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mmelionsblog · 1 year

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Can’t Sleep? || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.

You’ve had insomnia for about two years now, and every January it would get a lot worse than it usually would be.

It was 02:33 in the morning when you had woken up yet again the same night twice in a row. You had gotten up at 01:10 earlier, but didn’t want to wake up your loving of a husband, Bradley.

So of course, usually when it gets this bad you had found out that a cup of hot chocolate puts you to sleep easier. You shifted the bed slowly, before taking his arm off of your waist super slowly.

Tip-toeing to the kitchen, you turned on the light and grabbed the ingredients to make. After placing the ingredients, which you slowly did to not wake up the bear in your shared room, you had opened up the microwave and winced as soon as you pounced in the buttons to heat it up. “Shhh,” you told no one in particular. To you, it felt like the microwave was the loudest thing in the world, and Bradley is a slight easy person to wake up.

Bradley Bradshaw had slowly opened his eyes as he smelt a very, nice warm feeling in the air. “Honey?” He croaked out, turning to his right but to see nobody there. He hummed. He knew she was awake up at 1 in the morning, but he didn’t know that she had gotten up the second time.

He knew he had work in the morning at eight, but he didn’t care as long as he knew that your mental was okay, and that you overall were okay as well. So he got up, like a loving husband he is, and walked straight to the kitchen and lingered on the side beam wall. He smiled softly as you blew onto the hot chocolate you made, trying to cool it down.

Sipping on your hot chocolate, you let out a nice sigh of relief you’ve been holding in. “Nightmares?” Bradley finally spoke, making you jump ever so lightly and holding onto the cup a bit more tightly. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered as you slowly walked up to him. “You didn’t.” He assured you.

“I’m just worried about my wife, you’ve woken up twice so far.” He kissed the side of your head, his hands finding a way to hold your waist loosely. “You don’t gotta worry about me, roo.” You spoke. “I’m fine,” he tsked. “That’s a lie baby we both know that. Tell me, what happened in this dream?” He asked.

You hummed, and began to tell your story. It had lasted for one hour, and your hot chocolate was already empty. You were so tired by the end of the story, you fell ever so slightly asleep. Bradley picked carefully placed you comfortably on the couch, ready to put every single ingredient back in where they belong and cleaned the cup.

Then, Bradley walked up to the living room and grabbed you bridal style, careful not to wake you up again for the third time. He smiled softly as you curled into his figure as he walked back into the room. He covered you up with the covers, and got into bed himself, spooning you. “Love you,” he whispered and closed his eyes.

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hollywillows · 2 years

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lose you - rooster bradshaw x pilot!reader

this is my first time writing for top gun, but i’ve been a fan my whole life and rooster struck inspiration in me. please let me know if anything is inaccurate here! i hope you enjoy, feel free to send in requests!

summary: during a training exercise, something goes wrong with your plane, and rooster panics

the exercise was, quite frankly, supposed to be easy. when maverick had explained the objective to the class, you hadn’t been worried at all. not in the slightest. all you had to do was stay within however many feet of the cliffs, blah blah blah.

you’d been pushing yourself as far as you could, feeling a need to prove yourself to not only your classmates but to yourself. and, of course, to rooster.

your little crush on the lieutenant was supposed to be a secret, and it had been, up until phoenix had guessed about it. “so, rooster, huh?” she’d asked you one night at the bar with a smirk on her lips.

“hm?” you’d hummed, trying to pretend that you hadn’t almost spat out your drink.

she laughed. “i won’t say anything. you are blushing, though.”

