,” you grunted, reluctantly accepting his half-assed hug of greeting. God, he even smelled the same.

Hangman had broken up with you for a noble reason, or so it seemed—he was leaving for a dangerous mission, he’d be gone a very long time, and he didn’t want you to be stuck behind waiting for him. Which was all well and good and romantic. But then when he got back to North Island, he didn’t even spare you a second look. That had hurt more than the ‘breakup,’ if it could even be called that.

But here you were. The closest you’d been since before that fateful day in your apartment where he kissed you sweetly and brushed your hair behind your ear and told you he’d be thinking of you when he flew.

You suddenly felt nauseous. It was definitely the booze.

Hangman offered Coyote the cluster of darts. “Your turn, man.” He turned to you. “Wanna play?”

“Probably not a good idea,” you said, not looking at him. “I’ve had a lot to drink.”

“Ah, that just means you’re better than usual. Come on.”

“‘m supposed to wait for Fanboy,” you mumbled, gesturing back towards the pool table.

Hangman caught your arm, leaning close. “I got you,” he said, lowering his voice. “Trust me. Would I let anything bad happen to you?”

You shot him a withering glare and he laughed, throwing his head back. Then he slung his arm casually around your shoulders and said, “Aw, I missed that. Here, come on. Remember what I taught you.”

Coyote graciously stepped off the mark, and Jake guided you forward. He stood behind you—far closer than was necessary, honestly—and wrapped his arm along yours, guiding your throw. With his cologne in your nose, his favorite beer on your breath, his hips squared against yours, and his arms around your shoulders, it was all too easy to travel through time back to six months ago, when you’d thought for sure that he was falling in love with you and you with him. It was all too easy to enjoy this, to forgive him and lean into him and let bygones be bygones. It was all too easy to want him again.

As if you’d ever stopped.

“Right,” he said, his voice low in your ear. “Just like that. Pull your arm back…and throw!”

You did. The dart bounced off the wall and landed on the ground.

“You’re not a very good coach,” you said.

“That’s fine,” he said, stubborn as ever. He pushed another dart into your hand. “Just try again. Ready, back…and throw!”

This one stuck in the board. It wasn’t on any section that scored points, but it was on the board.

“Jake,” you said, your head falling back onto his shoulder, “this is dumb. I was bad at darts when I was sober.”

His hand landed on your waist, firm and insistent. Two fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, pressing against the bare skin of your stomach, and your breath hitched. He had to be drunk; that was the only explanation.

“Baby,” he said, his voice grave, “we are going to get you that bullseye.”

You wanted him so bad it hurt.

This time when he guided your arm back, you didn’t even try. You couldn’t focus on anything except his hand at your waist, his mouth at your ear, and his chest pressed against your back. Jake was intoxicating and debilitatingly distracting. That was part of what you liked about him, but it meant you were shit at darts. To you, that was a fair trade.

“Back, and…throw!”

The dart left your hand. It hit the board. It stuck. Right in the center.

To the side, Coyote said, “You’re kidding.”

You turned in Jake’s arms, lacing your arms around his neck, prepared to make some witty remark. But at that exact moment, he ducked his head down—maybe to give you a kiss on the cheek? You couldn’t tell—and your lips met.

The alcohol in your blood went ice cold. You couldn’t even begin to process what was happening. You froze against Hangman’s mouth, terrified of what to do next.

Then his hands settled on your waist and he tilted his head and kissed you, properly, and it was like coming home after a long day. It was natural. It was easy. Your eyes fell shut, and you allowed yourself to fade into this kiss, this kiss that you’d wanted so badly for months now.

“I’m an asshole,” Jake mumbled against your mouth.

“Shut up and kiss me, asshole,” you slurred back.

In short, it was basically the best game of darts ever played.

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Dead On Your Feet- Chapter 3

Chapter 1 is Here

Chapter 2 is Here

Summary: An AU in which Hangman is team leader and takes the missile to save Rooster, yet Bradley comes back to save Hangman as well. As he struggles to get himself and his teammate home, Jake is pushed to his limits in more ways than even he anticipated.

Chapter 3 Summary: Jake and Bradley finally find each other behind enemy lines. They are both injured, tired and not in the best of tempers as they are forced to work together to try and get home. Too bad things never seem to go smoothly for the two pilots.

Jake's not quite sure how he manages, but he gets through the Winter hell-scape fairly quickly and comes upon Rooster sitting serenely in the bottom of a snow bank at the edge of the trees. For a moment Jake's breath hitches, something about the image making the blonde fear the worse but Bradshaw turns toward him after hearing his footsteps and the brunette offers up a weak wave, "hey" he calls out, sounding like nothing out of the ordinary; as though he were out in the snow to merely enjoy the view instead of being shot down out of the sky.

Jake takes a step closer and falters, his abdomen throbbing painfully. He scrunches his eyes closed and tries to take in a steady breath but it seems a lot more difficult than when adrenaline and a sense of duty was pushing him through the trees.

"Hangman?" he can hear the concern in Bradshaw's voice but when Jake looks up he sees the man still hasn't moved. It's all he needs to shove his own injuries away and take the last few steps forward, "what's wrong with you?" he demands, “why aren’t you moving?”

Rooster looks a little taken aback with his directness at first but acquiesces, holding his right foot out for inspection. "My leg hit the canopy on the way out-” his voice snags, his brown eyes darken and Jake knows he’s thinking of something beyond this mission. Of a different Bradshaw, and a different canopy, and thankfully a different result this time. Rooster shakes himself before Jake can comment though and continues talking, “I think it might be broken but I'm not sure."

“Alright, anything else?”

The other man looks down at the rest of his body as though checking again himself to be sure, “No, just some cuts and bruises.”

Jake nods and looks around, "I'm assuming you can't walk?"

Rooster shakes his head sheepishly, "not really. Landed over there-" and Jake can see the indent in the snow about fifty feet to his left, "only managed to get this far before I fell on my ass. Haven't tried again since."

Jake knows he should be calm and reassuring at this moment but he can't seem to play the part. He instead shoves the palms of his hands into his eyes and painfully digs, a harsh sound coming from his lips. He knew there was a risk that Rooster could be injured from the ejection but a broken leg makes trying to get out of here a hell of a lot harder for the two. Taking into account his own injuries and Jake knows not even the cockiness of the Hangman persona would like the odds here.

"Seresin!" Jake lowers his hands to see Bradley staring at him worriedly. It dawns on the blonde pilot that his name might have been called more than a few times to get his attention. "What?" he croaks, wincing when his voice breaks.

"I was asking about your injuries."

He waves a hand dismissively, "I'm fine-"

Rooster doesn't look convinced and instead of answering he yanks at Jake's flight suit pant leg until he's close enough to his position and then pulls the man down to the snow with him. It hurts, like hell, and Jake wants to curse himself when he can't help but let out a whine when his side hits the ground hard. He knows Rooster heard it too by the way man freezes, "Hangman-" he starts but Jake doesn't let it get any further. He sits himself up and shoves Rooster hard in the shoulder feeling better when the man teeters and almost falls backwards. "What the hell was that you asshole?" Jake laments angrily but all he gets is a shove to his own shoulder for his effort, forcing him to clench his abs painfully to stay upright. "You weren't answering me you dick" Bradley counters, "Now what hurts-"

"I told you I was fine-"

"Bullshit" he snarls, "you can barely breath. Stop lying! I'm trying to help."

