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corroded-hellfire · 2 months

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Hi! I had this idea for the As you wish - series. What if reader finds her first grey hair or maybe spot the first lines on her face and panics because she thinks "Eddie was drawn to me because I was so young, what if he won't be drawn to me anymore?!"

Ah, the signs of aging. As someone who has had a line across her forehead for years now, I felt this lol. Despite what society tries to tell us though, aging is good! Never forget that.

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[As You Wish masterlist]

Waking up before your alarm clock used to be considered a sin to you. It’s not like you were always out partying all night in college when you were younger, it’s just the principle of the thing. How dare your body naturally wake you up just as the sun is making its first appearance over the horizon? The words “early morning” left a sour taste in your mouth, and you’d do whatever you could to get a few extra hours of sleep.

If growing up and becoming a productive member of society didn’t get your body accustomed to waking up earlier than in your teenage years, being a mom of three certainly did.

The boys are both teenagers themselves now and won’t get up for school willingly, which means you’ve had to learn a few tricks over the years. But one of those tricks was seemingly fading as time ticked by as well. Eliza used to be up before the crack of dawn, her cries or laughter beating the rooster’s crow to the punch. Now that she’s pushing four years old, she often sleeps later than you or Eddie, which means she’s not readily available to bother her brothers into a wakened state. That still leaves Eddie though, and he considers it a joy to annoy his sons awake—payback for all the years they did it to him.

But this morning you’re awake not only before your alarm, but before anyone else in the house as well. A few emerging beams of sunlight shine through the gaps in your blinds and warm the side of your face as you turn towards it. A content hum leaves your lips as you open your eyes, blinking away the bits of sleep still clinging to the corners. Your heavy head lolls to the other side and comes face to face with your sleeping husband.

It’s impossible not to smile at his open jaw dotted with scruff, just a hint of drool pooling in the corner. Telling yourself to get up out of bed and not bury your face in his chest and cuddle back into the blankets feels like a Herculean task as you gaze at his handsome face.

With a sigh, you push yourself up and stretch your arms up over your head. The bright side of being the first one up is that you can go through your morning routine in peace, you suppose.

The plush carpet is warm on your toes as you slip from bed and pad over to the en suite bathroom. A fierce yawn erupts from your mouth as you turn on the faucet to wash your face. The back of your hands rubs against tired eyes as you wait for the water to heat to an acceptable temperature. The house is quiet and still around you, giving you a sense of calm that you’re sure won’t last once the kids are awake.

A green washcloth hangs on a hook next to the mirror above your sink and you lather it with your apple blossom-scented soap before rubbing it over your face. The scratch of the cloth on your skin feels good, taking any remnants of the full night’s sleep off and preparing you for the new day.

You let the wet swatch of fabric fall back down into the sink and grab the matching towel to pat your face dry. As you hang the towel back on the hook, you lean in towards the mirror above the sink and let your eyes roam over your features. Luckily, it seems like that small breakout you had last week has finally cleared up and your chin is blemish free. Your eyes trail farther up and once they get to your forehead your hands grip the side of the sink with enough force to crack the white porcelain in half.

There is a line across your forehead.

Immediately, your hand goes up and tries to rub it away. Still there. Maybe it’s a smudge on the mirror. All your hand does is smear fingerprints across the glass surface, but the line on your face is still there.

Gently, you rub the tips of your fingers over the crease in your skin. When you can feel the indent where it used to be firm, an involuntary whimper falls from your lips. Your forefinger traces the line back and forth from the left side of your face to the right. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes and your arms drop down to your sides.

You have a wrinkle.

The ugly word has the tears spilling over your bottom lids and you squeeze your eyes shut. This is ridiculous, you try to tell yourself. It’s perfectly normal. Aging is a good thing. You force your eyes open and glare at the unwelcome addition to your face. But why does aging mean you’ll start to feel insecure about how your body changes? Wasn’t puberty enough of that bullshit?

A sharp inhale of breath and your hands fly to cover your mouth as a thought occurs to you. What is Eddie going to think? He was drawn to you because of your youth, so what now? Is he going to find this wrinkle gross? Will he find you unappealing now? Are younger, hotter girls going to turn his head?

The thoughts come on too quickly and you're flooded by a wave of panic and grief. Tears flow freely down your cheeks, and you make a conscious effort not to scrunch your face up, lest you get more wrinkles.

A small sob wracks your body, and you tighten your hands over your mouth. Part of you knows this is an overreaction, that Eddie won’t care, but the irrational side of you has its claws too deep in you now to let go.

“Babe?”

Eddie’s groggy voice calls out and his footsteps approach the bathroom door. As if it will keep him from seeing you, you press your back against the bathroom wall and keep your hands firmly clutched over your mouth.

A mop of frizzy bedhead pops in the doorway and Eddie looks in the other direction before swinging his gaze around and spotting you. Instantly, he’s more alert as he takes in your body language. He comes to stand in front of you and places his hands gently on your upper arms.

“Princess, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks.

Not trusting your voice, you shake your head, hands still covering your mouth.

“What?” Eddie asks. “You’re not okay?” Gently, he pries your fingers from your lips and holds them securely in his own hands. “Hey, come on. Please talk to me.”

Try as you might to find the right words to say, nothing comes to mind. Too much is rattling around your head and the only thing that comes out of your mouth are whines as your sobs pick up. Instinctively, you step in towards Eddie and bury your face in his neck. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close to his warm, solid frame.

“Hey…” Eddie coos as he rubs a large hand up and down your back. It’s a tone you’ve heard him use with Eliza a hundred times before when he’s trying to get her to take a breath and use her words. “Sweetheart, talk to me. Please?”

It takes a lot of your strength to pull back and wipe your eyes and nose off on your arm. The concern in Eddie’s eyes damn near sends you into another fit, but you manage to keep it together.

“I-I…” I have a wrinkle is what you plan to say. “I’m s-scared.”

Your husband’s eyebrows pinch together as he studies your face. He’ll probably spot the problem on your face on his own if he keeps looking at you like this.

“Scared? Baby, what are you scared of?”

At his question, a new round of tears does come. You try to ward them off though, shaking your head and wiping your eyes. I’m scared you’re not going to be attracted to me anymore. I’m scared you’re going to think I’m old. I’m scared I’m freaking out and don’t know how to stop it.

None of those words form on your tongue though, so with a shaky hand you reach up and point to the crease above your eyebrows. Eddie’s gaze drifts to where you’re pointing but this only seems to confuse him more.

“What is it? What am I supposed to be looking at?” he asks. When you jab repeatedly at your forehead with your finger, Eddie gently grabs your wrist and lowers your arm back down. “Angel, you’ve gotta talk to me.”

“A-A wrinkle,” you manage to squeak out just above a whisper.

Eddie frowns and looks at your forehead again. He squints his eyes and shrugs his shoulders.

“I see a faint line. Why does that scare you?”

“Because it means I-I’m old.”

Laughter is the last thing you expect to hear from your husband. But when you look up at him there’s an amused look on his face as he shakes his head.

“Babe, you’re twenty-nine. If you’re old, then I’m the damn crypt keeper.”

“M’not like when you met me,” you mumble, looking down in embarrassment.

“No, you’re not,” Eddie says plainly. “And neither am I.” When you look up at him in confusion, Eddie sighs and gently tugs you closer to him. He takes a seat on the closed toilet lid and pulls you into his lap. “Pretty girl, we’ve known each other for about a decade now. Neither of us are the same. I’ve got gray in my beard now and these crow’s feet around my eyes.”

“They’re sexy,” you’re quick to inform him.

“What makes you think I don’t think your changes are sexy?” your husband asks with a raised eyebrow.

“This isn’t sexy,” you say with a sigh as you rub your hand across your forehead.

“Is to me,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I’ve got more tattoos now. You’ve given birth. Jesus hun, I’m in a different decade than I was back then. We’re not a couple in their twenties and thirties anymore—it’s twenties and forties.”

His fingers gently dig into your sides, making you squeak in laughter and squirm around in his lap.

“Until I turn thirty in a few months,” you say. Words burn at the back of your throat, and you know you shouldn’t say them. But they need to come out and make themselves known. “You’ll still want me, right? When I’m thirty? With these lines starting?”

Eddie stares at you for a moment, his doe eyes scanning your face. You see the moment something clicks in his mind.

“Wait, don’t tell me that’s what you’re scared of?”

When you still avoid looking him in the eye and remain silent, Eddie lets out a long sigh.

“There is no line or wrinkle that could make you anything less than the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Not a damn thing in this world could make me not want to be with you. I love you. Always have, always will. Wrinkles or not. Acne or not. Scars, gray hair, injuries, sickness, it doesn’t matter. You’re my girl and that’s all there is to it.”

Emotion swells within your chest and it’s difficult to keep it contained. Hoping to convey what your voice can’t, you lean forward and rest your forehead against Eddie’s.

“Actually,” Eddie adds softly, “I think wrinkles and gray hair are pretty great things. Because it means we’re growing old with each other. No one else I’d want by my side, to go through this with.”

“I’m so lucky to be your girl,” you manage in a hoarse whisper, trying to quell the tears that build up—now for a different reason.

A soft chuckle has Eddie’s breath ghosting across your lips.

“It’s absolutely me who is the lucky one, princess. I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too—”

“Mama!”

Little hands beat on the wood of the closed bathroom door. You and your husband share a whispered laugh as you drop your head down to his shoulder.

“What’s up, sweet pea?” Eddie calls back.

The banging stops and there’s a beat of silence before your daughter replies.

“I called for Mama.”

A snort of laughter leaps out of you at Eliza’s tone. Eddie shakes his head in amusement and lets out an overdramatic sigh.

“See?” He speaks softly to you. “None of us can live without you.” The banging starts up again, a little faster this time. Eddie winces and squeezes one eye shut. “Even for a second, apparently.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

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jungle-angel · 7 months

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The Full Moon (Admiral!Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob comes home one night from an event but the sight of something in front of you makes you a little hornier than usual

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN!!! Breeding kink, so much other shit I can't even list out here, you guys know the drill (lol).

Tagging: @bradleybeachbabe @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts

Events, events, events, one after the other with no real end in sight. Bob was sick and damn tired of it, one Navy ball or fundraiser after another and hardly any time to spend with you or the babies at home, something he really needed now that winter had hit and another holiday would be around the corner.

His head, his shoulders and whole body were so tired it was a miracle he could get through the front door of that big Victorian house he shared with you and the kids, let alone march up the stairs to the sanctuary of your shared bedroom. Thank God Rooster and his wife had offered to take the kids and let them have a sleepover with Nicky and Pete. He couldn't have imagined having to keep Auggie and Patrick from running wild before bed.

Up to the room he went and into the bathroom, stripping off his dress blacks and hanging everything up on the door-hook. Bob sank right into the hot bath, letting out a long breath that he had forgot he had been holding in. He scrubbed every part of him down with the Irish Spring body wash and even let it foam in the hot water to help him relax.

When he had enough, Bob stepped out into the bedroom, letting the water out of the bath and throwing the towel into the laundry basket on the other side of the room. Bob's skin pricked with goosebumps as the cooler air in the bedroom surrounded him, more so now that he was completely naked.

He hadn't even seen you standing in the doorway either.

He hadn't heard your feet padding on the floor nor did he sense you sneaking up behind him until he felt it, a sound, hard smack on his left ass-cheek which had been exposed for your eyes to see.

"Well ahoy there Admiral!" you exclaimed, delivering the hard smack to his ass.

Bob yelped, turning around suddenly, cupping his junk in his hand and an over-exaggerated scowl on his face. There you were, (Y/n) Floyd, his lovely, sweet little wifey looking all innocent in your low cut, lacy white nightgown and a laughing smile on your face.

"Stop grabbing my ass," Bob said rather flatly, the expression still on his face.

"But the full moon was out and little wolfy couldn't help but howl," you said teasingly.

"Yeah well, little wolfy did more than howl," Bob pointed out.

You giggled a little, still blushing at your husband's naked form standing in front of you.

Yet the expression on Bob's face seemed to soften as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, catching you completely off guard and drawing a small moan out of you.

"Shhh, not another word," Bob told you gently.

You moaned again, the tingling between your legs becoming almost unbearable as his fingers parted the front of your nightgown, never once breaking the kiss that kept you both together. You arched your partially exposed breasts against his gentle fingertips, moaning when they brushed against your nipples.

Bob drew you in close, your leg flung across his hip as he buried his face in your neck and rutted against you. His groans, though quiet, were still obscene, more so when his hand pushed up the filmy skirts of your nightgown to caress your bare ass.

"You've been hiding this pretty little ass from me, haven't you Mrs. Floyd?" he groaned.

"Oh Bob.....please!"

Bob trailed all the sloppy, open mouthed kisses he possibly could between your cleavage, wanting to draw it out as slowly as possible. He very carefully laid you down on the bed, slipping his already hardened cock between your legs and moaning at the wetness that had already gathered.

"So wet for me, aren't you sweetheart?" he mumbled against your skin.

You could hardly get the words out, wanting him to push his cock further in. You reached in between the both of you, your hand a little cold despite your body feeling like it was on fire.

"Ah-ah!" Bob chided gently, moving your hand aside. "No more grabbing, Mrs. Floyd."

You feigned a pouty look before he smiled and kissed you again, the softness of his lips just enough to make some of your slickness gush onto his cock.

Bob's hips began rubbing against yours, slowly at first but as you both began to reach your high, his thrusting grew more rigorous as obscene thoughts began to fall off his tongue and out of his mouth.

"Wanna give you another baby Mrs. Floyd," Bob mumbled, his hips rubbing against yours. "Can't tell you how pretty you looked with Deidre.......all round and full with her resting in your tummy. Wanna get you full again."

You hissed and swore under your breath as he whispered all that dirty talk into your ear. You felt the wetness between your legs getting worse as his lips nipped at your ear and down your cheeks again. You both let out something akin to a moan and a whimper as Bob's hips stuttered against your own, your lips grazing against each other's as your rapid breathing began to even out.

You felt Bob's lips curling into a smile against your cheek before he kissed you and his heart beating fast in his chest as he lay on top of you. "Gimme a minute and I'll clean us both up," Bob groaned.

You kissed the crown of his head, your fingers running through his curling dark blonde hair that was still wet from the bath. "No need to hurry Bob," you assured him. "We've got all weekend."

You both helped clean each other up as best you could but soon, the sleepiness had gotten to you both. You and Bob both lay against each other in bed, himself still naked as you rested your head on his bare chest, listening to the sweet sound of his heart beating in your ear. Your gentle kissing and caressing was putting you both to sleep, totally relaxed and at ease with each other.

"Did you mean what you said Bob?" you asked.

"About what?"

"About......wanting another one?"

Bob smiled sleepily. "Sweetheart," he said sweetly. "There's always room for one more in the family and so much love to go around."

You smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as you fell asleep in each other's arms, yet the smiles on yours and Bob's faces had said it all, those same smiles you wore on the nights that Auggie, Patrick and Deidre had been concieved and the same stirring you felt in your belly when it had took.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #admiral!bob #admiral!bob floyd #admiral!bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

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multifan2022 · 11 months

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*Prewarning.. this is my first attempt at writing again.. I haven't touched my laptop since January so bare with me lol*

You could feel the warm wetness running down the side of your neck as you sat pinned at a weird angle. There was a sharp and hot pain every time you took a breath as you tried to remember where you were. What was the last thing you did? You couldn't remember getting in the bronco. Didnt remember driving away from the house. All you could remember was fighting with Bradley.

“Why would you say that to him Brad?! You know how devastated he was when Goose died! You're not the only person that hurt Rooster! FUCK!” You slammed your hands down onto the counter, having a hard time even looking at your husband. While you and your dad were not close, you never blamed him for what happened with Goose. Sure you blamed him for the short break up between you and Bradley as young adults but clearly that was in the past. All you wanted now was for them to figure it out, you wanted to be a family, have a family. But now as Bradley stood here looking at you the same way he looks at Mav.. You were questioning things..

You hadn't even noticed that you called him Rooster.. A thing that just started after the move back to Fightertown. Because you had always known Bradley, he wasn't Rooster too you.. But every night when he came home, a little more mad, and a little more distant, your Bradley was being replaced by Rooster. The aviator who was the best of the best, who was part of the 1%. But was also the aviator who had taken the anger and trauma Bradley had and used it to mold himself.

“No one to mourn you when you burn in… Really Bradley, because last time I checked, I am the one and only emergency contact for BOTH OF YOU!”

That if your rattled brain could remember correctly was the spark that lit the match. You and Bradley did not fight often, but when you did it was explosive. The kind of fights that left people in tears, the kind that led to words that should've been left unspoken. One of you always ended up on the couch for a few hours, normally both in tears until one of you couldnt take it anymore. Tonight was the first night that one of you actually left.

You didn't even know which part it was that pushed Bradley over the edge. Was it you telling him you couldn't have kids with him if he couldn't get his anger under better control? That you refused to keep Mavs grandkids from him one day over some pulled papers? Was it when you said that you had sacrificed enough to be with him, that you had to draw the line? Was it when you told him Goose and Carol would be disappointed in how he treated Mav today?

No matter what it was, the words he spoke as he left stung enough to leave you standing in the same spot for at least 30 minutes after he left. When you blinked and everything caught up with you, you realized the quietness of the house was turning your stomach. Without thinking you slipped shoes on and grabbed your keys. Originally you wanted to just drive your jeep around, clear your head since Bradley had just taken the doors and top off. But when you noticed the bronco still in the drive you couldn't resist being just a little close to Bradley.

That's how two hours later you ended up driving down some road next to some beach. Honestly at this point you weren't even sure where you were. All you could think about was how hard you were crying as Tim McGraw and Tswift came on. Highway don't care, it seemed poetic, if a song was ever written for the aftermath of this fight, it was this one. When it ended, you had decided it was past time to call Bradley, to find out where he was and at least get you both home. Unfortunately you accidentally knocked your phone out of the old cup holder and onto the passenger floor. One last attempt to save it before it flew out the open door was made.

You should've let it fly out the door. Because as you stretched across the cab, a car full of intoxicated teenagers came down the middle of the road. You could've sworn you heard someone yell your name as you sat straight up, jerking the wheel way too harshly in your panic to try and miss them. You desperately tried to keep control of the bronco as you skid sideways, unable to get control before it flipped down the side of the bank.

That's where you were now, wondering how much more Bradley would hate you for crashing his late fathers baby. In your concussed mind, this would be the feather that shattered your relationship. The nail in the proverbial coffin. Part of you registered how long you had been hanging sideways in your seat, the truck having stopped on the passenger side after flipping a few times. You registered that you were struggling to breathe, and definitely were bleeding. You didn't hear any sirens, knew that the teens had not stopped. But thankfully, as one Amelia Benjamin, was dropped off at home her conscience overran her fear of being in trouble.

So she told her mother and her boyfriend how she had been out drinking. How there had been a vehicle, one she swore she knew, that ended up off the road and she couldn't get anyone to stop. The two adults reassured her that while she was in trouble, she made a good choice in telling them. That maybe she saved someone's life. Little did they know how closely this would hit their little family.

Jake was over Bradley, the new found friendship they had was great. But it was two in the morning, and Jake honestly just didn't get it. He couldn't imagine having a lifelong love. A childhood best friend turned into the love of his life. So he couldn't wrap his brain around why Rooster was sitting in his kitchen right now. He also couldn't figure out who Rooster was mad at, himself or you? He told him as much and was surprised and worried when big brown eyes lifted from the floor with tears in them.

“Myself, I think.” Roosters voice croaked “Because she's right ya know.. How can I ask her to give me a family when I cant even be nice to her dad? You know I didn't even ask for his blessing? Not because I thought he would say no, but because I thought it would be a slap in the face to him.. I've always used her as a way to hurt him..” Rooster broke off in a sob. It hurt Hangman's heart to see how hard of a time his wingman was having. But if he knew you, and he felt like he did, you were going through it worse.

Taking a deep breath he pushed off his counter, annoyed that he was pulling his boots on with his impromptu sweat pants and grabbing his truck keys. Roosters watery eyes followed him before he jumped from his stool, understanding what was happening. When the two were finally in the truck Jake spoke, “Look Bradshaw, I know we aren't great friends or whatever, but I'm gonna tell you something that's gonna suck to hear.” Without looking he clicked the radio off before he continued. “Y/n.. She's a once in a lifetime kinda woman. The kind that will put up with just about anything to make things work. But once she draws a line in the sand, its there forever. Not just for you, but for the next guy too.”

The hair on Rooster's arms stood on end, not only because of Jakes words but he swore he heard another male voice whisper his name. “What do you mean.. The next guy..” Jake scoffed at how soft and confused Rooster's words were. “My man.. Do you think she will stick around if the one thing she asks of you, is something you refuse to do? She has already given up her father walking her down the aisle.. He wasn't even at the wedding right? She's moved all over to be with you. The only long term roots she has are from when she lived with you as a kid. When was the last time she asked something big of you?”

Rooster couldn't recall, causing Jake to just sigh and shake his head “I'm telling you this as your friend.. Fix this.. Because I wont fuck up where Maverick is concerned” Jake smirked at Bradley as they pulled into the driveway of your shared home. Rooster was practically out of the truck before it was in park, neither of them registering that the Bronco was gone. Jake watched as Bradley yelled your name, panicking more and more as he cleared each room. When he made it back to the living room he was already pulling his phone out. His thumb didn't even hesitate to click the call button as he tried to get ahold of you.

He called over and over again, not knowing that you were watching as your phone buzzed just a few feet from the car. You could swear you saw a man who looked just like Bradley walk up to the Bronco and give you a sad smile. Your eyes closed just as the bright blue and red lights started flashing close enough to illuminate your accident. Your last thought about how Bradley would get what he wanted. What his final sentence had been to you, come to life.. It just cost him the Bronco.

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The ER was nuts on a good night, but tonight a Nurse named Layla was panicking. She had only met you a few times, being one of Hangman's regulars. At first, when she heard the explanation of the vehicle she was sure it was a Bradshaw, but unfortunately there was no IDS in the car and the police in the rush of trying to save you, had missed your phone. It wasn't until she rushed into the room to help with the CPR rotation that she knew it was you. Your hair was matted back with blood, the number of cuts and bruises amazed her. She was even more amazed that the tattoo on your hip was untouched. The one of a rooster with aviators on, the one that had confirmed who you were.