“no i am not.”

the conversation had ended there, with her laughing at you and you hiding behind your martini glass. rooster was your friend, and he had been since pretty much your first day. training with the best of the best, yourself included, made it sometimes difficult to meet people that weren’t shallow, or in their heads.

that much you realized pretty quickly with guys like hangman, who could only be admired for their skill. as soon as the man opened his mouth, though, your admiration would decimate.

rooster, however, you admired for everything. he was not only a brilliant pilot, but a brilliant man. you’d never been blind to how attractive he was, what with the aviators perched on his nose and a smirk on his lips. but after having endless conversations (often drunk) with the man, you had undoubtedly developed a crush on him.

the same man stood next to you grumbling, some complaint or other about maverick not trusting him enough to let him fly. you had, honestly, zoned rooster out, more focused on grabbing your helmet. “vix, are you even listening to me?”

vixen had been your call sign for years, and it seemed it would remain so until you made some extremely embarrassing move or other. the vixen and the phoenix, you and the other girl in the squadron would frequently joke.

“what?” you turned to look at him, realizing that you’d been completely off in your own train of thought. “oh, yeah, yeah, mav holding you back, whatever.”

he sighed. “come on, i know i talk about it a lot, but it’s frustrating, vix!”

you nodded. “yeah, i sure bet it is.” your tone was enough to tell him that you were focused on something else, and you caught him furrowing his brows out of the corner of your eye.

“you okay?” he then asked, leaning on the locker next to yours. “you just.. you seem distracted today.”

with a shake of your head, you turned to look back at him. “i’m just.. i don’t know. i’m tired, i guess.” you lied. you’d been thinking about him. truth be told, you were thinking about how to tell him the truth. how do you admit your feelings to someone who is so close to you? if your feelings weren’t reciprocated, you worried about the awkwardness that would undoubtedly ensue.

rooster only nodded. “okay. well, good luck up there, okay?” he patted your shoulder, which made you give him a tight lipped smile. a pat on the shoulder, really? “if anyone can clip mav’s wings, it’s gonna be you.”

“haha, very funny.” you replied, tossing your gear over your shoulder and walking with him to the landing pad that your plane resided on. “alright, wizzo.” you said over your shoulder, letting your weapon systems officer climb in before you followed suit, putting your helmet on. you’d nicknamed him this months prior, insisting that ‘wso’ was too much of a mouthful.

you were up in the air in no time, and you were still feeling pretty good about the exercise. maybe that was in vain, or perhaps you yourself were vain and overconfident in your abilities. whatever it was, you felt that it was smooth sailing as you entered the sky with hangman in front of you.

“anyone have sights on mav?” you asked after hovering for a minute, looking at the sky above you.

wizzo shifted behind you. “nah, i don’t see him.”

almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the third plane sped between you both, making you laugh. “okay, so he’s in a good mood today.” you joked, preparing to follow him. “hangman, what’s the plan?”

the other lieutenant didn’t reply, and moved on his own to try to beat your captain. you cursed under your breath, but got the hint and circulated the perimeter of the area, trying to get to a vantage point.

“we’re on our own again.” wizzo commented.

you nodded. “yep, but are we surprised? hangman keeps us hanging.” you said, knowing that both he and the pilots waiting for you on the aircraft carrier could hear you. “okay, all we have to do is get behind him, keep and eye out for him.”

“aye-aye.” he replied, and you moved up slightly.

the next five or ten minutes (or maybe it was a full life time, you honestly had no idea) were going decently. then, next thing you knew, hangman was in front of you.

“oh, look who decided to show up?” you spoke sarcastically, looking over at his plane. you hadn’t even noticed the disturbance in the atmosphere, and if you had then likely none of it would’ve happened.

you kept flying, attempting to get through hangman and to maverick, who seemed to be aimlessly flying about, yet you knew the man to have tricks up his sleeves. you were so preoccupied with trying to get over to the captain that, again, you paid no attention to anything.

honestly, you figured that it would impress rooster. well, it would impress everyone. but it would especially impress him, who had been hell bent on trying to beat maverick at his own game, make the captain do his own set of push ups.

and so, you kept flying. straight into the wake turbulence that you should’ve noticed, and would’ve noticed had you not been preoccupied in your own thoughts.