He stares at him in incredulously, "Help? You just pushed me into the snow because you think I'm lying about being hurt. Great plan Einstein, you're really helping!"

Rooster goes to shove him again though Jake can tell this one has much less force, "Screw you" the brunette mumbles, "I don't even care if you’re hurt anymore." It sounds juvenile but something in Jake can't quite stop the cocky smirk that appears on face, it's almost ingrained in him at this point to jump on moments like this. "Did you, Bradley Bradshaw," he mocks, "just admit that you care about me?"

Brown eyes narrow, "only because I would prefer you not pass out and die on me. If you consider that caring knock yourself out.

Jakes still smiling as he goes to give his tag line, "I’m good Rooster-“

"Yeah yeah, you’re good. You’re very good” Bradley cuts in with an eye roll, “Too good to be true, right?" Jake's expecting a trick so he stays silent, inviting the other man to keep going, "So I guess your face is just red because you're happy to see me huh?" Rooster challenges, eyebrow raised, "or is it burns like I suspect it is?"

Jake can't help the self-conscious hand that flies to his cheek at the words. He knew his face was most likely red, the pain from the explosion followed by the sheer relief when he dumped his face into the snow told Jake that he had some sort of burns covering his features, but Bradley's words, his notice of it, meant that it had to be pretty damn bad. He hisses as he reaches a tender part of skin by his temple, and then in mortification feels a tear escape from his eye.

It's vain of him to admit but Jake knows he's good looking and he's spent most of his adult years using it to his advantage. He's never had a winning personality, by his own design or not doesn't matter, and Jake can't help but wonder how many more people would avoid him if he lost the All-American good looks too. He has enough talent to stay confident in his career but Jake knows he's not strong enough to deal with any sort of permanent physical scarring, especially not on his face. He can't help his grimace, "Is it- does it look that bad?"

Fortunately Bradley doesn't make fun of his distress. He leans closer to better inspect the damage and Jake thanks every God he can think of when the man doesn't comment on the tears that stubbornly stay in his eyes, "It's pretty red," Bradley admits, "and looks sore. But I don't see blisters, hopefully it's just first degree." When Jake lets out a choked sob of relief, Rooster sits back, his eyes dark. "How close?" he asks and though he doesn't get any more specific, Jake knows he is asking how close the crash come to almost finishing Hangman off.

The blonde looks down, "close enough" he replies solemnly. When a knee nudges him, he looks up to see Bradshaw watching him intently, "why?" the older man whispers, almost as though afraid to hear the answer. "Why did you do it?" he knows he doesn't need to elaborate further.

Jake thinks about all the words he wishes he could say, all the truths he wants Bradley to know, about himself, his self worth, his purpose in bringing everyone home. Instead he doesn't say anything, only shrugs.

It's not good enough for Rooster who seems to get his Bradshaw temper to come rearing again, "I'm serious man, why? What the hell were you thinking?"

If tempers are in play, so is Hangman, and the blonde sneers immediately, "I could ask you the same thing Bradshaw, you should have been headed back to the carrier. What were you thinking?"

The brunette looks sheepish for a moment before his eyes glare, "I wasn't thinking, you know why? Because you and Mav and everyone damn else has been telling me not to!"

"And now you listen? Really?"

"Oh that's rich coming from you" Rooster yells, "since when do you, Hangman, the one notorious for leaving his wingman, come back and risks your life to save a teammate?"

"Since you were about to be shot out of the sky if I didn't" he scoffs in annoyance, "you're welcome by the way. Next time I'll leave you to be shot down with no ejection."

Bradley doesn't let it go, continuing to push, "I wasn't even in your pairing though" he argues, not realizing that Jake isn't going to engage. "You and Phoenix should have been almost cleared of the missiles, why would you turn around? I know command didn't order it. You were directed to go back no matter what, we were all directed that-"

"Jesus Christ" the blonde moaned, "so I didn't listen, just drop it!"

"No I want to know!"

Jake rolls his eyes, moving his body slowly back to face the trees, "look I saved you okay, that's all that matters, now can we finish this later and actually get ourselves out of the open?"

"I want a real answer" Rosoter leans closer once again, tugs on the burnt edges of the top of Jake's flight suit to make sure the man faces him, "After all the shit we went through in training, after all your egging and your barbs and your insults. After you left everyone behind in practice, why did you change now?"

It's too much, the fighting taking too much out of him, Jake closes his eyes and squeezes the bridge of his nose, praying for some sort of relief, "Bradshaw please-"

"No, answer the question Jake. Why would you risk your life for me? Why?"

"Because I couldn't let-" he stutters for a moment, "I couldn't let you die, alright? You didn't deserve it!"

The silence stretches beyond a comfortable amount of time before Bradley swallows, "And you do?" he asks.

"More than you, more than any of you guys" and Jake is horrified to hear a sob strangle in his throat. He coughs to cover it but Bradley's eyes are at a wideness that is too telling, he clearly sees that Jake is falling apart. Somehow, traitorously, the blonde still can't stop the words from pouring out of his mouth, "I shouldn't have even been picked for this mission. It should have been you and Captain Mitchell. I know it, you know it, hell everyone knows it. I saw the team's faces when they announced my name, I can't even blame them. They knew I would fuck it up somehow, get someone killed-"

"Seresin-"

"I had to make up for it. I had to make up for the mistake of me being team leader. I knew Maverick would have done everything in his power to bring you home so I did too, no matter the cost. It didn't matter if it were you, Phoenix, Payback, any of them. I wasn't going to be the one that had to tell parents why their son or daughter was dead."

He knows Bradley is thinking just like him, back to the exercise at Top Gun when Maverick would go over everything they did during their practice runs and then ask what they would tell the other's parents. It was a sobering exercise for all of them but it affected Jake more than he could ever say. Next to him Bradley looks uncomfortable, "But I don't have parents" he whispers, "you wouldn't have had to tell them anything if I died."

"You don't have a mother or father fine, but what about the family you have now? Phoenix and the rest of the squad? What about Maverick, I know you mean something to him, anyone with eyes can see that. Whether you want to deny it or not, you have a family, one that needs you home."

"You have a family too what were we supposed to tell them?"

Jake snorts wetly, "You could tell them I saved the world or caused the end of it; it won't matter to them either way. They would probably just feel relief I was no longer their problem."

"What?"

Jake knows he said too much from the look of pure devastation on Bradshaw's face. He tries in vain to wave it off, "forget it-"

"No wait, your parents-"

"Rooster" and Jake is facing him now, green eyes meeting brown, both sets stubborn, "I would love to sit out in this snow with you and have a heart to heart about how your parents are dead and my parents suck but we need to get moving" he emphasizes the open air, "we're sitting ducks, or roosters if you'd prefer."

Rooster stares at him for a few moment, the shock still clear on his face. Finally he scoffs, the strange sight of amusement twitching at his lips, "Jesus man there's so much there to unpack.” He shakes his head, “I mean shit, I was kinda hoping you were just going to say you saved my life because you were in love with me or something” he jokes weakly, “Keep it simple"

Jake can't help the bark of laughter that erupts from his mouth, "Are you serious? And they say I'm conceded!"

