#bradly bradshaw x you

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Personal Space (two Bradshaws like it now)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: A sequel in which you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space. Even more so now you’ve had a baby, apparently.

Can be read as a part 2, but doesn’t have to be. Read Personal Space here

You really didn’t know when it all happened, when you and Bradley became a thing. At first he was just an annoying crew member you couldn’t shake off your tail. Then he was your wingman. Then you got accidentally placed into marriage accommodation and the two of you played it off so you could get better housing. Then you actually bought a house. And then somewhere along the way you got married.

“Where shall we have the wedding?” Bradley asked and you raised a brow “register office” you shrug “what you don’t want a wedding?” He asks, hand on his chest as he feigns offence. “You do?” You ask and he nods vigorously. You huff. “Fine” “so shall we do it on the beach?” He asks “okay” you just go along with it, hardly even entertaining the idea at all.

“So? What do you think?” Nat asks as she makes you pivot in a white gown “I think I look like a roll of toilet paper” you said, crossing your arms “maybe it’s just not the dress for you?” She reasons and you shake your head “just not really into the whole idea of this wedding. I kinda thought we’d just sign papers and get on with it” you said “well you picked Bradshaw, he’s a drama queen at the best of times” she says and you him in agreement; your consultant leading you back to the fitting rooms “let’s try another”.

You’d left with a sleeved dress; hating the idea of having a low cut dress, and begging Nat to just let you leave. Sure, you loved the dress - but you loved the idea of getting out of that suffocating shop more.

“Hey honey” Bradley had said, hearing you walk into the house and set your keys on the kitchen counter. “Hi” you reply shortly, moving to fill your cup with water from the sink. “How was your day?” He asked, moving to rest his head on your shoulder and holding you from behind. “Good. Bought a wedding dress” you say simply “you did what?!”

Then on your wedding day, you’d stared at yourself in the mirror far too long. “You look gorgeous” Penny whispers, squeezing your shoulders comfortingly “I look like a fucking pin up doll” you huff, not necessarily believing yourself - just not used to being such a central perspective of attention. “Wow” your dad says, walking into the room “you look gorgeous” he whispers “is there an echo in here?” You mumble, but smile at him “thank you” you say, wiping the tears from under his eyes. “C’mon, Bradley’s nearly about to come get you himself”

You showed up to the beach-front wedding right on time, completely dead against the idea of being in any way, shape, or form late. Your father gave you away, Bradley in floods of tears at the end of the isle by the time you’d gotten there. “You look incredible” he whispers, lips quivering as he stares at you “shut up you’re going to make me cry.” You grumble, but smile. “It’s okay to cry.” He says, as the ceremony begins. “You may now kiss your bride” and Bradley dipped you and kissed you sweetly, drowning out the cheers of those around you. “I love you, Bradshaw.” You say, smally, “I love you more, sweetheart” he says and kisses your forehead “you’re crying” he points out “shut up”

And then you looked at the two lines on the pregnancy test two years later. You hummed “okay” and looked at yourself in the mirror, knowing nothing else other than the fact that you had to tell Bradley right that second. You marched downstairs, where he was sat playing with some keys on the piano you’d bought him last Christmas, stopping next to him. “Hey baby, y’alright?” He asked, and you just held out the stick to him. “What’s this?” He asks, taking it from you and looking over it once. “You serious?” He asked, looking at you; smile growing from ear to ear “you’re pregnant?” He almost whispers “unless the other four lied.” you say and he jumps up and pulls you into his arms, kissing all over your face until you shouted at him to stop.

He knelt down and looked at your stomach, kissing it gently then moving to put his ear against it “uh huh” he hummed “Bradley what are you-” “shush I’m talking to em” he says and you stand, unimpressed, but let him nonetheless. “Oh yeah baby, I’m excited to meet you too” he coos “yeah, yeah, I’m your dad” and you audibly giggle. He looks up at you, eyes wide “you done?” You ask and he nods “yeah little one was done talking” he smiles, and hugs you close again. “I need to get the baby clothes out of the attic” he mumbles, kissing your temple “the what?” You ask “I bought them when we started renting the house!” He says, dragging you excitedly up the stairs “but we own the house, Brad” you him “no, no, the one we had during the mission!” He says and you gasp internally, realising how long the two of you had been together without even noticing it.

“Hey dad” you say, as you and Bradley head into the hangar he and you owned “hey honey, hey Brad” your dad greets, wiping the oil from his hands to come over and talk to the two of you. He kissed your forehead and hugged you, then your husband before walking back over to the aircraft he was working on. “Thought you needed a new picture for your pinboard” you hum “oh? I just added the wedding photo!” He says, excitedly, showing you the filled gap. “Okay, guess you don’t want the sonogram of your grandchild.” You say, turning to head out before Bradley hurriedly grabbed you and turned you back into the situation, pulling the strip of photos from his breast pocket. Your dad stood with his jaw wide open “you’re-” he breathes “you’re really pregnant?” He asks as his eyes well with tears “well I wouldn’t lie-” you say but he just pulls you into a big bear hug, pinning Baby Bradshaw’s picture onto his board.

You head to go look at the part of the engine your dad couldn’t quite fix while Bradley held back with Maverick. He turns to him and shakes his hand “your dad would’ve been so proud.” He says, smiling at Bradley “I know you are.” Rooster smiles, wordlessly being pulled into a hug with his father-in-law.

Then one evening you were sat up in bed, Bradley sound asleep beside you as you look down at the barely visible bump. Bradley had sort of a sixth sense, somehow knowing you weren’t asleep beside him. “Hey, baby what’s up?” He croaks, immediately moving to sit up with you when he sees his senses were correct. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Bradley.” You say, staring ahead at the wall “what do you mean?” He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I mean I’m a fighter pilot, I was raised by a single father, I never had that maternal instinct, what am I doing?” You whisper, and when Bradley managed to finally pull your face towards him you were crying “oh sweetheart” he hums, pulling you into him gently “you’re gonna be the best momma ever, and the fact that you worry proves that. I love you, okay?” He comforts “I know. I love you too.”

You were stubborn the whole pregnancy. You thought it was ridiculous that people just stopped when they were pregnant, and Bradley was trailing you trying anything to get you to just relax. “Hen, please!” He begs as you head out for your morning run “I’m three months pregnant, Bradley. I’m not incompetent.” You snap, as he begrudgingly pulls on his running shoes and follows you out the door. He pulled you back anytime you went quicker than a 10 minute mile “Bradley, if you slow me down one more time I’m going to pull your arm out of your socket” you snap and he holds his hands up “message received.”

Then one day, at around the sixth month mark you walked into the house and slammed the door so hard it rattled. “What’s up?” Bradley asked, as you practically threw your stuff on the floor. “They’re putting me on the desk.” You grumble, anger evident in your eyes while his soften “oh baby we knew that was gonna happen” he soothes, rubbing your arm reassuringly “no! No we didn’t! I was perfectly fine hiding the bump, but no!” You huff “I’m Bradley Bradshaw and all of California has to know my wife’s pregnant!” You imitate him but he just smirks “oh I’m so sorry that everyone needs to know you’re taken and carrying my baby” he says, smugly. “Don’t you smile at me Bradley-” you wag an accusatory finger at him, but he heaves you over his shoulder, and towards the stairs “c’mon, let’s help you blow off some steam” he reasons “y’know it’s possible to get pregnant while pregnant, right?” You ask and he cheers “woohoo! Two for one deal, sounds great!” He says and you can’t help but smile.

Then came your maternity leave, Bradley picked you up in his bronco. You were quick to head outside, and he kinda hated how well you hid the bump. “I’m done.” You huff, settling into the seat beside him “if that bitch from accounting asks me one more time if I want her herbal teas I’m going to knock her teeth out” you complain and Bradley chuckles “well, just me, you and Baby Bradshaw now” he says and you hum in agreement.

But when you approached your street, you rolled straight past your house and straight to the Hard Deck ‘congratulations on your baby’ banners plastered all over “welcome to our baby shower!” Bradley grins as you pull up “is this really necessary? They aren’t even here yet.” You tell him and he shrugs “thought it might take your mind off maternity leave” you smile at him “thanks, Brad”

And at one point in the evening, you sat Natasha and Bob down separately. “Hey Phoenix, can we borrow you?” Brad asked, pulling her away from her conversation “yeah of course guys!” You took a seat at a table and Bradley forced you to elevate your feet against your will. “What’s up?” She asks “how’d you like to be godmother to little Bradshaw?” Her eyes lit up when Bradley asked and she leant over the table to hug the two of you “oh I’d love too!” She announces, excitedly.

Then you head over to Bob, but Phoenix holds Rooster back “they have a special connection, let her do this”. You sit on the stool next to Bob and he offers you some peanuts which you refuse, and you stay sat in silence for a minute. “Bob can I ask you something?” You ask, as he pulls your calves up to rest in his lap “of course, hen” he says, brushing some crumbs off his top “what’s up?” “Well, the job we’re in isn’t an old job” you say and he laughs and agrees “it’s also dangerous” you say, and again - he nods. “So if anything happens to me and Brad, can you be there for little Bradshaw?” His eyes widen and start to swell with tears “will you be our godfather?” You ask and he nods, moving to miss your cheek “of course I will, hen. I’d be honoured.”

Bradley and you had started putting together your hospital bag at the 8 month mark. You were both premature so had a bit of superstition, especially with only being a few weeks off of the 40 mark. You’d placed the bag by the front door, along with a baby carrier in the middle seat of his Bronco.

It was week 38 when you were both putting together the crib beside your bed, two spare bedrooms and still you only wanted your baby beside you. “Okay all done, baby” your husband said “okay. My water broke three minutes ago” you say as calmly as he had, he nods, then whips his head back round “your water broke?” He asks and looks down, and indeed, your water had broken “oh my god your water broke?!” He announced, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out to the bronco, picking the hospital bag up on the way. “Ready to have a baby?” He asks, giddily. “Am I supposed to be?” You ask and he shakes his head with a smile “no”

You were dead silent during birth and it scared the shit out of Bradley. “Do you want an epidural, honey? They’ve offered-” “no.” “Can I get you more ice?” “No.” And he tried everything, even when it was time to push. You held his hand and your mouth was zipped shut. “Is she supposed to be this quiet?” He asked the doctor who just looked at him nonchalantly “it’s normal, all mothers react differently to birth” he said. “I’m a fighter pilot Bradley. I’ve had worse.” You grit. “Breathe baby” he tells you “I think you need to.” You say “stop being dramatic” you say as you push again “honey-” “either shut up or get out.” You tell him and he glues his mouth shut, at least until the baby comes.

Bradley cuts the chord and they hand you your baby, and your eyes widen as you stare at the baby on your chest “welcome to the world Nick Bradshaw” you coo at the baby and Bradley raised his brows “Nick?” He asks, voice cracking “what? Got a problem with that? You and your stupid dick” you grumble and Bradley laughs and shakes his head, kissing your forehead.

“Hey mom, shall we take baby so you can get some rest?” The nurse asked, leaning to take Nick from your arms “excuse me?” You asked, pulling your baby closer. “So you can sleep?” She suggests “I’ve carried him for nine months and now he’s here you’re taking him away?” You ask “well, some mothers like to sleep” “I can sleep when I’m dead.” You deadpan, and she realised that Nick wouldn’t have been pried from your hands even if you were dead, so she left you all alone.

“Taking you away from mommy? Who does she think she is?” You whisper to baby Nick. “Welcome back to the world, Bradshaw.” You say and Bradley can only smile and hold the two of you close.

You’re going to be just fine in this mommy role.

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Part 2-ish? I know it was really well liked and I enjoyed writing it so hope you enjoy this one too!

-> @rosiahills22 here’s another one!

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Crossing that Line

➪the one where you and bradley drive each other crazy in more ways than one, but would do anything for each other, and all it takes is one confession to solidify your places in each others lives.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff, hint of angst, pining to the max, a whole lot of smut tbh

Word Count: 6.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | Happy Birthday, Rooster !

The relationship you had with Bradley was…a weird one, to put it simply.

He pisses you off more than anyone you’ve ever met, and you drive him up the wall nearly every day, but you also couldn’t stand to be away from one another. He was your person, and you were his best friend; you would do anything for each other without an ounce of hesitation. 

It was stupid, how hard you found yourself falling for him. The guy who had more confidence than he should, the guy who’s saved your ass more times than you can count, and the guy who’s taken hits for you during training, just so you wouldn’t have to hear about it later from the other guys. 

The only thing is; you had no idea how he felt about you. He was cocky, confident and hid his feelings annoyingly well, you had no clue if the shared stares meant the same thing to him that they did to you, or if you were mistaking his comments for shameless flirting. 

You couldn’t lose him, so you kept it bottled up for the last two years, and it’s been complete and utter hell. But you’d keep doing it. Because there was no telling what he was thinking sometimes, and if he was thinking about you. 

The day was slowly coming to an end, and nearly everyone was heading to the barracks, but not you. Instead of going to your room, you made your way to the hangar, knowing who you would find in there. You turn the corner and lean against the wall, crossing your arms as you watch Bradley mess around with his  F/A-18. 

You tried not to focus on the way the muscles in his neck flexed with every move of his arm, the small amount of oil littering his skin making him shine a bit as the sun set behind you. “Hey, Bradshaw,” you greet before he could turn and catch you staring at him. “Nice flying today.”

You could see the way his body shifted in recognition of your voice, and when he turned to glance over at you, he was smirking. “Hey there, Y/n/n,” he said, wiping his hands on his flight suit. “Nice to see you haven’t crashed and burned yet.”

Shaking your head, you ignore the fact that it was just you and him left in the hangar now. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

Bradley shrugged, grabbing a cloth from off a table and wiping his hands. “Could be kinda entertaining,”

You gasp, placing your hand over your heart. “Wow, ouch,” you mumble. “And here I am thinking I’d probably be heartbroken if the same thing were to happen to you.”

He laughed, turning to face you. “Please, we both know you’d be the first one to poke fun at me for crashing,”

You press your lips together and shrug. “Yeah, probably, but I’d also be the first one to make it over to you,”

Really, you’d probably die of a broken heart if something were to happen to him, but he didn’t need to know that right now. Or ever. 

Bradley’s smirk softened and he looked down at his boots. “I know you would,”

And now you were picturing what it would be like to live without him, and you could feel yourself beginning to panic a bit. 

Smiling, you shake your head again before giving him a conflicted look, wanting nothing more than to walk over to him and press the neediest kiss to his lips and tell him you were so fucking in love with him. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley,” you say quietly, watching as his brows furrow.

“Wait,” he said, making you hold off on leaving just yet. “Something on your mind?”

“No,” you say too quickly for it to sound true. “Nope. I’m fine, Rooster. I’ll leave you alone now.”

His eyes narrow and he throws the cloth somewhere behind him as he steps towards you. “Why are you lying to me?”

You let out a surprised laugh, pushing yourself off the wall. “I’m not,”

“Uh huh,” he hummed, moving so he’s standing right in front of you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Your face heats up and you quickly look away, squinting as your gaze meets the bright sunset. “Okay,” you trail off, glancing at him one last time before stepping away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, maybe continue to call you out on your awful attempt at lying to his face, but his shoulders dropped slightly as he nodded casually. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, moving away from you and back towards his jet. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Oh, how you loved and fucking hated when he called you that. It made you crave him even more than you usually do, and it also made you want to punch him square in the face for having such a strong effect on you. 

“Don’t overthink too much,” he added, glancing back at you with a teasing smirk. 

“I’ll try,” you whisper, and no more words are shared as you leave the hangar and quickly walk across base and towards the barracks. 

-

Bradley knew you weren’t telling him something the second he saw your conflicted look before you tried playing it off right after. He wanted to push you on it more, but wasn’t sure if he even had the right to since it was pretty rare for things to become serious like that between the two of you. 

He was still in the hangar, the arms of his flight suit now tied around his waist as he finally decided to stop touching his jet and leave it alone for the rest of the night. Like usual, his thoughts were taken over by you, and he wondered what would’ve happened if he didn’t let you leave so easily earlier. What could he have gotten you to say? Why did you suddenly become so closed off and serious in the middle of your usually playful banter? 

He almost didn’t want to know, but he also kinda wanted to know. 

It was late, but not too late for it to be deemed unacceptable for him to stop by your room before retiring to his for the night. So instead of taking the first hallway in the barracks corridor, he went past it and turned left a few feet down the hall, instantly recognizing your room without him even meaning to. 

Bradley debated on whether or not he wanted to intrude on your night or save it for tomorrow, but with you he often found himself saying fuck it and hoping for the best. So he knocked.

After waiting for only a few seconds, the door opened and you poke your head out with guarded eyes, your gaze softened once you saw that it was him. “Bradley?” 

He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame, mirroring your stance back in the hangar. “Hey,” he greeted. “Hope I’m not bothering you too late.” 

You shake your head and smooth out your messy hair, and he knew you were probably in bed, trying to sleep but failing miserably to do so. During one of your thousand talk sessions, you mentioned how much you hated sleeping in the small, single beds here and couldn’t wait to start looking for apartments in the area. Bradley hated them, too, not because he couldn’t fit properly in them, but because whenever he laid down for the night, he was reminded of just how fucking lonely he really is. “No, you’re fine,” you give him a tight smile, one he knew was played up. Still, it was a pretty one nonetheless. “What’s up?”

