#can't bradley catch a break

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The Morning Show - 3x01

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Adult Education Part 6 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica can't catch a break at work, and things are just made worse when she's required to plan an event for alumni weekend. Looking forward to seeing Jake on Saturday was only trumped by a surprise visit from him.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, eventually 18+

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

The next morning, Jake was ready to go and standing outside with his travel cup of coffee at 7:25 just to be sure he didn't piss off his ride. At this rate, he was going to owe Bradshaw and his wife something really nice for all of their help with his truck. And with Jessica.

When they both pulled up in the Bronco at exactly 7:30, Jake climbed in the backseat with a smirk. "Sorry I interrupted your evening last night."

She smiled at him and shrugged saying, "It's fine. I hope your truck is repairable." But Bradley just glared at Jake in the rearview mirror as he pulled away from the curb.

"Gonna buy a new one, I think," he replied. "Just to be on the safe side."

As the Bronco coasted to a stop at a red light, she turned to face him. "How was your date with Jessica?"

Jake groaned and said, "That's why I'm getting a new truck. I had to run five miles, and I was late meeting her. Almost fucked it all up. I love that shitty, old truck, but I'll need something more reliable if she actually agrees to date me."

Bradley snorted. "Yes. Get something more reliable so you don't inconvenience Jessica." He gestured to his wife in the passenger seat as the light turned green. "She was asleep when I got home last night. Just in case you were curious."

"I wasn't. But thanks," Jake replied coolly, watching as she laughed and leaned in to kiss her husband's cheek. "And thanks for the ride. I owe you. Again." Jake tried to think about what he could even get for Bradley. What did he even like? Wasn't that Grateful Dead cover band coming to town?

"Wait. You ran five miles after your truck broke down?" Bradshaws's wife asked him. "That's actually kind of romantic. I would have been a mess after that."

"It's not as romantic as all the doors," Bradley grumbled. But now they were driving through the college campus, and Jake's eyes caught on the building where Jessica worked as they pulled up in front of it. Jake also had a front row seat to watch the way Bradley leaned across the seat and kissed his wife as if he wasn't going to see her for a week. 

"Bye, Sugar. I love you so much," he whispered, handing her a lunchbox with a tie dye pattern. She bid him farewell with a similar sentiment and then waved to Jake. And then Bradley sat there and watched to make sure his wife got safely into the building before putting it back in gear. 

"Do you drive your wife to work all the time?" Jake asked awkwardly now from the backseat. 

"Of course. As much as I can."

Jake was quiet for a beat, and then he asked, "I know you and she met a long time ago. Were you ever in love with anyone else?"

"No," came his immediate reply. "Always been a little bit obsessed with that one in particular."

Jake could tell. And that level of devotion was starting to sound more and more appealing to him.

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Jessica was so tired of the way she always ended up in tears at the end of every department meeting. This time she was sitting next to Leland, and it just wasn't fair that she was always being singled out. They were going to force her to volunteer to be a faculty advisor for an on-campus event for alumni weekend. She could already tell. It was going to be a tedious waste of her time, and Brian Conley would make some vague promises about getting her on a tenure track. But she just knew he'd never let that happen.

"Let's chat when we're done here, Dr. Reed," Conley announced in front of everyone like Jessica was a small child who needed to be reprimanded. And when everyone else was dismissed, she didn't move from her seat towards the back of the room. If he wanted to talk to her, he could do it from there. Because now she was just getting mad. 

Almost all of the warm fuzzy feelings leftover from her Chippy's date with Jake were gone and replaced by self loathing. She had fucked up her career. She had fucked up her relationship with probably everyone in the science department. And she would most likely fuck things up with Jake, too. 

"Jessica," Conley said softly, shaking his head. 

"Please, call me Dr. Reed or Professor Reed," she managed to say without letting on that she was about to cry. 

He sighed like she was the biggest inconvenience in his life and raked his fingers through his sexy salt and pepper hair. "Dr. Reed," he said with a sarcastic looking smile. "If you want to even stand a chance at tenure, then you need to comply with my ideas."

"It's so convenient that you are the one in charge of tenure for the department, isn't it? You know how hard I work. You know how much I care about my students. This shouldn't even be an issue."

Then he strode across the room and walked down the row of seats she was sitting in and loomed over her as he said, "You are the one who made it an issue. Not me."

Jessica was torn between the urge to tell him to fuck off and the desire to burst into tears. But she sat there quietly with her eyes trained on his as he added, "Now pick one of the events to manage for alumni weekend, or I can guarantee you'll be an adjunct professor as long as you remain at this school."

