#rooster one shot
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He needs his family
Angst, smut & and just a little bit of fluff.
Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Wife!Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: Your husband come back home to you completely shattered.
Warnings: mentions of rough sex, mental health issues, mentions of death and blood.
Author’s note: thank you guys so much for all the love I’ve been receiving from you guys! 🤍
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Rooster was usually enthusiastic when he came back home from deployment.
You could tell when he was happy to be back in the comfort of his home, enjoying every second with his boy that had gotten a couple of inches bigger since he left. Rooster had promised to teach him how to play the piano and show him granpa’s album collection when he got back.
But he had to admit that the best part of it was sleeping in his own bed in your arms every night, he’d miss making love to you and looking at how pretty your face looked when you started to doze off into your sleep.
But this time it was all different.
He doesn’t know you know. You received a call early in the morning, your alarm wasn’t set for another three hours. It didn’t startle you as much thinking it was Bradley since he’s overseas. But it wasn’t him, it was Pete.
Your heart sank, you didn’t want all the worst scenarios to play in your head, but they did.
“Pete” You tried to sound as if you weren’t biting your nails anxiously. But you knew that he was the bearer of bad news.
“Sorry to wake you up–” He started.
“No, no, no, it’s alright”.
“There’s been some complications in the mission with Bradley” He sighed. You covered your mouth trying to drown the sorrows. Oh god no, don’t let him be dead.
“Is he?” The words left your mouth so silently that you almost thought he wouldn’t hear you.
“He’s okay, they just have him in observation in the hospital” He is quick to clarify, imagining what you must be feeling on the other end. “His wingman didn’t make it”.
Your body feels cold when he says that. It’s not the first time he had an accident in the air, however this was the first time he lost anyone, and if it was his fault you know he will never forgive himself for it.
“He’s set to go home by the end of next week, I’m just supposed to be calling you just to let you know to pick him up at the airport” you hear a door close on his side of the line and his voice is much clearer.
“What happened?” The hot tears were falling down your cheeks and your nails were digging in the palm of your hand.
“I can’t go into details” Pete breathed out “All he needs is his family right now”.
“Alright” all the words get stuck in your throat. He hangs up the call leaving you unsettled.
It’s three in the morning and you're crying in your bed. You feel a lot of pressure in your head, your eyes trail off to the framed picture of your wedding day on your bedroom wall.
Your boy in the middle of both of you, he was just a couple of years old in that picture, had the biggest smile on his face just like Bradley’s.
He looks so much like him.
He was always stealing your phone to send him videos and pictures of what he was doing, he liked to keep him updated.
He had even dressed up as a pilot for halloween, he asked for you to make him a patch with the name: Nick Bradshaw “Hawk”, the call sign Bradley chose for him when they’d use to play pilots in the living room.
But lately he hasn’t replied to him.
You hate to see your son keep sending messages to him with no answer. It absolutely broke your heart when he asked you if his dad was mad at him.
You’d expect him to call you and tell you what happened but he didn’t.
Him going no contact for almost a week felt like forever, the only thing you knew from him were Pete’s texts tell you he’s not doing very well. Needless to say they just made the knot in your stomach grow bigger.
He finally decided to call you a couple of days before coming back. It wasn’t a long call, all that you could rescue from it was that he’s okay and he couldn’t wait to be back home. Nothing about the mission or his wingman.
It was a Saturday morning when he finally arrived back in Oregon, back home. Nick had spent all afternoon making a sign for his dad that read “Rooster” just like in his helmet.
“Mom help me hold it higher so he can see the sign I made”. You do your best in lifting him up, wrapping your arms around his stomach. He wasn’t that heavy for a six year old, but you had to admit you did struggle a little. “There he is! Dad!”
He looked tired– very tired. He had some bandages around his arm and from what you could tell he also had a limp on his right leg.
His pretty hazel eyes had some prominent eye bags below them that he was trying to hide under a black baseball cap, but managed to smile when he spotted you in the crowd of people.
As soon as Nick’s feet were in the ground again he ran straight to his dad giving him the biggest hug he could.
His hand takes Bradley’s walking him towards where you were standing. You see how his eyes tone down once he meets yours.
He didn’t waste no time, he’s holding you so close to him you could feel yourself melting into him. The only thing that runs through your head is Maverick saying that Rooster needs his family.
“Welcome home honey” you whispered to his ear and that made him hold you tighter.
“I missed you guys so much” you rubbed his back. He’s been gone for almost seven months, you could honestly stay like this for hours.
“Dad, did you see my sign?” Your son pulls on his arm to try and grab his full attention, you find it so adorable how he had to get on his tippy toes to reach it.
“I did see it, you made this?” He was holding the paper in his hands, lowering at Nick’s height. He nodded with pride and started to explain it to Bradley. “ Can I keep it?”
“Yeah, I made it for you”.
“I love it, thank you” He hugs him one more time before rolling it up so he can put it on his backpack “C’mere” he carries him all the way back to the car on his shoulders.
The car ride was unexpectedly quite enjoyable, you could tell that he was trying to avoid any question that had to do with his deployment, nonetheless he seemed to be his warm self, which was honestly a big relief, you were prepared to have him at his worse but here he is smiling and singing in your car without a care in the world.
If you didn’t know him any better you’d know how good he is at evading the actual problems, he hopes that you're not too mad at him.
He wasn’t ignoring you. He was tired and maybe that was the worst excuse he could ever give you but there was no way he could talk to you without breaking down, how could he ever tell you it’s his fault that someone is dead.
There are a lot of maybes he’s scared about and it feels so intimidating looking into your eyes and saying that he’s alright just a little bruised so that you don’t have to be worried about him, he doesn’t know how long is he going to be able to keep it up, last thing he wants is for you to be disappointed in him.
He makes conversation about how he likes the new changes you made to the house, he marks down the inch Nick grew in the past months, he helps with dinner and the dishes. He has to repeat to himself that everything is alright, everything is normal, but he can even bring himself out of the bathroom without his anxiety shooting to the roof.
Before he could allow his mind to overthink any further he opens the door, finding you putting his clothes away on his side of the closet. His heart beats faster every step he takes in your direction and reminds himself to loosen up, that you love him.
“Hey” He hugs you from behind leaving a sweet kiss on your temple. There were still some traces of the vanilla scent you used and that was his favorite on you.
“Hi” You turn wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a warm smile. His hands fall to your hips holding tightly.
You can tell he’s nervous, his thumbs draw circles on your skin and he bites the inside of his cheek. The way his eyes look at you starts to take you back to the hurt Bradley from when his mother passed away.
You hate that you feel sorry for him, it’s just one thing after the other for him, it’s like he can’t catch a break.
You close the distance hugging him as hard as you could “Hey, it’s alright. You’re home.” you whisper trying to make him feel better.
Most people would never guess how depressed Rooster could get, the way he would let himself spiral into the rabbit hole made it sometimes very hard to pull him out of it. And it cost you a lot to do it but he was worth it.
You’ve always tried to be a good wife to him, always tried to make sure he didn’t feel alone, even when you weren’t by his side you tried to give him a ground to stand on.
“What happened Bradley?” Your fingers running slowly through his hair. He remained silent pulling closer to him as if he was trying to keep you from running away from him.
You know he doesn’t want to answer you. Not yet at least.
“I love you” His beautiful hazel eyes look straight into yours now looking like they lost their warmth.
There is a knot in your chest growing and growing as you see how shattered your husband came back home to you.
“I love you so much Bradley”.
His lips join yours in a tender kiss where he lets himself go.
Your fingers brush the skin of his neck pulling him closer to your body. You clutched at his shoulders as he started to take a few steps back letting the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Fuck, I missed you” His tounge immediately made its way into your mouth. Your legs wrapped tightly around his body and you felt him grow inside his shorts.
His fingers were having a hard time unbuttoning your pyjama. You chuckled, helping him undo it after giving up moving to your shorts, his hands got lost under the waistband so that he could rub your clit over the fabric making you moan his name just in the way he missed it so much.
It takes you a second to return to your blouse revealing his favorite teal lingerie under it.
“You wore this just for me baby?” He takes the straps feeling the silky material on his fingers. You nod, taking your bottom in between your teeth. Tracing the embroidery on your breast he took the opportunity to squeeze and knead them. “How lucky am I”.
You run your hands across his chest under the cotton material, feeling his dogs tags. Pulling at his shirt but it only resulted in him pinning your hands above your head, lips joining yours so hungrily that not being able to run your fingers through his hair was enough to make you whine.
Leaning down trailing down between your breasts leaving tiny red marks along your skin. “Rooster”. He went crazy when you used his call sign during sex.
He wanted to taste you so badly, he’s been thinking about it for months. You watch as he throws you leg over his shoulders kissing and giving small bites to the inside of your thigh.
He goes for it, immediately going for your clit making you arch your back.
He holds you down firmly with one hand as the fingers of the other curl inside you. He sucks on your clit and flicks it with his tongue, the only thing you can do is grip his hair tighter pulling him closer to you.
His fingers working inside you boy made the pleasure bubble up on your lower stomach. He waits for you to cum even though he is about to explode inside his shorts.
“Shit, I’m so hard already” you pull him up palming him over the material, gasping at how sensitive he was.
“What are you waiting for then?”.
He had been dreaming of this moment every night for the past seven months. He missed your touch, your kisses, how you felt around him, how every time it feels better than the last time.
He missed his wife.
He held you against his chest all night. His hot breath caressing your ear and arm wrapping on your waist.
The days got better, Bradley has been taking care of Nick, making up for the lost time. You did have to admit having not to worry about your son every hour of the day was a huge relief.
Bradley’s nights had gotten worse the following weeks. Waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, panting, feeling more exhausted one night after the other.
He didn’t want to worry you, he was becoming a little too irritated at all times, being at home, with Nick, he wouldn’t speak too Maverick, he even was a little too rough during sex.
It’s like he wasn’t himself anymore.
There he was on top of you, the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed and lips parted.
His thrusts got to a point of getting too harsh making you feel uncomfortable instead of feeling pleasure. Your nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder blades as you’re trying to ignore how the discomfort turns into pain.
“Bradley…” it barely comes out as a whisper thanks to the pressure in your throat.
He groans in response, digging his fingers into your hip holding you steady for him.
“Bradley” it was a little louder this time but his mind was somewhere else “Slow down”.
Rooster was usually passionate but gentle, now matter how caught up he was he’d always make sure you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.
“Please Bradley”. You were trying not to freak out, but it wasn’t long before you'd let go of all the tears you were holding back. “You’re hurting me”.
You push his shoulders with the little strength you have left and finally manage to get his attention.
He stops. It finally stops.
He sees the tears running down your cheeks and how your hands are shaking over the skin of his chest. And your eyes, fuck your eyes, they looked so scared of him.
“Shit, shit, shit” What has he done? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” He just now noticed that you're still trying to push him off you.
You let out a painful whimper when he finally pulled out. He spotted a bloodstain on the sheets right in between your thighs and the burning that your nails left on his shoulders.
What has he done?
“Baby I’m so sorry” Rooster wasn’t exactly sure if it was alright to go near you, he thought it was better to create some distance instead of forcing you to accept his touch. “I didn’t–”. He swallowed, not knowing what to say that wasn’t an apology. “Fuck, I didn’t mean– I’m sorry”
You wrap the sheets around your body as you make your way to the bathroom. Not once you look at him, the whole situation feels confusing, the only thing you want to do is clean the blood running down your thighs.
He calls your name on the other side of the door. He listens to everything, drawers opening, water running, you crying.
“I’m so sorry” he felt himself choking sitting next to the door trying to stay afloat. “I keep fucking everything up”.
You grab your robe before opening the door. You’re not mad at him, he means it when he says he’s sorry, he didn’t want to hurt you. He was hurting and the pit inside him is only getting bigger.
You sit next to him and he immediately wraps his arms around you looking for your forgiveness. “I’m so sorry”.
He’s crying. You haven’t seen him cry since he left for deployment when Nick was a couple of months old.
“I know, I know Bradley” His eyes fogged when you reached cupping his face caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “But you need to talk to me. You need to stop acting like everything is alright”.
“I told him to take a left turn” His voice is shaky as he holds your hand.
“What?”.
“I didn’t see the bandits up ahead, they weren’t in the radar”. Words filled with so many emotions, tearing him apart. “They shot us down. He didn’t have time to eject” he finally opened up. “I heard him scream in the fire. I couldn’t help him.”
What could you possibly say to him? You had no idea it was this bad when Maverick called you that night.
“He had a kid…” That broke Rooster. There was a child somewhere that was going to grow up without his Dad. Just like he did, just like his own boy could’ve had if he wasn’t behind his wingman that day.
“Oh Bradley” You hugged him as he cried in your chest. Last time you were in this position it was when Nick’s cat died.
He cries with so much guilt and pain. He cries in the same way he did holding on to his mother’s hand when she passed in the hospital bed.
“It’s not your fault” You whispered “it could’ve happened to anybody” His fingers were digging in your skin again, not letting you go anywhere.
“Mom?” Nick’s body was half way into the room looking so worried he almost had a scared expression on his face.
“Everything is alright honey, go back to your room”.
Bradley stiffness in your arms. He doesn’t want his boy to see him like this. He’s supposed to be his hero, no kid should ever see his hero like this, right?
“What’s wrong with Dad?” His small hazel eyes can’t look away from his father. “Does he have a tummy ache?” He makes it a little further into the room only thinking of how to help his Dad. “I’ll go get some tums”. You hear his footsteps go all the way down to the kitchen opening up the pantry doors.
Rooster chuckles at his son’s innocence.
“I’m sorry” he says one more time before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.
“You don’t have to apologize to me, we’ll stay with you now matter what Bradley, nothing is changing that”. You wipe the tear that’s about to reach his lips and place a soft kiss on them.
Nick is back in no time, Bradley sits up and puts a smile on his face thanking his kid for taking care of him.
“Here daddy” Rooster opens his palm letting the tables fall on his hand “I got you two because you're bigger than me”.
“Thank you” Rooster takes a hand to his hair, messing it up a little more than it already is “You mind keeping an eye on me tonight?” He hugs his son, he hugs him knowing that every single second with him matters more than he thinks.
“Only if you promise to throw up in the bathroom”.
“I promise” his pinky intertwines with Bradley’s.
He takes care of the bed before he lets you both go on it, taking care of the previous sheets.
No nightmares just him and the people he loved the most.
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won't you keep lettin' me love you for a long time (rooster)
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pairing: rooster x f!reader
synopsis: you drive rooster home after one too many margaritas
warnings: fluff, smidge of angst (mentions of grief, death, bradley losing his parents)
wc: ~2k
note: a wise person - aka may - once told me to never scrap your writing, even if you’ll never use it again. I was gonna backspace the first draft of this - actually wrote it for another angsty Jake what’s new - but then rooster inspiration struck (roospiration, if you will) (actually don’t that just looks like perspiration) (I mean I’d love to have rooster’s sweat- nvm)
sorry long ramble aside here’s something short and sweet after my last angsty fic 💕
“You’re way too good of a friend to me,” Rooster grins sloppily as he slumps over the bartop in front of you. Honestly, he’s pretty lucky they had just wiped down the counter. At any other moment, it’d be sticky with beer and sweet and sour and he’d run the risk of getting a pistachio shell stuck to his mustache.
“Yeah, perhaps I am,” you half-seriously agree with a smile and slide a full glass of ice water towards him, then lean back in your own chair to observe a drunk Rooster trying to manage a few gulps while smiling like a goober at the colorful liquor bottles lined up on the shelf.