The other man starts laughing himself, "well to be fair, you are. And you're probably also concussed for thinking you really didn't deserve to be on this mission. You were the first one after Mav to hit the time."

"Leaving Halo and Omaha in the dust that first time-"

Rooster ignores the interruption, continuing his speech, "You're the only other active duty pilot beside Mav with an air to air kill-"

"In a cold war relic that anyone could have shot down-"

"And when the moment came you never even hesitated to save my life" Bradley reaches out a hand, "so thank you Jake." When the blonde shakes it, the other man smiles before adding, "And for the record I did try to reciprocate you saving me. I turned around and flew back just to save your dumb noble ass."

"Well Rooster I hate to break it to you but your saving needs work" Jake drawls, motioning around them, "because I'm not feeling rescued."

"Days not over yet" Bradshaw warns, "I have a feeling you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Jake only hums, moving to get himself standing and pulling Bradley up next, taking his arm and throwing it over his shoulder to help them balance, "Yeah I'll just keep waiting as I get your fat ass out of here."

Rooster looks offended, as he motions at his body, "It's called muscle, you wouldn't know, obviously-"

Jake gives an un-amused look, "right muscle, now I know why Roosters can't fly."

“They can actually dumbass, just short distances-“

He waves off the brunette dismissively, “yeah well still a stupid call sign” he argues. “Although to be expected from someone named Bradley Bradshaw-

“Oh yeah Jakey, because Hangman is so much better?”

"Do not” the blonde threatens sternly, “call me Jakey.”

Bradley’s smirk is shark-like, “oh is that nickname only okay for elderly women over the age of 90?”

Jake’s face turns red beyond his burns thinking about an out of hand game of truth and dare back when Rooster and Hangman were still friends. It was over six years ago but Jake still remembers the fun they all used to have together: Bradley, Jake, Natasha and Javy, always out at the bar together, always having a good time. This particular memory featured Jake being dared to flirt with some senior women at the bar they were hopping around at and seeing if they could get them to pay for the group of pilots’ bill. An hour later Jake was getting his bar tab paid while being petted and cooed at by the old broads who insisted on calling him “Jakey.” Of course his three friends became vultures about the whole scene and he couldn’t escape the new nickname every time they went out or flew together for weeks after.

Jake always considered that year as his happiest but somehow life, ego and his own shitty personality managed to ruin it. He looks over to see Bradley watching him, no doubt remembering better times as well. Times when things didn’t seem as complicated or shitty as they do now.

Before things get too emotional Jake tries to take them back to normal, “You’re just jealous that they liked me more” he offers smugly.

“Oh yeah” Rooster deadpanned, “dentures and diapers really turn me on.”

”You shouldn’t joke, you’re about five years away from it.”

Bradshaw looks exasperated, “Seriously? I’m only like four years older than you.”

He shrugs cockily, ”Those four years make a big difference”

”Yeah so do the four inches I have on you.”

”Hey” he hits Rooster’s shoulder with his free arm, “I told you- I’m six feet-“

”Sure you are” the brunette pilot tells him, sarcasm dripping from his tone, “and how much did you have to pay the people to lie on your papers to say that?”

"Shut up"

"You shut up."

"No you-"

Bradley rolls his eyes, "What are you five?"

Jake takes the bait and rolls with it, "Well compared to your advance age, I'm sure I seem like it."

“Sounds like someone really wants me to seem older. I’m not a 90 year old Floridan but I’m getting closer,” Bradley faces Jake and gives him an appraising eye, “maybe you really are in love with me” he jokes.

”Again with this?”

“You can't blame yourself,” Rooster continues as he emphasizes himself, injured and being dragged by his wingman, “I mean look at me."

"Yeah” Jake smirks, “that pornstache just drives me wild-“

“Don’t worry one day you’ll hit puberty and be able to grow one yourself." Bradshaw gives a sly wink.

Jake is ready to respond with another quip when the sounds of something whipping in the air comes from behind. For the most minuscule of moments Jake thinks it's rescue, that despite all the evidence pointing to both pilots being dead, the ship has sent a team out to bring them home. He looks over at Bradley's face next to him, and can see that the sentiment clearly is not being shared by the other man. Rooster’s face shows he is clearly expecting trouble.

They both turn around to see a helicopter coming over the ridge, guns raring, aiming right at them and Jake sobers quickly. He doesn't stop to think, or at least doesn't stop to think clearly before he's grabbing Bradshaw harder and limping them towards the tree line. Bradley cries out at the pain on his injured limb but moves to keep up, his left leg baring as much weight as it can to help gain more speed. The two are only a few feet away from cover when bullets begin ripping in the ground around them.

A bullet just misses his head and Jake takes all of his and Bradley’s weight to move them more to the right. They teeter slightly and Jake clenches his stomach to try and muscle the two men to stay standing. The straining causes a flash of sharp pain to radiate through him, the sickening feeling of bones shifting conforming to Jake that his ribs are no longer just broken but fractured and splintering.

He wants to gut through it, more important things at stake as the helicopter lets loose another round of ammo, but Jake’s breaths are no longer coming in as easy and the world seems to stop as pain pulses with his heart. He gets them one step further before everything hits too much, too overwhelming and Jake can’t hold his own weight or Bradley’s anymore. The two pilots fall back into the snow immediately and Bradley screams as he lands on his right leg. Jake tries to get standing again but he can’t, his body not strong enough to take a full breath of air let alone lifting them both back up.

Inches from safety and Jake wants to cry when he comprehends that this is it, no matter how hard he tried he wasn't able to save Bradley in the end. He moves his traitorously injured body over, deciding in his last moments he can at least shield his teammate as best as he can before he feels hands grabbing him strongly from the side.

Somehow, with a Herculean effort, Rooster lifts Jake over his shoulder and limps, hurt leg and all, the rest of the way to the tree line. He drops Jake behind a downed log and then crouches over him as more bullets rain. It's the perfect cover and after a few minutes of staying down, the helicopter circles back to leave after spending all its payload into the trees around them.

When the coast is clear, Bradley slides off of him and Jake struggles to look up, to say something or do something but instead his vision blackens and his eyes roll.

He wishes he could have told Rooster that he is right in the end, Jake is pleasantly surprised. Bradley managing to rescue him after all.

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The Wedding Date (Part 5)

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Will it ever be real? And Rooster is a little shit.

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Bob started to wake up and he felt pretty good, far better than he’d expected after the amount of alcohol he had. Having the best night’s sleep he’d had in a long time had probably helped. Bob wondered if it was being back in his own double bed, not cramped in a bunk or whether it was because he was sharing it with YFN.

Bob had woken up earlier that morning with YFN tucked into him, his arms wrapped around her, legs tangled together and her head resting on his chest. Bob, unbeknownst to many was a very cuddly person, so he wasn’t surprised he had managed to wrap himself around YFN while he slept. Bob was pretty stunned though, to find that she was embracing him back.

It felt so good to have her in his arms, a little too good so it seemed, and Bob took some deep breaths to try and calm himself down. It didn’t help that YFN wiggled her body against his in her sleep, and Bob almost groaned out loud when she brushed against his morning wood.

YFN squirmed for a moment longer until she made a contented sigh and started snoring softly. Bob focused on her breathing, tried to get a hold of himself and once he did, he just enjoyed being with her like this while he could, and eventually fell back asleep.