Bradley’s gaze raked down your body, subtly checking out your attire of a loose, long sleeve button up and leggings. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You seemed off the last time we talked,”

“What, a few hours ago after a day of being in the air?” You laugh, running your hands down your face as you avoid eye contact with him. Now he knew you were hiding something for sure. “Yeah, I’m good. Great, even. I’m great.” 

Bradley raises his brows, a huff escaping his lips after. “You are such a terrible liar,” he grunted, watching as you immediately looked down to the floor. “See, you can’t hide anything from me, sweetheart. Just tell me what’s up.”

You looked up at him with an expression he’s never really seen on you before, and it had him straightening up a bit. “You’re really not going to drop this, are you?”

“No,”

You glance down at the floor, pulling at the sleeves of your shirt. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier,” you confessed quietly. 

Bradley’s gaze softened and he tried to get you to look at him, but you weren’t letting up. “What part?”

You shrugged, keeping your head down. “About how I would laugh if you crashed and burned,” you whispered. “I wouldn’t laugh.”

Bradley tenses up a bit at the sudden change in tone and atmosphere, looking around your small and neat room. “I know you wouldn’t, I was just messing with you,” like we usually do.

“No, Bradley,” you mumbled, still not looking at him. “I mean it. I’d be devastated if that were to happen to you.”

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching over to gently grip your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I know…I know. I was just messing around…I didn’t expect…” He trailed off, suddenly aware of how close he had gotten to you. He had never touched you like this before, only ever going as far as a quick hug after a risky mission or a dangerous stunt in the air. 

You furrowed your brows as you met his gaze with guarded eyes. “Didn’t expect what?” 

Bradley inches even closer. “I didn’t expect that you’d care this much,”

Your eyes widen a bit as you look up at him. “Of course I care,” you gasped in disbelief, laughing after and breaking eye contact again. “Maybe too much.”

But he didn’t let your eyes wander far as he still had a hold on your chin, and he guided your face back to his. “What do you mean by that? ‘Too much’?” He asked, his eyes wide, any traces of his earlier teasing gone. 

You give him a pleading look. “You know what I mean,” 

Bradley held your gaze, noting your frustrated expression. “Maybe I do,” he murmured, caressing your jaw with his thumb. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head and he could see the way you played with your fingers out of the corner of his eye.

“Why not?” He pressed, invading your space with another step. “What are you so afraid to tell me?”

You give him another pleading look, but he doesn’t step away. “I’m afraid of putting something out there that I can’t take back,” 

When you moved to step away, Bradley’s hands reached for your hips, anchoring you in place. He had never been this close to you before, never touched you like this before, and it was driving him insane. “Tell me,”

“Bradley,” 

His gaze intensifies, his head dipping down closer to yours. “Say it, sweetheart,”

Your eyes were wide with anxiety as you parted your lips to speak. “I…I’m in love with…you,”

Though he had a small feeling that he knew - or maybe hoped -  you were going to say that, his breath still got caught in his throat. His heart was beating loudly in his ears, and his skin was on fire. No one had ever made him feel this way with a single sentence, and he wasn’t all that surprised that it was you. “You’re in love with me?” He asked, needing to hear it for confirmation. 

A blush takes over your face as you shake your head and step away. “I-I didn’t…fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t-” you stuttered and he could see the tears gathered along your eyes. “I just messed everything up. I knew I would.”

Bradley’s eyes widen at the sudden loss of contact, and he shakes his head, too. “No, no, wait. Don’t…don’t apologize,” he rasped, running his hands through his hair. “Don’t be sorry. It’s…it’s okay.”

You stare at the floor and nod. “Okay,”

Your heart was on your sleeve now, and he knew he had to be careful. “Sweetheart…look at me,” he softly demands, stepping towards you and closing the distance you created. 

“Can’t…I can’t,” you quickly shook your head but he lifted your chin with his fingers. 

“Please,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

Slowly, your teary eyes met his and you looked like you were already building walls up to protect yourself from him, and that was the last thing he wanted. Seeing your eyes glazed over like this was damn near enough to break his heart, and Bradley took a step closer to you. 

“There you are,” he whispered, gently stroking your chin with his thumb. He held your gaze, a mixture of embarrassment, vulnerability and uncertainty. “You have no idea.”

You furrowed your brows, trying to blink away the tears as you trembled in front of him. “No idea about what?” You asked, your voice barely above a murmur. 

Bradley kept his eyes locked on yours, ensuring you knew just how serious his next words are. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited and wanted…hoped to hear you say that to me,” he confessed, watching as your eyes widened. “I never thought you felt the same way, so I never let myself think about it too much.”

Your breath audibly caught in your throat as you stuttered, “W-what?”

He smiled, his usual cocky and confident facade fading as the seconds went on. “You’re the one person, the only person I could never figure out fully. I could never tell if you wanted me as badly as I wanted you, or if you just saw me as the guy you bickered with all the time,” he continued. “You’re the one person who doesn’t care about how full of myself I am sometimes, you called me out on it. And ever since then, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Bradley,” you gasped quietly, and he could see your walls starting to come down again, so he pushed further, 

“And hearing you say that…that you’re in love with me…” he trailed off, moving his fingers from your chin and tracing them along your jaw. “It felt like I could finally have the one thing I thought I never could.” 

You swallow hard, your eyes wide and vulnerable as he closes the distance further, leaving a few inches between the two of you. His fingers curled around your jaw and his thumb tugged at your bottom lip, his gaze flickering down for a few seconds. 

“God, baby,” he whispered in disbelief. “Hearing you say that…it’s all I ever wanted. You get under my skin like no one else, and you make me want to pull my hair out, but I can’t fight the way I feel about you anymore. Not after this.”

“Bradley,” you say again, at a loss for words as you reach up and grip his wrist, leaning into his touch. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Will you say it again? Please?”

He couldn’t believe he was begging to hear your words again, but the way your expression softened had him not giving a single fuck. “Bradley, I’m in love with you,” 

His skin heated up as you repeated your words, and his control finally snapped. “Fuck…fuck,” he muttered, not wasting another second as he leaned in and kissed you. He poured all the nights he lost sleep thinking about you into the kiss, all the times he held back his own confession after your usual playful banter turned serious, all the times he thought about doing just this with you. 

You kissed him back desperately, a soft moan escaping your throat as you gripped his wrists tightly. Bradley wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body right up against his as he deepened the kiss. He walks you backwards until your back hits the wall opposite from the door, pinning you to it as his hands roam all over your body. 

He couldn’t believe, after all the nights he spent fantasizing about this, that he was finally touching you like this. Your quiet gasps against his lips had his touch growing more possessive as he felt your hands slide up to grip his shoulders. His palms were flat against your body, feeling the heat of your skin through your clothes. “God, baby, you taste so good. You feel so good,” he murmurs once he breaks the kiss and begins trailing his lips along your jaw, his body pressing yours closer to the wall. 

“Oh, my God,” you moaned, your breath coming out heavy and uneven. “Bradley.”

He always knew his name would sound beautiful coming from your mouth like this, but actually hearing it was something else entirely. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled softly against your collar bone, his fingers lifting your shirt up so he could feel the smooth skin of your hips. “I’ve thought about this…about you for so long.” 

Your fingers moved up to his hair, where you pulled gently. “You’ve thought about me?”

“Yes,” he answered, burying his face against your neck as his hands inched further up your body under your shirt. “I think about you all the time. I tried not to, but I was fucked from the second I saw you.”

The surprised laugh you let out had his touch growing more urgent, the only thing on his mind being more ways he could get you to make those pretty sounds again. “Why didn’t you do anything about it?” 

Bradley lets out his own laugh, lifting his head from your neck as he raises a brow at you. “I could ask you the same question,” came his teasing reply as his hands slid up your back. “But really…you terrified me. I didn’t want to ruin things and mess up our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“So,” you trailed off, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. “What does this mean for our friendship? For us?”

He lifts a hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bone as he answered, “It means that I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. That I don’t need you, sweetheart,” he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. “It means we’re not just friends anymore.”

The smile you gave him had goosebumps forming on his skin and a wave of relief washing over him. “We’re not?”

Bradley shook his head. “No, baby, we’re not,” he confirmed, pressing his hips against yours as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go.”

Your smile grows as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Bradley…I love you,”

He wraps his arms around your waist again as a warmth spreads all throughout his body. “I love you, too. So fucking much,” he mumbles before capturing your lips in another desperate, needy kiss. His tongue pokes out and nudges your lips apart, a deep groan leaving his throat as you pull at his hair. “Fuck, baby…been dying to taste you like this.” He breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips before going back in, his fingers moving to the buttons on your shirt. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you say against his lips. “This is happening, right? This is real?”

Bradley pulls away to be able to look you in the eyes. “It’s real, sweetheart,” he said softly before beginning to unbutton your shirt. “I can’t believe you feel the same way about me.”

“You can’t believe I love you?” You tease, biting down on your wet, swollen lips. 

His gaze darkens as he gets the final button undone, and then he lets the fabric slide off your shoulders. “Yeah. Been wanting to hear you say that for years,” he grunted, sliding his hands up your bare arms. “Been wanting to touch you like this.”

“And now that you can?” You asked in a breathless voice, staring up at him with a look he knew would be permanently burned into his mind. 

“Now that I can,” he started, his hands tracing the curve of your hips as his eyes raked over your chest. “I’m going to do everything I've been dreaming about doing to you...and then some.”

You moan, nodding quickly and making his lips turn upwards into a smirk. 

His hands move to the front of your leggings, his fingers teasing the thin fabric as his tongue runs along the smooth skin of your neck. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this...about having you like this,”

“I think I might have an idea,” you mumbled, tugging at his undershirt. 

Bradley grinned, feeling that warmth return and take over his body again. He pulled away to tug off his shirt and toss it to the side, then he was close to you again. “Yeah? Have you thought about me, too, baby?”

“Nearly every day,” you confessed as his hands moved back to your hips, his thumbs slipping past the waistline of your leggings as he slowly pulled them down. “Nearly every night.”

He groaned at your confession, helping you kick off the flimsy fabric before he was grabbing your hips again. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’ve been driving me crazy for so long,”

Your head tilts back and rests against the wall as his lips pepper kisses all along the base of your throat. “You’ve been making me go insane for years, Bradley,” 

“You’re not the only one who’s been losing your mind over this,” he laughed, sliding his hands up your body until he was caressing the underside of your bra. “I hoped that this would pass, but it never did. The more time we spent together, the more impossible it became. I had this burning need to have you, touch you, taste you.”

He emphasized his words by gripping your hips and spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. Your gasp had his boxers tightening, his tongue tracing random shapes onto the skin behind your ear. 

“The way you smile, laugh, and those fucking looks you give me,” he ranted, his breath fanning across your neck. “All the time we’ve spent together, I had to stop myself from taking you right then and there.”

When his hands slid down your body and pulled you closer to him, you moaned loudly, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder. 

“The sounds you make for me, fuck,” he moaned, tugging on curve of your ear with his teeth. “All I’ve been wanting is to see you fall apart for me, to hear you scream for me…beg for me.”

 “Bradley,” you moaned again, leaning into his touch as his hands found the fabric of your bra, his fingers toying with the straps. 

“I’ve needed you so badly,” he rasped, pulling the strap off your shoulder before leaning down to kiss the newly exposed skin. “I finally have you all to myself. I’m never letting you go.”

“Don’t let me go,” you begged, gripping his forearms tightly. “Please.” 

“Never,” he said in a deep voice. “You’re mine now; mine to taste all over, to make scream.” He grabs your chin, gently turning your head so he could place a firm kiss to your mouth.

You moan, reaching behind you to tug on his hair as you pressed your body against his. “I want that,” you whine and he kisses you deeper, brushing his tongue against yours. 

His fingers played with the clasp of your bra, and soon enough he had the lacy fabric sliding down your arms and landing on the floor. “I need to see you,” he nearly begged, breaking away from your lips as he groped your breasts with dark eyes. 

“Well?” You asked, breathless from his touch as you rolled your hips back against him. 

“Damn, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he commented, leaning down to suck a mark onto the side of your neck. “Been dreaming about how gorgeous you’d look all bare for me, how sweet you’d taste and how pretty you’d sound.” His thumbs slid over your nipples, the devoted attention he was giving them making you whimper. 

“Oh, God,” you bit your lip to stifle the sounds that were coming out of you more frequently now. 

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he mumbled, softly pulling at your nipples with his thumb and index fingers. “I wanna hear all those sounds you make for me.”

You oblige almost immediately, moaning as he continues to worship your chest. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this,” 

“Believe it,” he grunted, smoothing his palms over your hardened nipples as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. 

Your body started to shake against his, your perfect lips parting as you let out a string of whimpers. “Feels so good,”

“I’ve barely started,” he cooed, pressing his hardness against your lower back. “You feel perfect in my arms, baby.”

“I want you,” you whined, squeezing your legs together. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you, too,” he groaned, slowly rolling his body into yours, his cock growing impossibly hard. “So badly.”

His hands caressed your breasts in a feather light touch, and he felt goosebumps against his palms as you gasped. “Your hands…I’ve always wanted to feel them on me,” 

“Yeah?” He teased, tracing his fingers around your nipples again, slowly but surely working you into a whiny mess for him.

“Yeah,” you huff, shaking even more. “Holy fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you,” he growled, pinching your breasts before sliding his hands down your body. “I love touching you like this, but I need to feel more of you.” He murmured, turning you around in his arms so he could get a good look at you.

The way you were pressing your thighs together and the lust he could see in your eyes had him biting down hard on his lip, the sight of you only in a pair of lace panties doing things to him. “Please,” you whined, guiding his hand down your body. 

His eyes rolled back slightly as he leaned his head down and began kissing your shoulders, his hand sliding down your damp panties. “You want me to touch you here?” He asked, knowing damn well what your answer is. 

“Yes, please,” you gave in so sweetly, kicking the ruined fabric aside as you stepped back into his arms. 

He presses kisses to your shoulders as his hand reaches out, his fingers running along your core. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his cock throbbing as he felt just how worked up he made you. 

“All for you,” came your instant reply. Bradley’s eyes darkened as he circled your clit with his middle finger, the way you were trembling against him being the hottest sight he had ever seen.  “Oh, my God, yes.”

“There you go, baby,” he praised, sinking his fingers into your heat. “Give it to me, let me hear you.”

You let out another loud moan, reaching for his flight suit and practically shoving it down his legs. “I need you,” you said desperately. “I need you so bad.”

He could tell. Your wetness was dripping onto his hand as you spoke. 

Bradley kicked off his boots and added his suit to the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he picked you up and carried you over to your bed. He set you down on your back, his lips pressing to yours as he rolled his hips. “I need you, too,” he promised, pulling away from your lips and settling his head in between your legs. “But I need to taste this pretty pussy first.”

Then he was licking a stripe up your folds and making your back arch off the bed. “Fuck!” You called out, the slick sound of his tongue against you bouncing throughout the room. “Oh, my fucking God, Bradley.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he slid his tongue inside your wet walls, his eyes rolling back at your taste. “Goddamn, sweetheart,” he moaned, sucking and licking at you like a starved man. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

“Bradley,” you moaned loudly. “Please, fuck me. I need you…right now.”

His eyes darken even more as he crawls back up your body, and you push his boxers down quickly. You wrap your legs around his waist, bucking your hips up so your core brushes against his aching cock. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” 

Your brows furrow as he grips his base and guides himself inside you, your back arching again as you wrap your arms around him. “I love you,”

Bradley groaned, your wetness allowing him to sink all the way inside with one thrust. “God, I love you so much,” he said back, holding you against his body as he began to rock his hips against yours. “So much.”

He moved deep inside you, the feeling of skin on skin with nothing in between making his head spin. He hadn’t even asked if you wanted him to use a condom - and he knew it would’ve been a hard task to tear himself away from you and go to his room to get one, but he would’ve done it willingly - but you both seemed too lost in each other to think about it right now. 

You felt so good. Bradley has never been this hard in his entire life, and he knew it was all because of you. “You feel so perfect,” he praised, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt you clench around him. “So tight…fuck.”

“Bradley,” you moaned, wrapping your legs tighter around him as he slowly fucked you against the matress. “You’re so big.”

Your words went right through him, a sense of pride filling him as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes. “You’re so tight,” he echoed his previous words, fucking into you harder but still keeping his pace slow. “So tight for me.”

Your eyes widened and you dropped your head against your pillow. “My fucking God, Bradley,” you gasped, shifting your hips to meet his thrusts. “Yes.”

“Say my name again,” he softly demanded before leaning down to suck a mark onto your neck. “Tell me who’s making you feel so good right now…who’s stretching you so good right now.”

“Bradley!” You cry out, pressing your chest right up against his. “I’ve wanted this for so long…knew you’d feel so good.”

“Baby,” he rasped, fucking into you faster. “You feel so much better than I could have ever imagined.”

Your arousal was dripping onto his thighs as he fucked you harder, his hips hitting yours harshly as he let all the pining and desire he’s felt for you pour out of him. “Don’t stop, please please please,” you begged for him just like he wanted, your hands pulling at his hair. 