The bar’s been long empty, most aviators having taken their leave thirty minutes after the last call. Bradley usually heads out earlier than this - doesn’t like staying out late and messing up his perfectly curated bedtime routine. But tonight was a reunion of sorts with his old classmates, and they went through quite a few margaritas.
You joined about an hour ago, and Bradley immediately elected to sit with you and engage in wonderfully mindless chit-chat. You’re not complaining at all - every moment you can spend with the gorgeous aviator is a moment to cherish. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to get all the gossip on his current students at TOPGUN - like the three that are involved in a devastating love triangle that’s most definitely exacerbated by Bradley always grouping them - a move he most certainly took out of Pete Mitchell’s book (“They need to focus on the job, not distract themselves with high school theatrics,” he ranted to you earlier).
“Hold on, wait,” Bradley suddenly says, then springs himself upright and focuses hard on you. “If I squint just right...” he screws up his face, almost going cross-eyed. “I can see two of you!” Bradley’s mustache quirks with his smile, and his entire face lights up like the sun. “Goddamn. What a sight.”
“You’re hammered,” you scoff in an attempt to conceal how much the term of endearment affects you, how it makes your entire body feel warm and tingly because you secretly love it when he’s this open and brazen with you, tossing out flirtatious remarks with no hidden agenda besides trying to put a smile on your face.
“I’m not hammered - they call me Rooster,” he replies breezily and you swat at his shoulder, turning away to hide your smile and raising your other hand to flag someone down to close out Bradley’s tab.
After handing over your card (despite Bradley’s drunken attempts to sway the bartender against letting you pay) - you finally stand up. “Need a lift back home?” you ask him with a teasing lilt to your voice. It’s a rhetorical question - he’s got no other way home besides an overpriced Uber - but he still hums thoughtfully. Slowly, he lifts his head and surveys you while drumming his fingers on the wood.
“I.... think that would be best,” he declares, determinedly slapping the counter and attempting to slide off the barstool in a suave manner - it looks more like Bambi on ice, but you can’t deny that it’s still incredibly endearing. He looks up to flash a brilliant, a bit lopsided smile at you. “I’ll see if ‘Nix can pick me up early to grab my car in the morning.”
You laugh, slide your purse off from the back of the chair, and think to yourself about how he’ll have to find out for himself tomorrow that he didn’t even drive here.
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Your car rolls to a stop right outside a quaint, one-story bungalow, and you shift into park before unlocking the door and sitting patiently. Bradley’s quiet - as he’d been the entire ride home - and you chance a brief look at him. He’s sitting up, now looking straight back at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Evidently, there are one too many thoughts running around in his tequila-addled brain.
“You okay?” you ask him, eyes seeking out his in the darkness of one AM.
A few seconds of silence roll by, each ticking louder with your beating heart. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Think I may have had a bit too much.”
“I’ll say,” you snort. “You didn’t even say anything when someone queued up Foghat earlier.”
“Fuck Foghat,” Bradley groans out and leans back against the headrest. “And fuck Jake for ruining a perfectly decent song.”
You hum reassuringly and eye his dark figure carefully, watch the shadow of his chest rise and fall steadily, and find yourself matching his breathing. “You sure you’re alright?”
His head lolls to the side as he appraises you. Finally, he lets out a long sigh. “Yeah, I just...” he trails off, fingers tapping mindlessly on the console. “You’re my best friend,” he says at last. “And you’re so... good”
Bradley shifts into the tiniest sliver of light, eyes glinting with the reflection of the street lamp glowing outside. You hold your breath, not sure if he can even see you or what he means by it, or what will come out of his mouth. “You’re so kind and good to everyone. Even me. And I don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve you,” he says with so much sincerity your heart breaks at him thinking that he’s not deserving of benevolence, friendship, or even love.
You open your mouth to object, to reassure him that it’s very much the opposite, but he beats you to it with words that make your heart bounce around wildly in your chest, yearning to jump right out and press up against his. “I wish my mom and dad got to meet you.”
It punches all the air out of you, and you just sit and look at him solemnly, somehow at a loss for words.
Bradley has carried grief with him since he was four years old. One day, he’s learning about all the different species of dinosaurs from a book his uncle had gifted him, and the next day, he finds out that his dad won’t be coming home, and he’s discovered something new - a little thing called loss. And years later, loss greets him once again with a bittersweet kiss on both cheeks as it tears away his loving mother and his traitorous Uncle Pete. And for some time, it’s just Bradley and his grief, the dynamic duo, a force to be reckoned with as he swears to uphold his father’s legacy, to make Carole and Goose proud (even Maverick, on a subatomic level).
You know some time back, he figured out why Mav pulled his papers - to appease Carole, sweet Carole, who didn’t want her son to see the same fate as Goose. You know Bradley wonders if his parents would be disappointed in him for still following his dreams. The worst part about losing his parents is that he’ll never know how they’d feel about the man he’s become. It’s especially easy for him to believe he hasn’t done enough.
“Bradley,“ you start, throat closing up as your mind races, as you search for the right sequence of reassuring words. “I think you deserve the world.”
You think back to the early days of getting to know him - shortly after you’d moved to San Diego and found him in some dive bar near the ocean. You remember coming back to the bar with your coworkers on Thursday nights, wistfully sending glances his way across the room and trying to muster up the courage to talk to him, ask him to hang back for a drink, ask him if he likes pancakes or waffles in the mornings because you want to know what to make for him after rocking his world (that last sentiment may have been heavily gin-fueled). It was a simple crush at first.
You recall the day he slid up next to you, bought your next drink, and asked you to join him for a round of darts (which you failed miserably at - somehow it’s much harder in real life than GamePigeon). You remember the laughter, the neverending conversation, the comforting feeling of having a new friend. A great friend - one who always lends a listening ear, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, who brought you his mom’s famous tomato soup when you got the flu.
Phoenix says he’s usually stuck in his head and thinks too much - but in the time you’ve known him, he’s never spared a second thought when it comes to you.
In a rush, you return to the present, where he’s sitting in front of you with glistening eyes and a drunk mouth speaking words you know cross his sober mind every day. His face is crumbling with emotions that he usually keeps under lock and key because he can’t let it get in the way of his job, can’t let it mess him up when he’s flying or teaching. For whatever reason, this is the side of him that he only feels comfortable enough to show you.
Slowly, you reach over the console to interlace your fingers together and pull his hand up to your mouth to press a sweet kiss to the back of it. He squeezes once. “You know that they’re always here,” you tell him. “Every part of them that they’ve given up has made you the wonderful man you are now. In that way, you always have them with you. And they’d be so damn proud of you. I wish I had the chance to meet them, but I know they’d agree.”
He’s nodding his head with your words as if he’s shaking them around his mind in an attempt to instill their meaning. “And...” You press another kiss to the back of his hand. “I’d say you’re my best friend, too,” you say, whispering mock-conspiratorially.
The grin that slides over his face makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, flying around wildly, completely shredding your intestines but that’s a problem for later because right now Bradley, who has to be the love of your life, is smiling like he just won the lottery, like he’s the luckiest man in the world. Suddenly he’s leaning in, reaching a hand out to brush a piece of loose hair behind your ear and then cup your cheek lovingly, and he’s kissing you like you’re the air he breathes.
You return with fervor; his mustache scrapes roughly against your nose and you can still taste the cheap sour marg mix on his tongue and you can definitely sense how drunk he is by the lack of coordination he exhibits every time your teeth clash together. But it’s real and raw and beautiful all at once, and he’s kissing you like he did the first time all those years ago, as he did on the beach when you said yes to forever, as he did months ago after you exchanged I do’s in a small but beautiful ceremony.
You’ll always prefer messy kisses over anything else, and you’ll always love Bradley with his grief wholly and unconditionally.
Bradley, now seeming to be the slightest bit soberer, breathes in deeply, pulls back slightly, slowly grazes your cheekbone with his thumb as he tries to look at you in the darkness of what must be one-fifteen now. “Thanks,” he says genuinely. Doubt is still festering its prickly self inside him, but he’s grounded now and is comfortably tethered to you.
“Always,” you promise to your best friend, to your partner, to your husband, then surge forward to press another kiss to his lips before moving to unbuckle his seatbelt. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he replies ardently and pulls you in to kiss your forehead, then turns to fumble for the car handle. He pauses and lowers his head to look out the window where his Bronco is parked right next to yours. “Hold up - I didn’t drive tonight?”
You stifle a laugh and grab your bag from the back seat. “Think your age is showing, honey.”
Bradley squawks out in indignation and stutters through a couple of rebuttals before sighing and burying his face in his hands. “I hate this. Why did you let me drink this much?”
“I showed up later, babe,” you tell him. “Think you can blame Jake for the margs.”
Another groan sounds out from him. “Of fucking course it’s Jake’s fault.”
With a little bit of coordinated effort, the two of you manage to walk (stumble, in Bradley’s case) up the stone pathway leading to the front porch, unlock the door, and step into your shared home together. And later that night, you lay down next to a softly snoring Bradley, think about all the moments that brought you to him, and drift away on the feeling of utter devotion.
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Twelve-Year-Olds
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader
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Written for the Hot Writer Summer Challenge, run by @mermaidxatxheart! Thanks again for hosting the challenge, this was super fun!
Fandom: Top Gun
Prompt/Trope: Locked in a Room
Summary: Y/N tutors Amelia Benjamin, the daughter of none other than Penny Benjamin. When Penny and Mav are away on their honeymoon, however, Y/N finally gets to meet the fourth member of their little family, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. And when he makes the mistake of calling Amelia a twelve-year-old, she takes matters into her own hands to get him back for it while ALSO getting two of her favorite people to admit their feelings for each other.
Word Count: 2,335
Category: Fluff, Humor
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"Alright, you said your brother was coming to pick you up?" I asked, helping Amelia gather her things before swinging her backpack onto her shoulder.
"Sort of. He's not really my brother, but he acts like one," she said.
"Hm. Alright..."
I didn't push for more details as we headed out of the library together. I'd been tutoring Amelia for a few months now, and we'd quickly become good friends even though I was a lot older than her. She was my favorite student I'd had to date, and I had to admit, I was a little jealous that someone else who wasn't related to her had grabbed the honorary sibling title before me.
Still, I was happy she was so happy. Her mom usually picked her up, and when her mom wasn't free her now-stepdad rolled up on his motorcycle, much to Amelia's excitement. Her mom and now-official step-dad had recently gotten married, and were currently on their honeymoon. Which left the sort-of brother to pick her up.
"You know, it's not gonna be much longer before you get your license," I mused, giving Amelia an exaggerated grin. "Pretty soon you're going to be driving yourself to and from school and tutoring and whatever else."
"Yeah, and I'm gonna steal Mav's motorcycle to do it."
"Atta girl!"
We laughed and shared a high five as we walked down the library steps. A tall, handsome man with aviators and a mustache waited, his arms crossed as he leaned against a car I recognized as Penny's Porsche.
"Hey! What are you doing with my mom's car?" Amelia called as we approached him. Apparently, this was the sort-of older brother.
"It's my payment for babysitting you while Mav and your mom are gone," he called back. "I get to drive the Porsche and the bike."
"Well that's dumb. You could've gotten cash. Put it towards buying your own bike."
He just scoffed and rolled his eyes, then looked to me as Amelia and I came to a stop in front of him. He gave me a charming smile and offered his hand for a shake.
"Rooster," he said as I took his hand.
"Y/N," I replied. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too. All this kid does is talk you up. Honestly, I've been getting a little jealous."
I smiled. "Well, don't worry, because she's been saying nothing but good things about you, too. I was actually feeling a little jealous myself."
"Well, cheers to that," he said with another gorgeous smile and a wink. We held each others' stares for a few beats, and I could feel my face heating up. We both snapped out of it when Amelia loudly cleared her throat.
"Let's go, Rooster. I'm hungry and I have stuff to do."
"Alright, alright, relax. We're going." He looked back at me again. "It was nice meeting you, Y/N."
"You too, Rooster. Maybe I'll see you around."
"Maybe you will."
He shot me one last grin as he walked around to the driver's side of the car, Amelia climbing into the passenger's side. She waved at me out the window as the pair pulled away, and I watched them disappear down the road.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then forced myself to put Rooster out of my mind. I had other things to do today besides be distracted by Amelia's handsome sort-of older brother.
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Amelia's POV
"You think she's cute, don't you?" I asked, poking Rooster in the side as he pulled away from the library where we'd left Y/N.
"What? Amelia, come on."
I snorted. "If that's the best response you've got then you must really have a thing for her."
"I do not have a thing for her. What do you know, anyway? Aren't you like twelve?"
"I'm fifteen!"
"Same difference."
I scowled at him, but he just grinned. I huffed and crossed my arms, staring out the window instead of at Rooster. If he was going to be an idiot about it, then I was going to take matters into my own hands.
Maybe I even would've tried to loop him in if he hadn't called me twelve.
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Y/N's POV
I wandered into the bar owned by Amelia's mom a few weeks later, tentatively putting my head through the door first before stepping all the way inside. Amelia had asked me to do our tutoring session here today, before the bar opened, since she was apparently going sailing with her mom right after our lesson.
"Y/N!" Amelia called happily, waving me over from the far side of the bar. I smiled and walked to meet her, much more confident now that I knew I hadn't accidentally wandered in somewhere I wasn't supposed to go.
"Hey, Amelia. How's it going? This place looks great."
"Thanks," she said. "I'll tell my mom you said so."
"Where is she, by the way?"
"She's working on the boat with Mav. We're all going to sail it over to the shop later, since it needs some repairs and Maverick doesn't know how to fix boats."
"Isn't he in the navy?"
"That's what my mom always says."
We shared a laugh as I sat down next to Amelia. I unloaded all the books from my bag, setting them out in front of us, then opened the first one.
"Alright, let's get started..."
We worked for our usual hour, with Maverick and Penny breezing through a few times to say hi. I couldn't stop myself from hoping Rooster might make an appearance, but he didn't. I tried to keep myself from feeling too disappointed.
We'd seen each other a few times now, since that first meeting. Usually in the context of him picking up Amelia. Every time I saw him, my heart beat a little faster, and although we didn't really have long conversations, they were good ones. I found myself thinking about him a lot more often than I wanted to admit.
Finally, at the end of the hour, I wrapped up the lesson and Amelia and I put away all the notes and notebooks. Penny and Maverick wandered back in, both of them ready to get on the boat with Amelia now that she was free.
"I'll be right down," Amelia told her parents. "Just need to put my books away."
"Alright. We'll see you down there," said Maverick, giving me a wave as he went. Penny smiled and kissed Amelia on the head, ruffling her hair as she pulled away.
"Thanks for coming here today, Y/N," she said. "It's always a pleasure to have you around."
"It's a pleasure to be around," I replied with a smile. "I'm sure it's no secret, but I absolutely adore Amelia. She's one heck of a good kid."
"She sure is." Penny smiled fondly at her daughter, then took a few backwards steps to follow Maverick down to the boat. "We'll see you soon I'm sure, Y/N."
I smiled and waved as she went, and Amelia struggled to shove the rest of her books into her bag.
"Do you want help with that?" I asked. She huffed, tried for another minute, then shoved it towards me.
"Yes please."
I smiled and started working on the bag. Amelia shifted anxiously from foot to foot while she waited, and I could tell she was itching to get out of here and join her parents on the boat.
"You want me to put these away for you somewhere?" I asked. "If it's close, I can wrap this up and you can go help your parents."
"Yes please! Thank you so much! They go in the back closet, on the top shelf. I'll take them home later tonight, when we all get back."
"Sounds good. Have a fun trip over, and try to teach Mr. Navy something about boats while you're out there, alright?"