Quickly announcing that she knew who you were she ran from the room. Slipping sideways as she tried to open her employee locker. She had never dialed Jake's number so quickly.

Jake felt sick after he hung up. He was thankful for Layla, honestly he had always really liked her and this made him feel like he needed to take the whole thing with her seriously. But as he looked at Bradley, who was practically hyperventilating he didn't know how he was going to get him to the hospital. Layla had told him it was bad, bad enough that she didn't know if you were going to make it. Hangman heard the words come out of his mouth before he could stop them. They were harsh and he wanted to take the way he said it back almost immediately. “Bradshaw, looks like I found your wife.. She's in the hospital.”

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Bradleys entire world came crashing down in a matter of nanoseconds. He kept trying to say what by only the wh would come out. He could see Jake's mouth moving as he ushered him back to the truck, and could comprehend that he was on the phone with Mav. But he couldn't grasp anything.

Well that is until the last interaction he had with his wife, the wife who was currently dying, played in his head. The one where he stormed out, didn't tell her he loved her. Didn't give her a kiss. Just said words that want to make him vomit now. Jake didn't fully hear him the first time he spoke, but when he asked Rooster to repeat himself, it took a lot of self control to not hit the man.

“My last words to her.. They were that I'd probably be better off without any of the Mitchells..”

Bradley's mouth tasted sour, his whole body weighed down as he cried silently. Thinking about how much he would hate himself if he couldn't make this right. What if you left him after this? Would you move in the Mav? Get with someone like Jake? God he doesn't think he could watch it. Doesn't think he could handle you even packing an overnight bag to be away from him for a night. Why did he always let this happen?

Why does he always let his anger just blurt out, why does he always take it out on you? When Mav had pulled his papers? It had been you he left. When his mom passed and you were trying to clean the house up for the wake.. It had been you he screamed at, even you whose head was right next to the wall he threw her favorite coffee cup into. But he only ever remembered the parts he liked. The memories where you held him while he cried and tried to pick up the pieces of that cup. Where he found a replacement in the cupboard a few days later. The parts of your story that made him feel loved. Like when he showed up at UVA, standing on your townhouse step with a duffle bag, sad eyes and apologies. It had been pouring rain, you had made him beg on his knees on the front porch before letting him in.

He didn't hear any of Jake's words on the drive, and was out of the car even sooner this time. His feet eat up the distance between him and the front desk attendant. When they tell him you're still unstable and he will have to wait, he almost passes out. Once again Jake leads him to a seat. He doesn't register anything that doesn't have to do with you. He barely notices as the other members of the squad show up. Maverick kneels in front of him trying to catch his eye. But when he does, Bradley loses it. The tears that have been silently streaming down his face are now coming out in full sobs. Bradley keeps apologizing over and over, for not treating his daughter the way he should have. For what he said, for how long he has let this go on. It's like sad but relieving word vomit.

Once Bradleys done, he moves on to reassuring an equally distressed Amelia. Who crying and sobs every word out as she explains to someone she looks at like a big brother, what happened. Bradleys not mad at her, hes not even mad at her friends. He's mad at himself, because had he grown up sooner, had he not been the reason for this fight, you wouldn't have been out on the road anyways. You would've been at home, wrapped up in his arms watching trash tv before having sex and falling asleep. He put you here, he knows that.

When Layla comes out and says a soft hi, it breaks her heart and fills it to see the entire group here. She's surprised when Jake comes and hugs her, kissing the top of her head and thanking her profusely. She spoke as frankly and kindly as she could. “It was touch and go for a while. We lost her a few times.. She was unconscious when the cops found her.. She's got a long road ahead of her. Collapsed lung, small brain bleed, lots of bruises and a handful of broken bones. She's stable for now, but I don't really have good news yet. The first 24 hours are crucial.”

All Bradley could hear as Layla led him and Maverick down the hall was that you had died.. Multiple times. He heard Mav gasp slightly as he entered the room, and it was like glue that forced Bradleys feet to stay in place. Layla paused as your dad walked towards you and turned to your husband. “I know this is hard Rooster.. But Y/ns a fighter.. She fought hard while in the Bronco, fought harder in the ambulance and here to stay with you.. But now she needs you..” Layla squeezed his arm as he took the small step to the doorway.

The scene in front of him was nothing like in the movies. Ones where they show someone who was ‘in an accident’ but is barely bruised up. No, because the woman laying before him couldn't be his wife. Your skin was grayish, instead of the healthy tan glow you had developed under the Cali sun. The multiple leads and wires you had on you helping to sustain your life made him sick. A collar around your neck to keep your head stable. There were gashes across your beautiful face, and bruises on every inch of skin he could see. He knew the next moment he had with you would be make it or break it. You would either wake up, and be happy to see him.. Or you would wake up and ask him to leave..

Now all he could do.. Was wait.

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 1 year

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Ruffling Feathers

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x gn!pilot!reader

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Summary: "It’s not my fault that your callsign is a flightless bird, dumbass." OR You hated Rooster. And his mustache. ...Until he made it hard to.

Word Count: ~4.6k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers. Arguing. Quite a bit of swearing. Flirting. Jealousy. Depictions of a plane crash and hospital room. Some angst, some comfort, some suggestiveness, and lots of fluff.

*Reader's callsign is Spider

A/n: Guess I just love writing angry!Rooster lol. This one took me a little bit, but I'd love to hear what you think! Thank you for reading <3

Stomping through the corridor, your flight suit pushed down to your waist, you tried calculating how hard you’d have to punch Rooster to knock that ugly mustache off his face —- or at least the stupid smug grin he always wore. Maybe Cyclone would only give you a lecture since you’re doing everyone a favor by shutting Rooster up.

The pain from digging your fingernails into your palm did nothing to distract you from the anger rising through your body. Just when you’d get the fastest time on the team, there he’d be climbing from his plane with a time just barely beating yours. You’d answer one of Cyclone’s questions in class only for Rooster to correct you on the most insignificant detail — all with that shit-eating smile.

He was a careful pilot, one that didn’t always act on impulse. But he threw all of that out the window when it came to you, clogging the comms with his amused comments to throw you off concentration. You didn’t take that lying down, either.

But today, the back-and-forth bickering came with a cost. He’d been in the middle of throwing an insult your way, even though you were on the same team, when Coyote shouted through the comms at him.

“You’re down.”

His only response came with a string of swears.

Phoenix quickly followed with, “Got you too, Spider” as she locked onto your jet too. Her words had you dropping your head back against the seat, realizing Rooster came last with you just barely above him.

All that fighting had thrown you off, making both of your flying sloppy. You told him as much on the tarmac as you both completed 100 push ups for coming out at the bottom. As a burn bled through your arms, you considered strangling Rooster. Maybe when he wasn’t looking, like in the shower. Not that you often thought of him showering.

But now, walking toward the locker room, your anger began to subside — despite the sweat dripping along the side of your face and your aching arms. But any hope for peace shattered when you rounded the corner, nearly bumping into Rooster.

A scowl immediately overtook your expression as you stepped back, taking in his form — already clean and sweat-free. It only fueled the explosive fire inside you. “Watch where you’re going, Bradshaw,” you told him.

“You should’ve listened to that advice in the air today, sweetheart,” Rooster shot back, his gaze locked on you. He had slicked back his hair, the ends of it still dripping wet.

You crossed your arms, accidentally making your slick skin stick together. “Oh, eat shit. You sabotaged me on purpose today.”

“Oh, so trying to save your ass is sabotage now?” He lifted an eyebrow, that frustrating glint in his eyes.

“God, you just never shut up, do you? Clearly, ‘saving my ass’ didn’t work, did it? And maybe if you stopped talking for one minute, I could actually focus on flying instead of wishing my plane would ram into yours.”

“Me?” Rooster nearly shouted, his jaw ticking. He stepped just an inch closer when you nodded as if it were obvious. “You’re the one that kept saying I couldn’t fly for shit, and look who actually can’t.”

“It’s not my fault that your callsign is a flightless bird, dumbass. And that was only because you kept calling me an asshole,” you told him, now pointing a finger right into his chest.

He scoffed at you. “Oh, and I wonder why I’d ever say something like that, Spider.”

With how close his face was to yours now, you could pick out the pool of colors in his eyes or count the freckles across his tanned cheeks. And before another retort could come to mind, the sound of someone coming toward the two of you echoed from the other end of the hall.

You broke away from him, telling yourself that your quickened pulse came from how infuriated Rooster made you. “Whatever,” you muttered, sidestepping him and making the rest of the walk to the locker room, your heart in your throat the entire way.

Ripping your flight suit off and finally getting clean, even with shaky arms, you finally took a slow breath. Your fingers rubbed down your face as water from the showerhead dripped along your body. You scrubbed until your skin grew angry with you — but you just let the water wash away the day, the setbacks, and any thoughts of Rooster, promising yourself that you wouldn’t let him get the better of you again.

And you’d kept your word for a little bit, biting your tongue when he tried to get under your skin. Turning the other way when Hangman joined it to revel in the teasing. Instead, you let Phoenix rip him to shreds when they got on her nerves too. Things quieted down even — hallway spats became silent head nods as you passed one another. You’d call that a win, especially since his mouth stayed shut.

It certainly became easier to tune him out when flying, just focusing on you and the plane speeding through the air. Hangman gave an instigating laugh, but all you saw was the course to run. Breathe in, breathe out. You were a good pilot.

And when you came back down, Cyclone congratulated you on getting the fastest time of the day. You nearly waited for the inevitable “But…” that followed after Rooster, but it never came. Instead, you were met with a pat on the back from Bob and Phoenix and no extra push ups for the day.

Your body felt lighter as you walked to the locker room, back to your room, and even all the way to The Hard Deck. Fresh and wearing clothes that actually fit well, you entered arm-in-arm with Phoenix to the bar.

You two ordered drinks, chatting with Penny as the place grew busier as the night passed along. She quickly became too distracted to keep talking, but you just sipped on your drink, enjoying the good mood. More pilots arrived, giving you the chance to talk with them in between turns at the pool table.

Coyote even convinced Bob to a game, goading the rest of you into placing bets. The laughter and smiles between everyone brought a glow to your vision. You and Phoenix were the only ones to bet on Bob winning, but it was worth it for his wide grin.

And despite Rooster also showing up, in that horrible Hawaiian shirt of his, you still managed to avoid him and keep civil. He didn’t even try to instigate anything — though that didn’t stop you from looking away any time he caught your eyes on him. But the competitive game going on proved distraction enough.

Coming down to the final shot, the game had every pilot leaning in. Several of them threw comments out to distract Bob as he lined up his shot. But a smile broke out on your face as Bob sunk the 8 ball, beating Coyote, and leaving both of them with looks of complete disbelief.

You threw up your hands, clapping louder than all the booing. Others eventually joined in despite their losing bets, cheering for Bob’s unexpected victory. The way Coyote shook his head had you giggling until your stomach hurt.

You gave a congratulatory pat on Bob’s shoulder as you thanked him for the money he won you. Collecting the pool of cash along with Phoenix, you told her, “Going to head to the bar, spend my winnings on another drink.”

She gave you a smile before you weaved through the crowd. Over the cheers and music, you asked Penny for another drink as you counted up your winnings. Plenty happy with the amount, you waited, turning around and resting your body back against the bar’s edge. The bubbling warmth never left your body when you hung out like this. Though a voice to your side broke you from the moment.

“You can put that drink on my tab, actually. Thanks.”

Turning, you were met with a handsome man you hadn’t seen here before. As Penny handed you your drink, you gave her a gracious nod.

“Thank you, um…”

“Will,” he answered for you with a smile. And he certainly did have a nice smile. “To celebrate your victory.” He nodded toward the pool table, raising a beer to your drink.

“Well, he did all the work,” you laughed, leaning forward just an inch, though it was enough to pick up on the comforting scent coming from Will. You happily took a sip along with him.

“But you were smart enough to bet on him.”

A smile broke out on your face, gesturing out a hand as you said, “See! Finally, someone recognizes my gambling prowess.”

He bit back a grin of his own as he leaned his head in closer. His finger pointed toward the pool table again as he asked, “Alright, so since you’re an expert, who’s going to win the next one?”

You felt the heat of his body radiating onto you. The waves of it proved slightly distracting as you saw Hangman and Fanboy racking up the pool balls. Still staring at them, trying to hold back the warmth rushing to your cheeks, you said, “Tall, blond one definitely. He’ll cheat if he has to.”

“Okay, I won’t be going up against him then,” he laughed.

You turned back to Will, watching him run a hand through his dark hair. Did you wish your hand was going through his hair? Probably.

He then asked, “Since you know how to pick winners, what are the odds of you beating me in pool?”

Raising your eyebrows, you told him, “Never seen you play, but I’d have to guess that you’d sink two in before I win.”

Lifting up his hands in surrender, Will shook his head. “Fair enough. I won’t put money on the line for that game. But…” he said, dragging his eyes across you, “what are the odds, then, of me taking you out sometime?”

You tried fighting the grin etching along your face at his cheesiness, not that you minded all that much when it came with that smile. As you were about to respond, the last person you wanted to see snuggled right up to your side.

“Hey Spider, Phoenix’s been asking for you,” Rooster said. His arm rested against the bar right behind your back, the weight of it along your spine.

You looked between him and Will, your teeth grinding together. “I’m sure she can wait a minute, Bradshaw.”

“Said it was important,” he insisted, smiling the entire time at the two of you.

“Fine,” you muttered, offering a fake grin to Rooster. “I’ll be right back,” you told Will.

You pushed past Rooster, weaving through the crowd once again with your fist clenched. Of course he had to show up. You shook your head, willing yourself to keep him from getting to you.

Back with the team, you came back to find Hangman in the lead against Fanboy and quickly returned to Phoenix.

“Hey, what’s up? What’s going on?” you asked, hoping something terrible wasn’t happening.

But she sat there, beer in hand and a wide smile until she processed your words. “Just watching them play. What’s wrong?” Her eyebrows furrowed together. “Does it have to do with that hunk chatting you up over there… Oh, where’d he go?”

Your face twisted as you turned, standing on the tips of your toes and straining your neck to see over everyone. Right where you and Will had been was now occupied by strangers, the man nowhere to be seen. But you did find Rooster as he walked back toward your team.

“No goddamn way.” You muttered it under your breath, your face dropping in disbelief. “Hold this, I’m going to kick Bradshaw’s ass,” you told Phoenix. The blood rushing through you pounded in your ears, blocking out anything she might’ve said.

“Where is he?” you asked, venom laced in your voice as you walked up to Rooster. The laidback hang of his shoulders and that dumb fucking mustache nearly made you scream your words at him.

But Rooster just raised an eyebrow at you, holding his beer. “Where’s who?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to take a breath. “Will. The man I was talking with before you interrupted, remember?”

“Ah, right. He left, had to go somewhere.”

“God, Rooster. What did you say to him?” you asked, shoving a finger into his chest. “Though I don’t know why I’m asking since you’ll probably lie like you did about Phoenix.” You crossed your arms, squeezing them against your body.

Rooster sighed, bringing his beer up to his mouth to take a sip.

“Look, I’ve seen him around here before. Goes home with someone different every time.”

Scoffing at him, you stared daggers through his eyes. “You’re so full of bullshit. Even if that is true, I can find that out for myself, okay? You’re not my dad or something.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to save you from getting your feelings hurt,” he said, pretending to put his hands in the air like he was innocent. “God knows how bad we’d crash and burn if your heartbroken ass did worse up there.”

You stepped back, feeling like he knocked the air from your lungs. Pushing past him, your shoulder hitting his, you left The Hard Deck — not even to find Will. You couldn’t handle either of them right now, not when you had to deal with Rooster ruining your night while pretending to care about you.

After that, for your sake, you’d made it your mission to stay away from him as much as possible. You refused to acknowledge his comments or even look his way. Classes were quieter, and insults were no longer thrown across the halls at each other. At least you wouldn’t be misplacing your trust again.

You had other teammates you could rely on, could trust with your life. But either fate hated you or Cyclone loved drama because he paired you up with Bradley Bradshaw once again — as if the universe and the class had to have another laugh at your misery. You just nodded your head at Cyclone as he named the two of you off, standing so still as if it could help you disappear.

Talking rose again as duos came together to discuss the practice exercise. But not the two of you. Your hard stare just fixated on the horizon. Even hearing him clear his throat set your body on edge.

“I’m, uh, sorry for how last weekend went,” Rooster offered, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, not needing it to cause a lecture from Cyclone on how to work with your teammates. Your refusal to give an answer left a space of buzzing silence, one that Rooster filled again. “Didn’t mean to sabotage it, but I’m not letting a dickhead mess with my friends, alright?”

“Friends?” you asked, finally turning to look at him. “Is that what we are, Rooster?”

“Look, we’re on a team. We watch each other’s backs.”

A scoff escaped under your breath. “Oh, like when you got the both of us killed the last time we were on a team?”

As the words left your lips, Rooster placed his hand on your shoulder. The grip made you look at him straight, the sound of everyone else drifting to the background. “I never tried to sabotage you up there. I really tried to save your life. Okay?” His fingers squeezed when you didn’t answer. “Okay?”

With scrunched eyebrows, you said, “Okay, fine. Doesn’t mean you don’t flood the comms with useless talking to distract me, though.”

As his hand dropped back to his side, he raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh, so I’m distracting to you?” And there it was, that Bradshaw smug grin back in place. A small part of you in the back of your mind, or the left side of your chest, had missed it.

You weakly pushed against his arm, shaking your head. “I’m going to rip your mustache off.”

Cyclone called you all to start the exercise, the two of you among the first up. As you walked to your jets, Rooster said, “Oh, so you’re thinking about my mustache now? I understand, she is a beauty.”

You let out a long groan while fighting back a smile, which he absolutely saw through, before pulling on your helmets. Climbing into the plane and strapping in, you let the few moments of silence before flying into the sky center yourself again — to not let Rooster, good or bad, get in your head.

It was a regular dogfighting exercise, one that’d become part of the curriculum since Maverick came through. But it’d be you and Rooster against Hangman and Payback.

In the air, before it even began, in the buzzing quiet before it all descended into chaos, Hangman flew past you much too close for comfort. It shook your jet, making you let out a long sigh. You looked to your side, watching Rooster give you a thumbs up before Cyclone appeared in the comms.

“First team to get a lock on both members of the other team wins. That easy,” he told you all.

That easy. They were good pilots, you all were. It’d be a long fight.

Immediately, you and Rooster split off in opposite directions. He climbed higher toward Hangman as you dropped, aiming for Payback’s jet.

Payback broke left, rolling his plane to the side as he evaded you. The world around you, the wispy clouds and landscape below, blurred past. Each time you came close to locking on, he’d pitch up or hit the throttle — always keeping you just out of reach.

“Spider, Hangman’s closing in on your six,” Rooster said through the comms.

In an instant, all of your focus on trying to eliminate Payback now switched to evading in any way you could.

“Almost got you now, Spider…” you could hear Hangman say. Your jaw clenched, your muscles squeezing harder with each passing second.

Braking hard, you rolled right toward the nearby cliffs, trying to keep him from locking on. You gained altitude with the little time you had of shaking Hangman for just a second, flying back around until you saw Payback in your view again.

If you went for him, Hangman would certainly be back on you in an instant.

But Rooster’s voice hit your ears. “Go for it.”

With those three little words, you threw your trust into Rooster. You sped up, diving for Payback and leaving Rooster to cover you. And he did. Without a second thought.

“Got lock.”

“You’re down!”

Your voice mixed with Hangman’s, two simultaneous kills. Hangman left Payback at your mercy. Rooster sacrificed himself to Hangman.

“See you back at base, Spider. Give him hell,” Rooster said, his jet peeling off and heading in the opposite direction alongside Payback’s.

You pulled up, looking all around for Hangman — until he showed up on your radar just below you.

“It’s almost too easy,” he drawled with that lazy laugh.

Hitting the brakes, you pulled behind him. Just as you angled down, close to locking on, he rolled left, pitching the plane up and trying to loop behind you.

The two of you switched back and forth, the unrelenting sun piercing through the glass. Sweat began to bead along your forehead, dripping down to your neck.

Only once you’d chased Hangman toward the cliffs did you gain any sort of hope of taking him down. His flying became just a bit more reckless, giving you a chance to counter his maneuvers. Your lock grew closer and closer to his jet, your victory on the tip of your tongue.

The lock sound began to buzz as you said, “Got y-”

Your plane shook as something rammed into your plane. Only once Hangman’s voice shouting “Bird strike!” did you register what happened.

The damage done to your jet’s engines appeared at once, the jerking of your jet ate down to your core.

“Left engine out,” you panted, pressing the button to cut fuel to it as you tried gaining altitude. Your body felt heavy, falling back into the seat with panicked breaths. The right engine quickly caught too, leaving your dashboard blinking every warning light it could manage. Your stomach climbed into your throat as you lost control, the plane beginning to spin out.

Your hands shakily wrapped around the ejection handle, your lungs feeling squeezed tight. Pulling as hard as you could, your seat flew from the jet. Between the jerk of your body as the parachute released and the fiery crash of your plane into the ground a few moments later, you barely saw anything before hitting the desert all too fast.

You vaguely remembered rolling, or maybe the world was spinning, before you were consumed by darkness.

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In flashes of memories, you caught the intense whirring of a helicopter, vague shapes of people rushing around you, and… was that Rooster? You couldn’t be sure, not when the pain took hold of your body, pulling you down under again.

–

The echoing emergency alarms of your jet slowly bled into the beeping of medical machines, the light of the sun into bright fluorescents above, and the lingering voice of your team… stayed.

As your eyes fought to open, the world came into focus in bits and pieces. Your throat felt so dry and painful — but it left your mind when the aching of the rest of your body rose to the surface. The groan tumbling from your mouth only fueled the sting.

But he did help, ready at your side and telling you to take it easy.

“Hey, Spider. Slow down. Hey,” Rooster pleaded, his voice desperate against your ears. But only once his hand gingerly wrapped around yours did you finally stop fighting.

You turned to look at him, mind still fuzzy. But it wasn’t hard to focus on him, your gaze unable to rip away from the dark honey of his eyes.