It didn't matter which one she chose, he would make it miserable for her. So she grabbed her bag and stood as tall as she could in her high heels. "Just shoot me an email and let me know the details. It doesn't matter which event I have to manage; I'll do a fucking amazing job with it while you try to bring me down."

She didn't wait for a response. She was out of the room and down the hallway to the elevators before he could say anything. The whole day was going to suck now. She could just tell. If only it were Saturday, she could be at Jake's place where at least her past wasn't hanging over her head constantly. 

After three lectures in a row, she checked her emails upon returning to her office. The first one made her smile, because Advanced Calculus invited Jessica to stop by her office for lunch. The second was from Conley, letting her know that she was in charge of helping to plan and execute a beer pong tournament at one of the fraternity houses. 

"Fuck my life," she moaned, reaching into her desk to get her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and room temperature bottle of water. Now she really didn't feel like having lunch with another actual person, but she didn't want to lose her only friend here. So she slowly made her way down to the other end of the building and the math department. 

When she knocked on the door, she was greeted with a cheery, "Come in!" And Jessica once again marvelled at the spacious office with windows and the beautiful lunch spread out on the desk in front of the other woman. Today it was a delicious looking veggie wrap, an array of mixed nuts, and assorted artisan cheeses.

"Your husband always makes my lunch look even sadder," Jessica said, tossing her sandwich in its ziplock bag onto the desk and sinking into the open chair. 

She responded with a laugh, saying, "Help yourself. He always packs too much in case I need an afternoon snack. How's your day going?"

"Horrible," Jessica whispered, reaching for some of the nuts. "I'm getting roped into helping with an event for alumni weekend. All because I don't have tenure. And even though I've been assured this type of thing will help me get there, I already know it won't."

"The fucking patriarchy," the other woman replied before biting into her wrap. 

"Right?" whined Jessica. "Like I can't win. I'm never going to get ahead here. I wonder if Penn State still wants me. Maybe I should call them." She honestly didn't have much keeping her in California, but Jake immediately came to mind. Which was ridiculous, because they had kissed all of a handful of times last night. But he did run five miles. And he did want Chippy to like him.

"You can't leave me here alone!" Advanced Calculus complained, and Jessica smiled. "Which event do they have you working on?"

As Jessica nibbled on her sandwich, she said, "A beer pong tournament. At a fraternity house." She deadpanned, but the other woman started howling with laughter. 

"I might actually be able to get my husband to come to alumni weekend even though neither of us went to school here!"

"Was he in a Kappa Pi chapter? I could probably make him some sort of guest of honor if he wants."

"No. Beta Gamma. We have the fraternity paddles at home to prove it. But he and I used to play beer pong in college, and I just know he would be more than happy to spend the fifty or hundred bucks per ticket to try to relive his glory days."

Jessica smiled tentatively. "Do you want to help me plan the event? I'm sure I could waive the fees for both of you."

She was expecting a loud resounding no. So when Jessica saw her nod and say, "Sure," she thought she might fall out of her seat. "Let me text my Beer Boy right now so he knows not to make any plans for that day. Not that he ever plans anything except a night out at the bar where I have to babysit him and Jake and the others, but you know..."

And then Jessica sat up a little straighter. Maybe Jake could come to the event, too. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all if they were all there. Maybe then Brian Conley would get off her back about everything, or at the very least, she wouldn't be alone when he tried to pick apart every little detail. 

"Thank you," Jessica blurted out. "Like honestly. Thank you for agreeing to help me. And just for inviting me to eat lunch with you."

The other woman looked up from her phone with a surprised expression on her face. "You don't have to thank me. Now.... why don't you tell me a little bit about your date with Jake. I heard that man ran like a hundred miles to see you."

Jessica felt warmth in her cheeks as she divulged a few details about the evening, but then she realized it was nearly time for her to teach her lab class. "I'm sorry, but I need to run. Maybe we can do this again next week?"

"Sure. And I'll start brainstorming some ideas for alumni weekend. I'll recruit Bradley to help. Or maybe not... everything would be tie dye."

Jessica was still smiling as she walked to the lab.

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Jessica was no longer smiling when she was three quarters of the way through her office hours and nobody had stopped by. Her stomach was growling so loudly, she was sure you could hear it down by the elevators. And she was shopping on the Victoria's Secret website for something to do. Really, she just wanted to stop at In-N-Out and head home, but then there was a knock on her open door. 

"Reedy," Jake drawled, and she dropped her phone onto her desk with a soft thud. "You got some time for me?"

He looked so damn good in some well worn jeans and a Texas Longhorns shirt. But to make him even more appealing, he was holding some flowers and a container that looked like it was filled with food. 