"Oh please," said Amelia. "He's hopeless."
I chuckled as she marched out of the room in a whirlwind. Finally, I managed to get the last of the books into the bag. I headed for the closet Amelia had pointed towards, carefully maneuvering around the crates and boxes towards the shelving in the back. I'd just reached up to put the bag on the top shelf when I heard a commotion behind me.
"Come on, Rooster, it'll just take a second!"
"Amelia, what the hell are you- Hey!"
I whirled around to find Rooster stumbling through the closet door. A look at the doorway showed Amelia standing there, apparently after shoving him, a massive grin on her face.
"Don't waste this opportunity by being stupid," she cheerfully instructed him. I started to ask what the hell she was doing, but before I could, she slammed the closet door on us. I heard the click of a lock.
A second later, Rooster was at the door, hammering at it with one fist while he tried the doorknob with the other. No luck.
"Amelia! Amelia, you get back here and open this door right now!" he yelled. As expected, he got no response.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, walking over to Rooster. He grimaced, looked at me, then turned back to the door.
"I don't know," he muttered. "Some kind of dumb prank, probably."
I put a hand on my hip and raised an eyebrow.
"Since when does Amelia pull dumb pranks?"
Rooster sighed and lowered his head before finally taking a step away from the door and looking at me. To my surprise, he had a faint blush on his neck.
"She's trying to mess with me," he finally said, running a hand through his hair. "She keeps insisting that I have a thing for you, and I called her a twelve-year-old, so... I guess this is her payback."
"Oh."
We stood there for a few beats, avoiding looking at each other, and then I took a deep breath.
"Was she right? Do you have a thing for me?" I physically cringed at the awkwardness of the question, but I had to know. Rooster's blush deepend.
"I mean, I..." he cleared his throat and fidgeted. "I definitely think you're... cute."
He immediately scrunched up his face like he was kicking himself for the words that had just come out of his mouth. I could relate.
"Well..." I managed. "I, uh... I think you're cute, too."
His head snapped up to look at me, disbelief and hope written all over his face. I gave him a tentative smile.
"You do?" I nodded. He laughed and smiled, the tension easing out of his body. I felt the tension washing out of the room. "God, look at us. We're fully grown adults stumbling over admitting a crush for each other in a closet like it's middle school. Now who's twelve?"
"I feel like Amelia was hoping we'd be at exactly this point when she shoved you in here," I agreed. He nodded, then took a deep breath.
"So... as much as I hated being called out for it, I actually have had a thing for you since that first day we met. You're smart, you're funny, you're frankly gorgeous... what more could a guy ask for?"
I smiled at the floor, trying not to combust on the spot from the compliments.
"I feel the same way," I said. After a beat, I brought myself to meet Rooster's eyes again. "You're hysterical, and I love watching how you are with Amelia. And I almost tripped down the steps you were so handsome when I first walked out of the library."
He laughed good-naturedly, a smile staying on his face as he took a few steps towards me.
"So does this mean if I ask you on a date, you'll say yes?"
"Mmm, I don't know. Give it a try and let's find out."
He grinned and took a few more steps towards me. He stopped just a few inches from me, then put his arm against the wall next to my head and leaned against it. My heart sped up.
"Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me? Like as soon as we get out of this damn closet?"
"Absolutely," I said, unable to keep a massive smile off my face. He smiled too, then pushed off the wall and headed back to the door.
"Alright, I'm getting us out of here. And then we can go grab a coffee from a nice place I know, if that sounds good?"
"That sounds great."
He shot me another smile, and my heart melted. Then, he turned to the door with determination. I could see he was about to break it down, so I quickly stepped in.
"I think I might have an easier solution," I said. He watched carefully as I took Amelia's backpack off the shelf and dug through it until I found a few spare bobby pins. I bent them into long, straight-ish tools, then moved back to the door.
"Are you about to pick the lock with bobby pins?" asked Rooster. I hummed in confirmation. "That is so badass. And so hot."
I laughed and shot him a smile over my shoulder, then went back to working on the door. I hadn't practiced my lock-picking skills since I'd been obsessed with spy novels in college, so it took me a little longer than I would've liked, but eventually the lock clicked open.
"You. Are. Amazing," said Rooster as I straightened and turned to him with a grin.
"Thank you. I try my best. Now let's go get that coffee, shall we?"
I held out a hand, and Rooster didn't hesitate before taking it. He pulled me closer to him as we stepped out of the closet and headed for the doors of the bar, and I happily leaned into him.
Amelia was never going to let it go that she was right and that she technically deserved the credit for getting us together. I quickly decided I didn't care, though. I had a good feeling that Rooster would be worth it.
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premise: going away for the holidays to a secluded cabin just the three of you is the best christmas gift you could have asked for this year. the festivities perfect and joyful, and in abundance thanks to the two men more than willing to give and spoil you in more than just pretty wrapped presents.
pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin
word count: 3.3k+
warnings: established poly relationship, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, m and f receiving oral, come eating, creampie, fluffy christmas shenanigans, rooster and hangman be smoochin, banter, light!rough sex, biting and marking, spitting, a hint of degradation.
note: the title has a double meaning so if you know you know, but tis the season for being a whore. i didn’t want this to be too lengthy and writing threesomes makes my brain hurt so it’s a bit fast paced.
The cheesy Christmas movie that Rooster had chosen fills the small cabin living room with the perfect ambiance for your last night of being secluded; tucked away and sandwiched between the two men. Even with Jake’s grumbles around a handful of popcorn on how cheesy said cheesy movie is, it does little to dampen the feeling of warmth in your veins.
The three of you had decided to spend the holidays together this year. With Mav busy with Penny and Jake and his father constantly at odds, neither of the two men had anywhere else to be. And the thought of you being anywhere else but here, with them just didn’t make sense to you.
Your families hadn’t been clued in on your relationship. Your family having zero insist on the fact that you had not just one boyfriend but two. Jake’s knowing he had a girlfriend, but not a boyfriend as well. Mav knew about you and Rooster, and you were pretty sure he knew about Jake to—the three of you getting caught in a weird lip lock in his garage last New Year’s eve, leading to an awkward stare down and Mav putting his hands up declaring “I don’t want to know” and walking away.
So spending Christmas with just the three of you was barely a suggestion.
“Are you sure?” You had asked Jake, knowing full well how important a family gathering was to his mother—despite the butting of heads between him and his father.
“I’m already packed!”
“What?”
“I asked him last night and before I could even begin to give him the game plan he was pulling the luggage out.” Rooster had explained, rolling his eyes at the memory.
“But your family–”
“Is right here,” Hangman grinned, that one grin that either made you want to smack him or kiss him. Pulling the two of you into his chest in a bear hug.
“The man falls in love and suddenly he goes all Hallmark.”
The three of you had rented a cabin in Lake Tahoe. Two weeks spent with the two men beside you bickering and making you—and each other—come, and reminding you why you fell in love with them.
Jake insisting that a real tree is all that will do on the third day, when the three of you finally pulled yourselves out of the bedroom. Making you and Bradley bundle up and trek through the forest to find the perfect tree.
“They make lots for this type of thing. Still just as picture-perfect!”
“Yeah! And they have hot chocolate there!” You whine as you grab onto Rooster’s wrist to climb over a big rock. Praying your boots didn’t slip and send you pummeling face-first into the snow.
“That’s not the spirit.” Jake turns and gives you two a stern look, “we came out here for an authentic Christmas, didn’t we?”
“I don’t remember the word authentic being thrown around.”
“It’s not Christmas if it’s not authentic!” He throws his hands in the air, “I refuse to smell plastic. We are getting a real tree.” He grumbles, turning and continuing the trek through the woods, “if the two of you don’t stop complaining I’m going to tie you up with the Christmas lights when we get back.”
“Well when you put it like that,” you and Rooster send each other a cheeky smirk. Laughing when Hangman gives a deep sigh and continues ahead.
When the three of you—Jake—finally do come across the perfect tree it’s entertaining to watch him and Bradley chop it down. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend most of the time staring at their biceps that showed through the long sleeves of their sweaters. Or how absolutely rugged it was to watch them do such a task; a heat spreading across your skin, making you start to sweat under your jacket.
And once the tree had been brought back to the house and set up—after a bag of popcorn had been made for the garland, fruit kindly left by the owners of the cabin baked and dried as ornaments, and the two dollar lights you got from the small convenient store up the road: you understood why Jake had made such a fuss. How a fake tree couldn’t give you the same tingly feeling and joy of trying not to choke on the sap and pine smell. The process of putting your creations on the branches, and taking it all in really was perfect.
You still refused to go on any more woodland adventures though.
The rest of the weeks had been spent either spread out under the sheets, entangled limbs, Christmas movies playing in the background while you feasted on takeout, and dinners made by Rooster. A snowball fight that turned into the boys making out in the show and you snapping photos of the incriminating evidence, in which the two chased you down for. Thus leading to snow angels and Hangman perfecting the art of snowman building.
“Do you even get snow in Texas? How are you so good at this?”
“It’s all about your hands, Rooster my boy. Good hands form the perfect ratio of snow to ball. The perfect weight for each clump.”
“That…makes absolutely no sense.”
And yet he makes the best snowman you’ve ever seen in your life.
When it comes to baking cookies though: Jake does not perfect it.
Icing covers his hairline as he runs a frustrated hand across his forehead. The green icing stains his skin, the deadly scowl he’s giving the mess of a tree-shaped cookie making you laugh.
Unlike Bradley who seems to have mastered the art of icing.
“You're doing it too fast.”
“Yeah, yeah, you know all about slow and steady. But that rarely wins the race,” he gives Rooster a smirk, making the other throw a dollop of frosting at him. Which then turns into the three of you ruining your shirts with red and green icing.
“I like this much better,” Jake smirks as he licks a smear of frosting from your neckline, making you gasp softly.
One thing Jake does seem to be good at—so he claims—is making hot chocolate. An old family recipe he had told the two of you, as he climbed off of your chest and placed a kiss to your forehead. Declaring the three of you needed some old-fashioned refreshments to replenish. Cocoa being that refreshment.
His absence turning worrisome when he’s gone for over an hour. The blaring of Christmas music coming from the kitchen that wafted into the open door of the bedroom, the only clarification that he was okay. But that didn’t stop you and Bradley from climbing out of bed and going to the kitchen—did hot chocolate take hours to make?
Finding Jake adorning a ‘Kiss The Cook’ apron and swinging his hips to Last Christmas, as he poured half a bottle of peppermint vodka into a pan of hot chocolate.
“Old family recipe, huh?” Rooster looks over his shoulder at the concoction he’s stirring up.
“Your mother gave you liquor as a child?”
“Hey! I don’t rag on your family traditions.”
“Everything about you is starting to make sense now.”
But when you try it it’s better than you expected—or maybe there was too much liquor in the mix to really differentiate if it was good or not. Because after three gulps you felt like your head was spinning and the three of you were screaming along to Christmas songs at the tops of your lungs.
On Christmas Eve Rooster, usually as cool as a cucumber, radiates on-edge-excitement. So much so that he almost lets it spill what the two boys got you. Making Hangman groan in frustration—acting as if he hadn’t spent the last two weeks begging for hints of what you got him, and snooping.
So you decide to throw them both a pitying bone and open presents early. Jake acting like a kid who got everything he asked from Santa, and Bradley rendered silent at the sentimental gift you and Jake put together in honor of his parents.
The silver necklace the two got you with the initials ‘R’ and ‘H’ hanging from it lays perfectly against your chest, as you bring another handful of popcorn to your mouth. Smiling at the chuckles that jostle your body as Rooster laughs at the cheesy movie; the perfect way to spend your last night together.
“Get everything you wanted for Christmas?” Jake asks, palm coming to rest on top of your thigh as his thumb rubs slow, gentle circles on your exposed skin. Having lost interest in the movie entirely. His cheek resting on the back cushion of the couch as he looks over at you.
You let out a soft content hum as you nod, turning your face to his with a smile on your lips. “What else could I want,” your stomach does a little swoop when you see his mouth spread into a smile. His fingers now join in the gentle massaging of your thigh—that moves into your inner thigh.
“An orgasm is a good gift.” He rebuttals, his sweet smile turning into something teasing. A playful roll of your eyes has you turning back to the tv. His way of turning everything filthy—which you’re not complaining about—is no shock to you at this stage in your relationship.
“The gift that keeps giving.” Bradley decides to interject.
“Exactly!”
“The two of you are insatiable.” You try not to laugh as both their attentions are now turned on you. The movie now forgotten by the person who wanted to watch it in the first place.
“Yeah,” Rooster confirms your statement. Nose pressed into your cheek as he trails light kisses down your jaw, to the top of your neck, “but that’s why you love us.”
“You’d be so sexually frustrated without us,” Jake teases. A gasp leaves your lungs when his trailing hand comes to the outside of your shorts, his index finger running along your clothed slit. Before he pulls your thighs apart to give himself better access to you.
You have no rebuttals. No arguments because his statement is completely correct. You couldn’t imagine a time before them when you’d experienced sexual enlightenment—or were given several orgasms in a row to the point where your legs lost their functions.
And with some maneuvering, clothes thrown throughout the living room, movie long forgotten, popcorn littering the floor: your naked body is pressed into the cushions of the couch as Jake lays between your legs, mouth attached to your clit, and Rooster running his teeth and tongue from the outside of your thigh to your chest, where he latches his mouth around one of your nipples.
“Doesn’t his mouth feel good, baby?” Rooster mumbles against your skin, leaving patches of wet marks of his saliva across your chest as he switches between your nipples. Love bites marring up the skin on the peaks your boobs, the hand at the base of your throat wraps around to cradle your neck in his palm. Pulling your head up from the cushion, “look at him.” It’s a soft demand, that comes out more of a want—a need to see you look down at Jake as he devours your pussy, at how pretty he looks with something in his mouth. Bradley watches the heat in your cheeks grow, the blown-out ecstasy of lust dilating your pupils; getting off on the attraction you have for the other.
Your fingers tangle themselves into Hangman’s hair. A fistful of blonde between your fingers, “fuck his tongue.” The brunette instructs. Where he loved to watch, loved to bask in the affection and need the three of you shared: the other loved to be used for what he was good at. And you loved providing both of those things for your boys while they pulled you apart, and put you back together. Dragging out your pleasure until all three of you couldn’t take much more of the torture.
With a soft grip on his hair, your eyes locked on his, you grind your hips against Jake’s face. The drag of his tongue along your wetness—the tip of his nose and tongue pushing on your clit just right—your head tries to tip back as you moan. Rooster’s hand on your neck not allowing you to go far. The breath from your lungs coming shallower, dying in your throat, as you get closer and closer to coming.
There are words you want to cry out. To say to both of them but it feels too good. Too good for you to keep your eyes open, too good to form any coherent thought other than Jake’s too fucking good at this—and Bradley is too much of a tease with his words, teeth too intense on your nipple.
And when you’re coming you can’t even declare so. Can’t scream or cry a single word because all air is leaving your lungs, your body trembling as your thighs close in on Hangman’s head. A sonorous moan pulled from the back of your throat.
They only let you rest for a minute—seconds—before you feel two sets of lips kissing along your body, fingertips following in their trail. Meeting at your midsection, colliding together in a rough-hungry kiss. One that makes the tremors shaking through your body sizzle out into that burning fire you just put out; they just put out.
Their kiss is all teeth and tongue.
Rooster’s hand at the base of Jake’s skull, tight, pressing. As if he needs him to stay there. To swallow down his tongue, to share the taste of you or he might go insane. Rooster’s thumb running along the blonde’s lip when they finally pull apart, their breaths heavy. “Let her taste,” the two share a smirk before Jake is on top of you. Mouth coming down on yours, tongue sharing the taste of your arousal—and Bradley—on yours.