“Hi.” His whisper entwined around each curve of you, settling onto your skin like a blanket you never wanted to take off.

You grabbed the cup of water he handed you, gulping it down until it soothed your throat.

“Hi,” you finally returned, offering a slight smile. Laying back in the bed, feeling the slight pull of the tubes attached to your body, you asked, “So, what’s my damage?”

Your head lulled to the side, watching Rooster slightly relax at last. The clench of his jaw eased, his shoulders fell.

“Nothing that could stop you. Fractured bone here, internal bleeding there…” he joked, but his grin didn’t reach his eyes. “But you’re alive. You’ll be just fine.”

That eased your nagging thoughts, though you guessed he said it for himself as much as he said it for you.

You squeezed his hand, loving the weight of it on yours. “Thank you.”

He nearly rolled his eyes, as if to say that he didn’t deserve it. “For what?” he asked, the taste of bitterness dripping from his words.

“For having my back, Rooster.”

You said it like it was the most obvious thing. It was to you. Even though he didn’t always show it in the way you’d expect, or even like for that manner, he was there.

He nodded. “You’d do the same for me.”

You would. In a heartbeat.

He whispered, “We all heard you on the radio as it happened. I made them let me on the helicopter to rescue you… Thought you were gone. Couldn’t handle it.” His hand rested over his mouth, his eyes fixed on the ground.

“I’m here, okay? You said it, I’ll be just fine,” you told him, wanting to pull him in if you weren’t stuck in this bed. But then his words registered. “Wait, you forced yourself onto the rescue helicopter? Are you insane?”

You smacked his arm, scoffing at him. You teased him, but it brought a smile to his face.

“That’s what you got from that? Okay, this is the last time I admit to caring about you,” he said behind a wave of laughter bubbling out.

Though all it did was further fuel you, bringing a disbelieving look to your face. “Oh my god, Rooster. I get it now. You were totally jealous of Will.”

“Oh god, why would I be jealous of that tool?” he groaned, pulling away from you. “I think your pain meds are too strong.”

“Calling him a tool like that is such a jealous thing to say!”

“Not if he’s actually a tool.”

You brought your hands to your lap, playing with the sheet as you said, “Wow, who would’ve thought that Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw actually cared abou-”

“I know you didn’t have to do those push ups with me, Spider,” he interrupted. He looked straight at you then, not even fighting his kind smile. “That punishment was only for last place, and you didn’t get last.”

You pursed your lips, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks under his gaze. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to give him an innocent look. But you did, and you knew that he had gotten last trying to save you, even when the two of you bickered, so you paid the price with him.

His eyes softened. “I think you do. And I think that you also care more than you let on.”

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as Rooster grabbed your hand again, his thumb rubbing along the backs of your fingers. You stared down at where your bodies intertwined as you asked, “Did you really wait here for me the whole time?”

He nodded, his swept-back hair falling forward. But at your growing smile, he warned, “Spider, don’t ruin this.”

“You’re just a big ol’ softy, aren’t you? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like like me.” You laughed despite the ache that came with it. It meant you were alive, after all.

Rubbing a hand down his face, he said, “I think that’s enough. You’ve ruined it. Happy now?”

“Quite.”

After a comfortable silence spread through the room, just the sounds of your breathing and the machines beeping, Rooster said, “I do like you. Hope you know that.”

The flutter in your chest spread through your body, pushing the pain to the back to be replaced by a floating feeling. You didn’t think it would take so much for Rooster to admit his feelings, but you supposed it didn’t surprise you.

He looked to you, worry etched into the curves of his face as he waited for your response. It barely looked like he breathed, sitting frozen still until you answered.

Shaking your head, you told him, “Rooster, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’m really going to rip off your mustache this time.”

A wide, toothy grin overtook his face. “There you go again about my mustache… You’re obsessed, aren’t you?” he said, his hand moving to rest on your cheek.

Rooster inched closer, careful to not put any weight on you or cause any pain. “Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips.

But impatience ran through you, making you twist your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him against you. Melting into him, you thought this felt better than any painkillers the doctors could prescribe you. It made you dizzy and craving more, until you were broken apart by Phoenix obnoxiously clearing her throat from the doorway.

As he kissed you one more time, the rest of the world drifting away, you couldn’t quite say you hated his mustache anymore.

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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter VI

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Pulls you in, you can’t get enough

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving) handjobs, spanking, ass play, unprotected sex, etc.

Bradley was exhausted, but he lay awake for a while after you drifted off, thoughts racing through him. He’d never felt so much so quickly before; scary and exciting at the same time. He can’t help but wonder if this is it, if you’re the one as he succumbs to sleep.

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You wake up against Bradley’s warm back and you smile at his soft snores. There’s a pleasant ache between your legs and a not-so-pleasant one in your hip. No wonder he thinks your mattress is so comfortable, his is awful.

You straighten your legs in a stretch before curling closer to Bradley, your arm wraps low on his stomach, accidentally brushing your hand across his morning wood. His snoring slows to stops as his hips unconsciously seek out your hand and he sighs as you slip your hand down his boxer briefs to circle him, using the precum gathered at his tip to lubricate your strokes.

You’re guessing he’s still asleep as he isn’t holding back his breathy pants and moans, the unashamed sounds causing you to grow wet. His hips are flush with yours and you can’t help but imagine fucking into him this way, stroking his cock while nailing his prostate with each thrust.

His sounds are getting needier and his hips are thrusting into your fist on their own accord, you can tell he’s getting close. He stirs as you kiss along his back.

“Ohhh Row, that—that feelssofuckinggood” he groans, cum coating the front of his underwear. He rolls to his back and shivers as you stroke him past the point of overstimulation. He watches you bring your coated fingers to your lips to clean with your tongue.

“You can wake me up like that any time,” he chuckles breathlessly. He kicks off the cum-stained briefs and climbs over you, kissing your lips, and asks, “How are you feeling this morning? Still sore?”

“Just a little, my hip feels worse though. You’re right, my mattress is way comfier.” You laugh.

“I definitely need to upgrade. Maybe you can help me pick one out since you’ll be staying here sometimes.”

“Will I?” You ask, biting your lip.

“Yep, I’ve already decided. I haven’t slept that well in years. And I’ve never been woken up that good either” he says with the cutest smile.

“Glad I have a say in this,” you laugh, leaning up to kiss him, biting his lip and you pull away.

“I think you’ll learn that I’ll be the one wearing the pants.” He looks at you with a serious expression but cracks into a grin when you quirk your brow. “I’m kidding. We both know you’ll be the one wearing the pants. Actually, I’ll prefer if neither of us are wearing pants…” he murmurs as he kisses down the slight curve of your belly.

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He eats you out slowly and gently, with so much tenderness it’s almost apologetic. He brings you off 3 times before you’re whimpering and holding him back by his hair.

Your phone dings from the nightstand. You ignore it, but it continues going off.

“You better check it, seems urgent,” Bradley says, finally relenting.

“It’s probably Sunny, she wanted to meet for brunch and get all the deets on us” you reply, trying to catch your breath.

You reach for it and Bradley grabs his before coming to lie next to you.

Sunny: Are you awake?

Sunny: I know we said brunch, but do you guys want to come over? Assuming you spent the night at Bradley’s. Bob’s making breakfast and then we’re taking Steve to the beach, Jake and Nat are meeting us there. It’s probably one of the last warm weekends we’ll have for a while. You should come too!

Sunny: You know I’ll call if you don’t respond soon.

Sunny: Rowannnnn.

Rowan: Lol. Yes, I’m awake.

Rowan: Yes, I spent the night.

Rowan: I’ll ask Bradley quickly.

“Not sure what you have planned today, but Sunny wants to know if we want to go to their place for breakfast and then the beach with Steve. Jake and Nat are meeting them there.”

“Sure, sounds good. I don’t have anything planned for today. You gonna wear a bikini?”

You laugh, “Yeah, I’ve got the perfect one in mind.”

Rowan: We’re in.

Sunny: Yay! I can’t wait for you to meet Steve!

Rowan: Me either! I so miss having a dog. We’ll be there soon.

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Bradley offers you some clothes so you don’t have to wear your dress. You freshen up in the bathroom before pulling on his ‘US Navy’ tee and a pair of shorts. You snort at your reflection and walk back into the bedroom.

“I look like Adam Sandler” you laugh.

He turns and chuckles, “No, you look cute. I like seeing you in my clothes.”

You smile. You like it too.

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Bradley changes into his swim trunks and grabs an extra pair of clothes and 20 minutes later you pull into Bob and Sunny’s driveway.

You hear excited barking as you approach the front door.

You crouch as Bob opens the door and are greeted by the cutest three-legged golden retriever.

“You must be Steve! Ohmygoodness you are such a cute pupper, aren’t you?” You laugh as he sniffs your ears, “Ah! That tickles!”

“He’s got a thing for ears, sorry. I think he heard us talking about going to the b-e-a-c-h earlier and is a little overexcited” Bob says, laughing as Steve zooms through the yard. “Come on in, food’s ready.”

“Oh my God, you look like Adam Sandler” Sunny laughs as she sets plates out on the island, before coming around to wrap you in a hug.

“That’s what I said!”

“You’re also walking funny. Your vag okay?” She whispers.

“Yeah, I’m a little out of practice and he’s fucking huge” you whisper back as she releases you.

“I knew it! He would never tell me where he got his call sign, it makes sense now” she says lowly, “We’ll talk later?”

You nod, taking the seat by Bradley.

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An hour later, you’re back in the Bronco, laughing as you watch Steve claim the window seat in Bob’s truck, forcing Sunny in the middle. It doesn’t look like she minds though.

“Man, I’ve wanted a dog for so long. Steve’s the best.” Bradley says, watching them too. “But it’s so hard with the deployments and the long days.”

“Me too. I grew up always having a dog. I was alone in the city and my apartment in Denver didn’t allow dogs either. Maybe I’ll be able to get one here, once I figure out where I’m going to stay long-term.”

Bob and Sunny follow you to Penny’s and Steve takes off towards the water as soon as Bob opens the door.

“Remember the last time you chased the seagulls?!” Bob yells as he takes off after him. Bradley kisses you before running after them both, “I’ll meet you out there!”

Sunny follows you upstairs and inside. “It’s so cute in here! You were always so good at decorating.”

“Thanks, I ended up needing to get a new bedframe last weekend after the movers broke mine,” you say as you take Bradley’s clothes off, laying the tee over the chair in your room so you can wear it to bed later. “Bradley took me to pick a new out, brought it back here, and assembled for me.”

“That sounds like something he’d do. Oh, I like it” She says as she runs her hands over the frame, “It’s sturdy enough to tie someone to.”

You laugh as you pull your bikini top over your head, “My thoughts exactly. There’s just something so hot about bringing a big, tough, military man to his knees, you know?”

“Yep,” she smiles knowingly. Sunny’s got a little kink in her too.

You pull on your cheekiest bottoms and check yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, Bradley is going to lose his mind when he sees that booty.” She says as she gives you a light smack.

“Perfect, that’s exactly what I was going for.”

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The guys are playing fetch with Steve as you walk to the shore. Bradley watches as you pull off your coverup and turn, bending at the waist to set out your towel, giving you the perfect view of your bikini-clad bottom.

“Ow, shit!” You look over your shoulder and Bradley’s rubbing his forehead, frisbee on the ground next to him.

“Sorry!” Bob yells.

Jake and Nat walk up laughing.

“Alright there Bradshaw?”

Bradley gives Jake the middle finger with a laugh. “Fuck you”.

Steve comes flying over to greet the newcomers, and Jake follows him back to the guys to continue their game of fetch.

“So you and Bradley…?” Nat smiles.

You nod. “Had our first sleepover last night.”

“You sure there was sleeping involved? I never would’ve guessed with how you’re walking today.” Sunny teases.

“Oh, believe me, I know how that goes. The day after we reunite when only one of us deploys is rough.” Nat laughs. “I’m excited for you two though. Bradley deserves some happiness after the hand he’s been dealt in life.”

You nod in agreement as you feel a wave of sadness for him.

“Tell me about your wedding plans, do you have a dress? A date picked? The venue?” You ask her.

She gives you all the details and pulls out her phone to show you a picture of her dress, which makes you gasp. “You look absolutely stunning, Nat. Jake’s going to be a mess when he sees you walking down the aisle.”

She smiles, “Thank you. Part of me doesn’t want him to cry, because then I’ll cry”.

“Who’s crying?” Jake says as he plops down next to her. Bradley, Bob, and Steve follow.

“I will be if you cry at the wedding,” Nat says, bumping him with her shoulder.

“I’ll do my best. No guarantees. I didn’t even make it through the proposal without crying”. Jake laughs.

“I think we all would’ve been in that situation,” Bradley says. Everyone murmurs their agreement.

Sunny had told you that Jake had popped the question during their last deployment after she and Bob were hit and lost an engine. Jake was a mess, not sure if they were going to make it back to the carrier, and had to watch while Nat made the rough emergency landing. Being that close to losing her made him realize how short and precious life is, and he didn’t want to wait any longer.

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You and Bradley take your time walking back to your apartment after the other two couples leave. You invite him up and are barely through the door before he’s groping your ass.

“You wore this just to tease me, didn’t you?”

“I told you I had the perfect one in mind.”

“You were right. I’ve been fighting a semi all day.”

You reach back to palm him. “This feels like more than a semi.”

“You just walked the stairs in front of me. I almost took a bite.”

You laugh and turn your head for a kiss.

“Maybe I’ll let you. Wanna take a shower first? I’ve got sand everywhere.”

“Yeah, me too. Shower sounds perfect.” He steps back to give you a harsh slap on your right cheek.

You turn around with a surprised gasp. He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I just needed to see that recoil.”

You laugh while you rub your cheek. “It’s okay…I liked it.” You walk to the bathroom and turn on the water, stripping out of your suit before climbing in. “I think you can tell I like being in control for the most part. But sometimes I want to give it up, too. I’ve never been dominated before…the only guy I tried it with stopped at any hint of resistance. Which is okay, I get it, but…I crave the fight. I won’t give in easily.”

Bradley steps in behind you, hard and erect against your ass. “That’s so hot,” he says as he laces his fingers through yours, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss. “I will love prying that control from your pretty little fingers, and fucking the fight outta you.”

You shiver. “I will too.”

He turns you both, pressing your hands to the wall in front of you before kneeling, the water running down his back. He places a kiss on the handprint he left. “I like seeing my mark here,” he murmurs against you, before biting it softly. He reaches for the teak shaving stool and has you stand on it before he devours you from behind. He brings you to orgasm quickly and before you even fully come down, he curls his fingers into you, sending you quickly over the edge again.

You place your heated cheek against the cool wall as you catch your breath. He rises to his feet behind you and places himself at your entrance. “This okay? Or are you still sore?”

You shake your head and arch your back, the movement enough to slip his head in. You groan in unison at the feeling. “I’m—it’s—that’s good. Sofuckinggood.”

He presses the rest of the way in, letting you adjust before fucking you at an unhurried pace. “Your pussy was made for this, you take me so well.” He grits out.

He spanks your left cheek next, leaving a matching handprint before a wet thumb traces over your puckered hole, the other wrapping around to circle your clit. “Can I touch you here, while I touch you here?”

You nod with a mewl and clench around him.

Your orgasm crashes over you when he presses harder with his thumb. You trigger his orgasm and he groans lowly, filling you with his cum as your pussy milks him.

Your legs are tremble as he pulls out of you. He guides you off the stool and kisses you tenderly before he reaches for your shampoo, lathering it in his hands before rubbing it in. He helps you rinse it out before taking the conditioner, avoiding your scalp and applying it halfway down to your ends.

He answers before you ask. “I helped my mom wash her hair before she lost it from chemo.”

Tears spring to your eyes, “She was very lucky to have a son like you.”

He gives you a sad smile and tips your head back to rinse it out. He washes your body next and your heart skips a beat at the tenderness he’s showing you.

Once you’re clean, you return the favor.

“God that feels amazing,” he moans as you massage the shampoo in, “No one’s washed my hair since I was a kid.”

The thought makes you want to cry; he’s touched starved.

“Do you want to stay for supper? I’ve got the stuff here to make lasagna.” You ask as you rinse it out.

“Yeah, lasagna sounds good.”

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Bradley helps you in the kitchen, much to your surprise and delight.

You turn on ESPN as you sit down to eat. “Do you like sports? I shouldn’t assume you do just because you’re a guy.”

“Yeah, I do. Football, basketball, baseball, hockey; I love it all.”

“Okay good, me too. Probably from growing up in my dad’s bar and was the only thing he had on TV.”

You talk sports as you eat and Bradley is surprised to hear you played hockey growing up.

“But…how? You’re so small?”

You laugh. “I was pretty average. The pads make you look a lot bigger. It was a good outlet for a lot of the anger and frustration I had, especially as a teenager. Have you ever been to an NHL game?”

“Nah, but I’ve always wanted to. We should go sometime.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Bradley takes your plates and insists that you stay put while he does the dishes. “You cooked, I’ll clean.”

“You helped the entire time!” You argue, laughing.

“Nope, now sit and relax.”

He joins you back on the couch a few minutes later, pulling you on his chest.

Sleep comes easily with the steady beat of his heart while his fingers play in your hair.

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A/N: For those of you who don’t like a submissive man…Bradley will take the lead on occasion but yes, Rowan wears the pants in their relationship.

I couldn’t get this chapter out for some reason, but i think it’s better, I fixed the flow when I did the reread today. Whatcha think?

Taglist/people who may be interested:

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@getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth

@lexixstewart

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#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #natasha phoenix trace #s

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cryptidclaw · 1 year

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Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is!

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place!

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish

Fish

Bass

Bream

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone

Apricot

Barley

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc.

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #?#Im tempted to use these in the au #some characters deserve some more fun names hehe #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors #warriors names #warriors naming #warriors prefixes

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phoenixsbby · 2 years

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This Must Be The Place - Rooster x Roommate!reader

summary: oh my god ... they were roommates. anyway, rooster’s a stage 5 clinger (and madly in love with you) and doesn’t realize until the threat of losing you presents itself.

WC: 5k

a/n: i’ve been thinking about a roommate trope series for awhile. some of the flashbacks/points in this fic that i emphasize, i may want to write entire fics for. if that’s something anyone (could be just one person lol) wants to see, let your girl know :)

warnings: angstttt, swearing, mentions of death, low key toxic behavior, some smut - minors dni (🤺)

There had to be new track marks indented in the carpet given how hard Rooster is pacing back and forth in the living room of the cottage. The room wasn’t big, there wasn’t much space to cover, but he can’t stop. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He’s restless, unable to settle down because where the hell are you?

Running was part of your routine now. A part of your routine he’s gotten used to since you moved in. You took advantage of the cooler evening San Diego temperatures and usually timed your runs to arrive back when he pulled in from work. Whether the timing was intentional, to ensure you’d see each other more, he wasn’t sure but, he didn’t stop to consider that because when he pulled in today, you were nowhere to be found.

You’re an adult, a grown up, and normally, Bradley wouldn’t stress about it. Maybe you went for an extra long run, maybe you stopped at the beach for a while. From the time he entered the cottage, changed into comfier clothes, and popped the lid off a beer, that’s what he told himself. Then thunder that sounded alarmingly deep and close rattled the house. Then rain started to fall, just a small sprinkle that quickly escalated into to a downpour. And you still hadn’t returned.

The darker the sky turned, the darker his thoughts about you became. Could you have been hurt and stranded in the storm, could you be lost? You’ve only lived in the area for a few months, maybe you decided to take a different turn and couldn’t find your way back. If that was the case, then why weren’t you answering your phone?

He’d texted (an embarrassing number of times) and called but it went to voicemail. The texts remained unread. And that fact in itself was what started to mix his worry with a brewing anger.

Anxiety, irritation, fear cloud any of his rational thoughts. He pictures you out in the rain, alone, shivering, scared and lungs for his keys. He’d find you, if he just drove around aimlessly, he’d find you.

Seconds before he can reach for the doorknob, it turns and you just stroll in. You’re soaked to the bone, so wet that the clothes you’d chosen to run in have essentially morphed into a new layer of skin. His eyes scan over your figure, he can make out every shape, dip, and bend of your body. The way the shirt sticks to the curves of your hips, your breasts. Your nipples poke through the thin material, no doubt hardened by the cold. God, if he wasn’t so pissed at you, he’d be very turned on. It was entirely possible that he was both.

“Hey.” You greet him, still a little breathless from the run. It felt so good to run in the rain. The water cooled your hot, sweaty skin, it coated you, calmed you, and pushed you to keep going. You’d lost track of time. Eventually, despite the rain keeping you fresh, your feet began to ache so you circled back. You felt a little guilty knowing you’d left Bradley alone at the house but, you weren’t expecting to see him looking so hurt.

“What’s-“

“Where the fuck have you been?” Despite the venom dripping in his tone, his voice remains eerily level. Goosebumps erupt across your skin and you’re almost positive it’s not from the wet clothes.

“Just running. I got a little carried away.” You take a tentative step closer. “Sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Why didn’t you check your phone? It’s dark and storming and you didn’t reply at all. Do you have any idea what I thought may have happened to you?” He raises his voice then, his face shades redder than before.

You scramble to pull your phone out from your pack and fumble it a few times in your slippery hands before processing what you’re seeing - many, many missed calls and texts from Bradley displayed across the screen.

Roos: Hey, I’m home. Long run?

Roos: Coming back soon? Looks like it’s going to storm.

Roos: Where are you?

Roos: Answer your phone.

Roos: I’m starting to freak out.

Roos: Just please, let me know that you’re okay.

You used to despise exercising. The idea of running, willingly, made you grimace. You had never felt the need to participate in the grueling activity. Then very quickly, very unexpectedly, your circumstances had changed. Penny recommended it to you when you informed her you hadn’t left the house, let alone your bed in days.

“I don’t want to get up, Pen.” You had told her over the phone, pressed between the pillows. “If I get up, then I have to think. And when I think, I only think about her.” Your voice cracked at the end, tears threatened to spill despite how sure you were that you couldn’t have any more tears left to cry. Somehow more always came.

“Have you thought about at least taking a walk? Maybe even a run?” You wanted to laugh but, laughing seemed almost as daunting as getting up. You loved your Aunt Penny, she had embodied the fun, cool aunt role so well. You had as many beautiful memories with her as you did with your mother, a sizable amount of them overlapping. You clung to all those memories now.