“hey, vixen?” you heard from behind you. “uh.. i think we just lost an engine.”

you could barely respond before everything on your control panel seemed to go red. “shit shit shit.”

the plane was still in the air, but an engine had certainly suffered some sort of flameout on its right side. “starboard’s out.” you said. “i think we can still try to land it.”

you tossed random instructions over your shoulder to wizzo, trying to ignore the sounds of maverick calling for you. you were determined to land the plane.

“vixen, you can’t save it.” he finally said.

next thing you knew, the plane had begun spinning midair. “shit!” you cursed. “wiz, i’m gonna open the canopy, eject now.”

the man behind you effortlessly ejected from the plane, his parachute activating. meanwhile, you were stuck with some sort of issue in your handles. “shit, shit..”

you struggled for a moment before finally being released from the plane, just in time to watch it spin out and crash into the side of one of the mountains below you.

when you arrived back at the landing pad, you had one hand on your helmet and one pressed to your head. you weren’t injured, and thankfully neither was your wso. your ego, however, was bruised, and you were beyond frustrated with yourself. it should’ve been easy, what had gone wrong?

your plan to avoid everyone for the rest of the night was stopped short as you saw a man running to you. of course he was.

rooster stopped as soon as he was close enough to hug you, pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on your head. “are you okay?” he asked after a minute, his grip on you, if anything, getting tighter. “we were all listening to you, and then you just.. you cut out, and all we could hear was maverick and..”

“i’m okay, roost.” you assured him, but you didn’t attempt to pull away from his embrace. “i just.. i don’t know what went wrong.”

he scoffed. “hangman is what went wrong. that asshole left you stranded, and then you-“

“no,” you shook your head, finally loosening your arms, “no, he.. he came back, and he must’ve had some sort of turbulence because next thing i knew the engine was blown.”

rooster’s body seemed to stiffen. he didn’t talk much about his past, and you didn’t quite blame him. he was easy to read, though, which often proved awkward when it came to fights between him and maverick. the entire group of you knew that something had happened to his father, but he was never willing to say anything about it.

which is why it shocked you when he cleared his throat. “that’s what.. that’s what happened to my dad.” he said, watching as your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “wake turbulence. engine shot. his head must’ve hit the canopy, or something, when he was ejecting because..”

you frowned. “i’m so sorry-“

he cut you off. “no, it’s just.. i’m okay. i just- i guess i don’t..” he struggled with his words. “i don’t think i could lose you, y/n. even if not like that, i just.. i don’t think i could lose you. period.”

you couldn’t recall if he’d ever called you by your name.

“it might be selfish to.. to have done so, but i have developed this.. huge.. these feelings for you.” he continued. “and i didn’t think i was ever going to have to admit that, but you almost didn’t come back to this base, and i just..” he looked anywhere but you, frowning. “i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if you never got to know how deeply i care about you.”

honestly, your mouth felt completely dry, and you had no idea what to say. for a moment you stood there, your feet glued to the ground. then you moved closer to him, and your hand moved up to his cheek. his gaze then finally met yours, and you swore you could feel him leaning into your touch.

“i care about you a lot, too.” you said, scanning his eyes for any sort of reaction.

it took him a second to smile (or was it a smirk?), and then he was pulling you in by the waist, and then his lips were on yours. the kiss was shorter than you would’ve expected from him, and you pulled away with your face still seemingly shocked, which made him laugh. “for once, you don’t have anything to say?” he commented.

you rolled your eyes. “big talk, bradshaw, big talk.”

he was about to move in for what you hoped was another kiss when you heard whooping and hollering in the distance. you both turned to look at your teammates, who were all watching you with smiles on their faces.

“i’m so glad it finally happened!” bob was cheering, his smile only widening when a few people around him handed him twenty dollar bills.

“you made a bet?” you asked, putting a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun.

“no, i won a bet.” the lieutenant replied, counting his money with a triumphant grin.

you looked up at rooster, who was chuckling. “this is gonna be fun, isn’t it?” he asked as he looked back down at you.

“oh, for sure. we’re professionals.” you replied, but you wasted no time in stealing your second kiss from him.

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