Bob realised the bed was empty now though. YFN must have been already awake, and he instantly missed how perfect her soft curves felt pressed against him. Bob groaned, he couldn’t will this reaction to YFN away and he didn’t want to so he got up and headed for the shower where he quickly took care of himself imagining that YFN’s plump red lips were wrapped around him instead of his hand.

By the time Bob made it down to the kitchen, breakfast was on the table and his Dad, Ma, Hangman and YFN sat around it and happily chatted away.

“Well, well, well isn’t that the famous drummer from last night?” Hangman teased as Bob sat down at the table next to YFN and smiled at her shyly.

“I’m surprised to see you this morning Bagman” Bob laughed and needled him back using his nickname, “I thought you might have found yourself a friend last night like Rooster did.”

Hangman chuckled but said sincerely “Actually I didn’t really want to. When I’m on leave, I don’t really have any place to go, I just stay put or travel somewhere new. I happen to like you all so wanted to avoid any broken hearts for when I come back to visit.”

“Oh Jake honey, we adore you! You are always welcome to come and stay with us whenever you’re on leave, whether Bob is here or not” his Ma cooed at Hangman.

Hangman tried to laugh off his Ma’s offer “Is 32 too old to be adopted?”

“We’re serious son. We would love to have you” Bob’s Dad said warmly.

Hangman appeared to be speechless, something Bob had never witnessed before as he always had a witty comeback for everything. “Oh. I ah. T-thank you Jim, Winnie” he managed quietly.

Bob’s Ma who was next to Hangman, leant over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “There’s no way of getting out of it now Hangman, she always gets what she wants” Bob said, pointing at his Ma.

Rooster entered the house and wandered into the kitchen with the same ugly 80’s Hawaiian shirt on as he wore last night, hair sticking up all over the place.

“I guess Rooster here doesn’t mind if he leaves you a mess of lovesick ladies pining for his dumb ass” Hangman quipped and with the exception of a confused Rooster, the room all burst into laughter, a loud snort coming from YFN.

Breakfast continued and Bob took the time to study YFN for the first time this morning. She was smiling widely as she chatted to his Dad, her hair mussed from sleep, she was still wearing his clothes and Bob wondered what she thought when she woke up tangled in him.

He was lost in his daydream when Phoenix arrived home, Maddie in tow.

“Good morning girls” his Dad greeted them. “Good night?” he added with a cheeky smile on his face.

Maddie didn’t flinch, but Phoenix turned bright red and looked the most flustered Bob has ever seen her.

“Yes. It was” Maddie replied truthfully, lacing her fingers with a blushing Phoenix’s.

Bob has been her back seater in some of the scariest situation of his life and she remained composed and managed them brilliantly and he thought she was practically unflappable. But Bob guessed breakfast with the parents the morning after wasn’t something she was used to. Everyone at the table smiled happily at the pair and Phoenix began to relax.

They took Ma and Dad’s seats at the table, and Ma piled up food in front of them and her hands on both their shoulders “Well welcome home darlings.” And by the small smile that graced Phoenix’s lips, Bob knew that she understood that she had a home here too.

After a few minutes of pleasant silence, Rooster opened his mouth “So everyone’s enjoying our walk of shame” he gestured to himself, Maddie and Phoenix, “But no one’s going to mention YFN is wearing Bob’s clothes.”

Bob did a spit take of his OJ and that’s when Hannah wandered into the kitchen, taking in only part of the conversation. “Oh good. He’s figured out that we know.”

Everyone’s heads whipped around to stare at her, Bob’s in confusion, the others in disbelief and Hannah started to realise that she might have screwed up. Bob’s Ma shook her head.

“Fucking hell Han. No he hadn’t!” Maddie called out.

Bob turned back and is a little disorientated, “Figured out what? What have I figured out?”

Bob felt everyone’s guilty eyes on him, “Someone please tell me what’s going on?” he begged.

YFN gently touched his knee and softly said “They all know we’re not together Bobby.”

Bob took a moment to process what she had just said and then when it dawned on him, shame washed over him. He started to plead with his family “I-I-I’m so s-sorry” he stuttered out, choking back his emotion.

“It’s ok son. No one is upset with you. We are the ones who should be saying sorry to you. Or at least the girls should” his Dad said steadily.

“Robert we are sorry honey. We’re sorry we put so much pressure on you that you felt you needed to lie to us” his Ma said remorsefully and ran her hand through his hair just like she did when he was a kid.

“We are so sorry, we should have never pushed you and made that list” Maddie sighed.

Bob nodded numbly as Hannah said “Sorry Bobby, we only want you to be happy”.

Bob is stunned. “None of you are mad that I lied?” he questioned.

“No, just disappointed in ourselves that you felt pressured to lie” Maddie exhaled.

Bob nodded again, relieved that he hadn’t upset his family. “How long have you known that we weren’t together?” he said as he gestured to YFN.

His Ma chucked “Honey we knew the moment you told us, you are a terrible liar, even over skype it was obvious. But then we saw you together and thought…”

“And your friends are terrible at keeping secrets by the way” Hannah quickly interrupted. “Ma got it out of Jake easily enough and Bradley has loose lips when he’s drunk” she said.

“Tash confessed everything to me, I run a pretty solid interrogation” laughed Maddie.

Bob looked around at everyone, “Why didn’t you tell me then?” he huffed.

“It’s my fault Bobby. I told them not to tell you” YFN said staring down at plate on the table in front of her.

Bob looked at her questioningly “Why?”

YFN looked into Bob’s eyes and practically whispered “Because I hoped it might become real.”

Bob searched YFN’s face, he was so confused at her confession. “What?” Bob managed to squeak out, “That can’t be right” he said in disbelief.

“Oh for God sakes Bob” Phoenix called out, surprising everyone in the room, “How can you be so smart but so bloody dense!”

Her tone softened “YFN likes you Bob. She has been flirting with you since we hoped in the car to come here. And remember during training and after the mission? YFN doted on you in medical and checked in on you every day after.”

“And it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that you feel the same way” Phoenix finished and looked embarrassed by her unexpected outburst and mouthed ‘sorry’ towards YFN and him.

“Baby I know you’re a bit shy and Phoenix is right you are not the sharpest tool in the shed about things like this” Hangman winked at Bob, “But when a woman is constantly touching you, snorting at your stupid jokes and making doe eyes at you all the time, that’s normally a pretty good indication that she’s into you.”

“YFN was practically eye-fucking you all of last night and she nearly exploded when you started to play the drums” Rooster added and Phoenix whacked him on the back of the head.

Bob finally turned back to YFN. She smiled sweetly at him and nodded “Bobby, I did flirt with you when we first met on the carrier, but I guess you are ah a little shy when you first meet people. When I got to know you, I umm upped the ante a little bit but then you got orders and I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”

YFN laughed “I was so happy when I saw you again at Top Gun, I was making a fool of myself trying to get your attention. I kinda did give you more TLC than everyone else in the infirmary and I left extra snacks and books I thought you’d like in the common room. And I touched you, like all the time. God this is so embarrassing. I thought you knew and were letting me down gently…”

“Then when Phoenix suggested the whole fake date thing, I didn’t hesitate to say yes, I umm thought it couldn’t hurt to try one more time before you left. And at the very least I could enjoy playing your girlfriend for a bit” YFN nervously confessed.