That dimple in his cheek when he’s being cheeky is deep and prominent as he looks down at you, “think it’s your turn to use your pretty mouth on Rooster.” His voice grows deeper—almost a whisper, as he says his next words against your bottom lip. “So I can lick his come off your tongue.” The whimper that falls from your lips is caught by his tongue as he kisses you, both your attention going to the brunette when you pull away.
And you do end up on your knees in front of Rooster. His cock in your mouth, one hand on the back of your head as the other grips one of the cushions. His hips push up each time your mouth goes down the length of him, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Making your eyes water, your gag reflex ignored as you suck and drool all over his cock.
Hangman presses encouraging kisses along your body, to the brunette’s thighs, biting and sucking bruises onto the skin of his chest—before he joins you. The noise Bradley lets out when the two of you wrap your mouths on either side of his shaft is angelic. A noise you love hearing over and over again. A noise the two of you work hard to get him to repeat until he’s growling with frustration and pulls you off his cock, the two of you smirking up at him.
A panting grumble of not wanting to come yet spoke in a huff.
“Where do you want to come, Rooster?” Jake asks with a grin. His teeth are nipping at his inner thigh as he looks up at him.
They both know you’d let them paint you with their come like you were their very own canvas. Just as the two shared the knowledge that your body wasn’t the only one in the room they could come on, or in.
And when Rooster cups Jake’s cheek in his hand, the nail of his thumb moving along his jaw to his bottom lip—it’s a silent answer to the question. One that doesn’t need any evaluation.
One that has more maneuvering of bodies until you’re on your knees on the couch, Bradley’s cock back in your throat, and Jake’s stretching your pussy open as his fingers dig into your hips, as he fucks you from behind.
The snap of his hips is hard and fast, making your body bounce back onto him and push forward to take Rooster’s cock deeper into your throat. The sounds of skin on skin and muffled moans around gags and spit, and sinful grunts were the only noises filling the cabin.
“So fucking good,” Hangman slurs from behind you. The lusted-out gravel of his voice is melodic. “Always so good for us. So wet, warm, and ready to have your pussy fucked. Throat stretched.” His palm feels searing as it runs down your back and over the globes of your ass. A soft swat at your cheeks makes you mewl around Bradley’s cock. “The perfect little cum-dump.”
His degrading words make you clench around him. Your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.
“And she's all ours,” Bradley adds—professes. States the obvious. His fingers grip your jaw as he pulls you off of his cock, thumb pressing into your mouth to keep it open for him as he leans down to let his spit drizzle onto your tongue. The corner of his mouth twitching as you moan, a sheen of tears coating your eyes looking up at him. Before slipping his cock back between your lips.
You don’t know how long the three of you go at it. How long Rooster makes a home at the back of your throat with his cock, or Jake going deeper and deeper with each pound of his hips until you’re seeing stars: but by the time you’ve come again, Bradley pulling you off of his cock by your chin so he can watch you come. Groan at the way your nails dig into his thighs as you do.
His palm pumps his cock as he watches how you go limp and let Jake fuck you fast and hard, until he’s following suit and coming inside of you. The two move quickly from their positions on the couch—leaving your heated body cold and drenched in sweat—your limbs exhausted as you flip yourself over to watch the blonde move down to his knees, mouth hung open, as he catches the ropes of come Rooster pumps into his waiting mouth.
And as you watch them, the satisfied look of bliss and sedation on their faces—their cheeks rosy and flushed, their beauty making you feel even more fucked out and heady—you don’t think you could ever want anything, for Christmas or other—more than this.
Your blissful sigh has their attention turning back to you. Jake pushes your back up so he can squeeze behind you and lay you across his lap. You expect Rooster to bury himself along your side or on top of you like he usually does. But instead, he’s pulling your thighs apart and burying his head between your thighs, tongue diving into your entrance to lap and suck at Jake’s come. Cleaning you with his mouth until the oversensitivity you feel is too much and you’re crying out.
Only then does he stop and with a grin reaches out for Jake, pushing his tongue into his mouth—pushing his come onto his tongue—Bradley’s hand resting on the column of the blonde's throat.
“Share,” you whine from beneath them. The brunette chuckles against Hangman’s mouth, before the blonde is sharing the taste of all the three of you on your taste buds.
And finally, after your hearts have stopped pounding and the heat of the fireplace and each other's bodies warm you—do you bask in the afterglow of it all. In the euphoric feeling of this; love, devotion, desire. A calm lulling your bodies to almost sleep.
“Good gift,” you say teasingly. Your fingers lazily move through Rooster’s hair as Jake’s do the same motions in yours. The two men laugh softly against you.
“Told you so.”
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Riot
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x shy!fem!reader (call sign Riot)
Category: One-shot
Summary: You meet Rooster for the first time. Little does he know, you’re much more than a random patron of Penny’s bar.
Warnings: Bar setting, drinking, suggestive flirting, description of crowd anxiety
You bit your lip and stared into your drink, trying to ignore the crowd growing around you. It was quiet when you had first come in, but within an hour the atmosphere was changing. You knew that most of them were pilots. Arrogant, noisy, sarcastic pilots. Not all pilots were like this, of course. You knew that very well. Just, the vast majority. Your father had told you to be careful around them. He told you to be careful around everything. You didn’t need to be told. Careful was your middle name. As well as awkward. And shy. And nervous.
“Another beer, darlin’.” A tall blond man with a perpetual toothy grin sidled up to the bar beside you. He gave you the once over. “Scratch that. I’ll have whatever girly drink she’s having.”
“Who, her?” Penny gave you a private smile. “You couldn’t handle it.”
“I’m sure I could handle it.” His eyes lingered on your figure.
“Let me guess,” you smiled without looking at him and lifted the glass to your lips. “Hangman.”
“Good to know my name gets around.” Hangman nodded as Penny set a drink identical to yours in front of him. You managed to look over at him as he raised the glass and gestured to you. “Mind telling me yours?” he asked.
“Just another pretty face.” You watched as he downed the drink in a single gulp, then proceeded to cough his lungs out.
You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, sipping from your glass as Hangman struggled to act as though he was totally fine. “This is not a girly drink.” He sputtered, pushing the glass back towards Penny.
“Gin and tonic rarely is.” Penny smirked at you. “Especially if it doesn’t have the tonic.”
“Or the ice.” You smiled back.
“Want that beer now?” Penny asked.
Hangman nodded, his attention returning to you. “You know,” he began, resting an arm on the bar next to you so close he bumped against your hand. “I could think of a few things that would make you feel better than that gin ever could,” his grin grew wider, not seeming to notice when you shifted away from him. “Things that won’t kill your liver.”
“Now why would she do that, Hangman?” Another man appeared on the other side of you. “She needs something to numb the pain of talking to you.”
Hangman shot him a look. You tried again not to laugh and failed miserably. The man gave a low, husky chuckle.
Penny returned with Hangman’s beer. “Here you are, darlin’.” She drawled, using his term of endearment right back at him.
“Thank you,” Hangman accepted the beer before turning. “I’ll be over by the jukebox if you wanna, ya’ know, talk to a real pilot.”
You grimaced and didn’t acknowledge him, finishing the last of your drink and glancing at him. Dark hair and a moustache. Sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt. Tan, toned skin. Heat flooded your face as you squirmed in your seat. It was Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster. And he looked even more handsome in person than he did in his file.
“Another?” Penny asked, looking between the two of you.
You nodded and pushed the glass towards her.
“Just a beer.” Bradley seemed so relaxed, as if it was an every day occurrence to be summoned for a mission he knew nothing about. Which, considering his position, didn’t seem so unlikely. He looked over at you, making eye contact. “You okay?”
“Always.” You accepted the glass Penny handed you. “Pilots are big-headed imbeciles. Present company included, of course.”
“Ouch,” Bradley smirked and your heart fairly stuttered to a stop. “And here I thought you needed saving from Hangman’s pick up tactics.”
“I’ve endured worse.” You couldn’t quite look him in the eye. “But thank you.”
“Bradley Bradshaw.” He held out his hand. “Call sign Rooster.”
You bit your lip and accepted the gesture. His hands were strong and calloused and warm. “Call me Riot.”
“You’re a pilot?”
“Worse,” you pulled away from his hand and glanced up at him with a smile. “Army brat.”
Bradley grinned. “Army brats are spoiled, know-it-all princesses.”
“Especially the girls.” You laughed, surprised when he joined you. Why was he so easy to talk to? You knew he was flirting, but it felt...different. Relaxed, effortless. You could almost look at him for longer than three seconds. It helped that he had sunglasses and you couldn’t see the depth in his eyes.
“Hey, listen,” Bradley leaned closer, causing you to tense. He saw the change and stopped, straightening to take a sip of his beer. “I noticed that you’re not a fan of loud noises.”
Your brow furrowed at this before a fresh wave of heat washed over you. He had been watching you, noting the way you flinched and stiffened whenever the crowd roared with laughter and music. You didn’t mind the music. In fact, you loved it. But the jostling, rowdy crowd was a little much. Made it hard to think and, in extreme cases, hard to breathe.
“And?” You took another gulp of gin, praying that the liquid courage would numb the self-consciousness threatening to kill you. “You’re gonna suggest that we head out to somewhere private?”
“Actually, I was gonna give you a heads up. I’m about to go over to the piano and show off my big-headed imbecilic piano skills and it’s gonna get loud.”
You met his gaze once more, surprise causing you to all but drop your jaw. “Pilots don’t play piano.”
“This one does.” Bradley smiled at you and stepped back. “Have a nice night, princess.”
You held his gaze until he turned and walked through the crowd with a certain swagger that should have disgusted you but instead made you bite your lip. What on earth? What had this man just done to you? He was a pilot. Your father told you to stay away from pilots. And yet...Bradley was different. Just like his father had been different. At least, that’s what your own father said.
Penny came over just as you finished the last of your drink. “I’ll go scrape Dad off the beach now. He probably threw his back out.”
“Who, him?” Penny smiled, the kind of smile all the women around your dad seemed to have. “He’s in better shape than most of the pilots in this bar.”
“Not that you noticed.” You pulled out a wad of cash from your back pocket and handed her a few twenties. “That’s for my tab and some of Dad’s.”
“No ma’am, your father is going to settle up with me tomorrow.” Penny’s eyes were fairly sparkling with happiness she was trying too hard to hide. “I’m counting on it.”
“I’m sure.” You smiled at her. “He’s happy to see you too, Penny.”
“Oh, get out of here, Riot.” Penny grabbed a couple empty beer bottles and shooed you away, grinning all the while.
“Night, Penny.” You swiveled around and stood, edging your way through the crowd in the direction of the exit.
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The piano music had just begun when you found your dad, breathing in the fresh sea air as you crossed to him. “Hey,”
“Hey.” He didn’t look away from the bar window as you slid your arm around his waist for a hug, draping his arm over your shoulders. “The boys treating you right?”
“The usual.” You followed his gaze and blushed when you saw Bradley playing the piano and singing at the top of his lungs. “I met Rooster.”
“Looks just like his dad.” Your dad muttered, looking as though he were all but lost in his thoughts. There was pain in his eyes, a pain you hadn’t seen until he had been ordered to return to Top Gun. You worried about him. But then, you always worried.
“Here, I gotcha something.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a house key, handing it to you.
“What is it?” You asked, turning it over in your hand.
“There’s a little beach cottage a couple minutes from the bar. Back door leads right out into the sand. Penny pulled a few strings. You can stay there until the mission is complete.”
“Kicking me off the base?” You looked up at him.
“Never, honey.” Your dad smiled and looked away from Rooster playing, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “We’ve just gotta play it by the books for the next couple weeks. Don’t want you gettin’ in trouble too.”
“Well...they’ve finally done it.”
“Done what?”
“Muzzled a maverick.” You grinned as you nudged him. “You never play by the books.”
“Gotta give me something for tryin’ at least.” Your dad, Captain Maverick, chuckled as he nudged you back. “Now come on, I’ll walk you home.”
“You’d rather be walking Penny home.” You teased, allowing him to lead you away from the bar and out towards where you had parked your bikes. “Rooster’s kinda sweet.” You looked away when you said it, hoping it would seem like a general observation.
Maverick gave a deep sigh. “Just like his dad.”
He fell silent after this, and you, sensing the turmoil inside him, elected to leave him alone. But your thoughts continued to linger on Bradley, how he looked, how he sounded. How he made sure you were safe after Hangman’s failed attempt to pick you up. It gave you butterflies to think about. And despite all your instincts and experience, a tiny part of you wanted to see him again.
Little did you know, that night and that meeting would change your life forever. Your relationship with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw had just begun.
Part 2
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Take it out on me - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw
Smut ahead! 18+ only, minors DNI
Warnings: smut, cursing, praise, p in v, oral (female receiving) , i think that's all. Just smutty smut smut
I’m out at the bar and I’m bored and lonely. I’m coming over. Be there in 5.
Your name popped up on Bradley’s phone as the text came through. He wished he could say that he was surprised you were sending him that text at midnight, but this had become a routine for the two of you. The two had met in high-school and instantly clicked, becoming the absolute best of friends. You two were inseparable and that continued even as he went into the navy. However, once you started dating a new guy, Rooster started noticing some things he didn’t like. You were talking to him less and coming around less. You could never hangout without your boyfriend tagging along. It gave him a bad feeling and lately he had been sensing he was right; especially on late night visits like this.
A knock at the door knocked him out of his thoughts as he walked into the living room, making sure there was a bottle of whiskey on his table for you. It was your drink of choice and you claimed it was because the alcohol burning hurt more than the emotional pain you were feeling. Yeah, Bradley was ready to beat this guy’s ass. He just wanted to okay from you first.
He walked over to the front door and opened it, his eyes falling onto you. Your hair and makeup were all done, telling him that you had in fact been out at the bar. Your legs were covered in goosebumps from the daisy-dukes that adorned them in the cold air, your breath showing as you stood in front of him. You weren’t crying this time, that was a good sign. He ran his eyes one more time over you, doing a mental triage as he leaned against the door frame.
“What is it this time?” Bradley’s voice came out gruff, something that made you raise your eyebrows. You didn’t answer and just pushed past him into the living room. He closed the door and watched your figure as you got comfy on his couch, reaching for the bottle of whiskey that he kept on his side table just for you. You took a swig, looking around the living room. “Did you redecorate? It looks lovely in here. “
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t you dare bullshit me.” He was always straight to the point with you. You debated for a second, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You knew you weren’t ready to tell him yet, so you took another long swig of alcohol as you crossed your legs. “No, seriously. I think this pillow looks new.” Bradley let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand down his face, his eyes closed for a second before they snapped back open. “(Y/N).” It was only one word, but you felt it into your core, the expectant eyebrow raise making you sigh. “Fucking tell me.”
You ran your fingers down the glass bottle, following the grooves and label of the cool material. Your normally bright eyes now seemed tired and sad as you finally spoke up. “He’s being super controlling. He doesn’t want me to hang around you anymore.” You couldn’t help but feel shame bubble up in your stomach as you watched his jaw clench. “He’s trying to hold me down and take over every aspect of my life.” You didn’t want to stay still anymore, your legs picking you up as you started to pace slowly. You were periodically lifting the bottle to your lips, Rooster’s eyes watching you protectively to make sure you weren’t stumbling.