He grunted, his eyes flickering down to where you connected. “I’m not stopping, sweetheart, I can’t,” he huffed, watching the way his cock became more and more coated in your wetness with each thrust. “You feel too good, I need you.”

“Yes…yes,” you cried, digging your heel into his lower back and driving him even deeper inside you. “Oh, fuck.”

“Say my name,” he mumbled against your skin, not caring that the walls were pretty thin and anyone who may be in the hallway would definitely be able to hear you. “Say it again.”

“Bradley!” You moaned, scratching your nails down his back. 

His movements were fast, uneven and uncontrolled now as he hiked one of your legs higher around his waist, angling his body so he could push himself impossibly deeper. “That’s my girl,” he cooed, feeling the way you clenched around him at his words. “My girl.”

“Your girl,” you repeated, looking up at him with hooded eyes. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against yours. “My girl.” 

He kissed you deeply, fucking you hard into the bed meant for one person, the sound of your muffled moans filling the room. “God, Bradley, you feel so good…so full,”

Your words were slurred as if you were drunk, but both of you were completely sober right now as you gave into your need for one another. “You feel so good, too,” he mumbled. “So perfect…so tight and wet for me.”

His words were as equally as filthy as yours were, and he couldn’t remember the last time he let himself get this lost in someone; to the point where he couldn’t care less about how dirty his mouth was. 

“I’ve never felt anything better than you, baby,” he swore, reaching down to rub your swollen and puffy clit. “Nothing compares.”

Your jaw goes slack as you let out moan after moan, his words clearly having an effect on you. “I’m so close,” 

“Yeah, I can feel it,” he groaned, rubbing and fucking you harder. His voice was rough and thick with desire, his breaths coming out ragged and uneven. “I want you to come for me. I need to feel you come.”

“Bradley! Right there,” you nearly screamed, clinging onto him with a death grip. “Right there.”

He hummed, “Just like that, baby,” he circled your clit faster, watching as you began to shake. “Come for me.”

Your body jolted and trembled under him, your release flooding around him and soaking his cock. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing all over your face as he felt his own release creeping up on him. “God, I never want this to end.”

You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck and messily kissing him. He could feel you shaking still, but you didn’t ask him to stop or pull out, instead you just pulled him closer to you and whined against his lips. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing you softly as he got closer and closer. “So perfect.”

“I want you to come for me,” you mumbled in between kisses. 

Bradley groaned, licking along your lips. “I want that, too,” he said. “I wanna come for you…only you.”

“Only me,” you whispered with a lazy smile, slowly rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

He nodded, his eyes nearly shut as he managed to ask, “Where? Where can I-”

“Inside me,” you answered, your heel on his back keeping him from pulling out too much. “I want it inside me.”

Bradley’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt his control snap. “Fuck…fuck, I’m coming, baby,” he groaned deeply, fucking his seed into your abused core. You moan quietly, running your fingers through his sweaty hair as his body shakes from the intensity of it all. He had never come that hard before, and when he slowly came to a stop, he could feel it seeping around him and dripping out of you. He also never came that much before. “That….that was-”

“I know,” you beamed, kissing him softly as you kept your legs wrapped around him. “I love you so much.”

Bradley smiles down at you, kissing you back. “I love you, too,” he promised as he rolled you onto your sides, still buried inside you. 

“Stay with me?” You asked as you kissed along his salty skin. 

After years of wanting to experience this with you and have you all to himself, he was finally able to, and he wasn’t planning on ever leaving your side again. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,”

You smile, trailing your hand up and down his back. “So…what does this mean for us?”

Bradley tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close to him. “I want to call you my girlfriend, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Will you let me?”

You close your eyes, letting out a quiet groan. “I want to be your girlfriend so badly,”

“Then it’s settled,” he stated, pulling you even closer as a grin tugged at his lips. “You’re my girlfriend.”

Your hands slide up to his shoulder as you kiss him. “And you’re my boyfriend,”

Bradley smiled as he kissed you back. “And I’m going to make sure I’m the best boyfriend you’ve ever had,”

“You better be the best and last,” you warn playfully, laying your head on his chest. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he laughed, running his hand along your lower back. “You’re stuck with me.”

A blush takes over your face as you kiss the scar on his neck. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” 

-

They fucked again after that btw. Happy Birthday, Bradley Bradshaw!

[blondedmuse]

JUST FOR TONIGHT

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

synopsis. ꩜ you learn how bradley truly feels about you.

author's note. ∿ wow look whose writing again! this also has no editing because i’m so tired and wrote this in 30 minutes

word count. ⨾ idk a lot

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It’s the middle of a the night and you found yourself wide awake and held tightly in strong arms. You should be tired and you should be asleep but the heartbeat of the man behind you has kept you wide awake.

He’d ended up in your bed more often than not in the past few months and you in his. It’s a game you didn’t know you were playing, tip-toeing around each other to see who would fold first.

It was usually you, and you’d take him home with no regrets that night but then once he was gone by morning there was always a sour taste left in your mouth.

It lingered because you were yearning for something more—something you weren’t sure Bradley wanted. While he took you out from time to time, you continued to tell yourself you were just friends; with benefits of course.

There were lines that you established neither of you were meant to cross, yet it’s as if those boundaries were made to be broken.

So now you lay wide awake contemplating where you stand and what this means for the both of you. You tilt you head so you can see Bradley and you don’t think the thoughts of your present have ever once occurred to him. Maybe they have but it’s not worth the headache, especially at four in the morning.

So carefully, you slip from the hold of his arms and off the bed and head to the living room, taking your acoustic guitar with you. You settle on your couch with the hopes that music will serve as a sufficient distraction and your fingers drift to the chords of I Love You So by The Walters.

The song is quiet enough to keep him from his wake and you sing the words just above a whisper. Halfway through the song you almost forgot Bradley was in your bedroom—almost.

The truth is the moment you’d left the room and your side of the bed was cold, he woke up. He’d slowly been growing accustomed to your body in his arms as he fell asleep, which he damned himself for because it was never meant to happen. It was never meant to happen because why would you feel that same? You were just friends, right?

Still he woke up looking around the room for your figure and as soon as he heard a voice he realized maybe he didn’t have to search far. It wasn’t long before he noticed you were singing, to which he then realized he’d never heard before. He’d always wanted to ask you to play something for him, to hear your voice to the tune of one of your favorite songs and now he had the chance.

He walked downstairs as quietly as he could which proved itself to be not quiet enough as you turned around to see him standing at the bottom of your stairs.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t mind.” he sighed before thinking of the right words to say.

“I’d like it if you kept going.”

You hesitated before nodding to the spot next to you on the couch. “Don’t you have training tomorrow? I just- I think you should get some sleep. Proper sleep.”

“I’ll be fine. I’d rather you sing me to sleep anyways,” He told you, shifting his position so that he was lying down.

“Please?” He asked and how could you say no?

“Alright,” You agreed and your fingers started once again. Going for something slower, you started playing John Wayne by Cigarettes After Sex, singing along like you had done earlier.

Once you finished the song you were sure he was out like a light with his eyes closed and breathing slowed, and you were stuck in this awkward position once again. Before you could get up however, the sound of his voice left you frozen.

“I hope you know I love your voice. Love it almost just as much as I love you,” He rasped.

Your brows cinched together and you heart stopped momentarily. Did Bradley just say he loves you? You looked to him again to see his eyes flutter open, searching your face for any kind of reaction.

“You don’t have to say anything Y/N, I just wanted to tell you. But if anything, I do want you to stay with me. Just for tonight?”

You obliged, setting your guitar down on the coffee table in front of you and lying down next to Bradley, allowing him to hold your once again and you allowed his warmth to consume you like a love.

You knew you would talk about this tomorrow morning, but for now you could only hope it wasn’t just for tonight.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Alternative Songs Hangman Might as Well Have Been Playing on the Jukebox After Rooster Walked In:

“Mamma Mia” by Abba

“Hanging By a Moment” by Lifehouse

“Heartbreaker” by Mariah Carey

“Something to Talk About” by Bonnie Raitt

“Baby” by Justin Bieber

“When Love and Hate Collide” by Def Leppard

“Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)” by Backstreet Boys

“Shout-out to my Ex” by Little Mix

“Picture to Burn” by Taylor Swift

[thetaylorswiftexperiment]

rooster and hangman are also so style

[bradshawshawaiianshirt]

Stuck on the Past | Part 1

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Ex-girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You never thought you'd see Bradley Bradshaw again, especially the way things ended between the two of you. So what happens when he's suddenly back for a special mission and is determined to win you back too?

Warnings: Angst (ish), adult language, drinking

Length: 1.8k

You couldn't remember the last time you'd gone out on a Saturday night. Your friends had been begging you to join them for a while, that much you knew, but with how stressful work had been, time seemed to slip out of your hands.

That was until this Saturday. Finally you'd been given the weekend off, and as much as you wanted to spend it in bed binge-watching all the Netflix you'd missed, you ended up deciding that a few drinks wouldn't hurt.

How wrong you were.

Thinking back, it started going south as soon as April mentioned going to the Hard Deck. Sure, you'd been a few times since it opened, and you thought it was a nice place, but you couldn't deny the strange feeling in your gut, almost like a warning. Maybe that should have been a sign that this wasn't going to be your night, but you ignored it, and decided to have fun instead of worrying so much.

"Hey!" April grinned as you walked in, standing from the booth your friends had claimed slightly away from the bar, "I was starting to wonder if you really existed all this time."

She laughed, giving you a quick hug before you sat down with the rest of your friends, "It hasn't been that long." You said, rolling your eyes as April pushed a drink towards you.

"Yes. It has." She smirked, "So drink up. We're making this a night to remember."

You were a couple drinks in, laughing with one of your friends, when the jukebox music cut out. You didn't take much notice until you heard it. The piano. April frowned, "Is someone playing the piano? How cool is that! Let's go look."

You stood and slowly followed her towards the edge of the bar. You knew who was playing. Of course, you knew. It was the same song he used to play years ago, when you were both barely in your 20s. Young, in love, and stupid.

April gripped your hand and dragged you forward to get a better view of the singer. There he was. He had grown, definitely, but he was still the same old Bradley Bradshaw. All smiles and laughs as he played the piano and sang along with his friends. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't look away. You dragged your eyes to your side to look at April, who's face began to fall in realisation.

"No. Way." She turned to you, searching your face for any sign that you might cry, "Please tell me that's not who I think it is."

You nodded, mouth dry from shock as you grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the restroom, locking both of you in a stall. You sighed, ran your hand through your hair and sat on the lid of the toilet seat.

April had both of her hands on her hips, her mouth in a tight frown, "What the hell is he doing here? Isn't it enough that he broke your heart, huh? And now what? Now he's suddenly back in San Diego! Seriously?! What the actual-"

"April." You interrupted, standing up and putting your hands on her shoulders, "It's fine. I'm.. I'm fine." She nodded, taking a deep breath as you sat back onto the lid of the toilet, "And anyway," you shrugged, "He didn't really.. break my heart."

April scoffed, "You have to be joking. You cried over him for like a year! I thought you were about to swear off men forever after him!"

"Probably would have been a good idea." You chuckled, "I meant that.. you know, it was mutual."

April rolled her eyes, "Whatever. What's our game plan?"

"What?"

"Well, for starters, I'm not letting you leave now we've seen him. You need to show him that this didn't affect you. Stand up."

You stood to face your longest friend. She'd been there when you'd met Bradly the very first time, and she'd been the one to pick up the pieces after he'd left. As much as April could be demanding, most of the time she had a point. The only thing you wanted to do right now was run, but you also knew that if he saw you leave it would look like it was because of him, and you didn't want him to have any sort of power over you like that. Not anymore.

You took a deep breath, "Okay, I'm not leaving. Let's go get shots." You were trying to sound confident, but your voice was wobbly and your breathing was uneven. Yeah, tequila was definitely going to help.

-

April ordered some drinks, and you both did a shot of tequila each at the bar. It did calm some of your nerves, but just knowing he was around was setting you off again. You sat back down with the rest of your friends and gazed around the room. Maybe you were in the clear? He'd sang one song and decided to leave?

Just as you felt better, you glanced to the other side of the room, at the pool table, where eyes were already on you. He looked just as shocked as you did, his mouth half open and eyebrows raised, grip tight on his pool stick. You felt yourself freeze. Should you smile? Wave? Shit, the longer you two just stared at each other the more awkward this was getting.

You blinked a couple times before quickly standing, "I'm getting another drink." Your friends were in deep conversation, but you assumed they heard you and hurried towards the bar.

You ordered another round of drinks before you felt someone stand beside you. You looked up and there he was, tall and muscular, very different from the boy you'd known all those years ago.

He grinned, "I thought it was you. I saw you in the crowd while I was playing but then I couldn't find you after." You opened your mouth and closed it again, trying to find words that wouldn't make you sound stupid. Before you could, your drinks were placed in front of you. "You need help carrying those?" He pointed at the four drinks on the bar.

You quickly shook your head, muttered a 'no thanks' and grabbed two in each hand, hurrying off to the booth your friends were sat in. Bradley watched you walk away and mentally kicked himself. He'd practiced what he was going to say to you since he saw you in the crowd earlier in the night. It could have gone better, but then again, what's left to say to someone you both hurt and never quite forgave?

-

You figured you'd stayed long enough that April would let you leave if you wanted to, so you grabbed your handbag, hugged your friends goodbye and made your way to the front of the bar. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was April.

Let me know when you get home safe. You did great tonight. He's not worth it!! See you soon x

You smiled and searched through your phone to find an Uber.

"On your way home?" You turned to see Bradley. Just when you thought you'd made your escape.

"Uh, yeah." You took a moment to really look at him. He had this hopeful look to him, you realised, like he actually wanted to talk to you. You sighed, "Just trying to get an Uber."

"You don't have to." He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes trained on the ground, "Look, I know things are awkward. It's been a long time. But, I can take you home. I've barely drank, I'm good to drive. If you want, that is."

He finally met your eyes as you shrugged. "It's been a really long time. I never thought I'd see you back here." You bit your lip, thinking over the situation, "But, sure. If you're offering, I'd like a ride."

He smiled and nodded, relieved that you hadn't ran away from him. He probably wouldn't have blamed you if you did. But this was something.

The drive to your apartment was quiet. You could feel Bradley glancing at you now and then, but you couldn't risk looking at him. You were already in his car, the same old Bronco he'd had since you'd known him. April was gonna freak when you told her tomorrow.

"How've you been?" He broke the silence as he stopped at a red light, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Good. Busy." You answered, "You?"

"Yeah, good. A lot of deployments but it's been fine." He took a glance in your direction as the light changed, "I wasn't planning on coming back. There's this mission. I'm not supposed to talk about it-"

"It's fine." You cut him off. That made more sense. There was no way he'd come back here for you. That just confirmed it.

He sighed. You wondered if he was regretting offering you a ride home. Probably. "You look good." He said instead.

Your head whipped round to look at him, "Don't start."

He was smirking, "What?" He glanced at you again, feigning innocence, "I know things are awkward but am I not allowed to compliment my favourite ex-girlfriend?"

You cleared your throat and turned towards the window, "Your compliments were never just compliments, Bradley. They always led to something else and you know it."

You felt your cheeks heat up as he glanced at you again, a small smile on his face. "Would that be a bad thing?"

He pulled up in front of your building, turning to face you fully as he turned off the engine. You turned to him, arms crossed and voice sharp, "Yes. It would be a bad thing. History is a there for a reason and I don't wanna repeat it." You opened his door and stepped outside, "Oh! And by the way, you are definitely not my favourite ex-boyfriend!"

Bradley chuckled, "I always used to love it when you'd get angry, your cheeks get all flushed. It's cute."

You mouth hung open, what was he playing at? "Thanks for the ride." You said, shutting his car door and walking towards your apartment building with a huff. Even when you unlocked your apartment door, you couldn't quite believe what had happened. How dare he flirt with you like that? You two hadn't talked in years!

You climbed into bed and decided to sleep it off. At least you wouldn't be forced to see him again. You'd be at work and he'd be on his stupid mission. That was something.

Bradley stayed parked outside after he dropped you off. Partly to make sure you got in okay, but also to really think about what he had actually been suggesting. He hadn't seen you in years. Sure, you crossed his mind every now and then, sometimes he'd stalk your social media to see what you were up to, but he didn't know you anymore. You guys had history, that was true. The worst part about it? He didn't think repeating history would be a bad thing at all, especially if it was with you.