“I like you, Bobby. Like a lot. I’ve meant everything I’ve ever said to you, I wanted to be close to you all the time. I really did have Hangman, of all people help me find a dress for you. Do you know how painful that was?” YFN chuckled, and so did everyone else.

“God I even faked not having pyjamas so I could wear your clothes and then I forgot I was wearing them and had to have breakfast with your family!” that elicited an louder laugh from the room.

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same…”

Bob finally snapped out of his stupor.

In a boost of confidence, he interrupted YFN by putting his hands either side of her face softly, looked back and forth between her eyes and her lips and said quietly “I’m going to kiss you now if that’s alright?”

YFN nodded and he brought his lips to hers in soft kiss.

“I like you too YFN. Like a lot” Bob smiled stupidly and chuckled. “Sorry, I ah I can be a little slow on the uptake. But you need to know, you have been the only one on my list for a long time.”

“I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment” Rooster said with fake innocence, “But it is really important that we know… were we on the actual list?”

Everyone laughed and YFN threw a piece of toast at him, and it bounced off his stupid moustache. Bob’s Ma answered “Jake and Natasha were on the list, but Bradley, you were not.” YFN snorted at Rooster’s devastated expression and everyone laughed even harder.

Bob just ignored them all and leaned in for another kiss.

Bob and YFN remained at the table just taking in what had just transpired between them, while everyone got ready to help prepare for the wedding.

“So umm. W-would you like to be my date?” Bob stuttered out, his bashful, awkward self taking over again.

“Did you just ask me out Bobby?” YFN teased.

“Yeah, I did. I have it on good authority that you’ve been flirting with me for a while” Bob chuckled in reply.

He suddenly got pulled to his feet by Maddie, “Come on lover boy, we have to go. If we’re late, Amanda might just kill you before you get that date.”

As Bob got pulled away, he heard YFN shout “Yes Bobby, I’ll go out with you!” and Bob beamed because just like that, he has a real wedding date.

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 49

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.0k

Chapter 48 | Masterlist

I groaned in frustration as I made another attempt at Carol’s pie crust recipe. It was simple, but every time I moved it, it broke. “Ugh! Rooster!” I called out in frustration. “You okay?” He asked as he came in through the back door. “No.” I groaned out, leaning on the island. “What’s wrong?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my head. “It keeps breaking every time I go to put it on the plate.” He chuckled, kissing my temple. “Here, I’ll help you.” I nodded and he helped me gently lift the crust, and lay it on the plate where I molded the cracks back together. “Thank you.” I said as I tossed it in the fridge. “Got the grill fired up?” He nodded and grabbed the chuck roast that’s been marinating all night. We put it on and closed the lid, letting it cook.

I was running around the kitchen, finishing up the sides and I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet. “Honey, go get ready. I’ll handle this.” I shook my head. “I have to finish up this potato salad, and then I will.” I said as I was mixing it. Suddenly Rooster gently grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Tell me how to finish it and I will.” I huffed before nodding and cleaning my hands off. “Thank you. I’ll be back.” I said as I kissed his cheek and went upstairs. I changed into a white and blue floral sundress and straightened my hair before I decided I looked good. The doorbell went off and I went downstairs, swinging the door open. “Hey guys.” I greeted, letting in Payback and Rita. “I couldn’t not bring anything, so I brought wine.” She said as she held up two bottles. “Nice!” Soon everyone else rolled in, the only people I was waiting on were her parents. "MOM! CAILA WON'T LET HAVE A BITE OF THE FOOD!" Jameson screamed from beside me and I turned to him. "You know damn well this is for Penny! It's not about you J." I said as I put the cling wrap over the bowls to keep the bugs out of it. "But I'm hungry!" He whined like a child. He was really working my nerves today. Suddenly a large hand reached by me and Jameson took off outside with hamburger buns in his hands. "JAMESON!" I screamed, running after him.

It didn't take long for me to catch him, diving and wrapping my arms around his legs, causing him to fall, losing the bread in his hands. "My food!" He cried before turning to me. "I'm gonna kill you!" He grabbed me and put me in a headlock as he stood, but I swiped his leg and we both fell to the ground. I managed to get free and grabbed his leg and pulled it backwards towards his spine. He let out a high pitched scream before reaching back and grabbing my hair that dangled at my shoulder making me scream. Rooster burst out the back door with a look of concern on his face but it went away when he saw our positions. "KICK HIS ASS CAILA!" Laura yelled from behind Roo, startling him. "Let go of my leg!" "Let go of my hair and I will!" I pulled harder, making him yell. "I just wanted food!" "My house, my rules!" He pulled my hair harder, making my back arch. "I swear to god if you rip out my hair, I'm breaking your leg!" A sharp whistle made us stop and we managed to catch sight of our dad. I tugged his leg one last time. "UNCLE!" At that I let him go and stood. “I’ll get you back for that.” He said as he laid on the ground, chest heaving as he tried to breathe. I laughed, looking down at him, not having broken a sweat. “Sure ya will.” I said as I walked off towards Rooster. Laura gave me a high five as she laughed at her husband. “That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.” Rooster whispered in my ear as he gripped my waist. I giggled, tilting my head up at him. “Oh yeah?” I whispered in his ear, deciding to tease him and use the tip of my tongue to lick his neck, making him groan.

“Makes me want to take you inside and bend you over.” He said as he squeezed my waist, my dress scrunching in his hold. “Mm, maybe later.” I said, stepping out of his hold and walking around him to go back inside. I finished a few things before the doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath knowing it would be Admiral Benjamin and his wife. I grabbed the doorknob, steeling my nerves as I swung the door open. “Admiral Benjamin. Pleasure to meet you.” I allowed them to come in before shaking Admiral Benjamin’s hand in the entryway. “Pleasure to meet you as well, Lieutenant. But just call me Stephen, and this is my wife Dorothy.” I shook her hand as well as I heard someone behind me. “Oh, Bradley!” I called and he smiled as he came over, his arm immediately finding my waist. “Admiral this is my fiance, Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.” They shook hands. “Call sign?” “Rooster, sir.” He nodded and stared at him for a second. “Are you Nick Bradshaw’s boy?” He nodded, a grin on his face. “I am.” Admiral Benjamin laughed. “Your dad was a great man.” Rooster’s smile widened. “Thank you, sir.”

“Can I get you guys a drink or anything?” Rooster asked. “White wine please.” Dorothy said and he nodded. “Got any scotch?” Rooster nodded. My father apparently gifted him some when they went golfing. With that I made sure everything was outside on the tables so it would be ready when Mav, Penny and Amelia got here. “So why did you decide to host my daughter's party here?” Stephen asked me. “Well it was actually Maverick’s idea.” I said. “So why didn’t Maverick do it at his place?” I knew he was searching for faults in Maverick. “Well his place is an airstream in a hangar, out in the desert. He didn’t want to do it at Penny’s place because it would’ve been too hard to keep her out of the house long enough. My house was the next best place.” I said as I set up the hamburger buns. “I know you don’t like Mav.” I said, catching his attention. “He’s in the navy. He’s going to be deployed. But all those times he ‘left’ Penny? Were because you sent him off. Did you ever stop and consider he’d stay and be good for her if you just let them be?” He stared at me and didn’t say anything, but the doorbell going off tore me away from the conversation.