“I’ve told you how I feel about him many times already.” His words were curt and sharp, his eyes cutting into the glass bottle in your hands. “Look what he’s fucking doing to you.” He gestured to the alcohol and you chuckled darkly, shaking your head. “He isn’t directly causing me to drink. It just numbs everything.” Bradley ran a hand over his lips, running his tongue over them as he decided to tread lightly with his next words. “I think you should dump him.”
You stopped walking, your body turning to face him. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as you held your hand up, clearly trying to process his words. “Why should I do that?” Your words were now getting slightly slurry, though you were holding your liquor fairly well given the situation. His eyes raked over you as he debated on what he was about to say. He finally decided to say fuck it and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a beer and taking a swig before he rejoined you.
“Why should you dump him? Because I’m done pretending I’m not absolutely crazy about you and that you don’t deserve better than that asshole.” Bradley’s voice was deep and low as he walked towards you, your steps matching him as you backpedaled. You went until your back hit the wall, his larger body towering over you as he put his hand on the wall above your head.
The whiskey on your breath was mixing with the beer on his as your chest started to move up and down at a more rapid pace. You were getting lost in his eyes when your phone ringing disturbed the moment, your boyfriends name popping up on the caller ID. Bradley expected you to answer it and repeat the pattern the two of you had fallen into. You came over when your boyfriend was being stupid, you would vent, drink, then always go back to him the second you were sobering up.
But this time, you didn’t answer. You sat there and pressed the decline button, Bradley’s eyes watching your every move intently. As he watched you slip your phone back into your back pocket he couldn’t help but smirk at you. Finally, he got you to come to your senses. With that gesture, he allowed his lips to attach to yours with a satisfied grunt. “Time to show you how you should be worshipped.”
You deepened the kiss and moved to wrap your arms around Bradley’s neck, his hands coming down to rest on your ass. His calloused fingers brushed against the rough denim of your shorts, mumbling for you to jump before he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned you against the wall as his lips worked against yours, slowly moving to kiss down your jawline and down your neck. “I’m going to dump him tomorrow.” The words were breathless as you let out a soft whimper, the whiskey bottle dropping from your hands as your fingers moved to ball up his shirt. “Good girl.” The words made your breath hitch in your throat as you let out a soft moan.
He was loving your reactions to him, his body trapping you against the wall as one of his hands made its way up to caress your breast as he pulled your lips to his again. You kissed him desperately, soft whimpers of pleasure and neediness leaving your lips. Your chest was starting to heave and you started to feel yourself getting wet. “Bradley.. I need you..” Your words were soft and caused him to smirk as he moved to lay you down on the couch. He yanked your shorts down your legs, his hands running up your thighs hungrily as you watched him through hooded eyes.
“I got you, baby.” His eyes were soft as he watched you, sliding your panties down and sliding one finger inside of you. You let out a soft gasp at the feeling, your head falling back as he started to finger you slowly. You let moans escape your lips as he slowly added another finger, causing you to arch your back and grasp at the couch cushions. “Let me hear you.” He stopped moving his fingers, leaving them inside of you as he waited. “Please.. don’t stop. Feels so good..” You whimpered and tried to get some relief as you moved your hips. He shook his head and pulled his fingers out, scooting down so his face was even with your pussy. “Bad girls get punished.”
At his words you could feel yourself start to get drenched, his breath fanning over your exposed slick as you let out a desperate whine. “Please, roo.” The nickname you had for him went straight through him, hearing how breathy and desperate you sounded as you said it. It instantly caused him to get rock hard, one of his hands moving down to rub himself through his sweatpants. You watched as he slowly let his tongue out from between his lips, letting it run up and down your exposed pussy as he tasted you. It caused your hips to buck up, a strangled cry sounding out. He chuckled and moved his free hand up to your stomach, holding you down against the couch. As he was eating you out, he could hear you starting to whimper louder and more desperately. You were whining about how close you were, your hands tangling in his hair. “Come for me, baby girl.” You did just that, screaming out as your release coated his tongue and his lips, a satisfied grin on his face as he came back up to your level.
He pressed his lips against yours as you reached down for his sweatpants, rubbing his cock through the thin fabric. He pushed down the pants and his boxers, his cock springing up against his stomach. Your eyes widened at how big he was, a smirk evident on his lips. How had you and rooster never done this before? You weren’t sure, but you knew this would not be the last time. He spread your legs with his hand and slowly pressed his cock inside of you. You let out a gasp as you adjusted to his size, your eyes squeezing shut. For a few seconds you felt pain until he started to slowly move, his eyes locking with yours.
The pain turned into pleasure soon enough, his hand coming up to lace with yours. “Keep your eyes on me.” His thrusts started to get faster as you kept your eyes on his. It was hard for you to maintain the contact, the pleasure shooting straight through you as you repeatedly moaned out his name. You had good sex before, but never this good. Rooster knew what he was doing, that was for sure. “Roo, I’m not gonna last long.” Your words were quiet and he nodded, his thrusts speeding up. “I’m close too..” His voice was a deep grunt as he felt you start to spasm around him, a long moan escaping your lips. He felt his thrusts start to get sloppy as he came after you, sweat dripping down his forehead as he laid down against you.
He was careful to not put his full weight on you, a chuckle leaving his lips as he looked up at you. “Well, that happened.” His words caused you to roll your eyes as you reached down for his discarded shirt, putting it on yourself. “It did, and I’m staying the night because I fully expect round 2 in the morning.” At your words, Rooster couldn’t help but groan and nod. He bit his lip as he pressed his lips to yours again. “Yes ma’am.”
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Neck kisses with Rooster when you can, please 😁
Ask, and you shall receive! I kind of went in a different direction then I had planned, I hope you enjoy it anyway! xoxo
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There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, just the moon, big and bright, lighting my way as I walked down the boardwalk toward the beach.
Bradley sat at the water's edge, his bare feet buried in the sand.
I stopped beside him, his hand reaching up and grabbing mine to pull me down into his lap.
“You’re mad,” he whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to rise up on my arms.
I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder as his hands wrapped around my waist,
“I’m not mad.”
His lip brushed over my ear, ”Talk to me, Y/N.”
I angled my head slightly so I could see him, his dark eyes bore into mine as he tried to read how I felt.
“You just got back, and now you’re leaving again. I just thought we’d have a little more time.”
He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck as his fingers moved circles over my bare thigh, “I know, I'm sorry.”
The feeling of his lips pressed against my neck caused my heart to beat faster.
“You don’t have to be sorry. You’ve worked so hard to get to this point, and I would never stop you from living your dreams.”
He nodded, “You’re amazing, do you know that?”
His lips moved lazily across my skin, leaving behind little kisses as he went. Down my neck, across my collarbone, only stopping when he reached my shoulder.
I laughed, “I’ve been told that before.”
He pressed his lips to mine for a moment and then pulled away, “Because you’re so amazing, I'm not taking the chance of another guy coming along and trying to steal you away from me while I’m gone.”
I turned to look at him again, smiling as I ran the tip of my finger over his bottom lip, “Yeah, and how exactly are you going to prevent that from happening?”
“With this.”
I froze, staring dumbfounded at the tiny piece of jewelry Bradley held in the palm of his hand, the large diamond glistening in the moonlight.
My mouth opened but no words came out.
”It’s okay, I’ll go first,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my temple before continuing, “It sounds so cliche, but I knew you were the one the day that I met you. When I asked you out and you said you’d only go on a date with me if I took you for a ride in an F-18.”
I tried my hardest to prevent the tears from falling from my eyes as he continued.
“You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in that little white dress and those weird looking shoes.”
I laughed, “They were wedges.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, “The thing I remember most, was thinking that I’d risk everything I worked toward, everything that mattered to me, just so I could take you on that ride.”
I wrapped my arm around his neck and brushed my hand through his shaggy hair, “And you did.”
The tears were uncontrollable at this point. I took a deep breath, as he pulled away from me and smiled.
“Will you marry me?”
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Play it Again | B.B
based on Play it Again by Luke Bryan (just heard it on the radio and instantly thought of Bradley lol)
w/c: 2,507.
description: You and your friend visit her boyfriend, whos stationed in San Diego. While at a party, a tall sandy brunette haired Aviator takes a special interest in you.
pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!reader
warnings: some suggestive themes, allusions to sex towards in the middle & towards the end. MINORS DNI 🔞 please. Bradley is adorable as ever.
a/n: one of my favorite songs ever and I just NOW realized this would work wonderfully with Bradley.
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You and your bestfriend were from out of town visiting her boyfriend of a few years, on a whim. Her boyfriend was a naval aviator who was stationed here in Miramar, San Diego, more known as "Fighter town USA". You practically knew everything about him because your friend wouldn't shut up. And here you were, on the back of her boyfriends truck, all alone. Despite the fact that there were dozens of people surrounding you, the feeling of loneliness, due to knowing no one besides your friend and her beau, was overwhelming.
Peering up from your drink, which you resorted to staring at rather than look at everyone having fun, you notice a tall, sandy brown haired man with the stupidest mustache you've ever seen, stare at you. After about 2 minutes of noticing him stare you down, you looked behind you, wondering if his friend or girlfriend was behind you. Nope, no one. He was still looking at you.
Bradley got invited to his friend, Jakes, party one night. They rarely got together after work, but Jake emphasized that Bradley must meet his girlfriend. Hesitantly, he obliged. After meeting her, she mentioned that she brought a friend and before Bradley knew it, 1 drink quickly turned into more.
♬ She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
♬ Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
♬ I was lookin' for her boyfriend
♬ Thinkin', "No way she ain't got one"
He found his way through the crowd, stopping a few feet away from Jakes truck. He noticed one of the most beautiful girls ever, sitting on the back of his tailgate, drinking from her solo cup. Her legs were swinging back and forth. She proceeded to focus on her drink, not engaging with anyone. How could a pretty girl be all alone like this, he thought. Quickly figuring out this was Jake's girlfriends friend, he proceeded to eye her up wondering if he should go sit with her. She looked pretty lonely. He assumed you knew no one else here, which was accurate. After a few minutes she turned around, probably looking for someone. She looked confused as to why he was staring at her.
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♬ Soon as I sat down I was fallin' in love
♬ Tryin' to pour a little sugar in her Dixie cup
After Bradley worked up the courage to walk up to one of the prettiest ladies he's ever laid his eyes on, he quickly made haste and sat down next to her on the tailgate.
You were beyond confused as to why this hunk of a man sat down next to you rather than all the other prettier girls, but you decided to not question it much, and just let this once and a lifetime experience happen to you. Having guys come up to you like this or pay even a little bit of attention to you was rare to say the least. You only had 1 serious relationship, which you felt was embarrassing seeing as it's been years since you've been in bed with anyone.
"Hey pretty girl, what's your name?" he asks, as your cheeks go bright red at the compliment. How was this happening to you? He's even more beautiful up close. Continuing to stare at your cup, which is nearly empty despite savoring it for this long so you wouldn't have to get up.
"Y/N," you say shyly, "What's yours?"
"Rooster" he says, grinning.
"Rooster? Did your mother not like you or something?" you ask, giggling. Bradley swears his heart just skipped a beat. You have the most contagious little giggle ever.
"Oh no, Rooster is my call sign" he says, looking nervous after your face made an expression to the word 'call sign'. "My names Bradley."
"Call sign? So you're in the Navy too," you ask, sighing because you knew all about dating military dudes. You see your friends relationship and what deployments do to her. Spending numerous days with her, after Jake left for a deployment. She was depressed and wouldn't get off the couch for days. You were always there putting her back together.
"Yes, I'm a Naval Aviator, is that a problem pretty girl? he mutters, nervously playing with his hands. Shit did he really just manage to blow his shot? Good going.
"Well, I don't mingle with Naval Aviators, I see what that does to my friend every time her guy leaves." you confess, chugging back whatever's left in your cup.
"Well darlin', this doesn't have to be a permanent thing. You're friends with Hangman's girlfriend aren't you?" he asks, already knowing the answer but didn't want to seem like he was stalking you.
"Yes. I'm assuming you're friends with Jake then?" you chuckle. Jake got on your nerves quite frequently. He was always one of those show boat kind of guys, who you absolutely couldn't stand. But, he was your bestfriends 'soulmate' as she said, so you tolerate him.
"Oh yea, we go way back." he admits, smiling. He has a pretty smile. You could be fine with a one night stand with this man, if that's what he meant. You never did these things, so this was all new territory for you.
♬ Talkin' over the speakers in the back of that truck
There's music blaring from Jake's truck, he turned the music to his favorite station before he left with your friend. It's loud enough to hear the music clearly, but not too loud that you can't hear Bradley. You loved his voice, it was like music to your ears.
♬ She jumped up and cut me off
As soon as you heard the beginning beats to "Great Balls of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis, you quickly slid off the tailgate. Oh my god, this was your absolute favorite song. You probably look insane leaping off the truck that quickly, but who cares.
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♬ She was like, "Oh, my God, this is my song
♬ I've been listenin' to the radio all night long
♬ Sittin' 'round, waitin' for it to come on and here it is"
Bradley looked at you as you slid off the tailgate, your sundress slightly getting caught on the end of the truck. He quickly looked away as you turned around to look at him. He hopes you didn't catch him glance at you. His cheeks turned red almost instantly.
"Oh my goodness I love this song. I've been waiting for it to play." you state, dancing with the beat. You start singing along with it, realizing Bradley is also singing it. Little did you know, this was also his favorite song.
♬ She was like, "Come here boy, I wanna dance"
♬ 'Fore I said a word she was takin' my hand
♬ Spinnin' me around 'til it faded out
You decided to go out of your comfort zone, and grab Bradleys huge hand, making him stand up with you. "Let's dance Rooster." you say, smiling as you spun around with him. You both quickly fell into rhythm.
Bradley can't believe this seemingly shy girl just pulled him up to dance. How he's here dancing with the prettiest lady ever, to his favorite song, is beyond him. He's starting to worry that his "this doesn't have to be permanent" stance won't last long, if she keeps twirling with him like this.
♬ And she gave me a kiss
You can't tell if its the alcohol or your attraction to Bradley, or both, but you quickly pull his shirt in to kiss him. His lips were just as soft as you imagined.
"Wow, that was unexpected," he begins to say, "but I'm glad you did that before I was going too" he laughs as you rest your head against his chest. The height difference is pretty cute, you're about eye level with his chest.
♬ And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
"I hope that song plays again." you grin looking up at him. You're both swaying even though the song is upbeat.
He has his arms wrapped around your waist, staring down at your smile. You have the most beautiful smile he's seen. He becomes painfully aware of how 'whipped' he is.
"Me too, precious." he says, laying his head against your shoulder as you continue to dance. You too become painfully aware of how quickly you're catching feelings for him, wondering if you should just forget it all and risk it for this tall, handsome man.
♬ And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
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♬ I'd a gave that DJ my last dime
♬ If he would have played it just one more time
After you realized how long you two had been swaying, you pried yourself off of him. He looked sad at the sudden loss of comfort. You felt so safe in those few minutes, safer than you felt in years. Bradley wished the song would play again, just so you'd try and dance with him. It was getting kind of late, you haven't seen your friend in god knows how long, losing track of time with Bradley. Realizing you had no ride home if she left in her car with Jake, you contemplated asking Bradley to bring you home.
"Bradley, would you want to come back to my place?" you ask, hoping he said yes.
"Of course pretty girl" he says, placing a kiss to your lips, sending butterflies to your stomach. You loved when he called you that. It turned you into a giddy school girl. You turned Jake's car off and grabbed the keys, reserving them in your pocket for him to retrieve tomorrow morning.
You both made haste to Bradley's Bronco. You loved his truck, it was very unique. Seemed to fit his personality somehow.