[annathesillyfriend]

Hey there! I hope summer is treating you well 🌞I am currently crying over the fact that I didnt get to see Lizzo at a festival 30 km away from me last week and that I won't see Harry tomorrow in Warsaw, so I decided to distract myself with making this list 😅 I hope that next time I'll be able to tell you that I menaged to get Taylor tickets, so please keep your fingers crossed for me 🥰

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🌊JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌊

it's what you make it and and honey, i'll make it all okay by @seresinhangmanjake

↳ two-shot, part of oh, baby universe which is an amazing dad!jake series and you should totally give it a try

you're safe now and bite me by @seresinsweetie

↳ two-shot, 18+, enemies to friends to lovers, i want a weighted blanket for my birthday this year and by weighted blanket i mean jake seresin on top of me, please and thank you

crossing all the lines by @//seresinsweetie

↳ one-shot, 18+, not it's time for a rooster x hangman x reader threesome and it's as hot as it sounds 🥵

hungman by @ddejavvu

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!camboy!jake, do i have to say more? whenever i see Daisy's url on my dash, i drop everything i'm doing and go read, such a talented writer!

a love you don't find everyday by @//beccaanne814

↳ series, this story has kept me on my toes and then surprised me in the best way possible, amazing fic 💕

head on your chest, heart in your hands by @jupitercomet

↳ one-shot, soft!jake has a special place in my heart

same 'ol situation by @topguncortez

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!jake and it's so good!!

🌊BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌊

how could i forget by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, I put this particular fic here because it was the first one I read in June but I recommend going through Emily's whole masterlist. I could go on and on about how talented she is 👏I start every single one of my days by reading one of her works. Like literally every day. Thank you for making my morning more bearable 💕

give me your hand and here is my heart by @sometimesanalice

↳ two-shot, 18+, this is a part of a bigger universe that I love with my whole being. please, do yourself a favour and go read it all!

hey, salior by @//sometimesanalice

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am YELLING

warm blood by @notroosterbradshaw

↳ one-shot, another phenomenal fic from another phenomenal author 👏👏 keep slaying!

home and viva la vegas by @honeysimagines

↳ two-shot, i read this like four times in the last month, my love for those fics is out of control

i'll guide you by @bradshawsbitch

↳ one-shot, 18+, i get dizzy and warm all over just by thinkign about this fic 👀

you left your name on my lips by @blurredcolour

↳ one-shot, beautiful fic!

love and loss by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one-shot, what a stunning piece. we all need this kind of support in our lives

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? by @ofstoriesandstardust

↳ one-shot, part of the same mistakes-verse which is a god tier series. this one left me speechless

i was supposed to sweat you out by @theharddeck

↳ one-shot, 18+, friends with benefits, simply delicious 👏👏

i think i love you by @thewulf

↳ one-shot, best friends to lovers, i loved this so very much

where do we go? by @thatlovinfeelin

↳ series, 18+, amazing fic, beautiful story!

salt air, and the rust on your door by @daniellarussoo

↳ one-shot, just a sweet little husband!bradly fic 😌

to love and be loved by @callsigncherub

↳ one-shot, i seriously debated jumping into the sea after reading this one

all consuming by @inklore

↳ one-shot, 18+, Lauren's back at it again with a bloody banger

🌊JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO🌊

a little bit of fun and it's not rotten work (not if it's you) by @sushiwriterhere

↳ two-shot, 18+, javy x reader x jake fics, this is just great, i love everything about those stories

the double negative effect by @beyondthesefourwalls

↳ one-shot, there are not enough javy fics out there so i cherish every single one i find, especially ones as good as this one!

training accident by @//foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, another great javy story!

🌊ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌊

supernova by @laracrofted

↳ one-shot, 18+, bob x reader x pheonix threesome, a dream come true 😫

the worst date by @lovingperfectionsblog

↳ one-shot, love this one 💕

the wingman by @//roosterforme

↳ one-shot, 18+, okay we all aready know how much i adore Emily's work but i just had to put this one here cause bob needs all the love he can get!!

shut up and dance with me by @beccaanne814

↳ one-shot, man, the things i'd so for him to dance with me

sick day by @writingdumpster

↳ one-shot, bob's a little bit stuborn here but we're gonna let it slip just this once

girl in a coffee shop by @ohgodnotagainn

↳ one-shot, coffee shop!au, bob as a barista!!!! yes yes yes that all i need in life

🌊MICKEY ' FANBOY' GARCIA🌊

opposites attract by @foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, husband!mickey and he's just so 🥺🥺

🌊STEVE HARRINGTON🌊

all the time by @bookshelf-dust

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers and fake dating -> ✨cheff's kiss✨

cardigan by @supernovafics

↳ one-shot, professor!steve x professor!reader, angst with happy ending, great work 👏

car kisses by @iridescentprose

↳ one-shot, there is just something so kissable about steve driving a car. i would, too, risk my life to pour some love on that man

this fic by @spicysix

↳ one-shot, being stuck in an elevator may not be an ideal situation but it's whole other thing when steve harrington is there with you

steve-o by @bettysupremacy

↳ one-shot, i just adore this steve

midnight love by @loveshotzz

↳ one-shot, 18+, fuck boy!steve but we fall for him anyway

this fic by @lovebugism

↳ one-shot, 18+, SO DAMN BLOODY GOOD i can't even

this fic by @forever-rogue

↳ one-shot, broke my heart and put it right back together

bad for ussiness by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ series, 18+, enemies to lovers is the superior trope and this fic is the perfect example, my favourite steve fic honestly

a good dream by @solarluvs

↳ one-shot, 18+, the fact that this will never happen to me in real life is just criminal

keep trying by @lilacletter

↳ one-shot, 18+, an obligatory baby making fic™, they just hit different

cool about it by @mysticmunson

↳ one-shot, if you feel like getting your heart broken, that's a fic for you :')

this love by @forevermoreharrington

↳ one-shot, 18+, a masterpiece really

🌊EDDIE MUNSON🌊

brain like a sieve by @munsster

↳ one-shot, AHHHHHHHHHH is all i have to say on this 😅

sunscreen and chlorine and blue raspberry syrup by @eiightysixbaby

↳ two-shot, 18+, lifeguard!eddie, perfect summer read, just like ice cream on a hot day 🙌

something like this by @taintedcigs

↳ one-shot, a good old truth or dare fic, just what we all love

love me tender by @oneforthemunny

↳ one-shot, 18+, janitor!eddie x teacher!reader, what a stunning piece of work that is 🥺

hot rod by @shamevillain

↳ one-shot, 18+, you will need a shower after reading this 🥵

🌊RHETT ABBOTT🌊

right where i want you by @//sushiwriterhere

↳ one-shot, 18+, sort of enemies to lovers, i am so normal about this 🙂

hell on heels (part 2) by @strawhbrrries

↳ two-shot, 18+, that bloody cowboy will send us all straight to hell

wildflower, widefire by @sebsxphia

↳ series, 18+, the perfect balance between sweet and sexy 😌😌

the ferris wheel by @lewmagoo

↳ one-shot, i just wanna share funnel cake with rhett abbott, is that too much to ask???

invisible string by @wkndwlff

↳ one-shot, 18+, BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Kinktober 2022 masterlist (discontinued ☹️)

This was very sudden decision but I decided to hopefully commit and do this :) not all this may be top gun so there may be a few surprises :) I’d you would like to be tagged join my taglist! (Also days may change) the first day will be on October 6th and I will add to this list :D

1. Pet play-Bradly Bradshaw x reader (Gn!reader)

2. Bondage-iceman x fem!reader

3. Breeding-Bob x reader (fem/Afab)

4. Pegging-Matt Murdock x fem!reader

5. Aphrodisiac-bradley bradhsaw x reader (fem/Afab)

6. Biting/blood-Vampire!Jake x Vampire!Mav x gn!reader

7. Choking-Matt Murdock x fem!reader

8. Overstimulation-Maverick x reader

9. Mommy/daddy kink-Ethan hunt x reader

10. Camming-cam!girl reader x bradley x Jake

11. Praise-Jake x fem!reader

12. Holding-Matt Murdock x reader

13. Dry humping-Rooster x reader

14. Double penetration hangman x rooster x reader

15. Roleplay Chris knight x reader

16. Dumbifacation iceman x reader

17. Anal sex- Bradley Bradshaw x reader

18. Public play

19. Cock warming-Maverick x reader

20. Spanking

21. Oral sex

22. Period sex

23. Mask kink

24. Wax play

25. Knife play

26. Boot worship

27. Degradation

28. Thigh job

29. Vouyerism

30. Exhibitionism

31. Predator and prey

[munsonownsmyass]

It's always been you

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Summary: A drunken night is all it takes for you to admit your feelings for Rooster.

Warnings: light angst, mentions of alcohol, kissing, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of fluff.

Author's note: first time writing for this character, but ever since I saw Top Gun I've been in love with Rooster. So now I did it. I wrote a story and hopefully you'll like it ❤️

As the first rays of sunshine peeks through the blinds, you wake up slowly, your head feeling like it’s about to split open. You’ve been hungover before, but this one might be the worst hangover ever.

When you try to turn, an arm tightens it’s grip on you followed by a soft content sigh. Oh, so it wasn’t just a dream.

The whole squad is gathered, celebrating… well, did you really need a reason to get together? It had been a year since the special detachment and since then you had taken every opportunity you could to get the team back together. Birthdays, 4th of July, engagements. Today it was the latter. Your dad had finally gotten on one knee and asked Penny to marry him.

So that’s how you found yourself in their backyard, already too many shots in, laughing at some stupid joke Bradley had just cracked. Maybe it wasn’t even that funny, but he always made you laugh. Knowing him for years, he was your favourite person in the world, so you always loved when he was back in town. The years where him and Mav hadn’t talked was awful, missing him every day, but now you had him back in your life and you had never been happier.

If you had to be completely honest, you’d also been crazy in love with Bradly ever since you were a teen. He was your first kiss and from the moment his soft lips had touched yours, you knew your heart belonged to him. And it still did after all these years.

Looking down, Bradley catches you staring at him, a soft smile grazing his beautiful face. nudging your shoulder softly, his hazel eyes find yours, instantly making your heart flutter.

“What’s up Mini Mav?” he teases, knowing how much you hate that nickname. Well, you hate it when everyone else but Bradley calls you that.

“I… Bradley, I…” you start, but unsure how to finish, you stop. You want to be honest, want to tell him how much you love him, how he occupies almost every waking thought you have. But you can’t so you just clear your throat before getting up. “I’m gonna get some more to drink.”

Walking away from the group, you try to convince yourself why it’s better you didn’t say anything. He’s your best friend, way out of your league and probably doesn’t see as anything but an annoying little sister. No, its better this way.

When you find the little makeshift bar fresh out of shots, you head towards the shed. There was plenty of beers, but this demanded something stronger. Pulling the cap of the whiskey, you take a big sip, already knowing you’ll regret this in the morning.

“Are you okay?”

Bradley is standing behind you, eyes filled with worry. You know there’s no point in lying, he knows you to well. Maybe even knows you better than your dad.

“I just have a lot on my mind, Roo.” Which isn’t a lie. You’re thinking about how his perfect lips would feel against yours. How you want to have his arms wrapped around you on a lazy Sunday morning in bed. And how desperately you want to know if he loves you as much as you love him.

Walking closer, he takes the bottle from you before taking a sip of his own. A drop of whiskey remains on his lips, like a beacon calling for you to lick it off. Before you can stop yourself, you crash your lips against his. For a moment, he kisses you back, before he breaks away.

“Why did you kiss me? We’re not like that.” He says, surprise written all over his face. Honestly, you’re surprised that you did it too. As you struggle to find the right words, he takes a step back.

“We’ve known each other for years.” He says, voice soft. “You’re just drunk, honey.”

"No, I.. well, yeah I'm drunk. But I wanted to kiss you. Want to kiss you." You breathe out, before closing the distance again. You've already kissed him once, so one more wouldn't do much damage. This time he kisses you deeper, a soft moan escaping him as his hand comes up to cup your cheek.

"We should get back," he manage to say between kisses. "We shouldn't do this. You're Mav's daughter. You're my best friend."

But you don't care, you just keep kissing him, intoxicated by feeling of his soft lips on yours, the taste of whiskey on his tongue.

"Then say you have never thought about this, Bradley. Say you don't want me." You break away from him, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Fuck…" he sighs, learning his forehead to yours. His breath ghosting over your skin, sending shivers through you. "I want you. I want to..."

You kiss him greedily, your hand gliding through his soft curls as you press your body against his.

"What's gotten into you?" He chuckles, kissing down the column of your neck. "This is a bad idea. Mav is gonna kill me."

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe you're just done holding back, but you unzip his jeans and stroke his cock over his underwear. Bradley breathes out a soft fuck, looking down at your hand just as you tuck at the waistband, hand now gripping his unclothed cock.

"You can't touch my cock like that. Feels too good." he whispers, voice almost breaking as you stoke him. But you keep going, feeling him grow hard in your hand.

You know you shouldn't, but you've already crossed the line, so you fall to your knees in front of him.

"No, don't get on your knees, honey." He whimpers, fingers already running through your hair. Licking up the length of his cock, he groans, unable to tear his eyes off of you.

Taking him into your mouth, he feels heavy against your tongue, better than you'd ever imagined. You swirl your tongue over his head before your mouth down his thick length.

Bradley moans out your name as he grabs your head, pushing his cock down your throat.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good. Fuck, you need to stop. No, don't stop."

Looking up at him, you see his eyes closed, gone in pleasure as he keeps whispering praises, telling you how good it feels.

"Bradley, you got to keep quiet" you grin, taking him back in your mouth again. He just smiles, countering that he is being quiet.

You take him to the root, nose nuzzling into the soft curls at the base of his cock. Unable to keep quiet, he groans out a fuck. Afraid someone heard, he looks over his shoulder, before pulling you back to your feet.

"We have to stop." He whispers before kissing you so lovingly it makes your heart flutter. He places another quick kiss on your sweet lips, before grinning from ear to ear. "But fuck, baby, didn't know you could suck cock like that."

You just smile softly, before claiming his lips again. You don't want to stop, not now that you've had a taste of him.

"Bradley, I want you. I've always wanted you." You whisper, voice shaking as the confession leaves your lips.

"I've wanted you ever since that first kiss." He confesses, gently cupping your cheek. "But if we do this, nothing's ever going to be the same again."

"I know" you breathe out, before kissing him again with unknown hunger. Pulling him with you into the shed, Bradly pins you against the wall, his soft eyes look into yours.

"Is this really what you want?" He asks softly, his words laced with hope. That's when you realize it's not just your heart that's at risk here, but his too.

"There's nothing I want more."

He kisses you again, pulling you impossibly close. Both of you know you should wait until you're sober, but you're unable to stop yourself. You want him and by the way his hard cock rubs against you, you won't be able to wait any longer.

He takes a hold of your thighs, hoisting you up on the workbench, his hips bucking against where you need him the most.

His hands caress your thighs, slowly making their way up to your heated core. Body on fire, every nerve ending alive under his touch, you whimper as his skilled fingers push your panties aside. You're already soaked for him, so his fingers slip into you easily, working you open for him.

Your soft whimpers fill the air. Bradley has to remind you to be quiet, but in that moment you don't care who hears you. You need him.

He pushes into you, his cock stretching you open ince by delicious inch, causing you to moan out his name. He shivers as he leans in to whisper in your ear. "You feel so good, i don't think I'll last long."

"Please Bradley…"

Grabbing your hips tighter, he finally moves. Pulling all the way out before pushing back in. He starts out slow, but soon the thrusts turn desperate, quick. Bradley fucks into you harder, whimpering as he feels your walls tighten around him.

"What's are you doing to me, baby?" He grins, so lost in the feeling of you. Hips snapping against yours, his lips on your neck, leaving a mark on your sensitive skin.

"Come for me, baby. Please." He begs, the plea like the sweetest music. You come hard, crying out his name. His hand covers your mouth, trying to keep you quiet, as he fucks into you desperately, chasing his own high. It's long before he comes, whimpering your name over and over as he fills you to the brim with his cum.

Silence falls between you, the sound of your heavy breathing the only sound filling the air. Forehead resting against yours, you feel content, never wanting to leave his embrace ever again.

"You're so beautiful." He looks into your eyes, his filled with love. You kiss again, pouring years of love and want into it, letting the kiss express what words can't.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" You giggle, making Bradley smile before pulling you into a hug.

"I have no idea, but I'm never letting you go again."

Footsteps come closer, so Bradley moves the two of you into the shadows, motioning for you to stay quiet. You hear Mav talk to himself as he tries to gather some alcohol for the little bar.

There in the darkness, Bradley looks into your eyes as he softly whispers how much he loves you.

"I never allowed myself to look at you for too long, afraid I wouldn't be able to stop again." He whispers against your lips, planting soft kisses, unable to stop again. "Mav is so gonna kill me."

"Hey baby, where did you go?"

Looking over your shoulder, you see Bradley smiling at you, his voice raspy from to much alcohol and very little sleep.

"I was just thinking about last night." You say, as you turn around to face him. Cupping your cheek, he pulls you into a soft kiss.

"You're… you're not regretting it, I hope?" He laughs, but you see the uncertainty in his eyes. This is a big change and there's a lot at stake. Years of friendship on the line and both yours hearts. But you just smile, shaking your head.

"No. Never."

He lays down, pulling you with him so you land in his nook. Hand on his chest and head on his shoulder, you feel at home in his embrace.

"Good. Cause I could get used to this."

You pop up on one elbow, looking down at him. Bradley Bradshaw, the boy you've loved forever and now he was finally yours.