Everyone went quiet as I went into the house. I swung the door open, smiling at Penny, Mav and Amelia. “Hey! Oh my god, happy birthday!” I said as I pulled Penny into a hug. “Thank you. Pete said we had to stop by here before dinner, he said he hid my gift at your house.” She said with a wide grin on her face. “He sure did! It’s out back!” I said and motioned them through. She grinned, walking towards the back door. “I swear, Pete. If you got me a dog.” She said but stopped in the doorway as everyone yelled surprise. She turned to Pete, eyes glassy. “Thank you.” She said, pulling him into a kiss. “Food’s ready if you’re hungry.” I said and she nodded, making her way outside.She hugged her parents as Rooster pulled the meat off the grill and I shredded it. “Alright, birthday girl first!” Everyone came up one by one, getting their food and drinks and finally, I was able to sit down in a chair with food and a beer. I sat in a chair next to Rooster, smiling at him as we all dug in. The chatter was loud, with a lot of questions pertaining to the wedding. Once we were done eating I made Penny sit at the table as I went inside, grabbing the still hot pie. I stuck twenty candles in it before walking outside. The sun had gone down and the only light came from the ones strung up around the yard.

“I was told you weren’t a fan of cake.” I said as I sat the pie down in front of her. “You shouldn’t have.” She said, smiling at me. “Well I did,” I said as I took dad’s lighter, lighting all the candles. “Now blow out your twenty candles!” I said and she laughed, closing her eyes for a few seconds before blowing them out. We all cheered and I started cutting the pie, giving Penny the first slice. “So, what’d you wish for?” Mav asked, leaning down and kissing her head. “If I told you, it wouldn't come true.” She said, smirking at him. “They really do love each other, don’t they?” I asked, leaning back into Rooster’s chest. “Yeah, they do. But not as much as us.” I laughed. “Now let me have a bite of that pie.” I held the fork up to his lips, him moaning in delight as he took a bite. “Taste just like mom’s.” He said, hugging me closer. “I’ll need to cook more of her recipes now that we have her recipe box.” He hummed in agreement, burying his face in my neck. “Is this how our life is going to be from now on?” I asked and he nodded. “As long as you want it, pretty girl. As long as you want it.” I smiled. “I could get used to this.” I watched as everyone talked and had fun. JJ was in Jake’s arms, getting tossed in the air while Laura watched on in worry. “Me too.” He whispered back.

Once everything was said and done, everyone left, mom and Laura hanging back to help me clean. We finally finished and gathered in the living room, me snatching JJ from Jameson and sitting next to Rooster. “You’re gonna be the cutest little ring bearer.” I said and he grinned at me. “I’m still offended I don’t have a part in this wedding.” Jameson said as he jokingly pouted on the couch. “Well we did want to ask you something.” I said, glancing from Jameson to Rooster. He raised an eyebrow at us, curious about our offer. “We were wondering if you’d walk the dogs down the aisle and hold onto them during the ceremony.” He narrowed his eyes at us. “I know it seems insignificant. But it would mean a lot to us.” I said, leaning my head on Rooster’s shoulder, cradling JJ close. He looked from me to Dahlia, who caught his eye and got up, slowly walking over. She put her front paws on the couch, putting her face in Jameson’s. “Ugh, fine. Only because I can’t say no to this face.” He said, grabbing her face and smiling at her. “Well, I guess that means we have everyone we need for the wedding.” I said, grinning at Rooster.

Soon we all said our goodbyes, seeing as everyone was leaving tonight. Mom just wrapped up her tour and she had a few interviews in L.A. but everyone else was going home. I turned to Rooster, who was grabbing the last of the trash. “You okay if I go change?” He smiled at me, and nodded. I rushed upstairs, dogs behind me and went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. It was back to work tomorrow and I was excited and not ready all at once. I washed my face, and brushed my hair before I changed into one of Bradley’s shirts and nothing else. I finally crawled into our warm bed, rubbed lotion on my legs and grabbed my book. I had my glasses on and was reading until a figure in the doorway caught my attention. I looked up to see Rooster leaning on the doorframe, giving me a soft smile. “You okay?” I asked and he nodded. “I just can’t believe I get to marry you, and get to see you like this for the rest of my life.” I giggled like a schoolgirl, smiling widely as he made his way over.

He approached the bed, and pulled the covers off me before climbing up the bed on all fours. “Mm, and I get this for the rest of my life.” I said as he straddled my waist. His large hands ran down my body, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I was bare before him and the cold air brought my nipples to a peak. He licked his lips as he stared down at me, his hand cupping my breast before he ran his thumb over my nipple. “God, you’re beautiful.” I smirked up at him, running my hands up his denim clad thighs and over his clothed erection. He hissed as I applied pressure and moaned as I unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m beautiful and skillful.” He laughed as I stuck my hand into his boxers, gripping his erection, making him buck up into my hand. “How about you show me how skillful you can be?” I could only grin up at him before he flipped us over.

The following night we were at home, curled up on the couch, ready to watch mom’s interview. “How do you think this is gonna go?” I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s JImmy Kimmel, anything can happen.” I said as Rooster plopped down on the couch next to me, a wine glass and a bottle of riesling in hand. “Thank you.” I said as he filled the glass and handed it to me. He smiled just as mom walked on stage. In typical Regina Motey fashion her outfit was all glitter and rhinestones, shimmering as she met Jimmy and sat down. “It’s so great to have you back on the show.” She smiled at him. “It’s great to be here.” “So, you just wrapped up your tour and I hear you're planning a wedding for your daughter?” He asked and my heart fell into my stomach. “I am.” She said with a big smile. “How’s that going?” He asked. “It’s going great. They’re basically doing the planning themselves, but we did find her dress and hosted her engagement party this past week.”

“And how do you feel about her fiance? Seeing how the last one turned out.” I sunk down a little lower in my seat, Rooster tightening his hold on me. “We love him! Bradley has quickly become part of the family and I couldn’t have asked for a better man for her.” I looked up at Bradley who had a wide grin on his face. “Now Bradley is the one she was seeing when she was married? Don’t you think that’s a little tasteless?” I leaned more into Bradley as my mom narrowed her eyes at him. “Well considering how he treated her, I don’t blame her for finding comfort in someone else. He treats her really well and you can tell he thinks she hangs the stars and moon. You can call it tasteless if you want, but what I think is tasteless is how he hurt her, cheated on her and tried to pin her for murder.” I fought back the grin at her words. Mom could snap, and lose her cool and she can look crazy, but she can also be very tactful. The rest of the interview was about her music and what’s next and you could tell she was dying to get out of there.

Once it was over we went upstairs to go to bed and I was putting lotion on my legs when he came out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxers. “You okay?” My head snapped up to him and I nodded. “You sure? You seem out of it.” He asked, laying next to me as I put my lotion away. “Yeah. It’s just weird remembering that other people are aware of our relationship and have their own opinions on it.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my chest. “You know their opinions don’t matter, right?” I nodded, running my hands through his soft curls. “I do. It’s just a reminder that my life isn’t as private as most.” He hummed, slowly drifting off. “We should get some sleep, Roo. I love you.” I said and he hummed. “Love you too.” He muttered, slowly drifting off.