“Put some music on, your favorite songs, and just let your legs carry you. Tune everything else out. It feels good. Just try, for me?”

You’d do anything for Penny. Her advice may have saved you, it got you up and out into the fresh air. Your runs turned into your time to forget the world around you, to forget how cruel it could be. For however long you could manage, it was just you, your playlists, and the ground beneath you. You tended to silence your phone during that time, the less reminders distractions the better.

“I-“ You stutter, looking up from your phone back to him. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away.” You repeat yourself because that’s really all it was, it was harmless.

Except it’s so clear in the way Bradley’s jaw ticks with tension and his fists clench at his sides that it was not harmless.

“This is so typical of you, I don’t know why I expected anything else.” He shakes his head, letting out a humorless laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re irresponsible! You let things slide like they mean nothing to you!”

You feel his words like a punch to the chest, the air suddenly sucked from your lungs. After your mom died, you let yourself slip down a path of carelessness. You didn’t have experience before her death with mourning and you’d always considered yourself grateful for that. So when you experienced grief in its fullest, most powerful form, you disregarded a lot of things that you once cared deeply about. Friendships, work, even cleaning the damn apartment - none of that felt like it mattered if you didn’t get to share it with her.

Since you’d moved in with Bradley, you felt more responsible knowing someone else relied on you. A few times, you felt yourself slipping back into old habits but, you thought he understood that it only meant you were grieving all over again.

“It’s not that big of a deal to not answer my phone one time-“

“Oh my god! You do realize you’re being selfish right? Your feelings aren’t the only ones that matter!”

You gape at him, at this man you thought was your friend. He meant more to you than that, actually. Maybe that’s why you felt such a heavy pressure come over you at the thought of him believing these things about you. If you heard him say anymore, you’re sure your heart would burst under the weight.

You shake your head and grit your teeth, trying to be the bigger person. You want to get away from him before you say something you’d regret but that’s the problem in fighting with your damn roommate, there aren’t many places to go to be alone.

Your sopping clothes have chilled you so deep, you feel like your bone marrow has solidified into ice. If you’re going to be trapped in this house to sulk over your best friends insults, you may as well do it in a scalding hot shower.

You brush past Bradley and make a beeline toward the bathroom, cautious to avoid any contact.

“You’re just going to walk away?” You hear him call after you. You mishandle the doorknob before pushing the door open. “Grow up, Y/N!”

You slam the door closed behind you.

Bradley runs his hands down his face, releasing a deep, shaky sigh. He lets his body collapse down on the couch before resting his head in between his hands. He feels himself coming down from it, from the adrenaline of not knowing if you were okay, from fighting. He’s used to adrenaline, he’s grown accustomed and almost comfortable with the otherwise painful experience of his body coming back to itself.

His skin prickles and his head begins to pulse under his palms. He can’t believe he said those things to you, about you. None of what he said, he truly believed. Yet, he threw them in your face anyway. He used those guarded self-doubts and insecurities he’d coaxed out of you since you’d become friends against you.

He didn’t mean it.

He saw all of the ways you had grown and healed since coming to be closer to your aunt, since you rented out his small spare bedroom and tried to restart your life without your mom. He wants to praise you for it, not tear you back down to square one. Instead, he let his own fear take over and make him cruel.

Fear was the best way to describe it because what he realized he felt for you when you came back - it terrified him.

The worry when you were gone and the utter relief when you were okay, it stretched beyond what a concerned friend would feel. He was uneasy when you weren’t there, yes. His relief when you returned was almost paralyzing, yes. And maybe that was normal for roommates, for friends. But what wasn’t normal was the overwhelming desire to pull you against him tightly and kiss you senselessly just to ensure himself you were actually there, then never let go so he’d know you were 100% safe in his arms.

Not to mention the other burning need he felt when he saw your rain-soaked body. He saw the goosebumps, the shivers that wracked you. He wanted to warm every inch of your skin with his hands, his lips, his own body heat. That wasn’t somethings friends did.

You two had danced that line before, the thin divide between friends and something more. He wasn’t blind to the signals you’d sent him since adjusting to him and your new home, the signals he was sure he was sending back.

The memory of your body shuddering under his touch was permanently stamped into his brain. He’d pressed you up against the back brick wall of the Hard Deck, unashamed, determined to feel grounded again after returning from his assignment. They’d lost people on that mission. No one in his squadron but, that didn’t make it any less chilling. It could have easily been him. He’d known the risks of the job when he decided he wanted to be a Naval Aviator. The reward, the pride he felt when flying, always outweighed the risk for him.

When you moved in, he started getting used to seeing your pretty face when he came home every day. He got used to eating the dinners you’d cook (no matter how many times he promised it wasn’t necessary). He developed an ache to sit close to you and watch shitty reality TV. He down right cherished hearing your laugh and getting to experience your goodbye hugs, the way you clung to him like it may be the last time you ever got to.

He could have been shot down, died in that F-18, and for a while up in the air after, he thought about you.

God, when did he fall in love with you?

That night, behind the bar, your body reacted to him. There was an obvious attraction in the way you arched your back to press yourself into him. Was it just attraction, or was there something more?

He swears that there’s this look, a certain smile, that you reserve just for him. It’s affectionate, thoughtful, and there’s a distinct glow in your eyes that lights him from the inside out.

Finally crossing that blurred yet monumental line meant risking everything that you both developed in your time living together. You had planted this seed of friendship and watered it and nurtured it and it flourished. Bradley wasn’t sure he was ready to trim in at the root. He’d grown so comfortable with your presence that he’s worried without it, he’d feel hollow.

His mind and his body were at war. He ached to close the gap that he created between you two while he was still rapidly running through all of the ways it could go wrong.

He was standing up from the couch without fully comprehending it, leaning his forehead against the door of the bathroom without having a clue what to say. He pictures you just beyond that door, hot water cascading over you. His hands twitch at his sides with want - want to feel you, want to hold you not only for the pleasure but for a promise that he was there.

He once told you that you weren’t alone now that your mom was gone - he wanted to prove it.

The tap, tap, tap of knuckles against wood startles you slightly, jolting you out of a daze of unwanted thoughts. The lackluster water pressure and Bradley’s words had lulled you into thinking about how everything changed since the time Penny suggested you move to California. You want to believe that you were moving forward, that you had shed a layer of yourself that was all negativity and sadness off like snakeskin.

You’ve been making progress, haven’t you?

“Honey?”

You bring a hand up against the tile of the shower to steady yourself, dizzy and warm from hearing the nickname. You desperately wanted a callsign to fit in with your new friends and you bestowed the honor of choosing one for you on Rooster.

“Why ‘honey’? Cause I’m so sweet?” You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows from your position adjacent to Bradley on the porch swing. The cottage Bradley had offered you a room in had a perfect, little porch which a sliver of an ocean view. You were almost appalled at the fact that he didn’t have any seating out there to watch the sunset every night. That porch swing was one of the most important clauses in your ‘lease’.

Bradley agreed to the addition, not thinking much of it. He rarely had time to relax on the porch. He was always up early for work and returning after dark or too dead tired to think about plopping himself down anywhere other than the couch or his bed.

But the first time he pulled up in the Bronco and saw you, tucked under a blanket, yielding all your attention to the setting sun, he suddenly longed to spend every free second he had on that swing beside you.

“No way. Don’t get me wrong, you have your nice moments but-“ He was halted by a playful smack to the arm and tried his best not to grin too wide at the sound of your laugh. “No, what I mean is … honey is sticky. It’s always leaving a mess, it’s hard to clean up-“

“Dude!” You poked at his side and shook your head, your smile never dulling. “Is this supposed to flatter me?”

“What I’m trying to say is, it’s resilient. Strong.” He turned to face you, his smile softened down to a tender look. “You’re ‘honey’ because you’re those things.” He lifted a hand to your face, ready to wipe any tears that fell from your glassy eyes. “You’re kind of messy too.”

You swiped away his hand but let out a beautiful, loud cackle of a laugh that you’re sure the entire neighborhood heard.

“Yeah?” You call out weakly in response.

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes to you muffled behind the barrier of the door.

“Don’t worry about it.” You figure the quicker you can dismiss the conversation, the quicker the lingering feelings of his words will dissipate.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.” But had you? Whether or not he meant it, it still stung to think those thoughts, those feelings about you, flashed through his brain at all.

Silence follows. After a beat, you think you he may have walked away.

“Can I come in?”

You freeze, pressing your hand more firmly against the shower wall. If he came in, the only barrier left between you would be the shower curtain ... and your emotional baggage, of course. The idea of being physically vulnerable in front of Bradley didn’t intimidate or scare you - it excited you. It was the emotional vulnerability that had you hesitating.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about this through a door.”

“Can’t it wait?”

More silence, anticipation pools heavily in the bottom of your stomach.

“No.” You feel his response drench over you like the water from your shower had suddenly gone cold (but it hasn’t, you double checked).

“Okay. You can come in.” You listen carefully for the small squeak of the door when it opens and the sturdy click of it returning closed. You don’t dare to peek around the curtain. More anticipation gathers, bubbling into your throat, pushing words out eagerly to fill the tense silence.

“I shouldn’t have said those things.” His voice is so much cleared now, closer. It’s easier to hear the sincerity, the regret, in his tone.

“Yet you did.”

“I was scared.”

You come close to shoving him out of the room to hide behind the door again. Maybe then the rawness of his voice wouldn’t feel like it was splitting you in two.

“I know it was stupid to not check my phone. But despite what you may think, I am an adult. I can handle myself and I would have if something happened.”

“I know. I-“ He inhales a deep breath. “Yes, I was scared that you could be hurt or taken or whatever. But I was more scared of the idea of losing you. If anything ever happened to you ...” He releases the inhale and it comes out shaky. “I was scared because I realized I care about you. More than a roommate, more than a friend. And it would be really awesome to tell you this to your face, not to the shower curtain.”

You lift an unsteady hand to the curtain and pull it back slightly, revealing your face and some of your chest to oblige him. Your heart pounds heavier against your ribcage when you take him in. Leaning against the sink, he looks utterly destroyed. Like he’s in pain telling you this but also like he’s physically restraining himself from saying more, from reaching out and ripping the curtain aside, tearing down any remaining physical and emotional barriers between you two.

“I tried not to. For a while, I thought what I felt was deep admiration for a friend. For someone who’s been there for me, taken care of me. But I know that friends don’t want to touch their friends the way I want to touch you. They don’t want to skim their teeth over their friends skin and shelter them from every possible threat. And when you weren’t answering, I knew that what I felt wasn’t friendly. It was primal, instinctual. I knew I lo-

“Bradley.” God, stop. You want nothing more to hear him say it. But that would make this real. Real love is opening yourself up to brutal, unforgiving pain. You had just lost someone you loved and you were sure you’d never get over it. The first few weeks, you weren’t sure you’d even survive it. Could you survive something like that again if you let yourself love Bradley then lost him too?

His eyes flicker over your face, his eyebrows drawn tightly together. He looks like he’s processing everything he just said, like his brain is only now just registering everything he let spill out.

You reach a hand out, thankful for the smaller sized bathroom because you’re able to reach him and just barely skim your fingertips across his cheek. You draw him closer until his cheek is resting firmly into your palm and he’s leaning into your touch.

“I’m messed up.” You’re almost pleading, ‘don’t love me, we both know how this could end.’

“If you are, then I am too. But I don’t care. I’ve seen you and still ...”

“We both know what it’s like to lose someone you care about. It’s awful.”

“It’s worth it. To have all of the good moments. I wouldn’t trade the memories I have of my mom and my dad if it meant I didn’t have to grieve them. Loving them was worth losing them.” He wraps a hand around the one you have cradling his face, squeezing it gently.

You feel that way about your mom too. You’d never forfeit the moments you two shared as you grew up. Everything she taught you, it made you who you were today, it brought you to this moment.

“You seem so sure.”

“You’re worth it.”

You slide your hand around the back of his neck and pull him to you, hard and fast, not giving him much time to process what was happening until his lips pressed against yours. He recovers quickly, kissing you back while snaking a hand through your soaked hair.

Kissing him feels like everything you imagined it, everything you shamelessly dreamt it to be and more. Your body feels electrified, humming with the energy of the possibilities of what this could be. You greedily pull him closer, not caring about the wetness of your body against his clothed one. A flash of heat surges through you at the sound of his groans when you deepen the kiss, swirling your tongue around his.

Wait, he said nice things about you. He put himself and how he felt out there and deserved to hear that you felt them too.

“Bradley,” You reluctantly put some space between your face and his but keep the vice grip you have on the back of his neck. “I-“ Spit it out, girl! This man with half hooded eyes is looking down at you like he’s ready to consume you and you still struggle to tell him you freaking love him. “I-“

“I know.” He hushes you with a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Trust me, honey, Y/N,” He runs a hand down your bare spine, pulling you flush against him again. “I know.”

Thank fuck he kisses you immediately after because you think you may have combusted if he hadn’t.

Bradley fumbles with the shower valve a couple of times before the water stops pouring out of the head. Not waiting to ensure the waters turned all the way off, he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you to him before he lifts you up and out of the shower. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and let him carry you out of the bathroom.

Without breaking the kiss, he navigates the halls and brings you into his bedroom, the bedroom you’ve been in plenty of times before. Hell, you’ve even slept in his bed, but the promise of what’s to come has a rush of butterflies erupting from your stomach and traveling to your core when he lays you back against his soft bedsheets. He draws away from your lips, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth as he goes.

You’re completely naked, exposed for him, while he remains fully clothed. You should be embarrassed, timid, maybe even trying to cover yourself up. Yet all you are is thrilled, warm and comfortable like you’re being bathed in sunlight as he pulls away just enough to look down at all of you.

He reaches out and trails the pad of his thumb across your slightly swollen bottom lip, down your chin and the column of your neck. Your breathing accelerates as his thumb moves lower, in between your collarbones, drawing a line right down the middle of your sternum.

“Bradley.” His name comes out in a whisper, like it’s all you can manage when his eyes are still locked on yours and he’s touching you like this.

“You’re so beautiful.” He drags his thumb down the center of your stomach, the lower is gets, the more breathless you feel. You clutch at his sides, fisting the fabric of his t-shirt in your grasp.

“This is a little one-sided, don’t you think?” You release a breathy laugh and let your hands slip beneath the hem of his shirt. His skin is feverish and the muscles of his stomach are hard against your palms.

“I want to take my time with you. Then, we can move on to me.” He grins, tracing intoxicatingly slow and sensual circles on the skin of your exposed hips.

“I’m not sure how long I can wait.” You pull him closer with your legs still wrapped around him, desperate to feel an ounce of friction on the spot you crave it the most.

“You’ll wait however long I tell you to wait, baby.” He smirks.

You prop yourself on your elbows and let a small whimper out at the sight of him drop down to knees in front of you. “You’re cocky.” He hitches your legs over his shoulders and tugs you close, so close you can practically feel his hot breath against your center.

“I think I’ve earned the right to be.” He’s kneading your thighs with his fingertips, dragging them further and further and further inward.

“Prove it.” And prove it, he does.

Bradley laps his tongue eagerly up your slit before coaxing, sucking, and nipping at your clit. All control of your body ceases to be yours when he works you like that. You moan and gasp and buck against him at each movement until the muscles in your legs are locking tightly around him. You’re shaking with a buildup so strong, you feel like you might burst out of your own skin at any moment.

Bradley knows it too and he doesn’t let up - it’s too much. You have to dig your hands into the roots of his hair and tug at them so hard just to gain back some control. Except your rough pull does nothing but elicit a strangled groan from the back of his throat. The noise in itself paired with its deep vibrations against your core sends white hot pleasure searing through you so powerfully, you see stars.

He kisses the inside of your thighs softy as you come down, humming to himself as you blink away your hazy vision. You comb a hand through his hair a few times, pulling him back up and over you. His grin is so wide and smug and you can’t help but return it.

“I’m not saying it.” You bite your lip to hold back from grinning any wider.

“You don’t have to say anything. Trust me, I know.” You’re surprised your teeth don’t clash when you kiss each other with equally big smiles. You can taste the metallic tang of yourself on his lips and it evokes a new surge of desire to come over you.

You drag a hand down his lower stomach, his muscles taut under your touch. You let your palm skim over the front of the bulge pressing tightly against his pants and his hips buck at the same time you feel his breath hitch in the kiss.

“Someone’s eager.” You mutter in between the sloppy kisses Bradley’s pushing against your lips. You can tell he’s growing more and more desperate, his breathing turning rapid and shallow as you push harder against his rocking hips.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He says as he pushes himself off you briefly to rip the t-shirt up and over his head, discarding it to the side before returning his body to yours. You’re nearly vibrating at the sensation of his bare chest pressing against yours. His lips don’t come back to yours, instead they move to your neck, down to your chest, covering your breasts with open mouth kisses.

“Let me put you out of your misery then. Switch with me and I’ll take care of you.” You move your hands to his shoulders to push yourself up when he wraps his hands and your wrists.

“Not tonight, baby. Trust me, I want that but, I need to be inside you.” He kisses each corner of your mouth and lays you back flat underneath him. “Is that something you want?”

“Please.” You gasp, feeling him settling between your legs, hot and pulsing under his pants. He leaves you with one last deep, agonizingly slow kiss before stepping away and removing the remainder of his clothing.

Bradley pushes himself inside you with his forehead resting on yours and in that moment, you’ve never felt more full – physically from the sensation of him stretching you out but also from the look that passes between you. You’re filling holes in each other that life has cut into you, holes you never thought would feel so good to be closed.

For a while, you thought you’d never feel complete again, like a part of your soul would always be missing. But here, right under Bradley, moving with him naturally like you’ve always been meant to connect with him in this way, you think this must be the place where you learn to feel whole again.

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Starting Over | 5

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: 11.1k -- not even sorry lol. Giving you more for being patient!

Warnings: Angst, 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.

A/N: I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

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True to his word, the following Monday, Bradley was on your doorstep bright and early ready for babysitting duty. Jake was getting Gracie breakfast while you finished getting ready for court. You were meeting your lawyer a half hour before you were due in court to go over everything. She wanted to discuss correspondence she’d received from Trent’s lawyer before going into the hearing.

“It’s open!” Jake yelled when Bradley rang the doorbell.

Bradley came through the front door as you were walking out to the living room. You picked out a green sheath dress with a navy blue fitted ¾ length sleeve jacket and navy pumps. You pulled your hair back into a low messy bun with tendrils hanging around your face. You’d kept the makeup to a minimum, not wanting to have to worry about any running in the event you cried.

“You look really pretty, Y/N.” Bradley said, offering you a sweet smile, “You feeling ok for today?”

“Thank you,” You smiled back. “I’m nervous… like…REALLY… nervous.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart.” He said, “It’s going to go your way. No judge would rule in favor of that douche.”

“I just want the whole thing over and to be free, but I have a bad feeling it’s going to drag out.” You said. “I can’t thank you enough though for taking off work to stay with Gracie. It means so much to me.”

“It’ll be over soon, and all in your past.” He said, “You don’t have to thank me, Sweetheart. I get to spend the day with a Princess. That’s better than work.”

“Even when work involves flying F-18s at stupid speeds?” You challenged, smiling.

“Even then.” He confirmed, not missing a beat.

“Hey Rooster.” Jake said, poking his head out from the kitchen. “I made extra if you’re hungry. Gracie is finishing up her waffles now. I just have to change shirts quickly… in hindsight, I should have known better than to get dressed before serving waffles and syrup to a toddler.”

“Rookie move, Bubs.” You laughed, “We’ve got a little time though so go ahead and change, I’ll hold down the fort here.”

“Then you’ll get sticky from the syrup.” Jake pointed out.

“I’ll handle the syrup situation.” Bradley said, walking into the kitchen, “Go change. It’s my turn with Princess Gracie.”

“WOOSTA!” She exclaimed, holding up very sticky fingers and making grabby hands towards Bradley. “We pway?”

“Good Morning, Baby Girl.” He beamed at Gracie, “Are you all done eating? Or are you still hungry?”

“All done!” She said, “Up pwease!”

“Let me wipe the stickiness from your fingers and face then we’ll play ok?” He compromised, wetting a cloth under the kitchen faucet, before picking her up.

“Otay!” She agreed.

“I laid out some play clothes for her on her bed and the diaper bag is packed if you wanted to go anywhere, the keys to my car are hanging up on the hook by the door.” You said, “You can move the car seat over to your Bronco if you’d rather drive that.”

“We’ll be just fine.” He promised, “Princess Gracie and I are going to have lots of fun today.”

“Thank you again, Bradley.” You said, smiling, “It really means a lot to me.”

“Sweetheart, please stop thanking me.” He laughed, “I will never turn down a playdate with this sweet girl.”

“See, Rooster,” Jake teased, coming in with a clean shirt on and tucked in. “Your dating life is picking up after all.”

“Jakey, be nice!” You admonished your big brother. “Your tie is crooked too, come here.”

“He’s not wrong.” Bradley laughed good naturedly, “My dating life is nonexistent… but I have a feeling hanging out with Gracie is better than any date I’ve been on recently.”

“Well mine is and will remain nonexistent for the foreseeable future.” You said, tying Jake’s tie so it was straight. “There, all better.”

“Thanks Tulip.” He said, flashing you a soft smile, “Let’s go get this first step to your freedom taken care of. Gotta get you back up on that horse.”

“I don’t think that’s the right analogy here, Jakey.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“I think it’s absolutely the right analogy, Sweetheart.” Bradley winked.

“I love you, Gracie Girl.” You said, leaning in to kiss your daughter, “Be good for Bradley. Mommy will see you this afternoon when we get back.”

“Wuv you Mommy!” Gracie said smiling, perfectly content to have time with her ‘Woosta’.

You and Jake arrived at the courthouse and were greeted by your lawyer.

“Thank you for meeting me before we go in.” She said, “I have a small meeting room booked, we can go in and go over what we have so far.”

“Thank you.” You replied, following her to the room. Once inside, you remembered to introduce her to Jake. “This is my brother Jake.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Lauren Kennedy.” She replied, shaking Jake’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Ma’am.” Jake smiled, “Thank you for all you’re doing for my sister.”