Showing him the directions to your Airbnb, his hand rested on your thigh, just below where your sundress lands. Butterflies are going crazy in your stomach, and you can tell Bradley knows what he's doing to you.
"Stop teasing me, Roo" he grinned at the nickname from his call sign, also grinning because he's making you squirm over the littlest touch.
"Oh darlin, just you wait." he chuckles, moving his hand just a bit further. You were close to your place, hoping he'll step on the gas a bit.
♬ But a little while later we were sittin' in the drive in my truck
After he pulls into your driveway, your lips are attached once again. Breaking away from this steamy situation, Bradley turns up the radio. Hoping maybe your guys song will come back on and you can end the night even better.
♬ Before I walked her to the door
♬ I was scannin' like a fool AM, FM, XM, too
♬ But I stopped real quick when I heard that groove
♬ Man, you should have seen her light up
Scanning through the radio, hoping your song will come back on, Bradley starts to get defeated. You slouch back in the seat, not wanting this night to end. Once he got to the last station, preparing to turn his car off, by all odds you both heard the beginning of the song again. Your faces light up in happiness, the night doesn't have to end just yet.
♬ She was like, "Oh, my God, this is my song
♬ We've been listenin' to the radio all night long
♬ I can't believe that it came back on, but here it is"
"Oh my god it's our song again. What are the odds?" you beam, opening your door and meeting him in front of the beaming headlights.
♬ She was like, "Come here boy, I wanna dance"
"Dance with me again, Rooster." you grin, jumping at the beat of your song.
She had the biggest grin on her face, radiating pure sunshine. The headlights amplified her beauty even more. Bradley couldn't believe just how gorgeous she was, and here he was, standing with her in the driveway, a scene straight out of a fairytale.
♬ 'Fore I said a word she was takin' my hand
♬ Spinnin' in the headlights she gave me a goodnight kiss
Before he could say anything, you grabbed his hand and started spinning around with him in his headlights. It was a very romantic scene to anyone watching from their house.
Once the song was done, you kissed him again. This time, a goodnight kiss. He didn't want to let you go, nor did you. You gave him your phone to put his number in, once you finally parted your lips. After he returned your phone, you gave him a toothy smile. You were quickly falling more in love with a guy you swore you wouldn't.
♬ And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
♬ And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
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♬ The next Friday night
♬ We were sittin' out under the stars
♬ You should have seen her smile
♬ When I broke out my guitar
The following Friday, you two had plans to go out for dinner and sit by the beach. You weren't planning on staying in San Diego this long, but for Bradley? Anything.
You two quickly became close over the last week ish, texting and calling almost always when he was too busy to head over to you and your friends Airbnb. If you weren't convinced you were in love with each other, after tonight there would be no questions.
After dinner, which was lovely, you two laid on the back of his Bronco, staring up at the stars. You feel Bradley shift in his spot, reaching behind him. What you didn't know, was he was pulling out his guitar.
a/n: hi besties, I'm not sure if Great Balls of Fire can be played on the guitar, so just pretend that it can please lol
"Hey baby, I have a surprise for you." he states. As you sit up, you notice he's sitting on the edge of the tailgate with a guitar. As if this man can't get any more dreamy, he knows the guitar.
He starts playing Great Balls of Fire on his instrument. Which has absolutely captured your heart, even more than he already did prior to this stunt. You both sing along as he strums his guitar.
Once he's done, you feel the need to confess something you've been mustering up in your brain.
"Rooster," you grin, grabbing his hand to hold, "I think i'm falling for you, you big stud" you say, eyes watering.
"Oh darlin, so am i." he laughs.
"Take me to bed, or lose me forever." you exclaim, laughing as he tugs you off the tailgate.
"Show me the way home honey." he smiles, pressing a kiss onto your lips.
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Rooster : You sure baby?
Y/N : Positive Lieutenant!
Rooster : Ok!
*later Penny serving some hot fries*
Y/N : Looks good...
Rooster : Yep!
Y/N : Smells good...
Rooster : *munching happily*
Y/N : You love me right?
Rooster : *pushing plate over*
Rooster : *big bear groan* That woman!
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Bradshaw - Bradley Bradshaw
Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Characters: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell
Warnings: N/A
Request: N/A
Word Count: 650
Author: Hannah
When Bradley first told you about the mission, you had been excited for him. He was one of the best of the best, and he has been chosen for this brilliant opportunity – but when it came down to it, the reality that he was leaving and you didn’t know how for long, you were worried.
As soon as he had told you about Maverick being there, you had wanted to go straight over to Top Gun and see him but unfortunately you still had a job, one that you needed to keep.
After a lot of called in favours, you’d managed to get a week off and you were heading straight to Top Gun with not a word to Bradley.
Once you arrived, the word around was that there was a lot of attractive Navy men on the beach so that’s where you headed.
Safe to say you were not disappointed.
As you walked onto the beach you watched them all playing football, cheering each other on, and seeing Bradley so happy and carefree made your heart swell.
You wolf-whistled when Bradley made a touchdown, which made everyone’s heads snap to you.
“Looking good Bradshaw!” you yelled over to him as you wandered closer.
The people surrounding Bradley looked on in confusion as he ran over to you, picking you up and spinning you around. “Not as good as you do Bradshaw.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing. “I’m not a Bradshaw yet,” you reminded him as he put you down.
“You’re as good as,” he slung his arm around your shoulder as he spoke, gently guiding you over to the gathered crowd of his crew mates.
You hadn’t considered how daunting it would be to meet Bradley’s team, and with their faces all staring at you it definitely felt daunting.
“This is Y/N, my girlfriend,” he introduced you to everyone, and then one by one he told you who everyone standing there was.
At the end of it you weren’t sure you had all their names, but they all seemed kind enough. “It’s nice to meet you all,” you smiled as you spoke. “I apologise for turning up out of the blue.”
They all shook their heads, scarily in unison, as Bradley kept you close to his side.
After a few minutes of chatting, Maverick told them all to take a break and find some food, so everyone wandered off leaving you and Bradley stood with Maverick.
“So, this is the infamous Y/N?” Maverick asked Bradley, a small smile on his face.
Bradley laughed but nodded, and you could tell from that that Bradley was beginning to let go of his resentment for Maverick.
“It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N,” Maverick held his hand out to you, which you shook. “I’m Pete.”
Maverick quickly excused himself to find some food after introducing himself, leaving you and Bradley on your own.
The two of you walked to the shore and sat down on the sand. “What made you come here?”
You sighed, turning to Bradley. “When you told me Mav was here, I wanted to be there for you,” you told him honestly. “I know you hold a big grudge against him, and I don’t blame you for it, but I didn’t want you to go through it on your own.”
Bradley pulled you into his side. “Thank you baby,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Mav and I have had a chance to chat, we’ve cleared the air for now.”
You nodded but didn’t say anything, you just stared out to the horizon.
“One of the first things I told him about was you,” he stated. “He remembered seeing you at my graduation, but he never came over.”
“I’m glad he’s here with you Bradley,” he seemed confused at your statement. “It means someone will be looking out for you, and you need that here.”
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Cherry Flavored
Smut & Some Angst.
Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Reader (call sign: Cherry)
Word count: 4 k
Summary: All that Rooster needed to do was let out some steam.
Authors note: I don’t even know how I came up with this but I hope you like it <3. If you guys have any ideas you would like me to right about I’m all open for some requests.
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Rooster didn’t even notice his arms were feeling sore until he was in the showers. He could hear the mix of all of the other guys voices, and all of them came to the same conclusion. Maverick had kicked everyone’s ass.
Including him. Twice.
He was so mad at himself. He should’ve taken the damn shot.
And fucking Coyote flirting with you since the call back isn’t really letting him be at his fullest.
You always politely declined him. Politely as in you said no thank you and he took it as a try harder.
And every time it took everything in Rooster not to tell him off.
All of the whistles had made him turn his head towards the door. “If it ain’t Cherry and Phoenix” Hangman said when saw you walk in the room.
The collar of your shirt still had sweat around it and your suit was half way undone.
You were one of the two female pilots that were recalled to Top Gun. Most of the time you got treated as equals, but they were moments like this where the guys were just being stupid.
You lock eyes with Rooster. He doesn’t hold it for more than a couple of seconds. “Don’t worry lady’s, we are out of here”. Hangman says, you are actually grateful that they’ve respected your privacy. “Showers are all yours”.
He seems irritated and upset. You can’t do anything about it right now, not in front of everyone.
You started to fool around with him a couple a years ago. Sneaking around, just letting some steam off was the whole purpose of it.
It wasn’t your intention to grow feelings for him. You both stayed together for the holidays, neither of you had families to go back to, so you kept each other company.
Rooster sure wasn’t expecting to find himself asking for you to give him a chance.
But how couldn’t he. Rooster was crazy over you.
The decision to keep it a secret was mutual. You didn’t want to risk a transfer to a different unit. Truth is you guys were a good team in the air, and you couldn’t trust anybody else to not get you killed up there.
“Come on Rooster, don’t try to get lucky” Harvard patted him on the back before leaving the room, without of course giving you a last glance.
“Are you messing around with Rooster?” Phoenix asked with a smirk on her face once they were alone.
“What?” No, no, no, she doesn’t know. “I’m not messing around with nobody”.
“You don’t sound so sure” she teases.
“Oh shut up”.
You feel somewhat unsteady when you get the sensation that she isn’t joking around. Shit, Phoenix is like a sister to Bradley, of course she’s going to know when something is off about him.
“Coyote and Hangman would be terribly heartbroken” honestly starts feeling like she is trying to get something out of you. “I can’t blame you though”.
Hangman would never admit to it sober, but during a late night drunk conversation with Phoenix it had slipped his mouth how he saw you almost naked in the showers.
It was an accident, genuinely.
He wasn’t a pervert he had just been stupid enough to forget his keys under his spare shirt in his locker.
Now maybe he wasn’t a good team player but he was sure a gentleman, nobody but Phoenix knew about it.
The image of you getting undressed had been the only thing helping him get off for the next week or so. He never made a move on you in a serious type of manner; however, he would occasionally flirt when he got a little too cocky.
“Whatever”. You answer.
You ignore her comments and head to take a shower. The warm water felt delicious over your skin. The training today has been hard— embarrassing you would say. You are supposed to be the best of the best, and here comes this guy that took everyone down with little to no effort.
But the 200 push-ups under the California sun were the worst part of it all. You really don’t want to complain, because Rooster had to do double of that.
You make sure to get done before Phoenix is. You hurry to your small designated room before she asks more questions and you get too annoyed at her.
It’s an hour till midnight when you go to Rooster’s room. You decided it was better to give him some time to cool off before you checked up on him.
“Hey” he doesn’t say anything he just moves aside to make room for you to come in.
You watch him walk back and take a seat at the edge of his bed. His face is painted with exhaustion, he’s still upset for what you could tell.
Your hand drops on his shoulder when you sit next to him, trying to give him some sort of comfort. “It’s alright Rooster, he smoked everyone else out there”.
“He pulled my papers”.
“What? Maverick?” You knew he had a rattle going on with him but he never mentioned why.
“He pulled my application on the naval academy” his voice was a mix of gloom and anger. “Set me back four years”.
“What you did today, you could’ve got yourself kicked out” You know how he lets anger blind him. He’s just a guy that lets his emotions get the best of him.
“Don’t worry about it—“
“I am” You slightly raise your voice, You’re not going to sit there letting him pity himself. Bradley is a great pilot he just needs to loosen up a little. “You can’t leave us flying with Hangman”.
“I’m sorry” he finally looks at you, you feel the palm of his hand gently squeeze your inner thigh.
“I don’t want you to apologize to me, I just want you to prove him wrong”.
He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in, pressing his lips sweetly against yours.
They stay still for a second and pulls back, pressing his forehead on your own. You know that no matter how much time goes by, he’ll always be breathtaking to you.
You are the one that decides to make the next move. Wanting to make him feel good, help him relax a little. You move your lips gradually over his without any intention at first.
Slowly as you deepen the kiss you straddle his lap, his fingers immediately dig in the skin of your hips holding you steady, knowing your next move.
He knows it’s a bad idea to fuck you in the dorm rooms, shit, Yale and Coyote were sleeping in the rooms next to his, maybe he wouldn’t mind finally putting and end to Coyote insistence on you, but he knew it wasn’t the place or time.
Your fingers slide into his golden hair when his tongue meets yours. He isn’t trying to get carried away but he can help to get rid of your shirt completely when your hand gets lost inside his boxers.
His hands are roaming from your waist to your breasts. He covers them with his hands, squeezing them softly earning a moan from you.
It’s all it took for him to return to his senses.
“Wait, wait, babe wait” he sounds rushed as he’s trying to catch his breath again. “We can’t, not here”.
“Just relax” You shushed him.
“They’re going to hear us”. He’s doing his best to be the nice guy and stop you, but he’s had a shitty day and the idea of intimacy with his girl, was sounding very good at the moment.
He’s looking at you with expectant eyes, that’s all you need for you to kneel in front of him and tug the waistband of his boxers.
“You just gotta make sure you're very quiet then”.
Once your hand is around his cock he lets out a shaky breath. You work your hand along his shaft and seconds later his hand is on top of your own, guiding the speed. “A little slower”. The breathes out.
You do as he says. Your thumb brushes against his tip a couple of times, gaining a sigh from him. God, you love the sounds he makes.
“Feeling better?” You let out a giggle with a soft smile.
“Fuck yes” he groans.
You wrap your lips on him without warning, he throws back his head, hissing and moaning your name in what sounded like a whisper.
His fingers get tangled in your hair carefully undoing the tie holding your ponytail up. He has always loved you with your hair down. But what he loves the most is when he can just take it in a fistful for himself to guide your movements.
“You always take me so good baby” he grunts.
Rooster looks down on you. His eyes trail to your arched back and those boy shorts that barely covered your ass, all he can think is how good it looks from where he’s at.
That sight alone makes him lose his mind in between gasps and groans. It’s always so difficult for him to maintain eye contact when you always look so perfect. And it’s all just for him.
He moans getting all caught up in the moment, you don’t even pay attention to the tears forming in the corner of your eyes when he hits the back of your throat.
Your tongue swirls around his tip and your hand works on whatever you mouth can’t reach. He hissed pushing the hair off your forehead. “Fuck”.
His eyes meet yours right before he’s about to cum. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth slightly opened. He pulls himself out and next thing you feel is the warm strings covering your cleavage.
It takes a moment for him to compose his breath, meanwhile you clean yourself with the towel sitting on the chair next to his bed.
He tucks himself back in his boxers. He shifts in his twin size bed, lifting his body on his elbows.
He gets lost looking at the cherry tattoo on your shoulder, the reason you earned your call sign. He lets out a smirk remembering the time you were drunk and complaining that you wanted your call sign to be Echo, not the stupid tattoo you got when you’d just turned 18.
“Hey…” he reaches out for you making you fall on his lap.
You know he wants to return the favor when he turns you under him and starts kissing you hard. Fingers start to play on the waistband of your shorts teasing you. But you're not falling for it.
His lips trail off down your neck where he nips on the skin of your collar bones. “Oh no Bradshaw, I have to go”.
He yanks his head up looking a little lost. He completely forgot he was the one trying to stop you all along.
“Come on, just stay for a little bit”.
You smile at his childish actions. You know if you stay in his room you're ending up getting tangled in his sheets and to be honest it hasn’t been long since you guys had sex.
Truth is you ended up fucking him in some random motel after his little preformance in the Hard Deck.
“Unless you want to explain to Cyclone, why was I in your room all night Lieutenant Bradshaw” He smiles playfully kissing your jaw and lastly he leaves a soft kiss on your lips.