Thank you so much for reading. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated ❤️

Tagging: @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @bradshawswife @lucy-sky @floydsin @e-dubbc11

And I hope it's okay I tag a few other people too? @bradshawsbaby @sebsxphia @bradshawbaby

[warnersister]

Newborn Days

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Moments with his wife and newborn son

Bradley looks out through the window in front of him, sat upright in the bed, back against the headboard as he watches the sunrise. The two of you had booked a small cabin on the beach for a few weeks, just while you got your feet here in Miramar. Bradley’s grasp held you closer, he drew his eyes away from the growing horizon and down to where you were sat in his lap. Your head was dipped as you allowed your little baby boy to have his breakfast; eyes closed while he nursed gently on your swollen nipple. Bradley’s heart swelled with love as your tired eyes looked back at him, rocking gently to soothe your new son. He offered a small, loving smile as he leant to kiss your forehead.

He could get used to this.

[bloatedandalone04]

Greatest Fan of your Life

➪the one where you get your wisdom teeth removed and bradley takes care of you.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of a bad past dental experience, mentions of teeth being removed...because, you know, mentions of blood, anesthesia, use of an iv, mentions of not eating properly, reader is going through it, bradley being the best boyfriend ever, literally wrote this because i just had three of my wisdom teeth removed and needed some comfort

Word Count: 5.3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

You were nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you glanced up at the sign of the best dental office in San Diego. As you read over the sign a couple of times, Bradley reached over from his place behind the wheel and grabbed your hand. “How are you feeling?” 

Tearing your eyes off the logo that resembled a tooth, you give him a weary smile. “I’m nervous,” you state the obvious in a quiet voice.

Bradley raised your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it before rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles with his thumb. “You’re going to be fine, pretty girl,” he said in hopes to provide you with some much needed comfort. “I’m going to be waiting right here when it’s over, and then we’ll go home and I’ll cater to your every need.”

You give him another smile and lean over to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I like the sound of that,” you murmur and he smiles back before placing another quick kiss to your mouth.

“Do you want me to go in with you?” He asks when he saw you reach for the handle.

“Please,”

And with that one word Bradley was hopping out of the Bronco and grabbing your hand as you both walked up to the door. He could feel just how tense you were and he wished there was something he could do to ease your nerves, even a little bit. He knew there was nothing he could say or do to help you, as having anything done to your mouth, from a filling to a simple clean, made you beyond nervous.

You had never liked the dentist, ever since you were a kid and they had to hold you down while extracting a tooth that was no good. They hadn’t given you enough freezing for it to numb properly, so you felt pretty much everything. Safe to say you never went back to that dentist office.

Maybe that was why you had waited so long to make an appointment to have your wisdom teeth removed. You were told back when you were twenty one that you should get them extracted as soon as possible, but that was ten years ago, and you still hadn’t booked the appointment. 

You were fine, for the most part, up until a few weeks ago. You were barely able to chew tough foods because your gums ached beyond words, and you had resorted to drinking shakes to get you through the day. That was fine, until Bradley noticed you had lost a concerning amount of weight due to the lack of actual food you were getting into your body. 

He went ahead and booked the appointment for you pretty much instantly after that. He had to sweet talk the lady on the other line, who was insisting that it should be you who was making the appointment, but she eventually gave in when he told her about your fear of the dentist. 

Bradley still wasn’t sure how he had gotten away with that, but he was grateful nonetheless, even if you didn’t talk to him for the rest of the day after he informed you of your upcoming extractions.

While you were upset and scared, you were also glad you would be able to go back to eating solid foods in about a week after today. 

That positive still didn’t help tune out all the negatives you were feeling. 

As you walked up to the front desk of the office, you didn’t loosen your hold on Bradley’s hand once, not even when the lady behind the desk handed you a clipboard with papers you needed to sign since this was your first time in this office. 

You both sat in the waiting room, and you were shaking so badly you were afraid your writing was so messy that you’d have to ask for a new page. With a nervous glance up at your boyfriend, he just pressed a kiss to the side of your head and took the clipboard from you, filling out your information for you. Most he knew off by heart, thankfully, and he handed it back to you so you could scribble down your signature at the bottom of the page. 

It was only a few minutes after he handed the board back to the lady when your name was called. Bradley could tell that you were beginning to freak out once again, so he took your hand and walked with you over to where the procedure will be done. 

“You’re going to be fine,” he assured you, his hands tilting your head up so he could press a soft kiss to your lips. “It’ll take an hour at the most, and then we’ll be back home.”

You just nodded and allowed him to kiss your forehead. “I love you,”

“I love you, too,” and he watched as you were guided into the room by the assistant. 

You hesitantly sat down on the chair and kept your eyes on the blank wall in front of you. Off to your left were various paintings, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look over at them, despite them probably being there to calm down the patients. You were so nervous, you couldn’t even voice your opinions on the decor of the waiting room. This was by far the most elegant dentist office you had ever seen in your life. 

The assistant took a seat next to you and began wiping down your forearm, and you began mentally preparing yourself for the eventual puncture of the IV. “How are we doing?” She asked softly. “Are you nervous?”

You give her a tight smile as she tosses the wipe into the trash can. “Is it that obvious?” 

“Only a little bit,” she teased as the Doctor came in. “Your boyfriend mentioned that you have had some pretty tough times in the past regarding previous procedures. I want you to know that you have nothing to be afraid of. It’ll be over before you know it.”

You nod at her as the Doctor gently picked up the IV. “Hi, Y/n,” he smiled at you. “I’m Doctor Brown.”

“Hi,” you nearly whisper back.

He asked you the standard questions, like; are you taking any medication currently, are you a smoker, is there a chance you’re pregnant, when was the last time you had something to eat or drink. All that fun stuff you were barely able to answer.

“I’m going to insert the IV now, okay?” He asked and waited until you gave him verbal consent before gently piercing your skin with the needle. He looked at the fluid bag before sitting down on the other side of you and grabbing gloves. “I hear this is your first time with us, is that correct?”

You nod as he adjusts the chair so you are laying back. “It is,”

 “And you have a reliable ride home?”

You nod again. “Yeah, my boyfriend,” you answer, wondering when exactly you were supposed to start feeling sleepy. 

The assistant, whose name tag read Alia Clark, grabbed her own gloves as she asked, “What does your boyfriend do?” 

“He’s in the navy,” you mumble with a small smile. “He’s an aviator.”

“Oh, wow,” she replied and smiled down at you before checking over your chart. “And what is his name?”

For some reason, that took you a bit longer to answer as you felt your eyes begin to feel heavy. “Bradley,” you were finally able to say. “His name is Bradley, but he also goes by his call sign, Rooster.”

“Rooster, huh?” Doctor Brown hums and you were only able to nod as you felt your eyes close.

“Don’t worry, Y/n,” you hear Alia say. “You will be back with Bradley, or Rooster, in no time.”

And that was all the assurance you needed before you let yourself fall asleep.

-

Bradley wishes he was able to stay in the room with you, but he knew he couldn’t, so he finally made his way back out to the Bronco once he saw the Doctor enter your room. 

Once he was back behind the wheel, he sighed as he had an hour of time to kill. 

He had taken the week off work, after informing Mav of your fear of the dentist. The older man seemed to have taken pity on you as he had no problem letting Bradley skip this week to look after you. 

As he began to wait, he pulled out his phone and typed a quick message to you, knowing you wouldn’t see it or read it until you were back home. You told him beforehand to take your phone away from you until the effects of the IV wore off completely, nervous that you would embarrass yourself if you were to go on it in your drug induced haze.

After typing out a sappy little message, Bradley ended it with a simple red heart before sending it, hearing the buzz of your phone from where it was on the center console.

He debated on whether or not he wanted to stay in the parking lot the whole time, or run out to the store to get some things that would help make the next few days easier for you. 

He reluctantly chose the second option, as he knew you wouldn’t want him to leave your side once you were back home. 

Bradley drove to the nearest store and bought a few packs of pudding, apple sauce, ginger ale, yogurt and even some more of those shakes you had been living off of, something he was still mad about as he hated the way you turned to practically starving yourself to avoid this appointment, before stopping by the pharmacy to pick up more painkillers. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the smallest bit excited to be the one taking care of you. Usually it was the other way around, with you being the one to look after him every time he returned home from his deployments. Whether that be with making him his favorite foods, giving him some much needed massages or simply just laying with him in bed for a few hours, it all made the welcome home much nicer than it would have been if he was still living alone and single. 

This time he got to be the one to look after you, and he couldn’t wait to cater to your every need. He couldn’t wait to spend the whole week with you, even though you would most likely be miserable and uncomfortable due to the pain in your mouth. Still, he would do his best to make things better for you. 

Your surgery should be over soon, so with twenty minutes left on the timer he set for himself on his phone, he drove back to the dental office and was back to waiting for you. 

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to go in and wait for you inside, or if they’ll call him to come walk you out, but he decided to go in a bit early, anyway, and wait for you in the waiting room. 

Bradley remembered when he got his wisdom teeth removed, back when he was still a teen. He remembered just how uncomfortable he was during the recovery days, and how he didn’t really have anyone to look after him. He got his aunt to drive him there and home, and she stayed with him for a few hours after the surgery, but eventually had to return to her own home. 

He had to stick to sucking on popsicles and protein shakes until he was feeling well enough to go back to eating normal food. 

He was completely on his own back then, and he’d make sure that wasn’t the case with you. 

A few minutes go by, and when he heard the assistant call his name, he paused the latest newscast that he was watching on his phone and pocketed it before standing up. “How is she?” He asked as Alia getsured for the lady behind the desk to ring up the receipt. “How’d it go?”

Alia smiled at his multiple questions as she watched him insert his credit card into the machine. “It went well,” she answered and gave him another smile when he slipped the card back into his wallet and took the receipt from the receptionist. “She’s just resting now, but is able to go home since most of the anesthesia has worn off.”

He nodded and followed her back to where you were. She stepped aside as he entered the room and found you still laying on the chair, your eyes barely open as you stared blankly at the TV that was hung from the ceiling. “Hi, pretty girl,” 

At the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, you look over and tear up. “I don’t look pretty right now,” you mumble and try to avoid moving the cotton pads that were stuck to either side of your mouth.

Bradley hushed you and quickly walked around the chair so he could press his lips to your forehead. Your mouth and cheeks were swollen, and he could see a bit of blood on your bottom lip, but other than that, he still thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. “You do,” he said and grabbed your hand when you reached it out to him, careful to not touch the bandage from where the IV was inserted. “Mouth full of gauze and all.”

“You’re Rooster, I’m assuming?” Doctor Brown asked as he held a few pages of paper in his hand.

“She told you my call sign, huh?” Bradley shook his head while you avoided eye contact with him and instead decided to stare at the wall.

“She was the perfect patient,” 

Bradley looked over at you and gently rubbed circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. “I believe it,”

Doctor Brown went over what exactly he and Alia did to you, before handing him a small bag that held antibiotics inside. The whole time you remained silent as you tried not to cry in front of the Doctor and assistant, squeezing Bradley’s hand whenever you felt the pain beginning to form. 

“She should be okay now,” the Doctor finished with a smile at the two of you. “There should be no more pain from having them in. If there is still a bit of discomfort after about two weeks, come back in and we’ll check up on the healing process.”

“Sounds good,” Bradley answered and gently pulled you up from the chair. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” you mutter as he guides you back towards the exit, with him carrying most of your body weight. He led you back out to the Bronco and helped put your seatbelt on before he was getting in on the drivers side. 

“I know this will be hard for you to do,” he began, checking you over once more before putting the car in reverse and beginning to back out of the parking space. He puts his right hand on the back of your headrest and gives you a teasing smile before continuing, “But I looked it up and Google says you shouldn’t talk too much. It might interrupt the healing process.”

Despite him really wanting to hear all the odd things you’d say in your daze, he didn’t want you paying the price later by having a sore throat.

You send him a dirty look and raise your brow, as if to say, really?

He just winks at you after taking off his aviators and reaching over to gently place them over your eyes, sacrificing his own in hopes you would appreciate the gesture since you had forgotten your own during your rush to leave this morning. It was nearing the afternoon, so the sun was shining down on the both of you, but he would deal with it to make you more comfortable. 

He was right about you appreciating it, as you give him a closed mouth smile, your cheeks puffed out due to the gauze. “Tell you what,” he says as he pulls out onto the main road, his right hand instinctively reaching over to trace random shapes onto the skin of your thigh. He keeps his left one on the wheel as he glances over at you, seeing your eyes already on him from behind the glasses. “Once we get home and you rest for a few hours, maybe we can go out and get milkshakes if you’re feeling up to it. Might help with the soreness.”

You instantly perk up at that and nod, grabbing his hand and bringing it up to your mouth. Bradley held back a laugh at your attempt to kiss the back of his hand, your lips clearly still numb as you couldn’t seem to get them to move properly. 

He just gave you a grin when you looked over at him in defeat. 

-

The swelling had gotten worse as the time went on, and your throat was dry beyond words. Bradley had guided you towards the couch as soon as you got home, flipping the TV onto one of your favorite shows and making sure you were comfortable before he was leaving to tidy up the small mess you had made in the bedroom a few hours earlier, when you couldn’t decide what to wear and had thrown multiple articles of clothing onto the floor. 

Within minutes he was back at your side, your head resting on his lap as you stared at the screen of the TV. Bradley ran his fingers through your hair as you both watched the show, listening to your uneven breaths as you fought back grunts of pain. 

He looked down and gently held your chin in between his fingers, squinting down at you as you opened your mouth. “I think it might be time to change the gauze, baby,” he murmurs and you wince in at the thought of seeing the bloody cotton leave your mouth. 

Bradley gently sits you up before reaching over and grabbing the bag from the dentist and pulling out a fresh set of gauze. 

After damping them with water, he sets them aside before mumbling a quiet, “Come here,” and he watches as you lean towards him and slowly open your mouth. Bradley caresses your jaw with one hand and uses the other to slowly pull out the bloodied gauze. He does it one by one, murmuring a soft, “I’m sorry,” when he sees the tears form in your eyes. He places both pieces of gauze on the palm of his hand before handing you the clean ones. 

He sits with you until you’ve successfully placed the new cotton into your mouth, and then stands up to throw away the blood filled ones. 

Once Bradley returns back to the living room, you move over and give him space to sit down before laying your head in his lap again and trying to focus on the show instead of the throbbing in your mouth. 

With your head still feeling fuzzy and the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers running through your hair again, you give yourself a bit of relief and fall asleep. 

When you woke up alone a few hours later, you noticed that Bradley had left the TV on and had also put your phone on the coffee table beside you. You could hear him doing something in the kitchen as you reached for it, and knowing him, he was probably making something to eat as his stomach was like a bottomless pit. 

You sat up with a groan, still a bit groggy from the anesthesia, and unlocked your phone. Instantly, you were met with a couple of texts from your friends and family, and you smiled as you read them. 

Mom: I heard from Bradley that it went well and you’re resting now. Call me when you’re feeling up to it. Love you x

Nat: I told you that there was nothing to be scared of. Have fun being stuck with Rooster for a week ;) Text me when you can!

But the one that had you smiling a little bit more was the one from Bradley.

Bradley ♡: I love you, pretty girl. I promise I will be there with you as soon as it’s done. I’m all yours for the next week, and after that. 

You send him a heart emoji back, then realize that the gauzes are all soggy in your mouth, and you once again had to hold back a gag as you leaned over to put your phone back down.

When you bite too hard down on your cheek through the cotton, you wince and accidentally drop your phone onto the floor. It landed on the rug with a thud, and you heard the sounds coming from the kitchen stop. 

Seconds later Bradley was standing in the doorway to the living room, a cloth in his hands and he was still chewing something as he asked, “Are you okay?”

You give him a thumbs up before pointing down at your phone. 

He looks at it and shakes his head as he tosses the cloth back into the kitchen to find later, before crossing the room and picking up the device. “I knew giving you back your phone would be a bad idea,” he teased as he sat down next to you and gently ran his fingers along your still swollen jaw. “How are you feeling?” 

You shrugged and blinked away the remaining sleep from your eyes. “Dry,” you said and wince at how raspy your voice sounded. 

Bradley nodded, murmuring a quiet, “Okay,” as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Do you feel like trying to drink something?”

You look up at him with a small smile. “Milkshake?” 

He laughs and kisses your forehead. “We can go get milkshakes,” he says as he gently tugs on your lower lip with his thumb. “But first we need to change those again.”

You groan as he helps remove the stained gauze from your mouth again and wonder how he wasn’t grossed out by holding them in his hand. You supposed he’s seen and done worse, and he’s not exactly new to having your saliva on him.

He uses his free hand to grasp your chin between his fingers and tilts your head so the lamp next to the couch was able to shine somewhat into your mouth. “It doesn’t seem to be bleeding much right now,” he hums and stands up to toss the gauze away. “Do you want to see how it goes without them for a bit? Just until you get something into you. If it starts to bleed again after the shakes, I’ll help you put new ones in.”

You agree instantly, happy to be rid of the uncomfortable cotton for at least a little while. After he throws the used gauze out, he returns back to the living room with his keys and phone in one of his hands, the other free for you to hold as he held it out to you. 

He pulls you off the couch and guides you back out to the Bronco, making sure to grab the bag that holds the gauze and meds that you would need to take afterwards. He knew it would be an early night as the medicine would most likely make you sleepy again, and that was why he waited until it was nearing eight before taking you out for milkshakes, so you could go back home and go to bed at a reasonable time. 