“I am absolutely happy to help.” She replied, “Especially after some interactions I’ve had with Trent and his lawyer… I’m even happier to help.”

“Is this going to be drawn out?” You asked, your shoulders tensing with the prospect of being stuck longer in this situation. “I don’t even care if I walk away with absolutely nothing. I just need to be free.”

“Not necessarily.” She said, offering a soft smile, “As we discussed last week, he did contest the divorce and also the same day countersued for custody. This, in itself is a contradiction and I would argue shows it’s all a power move on his part. I’ve had several conversations with the attorney that he has hired as well as a few rambling emails and voicemails from Trent himself since that initial contact.”

“He’s already admitted he never wanted Gracie and has since said so on voicemail.” Jake seethed, “That piece of shit doesn’t deserve Gracie. He’s never been involved in her life even when she was living under the same roof.”

“That admission will certainly help strengthen our already very strong case.” Lauren assured us. “If the judge grants the order of protection today, we will certainly use that to accelerate both the divorce and the custody case. I honestly don’t see this dragging out indefinitely, so please don’t get discouraged. Trent doesn’t strike me as someone with the means to keep this tied up in court. He is your typical playground bully. We push back hard enough, he’ll give up in favor of finding an easier target.”

“What if he comes out here and tries to take Gracie?” You asked, the fear suddenly choking you, “He can’t take my baby.”

“He’ll have to go through me.” Jake said, rubbing your back comfortingly, “It’ll be a cold day in hell before my Princess G ends up in his hands.”

“Hopefully today will help prevent that.” Lauren said, encouragingly, “Y/N, I promise you, I will do everything in my power to get you freed from this man in every way. Whether he contests the divorce or not, there are safeguards in place with the laws and we will use them. Him agreeing just makes it happen faster. In all of my years practicing family law, I have never seen a judge side with a parent showing so many red flags as Trent does, especially when the other parent is stable and established as the child’ sole caregiver. I need you to remember that the only questionable variable in this situation is the amount of time it takes to get it through. You will be divorced from this man, you will reclaim your life, Sweetie. I promise you that.”

“Thank you.” You replied, quietly. “I really do appreciate all you’re doing for me.”

“It’s absolutely my pleasure.” She smiled, “Let’s head on into the courtroom and get situated.”

“He isn’t here right?” You asked, suddenly scared to enter the courtroom. “Or his lawyer?”

“His attorney may be in attendance” She replied, “I would be surprised, being he is based out of Texas. If Trent is present, due to it being an order of protection hearing, we will do everything we can to maintain as much distance as possible. In the event he’s here and the order is approved, a deputy would escort you out of the courthouse ahead or behind Trent, upholding the distance ordered and to prevent illegal contact.”

“And I will be here with you every single step of the way, Tulip.” Jake promised, “I will never let him hurt you in any way ever again.”

In the end, Tent, thankfully, had not shown up. His lawyer Zoomed into the hearing on his behalf. After looking at all of the texts, reviewing the voicemails, and listening to your account of your marriage, the judge ordered a no contact order. All communication now had to officially go through lawyers. Trent was not allowed to text or call you and was not allowed within 500 feet of you. The order was temporary, but would hopefully be enough to allow you to get the divorce you needed and to start your life over. Your attorney said the order would help with the custody and divorce hearings. Trent’s lawyer had objected and insisted all of the evidence was a result of emotional distress you’d caused by leaving and taking your daughter out of state. You were thankful the judge hadn’t seen it that way.

“What are the next steps?” Jake asked, as you all left the courtroom. Even just this small victory took a load off of your shoulders. At least now he could be held in contempt of court if he contacted you or showed up on your doorstep. “Can you file anything that legally separates them so she can start to rebuild her life while waiting on the divorce to go through?”

“Legally, they are already separated.” Lauren explained, “The moment we filed the intent to dissolve the marriage, they were legally separated. The next steps are getting a court date for the divorce and custody of Gracie. Since he’s contesting, it will need to go before a judge. The judge would normally order mediation to work out the divorce agreement but since Y/N only wants custody and nothing from the marital home or any monetary compensation, and in light of the no contact order in place as of today, the judge will be more inclined to waive the mediator and grant the divorce. Custody could be done the same day if we can get Trent to agree to vanquish his parental rights or to simply agree to you having full custody, Y/N.”

“So, the divorce is just a formality at this point, she’s already free of that piece of shit?” Jake clarified.

“The marriage is essentially on ‘hold’ until the divorce is finalized. Legally speaking though, yes, Y/N you are free to move on, Sweetie.” She replied. She smiled warmly, winking at you. “That includes dating.”

“I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.” You replied, offering a small smile, “I just want to focus on being a good mom to Gracie.”

“Tulip, you’ve already nailed that.” Jake assured you, “You’re the best mom and Princess G is so lucky to have you as her mommy.”

“I love you, Jakey.” You said, hugging him.

“Love you too, Tulip.” He replied, hugging you back.

“Alright, I will continue to keep you posted” Lauden said, “I’ll be calling Trent’s lawyer again today to encourage his client to settle now and agree to dissolve the marriage rather than drag it out. If his lawyer is competent, he’ll know this is a losing battle on their end. It’s to their advantage to settle and not let the judge set the terms.”

“Thank you. For everything.” You said.

“You’re very welcome.” She replied, “Keep your chin up, this will be over and just a bad memory in no time at all.”

After leaving the courthouse, Jake decided to treat you to lunch before heading home. He took you to one of his favorite Mexican restaurants, knowing you’d love it too.

As you sat eating your lunch you could tell Jake was thinking about something. “I can see the wheels turning in your head, Bubs.” You laughed, “What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking about what your lawyer said.” Jake said.

“Which part?” You asked, “She said a lot today.”

“About being free to start over.” He replied slowly, “Dating and all that.”

“No need to go into overprotective brother mode, Jakey.” You smiled, “I meant it when I said I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t really trust my own judgment anyway.”

“Do you trust mine?” He asked.

“Of course I do, Jakey.” You replied, “What’s going on in that head though?”

“OK, hear me out.” He said. “If someone were interested in dating you and you were interested in them… would you trust my judgment on whether they were a good fit or not?”

“Yes.” You replied, confused where this was coming from, waiting on him to elaborate.

“Ok.” He smiled, relaxing. “So what do you think you want to do first, now that you’re well on your way to freedom?”

“A job.” You replied, shaking your head at your brother. Sometimes he was so hard to get a read on. “Penny offered me a part time job. If she’s still serious about it, I want to accept. I just need to find daycare.”’

“I can help with that!” He assured you, “I think getting out of the house and being around adults will be good for you.”

“Jake you can’t take Gracie to base” You laughed, “She can’t be your WSO at 2 years old.”

“I know that.” He said, playfully rolling his eyes, “I can look into daycare on base though, or at least ask around for recommendations. Being around other kiddos will be good for her too.”

After lunch you headed home to relieve Bradley of babysitting duties. Jake hung the keys to the truck on the hook by the door when you walked in, immediately reaching up to loosen and untie the tie he wore to court.

“Hey…how did it go?” Bradley asked cautiously.

“It went well!” Jake replied, “That piece of trash can’t contact Tulip anymore!”

“That’s fantastic, Y/N!” Bradley said, flashing a bright smile at you, “How are you feeling?”

“So much relief.” You replied, smiling back at him, “My lawyer also said that this will help us in the custody and divorce proceedings.”

“Even better.” He said, “This calls for a celebration! How about drinks at the Hard Deck tomorrow night?”

“I don’t have a babysitter for Gracie.” You replied, “But you all can go and celebrate for me!”

“Tulip, we can’t celebrate without you when you’re the reason for the celebration.” Jake laughed, “We will find a sitter for Gracie and we will go for a bit.”

“Ok.” You agreed. “Going out does sound fun. It’s been awhile. I’m going to go change and start getting stuff put together for dinner. Bradley, you’re joining us… if you don’t have plans. It’s the least I can do for you taking a day off to stay with Gracie.”

“I will happily accept dinner.” He replied, “But it’s because you’re cooking is amazing and too good to say no to, not because you owe me anything for spending time with that sweet Princess. She was good as gold and we had fun.”

“Well, thank you all the same.” You said, kissing his cheek before heading to the bedroom to change.

***** Jake’s POV *****

“Thanks, Rooster.” Jake said, removing his tie completely now and slumping down on the couch. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for Y/N and Gracie.”

“Look, I know we definitely started off on the wrong foot but, like we keep reminding Y/N…this is a family.” Bradley said, “For me, it’s the only one I’ve got. So there really isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you, Jake. And let’s be real, 5 minutes in her presence and Gracie had me wound tightly around her adorable, chubby little finger.”

“She has a way of doing that.” Jake laughed, “She’s had me hooked since she drew her first breaths.”

“Y/N is the same way.” Bradley said, treading carefully, unsure how Jake would react to knowing he was falling hard for his sister.

“She’ll kill me for this…” Jake said, sitting up and turning to face Bradley, “Here’s the thing. She’s kinda fragile at the moment and very unsure of herself…actually said she doesn’t trust her own judgment when it comes to guys and dating now… but she does trust me. And I trust YOU. I know you’ve got a thing for Y/N. I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve also seen the way she looks at you when she thinks nobody is looking. What’s more… I’ve seen how much you care about Gracie. Those girls are the most important people in my life, Bradley. They’re the only actual family I’ve got. I just need you to know…to really know… what you’re getting into. If you’re not playing the long game here where my sister and niece get their fairytale ending… I’m asking you to bow out now. I failed her once in my role as her big brother and protector. I can’t fail her again.”

“Jake, I genuinely already care deeply about them both.” Bradley admitted. “I would never do anything to intentionally or knowingly hurt either of them. I’d rather burn in than do that. Just to be clear though, because I’m not trying to get my face rearranged at any point… are you saying that you’re actually OK with the fact that I’m falling for your sister?”

“You’re probably the only guy I WOULD trust with her heart.” Jake shrugged, smiling, “And now that you’ve confirmed you do in fact have feelings for her…what do you plan to do about it?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Bradley admitted, “And this isn’t me ‘being safe on a perch’. I just don’t wanna screw this up or spook her.”

“I appreciate that.” Jake replied, “Me giving you shit in the air about playing it safe doesn’t mean I can’t see the value in being cautious and taking things slow when it matters. Just… not too slow. The lawyer even said she can get started building her life and even mentioned dating. She’s legally separated if that’s what is holding you back.”

“I don’t know that the military cares about legal separations, man…” Bradley said, “Pretty sure it’s still against the code… but… I don’t think it’s against the code to spend time with a friend and her adorable little girl. Especially when I am in fact, playing the long game.”

“Good to know.” Jake said, “On that note. I’m going to change quickly. Are you hanging around for dinner?”

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m passing up more time with those two…and a home cooked meal.” Bradley replied, smirking, “And I guess you’re alright to hang out with too.”

“Asshole.” Jake laughed, getting up and heading upstairs to change. Bradley laughed at his retreat.

*** Your POV ***

After changing into a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a Texas Longhorns t-shirt, you made your way out of your room. Before heading to the kitchen to start meal prepping you peeked into Gracie’s room to check on her quickly, smiling at the sight of her curled up sleeping soundly.

“You must have worn her out this morning.” You said, smiling at Bradley who was still seated on the couch. “She’s out like a light still.”

“We played pretty hard.” Bradley said, “Lots of chasing, flying, tea parties, and even went for a walk around the block.”

“Flying, huh?” You asked, laughing. “Starting her young?”

“Yup!” He replied, “Gotta get her used to those G’s. That little princess is fearless though. She loves to be tossed up in the air and completely trusts that you’ll catch her.”

“Believe it or not, she’s only been as outgoing as she is since coming here.” You said, “Back home she was always painfully shy and quiet. I only got to see this version of her when it was just the two of us.”

“Seriously?” He asked, shocked. Gracie had taken to him instantly and he’d never experienced the shy girl being described. “I can’t even picture that… she’s so full of life, full speed ahead.”

“Well it helps that it was love at first sight with you.” You smiled warmly, “She claimed you from the start.”

“The feeling is quite mutual.” He replied, holding your gaze. “Her mom is working her way in too.”

You felt butterflies erupt in your belly, your heart rate picked up and you could feel heat spreading over your body. You weren’t really sure how to respond. You definitely liked the man, but was it really fair to him to be saddled with a complicated mess like yourself?

“I can see the wheels turning, Sweetheart.” he said gently, offering a warm smile that reached his eyes. “No pressure. I know you’ve got a lot going on right now. All the cards on the table though, I really like you… a lot. You know I’m crazy about Gracie. If or whenever you’re ready, if you’re interested, I want you to know that so am I.”

“I like you too…” You admitted quietly, “More than I should considering the circumstances. It’s just… Bradley, I’m a mess. You deserve so much more than someone who doesn’t have their shit together. Hell, I don’t even have a job. I’m literally mooching off of my brother right now.”

“Hey.” He said, taking your hands and turning you so that you’re facing him. “First of all, I’d be willing to bet a paycheck that if Jake heard you talk like that he’d blow a gasket. Secondly, Sweetheart you’re not a mess. You were stuck in a shitty marriage with a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve you and you were strong enough to get you and your daughter out and are taking steps to keep him out of your lives. Thirdly, and most importantly, you are so incredible, so beautiful, intelligent, funny, an amazing mom, and I would be LUCKY to get to spend time with you and get to know you.”

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, then pulling back to look into your eyes, willing you to see yourself in his eyes. To believe what he was saying.

“Like I said before, Sweetheart,” He continued, “No pressure. I just really want to get to know you more and would love to spend time with you.”

“I would really like to spend time with you too.” You admitted.

“Then we will start there.” He smiled sweetly at you.

“Look who’s up?” Jake said, carrying Gracie into the room. “I peeked in to check on her and my little Princess was awake and ready to play again.”

“There’s my sweet Gracie Girl!” You beamed at your daughter, “Did you sleep well?”

“Hi Mommy” She smiled, still rubbing her eyes, “Woosta, we pway again?”

“Wow, I see where her priorities are now.” You laughed.

“Hi Princess,” Bradley chucked, “I will happily play with you again. Do you want to go outside to play?”

“Yes! Outside!” She happily exclaimed, then looked at Jake, “Unco Jakey pway too?”

“Of course, Princess G!” He replied, kissing her forehead. “Let’s get your shoes on and we’ll go out back. I think we need to get you a swing for the backyard… or a playhouse and a slide!”

“Jakey!” You exclaimed, “There is a perfectly good park within walking distance. We’re not putting in a playground in your backyard.”

“No fun, Tulip.” He pouted, “Princess G needs her own playground.”

“Lord help me,” You rolled your eyes playfully, “You’re going to spoil that child rotten.”

“Nope.” he replied, “Not possible.”

“If you two have her, I’m going to go get started on dinner prep.” You said, heading to the kitchen.

While the guys were out back running with Gracie, you pulled out everything you needed to make dinner. Before getting too involved in prepping though, you paused to make a snack for Gracie, knowing she’d be hungry after her nap. You peeled and sliced apples for her, cutting them into bite size chunks and placed them on a plate with a handful of mini pretzels and cubes of cheese. This way she had a choice of what she’d snack on and you knew Jake or Bradley would help her finish if need be. Grabbing a sippy cup with water, you made your way out back.

“Snack time for my little Princess.” You said, setting the plate and cup down on the outdoor table.

“What about our snacks?” Jake asked, winking.

“You can see if your niece will share with you.” You said, smirking at him, “If not, there’s more fruit and cheese in the fridge. And dinner isn’t too far off.”

“Need any help with anything?” Bradley asked, “I promise I’m slightly more competent than Jake in the kitchen.”

“That’s not setting the bar too high.” You teased. “Gracie would be sad if I took her new bestie away from her.”

“I’ll cover.” Jake said, winking at you knowinging. “Princess G! Rooster has to help Mommy cook dinner, wanna go for a walk around the block with me?”

“Yes!” She said, dropping the ball she’d been playing with. “Bye Mommy! Bye Woosta!”

“And just like that, Uncle Jakey is the favorite again.” Jake said, flashing a victory smile. “Let’s go, Princess G!”

“Stay with Uncle Jakey, Gracie.” You reminded her, “Hold his hand!”

“Kitchen assistant Bradshaw reporting for duty.” Bradley said as the two of you stepped into the kitchen.

“When you said you are slightly more competent than Jake in the kitchen… How much more competent are you talking?” You asked, “He makes decent breakfast food and knows his way around a grill.”

“I can cook, Sweetheart.” He laughed, “I’m not a huge fan of it and it’s just me I’ll pick up take out, but my mom made sure I could cook.”

“Ok then.” You replied, trying and failing to maintain a serious expression. “You’re in charge of cutting the potatoes and veggies. The potatoes just need to be cut into wedges, the broccoli cut off the stalk, and the zucchini and yellow squash need to be cut into small chunks. That’s all going onto a sheet pan to be roasted.”

“I can handle that.” He promised, “Cutting board and knife, please.”

You handed him the needed equipment and the veggies before turning to get the chicken ready.

“Where’d you learn to cook so well?” He asked as he started to cut the potatoes.

“Jake got us through until I was old enough to read and understand a cookbook.” You said, “We ate a lot of eggs and toast, hot dogs and mac n cheese, and grilled cheese sandwiches before that. When I was in 4th grade I checked out a cookbook from the library and made Jake get the ingredients… first few meals were rough, but then I got the hang of it. After that, Jake made sure we had a well stocked kitchen… well as best as he could given the lack of funds we really had to work with.”

“I can’t even imagine, Sweetheart.” He replied, “It was just mom and Me…occasionally Mav when he wasn’t deployed, but my mom made sure I had everything I needed. You and Jake had to raise yourselves. Did you have any other family?”

“Just each other.” You replied, “We learned early that we were all we had. Jake did all he could to make sure nobody had reason to call family services on us. We took care of each other and stayed out of our parent’s way. What was your mom like?”

“Amazing.” He replied, a soft smile forming on his lips. “She was so full of life and love. She was the fun neighborhood mom. There were always extra kids hanging around. I think her mission was to make sure every kid was well fed. She made everything we did together fun, even the mundane things like chores.”

“I’m so sorry you lost her.” You said, “She sounds incredible.”

“I definitely wish she was still alive, but I’m lucky I had her for the time I did.” He replied. “Her and my dad had such a deep and complete love. After he died she was kinda lost for a bit. I don’t remember much of that time since I was so young, but it was almost like she snapped out of it and threw herself fully into just being my mom and raising me. She never dated anyone after my dad died. That’s probably the only thing I’d change. She deserved to be happy.”

“Maybe raising you and being there for you was what made her happy?” You suggested, “She had her one true love, and rather than settling for something less than that, she just poured all of her love into her child.”

“Isn’t there a balance though?” Bradley asked, “And do we only get one true love per lifetime?”

“I’m the wrong person to ask about that.” You said sadly, “I’ve never really been able to see what a healthy love is supposed to look like. I clearly didn’t find it with Trent.”

“Maybe not romantic love, but you and Jake love each other and have a sibling bond that not many reach.” He said, “You’ve also nailed the whole Mom gig, Sweetheart. So that proves you don’t need to have had a ‘good’ example in order to be capable of it.”

“Were you always so smart?” You asked, a smile forming on your face, “Or is this a new development?”

“Always.” He smirked, “You should trust me on this one.”

“I’ll take it under consideration.” You teased, “In the meantime, keep choppin’. I need to put the veggies in at the same time as the chicken.”

“On it.” He smirked, winking. He finished chopping the vegetables while you finished getting the chicken seasoned and on the cooking sheet.

Once everything was on the cooking sheets and in the oven you grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and passed one to Bradley.

“Well done, kitchen assistant Bradshaw.” You smiled, “You can help me out anytime.”

“How about, I help you this Friday when the squad invades for dinner.” He suggested, “Then… you let me take you out to dinner on Saturday night, so you’re not having to cook.”

“I’d have to see if Jake has plans…” You said, “Unless we do an early dinner and at a kid friendly restaurant.”

“Sweetheart, I am completely on board with both of those options.” Bradley said, “We could even take her and have a beach day and then dinner in the evening. I’m sure the squad would take a beach day too if you’d be more comfortable with a group.”

“I’d be comfortable with just you too, Bradley.” You said, offering a smile.

“How about we see if Jake and Phoenix want to join us?” He suggested, “That way we can give them a gentle push together. And while we do that, we get to spend more time together, with Gracie as an added bonus.”

“I like that.” You replied. Then, deciding to be brave and trust not only yourself, but also your brother’s judgment in friends and most importantly in Bradley. “I’d also like to spend time with you… just the two of us… if you’re willing to deal with complicated.”

“Complicated is good.” He smiled, moving to stand closer to you, his hand coming to gently push some hair from your face, “You’re worth complicated, Sweetheart.”

“We’re back!” Jake called from the living room.

“We back Mommy!” Gracie parroted her uncle. The pair made their way into the kitchen, Gracie hitching a ride on Jake’s back.

“Someone was lucky enough to get a piggy back ride from Uncle Jakey, I see.” You laughed.

“She made a solid case for why she should get a ride.” Jake shrugged, smiling.’

After dinner you got Gracie in the bath, letting her play in the warm water for a bit, while Jake and Bradley played a flying video game.

Once you had Gracie bathed and her pajamas on, you took her back out to the living room to let her play for a bit before you started her bedtime routine.

“You’d think you two got enough of that piloting stuff in your actual jobs.” You teased, sitting down in the oversized chair next to the couch. “Just can’t get enough of it huh?”

“This is different, Tulip.” Jake insisted, “We get to fly planes from different eras and hone our skills in different terrains.”

“And we get to blow stuff up.” Bradley added, smirking. “That’s fun too.”

“That’s more in line with what I figured.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Mommy, you wead book pwease?” Gracie said, bringing over one of her books.

“I will happily read you a book, Baby Girl.” You said, smiling at your little girl. “Do you want to go snuggle in your bed and read before it’s sleepytime?”

“Yes, pwease.” She agreed, rubbing her eyes. All of the playtime and fresh air wore her out.

“Say goodnight to Uncle Jakey and Bradley.” You said. You watched as they instantly paused their game, and turned their full focus on Gracie. It warmed your heart as it’s not something her father ever did.

“Night Unco Jakey.” Gracie said, hugging him first. “Wuv you.”