“I think I’m good on that one”.
“I thought so too”
You leave before it gets any later than it already is.
You hope that’s enough to get him off his thoughts for a bit– and a better mood.
And it works for what you could tell. It was all going alright but when it was his turn to do the exercise Maverick wasn’t exactly too constructive about it.
The best way to describe today’s training was no other than a shit show.
Maverick and Rooster had put on one hell of a performance in front of everyone. But what tied it all together was Hangman’s comments on Rooster's dad. To be more specific how he passed flying with Maverick.
“Hey!”. You yell at Hangman before he turns the corner.
“Cherry” He sighs “Your pretty little face is becoming more annoying every–“ you slap him across his face, you’d like to say you stopped there but before he could steady himself you push him against the wall. “Ouch”.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” your voice comes out more broken than strong. “His problems aren’t for you to broadcast in front of everyone”.
“Is it getting too personal with Rooster?”. He sounds pretty cynical and that smile painted across his face only made you angrier. “Because I have to say I thought I was more of your type”.
“You’re such a fucking asshole Jake”.
“Lighten up Cherry, Jesus”. He winks not before looking at you up and down. “I’m feeling a little jealous”.
“I swear–“
“Guys just stop” Phoenix interrupted you both before the situation escalated.
As soon as she says that you’re on your way to Bradley’s dorm. Phoenix tries to stop you to try and calm the situación down but it honestly comes out as more annoying than helpful.
You’re only knocking a couple of times on his door before he opens it.
His suit is half way undone, the arms are wrapped around his waist and he’s still clearly mad about the whole situation.
His eyes don’t soften as they usually do when he looks at you. In fact his hand is wrapped around your arm pulling you into his room.
“I’m so fucking over this shit” He tells you before you could say anything. “What does he fucking want me to do?”.
“Rooster…” he lets you reach out for his shoulder. You don’t want to say anything, he can be a real hothead when he’s mad, and honestly he’s had enough for today.
“And Hangman, fuck–“ He’s clearly very frustrated, you get, he’s feeling cornered and embarrassed, damn he almost hit the guy in front of the whole group.
“I slapped him just minute ago” you say and he chuckles slightly, the last reaction you thought you’d get from him right.
You hand finds his squeezing it gently.
He allows himself to relax a little. It’s just you, it’s always alright when he's with you.
He joins your lips with his before he thinks too much about it. He presses your back against the wood of the door, taking you by surprise. It takes you a moment to respond and sync up with his pace.
His lips feel rough over yours– desperate would be a better way to describe it. But he’s hurt, you at least could attempt to try and talk to him.
“Hey, we should –“ His head shakes denying anything you’re trying to say to him. He quickly shuts you up by pressing his mouth onto yours, harder this time. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth and you can’t help but to moan into his. “Rooster”.
He wants a distraction. And to be honest you could use one too. There was no point in resisting him.
The way you kiss him is almost in unspoken agreement between both of you. Your hands immediately shoot to his hair and down his neck.
“I need you baby”. He whispers on your skin. Shit alright.
Your hands start to untie the arms of his suit pulling it all the way down.
He straightens you up and his lips are on your neck, he nips the skin from that area until he manages to get a whimper out of your mouth. He smiles trying to catch a breath.
You push him off until the back of his knees hits his bed. He falls into the mattress lifting himself with his elbows. He looks at you impatiently for your next move.
You have to say the part you love the most of fucking with Rooster is the constant fight of who’s in charge.
And honestly Bradley can’t get enough of it either. The only thing rolling on his mind is how hot you look trying to handle him.
And shit, you looked even better stripping in front of him right now.
His gaze doesn’t leave you a single time. It follows you undoing your boots but he’s most excited when you slowly start to unzip your suit.
He reaches out to you trying to help you finish the job but he only gets pushed back into the mattress.
“Not yet” there is a small grin forming on his face by watching you step out of your suit. His eyes trail from your legs to your face. You’d stop being shy and nervous around him from the first couple of times sleeping with him. Fuck, you weren’t fully undressed and there he was hard as rock inside of his boxers.
You crawl over him and he still doesn't dare to touch you, his eyes never leave your own. You could still perceive a hint of the scent of musk and vanilla on him. Your knees stop when they reach his lap and you settle right on top of his cock.
“You’re going to have to give me a little more than that sweetheart” You chuckle having fun with him. Your palm pushes his chest down, you slowly start grinding on him, having him hiss right away “There we go”. Rooster groans.
You finally feel his tight grip on your hips making your pace faster. His hands trail up your sides lifting your shirt all the way up your rib cage until it’s off your body. The palm of his hand slides from your bellybutton to your breast squeezing and kneading them.
“Shit” he chokes out. He pulls you down, meeting him in a messy kiss. “I want to fuck you so badly already”.
He quickly puts on one of the condoms in his night stand before his mind drifts anywhere else.
“That eager Bradshaw?” that’s all it takes for him to hook his hands on the back of your thighs. He lifted you without a problem and in a second he had your back against the wall.
“You have no idea” He grinds a couple of more times on you adjusting your thighs around his waist making sure he has you how he wants you. “Hold tight babe”.
He stretched his neck up to keep his lips against yours moaning against them as he slammed into you again.
You are the one that guides him inside you, having you both gasp at the new sensation. Almost right away he is pounding hard into you leaving no time for you to adjust to him.
You have to steady yourself on his shoulders when you feel him go deeper. He bites the skin of your collarbone softly passing the tip of his tongue over it. He's always careful not to leave any sort of marks on you but this time he didn’t even care.
He gripped your thighs tightly when you clenched around him as the tip of his cock kept brushing on your sweet spot.
“Holy fuck–“ you say breathlessly.
He knows that you guys aren’t loud enough for someone else to hear. But he can’t help to like the thought of you moaning his name for everyone to hear that you're his.
Your face hides in the crook of his neck leaving open mouth kisses along it, loving the sensation of his moans vibrating against his throat.
Your eyes glide down taking a look at where your bodies are joined. The pleasure building inside you starts to feel a little overwhelming, your thighs tense up and your forehead ends up resting over his “Rooster”. It comes out more like a plead than you intended and it drives him crazy.
“I know baby”. He whispers.
He jerks you up in a sudden move, his arm on your waist holding you tighter against him. He’s thrusting faster and harder than before. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder blades in an attempt to hold on to him as best as you can.
It almost feels as if he is pulling out completely as he slams as deep and hard as he can into you.
You got so lost into him that you almost didn’t realize that you were about to cum. “Are you almost there?” He asks and you can bring yourself to answer so the only response you can give him is a desperate whimper.
He pounds a few more times and it finally explodes on you. He’s kissing you to drown the moans you're making. And he keeps doing it while he’s finally coming. It hits him harder than he thought it would, he feels like he's melting into you.
You take a moment to look at him. You’re sure he’s the most handsome guy you’ve seen in your life. God, you’re so in love with him.
You stay with him until he falls asleep. He usually doesn’t sleep very well but his soft snoring filled the room not too long after.
You leave his room making sure to set his alarm for the morning.
It wasn’t late so seeing Maverick waiting outside your door didn’t surprise you that much.
“Lieutenant Metcalf” You felt he was angry. Part of you was glad he wasn’t disappointed.
You’ve known him for a long time, your grandfather was his instructor when he was in Top Gun. You’d occasionally check on him throughout the years but never were exactly close to him, not like he is– or was– with Rooster.
“Are you here to lecture me?” You weren’t intending to come out as defensive as you did.
“No, but it’s not that hard to put one and two together”. He’s still irritated from training and you can’t blame him. “I should kick one of you off the team” his arms were crossed over his chest.
The thing about Maverick is that you knew no matter how bad his ass was in the line he would always have the back of the people he loved.
“Are you?” He tried to ignore the obvious fact that you look like you just got fucked despite your efforts of trying to clean your self up.
“That’s up to you”. His voice got softer. “Get some rest Cherry”.
“Yes sir”.
Contrary to Rooster, you kept tossing and turning in the bed all night. Your mind just kept on wandering off to what could happen to Bradley and you once Maverick was out of the picture.
You really didn’t want to think of the possibility of not flying with him anymore.
Best thing for now is to keep your hands off each other and hope for the best.
That was until you were headed to the beach the very next day and the hickeys on your tits were very visible with the sports bra you were planning to wear.
You would’ve gotten away with the simple white shirt you used as your cover up if Coyote and Hangman hadn't decided to be funny and pulled you and Phoenix to the water making your shirt very see through.
“Damn Cherry, you should've told me I was being too hard last night”. Jake pointed out sarcastically at the now visible dark marks on your chest. “You know how much I hate putting on a show”.
“I bet you do Hangman” Rooster said, coming up towards you, helping you out of the water and draping his hawaiian shirt on your shoulders and wrapping one of his hands on your waist lifting you to his side.
He didn’t care that all eyes were on you guys, but shit, Cyclone didn’t have to show up right at that moment.
You knew you were fucked when he whispered to Maverick.
“What’s going on with those two?” He pointed out to both of you.
“They must be very competitive sir”.
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Christmas Eve at the Bradshaws
Warnings: cussing on Christmas, sorry
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Bradley’s ears perked up at a distinctive pattern of footsteps stomping down the hall. There was no pitter patter of little feet in this house, not even when she was small and just learning to move. His daughter stomped. His father in law called her Thunderfoot; if she followed in his footsteps, he would absolutely make it her callsign.
He stuck his head out from the office. “What are you doing?”
She was arranging herself on the couch, stuffed elephant in hand and her tablet in the other. “Gonna wait up for Santa.”
“I don’t think he comes to the house ’til you’re asleep, nugget.”
She shook her head. “Uncle Jake said he saw him one time when he stayed up all night ’n I stayed up all night that one time when I was sick.”
He slid into the hallway and shut the office door, careful not to to let her see the Barbie playhouse he’d been trying to put together for two hours (the PowerWheels truck in the garage had taken only twenty minutes, he would remind his wife forever). “I think Uncle Jake was telling you a story.” He sat down next to her, tucking her up under the minky blanket.
She shook her head again. “He said he pretended to be asleep and he saw him only he didn’t have a chimney like we do so he used a magic key and he went in the front door and his sack was huuuuuuge and-”
Bradley snorted. “I’m sure it was, honey. I think you should go back to bed, though, just to be safe. We don’t want Santa to skip us.”
“Daaaaaad,” she whined. “I’ll be so still and quiet he won’t know I’m awake I swear! I swear.” She crossed her finger over the center of her chest solemnly. He sighed.
“Honey…”
“Pleeeeeeeease, Dad?” She looked at him with her mother’s puppy dog eyes, dammit.
“Alright.”
“Yessssss.” She pumped her fist and snuggled deeper under her blanket.
“But if he doesn’t come,” he warned. “You get mad at Uncle Jake, not me, ok?”
She laughed, but threw out her hand when he got to his feet. “No, stay with me!”
He leaned down to tuck her back in and kiss her forehead. “I gotta finish up some work in the office, but I promise I’ll come sit with you when I’m done.”
“You promise?” He held out his pinky for her to hook her tiny one through. “Ok.”
Back in the office, he texted Seresin. “When my five year old is still awake at two in the morning I’m gonna let her FaceTime you, dickhead.” Hangman just replied with a Santa hat emoji and a wink.
Three hours - three. hours. - later, the playhouse was finally finished. He cracked the door to the office again, snuck a peek out at the couch. Her tablet was on the floor, and her head was jammed in between her pillow and the cushion. He smirked. She slept with her mouth wide open, just like him.
He delicately, silently, arranged her presents in the corner of the room, along with a special note from “Santa” telling her about her last surprise in the garage. His back ached and he could feel a headache coming on from focusing on all the tiny little screws. He knew her happy little shrieks would be worth it though.
When he finally eased himself into bed, his wife sighed and reached out for him. “All done?”
“I’m getting myself deployed next year,” he said. “You can deal with all that shit.”
She chuckled, moved his hand to her ever-growing stomach. “Maybe this one will just want crayons or something.”
“Yeah, to color the wall, just like her sister,” he mumbled, sleep pulling at him. “Speaking of, she’s sleeping on the couch.”
“Jake told her she could wait up for Santa,” she said softly, a smile in her voice.
“Fucking Seresin, he grumbled. “Gonna have to fuck with him when he has kids.” But she started to scratch her fingers through his hair, and soon he was as dead asleep as his daughter.
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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader
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Fandom: Top Gun
Summary: Five of the most important moments in your life with Rooster. All fluff, humor, and adorable energy, despite the title sounding angsty. Go listen to the Elton John song that the title’s from, the vibes fit.
Word Count: 2,834
Category: Fluff, Humor
A/N: When I tell you this fic lived in my mind rent-free and refused to leave until I wrote it... dude, I literally couldn’t think of anything else until this was metaphorically on the page
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"C'mon, Phoenix! Payback? Fanboy? You can't leave me hanging, I need somebody to sing a duet with me."
"No way in hell Rooster. We're not going up there and making fools of ourselves."
I couldn't help tuning into the loud argument being had by the group behind me. I turned to find a tall, handsome man with a mustache standing and trying to persuade just one of his friends to go sing karaoke with him.
He wasn't having much luck.
"You know, if none of you go up there with me, I'll just have to go up there and do both parts myself."
"Great! Bob, get your phone out and record this, it's going to be gold-"
"Excuse me?" I said, standing and walking around the table where I'd been sitting to stand in front of the mustache man. My friends gave me incredulous looks, but I ignored them. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing. I've been trying to talk my friends into going up there and singing with me all night with no luck too, and so if you need a duet partner... I'd be happy to step in."
"Seriously?" he asked. I nodded.
"Seriously."
"Then let's go!"
He didn't even hesitate as he grabbed my hand and headed up to the front of the bar, and I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me. We got to the front, where people were taking signups, and he pulled me up with him before dropping my hand and draping his arm around my shoulders instead.
"Hey!" he said, yelling to be heard over the current singer and music. "We're- shit, I don't even know your name!"
He turned to me, dropping his arm from my shoulders with a wide-eyed look on his face, but I just laughed.
"It's Y/N!"
"Y/N, Rooster! It's nice to meet you!"
"Rooster?"
"I'm a fighter pilot, it's my callsign!"
"Oh! Well then, Rooster, it's nice to meet you too!"
He turned back to the karaoke people like there had never been an interruption, a massive smile on his face.
"We're Rooster and Y/N. Can we sign up for a duet?"
"Sure thing. What do you want to sing?"
He turned back to me and raised an eyebrow. I leaned in a little, so I wouldn't have to yell as loudly, and Rooster turned so my mouth was next to his ear.
"How about Don't Go Breaking My Heart?" I asked. Rooster whipped his head around to face me so quickly he almost accidentally kissed me on the mouth.
"That's perfect! I think I might love you for suggesting it."
I just laughed and leaned into him as he turned back to deliver our song decision. The karaoke people wrote it down, then gestured for us to wait until our names were called. We chatted by the bar for a few minutes, and then at last, we were up.
"Okay, so you're gonna be Kiki Dee, right?" I teased as we went up. Rooster shot me a grin as we took our mics.
"Honey, I'm pretty sure you're kidding, but you'd better be careful because I'll take you up on that in a heartbeat."
I laughed as the music started, sharing a brief smile with Rooster before we launched into our performance. Our friends were clearly laughing at us, but neither of us cared.
We were having the time of our lives.
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I fidgeted in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress and hair again. After a few seconds, I forced myself to turn away and head downstairs before I drove myself crazy. Rooster was picking me up in a few minutes for our first date, and I'd taken to messing with my outfit to try to keep my nerves down while I waited.