Bradley couldn’t do much for your discomfort, but he could sure as hell keep your sleep schedule on track. 

You leaned your head against the window as he drove into town, your eyes hazy as you listened to his quiet humming of the song that played on the radio. “I like your singing,” you murmur as you look at all the lit up shops that passed by. “You should do it more often.”

Bradley laughed from beside you as he pulled into the drive thru. “I sing all the time for you, baby,”

“I know,” you say and lift your head, looking over at him while he eyed all the flavors to choose from. “But I can never get enough of you, you know that.”

He lifted his hand and ran his knuckles along the bone of your cheek, admiring the way your pretty face looked in the dim lighting of the Bronco. “The feeling is mutual,” he grinned at you when you turned your head to place a kiss to the back of his hand. “What kind are you wanting to get?”

You hum as you lean over the center console, reading over the various flavors. “Strawberry,” you decide and run your nose along the sharp angle of his jaw. “Please.”

After ordering two shakes, and asking for a spoon, Bradley pulled into one of the many available parking spaces. He pulled off the lid of your shake and stuck the plastic spoon in it before handing it over to you. 

He watched you carefully as he sipped on his own shake, holding back a laugh at how puffy your face is. Of course, you saw him shift out of the corner of your eye and turn to him with a raised brow. “Sorry,” he grinned and set his shake down in the cup holder. “You look like a chipmunk.”

You just shake your head at him and slurp on the spoon, waiting until the cold substance dripped down your throat before saying, “You’re laughing at me,” you state and hear him snort and cover his mouth. “I’m in pain and you’re laughing at me.”

That just made him laugh harder, and you found yourself smiling at the sound. “I’m sorry,” he says and reaches over to gently caress your swollen cheek. “You still look as hot as ever.”

You roll your eyes and bring another spoonful of the milkshake to your lips. “Liar,”

“I mean it,” he promised, running his fingers over your jaw in a feather light touch before pulling away. “You’re the sexiest chipmunk I’ve ever seen, baby.”

When you laugh loudly, you wince immediately after, and Bradley quickly decides that you’d most definitely be a lot more comfortable at home. 

“Alright, I think we should get going. Are you okay to…eat that while I drive?” He asked as he sipped on his chocolate shake. You wave him off and take a much smaller amount on the spoon, knowing that Bradley would go off on you for spilling anything in his precious Bronco, but you also knew he’d wait until after you were feeling better. The thought had a warm feeling spreading all over your body, as did his next words, “Okay, we’ll head home. You should take one of the antibiotics, first.”

You agree, and he holds your shake as you take the pill into your mouth. After rummaging around in the back with his free hand, Bradley hands you a warm water bottle, and he puts a reminder in his head to put the bottle in the fridge once he got home. 

“Okay?” He asked when you took back your milkshake. 

You nodded and have him a half smile, “It’s probably going to make me tired,”

“I know, that’s a good thing. You should be pretty tired by the time we get back home, and then you can go to bed and sleep off a bit of the pain,” he pointed out as he put the Bronco in reverse. Before he actually started moving, he gave you a serious look. “Do not spill that shake, pretty girl.”

You laugh quietly and give him a side glance as you sipped a bit of the milkshake from the cup.

“I mean it, baby,” he was only half serious in his warning as he started the short ride back home, one hand on the wheel while his other one held his plastic cup. “That cute face will only get you so far.”

You just shake your head and lean over to press a kiss to his cheek that you couldn’t feel yourself do. Your lips were still numb, so you were really trying to be as careful as possible with not spilling your milkshake. 

Luckily, you arrived back home without letting a drop hit a single spot in the interior of his Bronco, and Bradley gave you a chocolate tasting kiss as a reward as he led you back up to the house. 

Once you were in your room, he helped dress you in one of his shirts and sweats. After concluding that the bleeding had stopped, he decided there was no need to shove move gauze into your mouth, as that would most likely make it start to bleed again. 

He pulled back the covers and sat down next to you, smiling down at your emotionless face and tired eyes. “You doing okay?” He asked as he brushed away some of your hair. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, taking his hand in yours and trying to kiss it. He just grinned at your attempt. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Bradley leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. “I always will, you know that,” you nodded as he pulled away and stood up. “Do you want an ice pack for the night? Might help with the swelling.”

After thinking about it, you nod and wait for him to return back into the room with the ice pack. He wrapped it in a dish towel and gently placed it against your jaw before stripping down into just his boxer briefs. 

He settles down in bed behind you, hesitant to touch you at the moment in case you needed space. When you just laughed quietly and grabbed his hand so you could wrap his arm around your waist, he inched closer to you and allowed you to rest the ice pack between his shoulder and your jaw. He was glad he put the towel around it, but he also wouldn’t have minded having to feel it unwrapped against his bare shoulder. He’d suck it up for you. 

“I love you, pretty girl,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you,” you mumbled back, snuggling closer to him as the effects of the antibiotics began taking over your body. 

As Bradley held you while you slept, he felt glad that he was the one you wanted to look after you. He loved you beyond words and he felt as though this was the beginning of his attempts to even out the balance in your relationship. It was you who constantly looked after him, and though he loved it, he also felt guilty that there weren’t many occasions where he was the one who looked after you. 

After spending the day taking care of your every need and being the one person you wanted to see you vulnerable, he decided that after this he would put more effort into showing you how much he appreciated and adored you. 

He was ready to move onto a new chapter in his life with you by his side, if the small box tucked away in his box of collectable cards was anything to go by. 

All he had to do was hope you’d say yes.

[topgunruinedme]

Duel - Part One

Synopsis: Bob ends up in a love triangle, and the poor man hadn’t realized he was in; until he was ambushed by both parties. But Ice is there to get him out of the mess he found himself in. Bob x Hangman x Rooster.

Prologue, Master List

Bradly ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Bob was used to blending into the background, being the person that usually left to get the new drinks. The person who listened to people’s story’s instead of sharing his own, the person that only offered his input when someone needs defending. He didn’t miss Phoenix offended look when he did, he didn’t bother attempting again. Bars weren’t his scene, and it was obvious to anyone who looked, he didn’t drink. He sat in a chair on the back wall watching the others play pool or joke around while he drank his soda that Penny made for him and eat his nuts.

He stood to return his glass to Penny at the bar when Rooster swung his arm over Bobs shoulder, the man grinned at him from under his aviators. “Hey Bob!” Rooster swayed slightly as he walked beside him to the bar his arm never leaving his shoulder. “Rooster” Bob said patiently, the man was tipsy no doubt about it. “Where are you going man?” Rooster frowned, “what did I say about calling me Rooosterrr?” the man slurred as he attempted his call sign, Bob signed “Bradly” he corrected himself and was rewarded with a beaming smile. He ducked under the man’s arm and placed his empty cup on Penny’s busy bar the woman shot him a grateful smile which he returned softly; he placed it carful behind the bar where he knew the sinks were before chucking the empty nut cup into the bin. Bradly was leaning against the bar watching him, “I’m going back to base Bradly” he told the man patiently avoiding the arm that reached out to stop him. The man was frowning again, “then ill walk you back” he concluded, Bob wanted to close his eyes in expatiation. “Rooster, we drove here” he said patiently ignoring the use of the call sign, “and Phoenix is meant to be driving you back” he added. That hadn’t persuaded the man as they walked out of the club, he simply rolled his eyes as the man pulled himself clumsily into his truck.  He got into the car silently turning on the engine and waiting for Rooster to put his own seat belt on as he messaged Phoenix.

Trix, Taking Rooster back to base.

The reply didn’t take long, despite the loud and crowded bar. She was inapt in keeping up with messages, he knew she had her own personal vibration for him.

BB, Thanx.

He signed ensuing Roosters seatbelt was on before pulling out of the parking lot, he didn’t pay much attention to the drive besides the fact Rooster was staring at him. He was leaning against the door looking at him his brows were pinch together as if he was thinking about something he didn’t quite understand. He shifted uncomfortable with the sudden attention of his teammate, “you aright over there, Rooster?” eh asked to break the silence the man blinked in surprise, “What?”. He sounded confused, “You’re not going to be sick? You look a bit peaky” Bob probed, Rooster huffed and shifted his gaze out the window and Bob relaxed he hadn’t relaxed how uncomeatable he had been. “No” Rooster said sharply and ignored him for the rest of the drive leaving them in silence beside the quite radio. Bob lip twitched slightly started to hum softly to ‘It girl’ by Jason Derulo, it had been his sisters favourite song when they were in high school, she would sing it at every chance she could the long burned into his head. He should call her soon it had been a while. He could see Roosters lip twitch into a slight smile in the corner of his eyes.

Bob flushed slightly as the next song came on ‘Wish you were gay’ by Claud, he was never listening to his sister’s playlist with his teammates in his car ever again. His hand shot out to turn the radio off when Rooster's hand grabbed his stopping him, he was looking at him in curiosity “leave it”. Slowly he pulled away from the man focusing on driving they were on base; it wouldn’t do any good to crash into a plane.

As the last few beats of the song finished, he pulled into the parking lot and turned the car off, he slipped out of the car and grabbed the bag from the back of his truck and found Rooster waiting for him at the front of his car. He didn’t so much mind walking with the man, their rooms were in the same wing having all been moved together after the last mission. There was Hangman, Coyote, Payback, fanboy then across from them was Phoenix, Bob, Maverick, and Rooster. Mav had chosen to stay on base with them while he was watching over them, instead of making the trip back to his hanger every night. It gave Rooster and Maverick time to rekindle, it was hit-and-miss most days. Unfortunately, being in the room next to both of them, meant he heard most fights and unfortunately the walls were thin. Meaning he also heard most of Maverick's private phone calls. That was not something he wanted to do again, the first time was accidental he was asleep when he woke up to someone groaning, he had thought someone had hurt themselves or that the old man had done something stupid again, that was until the man moaned out someone’s name. he was too stunned to realize whose and just hightailed to Phoenix room begging to stay the night with her. She had looked at his flushed face and just laughed letting him in. The man had apologized after Payback made a comment on the thin walls and hearing Hangman all the time, when Bob had agreed and causally mentioned overhearing Maverick on the phone the man's head shot up so fast, he was afraid the man had whiplash as he turned to him. “All of them?”, Bob wanted to die then “all of them” he stressed his cheeks dusted pink and Hangman died of laughter.

He has been lost in thought and hadn’t realised that Rooster who was still trashed, had started babbling to him until the man grabbed him and stopped them in front of Roosters room. He stared at him strangely serious, “Rooster?” he asked in confusion. He hardly had ay time to react before he was pushed back into the wall pinned between in and Roosters body, his bag dropped from his bag as his wrists were captured by Rooster pinning him to the wall beside his waist.

“Rooster!” he protested, as the man slid a knee between his legs and Roosters head ducked forward, his lips were strangely rough. They scratched against him, bruising his own soft lips, but the kiss was full of passion despite its sloppy execution. Rooster pushed his body weight onto him as he pulled the WSO bottom lip into his mouth as he pulled away.

Tucking his head to the side to whisper in Bob’s ear, the man’s moustache scratching across his skin leaving a burning sensation.

“Goodnight Robert”, it was softly spoken in his ear before the man pulled back suddenly and stepped into his room the door shutting, gone.

Bob stood there slightly stunned, what the hell just happened?

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

After the first incident with Rooster he tried to keep some distance between them, after all it wasn’t often one of his teammates hold him completely helpless and snogged him against the hallway of their rooms. Only it does happen again, only this time it wasn’t Rooster.

Rooster looked slightly hurt at the sudden space between them, and how Bob always had an excuse to avoid being left alone with him. He couldn’t bring himself to tell the man, how could he tell the man that he a god who could have anyone he wanted had gotten completely trashed and decided to snog the closest person. Bob, the WSO who was the least attractive in their group, who was still too many seen as the ‘baby’. He couldn’t do it, so he resulted in shutting the man out, Phoenix had been hurt as well at the sudden exclusion of the 3rd member of their friend group. But he couldn’t tell her either so instead he secluded himself from them both, he couldn’t bare being the reason they stopped being friends. With the record Rooster had against Maverick he couldn’t take the chance. He instead searched for friends outside their groups and oddly became fast friends with Jake.

He could often be seen with the man around base, weather just by his side or trading jokes. Jake was nice to him, going out of his way to find him after a bad hop, or ensuring he was safe visiting him in the med bay. Jake went out of his way offering to stay with him instead of going out on the town on their off days. Often finding themselves in Bob’s room while Jake channel surfed laying back on his bed like he belonged their and Bob reading a book I the chair by the window. They had a training exercise coming up in a few days and to his surprise it was Jake who suggested it.

Jake never wanted to study; he suspected the man had a personal grudge against it. So why was he offering to study in his dorm? But despite his confusion he accepted the mans offer.

That’s how he found himself hunched over the desk papers and flying manuals scattered across it as he read them, Jake was actually attempting to study to his surprise. But he suspected the man gave into boredom a while ago from the doodles across the columns of the page the man was reading. Bob grinned at the man who didn’t even bother to hide the doodles, Jake signed from his place lying his stomach on the ground and stood stretching him back wincing as it cracked. He gave Bob a soft smirk, coming over to the desk and moving the man’s books placing his arse on the desk. Bob moved and worked around the man sitting on the desk, practically in between is legs had been an inch to the left. He had assumed Jake would try and disturb him far quicker than this, but he apricated that the man had held out to allow him to study.

“Bob” Jake was looking at him an eyebrow raised he was leaning forward his hands balancing himself on the chairs arm rest, so he didn’t fall of the desk as he covered over Bob. “You back with me” Jake lip twitched in amusement, “uh- yeah” Bob blinked and smiled at the man “Thanks”. Jake was good at picking up on his moods and when his mind spaced out and he always attempted to bring him back.

Jake leaned back when Bob stood and cracked his own back giving him an easy smile as the man stood as well following him to the other side of the room, he grabbed him water bottle from the bedside table next to Jakes own which he passed the man. Once they had drunk a significant amount and both bottles were returned Bob slumped back into the desk chair. Letting out a slight groan as Jakes hands found there way to his shoulders as he moved his fingers is a delicious pattern. It was magnificent, he groaned again arching his back letting his head fall to one side revealing his necks as he took a deep breath in.  he whimpered slightly when Jakes hands stopped moving, his neck that had been pinching him was significantly looser. He turned his head to talk to Jake only to find the space empty, he frowned tuning in the chair and standing. “Jake?” Jake stepped forward from his other side, he hadn’t even looked that way, when Jakes hand found his way to his lips nudging him back against the desk. It dug slightly into his back as Jake ducked down placing a soft kiss on his lips.

It was nothing like Roosters kiss, it was softer; their lips molded to each other as Jake pushed him closer to attempt to be closer to him. One of Jakes hands sliding up to cup one side of his cheeks, Bob couldn’t help but clutch the man’s shirt as Jake togue slipped into his mouth as he strokes his softly, his lips catching his bottom lip and pulling on it gently as he pulled away out of his grip. Jake stood there panting over him starting down at him with a foreign expression, he stared up at the man unsure how he felt. Jake pulled back suddenly, and Bob could only watch leaning heavy on the desk, the phantom feeling of Jakes teeth tugging on his bottom lip burned on his mind as the man fled the dorm. He panted trying to regain some breath his hand flying up to fix his hair, what the hell is going on? And what the bloody hell was he going to do?

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A/N: I apologies if I left anyone out.

[norabrice1701]

Twist My Heart - Ch. 4

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

- A TG:M Twister AU -

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Also on AO3

Ch. 4 Warnings: Mature sexual content; explicit language; tornadoes and associated drama/trauma

“Where is it?” Bradly murmured, glancing around as he steadied the wheel. The SUV rolled down the wet pavement as gray curtains of rain fell around them. The windshield wipers put up a valiant fight, but they did little to improve visibility. 

“Dagger 1, if you’re going east on 247, it should be coming straight towards you.” Nat’s voice conveyed full confidence and made Bradley’s stomach sink. He cast a glance at a passing road sign before checking the compass direction illuminated in the rearview mirror.

“Shit.” Jake breathed, realizing their position matched Nat’s road number and turning around in his seat. ‘Where the fuck is it?” 

“Anything behind us?” Bradley asked, caught in the moment between slamming on the brakes or flooring the gas pedal. 

“Nothing.” He shuffled the camera in his lap, leaning forward to better study the overhead sky as he reached for the radio. “Dagger 2 - we don’t have a visual. Repeat, no visual.” 

“Atmosphere is very unstable,” Fanboy added with a whistle of disbelief. “It won’t stick around long, but man… we’re getting pounded by rain.” 

Jake shook his head, scanning around. “Dagger 3 - do we have touchdown? Or just radar confirmation?” 

“Stand by, Dagger 1.” 

Bradley leaned harder on the gas pedal. “Do you think we should get off this road?” 

“Not without a visual.” Jake countered with a shake of his head, raising his camera. The soft shutter clicks disappeared in the rushing rain blowing against the SUV and the roaring wind around them. “Just look at that, will ya… rain bands.” 

Bradley’s hair stood on end as he glanced over. In the driving rain, he could just make it out - the waves of water rolling off the rows of crops, the surf that reminded him of ocean waves on a beach. 