Tuesday proved to be busy. We had quite a few hops lined up and I knew I would be spending most of my day in the air. By the end of my first hop, I was already sweating as I brought my jet down, landing smoothly and taxiing into a space between Rooster and Payback’s jet. I lifted the canopy and got out, climbing down to the ground. “Hey, check your phone. Your mom has blown me up in the last twenty minutes.” Rooster said, coming over. I furrowed my brows, pulling my phone from my flight suit pocket. I had thirteen missed calls and a text in all caps saying, ‘Call me! Now!’ I furrowed my brows, pulling up her contact. “I’ll call her real quick. Be careful.” I said and he leaned down, kissing me before making his way towards his jet. I walked into the hangar, hitting the call button. It barely rang before she answered. “Please. For the love of god, tell me that is not you.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Of course it’s me. Who else would be calling you? You asked me to!”

“Not calling me! The pictures!” She yelled. “What pictures are you talking about?” I asked, leaning against the wall. “Oh my god. How do you not know?!” I groaned. “Stop yelling at me!” I yelled back. “It’s all over twitter! Your ass is everywhere!” I furrowed my brows, opening my twitter. Immediately I saw all the notifications and all the tags. “Oh my god.” I said as tears filled my eyes. It was a picture of me in a black bra and thong, taken from behind so my ass was on full display. “Yeah! Now you see why I blew up your phone?!” I shook my head, scrolling and all I saw was that picture. “Who posted it?” I demanded. “I don’t know. The person who originally posted it deleted their account.” More notifications popped up and I gasped seeing another photo. It was me in the same lingerie, leaned back against the bed, legs spread wide as my hands gripped my breasts through the bra. “Oh my god they just posted another.” I went to the page but it had already been deleted. “I sent these to Rooster when they took my wings. I never shared these with anyone else.”

“Well I guess you better make sure that he didn’t share them with anyone else. Because Caila, this can ruin your career.” I shook my head. Rooster would never do that, I know he wouldn’t. “What if someone hacked into my storage?” I asked. “It’s not impossible. But you might wanna go in and delete all those pictures.” I nodded. “Mama. What am I gonna do? It’s on the internet! That lasts forever!” I slid down the wall, out of sight of everyone. “You’re going to delete all the pictures you have that are like these two. Then I would call Jerry and brief him because if this guy is caught, you can press charges.” I nodded. “If you want I can have Chelsea get a press release ready.” I shook my head. “Not yet, I wanna see if we can figure this out first. But keep her on standby just in case.” I said as I ran my hand down my face, tears streaking my cheeks. “Who would do this?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Cruel people. People who get off on hurting others.” I wiped my eyes, streaking my mascara in the process. “Delete those pictures. That’s the best way to stop this before it gets worse.” I nodded, going in and deleting the pictures from my camera role and my storage. All dirty pictures of me, and Bradley for safe measure. “Done.” I said. “Good, you need to tell Bradley about it as well.” I nodded. “He’s in the air right now. I’ll pull him aside when he lands.” She hummed. “You’ll get through this. You’ll be okay.” I nodded. “Thanks, mama.”

“You’re welcome.” With that we hung up and I took a deep breath, head falling back against the wood. Can my life get anymore fucked up? With that thought I got up, walking to the locker room to clean up my face. I used a makeup wipe I keep in my bag and cleaned off my makeup, deciding going bare faced was better for today. I walked out of the locker room, heading back to the hangar and everyone I passed, I felt like they were all looking and staring at me. Every time I saw someone on their phones, I wondered if they were seeing the pictures. I made it back out into the hangar and I opted to sit down while I waited on Mav, Phoenix, Bob and Rooster to come down. I made small talk with Hangman and Halo while I waited, not wanting to tell them about the pictures. After about an hour Rooster landed, and made his way into the hangar. “What’d your mom want?” He asked, leaning down and kissing my forehead. I stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from everyone. “Everything okay?” He asked and I shook my head as I pulled out my phone, deciding showing him was better than explaining.

I pulled up my twitter and handed him my phone. I watched as his face went from confused to angry. His face turned red and the vein on the side of his neck bulged. “You didn’t share those with anyone, right?” His gaze shifted to me. “Of course not. Who the fuck posted these?” He asked, his voice deep and anger seeping through the air. “I don’t know.” What do you mean you don’t know?!” He yelled. “I don’t fucking know!” I yelled back. I noticed we caught everyone's attention and I pulled him a little farther away. “They make an account, post a picture, then delete the account. I think they hacked into my storage.” He ran his hands through his hair, practically shaking. “I deleted all the dirty pictures I had. Ones of me and you.” He nodded, still scrolling. “God, the things these people are saying are fucking disgusting.” I shook my head. “I haven’t read the captions. I can’t bring myself to.” I knew people would have rude and vulgar things to say, but I couldn’t read it. Tears filled my eyes, and I sat on the crate behind me. “Hey,” He said, crouching in front of me and placing his hands on my legs. “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” I nodded and he reached up, swiping tears from my cheeks.

“I’m just scared they have worse pictures saved, and what if they post the ones of you?” I asked and he shook his head, sitting next to me. “If they do, we’ll worry about it then. Right now we need to figure out how to get your pictures down.” He continued scrolling, getting angrier and angrier. “Stop.” I said, grabbing my phone. “l’m tired of seeing them.” He sighed, staring at me as I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket. “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” I nodded as he kissed my temple. “What if they take my wings again? I may not get them back this time.” The thought scared me. The only thing I have ever done is fly. I don’t know if I could ever do anything else. I knew my time in the air was limited with my eyesight deteriorating and even then, I don’t know what I would do. He turned my head, making me look at him. “We’re gonna do everything we can to prevent that. Right now, you need to focus because you have another hop after lunch and you need to be in the right headspace.” I nodded, standing. “I need to call Jerry. With everything going on he at least needs to be made aware.” He nodded. “Well, call him. I’ll sit here with you while you do it.” I nodded, dialing the number for Jerry’s office. “Jerry Polinski’s office.” A high pitched voice answered on the other end. “Hi, my name is Caila Motley. I’m a client of Jerry’s and I need to speak with him.”

“Just a moment.” We sat in silence for a minute until Jerry’s voice came through. “Caila! I’d say I love hearing from you, but I don’t think this is a social call.” I cracked a small smile. “I wish it was.” He sighed. “So what’s going on?” I leaned my head on Rooster’s shoulder, his arm wrapping around my waist. “I don’t know if you have twitter, but someone hacked my phone storage.” He hummed. “And they’re posting some more… risque photos on twitter.” I heard him clicking away on his computer. “Do you know who did it?” I shook my head. “I wish. They post the photos and then delete the accounts.” He sighed. “I hate to say it, but do you think it’s related to the break in?” My blood ran cold and I knew Bradley could tell. “No. Would that even be a possibility?” Rooster gripped me tighter. “It would be a backwards step for him. But it’s not impossible.” I sighed, tears springing to my eyes again. “I’m so tired of this.” I said, closing my eyes and tears streaking my face.