“I love you too, Princess G.” He replied, hugging her tightly, “Sweet dreams.”

“Night Woosta.” She says, climbing over into Bradley’s lap and hugging him. “Wuv you.”

“Goodnight, Princess.” He replied softly, holding her gently and hugging her back and dropping a soft kiss on her head. “I love you too.”

“We pway tomorrow?” She asked him.

“I have to work tomorrow, Sweetheart.” He answered, “But, I promise to come play with you again soon, OK?”

“Otay.” She agreed before hopping down and heading to her room.

***********

The rest of the week went pretty smoothly. You’d talked to Penny about the part time job she offered at the Hard Deck. She’d told you that it was yours and that she’d work around daycare for you. Amelia was willing to babysit once school was out for the summer, so you only needed a sitter part time for about a month. You were going to meet with her next week to figure out the hours and everything the job would entail.

Friday night was the squad dinner night, everyone loved the homemade pizzas. Bradley had arrived after work and had helped you make the pizzas. Gracie’s favorite night of the week was Friday when the squad was over. She loved having all the playmates.

“What time are we headed to the beach tomorrow?” Phoenix asked once everyone but Bradley had left.

“Probably mid morning, I’m guessing.” Jake said, “We can bring the pack n play and an umbrella so Gracie can nap at the beach.”

“It’s sweet seeing you with her.” Phoenix says, offering Jake a soft smile. He blushed, a smile forming on his face.

“Gracie is really good at wrapping Naval aviators around her little finger.” You said.

“Yes she is.” Bradley agreed. “She’s got me hooked.”

“She’s not the only one.” Phoenix said, smirking knowingly at Bradley.

“That I’ve already admitted to.” He said, winking at you.

“Hey, Nix” Jake said, “Feel like being on babysitting duty with me tomorrow night? We get to hang with a really sweet toddler. She’s lots of fun…”

“That sounds fun.” She said, it was now her turn to blush. “I’d love to.”

You and Bradley shared a conspiratory look. You really hoped spending time together would push the pair together.

The next morning Jake was loading the pack n play, umbrella and beach chairs into the truck while you pulled together snacks and a lunch for everyone. You’d packed the beach bag before going to bed the night before so all you needed to do was get dressed and get Gracie dressed.

“Alright, the truck is packed up. Phoenix and Bradley just got here. I’ll get Gracie changed.” Jake said, “Go get dressed so we can hit the beach.”

Fifteen minutes later you were ready. You’d opted for a simple blue two piece swimsuit, one of two you’d bought while shopping with Phoenix. You threw a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top over your suit and slipped on flip flops.

“Ok, I’m ready.” You said, pulling your hair into a messy bun, while walking into the living room. “I packed towels, food, drinks, sunscreen, toys… what am I forgetting?”

“I think you got it covered, Tulip.” Jake laughed, “Let’s go! Princess G, do you wanna ride with Uncle Jakey and Phoenix?”

“Ok, so we’re taking two vehicles.” You laughed.

“Yay! I wide wif Unco Jakey and Nix!” Gracie exclaimed.

“Let’s load up!” Jake said, scooping Gracie up onto his shoulders, making her giggle.

“He’s so adorable with her.” Phoenix told you, a soft look in her eyes.

You flashed her a knowing smile and grabbed your purse. The three of you followed Jake and Gracie out to the vehicles.

“See y’all at the beach.” Bradley said, opening the passenger door for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You smirked when he got into the driver’s seat.

“My mom raised me well.” he said, chuckling.

“She sure did.” You smiled, looking at him over your sunglasses.

“You’re gonna be trouble, Sweetheart.” He laughed.

After pulling into the beach parking lot. Bradley helped Jake carry all of the big stuff to where you would set up for the day. While they got the umbrella up and the pack n play set up…which was amusing to watch… you and Phoenix grabbed Gracie and the rest of the stuff from the truck.

“We have to put sunscreen on you before you play, Gracie.” You said, kneeling down on the sand to apply the sunscreen. “Alright, play here for a little bit until it soaks into your skin.”

You pulled out a couple of her toys for her to play with while she waited. In the meantime, you pulled off the tank you’d put over your swimsuit, dropping it on the bag. You started to apply sunscreen to your own skin, not wanting to burn.

“I’ll get your back.” Bradley offered, his eyes wandering over you. You smiled, feeling heat creep over your neck and face, having nothing to do with the sun. You handed him the bottle. “Turn around.”

You turned around so your back was to him. You had to bite back a moan when his warm, strong hands started rubbing the lotion into your back. He clearly knew what he was doing to you, judging by the smirk on his face once he’d finished.

“Your turn.” You replied, making a spinning motion with your finger to get him to turn around. “Shirt off, Flyboy.”

He laughed, complying with your order. He shrugged out of the Hawaiian shirt he had on and pulled off the white tank undershirt over his head, revealing a well toned, back and wide shoulders. You squeezed some sunscreen onto your hand and rubbed them together to warm the lotion before running your hands over his back, rubbing the lotion in thoroughly.

You smirked when you were done and he’d turned to you, his eyes betraying the effect your hands had on him. It was a boost to your confidence that you clearly needed.

“Mommy we swim?” Gracie asked, abandoning the toys she’d been playing with. “Pwease?”

“Absolutely, Sweet Girl!” You said, picking your little girl up. She was wearing a Disney Princess swimsuit with ruffles around the middle making it look like it had a tutu attached. You put the toddler sized life jacket on her, making sure it was secure. Someone would be holding her at all times in the water but you were always very cautious, having seen too many news stories of toddlers accidentally drowning.

“Let’s play in the water, Princess.” Bradley said, gently tapping Gracie’s nose with his finger, making her laugh.

You all headed to the water, Jake and Phoenix walking ahead of you, sending flirty looks back and forth between them. You glanced over to Bradley to see if he was noticing, but his whole focus was on you. You ducked your head, resting it against Gracie’s as you kept walking towards the water.

The four of you all took turns holding Gracie and spinning her the water. Jake and Bradley tossed her back and forth between them, dipping her as they caught her so her feet splashed the water. When she was tired of being in the water, you and Phoenix took her to shore to play with her sand toys, the two of you sitting in the sand to watch. Jake and Bradley stayed in the water, tossing a football back and forth.

“This was a good idea.” Phoenix said, “Thanks for inviting me.”

“This is probably the most fun I’ve had in… I don’t even know how long.” You admitted, “I’m really glad you’re here. It’s nice having a friend.”

“It’s even nicer not to be outnumbered by men.” Phoenix laughed, “I love my squad, but it’s a LOT of testosterone.”

“I can only imagine.” You said, “Just from what I’ve seen at our dinners and the zoo trip… they’re a lot to wrangle.”

“Worth it though.” She smiled, looking out at where the guys were now apparently locked in a water war.

“Definitely.” You agreed, your eyes on Bradley and his rippling muscles on display.

“He’s one of the good ones, Y/N.” She remarked, catching you staring at Bradley. “I know you’re going through it right now, and might not be fully ready, but know that it doesn’t get much better than Bradshaw. He’s safe. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but he’s gone for you and Gracie.”

“We actually talked… Monday after Jake and I got back from court.” You admitted. “He laid all the cards on the table. I really like him, Nat. A lot. He’s so easy to fall for. He’s amazing with Gracie… I know he’s one of the good ones…”

“But…?” She pushed, maintaining eye contact.

“I’m a mess. I come with a lot of baggage and I’m scared.” You said, “Not of him. I’m scared of being too much of shit show and dragging him down. He deserves so much more than that.”

“Sweetie, he might look like he’s got it all together, but that man comes with some pretty heavy baggage too.” She replied gently, “Rooster has some trust issues caused by Mav. They’re good now, but there’s history there. He also has baggage relating to everything that went down with his dad and seeing how it affected his mom. BUT…despite all that, he’s willing to take the risk and trust you with his heart. I can see it all over his face. You should also know, he’s never been like this with anyone before. He’s… different with you and Gracie. He’s settled… calm. All I’m saying is… if you feel the same about him, go with it, Y/N… trust him.”

“I think I’ve decided I am.” You said, “He’s taking me out tonight, which is why you and Jake are on babysitting duty.”

“I wondered about that.” She smiled, “Good. Just stay out of your head. Don’t think.”

“Just do.” You finished, laughing at the catchphrase that had taken over the Dagger squad.

“See? You fit right in.” She smirked, before pushing some sand towards Gracie, who was busy scooping the sand into her bucket.

“Speaking of giving guys a chance…” You said, leveling her with a look. “You should know that the same applies to you and my brother. Jake also doesn’t let many in, or let his guard down, yet around you…. He’s himself one hundred percent of the time. He trusts you to see the real Jake. The softer, sometimes insecure Jake. He LIKES you… a lot. It scares him though. He doesn’t want to screw up the friendship with you because it’s something he treasures dearly.”

“I really like him too.” She admitted, “A Lot. I keep trying to drop hints or show him, but I just assumed he wasn’t interested… that him being flirty is just Jake.”

“You’re both idiots.” You laughed, “Ok, so here’s what’s going to happen… tonight after Gracie is in bed, the two of you need to talk. I’ll have dinner delivered for you. My brother is oblivious, Nat… you can’t be subtle.”

“What if I freak him out and he really doesn’t want to try anything beyond friendship?” She asked, “We just got reassigned to Top Gun with the Dagger squad… I can’t put in for reassignment.”

“You’re not going anywhere!” You exclaimed, “This will work out. I promise. Have you seen him flirt with anyone else since you all came back from the mission? Has he hooked up with any females or left the bar with any? The answer to that is no… because Jake is completely on team Phoenix.”

“Mommy, I hungy.” Gracie said, looking up from her buckets.

“Ok, Sweet Girl,” You said, “Let's rinse off then go back to the blanket and Mommy will get you lunch.”

You picked up your sandy toddler and walked into the water with her, rinsing off the sand as best as you could. You’d have to wipe her down with the towel and some baby wipes before she could eat. You got Jake and Bradley’s attention, letting them know you were gonna get lunch stuff ready. Nodding, they made their way back to shore as well.

After everyone ate, Jake and Phoenix decided to take a walk for a bit. Gracie was starting to rub her eyes and get sleepy so you placed her in the pack n play under the umbrella, with a towel over her and she drifted off to sleep quickly.

You and Bradley settled down onto the blanket laid out under the beach umbrella next to the pack n play.

“This was a really good idea.” You told him, “It’s been an amazing day.”

“It really has.” He agreed. “I think our plan is working on Jake and Nat too, so added bonus.” “It is! She admitted to really liking him… and she’s been trying to subtly let him know.” You said, “I told her tonight she has to spell it out for him. Jake doesn’t always pick up on subtleties.”

“That’s the truth!” He laughed. “I have to admit though, Sweetheart, as much as I’m enjoying today and getting to see you in this amazing swimsuit… I’m really looking forward to taking you out to dinner tonight.”

“I’m really looking forward to it too.” You smiled, “But I’ve also been enjoying the view of you shirtless today. It’s kinda distracting.”

“Distracting huh,” He smirks, turning his body towards you.

“You know you’re hot, Flyboy.” You replied, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I’ve done alright, but I wouldn’t classify myself as ‘hot’, Sweetheart.” He said, averting his eyes.

“I thought you had to have good eyesight to fly those expensive planes.” You said, leaning over to nudge him gently.

“I mean, yeah…” He replied, looking back up at you with confusion in his eyes.

“I’m thinking maybe you need your vision checked, Lieutenant.” You teased, “If you can’t see that you’re incredibly good looking, I don’t know that you should be flying those planes.”

“Trust me, Sweetheart,” He said, leveling you with a steamy look, before allowing his eyes to wander, “There’s nothing wrong with my vision.”

Now it was your turn to avert your gaze, heat creeping over your body again. Even though you weren’t entirely sure what you were doing or where this was going, it felt really good to be noticed and to know that Bradley was attracted to you.

The warmth of the day and the sound of the waves lulled you into a drowsy state, and at some point relaxed you to the point of falling asleep. Bradley watched you, committing this moment to his memory. He was no match for the sun and waves though either, and ended up falling asleep next to you, one arm tucked under his head as a pillow the other ended up draped over your stomach.

“Do we wake them up?” Jake asked, taking in the scene in front of him when him and Phoenix returned from their walk.

“Nah, let them sleep.” She replied, smiling, “It’s sweet. They’re both completely relaxed, not a care in the world.”

“I doubt Tulip has let her guard down like this in a very long time.” Jake agreed, “It’s nice to see. He’s one of the only guys I’d trust with my sister.”

“She really likes him.” Phoenix said, “A lot. She’s scared that she’s got too much baggage though. I set her straight on that.”

“Good.” He replied, “Thank you, Nix. It means a lot to me that you’ve become her friend. She needs it.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jake.” She replied, “I really like your sister. She’s easy to be friends with.”

Jake grabbed his phone from the bag he’d set it in and opened the camera app, capturing the moment before him. Phoenix chuckled, shaking her head.

“Blackmail?” She asked

“Nope. Just figured they’d want this moment someday.” Jake admitted, smiling. “Those two are going to be each other’s endgame. Princess G will get to grow up with two parents that love her and she’ll see what it’s supposed to look like. She won’t grow up like we did.”

“Jake, I can’t imagine what it was like for you and Y/N growing up” Phoenix said, “But the two of you grew up to be incredible people despite it all. Just… don’t doubt that, ok?”

“Thank you, Nat.” He replied softly, “You don’t know how much that means.”

After Gracie’s nap, and yours and Bradley’s impromptu nap, everyone spent a little more time in the water and playing with Gracie in the sand before rinsing off in the outdoor showers and loading the vehicles again.

Bradley dropped you off, promising to return at 6 to get you for your dinner date. Phoenix had brought a change of clothes with, so she showered in Jake’s shower while you showered and got ready in the main bathroom.

You weren’t really sure where Bradley planned to take you, so you decided to wear a sundress with a cardigan in case it got cooler once the sun set and paired it all with strappy sandals to complete the look. You left your hair down after showering, deciding to just dry it and let it hang in soft waves.

You left your room to head out to the living room. Gracie was playing with her toys, freshly bathed and in jammies. Jake, haven given her a bath while you were getting ready.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N!” Phoenix said, once you’d entered the room.

“Thank you,” You replied, smiling, “I’m not sure where we’re going…so I didn’t want to go too fancy or too casual.”

“You look beautiful, Tulip.” Jake said, coming in from the kitchen with drinks for himself and Phoenix. “I ordered pizza, it’ll be here in 45 minutes.”

“Sounds great.” Phoenix said, “Does Gracie like pizza? I can make her something else if she doesn’t.”

“She loves pizza.” You assured her, “Hopefully she doesn’t give y’all too much trouble falling asleep tonight.”

“I’m sure with all the fresh air she got today, she’ll pass right now.” Jake laughed, “But you’re not allowed to worry or even think about that while you’re out. Enjoy the time with Rooster. We’ve got this under control.”

“Thank you for taking care of her.” You replied, “You’re a fantastic uncle… and the best big brother.”

“Mommy, come pway?” Gracie asked from her play area.

“Mommy is going to go out for a bit with Bradley for dinner.” You said, walking over to her and crouching down next to her, “You’re going to stay here with Uncle Jakey and Nix.”

“We’re going to have so much fun, Princess G.” Jake said.

The doorbell rang and Jake stepped over to open the door.

“Come on in.” he said, “Lookin’ sharp, Rooster.”

“Thanks, Hangman.” He chuckled, stepping into the house.

“Woosta!” Gracie exclaimed, running over to him. You smiled, standing back up, as Bradley picked her up.

“Hi, Princess.” He chuckled, hugging her to him. She immediately laid her head down on his shoulder, snuggling into him. Unable to resist, you pulled your phone out and snapped a quick picture. He looked up, flashing a warm smile towards you. “You look beautiful, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” You replied, “You look pretty hot yourself.”

“Alright, you two.” Jake said, “It’s time for our slumber party with Princess G. No Moms and Roosters allowed.”

“Sounds like you’re going to have so much fun, Princess.” Bradley said, walking with her towards you.

“Come give Mommy hugs and kisses, Sweet Girl.” You said, reaching for her. She put her arms out for you to take her and immediately snuggled into you.

“Wuv you Mommy.” She said softly.

“I love you too Baby Girl.” You replied, “Be good for Uncle Jakey and Nix ok?”

“Otay.” She said, then looked back at Bradley, “Wuv you Woosta.”

“I love you too, Princess.” He replied, leaning down to drop a kiss on her head.

“Have her home by midnight.” Jake said, “No funny business. I’d hate to have to kick your ass.”

“Wow, Jakey.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Ok, Dad, let the kids go on their date.” Phoenix laughed. Shaking her head at Jake. “You two go have fun, we’ve got it under control.”

“Thanks, Nat.” You replied, hugging Gracie again before handing her to Jake. “Thanks Jakey.”

“It’s not a problem, Tulip. I get time with two beautiful ladies. It’s a win win.” Jake replied.

After saying goodbyes Bradley leads you out to the Bronco, opening the passenger door and helping you up before going around to the driver’s side and sliding in.

“I asked Jake for ideas of where to go… I didn’t wanna blow my one shot…” He said, giving you a sheepish look, “So I hope you like the Italian place he suggested.”

“Bradley, there is zero chance of you blowing this.” You assured him, “Italian sounds great.”

He visibly relaxed as he backed out of the driveway and started the journey to the restaurant.

“I feel like I’m the one that should be nervous.” You teased, “It’s been… a while….since I’ve been on a date.”

“Are you? Nervous?” he asked, glancing over at you.

“I was.” You admitted, “Getting ready, I was kinda a mess. But I’m not now. I feel comfortable with you… safe. You have a calming presence.”

He reached across the seat, taking your hand in his own, “You have no idea how much that means to me, Sweetheart.” He said softly, “I feel the same… being with you is calming. I love getting to spend time with you and Gracie, especially after a crazy week on base. I live for Fridays.”

“You never have to wait for Fridays,” You said, “Gracie and I would love to see you any day of the week.”

“You’re killing me, Sweetheart.” He groaned, “I know we need to take this slowly, but I didn’t realize how difficult that would be. I fall deeper every minute we get to spend together.”

“I’m sorry, Bradley.” You said, a mixture of feelings swirling inside you. You were happy and felt good that he was just as affected as you were, but feelings of guilt surfaced because of all of your baggage and the fact that you were still technically married was holding everything back. He needed someone who was free to love him the way he deserved without being bogged down.

“Hey, Sweetheart, no.” He said, squeezing your hand reassuringly, “Don’t apologize. I will happily go as slow as you need and wait as long as needed for the opportunity to be with you. You are worth it, Y/N.”

You gave him a soft smile, squeezing his hand back.

“You shouldn’t have to wait around for someone to figure their life out though. It’s not fair to you.” You said quietly.

“Sweetheart, some things in life are very much worth the wait.” He replied, “YOU are one of those things. I WANT to wait and be here when you’re ready. I want nothing more than a shot with you and Gracie.”

“You have more than a shot, Bradley.” You replied, deciding to trust in his words and in what Natasha had told you earlier at the beach, “Just promise if it gets to be too much, you’ll tell me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“I promise.” He said, flashing you a bright smile that went all the way to his honeyed eyes, “It won’t be too much, but I promise to keep open communication with you. Do you promise to tell ME if it’s too much, if you need more or need me to back off?”

“I promise.” You said, “But I don’t want or need you to back off.”

You arrived at the restaurant, Bradley once more opening your door and keeping his hand on the small of your back as you walked in. Once seated you ordered drinks before the waiter left you to look over menus. The night went smoothly, falling into easy conversation with Bradley. The two of you talked about everything and anything that came up. The more you learned about the aviator the further you fell for him. You knew you were dangerously close to falling in love with him.

“That was so good.” You sighed, taking a final bite of the chocolate cake you and Bradley had ordered to share. “I’m so full.”

“It was pretty good.” Bradley agreed, “I like that layered cake you made last week better though. That was amazing.”

“That’s Gracie’s favorite too.” You smiled, “I’ll have to make it again soon…for two of my favorite people.”

“I have it on good authority that you’re our favorite person too.” He replied, reaching across the table to gently take your hand in his again. “I’ve really enjoyed tonight, Sweetheart… not really ready for it to end… How would you feel about taking a walk? Or if you want, we can go to the Hard Deck.”

“I’m really enjoying it too.” You replied, “How about we walk on the beach near the Hard Deck and if we decide to get a drink we’ll be right there?”

“That sounds perfect.” He replied.

After Bradley paid the check, the two of you walked out hand in hand to the Bronco. The ride to the beach parking closest to the Hard Deck was relaxed, Bradley never letting go of your hand. He had the radio set to a classic rock station but the volume down so you could still talk.

The parking lot was essentially deserted when he pulled in, only a few cars remaining. It was close enough to the Hard Deck, it sometimes doubled as overflow parking when needed. It didn’t appear to be the case tonight.

The two of you made your way to the beach, kicking off shoes once you reached the sand. You walked hand in hand down the beach, enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. After a while Bradley paused, tugging on your hand gently to get you to stop.

“Want to sit here for a while? The sun will be completely setting soon.” He suggested.

“Sure.” You replied, smiling softly. You followed him over to some rocks that had been smoothed out over time, making them perfect for sitting on.

Bradley sat down first, then pulled you down to sit in front of him, allowing you to rest against him. His arms coming around you to hold you.

“Is this ok?” He asked softly, his breath warm against your ear.

“It’s perfect.” You replied, relaxing into him. You rested your hands on his legs, sinking back into his warmth.

“This is way better than the Hard Deck.” He said, chuckling. “I love Penny and it’s a fun place to hang out, but this way I don’t have to share you.”

“I’ve not been there yet to make the judgment, but I think it would be really hard to top this.” You replied, “Penny offered me a part time job there though until I get my life figured out. I just need to find a temporary part time sitter until Amelia is off for the summer.”

“You’ll like working with Penny. She’s great.” He replied, “It’ll be good for you to be out of the house too, and good for Gracie to be around new people.”

“I’m just scared to trust anyone with her.” You admitted. “Scared Trent will show up and take her while I’m not there to protect her.”

“We won’t let that happen, Sweetheart.” He replied, “We will find someone to watch her where she’s completely and 100% safe.”