“Shit, horizontal rain.” Bradley agreed, glancing up at the in-ceiling speaker as if that would change the radio setting. “Daggers 2 and 3, we’ve got horizontal rain.” 

“Dagger 1,” Fanboy comes back on. “Touchdown confirmed on the ground, but she’s jumping around… the core builds, then backbuilds-” 

“Get out of there, Dagger 1.” Nat interrupts. “Repeat - get out now!” 

Jake shook his head, glancing up through the camera lens. “We’re right under the flanking line.” He looked over at Bradley and the approaching side-road ahead. “We can’t attack this thing from the south - we’re gonna get rolled.” 

It was still the best - and only - exit route they had, and Bradley gripped the wheel tighter. “Watch me.” His foot shifted to the brake pedal, slowing them down to turn off the main highway. The rearview mirror compass shifted to north, and Bradley pressed into his seat as he floored the gas pedal. Wind whipped around them, ripping up crops and sweeping loose underbrush down the road. Rain mixed with dirt, swirling in an ominous vortex that filled his driver’s door window. His stomach dropped to his feet as every survival instinct kicked into gear. 

They were out of time. 

He slammed on the brakes and Jake braced against the dashboard as Bradley angled the SUV. Scanning the roadside, the drainage ditch presented their only option.

“Fuck,” Jake yelled over the roaring wind, reaching for his seatbelt. “We gotta get out of here!”

“The ditch!” Bradley called out, releasing his own seatbelt. “Stay low and get down!” 

Jake threw his door open, relatively protected from the onslaught on the driver’s side and dashed out as Bradley clambered over the center console. The raging storm overwhelmed his senses as rain stung his skin and roaring winds deafened him. In the sheets of rain, he followed Jake down into the ditch, dropping to his stomach beside the other man, heedless of the brown water that ran around them. Fortunately, the water wasn’t deep enough to submerge them, but enough to thoroughly soak their clothes on top of the rain, and as much as he wanted to see the oncoming funnel, he ducked his head. Human instinct and training compelled him to clasp his hands protectively behind his head, though objectively he never believed that would truly save him. The stagnant, sewage scent of the ditch reached his nose and he closed his eyes to ride it out.

Movement scrambled off to his right, and he lifted his head, opening his eyes just in time to helplessly watch Jake dart out of the ditch. A soundless cry left Bradley’s lips as his heart stopped. The tornado whirled down the road, chewing up the earth in its path and wildly buffeting the SUV as Jake approached in a low sprinting run. He reached out for a black object laying in the mud, clutching it close and scurrying back. A tree branch whipped past, and Jake dove into the ditch with a splashing spray of brown water. Only as Jake ducked back into relative safety beside him did Bradley realize that the black object in his hand was his goddamn fucking camera. 

Incredulous anger boiled within him, building as the storm’s roaring intensity pulled away. Rain still fell and winds still battered them, and it was too early to trust a return to the SUV just yet… but that didn’t stop Bradley from lunging at Jake. He knocked the blonde onto his side, wrenching him onto his back in the putrid water. Bradley’s eyes blazed with wild fury as he scowled down at Jake. “What the fuck were you doing?” He thumped a hand against Jake’s chest. “You should have stayed down! Your fucking camera is not. Fucking. Worth it!” 

Jake blinked up at him through the falling rain, taking in Bradley’s face with wide eyes for the space of several breaths. His soaked Dagger Labs polo clung to his skin and his hair matted flat to his head, but he never looked more beautiful or more alive, and Bradley just wanted to kiss him and never stop. He wanted to… to strangle Jake until he saw sense, until he understood how lost Bradley would be without him. 

The corner of Jake’s mouth lifted and he raised his voice above the rain. “You won’t get rid of me that easily, Rooster.” He searched Bradley’s face for another long minute as they lay in the mud and rain. “But Mav would have if I lost that memory stick.” 

Bradley stared back, dumbfounded. “Your sense of self-preservation is so fucked up.” 

Jake chuckled, eyes bright with the rush of adrenaline to match the exerted flush on his cheeks. “That’s why you love it.” 

That’s why I love you. 

The visceral force of the realization punched Bradley in the gut and he wanted to shout it from rooftops, whisper it in Jake’s ear, never stop saying it. To do everything he could to make Jake see the truth. But the pounding force of the rain faded to a light sprinkle as the storm’s intense front passed, and Bradley stalled. His head spun from the overwhelming moment as he struggled to process everything that just happened. 

He exhaled deeply, unclenching his fingers from Jake’s sopping shirt and rolling over onto his back. Closing his eyes, he let the rain wash over his face and tried to clear his head. Jake shuffled beside him, and as the adrenaline rush died down, the first tendrils of exhaustion reared their head. 

“At least the SUV is still upright,” Jake’s voice sounded above him. “Windshield’s cracked good, but otherwise, it looks okay.” 

Bradley nodded gently and the motion stirred up the pungent odor that clung to him. Rotting mud, stagnant swamp, and old manure were familiar, if annoying friends. He wanted to scrub a hand over his face, but it wouldn’t do any good. “We’re going to need hepatitis shots again, aren’t we…” 

“Yeah,” Jake agreed. “I’m not even chancing that shit.” 

WIth great effort, Bradley rolled over onto his side and sat up. His soaked jeans instantly chafed his skin and his own Dagger Labs polo stuck unpleasantly to his torso. Rain dripped from his mustache and hair as he glanced back at the SUV. “Come on,” he said, slowly rising to his feet. “We need to check in with the others.” 

The memory assaults him nonstop, even hours later. Bradley slouches in the passenger seat, happy to have relinquished the keys to Jake a couple hours ago. The storm has cut a swath of destruction through the rural countryside, and local news stations still haven’t reported the full extent of damages, but as best they can tell, several counties appear to have a massive power outage. 

The empty road is their only companion as day yields to night and the drive passes in silence. Unfortunately, it gives Bradley too much time to think. Too much time to replay the day’s earlier events and find no more answers. It’s hardly the first time that he or Jake have experienced such danger on the job. Hell, it’s not even the first time that Jake’s come close to serious injury or death, but this time… it hits differently. 

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

The words repeat with the steady beat of his heart, still a realization that strikes him to his core. Of course, he’s had a stupid crush on Jake since they first met - but love? Actual life-changing, heart-wrenching, soul-crushing love? When did that happen? And how? A low throbbing ache grows in the back of his head, and he lets his eyes sink closed. 

Exhaustion gnaws at him. Well, both of them, really. They had already seen plenty of action earlier in the day before they were forced to bail into that ditch, and after the long day, the multiple adrenaline spikes have taken their toll. 

Despite the full-blast air conditioner, the odors of wet mud and rotting pasture linger in the SUV. Even though they changed out of their sodden jeans and shirts into dry clothing, the grit and grime still clings to their skin, and Bradley would strongly consider selling his soul for a shower right now. Especially if they can’t find a hotel with power sometime soon.

“Oh, thank Christ.” Hangman’s voice, rough from recent disuse, slices through his drowsy thoughts. “I was beginning to wonder if we’d have to go all the way to Kansas.” 

Bradley cracks a heavy eyelid open, breath catching at the glow of neon lights ahead. He can’t tell if it’s actually a township or just a populated intersection, but he doesn’t care as he studies the approaching buildings. The bright yellow glow of a Shell gas station flanks the right side of the road, and the opposite hosts a small motel. A twinkling sign reads ‘The Stardust Motel’ with small print to advertise its vacancies and color TV rooms. The whole place screams 1950s atomic space era decor, and Bradley gets a strange sense of time displacement as Jake applies the brakes. 

Golden light shines out of the front office, and Jake makes no qualms about stopping the SUV front and center under the tiny awning. Bradley’s stiff muscles protest, pulling a tired groan from him as he steps out into the muggy night. Compared to the SUV interior, it’s a breath of fresh wind, but the blast of Pine-Sol scented air in the lobby hits him like a smelling salt as a little bell tinkles overhead. 

A portly man in overalls rises to his feet, summoning a smile over his reading glasses. “Howdy, there.” He greets, nodding at both of them before his face falls with concern. “Good gracious, you boys look like ten miles of bad road.” 

Jake dials up a charming smile through his exhaustion. “Well, that’s good to hear because we feel more like 50.” 

The man offers a soft, kind chuckle. “Well, then how can I help you boys?”

“We’d like a room, please.”

“Just one?” The man darts an uneasy glance between them. 

Jake nods. “Yeah, just one - the boss is so cheap he makes us share.” He gestures vaguely over at Bradley, and all too slowly, he remembers that he had changed into another Dagger Labs branded polo shirt. He doesn’t know if Jake has another company shirt in his bag, but the tight fit of the black t-shirt he now wears is borderline obscene. 

The man behind the desk offers a nod in understanding as he limps along the length of the counter. “You boys salesmen, then? Out working so late?” 

Bradley smiles tiredly and tries not to laugh. He wants to ask how many other salesmen come near midnight with mud in their hair and reeking of drainage ditch, but decides against it. “No,” he answers softly. “Actually, we’re storm chasers.” 

The man’s eyes light up as he reaches for the register book. “Did y’all hear about them tornadoes south of here earlier today? Sounds like they packed quite a wallop!” 

Jakes stiffens in his peripheral vision as the tornado’s freight train roar still echoes in his ears. Working a hard swallow down his throat, he nods. “Yeah, we… uh, we heard.” 

“They’re saying at least two counties are without power and may be for sometime. The poor devils,” the man laments before licking a finger and turning to a fresh page. “I just hope that no one was hurt too badly.” 

The flipside reality of storm chasing is what Bradley hates most. For as much as he chooses to put himself in a storm’s path and accept the consequences, there are always victims - some innocent with ignorance, some guilty with poor assumptions - but in those moments for him, when the adrenaline fades and data is assessed, the toll exacted by mother nature is tallied. Lives destroyed, families torn apart, physical landscape forever altered. 

Jake nods quickly, reaching for his wallet. “Fortunately, the EMS teams are pretty good at what they do.” He looks at the proffered register book, entering his name and handing over a credit card. 

The man behind the desk gives it a swipe before handing it back with a pleased smile. “Thank you, Mr. Seresin. We’re happy to have you and your colleague here at The Stardust Motel in good ole Aline for as long as you need.”

Aline, Oklahoma.

So that’s where they are. 

Jake nods, accepting his card back. “Thank you very much, but we just plan to be here for the one night.” 

“Fine by me. Name’s Wilbur, and I’ll be here until 6 AM if you need anything.” He closes the register and darts another cautionary glance up at them. “Though, I dare say all the other guests are more’n likely already asleep since it’s so late, so no tomfoolery now, ya hear?”

Jake’s face is the picture of innocence. “Oh, absolutely not, sir. We’ll be quiet as church mice,” he casts an obnoxiously teasing glance over towards him. “Won’t we, Bradley?”

The tips of Bradley’s ears go pink without his permission. “Oh, of course. Won’t disturb anyone. Uh, good night.” He offers Wilbur a farewell nod as Jake does the same and they push back out the door into the humid night. They climb back into the SUV and he glares over at Jake. “Just what the fuck was that about? ‘Quiet as church mice’?” 

The SUV engine rumbles to life under Jake’s hand. “Just wanted to make sure you were still with me. Looked a little dead on your feet in there.” 

“Yeah, well. So did you.” It’s not his most clever or mature line, but he’s too exhausted to care. All he wants is a shower and bed, in that order. 

Jake pulls the SUV around, squinting at the room number signs until he finds the one he’s looking for and parks. Reaching into the backseat, they grab their duffles and laptop backpacks before locking up. Hopefully the stale, musty smell in the SUV will fade by morning. It makes the wall of frigid but still Pine-Sol scented air of their room all the more shocking as they step inside. 

A kaleidoscope of pale pinks, light greens, and cheery yellows surround them. The room has telltale signs of its age with peeling wallpaper and thick layers of silicone caulking around the baseboards, but it looks clean. Or at least, clean enough. It’s far from the worst place that Bradley’s crashed while on the job, and the bed - while looking suspiciously like a double - beckons him. 

Maybe he’ll rethink that shower, after all.

He drops his bags to the floor and flops on the bed, stomach down. The mattress springs bounce with a worn, creaky rattle, but it has just enough cushion. His heavy eyelids drop closed as he takes a deep breath.

“If you make the bed smell like shit, I swear you’re sleeping on the floor.” Jake says as he brushes past, jarring Bradley’s extended boot-clad foot on his way to the bathroom. A plume of yellow light shines out from the interior room, and a half-grin warms Bradley’s face as he watches Jake stand in the doorway, sweeping his gaze around in a top-to-bottom survey of the bathroom. 

“Does it meet your standards, princess?” Bradley calls out, rewarded when Jake turns back with the edge of a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. 

He flips his middle finger before reaching for the door handle. “Remember what I said about the floor, sweetheart.” 

It doesn’t take long after that for water to start running in the shower. Bradley doesn’t hear the sound of a ventilation fan motor, so he hopes that Jake doesn’t turn the small room into a sauna, though it’s a foolish hope. He’s shared enough rooms with Jake Seresin to know that the man prefers his showers hotter than hell and takes an inordinate amount of time with his skincare in the morning. But the siren’s song of the decent mattress calls to Bradley’s exhaustion and he lets his eyes close as he listens to the shower’s lulling waterfall. 

Only once it stops and silence returns does Bradley blink awake. Or has he not been asleep? It’s hard to say as a yawn hinges his jaw and his muscles feel too heavy to move. He glances over at the bathroom door, realizing it’s not fully closed and his mouth goes dry. In the sliver of yellow light, the full expanse of Jake’s tanned skin is on display. With his back turned as he scrubs a towel through his hair, Bradley can see the push and pull of strong muscles all the way down Jake’s spine that end in a pert backside and taper down lean legs. Oh, what Bradley wouldn’t give to map such an inviting display with his tongue. Would he find places that make Jake gasp? That make him whine? That make him beg for everything that Bradley has to give him? 

Arousal sparks in his veins and his cock twitches with eager interest against the mattress. His cheeks flame with sudden alert embarrassment as he quickly looks away. This is hardly the time or place to ogle his coworker, or to let his body run away with him. It’s just another night sharing a hotel room with Jake, like the countless others that have come before it. It shouldn’t be a big deal, no matter how tired he is. 

Or so he has to keep reminding himself as he summons his strength and pushes up from the bed. He half listens in a drowsy haze, removing his boots as Jake brushes his teeth and uses the toilet before exiting the bathroom. The relief of being that much closer to sleep motivates Bradley to stand and grab his duffel bag before disappearing into the bathroom. Though, unlike Jake, he’s careful to make sure the door is fully closed before undressing. 

By the time he finishes and turns off the bathroom light, the comforter rests on the floor, Jake is a shirtless lump under the sheet, and Bradley’s eyes close before his head hits the pillow. 

Sunlight peeks through the hastily drawn curtains, stirring him awake. True to his nick-namesake, Bradley’s never been a late sleeper. Even after long days, sleep just doesn’t stay with him. 

He shifts against the pillow, drawing a deep breath as he relishes in the wall of solid warmth against his chest. Cool drafts from the air conditioner blow over him, and slowly, he realizes how little of the bedsheet he has left. 

Jake, his mind supplies. The man’s always been a bedsheet thief - more than once Bradley’s woken up to find all the becovers stolen and himself crowding Jake’s personal space in search of warmth. 

Like now. Jake’s sleep-warmed skin lies just a hair’s width away from his chest - except for the arm that Bradley has tucked under the pillow. His forearm rests right against the line of Jake’s spine, a veritable furnace of heat that beckons Bradly to burrow closer. 

And he wants to. Oh, how he wants to. His hips twitch against the mattress, and despite his drowsy, relaxed state, his cock aches. Especially as he takes another breath and inhales the intoxicating scent of Jake’s skin. Bradley’s never figured out how Jake always manages to smell so damn irresistible. No matter the quality of hotel soaps and shampoos - Jake’s subtly spicy and even subtler citrusy scent drives him wild. 

He shifts against the pillow, basking in the cool fabric against his cheek as he tucks in closer to Jake. It just feels right to be so close to him, to have him so near. Though his arm tingles with the pins and needles of paresthesia, and he pulls it free of the pillow. Lazily, he drapes it along his side, only half-aware when it slides off and grazes Jake’s hip. 

That’s much better. He draws another deep breath, losing himself in Jake’s close presence. Rubbing his cheek against the pillow, his nose brushes the back of Jake’s neck and a shiver ripples along his skin as he stiffens. 

Up close, Jake’s skin smells even more divine. Bradley’s mouth waters with the urge to taste it, to learn just how much of Jake’s skin carries that dizzying scent. His fingers twitch against Jake’s hip, and the blonde stirs. 

Awareness slams through Bradley, cutting through his half-delirious and fully-aroused fog. He registers the heat that scorches his skin, the desperate pound of his heart, and the overwhelming urge to never let Jake go. None of it is helped when Jake shifts against the mattress, pushing his hips back. 

Bradley can’t breathe for the pleasure that shocks him. Jake must feel him, erect and hard and heavy and trapped against his backside, but if the move was accidental, Jake doesn’t pull away. Bradley forces a hard swallow down his throat as he tries to get his runaway body under control. In all the years sharing a bed with Jake, it’s never come to this. But after yesterday… maybe Bradley just needs the reassurance that Jake is still alive, still here. 