I wandered into the kitchen and pulled down a glass to get some water, but I almost dropped it when a knock came at the door. I set the glass down and smiled as I moved to the door, opening it to find Rooster on the other side, a massive grin on his face.
"Wow. You look gorgeous."
I felt my face heat up as I looked down bashfully.
"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself."
He shrugged. "I do my best. You ready?"
"Of course. Where are we going?" I asked as we headed for his waiting car.
"I thought we'd go to that nice restaurant down by the Hard Deck, then walk along the beach afterwards? Look at the stars, walk through the surf, all that good stuff?"
"That sounds perfect."
We shared a smile as Rooster opened the door of his car for me and I slipped inside. He walked around and started the engine, and to my delight, Don't Go Breaking My Heart came on the radio.
"Hey!" said Rooster, immediately reaching for the dial to turn it up. "It's our song!"
"First date and we've already got a song?" I teased. He grinned right back.
"Since we met through singing it, yeah, I think it already counts as our song."
"Fair enough."
Like we'd planned it, we started singing together with the windows down as we drove to the restaurant. A joyous feeling bubbled up in my chest, and I felt truly alive with the wind in my hair and the music at top-volume as we cruised to the restaurant together.
After our song ended, Rooster and I just kept singing. One great song after another, we belted our hearts and souls out the whole way there. We occasionally got strange stares from the people on the street and in the other cars around us, but neither of us cared at all.
We had a lovely dinner together, then wandered down to the beach. I immediately kicked off my shoes, opting to carry them and feel my feet in the sand, and Rooster quickly followed suit.
"Nothing like the ocean at night," I sighed, breathing in the cool night air as Rooster gently took my hand.
"All the stars overhead aren't doing anything to hurt the view either," he added.
"No kidding."
We walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence, eventually wandering closer to the edge of the surf. We dipped our feet in the water and moved on to talking about nothing, enjoying every minute of it all the same.
Eventually, it got late enough that we needed to head back. We were both tired enough that we didn't sing along to all the songs on the way back, but we still turned them up to full-volume to enjoy.
When we got back to my house, Rooster walked me to the doorstep. We paused just outside the front door, smiles on both of our faces.
"So... did I make the cut for a second date?" he asked.
"Hell yes you did. I had a really, really good time, Rooster."
"Me too. I'm bogged down at Top Gun for the rest of the week, but maybe after that we could do something?"
"You're on, Bradshaw." I turned away long enough to open my door, then turned back to look at Rooster again. He stared right back as I took a few steps to close the distance between us, his eyes never leaving my face. I leaned up to place a soft kiss on his cheek, and when I pulled away, Rooster watched every single move I made like a hawk.
"I'll see you next weekend."
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I fidgeted on the docks, watching the massive aircraft carrier in front of me go through the final steps in the docking process. Rooster and the rest of the Top Gun special detachment were finally getting home today, safe and sound by some miracle. We'd been dating for months now, but this had been the first time I'd watched him ship out somewhere.
It was terrifying. But he loved flying, so I got through it. And now, he was coming home.
Maverick was the first one down the ramp and on dry land, and then a moment later, Rooster appeared behind him. A massive smile broke out on my face, and I didn't waste a second before sprinting across the dock.
Maverick grinned as soon as he caught sight of me, and then made a big show of clearly stepping out of my way. Rooster beamed as he opened his arms wide, catching me and managing to keep us from eating shit as I ran into him at full speed.
"Hey, baby," he muttered into my hair. He wrapped both arms around my waist and held me tight, spinning me around a few times before letting my feet rest firmly on the ground again. A few of his fellow pilots cheered and clapped him on the shoulder as they went past, but I ignored them all.
"I missed you," I said, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. "And I'm so glad you're home."
"I'm glad I'm home too, sweetheart."
He smiled, and I didn't waste another second before kissing him, hard. I heard Maverick clear his throat, but I ignored him. Rooster hadn't even been gone that long, but I'd missed him all the same. I didn't give a rat's ass who was watching; I was going to kiss my boyfriend as long as I damn well wanted.
When we finally broke apart, Rooster was staring at me with all the love in the world on his face. I couldn't stop myself from leaning up to give him one last quick peck, then we turned to head the rest of the way to shore. Rooster wrapped one arm tightly around my shoulders, and I started to walk, but I stopped short at the look Maverick was giving us.
He stared at us like we were ghosts, a slight sheen of tears in his eyes.
"Uh... are you okay?" I asked. Rooster's arm tightened around my shoulders as Maverick gave us a small smile.
"Yeah. Fine. You two just... you look a lot like another couple I knew."
I tried to figure out what the hell he was talking about, since the last time I'd talked to my boyfriend, Maverick had been enemy #1.
To my surprise, Rooster dropped his arm from my shoulders and took my hand instead, pulling me with him into a group hug with Maverick. They shared a smile and a laugh as we all embraced, and it seemed like a nice moment, but I couldn't help being a little confused.
After a few beats, we all broke apart, Maverick and Rooster still sharing happy smiles. When neither of them jumped in to explain, I took matters into my own hands.
"So... I take it you and Maverick worked some things out on this mission?"
Both men turned to me, giving me eerily similar smiles.
"Yeah, we worked a few things out," said Rooster. "I'll catch you up on it, but... we're cool with him now."
I shrugged. "Sounds good."
Maverick looked between Rooster and I with a raised eyebrow.
"Is that why you seemed mad at me every time I saw you?" he asked me. "Even before I knew who you were?"
"Yeah. My boyfriend had beef with you, so I had beef with you. But now, apparently, you're in the clear! So, I guess... looking forward to getting to know you."
Maverick stared at us for another few seconds, then broke out laughing. He sighed and looped one arm around Rooster's shoulders and the other around mine.
"Let's get out of here and go get a drink, then. I want nothing more than to get to know the woman who's been making Rooster so happy."
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"Amelia! Come back here! What the hell are you even doing?"
I shouted down the beach at Rooster and I's honorary little sister as she booked it down the beach. I was supposed to be driving her to a tutoring session, but when I'd swung by the Hard Deck to pick her up, she'd sprinted out to the beach without a word to me.
I saw her disappear around a rock outcropping a little further ahead, and I hustled after her. I had no idea what had made her run out of the bar like her hair was on fire, but I seriously needed to find out.
I rounded the rock, having to get my feet a little wet in the process, but came to a dead stop when I saw what was waiting on the other side. Amelia stood between her parents, Penny and Maverick, all three of them with massive grins on their faces as they stared at me. Between me and them stood none other than Bradly Rooster Bradshaw, my best friend and boyfriend, radiating happiness like the sun.
"Babe... what's going on?" I asked, taking a few steps closer to Rooster. He didn't answer, instead waiting until I got almost all the way to him. Then, just as I was about to start demanding some answers, he dropped to one knee before me in the sand.
"Y/N..."
"Oh my God, Bradley..."
"You make me the happiest I've been in a long, long time. You're my best friend, dream karaoke buddy, partner in crime, and the absolute love of my life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"Baby... of course I will."
I couldn't help the tears that started to fall as Rooster stood, catching me as I fell into his arms. I held him tight and kissed him hard, and we lost ourselves in each other for a few moments before the happy congratulations of our family brought us back to reality.
"So, do I get to be in the wedding?" asked Amelia with a grin as Rooster carefully slipped the ring on my finger. I leaned into him as I smiled back at Amelia.
"Absolutely you do. Despite the fact that you made me run frantically across the beach in a near-panic right before my proposal, I'd be honored to have you as one of my bridesmaids."
She absolutely beamed back at me, a very similar expression on Penny's face behind her. Rooster tugged me in tight to him as Maverick clapped him on the back on the other side, and I felt an absolutely beautiful sense of peace looking around at the people I loved so much.
I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life just like this.
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"...and do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Bradley Bradshaw to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Absolutely I do."
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now ki-"
Rooster was way ahead. He swept me into a dip and kissed me, both of us smiling into it. Our friends and family cheered, and we stayed like that for a minute before finally straightening up.
Rooster and I held our joined hands up in the air in victory, and I laughed happily as I leaned into him. We'd both been smiling non-stop since this morning, and neither of us showed any signs of stopping soon. We strutted out of the church together to the applause of all our guests, then climbed into the car waiting to take us to our reception.
When we got into the back and the door closed behind us, I couldn't help letting out a little sigh at the temporary peace and quiet it gave us.
"I love you so much, Bradley," I said, leaning my head on his chest and resting a hand on his thigh. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and held me close, placing a soft kiss to my forehead.
"And I love you so, so much Mrs. Bradshaw."
I hummed. "I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of hearing that."
"I sure hope not."
I chuckled, half-heartedly hitting Bradley in the chest. We spent the rest of the ride recharging together, and basking in the glow of being newly, officially married.
Married.
By the time the car got to the reception venue and the wedding party got done taking photos, the festivities were already in full swing. Rooster and I strutted in when the time came for our big entrance, then took the floor for our first dance to none other than Great Balls of Fire. We hadn't choreographed it, and we were laughing so hard that half the dance was us leaning on each other just trying to stay standing, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
After the traditional first dance, it was time for our new tradition. Our first karaoke as a married couple.
"You wanna be Kiki Dee or Elton John?" I asked as we took the stage and grabbed the two waiting microphones. We'd sung this song at karaoke plenty of times since the first one when we'd met, but it never failed to make my heart beat faster and put a smile on my face.
"Dealer's choice, sweetheart. Although I think we figured out pretty early that my voice is a little better suited to Elton's voice."
"Yeah, good point. You need to be way more drunk to make Kiki Dee's part sound good."
"Maybe a little later in the evening, then."
We shared a smile, then the music started and we faced our waiting friends and family. The past few years with Rooster had been the absolute best of my life, and I couldn't wait to spend every other moment with him, just like this.
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I really want to be more active with people on here and posting so if anyone has any good fic recommendations, other blog recs, or just wants a chat hit me up!
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finished chapter 1 of my rooster fic 👀👀
now just to edit it, and probs start on chapter 2 before i post it so it's not like my other multi-chapter that gets updated like every couple moths 🥴
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would you perhaps be able to do “please talk to me” from the angst list with bradley?🥺👉🏻👈🏻
when Rooster wakes up, he doesn't get even one moment of normalcy. usually when he wakes up beside your sprawled figure, he peppers your shoulders with lazy kisses. then slink out of bed, brushes his teeth, slips into his tennis shoes, and goes for a run down the shoreline. sometimes he even watches the sunrise there, panting, taking an earbud out to hear the gulls caw. sometimes he'll even grab smoothies for the both of you on his way home, and hop in the shower as you finally woke up, lips wrapped half-heartedly around a neon straw.
but you're not in bed when his eyes flicker open for the first time today. your side of the bed is crumpled, cold. you've been out of bed for a while.
the morning light is gray--not an early morning gray, but an endless slate. one that means rain, probably.
he glances at the clock, head muddled from his deep sleep, and sees that it's almost 11am. he sits up, brows furrowed, and feels that hollowness grow inside of him immediately. it's like a jolt--something that infects wholly and completely immediately.
oh. his body is reminding him.
today is November 7th.
how could he forget?
instead of jumping out of bed like he usually does, which is a habit he vaguely remembers his father having, he allows his shoulders to slump and his chest deflate. he sinks back into the covers, feels his eyes grow heavy, and pulls the blankets up beneath his chin.
there are two days of the year that Bradley lets himself stay in bed all day: July 29th and today. the anniversary of both of his parents deaths.
you're trying to balance this goddamn tray of food as you walk up the stairs in your monkey slippers, cursing yourself for settling so many beverages on here. does Bradley really need three choices?
whatever, you think. he'll have his pick of the litter at least.
the bedroom door is cracked just enough for you to carefully back your elbow into--just enough for you to step into the room in near-silence except for the shivering glass on the metal tray in your hands.
honestly, you're expecting Bradley to be asleep still. he slept in on that hot day in July, didn't say much at all, just pressed his face against your belly and let M*A*S*H reruns play all day. after, you'd felt guilty; you hadn't done much to make him feel better, stupefied from being this close to such palpable grief. your only prerogative was being there for him, which is how you ended up staying beneath the sheets despite the heat.
but you find Rooster's knit brows and glossy eyes immediately. in your spot in the doorway, you freeze, then grin.
"well, good morning, merry sunshine!" you say softly. "how'd you sleep?"
Bradley's just staring at you, eyes moving from the tray and back up to your wanton gaze as he slowly begins to sit up against the headboard.
"fine," he tells you.
"thought you'd still be asleep," you tell him, shuffling to the bedside carefully. "hope I didn't leave you waiting too long! and I hope you're hungry, 'cause I made a little bit of everything."
Rooster, stunned, just watches you with his hands in his lap. you're wearing his class t-shirt from high school and an old pair of cotton underwear, your eyes bleary and your hair untouched. but all the same, you're grinning at him, nodding for him to move his hands from his lap.
"for your drink selection, we've got coffee, orange juice, and a strawnana smoothie--if you're feeling frisky. for our meats we've got turkey bacon, Impossible Sausage, regular bacon, and--well, are eggs meat? no, right? okay, moving on," you say, shrugging as you point to all the foods as you list. "then we've got scrambled eggs--lots of cheddar cheese and no sage this time, okay? I won't do that ever again, baby, I promise!" you press a lewd and sweet kiss to his forehead before continuing. "and then we've got two pieces of French toast with maple syrup--like that healthy kind you like, the one that gets, like, milked from the trees or whatever. we've also got a short stack of buttermilk pancakes with the sprinkles I know you like but you won't admit it, so we'll say that I like sprinkles in my pancakes! and then the usual suspects--grapefruit, cinnamon oatmeal, sliced apples, grits. pick your poison!"
and that is when Bradley suddenly lets his head tip forward, tears spurring from his eyes suddenly as if a spice had been broken.
oh fuck. this isn't what you meant to happen.
"baby?" you ask tentatively, holding the back of his head with a frown planted on your lips. "I was just kidding about the sprinkles."
with his face angled down, he can see those stupid monkey slippers on your feet. he can see the eggs you made just right, leaving out the sage you sometimes like to sneak in. he can see the different beverages and the rainbow sprinkles. he can even see the sly nibble you took out of his French toast.
he is totally and completely overwhelmed--but it isn't by grief right now. it's love. love and affection and honey and everything else in the world that is sweet and perfect.
"talk to me, baby," you whisper, shuffling to move the tray from his lap and sitting on the bed. he immediately lets his face fall on your shoulder, choking on his sobs. "please."
November 7th was the worst day of his life--one of them, at least. it was when his mother let go, moved on, left him behind. he remembers how peaceful it was when she was gone: all the monitors turned off, the IV drips empty, her face slacked and serene. and he remembers being so angry about it all--why did she have to go to be okay again?
but now it's November 7th and he's eating breakfast in bed and you're in your monkey slippers and those old panties and stroking his hair. he feels entirely swollen with it--love.
"I love you so much," he tells you, unable to put it any differently. "and I really do like sprinkles in my pancakes."
the knot in your throat dissipates at his words. you never push him to talk about his grief--only nurture it when he trusts you enough to speak on it.
so, you kiss his head a few times, hold him against you.
"that was really brave of you to admit," you tell him, a smile tugging at your lips.
he laughs through his tears, sniffling, tracing your spine with his fingers delicately.
"I know," he sniffles. not so subtly, he wipes his nose on your tee. you don't mind it one bit. "you're my best friend."
"me?" you whisper, voice thin with emotion. but you know that you can't start crying, too. so, you clear your throat. "you must be a real loser then."
he laughs weakly, inhaling all that sleep on your skin.
"yeah," he agrees. "I must."
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