“Is there anything we can do, Jerry?” Rooster asked. “Without an IP address there isn’t much. I would try and get one because then you can track it.” He nodded. “Who can we get to track an IP address?” I asked. “Police, government agencies. A private investigator can track it through public domain and they’re pretty good at that.” I sighed. “The police aren’t gonna do shit, I don’t think any government agency is gonna do anything-” “So we’ll hire a PI.” Rooster cut me off, looking proud at his brilliant plan. “Roo, PI’s cost-” “I don’t care, we’re hiring a private investigator.” He cut me off once again. “I will add it to the file and if you come up with anything let me know and we can pursue it.” I nodded. “Thank you, Jerry. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

“I’m happy to do it for you, Caila. Good to talk to y’all again.” We said our goodbyes and I sighed, dropping my head into my hands. “Mags, we’ll figure this out.” Rooster said, rubbing my back. I shook my head. “It’s humiliating, Bradley.” I said, taking a deep breath as I sat up. “My ass is plastered all over twitter, as well as a picture with my legs spread wide open.” Thank god I still had the lingerie on. “What if they post another? One where I’m completely naked. This could ruin my career.” He stood, grabbing my wrists and pulling me up with him. “We are going to work to take this down. Then when we find out who did it, we’re going to sue them for everything they have.” He took my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away my tears. “You’re beautiful and nothing these people say are gonna change that.” I couldn’t hold back the small smile and he kissed my forehead. We finished the rest of the day and I mostly stayed to myself, but by the end of the day I knew many people had seen it. Rooster and I met outside the locker room and I noticed the stares. We had dinner plans after work today so I wore my bell bottoms and a halter top but I wanted to put on the baggiest clothes I have and stay home now.

“Come on, we are gonna go eat some good food.” He said, taking my hand as we both grabbed our bags. A few people pointed as we walked by and Rooster gave them the deadliest look I had ever seen. He held my hand the entire way to the restaurant, rubbing my knuckles the entire way. I felt better until we got to the restaurant. As soon as we walked in, the whispers started again. I felt weird all through dinner, the waiter kept smirking at me and someone even came up to us as we were walking out. “Are you Caila Motley?” I stopped, Rooster directly behind me. “You have some really nice tits.” He said. “What the fuck did you say?!” Rooster’s voice boomed from behind me and I barely managed to grab Rooster before he hurt the kid. “He’s not worth it, Rooster.” I said, pushing him out the door. Once we were outside I stormed towards the bronco, my heels clicking on the pavement as Rooster came up behind me. “That kid is so lucky you stopped me.” I shook my head, more tears filling my eyes. I ignored him, grabbing the door handle for the bronco, pulling on it only to realize it was locked.

I yanked on it one time before leaning my head on the blue door. “Hey.” Rooster gently pulled me into him, holding me close as I attempted to stop crying. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” I shook my head. “No, it’s just-” I stopped, wiping my eyes as his large hands cradled my face. “When is it gonna end, Bradley? Our entire relationship there has been something going on, someone targeting us.” I cried. “Hey, I don’t know when it will end. But when it’s all said and done, we’ll still be here.” I nodded and he kissed my forehead, then my temple, then my cheek. “Let’s get you home, pretty girl.” He leaned down, kissing me gently, his arms wrapping around my waist. “You seem exhausted.” I nodded. “I feel like a dead woman walking.” I said as he opened the door for me. “Well let’s get you home and in bed.” I nodded as he buckled me in and shut the door.

We hired a private investigator after a little research and came across Lauren. She specified in IP addresses and immediately got to work trying to find whoever was doing this. But sadly, unless there was any activity it would be a lot harder for her to find this person. So we waited and of course the day after everything happened Phoenix found out. “Please tell me you posted those pictures.” I immediately shook my head. “We don’t know who posted them but we hired a private investigator to find out.” She groaned, leaning her head on the locker. “What the fuck is people’s problem?” I shrugged. “Who knows.” We went about our day normally and around lunch Cyclone came out. “Lieutenant Motley!” He yelled across the tarmac. I froze, knowing what this was probably about. “It’ll be okay. No matter what, okay?” Rooster asked as he laid his hands on my shoulders, keeping me grounded. I nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before heading over to Cyclone. “Yes, sir?” He motioned me to follow him to his office.

“We have a problem.” He said as he sat behind his desk, me standing at attention. “It seems that some inappropriate photos of you have been posted online.” I didn’t move or say anything. “Would you like to explain?” I nodded. “Yes, sir. Those photos were completely private, but we think someone hacked into my phone storage and took the photos and posted them. They create an account, post the photos and then delete the account. Lieutenant Bradshaw and I have hired a private investigator to track this persons IP address, but unless there’s activity on the account, it’ll be a little hard.” He nodded. “We can’t keep having these problems, Lieutenant. You’re the best at your job, and I want to keep you here, but if we keep having problems the brass may decide to get rid of you and I can't save you and neither can your father.” I nodded. “We don’t know why this keeps happening but Rooster and I are trying our best to stop it and I deleted any photo similar to those.” He nodded. “Good. If anything else happens you need to come tell me. It will look better if you bring it to me versus higher ups finding out and then we have to address it to you.” I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Dismissed.” I walked out of his office, leaning on the wall just outside, taking a deep breath. This is gonna drive me crazy. Nothing happened for a few days and we thought maybe it was over, but then the worst hit. “CAILA!” Rooster screamed from downstairs. We were getting ready to go to the Hard Deck and half my hair was piled on my head when I sprinted downstairs. “What’s wrong?” I asked, sliding to a stop in the kitchen. Rooster slid his phone across the island, his face red in anger. I grabbed the phone my jaw dropping at the picture. “OH! Oh god!” It was a photo I took the same day I took the other two. I was on the floor, leaned against the bed completely naked. My legs were spread and I had two fingers, fucking myself on them with my mouth dropped open. “Oh my god.” What the fuck am I gonna do? “The second we find out who this guy is, he’s dead!” Rooster yelled. The vein on his neck looked like it was going to pop. “I’m calling Lauren.” I immediately dialed her number and she answered on the first ring. “Did you see it?”

“I did and I’m trying to track him but he’s using a VPN and he’s already deleted the account.” I nodded. “If you find anything will you let me know?” I asked as my hand shook. “Of course.” With that I hung up, taking deep breaths to calm myself. “Who sent you this?” I asked. “Duke. He saw it on twitter and asked me what the fuck was going on.” I cried, laying my head on the counter top. “Mags, I promise when we find this guy, it’s over for him.” I stood up, taking my hair down. “We have to find the guy first. But I’m not going tonight.” I said, turning for the stairs. “What? Mags!” He followed coming up behind me. “You can’t let this guy win.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Everyone on base saw the other two and they’ve probably seen these as well. I’m sorry Rooster but you don’t understand. It’s not your pussy plastered on twitter for the world to see.”

“No, I don’t understand. But I know that I’m not letting you hide away from everyone because of this. If you stop going out and showing your face, he wins.” I flopped onto the bed, wiping at the tears. “I’m so fucking tired of crying.” I said and he knelt down in front of me. “Then let’s go have fun. I know it’s hard but you can drink, eat some good food and hang out with everyone and if anyone tries to say anything… well they won’t get past Phoenix because she’ll beat me to the punch.” I gave a small laugh, knowing he was right. “Okay.” With that we finished getting ready. My hair was curled, I had on light makeup and a t-shirt dress. Plenty of coverage to keep prying eyes away. Once at the Hard Deck Rooster tucked me under his arm, keeping me close and glaring at any man who dared to look my way. Phoenix pulled me into a hug threatening anyone who dared to say anything and Jake said he would back her up. Overall it was a great night, but I can’t help but feel like something worse is coming.

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