Still with him. 

He nuzzles against Jake’s neck, unable to stop himself. Some part of Bradley’s heart cracks wide open and he lets his arm fall across Jake’s stomach to hold him close. He can’t find any words - his love for Jake transcends words - and he exhales shakily against Jake’s skin as if to convey the emotion bursting in his chest. 

Jake shifts against him again, this time with a low groan that speaks straight to heat burning Bradley’s belly. His breathing quickens as Jake’s head turns, dropping a shoulder to roll towards him. Bradley’s mind screams at the realization, at recognition of the open invitation as he catches a glimpse of Jake’s eyes. 

His lovely green eyes are still soft with sleep, but bright with desire. A hint of vulnerable need lurks in the corners of his gaze, and Bradley’s heart pounds with the desperate urge to give Jake whatever he needs to make it disappear. The thick air suffocates him as their mouths hover so close, caught in the final breath that separates them. 

It would be so easy to just lean forward, to finally learn the shape of Jake’s inviting mouth, to learn the taste of his kiss. To abandon himself to a kiss that - 

A kiss that won’t mean anything to Jake, but will upend Bradley’s world. 

The breath punches from Bradley’s chest as he abruptly rolls away. His heart slams against his ribs as his body burns with denial of everything that he craves. Over the rush of blood in his ears, he hears Jake exhale a shuddering sigh behind him. He forces a swallow down his dry throat, trying to get his heart rate under control. 

The bed shifts behind him, and his heart sinks as the sheet lifts and Jake’s weight disappears off the mattress. Bradley pinches his eyes shut, shame washing over him as he listens to Jake dig around in his duffel bag. There’s no reason for him to feel this way - he owes Jake nothing, after all, and Jake didn’t take any initiative himself - so… just what the fuck is happening? 

A dull thud of rubber shoe soles hitting the hard carpet reaches his ears. Dread gnaws at Bradley as he summons his voice. “Where are you going?”

“Out for a run.” Jake answers, voice tight. “You woke me up so damn early, might as well make the most of it.” 

Bradley closes his eyes again as he resists the urge to bury his face in the pillow. Another wave of shame washes over him, this time tinged with guilt. He thinks about his own running shoes in his bag but can’t bring himself to move. “It’s too damn early for that.” 

The whisper of threading shoelaces sounds across the room before Jakes speaks. “Hypocrisy  doesn’t suit you, Roo.” 

Bradley nearly groans with a wave of frustration. Usually, his early-to-rise tendencies lend themselves towards morning runs, but not this morning. “Yeah,”  he hears himself say, “but not after…” He trails off even as the rest of the thought reverberates in his mind.

Not after I almost lost you. Not when I love you and you don’t love me. 

But all that greets him is the opening and closing of the motel room door. It leaves him with the burn of regret, the whine of the air conditioner unit, and the persistence of memory.  

Jake groaned into the pillow. “Okay, Rooster… I get it. You don’t have to get up at the ass crack of dawn every goddamn morning.” 

Bradley smiled wryly. “Gee, you say the sweetest things.” 

A grunt sounded from the bed as Jake rolled over onto his back, raising a hand to flip him the bird. “I hope you trip on a pothole.”

“Nothing says you can’t come with me, you know.” He replied, unfazed as he tied the laces of his running shoes. 

“Running’s bad enough later in the day, let alone first thing.” 

He stood upright, raising his arms in an overhead stretch. “A necessary evil, though. Unless you want to turn into a wheezing, jelly-like lump of protoplasm.” 

A pale green eye flew open with sudden alertness as Jake’s brow furrowed. “That’s freakishly specific, man.” 

“But effective motivation.” Bradley’s gaze dropped to the floor as he bent over to touch his toes. “You can’t deny that your workout routine isn’t fueled by a similar vanity.” 

Jake snorted as the mattress springs creaked. “There’s a big difference between vanity and being a jelly-like lump of protoplasm.” He reached his arms up towards the headboard, groaning as he stretched against the mattress. “Just because I intend to run until I have to walk, walk until I have to stagger or lurch - crawl, even - doesn’t mean I have to do it at the same time of day as you, or do it for the same reason that you do.” 

“Then, why?” Rooster challenged, letting his gaze rake down Jake’s rumped form in the bedsheets. His blonde hair rested loose and soft against his forehead, and the sheet rode just above his naval, showcasing the well-built, bare expanse of his chest as he glanced up at Bradley from under his lashes. 

“Because there’s nothing quite like your heart racing on the redline and the golden glow of recovery afterwards,” Jake drawled, low and velvety. “And just stopping that would be like…  well, stopping storm chasing after the perfect encounter, or turning celibate after the perfect orgasm. And there’s no chance in hell that either of those are happening.” 

The tips of Bradley’s ears burned as he mouth suddenly went dry. He couldn't tell if there was an invitation in Jake’s voice or his open posture, but he didn’t doubt the shallow nature of it. And Bradley refused to set himself up for that kind of hurt by falling into Hangman’s noose. Slowly, he nodded. “Makes sense. Adrenaline junkie equals endorphin junkie, after all.” 

Jake clicked his tongue in mild reproach. “Still missing the point.”

A wave of irritation rippled up Bradley’s spine and he debated just leaving the hotel room, but his curiosity won out. “Then, what is the point?” 

Jake adjusted the spread of his legs beneath the sheet, settling into a lounge that oozed undeniable appeal and rushed blood straight to Bradley’s cock. Fuck, he really needed to get out of here before he did something stupid. But the slow grin stealing across Jake’s mouth held him in place. “That the human body can be operated with much greater enjoyment and confidence once you’ve explored its limits.” Jake’s voice dropped to a throaty, enticing purr. “Don’t you think?”  

Even to this day, Bradley doesn’t know how he summoned the strength to just leave Jake laying there. It had taken the whole duration of his run to get his body back under control and resist the urge to jump Jake where he lay. Like what he almost did this morning - when Jake lay there so perfectly, staring up at Bradley so gorgeously, when it would have been nothing and everything to just-  

Bradley pinches his eyes shut as his cock throbs. His skin burns against the bedsheet, desperate to scratch the itch that’s plagued him for so long. Not that he hasn’t fantasized about having Jake at his mercy or letting Jake manhandle him, but as he rises to head for the shower, indulging those fantasies this morning feels like betrayal. 

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Can you save me - Chapter eight

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x you

Summary: A hero arrived at North island to support Maverick on the Uranium plant mission preparation, underneath the though facade was a girl in desperate need of love, but can she love?

Warnings: TGM plot!, the mission, behind enemy lines, guns

A/N: this is pure fictional, I have no knowledge of the military and I know this is all not possible in real life, it’s all for the sake of the story.

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The day was finally there. Deployment. The mission. The day of mixed feelings. The soldier in everyone looked forward to this day, the person in everyone didn’t want to leave. The pilot in them wanted to fly the mission, the person in them wanted to be spare.

The days before deployment were intense, the pilots training it to the fullest, post-flight evaluations, you meeting your search and rescue team and in between Rooster learning you every inch of the carrier so could enter it comfortably. And of course sneaking around with Rooster on every single free minute you had, not minding if it was the examination room, a janitor closet, a storage locker in on the hangars or somewhere else.

Due to the confidentiality of the mission your team was small, extremely small. There was the pilot, who was very capable of defending his chopper and there was Tank, who’d be your partner in crime. He definitely hadn’t stolen his nickname, the man did look like a tank, he was broad. Broad as in stick Hangman and Coyote together. He was a scary dude, until he started talking about his pets. If you thought Bradly was cute when falling asleep on your lap when you were running your fingers through his hair, well this man looked like a teddybear with hearteyes when talking about his pets and showing pictures of them. 

The first days on the carrier were okay, after some adjusting you found your routine, keeping yourself busy not to think about mission-day. But it was time. The last debrief, Maverick finally pointing out who would fly and who not.

The tension was icy, yet there’s droplet of sweat on everyone’s forehead, including yours. Every second that passed felt like an hour. And then Maverick said it, you heard his name loud and clear, your heart skipped a couple of beats, your throat suddenly went dry and time seemed to have stopped. Rooster deserved the place, he had proven his worth the last couple of days, but something inside you had hoped he wouldn’t be chosen.

The rest of the briefing was a blur, you got back to reality when most pilots had left and Maverick was standing next to you and putting his hand on your shoulder. It calmed you, but you felt his nervousness.

“I know about you and Rooster, I see it in both your eyes. Thank you for loving him.”

“I, I, I think I do.” You stammered. It wasn’t just you liking him anymore, the realisation is hitting you that you’re truly loving him. The fact that you secretly didn’t want him to fly, the fact that you were afraid to loose him, that you grew used to having him around, waking up next to him and now being sure you want to stay here after this mission, all those feelings are now making sense to you. You had tell him before he leaves, just in case. You were lucky he wasn’t on the deck yet, so you could pull him apart for a moment.

“Be safe, I love you.” You gave him a small loving kiss before someone would pass by.

After your little moment with Rooster, which was way too short, you joined everyone on the deck to wish the daggers good luck.

“Phoenix, Bob, come here you two,” hugging them tightly, “Good luck, get back safe and bring him home too.”

“You really love him, I’m happy you realised. You deserve happiness.”

“Bob, you’re going to make me cry.”

“Have you told him?” You nodded to Phoenix.

“And it looks like those ain’t fighting anymore.” Bob said pointing to Rooster and Hangman talking to each other, normally.

“Thank god, but uh, I have to get back, make me proud.”

“Hey Ricochet!” Fanboy and Payback came running up to you.

“Hey guys, for you two the same, good luck, make me proud.”

“We, uhm,” Payback started.

“Want to say thank you, without you we wouldn’t be standing here.”

“You guys too, does everyone wants to see me cry, come here you dorks. Get back home safely okay?”

You were following the mission in the control room with Hondo and admirals Simpson and Bates when you heard Rooster’s and Maverick’s whisper in the comms “Come on Bradley, you can do it”. You believed in them, but you were nervous because you were not used being on the sidelines. This made you realise how Nate had felt when he sent you on a mission, this must have been awful, knowing all the crazy stunts you have pulled off. Your friend must have aged ten years with each mission you went on, or at least that was how you were feeling at the moment.

“We’ll do our best Ma’am.”

“They’re not there yet.” You mumbled after first Maverick and soon Rooster too successfully hitting the plant. You were holding your breath until the first SAM’s were activated, from that moment on you didn’t dare to open your eyes.Their agonising screaming going straight through your spine as they were under attack, it was a mess, but reminding yourself you needed to stay focused for them.

“Is the chopper ready?” you radioed your pilot quietly.

“Fuelled and ready to go when needed.”

“Dagger one is hit!”

Despite the other pilot’s asks to go after Maverick, Cyclone denied them all.

“Launch search and rescue” Bates tried to order.

“Negative, not with Bandits in the air.” Cyclone sternly answered.

“But sir, Maverick is still out there.” Hondo interrupted, wanting to do everything to save his friend.

“We are not losing anyone else today. Get em home now.”

“Cyclone, sir, with all due respect, you know my team can do this. You know.” You had to try too, but as you were negotiating with Cyclone “Dagger two is hit.” You felt a knife stabbing your heart, you couldn’t breath for a second. You recollected yourself as you saw the chaos in front of you and felt something inside you. Like someone from above needed you to get to action,

“Send me NOW” at this moment you didn’t care anymore if you would get dishonourably discharged, you needed to go.

“Approval, go.”

“Meet you guys in 10 hours.” Your pilot waved you and Tank off.

“Let’s hope that that’s enough to find them and get back.”

This is why they send you and Tank, you were the search team, on foot. It was too dangerous to search with a chopper with the possibility that there were still one or two bandits out there. With your training and knowing the boys, it wasn’t really hard to find idiot number 1 and idiot number 2. The problem was they too close to the blown up base.

“You two okay?” Tank asked when he started to check up on Maverick, you did the same with Rooster, but not before smacking him on the back of his head.

“You two shitheads scared the crap out all of us.”

“Wait, search and rescue are just two people?”

“And our pilot, but yeah two, one babysitter for each of you. And with you being here and not trying to get to the designated location, it is making things a lot more difficult.” You were so mad at him for not listening to you, but also so relieved to see him again after all the uncertainty. 

“Ricochet, girl, just kiss your boyfriend already, relax for one second. This might be the last chance before we’re going to start our journey back. I’m 15 years older, I know when you tried to hold everything back. Might have fooled the rest, not me.” You didn’t need to be told twice by your fellow operator to start kissing Bradley.

“I thought I’d lost you, I was so scared.” You whispered to Rooster.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking, I-”

“Tell me when we get back, we still have a long way to go to the pick-up location.” You interrupted him.

“Here,” while you handed over vests and a gun to both idiots, “you two still know how to shoot?”

“Should be no problem” Maverick answered, “you look, different, fully suited.” He was looking at you and your gear, resulting in you grinning at him.

“Okay, the rules, you two listen to us, when you see a bad guy, shoot. Understood?” Both men nodded. The moment you got out of the hiding spot, all of you were on full focus. The first 20 minutes went well, the four of you had made it around the base to the other side. But then yeah, the inevitable happened.

“Fuck, we’ve been discovered!” noticing the shouting and some gunshots further away, but closing in too quickly for your liking. Seeing the direction where they were approaching from, there was no other choice than to split up, otherwise you would all be one big easy target to aim at.

“You take them,” pointing at Rooster and Maverick, “I provide distraction.” Tank gave you a look. “What? They both can hide behind you.” You winked at him, also knowing you had better sharp shooting skills.

“No way in hell we’re leaving you behind. Don’t, please.” Rooster tried to protest.

“This is not up for debate, GO! I’ll see you at the pick-up point.” You split up from them, positioning yourself in a way you see the enemies coming and the rest leaving. You were able to distract the upcoming enemies long enough so they could get away, out of everyone’s sight and on the way to the pick-up point. After taking out a couple of enemies, you moved around not to compromise your exact location.

“Ric, are y.. okay? Can you hear …?” You heard Tank in your earpiece, but his voice was becoming more scrambled by the second, meaning they were about to get out of range for radio contact.

“Busy.” You mumbled out in between trying to defend yourself and escape the crazy zone. But as you were running, you felt a familiar feeling hitting your leg, and one scraping your arm. It felt warm, wet and started to sting.

“Oh shit.” You muttered while starting to feel dizzy.

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I posted 48 times in 2022

That's 11 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (90%)

5 posts reblogged (10%)

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I tagged 42 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#fanfic - 13 posts

#imagine - 12 posts

#x reader - 12 posts

#x y/n - 12 posts

#x yn - 10 posts

#fanfiction - 9 posts

#top gun - 8 posts

#🦫 - 8 posts

#top gun maverick - 8 posts

#😍 - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 97 characters

#we just decided it would be best/more efficient for us to have smut only available on one account

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello!

Could you write something that the reader, who is not a pilot and works with Penny, likes Jake very much, but is afraid to talk to him because she has not heard pleasant things about him? After they somehow meet (my preference is after the beach scene because why not hehe) they start spending more time together and so on. A bit fluffy and smutty if you can.

Thank you!!

Pay Your Tab

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, groping, smut references, language, angst, hickeys

Summary: Despite harboring crush on Hangman for a while, you’ve never acted on it due to other peoples’ opinion on him.. until now.

Word Count: 4.3k

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902 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

Hey!! Love you guys’ work. Could I request a Hangman x reader x Bob 👀 smut where the reader is either Hangman’s girlfriend or just a friend of both of them and Hangman is showing Bob how to treat a woman right (if u catch my drift)? Thanks! 💕

Sexual Education

Pairing: Bob x fem! Reader x Hangman

Warnings: slightly insecure Bob, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, language, voyeurism (kind of)

Summary: It’s a typical night at The Hard Deck. But an unexpected conversation with Bob exposes one of his secrets. Hangman and you vow to teach him a few things to help him form future relationship.

Word Count: 7.5k

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1,055 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#3

Hi! Okay so hear me out 😂 Reader is Iceman’s daughter and she’s dating Hangman but she comes clean to him about wanting to sleep with Bradly too. One night Jake comes home from work and has Bradly in tow and together they both take care of her.

Great Balls of Fire

Pairing: Hangman x fem! reader x Rooster

Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, Eiffel Tower, face fucking, brief male masturbation, voyeurism, language, hair pulling

Word Count: 6.4k

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1,056 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#2

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy one shot with iceman from top gun?? I was thinking a morning after and reader is kinda unsure of what is going to happen but Tom is super sweet and cuddly. Love your writings!!!💕💕

Morning After

Summary: Worries flood your mind after your first time with Iceman. You had been told to stay away from Navy pilots after all. Luckily, Ice makes how he feels about your relationship clear.

Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, doubts about relationship (I guess)

Word Count: 2.1k

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1,604 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ma do a smut for bradley bradshaw where you’re iceman’s youngest daughter and he fucks you in your room when everyone is home🙏🙏

Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, voyeurism, female masturbation, overstimulation, oral (m! Receiving), choking, praise kink, begging

Word Count: 6k

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2,391 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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