“Do you know how absolutely amazing you are?” You asked, moving your head so you could look back at him. “I can’t even express how full my heart gets when I see you with Gracie and how sweet you are with her. I don’t know how we got so lucky to get to have you in our lives.”

“Sweetheart, I’m the lucky one.” He replied, his voice thick with all the emotions he was feeling, “You and Gracie are all I never knew I was missing from my life. I don’t even want to think about my life without you two now. I was just sort of existing on auto-pilot until walking into Jake’s that day on an SOS Princess mission.”

“I can’t give you a definitive time for everything with Trent to be wrapped up, but I promise, Gracie and I aren’t going anywhere.” You said.

“I don’t need a timeline, Sweetheart.” He replied, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere either.”

You continued to sit together, watching as the sun set over the water. The sky changed colors until darkness settled in. Once the sun set the temperature started to drop, making you shiver despite Bradley’s warm body against your back.

“You’re getting cold, Sweetheart.” Bradley said, noticing the shivering, “Let’s head back to the Bronco. We can decide where to go from there.”

“Ok,” You replied, “I wasn’t anticipating such a big difference in the temp once the sun set.”

“It’s not as noticeable, unless you’re on the water.” He replied, “By the beach, you end up feeling the difference more.”

You walked back the way you’d come, hand in hand. This time you stopped to put your shoes back on before hitting the pavement of the parking lot.

Once back at the Bronco, Bradley walked with you to the passenger side. Instead of opening the door, he turned so that he was standing facing you, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. You leaned into his hand, enjoying the feel of it against his warm palm. You moved your hands up and around to his back, while he moved his other hand up to cup your face, looking into your eyes. You took a slight step closer, your hands moving up on his back in the process.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to misread this situation…” He said, “But I really want to kiss you right now.”

“You’re not misreading anything.” You whispered.

Bradley leaned in slowly, giving you time to change your mind. His hands moved into your hair, tipping your head back and leaning further down until his soft lips connected with your own. A few seconds later, he pulled back to see your reaction. Seeing you smile, he leaned back in, chasing your lips again. You tightened your grip on his back, trying to get closer. He holds you tighter, his tongue snaking out to lick the seam of your lips. You open, granting him access, your own tongue meeting his as you both tentatively give in to the attraction that had been building. You remain locked in the heated exchange for what felt like hours but was only moments, before the need for oxygen forced you to separate enough to pull in shaky breaths.

“Holy shit.” Bradley whispered, not able to trust his voice. “That was incredible.”

“You are an exceptionally good kisser, Bradley.” You replied, your voice shaky from the kiss.

“That was all you, Sweetheart.” He said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this affected by a kiss before.”

“I thought the ‘feeling fireworks’ or ‘sparks flying’ were just figures of speech.” You smiled, “I can confirm it is an actual occurrence.”

“Right there with you,” He smirked, “I need a minute to recover here.”

By the time Bradley was pulling the Bronco onto Jake’s street it was close to 11. The two of you had stopped at the Hard Deck for a drink before calling it a night. Coyote, Payback, Fanboy and Bob had been there. They tried to coerce Bradley into a game of pool, but he’d firmly declined, wanting to devote all of his attention to you.

“I had a really good time tonight, Bradley.” You said, smiling over at him. Your hands were once again entwined. “Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Sweetheart.” He replied, smiling over at you. “I hope I get to take you out again soon… and I’d love to spend time with you and Gracie together too.”

“We’d both love that” You assured him. “And look, we’re home before midnight.”

“That we are.” He agreed, then frowned at an unfamiliar car parked on the street with Texas plates. “Hey, Sweetheart, do me a favor and call Jake quick. Tell him and Nat to come outside. You’re going to go with Nat into the house and call the police. Stay inside with Gracie.”

“Bradley, what’s going on?” You asked, looking around to see what you’d missed, your eyes landing on the very familiar car. You felt bile start to rise in your throat, your heart started to race.

“Baby, I need you to stay calm ok?” Bradley said, “There is nothing he can do to you. Neither Jake nor I will let him anywhere near you, I promise you that. Can you please call Jake? I’m going to park and get out so I’m able to get you ok?”

You nodded then pulled your phone out and called Jake.

“Tulip, why are you calling me from the driveway?” Jake asked, confusion in his voice.

“Jakey” You whispered, fear choking your voice. “It’s Trent… he’s here.”

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roosterforme · 1 year

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I'm so sorry! I was distracted when I sent you my blurb request and I said 400K instead of 4K and forgot to give you a Dagger. So let me try this again.

Rooster

"Let me see your eyes"

Aftercare.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! And congrats again!

If it was in fact 400k, I would be dead from shock LOL. Here is your blurb!

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Just One More

Bradley had worked you over good. You were a teary eyed mess beneath him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy while he teased your wet, swollen clit. You could barely even focus on him now, so far gone after multiple orgasms.

"Look at me, baby," he commanded, and your bright eyes fluttered open again. "That's my pretty girl."

"Bradley," you gasped, trying to catch your breath while he chased his own finish. "I can't."

"Yes you can, sweetheart." And then he felt a soft clenching sensation around his cock as you came again for him.

"Oh, please," you whined softly, your eyes closing again.

He leaned down and kissed your cheek as a tear fell. "Just for you, baby," he whispered, rubbing his mustache along your soft skin as he came with a groan. Bradley pulled out and painted your belly and tits with his cum. The relieved look on your face spurred him to guide his softening cock up to your mouth, and he watched as you kitten licked the drops of cum from his tip before they fell.

"Thank you." Your soft voice broke on the words, and Bradley kissed your lips hard.

He scooted off the bed, running his fingers along your lips and admiring the white mess covering you. "I'll get you all cleaned up," he promised before returning from the bathroom with a wet towel. He watched you start to doze off as he cleaned you, careful to be gentle with your sensitive body.

"Baby, let me see those eyes," he whispered, and you were alert again. "You did so good."

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rosiethedragongeek · 8 months

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Because it is officially the same month as the first day of Fall happens,,, it's OFICIALLY Halloween so here are some Fall/Halloween headcanons for the gang <3

okay it got a little long so I'm gonna put a keep reading thing so that it doesn't take up too much space lol

Snotlout is one of those people who REFUSES to admit that he is cold even when he is like, violently shivering

The twins are giving out Thorston sandwiches left and right they cannot be stopped, you WILL find yourself in the middle of a Thorston Sandwich at LEAST once or twice a week

Tuffnut knits sweaters for Chicken, Rooster, and ALL of the chicks

They all cuddle their dragons at night to stay warm <3

When they're all hanging out together, Hooky will flame up and they'll all sit close to him

They toast food on him all the time when they're hanging out like this

They go to carve pumpkins but they get SUPER competetive about it (idk if they realistically could get their hands on pumpkins and idk if they would even be exposed to that tradition but for the sake of this they can and they have lol)

They're all trying to carve pumpkins of their dragons

Hiccup gets super creative about it he calculates things, he's got a ruler, he's got a pencil to make markings beforehand, the whole deal

Fishlegs' is very artistic (he also makes a model meatlug out of like four pumpkins instead of just carving her into one)

The twins actively try to cut each other's fingers off while carving theirs

The twins try to fill hollow pumpkins with zippleback gas and use them like bombs lol

Which leads to them eating a lot of roasted pumpkins

Hiccup always has long sleeves but he is SO cold ALL the time, he gets a thicker tunic and some furs to keep warm

Snotlout makes fun of him for giving into the cold

Astrid does too but it's okay because she is ACTUALLY impervious to the cold

P sure that Fall in Berk comes with a mix of heavy rain and light snow so there's a lot of muddy slush all over

Berk is all decorated with candles and dragons cut out of colored papers and stuff

They have a bonfire in the center of the village that they light at night around this time of year

The twins insist on cooking for the gang using *fall flavors* which goes about as well as expected (there is SO much cinnamon) (once again idk if they have cinnamon on Berk or wtv but it's fun to imagine they do so they do)

The twins knit the LONGEST scarves for Barf and Belch

Fishlegs has a criminal amount of candles in his hut, and has made Meatlug SO many blankets and his hut is so cozy and warm

Fishlegs made them all scarves in their colors

Astrid still does her morning flights with Stormfly even though it's fucking cold she loves it

She's like no you guys you don't get it it keeps you alert

It's good for you

Snotlout absolutely gets sick trying to prove that he is unbothered by the cold and how he actually can swim in the ocean for an hour without getting so cold he has to come out

That's the twins' fault for sure

They honestly all probably get sick flying around in the sky and the clouds and stuff especially during storms and stuff bc despite what the movies and shows show you Berk is notoriously super wet and cold so

Fishlegs is the one to call everyone getting sick EVERY TIME

He also brings them all warm Yak milk with cinnamon at night time

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thekidsralright · 1 year

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The Last Night

pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x female!reader

summary: it’s Bradley’s last night with you before deployment. He wants to make some memories before he goes…

warnings: this is 18+ folks, swearing, oral (f! receiving), piv sex, hard/rough sex, cum eating, mention of choking, bruises, biting, fluff and sweet moments can be found at the end after the filth

author note: omg my first attempt at writing smut ahhhhhh! It’s pretty short and sweet but tbh I just needed to bite the bullet and write something quick otherwise I never will. Hope it’s not too shabby, I mean I read enough smut to last a lifetime so it should be bearable at least lol

hope you enjoy!

He’s leaving tomorrow.

That’s all you can think about as Rooster kisses down your neck; leaving wet, red marks in his wake. You should be enjoying this, cherishing the time you have left before his deployment. But the only thought that keeps circling back around, haunting every touch, every glance, every kiss: he’s leaving tomorrow.

Rooster knows this is how you’ve been feeling for a while, which is why he doesn’t question why you grip his hand a little tighter sometimes, or start staring at nothing for a moment; lost in your own head with all the what if’s. He knows you’re not taking this well. To be honest, you both expected this reaction; it’s his first long-term deployment since you started dating. 3 months. What went in the blink of an eye when you first got together will now stretch itself into what will feel like years.

Neither of you are happy about it one bit. But the alternative to being apart is asking the man you love to give up his first ever love: flying. You could never do that to him, would never dream of it. Which is why you’re happy to shoulder the pain that comes with being a fighter pilot’s girl. Being Rooster’s anything is better than being nothing to him. Every touch reminds you of that.

“Come on hunny, play with me”. He’s still sucking on the skin of your neck, hands grabbing greedily at your back, your waist, your ass. He’s trying to distract you from your own head. And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t starting to work. Slightly.

“I’m gonna miss you so bad, you have no idea” he whispers as his kisses start trailing over your shoulders, down to your chest.

Your hands go to the base of his neck, running your fingers up into his hair. Rooster hums in approval, happy you’re finally beginning to touch him as well. Ok, maybe his seduction tactics do work after all. You pull his head back up, pressing your bodies even closer than before; staring at one another.

“Just promise you’ll come back to me, Bradley. I can’t lose this…you”. You both pause, the movements of his mouth and hands halted. For a second, you wonder if he even heard you; he never gave a response. He just kisses you. Hard. He’s kissing you like he has never tasted anything so good and sweet and addicting in his life. Your breathing becomes heavy as he backs you up into the kitchen counter.

Moving his hands to the backs of your thighs, his voice rough, guttural, he tells you: “jump”. As you did, he helps you up, your legs immediately parting for him to move into. You need his body to be up against yours. You need to get your fix before it’s too late, before you only have your hand and imagination to use. You wrap your legs around him as he pulls you forward so that your ass is resting just on the edge.

He grinds and presses himself onto you. Even with jeans on, you can feel how hard he is and the pressure against your pussy makes you gasp. “You feel that baby? Every morning I wake up and every night I go to bed, I’m gonna be this fucking hard thinking of you…wishing you were there, that sweet mouth and pussy available for me to fuck and fill as much as I want.” His words make you shiver all over, your hands moving desperately over his body.

He reaches in between you both and grips your pussy, massaging you through your underwear. “And I know you’ll to be touching yourself too, riding your fingers until you scream out, wishing it was my cock inside you instead.” You moan at that, unable to stop yourself from lifting yourself onto his hand, providing more pressure.

“Please baby, I need this. We both do. Stop with the games and just…” you can’t finish the sentence before Bradley’s hands are already pulling your underwear to one side and rubbing his fingers up your centre. You cry out, gripping his shoulders tightly as he kneels before you.

“I want to see you come undone sweetheart. I need some memories to take with me”. As he puts his mouth onto your clit, sucking in as his tongue plays with you, you’re more than happy to oblige him. His hands grip your thighs tight, most likely leaving bruises in their wake but you couldn’t care less when his head is between your legs, making you feel so fucking good. Bradley knows you like to see marks on yourself after you fuck, and he won’t admit it but he loves to see them too. So, when he grips too tight or bites too hard, you both know it just gets you off even more.

“I need you in me. Please just fuck me already” you whine as his hands move to your tits, squeezing your nipples so hard you almost cry out. Rooster looks up from your pussy long enough to give you that signature smirk that drew you to him when you first met, before saying “gotta say the magic words baby…who do you want to fuck you?”

You let out a soft whine as his tongue continues its assault on your clit. He slaps your tits to get your attention back, as if it had gone anywhere else. “I want you to fuck me, Lieutenant Bradshaw”. Those were the words that got Bradley doing just about anything you wanted. Using his navy title was like playing the winning hand in a game of poker; you know it will come out on top every time.

Rooster gets up from the floor, hastily unbuckling his belt. You loved how eager he always was to go down on you and you regularly enjoyed returning the favour, but tonight was different. It felt like you didn’t have enough time for all of that, like he was being taken away from you right this second. You needed his cock inside you, filling you up. You craved the feeling of his cum dripping out of you, claiming you as his and leaving his mark in you before he goes.

Jeans discarded on the floor, Bradley pumps his cock once, twice in his hand and then up and down your now dripping pussy. It feels good, but you’re not in the mood for games. “You better fuck me right now Lieutenant, or I swear to god…” You didn’t get to finish before Rooster had silenced you with his hand around your throat and his cock pushed into you, right up to the hilt. You cry out, pain and pleasure mixing together as he’s just that big you sometimes forget how stretched you can feel when he’s fucking you hard.

“You’ll swear to who?... Hmm?...You’ll do nothing but fucking scream, do you hear me? You’ll be fucked senseless by the time I’m through with you and your tight, little cunt”. You love it when Bradley talks like this, so territorial and animalistic over you. Your moans of pleasure only spur him on to slam his cock into you harder, deeper. His balls smacking your skin as he rams into you over and over and over…

“Fuck, Bra- Oh my god, FUCK!” You can’t form any coherent words and his pace doesn’t slow down. Soon enough, sweat glistens off both of you and you can feel yourself getting close. He gathers your hair to the top of your head with one hand as the other grips your tit, using them to keep you in place.

“Wanna see that pretty face when you cum for me…wanna look at you when I cum inside your pussy baby”. He moves his hand back down from your tits to your clit, rubbing furiously once again. You reach your peak as your body racks and thrashes, screaming his name repeatedly, as if reciting a prayer. Rooster’s not far behind you as he fills you up, cock spasming in you as he grunts and moans loudly.

Both coming down from your highs, you stay in this position for a minute; soaking in the sight of each other whilst in this state. Bradley pulls out of you, watching the cum drip down, just like he wanted to see. He pushes his fingers in your tender pussy and you whimper as he does, pushing as much as he can back inside. Lifting them to your lips, you part yours wide enough for him, sucking his fingers clean and releasing them with a soft pop.

After staring at you for a moment, he asks with a furrowed brow “Was I too rough?” He does this every time and every answer you give him is the same. “No baby, I enjoyed it.” Bradley knew you did, he just needed assuring that he wasn’t pushing your body too far. Despite you both liking it rough, he cherished you and your body as if you were a god. He would never do anything you wouldn’t like, wouldn’t get off from. That’s what was so great about him: he always put you first.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I wanna cuddle in bed and watch a sad movie” he says, helping you off the counter. And just like that, your sweet lil’ Rooster was back. You give a soft chuckle as you both make your way to the shower, Bradley’s arms wrapped around you, not quite ready to let go of one another just yet.

***

When you wake up, it’s still well before sunrise and it puts a small smile on your face to know that Rooster is still yours for a little longer. You turn over and see that he’s already awake, stroking your arm lightly. “Sorry if I woke you” he mumbles quietly into the still dark room. You take his hand and weave your fingers through his, brushing your lips over each one softly. “Don’t be sorry, I need all the time I can get with you”. You smile as you say this, trying to keep the mood light but failing terribly. Those thoughts you were having last night have returned in full force and the last thing you want to do is think about leaving this bed, this room, and letting Rooster go.

He notices your eyes welling and pulls your body into his, cuddling you to him. “Shh…shh baby it’s ok” he tries to reassure you, despite his throat getting clogged up at his own, similar thoughts. You both lay there like that for a while, afraid to loosen your grip on each other, content to stay like this forever. Bradley pulls away just enough that you’re face to face, staring into one another’s eyes.

“As mind-blowingly epic as last night was, and trust me I won’t be forgetting it any time soon…I’m gonna miss this the most. Holding you. Waking up with you next to me and knowing whatever I gotta do, it’s fine because I got my girl with me…you’re…” Bradley pauses, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he cups the side of your face “you’re my best friend”.

You don’t know what to say, maybe because nothing has to be said. So, you pull him back to you and stay intertwined until the sun rises and the alarm clock rings. For a while, neither of you move to turn it off. You just enjoy this small slice of peace that is each other, experiencing the end of one of the many last nights you will spend together.

#bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun #bradley bradshaw #miles teller #rooster #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #rooster imagine #rooster smut #rooster fluff

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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congrats on 2k my love! you deserve it more than anyone!

🐖 - maybe a little hurt/comfort blurb for Bob and Sweet Pea after she watches one of his fights the first time and gets a bit of a scare 🫡

thank you, hunny! I did change it up a bit just because I don't think Sweet Pea would get incredibly scared unless something really bad happened, so she ended up a bit angstier lol

warnings: language, injury, boxing inaccuracies probably

Bob Floyd doesn’t like fighting. He’s good at it and it pays the bills, but he doesn’t enjoy it.

(Bob’s aware there’s some dark, twisted part of him deep inside that does relish in the feeling of being stronger than anyone he’s faced in the ring. That there’s a part of him that fills with relief at every win he racks up because it means that Bob Floyd can guarantee that he’ll put someone in the ground before he ever lets them hurt the people he loves. But that’s a part of Bob he refuses to acknowledge.)

So Bob Floyd doesn’t take joy in boxing. He doesn’t replay each hit over and over in his brain. He doesn’t even get that rush of adrenaline the other boxers hype up so much. Bob Floyd fights because he’s good at it and it pays the bills. He doesn’t enjoy it.

“Bobby!”

Bob doesn’t like the idea of you being anywhere near the Hard Deck, especially on a night that he’s fighting. He can’t keep an eye on you when he’s fighting, can’t protect you from the shady people he knows find sanctuary between its walls. Bob makes you promise to stay with Adler, or if not Adler, Penny—hell, even Rooster—anyone who knows the Hard Deck as well as he does. Anyone he can trust to keep you safe.

��Bobby, baby, you gotta open your eyes.”

“Would someone grab that fucker?! Reaper doesn’t fuckin’ drop like that from a regulation punch.”

Bob feels something card through his hair, soft and comforting and a little shaky. Something wet drips onto his temple.

“Bob, you’re scaring me— Is there a doctor? He won’t— He’s not waking up!”

He hears a voice that sounds afraid, wavering and sniffly, and with all the chaos around him, Bob knows that he shouldn’t be able to hear it at all. But he does. There’s something gentle in his hair, something wet on his temple, and something soft cupping his cheek. Yeah, Bob doesn’t like fighting.

Heavy eyelids blink open and Bob is greeted with the familiar sight of the ceiling of Maverick’s office. It’s a sight all Mav’s fighters have seen at least once in their lives, the washed out maroon couch in the left corner was basically the unofficial med-bay. Bob had spent a fair few nights on its lumpy cushions.

There’s a loose weight in his right hand and Bob sits up, ignoring his pounding headache as he takes in his surroundings. He frowns.

The weight in his hand is revealed to be one of your hands, stretched up to interlock with his fingers, as you sleep on the floor beneath him. Your other arm is acting as a pillow, and you don’t even have so much as a single blanket, and Bob doesn’t like that one bit so, against his better judgment, he moves to pick you up.

You awaken with a start, looking around with wide, panicked eyes until it finally hits you that Bob is sitting up, looking back at you. “No, stop it,” you fight his hold stubbornly. “You’re hurt, don’t try to lift me.”

Bob ignores your protests, moving you to his lap as he settles into the maroon couch. His thumb rubs the indents on your cheek that were left behind by the carpet.

“Why were you on the floor?”

“Why—” You almost laugh, though Bob doesn’t miss the way you melt into his hand. “You got knocked out, Bobby. The other guy had brass knuckles under his wraps. And no one was letting me take you to the hospital! Bob, I thought— You’ve been unconscious for hours!”

Your lip is bitten raw and Bob coaxes it out from under your teeth as he shushes you gently. Though his head feels like he got hit with a brick, it’s nothing Bob hasn’t felt at one point or another so he pushes through it, stroking your back to stop you from working yourself up again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya,” Bob says guiltily and you must hear it in his voice because you blink through the memory to look at him softly.

“It’s not your fault,” you lay a gentle hand on Bob’s bruised temple and he hums in relief. “And you woke up, so— So it’s all better.”

With you caressing him like he’s made of glass, Bob can’t help but lean up to catch your lips with his own. “All better,” he breathes against them.

#bob floyd blurb #bob floyd x sweet pea #sweeter than sugar #under the hard deck #bugs hits 2000 #buggy's got a pen

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍: 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

featuring bradley (rooster) bradshaw

mutual masturbation (n): sexual activity in which two individuals stimulate each other's genitals at the same time for the purpose of sexual gratification.

nsfw!

note ; starting to think all my rooster blurbs just have some kind of evil backstory for NO reason

warnings ; friends to lovers (like who’s shocked. really. but also not lovers. they’re actually roommates lol), mutual masturbation, a tad of voyeurism

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This is wrong, this is so wrong, this is utterly fucked.

Despite the words that circle in his head like a racecar, he doesn’t listen to his conscience, or any inherently good part of himself for that matter. Bradley Bradshaw remains outside the door of your room, ear pressed to the wooden door, listening and memorizing the sound of your sweet, torturous moans.

The outline of his erect cock strains against his sweatpants, the ones he had put on earlier so that he could finally hit REM with a curfew. With the sounds echoing from your four walls, there was no chance of that happening now.

See, he wasn’t normally a perverted nuisance who stood outside his roommate’s doors, listening to them pleasure themselves during the late hours of the night. This just happened to fall into his lap — you fell into the palm of his hand, trapping him with your long lashes and curved nose — and he refused to burden himself with guilt.

Arousal floods through his whole being, blood rushing to his cock. He feels lightheaded under the iridescent light of your hallway. All that can be heard is the sound of your purring, and he assumes you’re either rubbing furiously at your clitoris, or pumping your fingers in and out of your entrance. The thought of it being both sends a tingle down his spine.

The material of his boxers is already being wetted by the droplets of his precum, causing it to stick to the tip of his cock. He glances at the door at the door that separates the two of you, the only barrier holding him back from seeing what he’s been imagining since you signed that lease with him.

He pauses in his tracks. His eyes are glued to the small crack of the door.

You forgot to lock it.

Bradley silently screams into the void, bites down on the inside of his shirt. He can’t. He shouldn’t. Not like this. But his cock is begging to spring free from the confines of his boxers and if he presses his ear close enough to the crack he can hear your juices squelching.

The chip on his shoulder that has malfunctioned minutes before causes him to reach out, push the door open a millimeter and peer in. He hopes that you’re so lost in your release you don’t notice his lingering gaze.

Luckily enough, he can get a clear picture of what you’re doing. You’re laying on your full-sized mattress, shirt bunched up around your neck, your breasts on display as your pointer and middle finger rub circles into your clitoris. Your knees are bent, thighs spread wide open, not a care in the world. Like no one was watching.

You let out a guttural moan, body shivering as you hit a particularly sensitive nerve. Rooster gulps, readjusts his boxers to accommodate his aching erection.

And he’s thinking of all the times he’s thought of you in this way, imagined you in the shower or bent over the kitchen counter, and he wonders if you’d be into him that way. Sure, he was aware he was handsome. That much was obvious. But, with you, it was always different. Always a game of cat and mouse. Always friends. Always a little more.

So, when your lips curve to make a noise, to let out a name that sounds all too familiar, his erection grows tenfold. “Rooster.” It’s quiet, tentative, like you shouldn’t be moaning it. And as far as you know, you can’t be loud, because your roommate should be in the room next to you.

He blinks twice. Just to check if he’s dreaming.

He cracks open the door a tad more, another centimeter. He doesn’t think you’ll notice. How could you, with your fingers buried in your dripping cunt?

“Rooster.”

And it takes him a few seconds, a few moments of his callsign hanging in the air, before he realizes you’re looking at him. Through the small crack he’s created. Through to his piercing eyes, staring at him hungrily. Your voice jolts him back to reality, “Are you gonna stand there like some kind of freak?”

He’s not shocked by your sarcasm. Your wit. That’s the reason he fell so irrevocably in love with you. It feels like time stops, like the hands of the clock reversed. His mouth runs dry. He needs to respond, make it known that he is not some freak. “I-I —“

Your tone is low, and dare he say, seductive. “I’m not mad, Roos. But, this is not a free show.”

With your hands still on your throbbing core, he can’t find any words in the English language. He looks innocent, boyish, with his eighties style mustache that is borderline pornographic, eyes blown out of his sockets as he tries to comprehend the scene in front of him.

“It’s okay. You can come in,” You continue, voice a breathy whisper. You’re so close, teetering on the edge. If he would just speak, alert you that he’s right there with you..

He answers your pleas with a step past the threshold of your doorway. Bradley closes it and locks it behind him. His presence lingers by the door, mind reeling. You blink at him innocently, a small smile on your lips. “Was kinda hoping you’d hear me on the other side.”

“Really?” His voice is squeaky.

“Come on, don’t be coy,” You let out a giggle, your fingers stalling as you lazily rub circles into your clitoris, leaning up on your elbows to catch a glimpse of your roommate, your crush, the boy who’s lived in your wet dreams since the day you signed the lease.

“You sure?” Steady. Careful. Bradley, always the one who treads lightly. It’s the most attractive quality he has.

“Well, I’m laying here getting myself off in front of you, so I think I’m pretty sure.” He thinks your eyes are darker than usual, overcast with some kind of lustful want. He feels like he’s in a trance, his feet moving slowly like gum to a desk, sitting down on the edge of your bed tentatively.

“You can touch me if you want.”

The words are welcoming, inviting. He’s still a bit weary, a little cautious like he always is. Normally, he would exert dominance. Every girl he’s hooked up with has been a one-and-done experience, someone he’s fucked into oblivion and forgot about. But, under these circumstances, where you’re not just any girl, he forgets how to use his fingers.

The pad of his thumb makes contact with your sore clit, replacing your worn-out hand. You bite down on your lip, chest heaving from the minimal sensation, because it’s Bradley, because it’s finally happening. “Please,” you plea, your eyelashes innocently batting at him.

He presses tiny circles, minuscule ones, watches as your face contorts and breathing increases. Small whimpers fall from your lips, bounce off the walls and echo in his eardrum. Bradley is certain he’s never been harder before in his life.

You notice the tent that’s been growing in his pants, wonder how long he’s been like that, how badly he might need to release too. You glance up, try to speak as smoothly as possible with his hand still on your bundle of nerves. “Do you need help with that?”

His mouth is slightly ajar, little gasps of air being taken in. He knows what you’re referring to. Doesn’t want to bring attention to it, because he’s honed in on one thing only: making you cum.

But, you have alternate plans.

You grab onto his wrist, pull his finger off your clit and onto your tongue, tasting yourself mixed in with the saltiness of his skin. Bradley’s brain goes empty, limbs go numb. With the removal of his finger from your mouth, you say, “I want to watch how you make yourself cum. Want to see you jerk yourself off.”

He raises an eyebrow, a deep exhale expelling from him. “You do?”

“Want to see you cum while you watch me pleasure myself,” You lean back against your headboard, your own hand lingering dangerously close to your sopping entrance.

He exhales a deep sigh of relief, stands up and pulls his sweatpants down to his ankles. Bradley readjusts himself back onto your bed, the mattress crew king with his weight. Sits right along the wooden board at the end of your bed.

You admire his cock, his girth and length taking you by surprise. He shudders as his thumb slides down the head of his cock to collect the precum seeping there and wraps his palm around his cock. He gives himself a few short strokes, distributing it down his shaft. You leisurely begin to join him, kneading circles into your clit.

You know it won’t take you long to cum. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” You utter provocatively.

He gulps thickly, sweat beading at his forehead. He moves his hand up and down, tightening to emulate the feeling of what he would imagine your warm walls would feel like around him. As he thinks about it, his lips are parted, his eyes are closed, and his hips are pushing up into his fist.

“What are you thinking about? Talk to me, Roos,” You purr.

He looks up from where his gaze was planted before, cheeks bright red. “Thinking about you, baby. You fucking me. You riding me and your walls tightening around my cock.”

You let out a wanton moan, “Fuck. Need that so bad. Want to feel every inch of you filling me up.”

“Yeah?” He grunts. “How long you been thinking about this?”

“For months, Roos,” Your speed increases. “Been getting myself off every night to the thought of you pounding into me.”

His breaths are shallow, the tip of his cock red and achy. “You wanted to get caught, huh? Leaving that door open for me?” His question is pointed.

Your legs tremble a little as your orgasm hangs like a question in the air. “Y-yes. Wanted you to hear me moan your name out.”

Bradley tenses, his abdominal muscles contracting as your name falls from his lips amongst other profanities. “Jesus Christ.”

“Are you close?” You whimper, your fingers digging into your entrance, your juices sloshing with each thrust.

His hips buck upwards at your inquiry. “So damn close. Fuck, baby.”

His head falls backwards, his mind reeling with images of you. Images that flash like a camera shot: you on top of him, your nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his shoulders as you ride him, your tits bouncing in his face, his hands gripping your hips, your plump lips parted and moaning his name as you lose yourself, and you milking him so roughly that he's coming.

Hot, white semen seeps from his tip, spilling down his hands and making a mess of his boxers and your freshly-washed sheets.

And you’re cumming too at the sight of him. He’s even more ethereal when he orgasms.

Your walls pulse around your fingers, body jolting forwards as shocks of electricity sparkle through your whole being. You can feel the juices splatter onto your hand, eyes squeezed tightly, scared to brave the world. Chest heaving, hair matted, little pants exiting your mouth.

You both sit there. Silent. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It’s like his confidence has been restored. Like he somehow found his ego somewhere during this time. He smirks a little, mustache curving upwards and all, and you lazily open your eyes to meet his smug gaze. “What?” You question.

“So… months?”

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Apollo and Lil Kazansky are similar in the fact that their horniness is unwatched when their tispy or drunk lol

Absolute MENACES, the both of them.

Tw: drinking and spanking

There’s a specific time that Bradley remembers, from one of your father’s infamous garden parties, that he watched it happen. An almost primal reaction. From the moment you lifted the glass to your lips and sipped back the fruity, strong, cocktail that your sister had poured together — he saw you change. You swallow, eyes darkening as you study his face, lips quirking up into a soft, undoubtedly mischievous smile.

He had swallowed dryly, fingers curling around the chilled beer bottle, frozen in place until he’s slapped in the chest by Jake and asked if he’s listening.

Less than an hour later, you’ve got his back pinned to the door of the laundry room and his pants around his ankles, moaning contentedly as you bob your mouth around his length.

He reaches behind him for the door handle again, eyes closed, brows knitted together in concentration. The third check provides no relief; there’s still no lock, his weight is the only thing keeping it shut.

“God, baby,” Rooster breathes hard, grunting as you pull off of him and nuzzle your face between his legs instead to kitten-lick at his balls. “Fuck, I’m — I’m gonna cum.”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, kneeling there with his swollen, glistening cock just grazing your chin, “On my face?”

“Fuck no, open your mouth.”

You giggle at his panicked reaction, opening obediently as he pushes at the back of your head to get your lips on him again. You moan contentedly, salted skin on your tongue, looking up at him through your wet lashes. He grits his teeth, grunting to keep his voice down as he spills urgently into your eager little mouth.

Even then, around him, you’re humming like he’s just fed you icing from the back of the spoon. He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the door, breathing hard to catch his breath. You pepper teasing kisses along his thighs and push yourself to his feet, kissing once at his exposed neck.

“That was fun.” You decide, smiling sweetly up at him as he tugs his jeans back up his legs. He pants, shaking his head.

“Yeah? — That’s your idea of fun?” Bradley rubs a hand over his eyes to try to get himself to stop seeing stars. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

———

And then Jake and Apollo??? Now, she lives to taunt him when she’s sober, but she knows that there’s always a little more leeway when she’s been drinking. He’s kinder to her in her inebriated state, usually trying to get her into bed with a cool glass of water.

Not tonight. Tonight, she has royally fooled him. He took her to her room like usual, and from the second he turned to close the door behind them, he realises that she’s tricked him.

She’s not half as drunk as she was pretending to be, just tipsy enough to be causing trouble. Jake blinks at her, folding his arms across his chest. She has shimmied out of her elegant slip dress and is now laying across her bed on her stomach in nothing but her heels and her panties.

“What? — Had to get you to myself somehow,” She whines, rolling onto her back and jutting out her bottom lip at him. Jake stalks towards her slowly. Her grin grows. “You’re not upset with me, are you, daddy?”

“Oh, I’m upset,” Jake tells her slowly. She presses her lips together, unable to hold back the delighted grin on her face. “D’you think I’m going to make you cum after you just pulled that stunt?”

She giggles him and nods her head, “Probably.”

Jake grabs her ankles in each of his hands and tugs her to the edge of the bed, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he admires the intricate black detailing on her underwear. “So you were planning to be bad this whole night, huh?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs, still grinning at him.

“Stand up,” Jake demands instantly, squeezing at her ankles and letting them go. As she stands, Jake takes her hand and walks backwards to the armchair in the corner of the room. He sits and pulls her with him, bending her over his knees. “You’re going to count to fifteen, and then you’re going to get dressed and tell all of those people out there that you’re feeling a lot better.”

“Jake…” She whines in complaint. His palm comes down hard across her ass, hard enough that she knows he’ll leave a print before he’s even halfway done. “Fuck!”

“Count, honey, we don’t have all night.” Jake muses, finally joining her, smiling softly.

…

#bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #sub rosa #operation apollo #thots night (:

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rainbow-universe · 1 year

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Please Come Home for Christmas

for @notroosterbradshaw’s #hello december playlist challenge !! go follow them bc they’re amazing and write fantastic fics!!

song: Please Come Home for Christmas by Eagles

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x GN!Reader

CW: established relationship, swearing, they celebrate Christmas, probably most likely definitely OOC!Bradley :)

a/n: so this totally got away from me as writing does and it might not be coherent lol (pls be kind it’s my first fic on this account skskdfdskjd) but the way this is so self-indulgent tho,,,, gift buying and giving gives me so much anxiety bc i never know what to get people :( but anyways i like what i wrote and maybe you will too!! happy holidays!!

summary: it would have been your first Christmas together, but Bradley got deployed and you’re still worrying about what to get him.

WC: around 2k

Bradley’s been deployed. Off flying, doing his job.

You’re at home. And life goes on.

🎄🎄🎄

You’re missing him like usual, especially because it’s nearing Christmas and, well, … it would have been your first Christmas together. But he was deployed, so, plans ruined. Oh well.

But … was there a secret part of you that was … a little relieved? The holidays meant a lot, and to spend them with a significant other? It felt like there was a lot of pressure.

And there was a small part of you that hated gift giving. Not that you hated giving gifts, in fact you loved giving little gifts and seeing the people smile and get excited over it. But … you were terrible at it. And it gave you so much anxiety.

You loved making things for the people you loved, but … well, even though you loved the saying “it’s the thought that counts”, because you put your heart and soul into everything you made, you’d once heard someone dispute that by scoffing “well, they’re just horrible at gift buying then.” And ever since then, you’d been extra self conscious of getting people gifts. You were always worrying that they’d hate it, or it’d be useless to them, and they’d never use it.

And for this year? To have a partner to have to get a gift for? It felt like there was more pressure on you. But then he got deployed and there was a possibility he wouldn’t be back for Christmas. Though you missed him so much, there was a small part of you that was scared you were relieved if he couldn’t make it back so you wouldn’t have to worry about gifts. But the thing was, you did want to show him how much he meant to you.

You’re scrolling through your phone one evening after work, curled up on your couch (that Bradley always complained was too small, much to your amusement), when it comes to you. An idea for his gift. It’s a great idea and even though it scares you half to death, all this vulnerability … well, to be honest, you love him in so many ways and for so many reasons and … you want him in your life for as long as you can have him. And fuck, he could be just so perfect sometimes. Soft and sweet and non-judgemental. Open, caring, cuddly. A fucking tease. Sarcastic, hard-working, determined. A fantastic partner and he deserved to know that. He deserved to be told, or shown, explicitly, over and over, just how amazing he is.

You got to work. Scrolling through your camera roll and searching through folders on your computer, even texting and calling your friends to ask them. You built it slowly, adding to it often, rearranging it again and again, having to pause every once in a while, because it reminded you just how much you missed him.

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His calls never came often enough, so you cherished them even more when they happened.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Hey,” you smiled and looked him over in the screen, he was still your handsome Rooster. It was so good to see him. “I’ve missed you,” you said honestly.

“I’ve missed you too, wish I was with you right now,” he said, eyes softening.

“Wish you were here too. It snowed again yesterday, I’m sure you would’ve loved it.”

“All cold and wet? Perfect weather for cuddling!” You snorted. “So, what have you been up to?” He asked.

You told him about meeting up with friends and your plans to meet up within the next couple of weeks, work, the shows you were watching. “Oh! And last week, I met up with Sacha, and you know how whenever we meet up, we just buy each other’s gifts together?”

“Yah…”

“And how we bought each other’s Christmas gift’s back in October?”

“And then you came home, and we baked cookies just so you could make a single Christmas cookie to wrap up and give them.”

You smiled at the memory. “Yes, that, and well, we’ve bought each other our birthday presents.”

Bradley laughed, “At least you don’t have to stress about that later.”

You chuckled awkwardly. If only you knew just how much stress I can feel, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sorry I’m not there.”

“Oh Bradley,” you said softly, “don’t apologize, there’s no reason to apologize, it’s ok, love. You’re doing your job, and I love that about you, ok?”

He nodded, knowing he was where he needed to be but still wanting to be with you instead. “I was really excited to spend Christmas with you,” he murmured.

“Love… it’ll be ok, we might just have to have Christmas in July,” you half-joked.

“We’d fit right in with those Hallmark movies,” Bradley chuckled.

“Exactly!”

You talked a bit more, then Bradley had to go so you said your goodbyes and hung up. You sighed. You cherished all the times you could talk with Bradley even if it made you miss him more afterwards. You stood up and walked to your kitchen, you were feeling a surge of energy to bake cookies. You would ride this wave of motivation until you were done, you thought, and got to work.

Christmas music played in the background as you measured and mixed ingredients, rolled and cut the dough. When you tuned back in to the music-

“Choirs will be singing, silent night,

“Christmas carols, by candlelight,

“Please come for-“

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas,” interrupted Mariah Carey.

That song would make you cry if you had to listen to the whole thing. You missed Bradley, but you couldn’t do anything about it, so you continued baking cookies.

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You held off wrapping his gift until Christmas Eve. In part because you didn’t finish it until Christmas Eve Eve, but also because you knew he wouldn’t be there to open it until … whenever he came back.

You had been able to call with him again the week before for a few minutes, the whole time both of you wishing you could be together in person. To hold hands, cuddle on the couch, anything, while he told you that he wouldn’t be able to call for a while.

You put his wrapped gift under the tree along with the few for and from you friends and family.

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Christmas morning, you woke up wrapped in your warm and cozy blankets. All your favourite people had plans today, you’d made plans with them for other days but today would be a quiet, lonely day.

You slowly got out of bed and put on your slippers and cozy robe over your pyjamas. You walked out to your living room where your small tree glowed with its coloured lights. After making yourself some hot chocolate and putting on some quiet Christmas music, you sat down in front of your Christmas tree. Today would be a good day, you decided. Even if you were alone, it was Christmas, you didn’t have work, there were the Christmas cookies you had baked earlier, and you had your meals for the day all planned out. Plus, you currently had a fantastic mug of hot chocolate in your hands, you were in cozy clothes in your place. It was a good day already.

You unwrapped the few presents you had and smiled at every one, sending happy holidays and thank you texts to your friends and family.

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As you were karaoke-ing to your Christmas after you ate lunch, your doorbell rang. You frowned and went to go see who was there. When you opened the door, you froze in shock.

“Hey sweetheart,” Bradley said.

“Wha- Bradley?!”

He laughed at your confusion, god, you had missed the sound of his laugh. “Merry Christmas?”

“You’re here. You’re really here,” you said.

“Yah, sweetheart, I’m here.” You flung yourself into his arms and gripped him tightly.

He loosened his grip, and you stepped back, keeping your hands on his arms. “So do I get to come in or …?” he teased.

Your eyes widened. “Yes, yes, come in, come in, I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

Bradley closed the door behind him. “Finished earlier than expected and I caught the fastest flights here. I was hoping I wouldn’t be too late.”

“Bradley Bradshaw, I don’t think you could be late. I swear to god you’re like a wizard, arriving precisely when you mean to,” you teased. “You’re here though, and you just so happen to be the best Christmas present I could ever get.”

“Kisses?”

“Yes.”

Bradley was immediately peppering your face in small kisses that made you giggle. “I missed you so *kiss* so *kiss* so *kiss* so *kiss* much!” He pulled away to look you in the eye. “I love you.”

You smile at him. “And I love you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Do you need anything?” you asked when he pulled away.

“You.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, certain there were hearts in them. “Food, water, sleep, something?”

“Just you,” he repeated.

You smiled at him and pulled him over to your couch. “Sit.” You grabbed the plate of cookies and offered it to him.

“Ok, well maybe I need you and cookies.”

You snorted as you snuggled into his side and sat together, enjoying each others company.

“Cute tree,” Bradley said.

“Small but cute.”

“Small and cute,” he corrected.

“Oh!” You got up and shuffled around Bradley’s long legs to grab his present. “For you,” you said awkwardly, handing him the wrapped gift. “Merry Christmas,” you mumbled.

Bradley looked up at you. “For me?” he asked taking it from you.

You nodded and sat back down beside him, trying to calm your anxiety.

“Can I open it?”

That made you smile, “yes, of course. I will warn you though, it’s probably really, ok no, it definitely is very cheesy.” You covered your face in embarrassment.

Bradley laughed. “I’ll love it.” You could here the certainty in his voice at he unwrapped the gift. “A scrapbook?” His voice was soft and excited.

You let out a breath and peeked between your fingers. “Yah.”

He flipped it open slowly and a smile broke out on his face.

There were selfies the two of you had taken together, pictures you’d taken of each other, and pictures your friends had taken, some of the two of you, some of just Bradley or some of Bradley and members of the Dagger squad. There were also mementos from moments in your shared life: receipts, stickie notes, all different things from different places and times. You written little notes to accompany everything, detailing when it was from.

You watched his face as he flipped through, seeing his smile grow, hearing him laugh. He paused every once in a while to turn to you and say how fantastic it was or how much he loved you or how did you get some of these pictures?

“I asked around. My friends, your friends, both had pictures they were willing to share.”

“Thank you,” Bradley said, looking at you.

You covered you face again. “You’re welcome, now continue, there’s still more.”

Bradley grabbed one of you hands and held it as he continued reading and flipping through, until he paused on the last page, and read your note again. He whipped his head to face you. “I love you. I love being in your life, I love having you in my life, too.”

Your eyes crinkled at the emotions bubbling up in you from his words. “You’re important to me, I appreciate you and I love you, like I said, well, wrote,” you said softly.

Bradley took the key taped in the book and held it up. “For-“

“You. For my place. So, well, you don’t have to knock anymore.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yah,” you whispered, already leaning in to kiss him.

“Merry Christmas,” Bradley whispered in between kisses.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered back.

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