"Jake," she whispered, standing up behind her desk. She felt goosebumps on her arms and legs as a crooked little grin appeared on his face. He headed straight for her and set the container down, and when he held out the flowers, she took them. "Thanks."

Then she noticed his eyes catch on her phone which was next to the container, and Jake's cheeks flushed pink. He swallowed hard and asked, "You doing some shopping?"

Jessica turned the phone over just as the screen faded to black, but it was too late. Her Victoria's Secret shopping cart full of thigh high stockings, a new garter belt, and a pretty green set had been plainly visible to him. 

"Maybe," she whispered, realizing that the green bra and thong set matched his eyes perfectly. And now she was thinking about how he might react to her wearing them. Jessica whimpered softly. And then his lips came crashing down against hers. She dropped the flowers onto her desk so she could have full access to his body as she stumbled back a step and hit her chair. But Jake had one arm wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her on her feet. 

She let her fingers sink into his silky hair as his tongue met hers, and she whimpered again for him. His kisses were so intentional, so sure. Like he really wanted to be here in this moment. With her. Yet he kept his hands very respectfully on her back. And she realized it had been a year since she'd let anyone touch or kiss her like this. It had been a year since she even tried, and she never expected it to feel this good.

"Wait," she gasped, wrenching her lips away from his and pulling herself from his warm grasp. Jake held his hands up like she'd burned him, and his cheeks grew pinker as she walked around her desk, high heels clicking along the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, his tone bordering on questioning as his eyes followed her across the tiny room. She closed her office door with a soft thud, and then turned to look at him.

"Too many prying eyes around here," she said with a laugh as her fingers skimmed along the doorknob, already missing the feel of Jake. 

"Understood." He looked mildly relieved if no less pink as she made her way back to him. And then she was right in front of him again, and his lips were parted and his fingers were flexing, but he didn't make a move to touch her again as she adjusted her glasses.

She had somehow managed to pour cold water all over the moment by wanting to close the door, but just the idea of Conley walking by and catching them was too much for her to think about. Then Jessica's eyes trailed down to the lettering on Jake's shirt, and her fingers traced the T in Texas before she really knew what she was doing. She made it to the X, before she met his eyes again. 

"Jessica." His voice was deep and a little raspy as he reached for her wrist and flattened her palm against his chest. He covered her hand with his larger one and said, "You're in charge. You set the pace."

How could those words possibly turn her on the way they did? How was this happening? She just nodded and eased both of her hands up along his chest and around his neck while he stroked her arm with one big hand. And then she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed him softly, guiding his other hand around her waist. 

"I want you to touch me," she whispered against his lips, and that hand rubbed along her hip and then up her side in the most enticing way. 

As Jessica kissed down Jake's neck to the collar of his shirt, he said, "I can't stop thinking about you. Didn't want to wait until Saturday to see you."

She giggled against his stubbled jaw and said, "You come to my office hours so frequently, you're probably my best student."

Jake grunted and said, "Now you're just teasing me."

Jessica pulled away and looked up at his handsome face. "If I wanted to tease you, I would ask what you thought about the thong I was about to order on my phone."

His head tipped back, and she watched his Adam's apple as he swallowed. "You're right. That's a much better way to tease me. And I would say that green is my favorite color." 

When he met her eyes again, he very slowly brought his hand down along her butt. And then they were making out, hands everywhere. Jessica's glasses were crooked on her nose as he pushed his fingers up into her hair, tipping her head back for better access to her kisses. Her tongue was tangled with his again, and her fingers were tucking underneath his shirt when he moaned into her mouth. 

Jake cupped her cheek with his palm and let the kisses taper off, but he still held her reassuringly in place against him with his other hand on her butt. "So are you going to buy it?" he asked breathlessly. 

"Hmm?" she hummed, brushing her lips on his chin.

"The lingerie. Are you going to buy it?"

She gasped. "I don't really need it. I have so much already."

Jake just groaned and shook his head with a look of agony on his face. "You need it. The green ones. You should buy them."

She was in charge. He made it a point of telling her that she was, and now she felt powerful. "Alright. I will."

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Jake was a little nervous that Jessica would be able to feel how hard he was in his jeans when she told him she was going to buy that bra and lace thong that he was dying to see on her. His current state of need was only exacerbated by the way she vaguely told him she already had a whole collection of lingerie at her disposal. 

Maybe it was the high heels or the fact that he could see her light pink bra strap peeking out of the top of her blouse right now. Or maybe it was her glasses and her kiss swollen lips. It didn't matter. Everything she did turned him on. And she wasn't even really doing anything intentionally. Well, except maybe for the slight dirty talk. 

He wanted to make a comment about how pretty that shade of green would look on her or about how he'd love to take it back off of her, but he didn't. Instead he kissed her softly and said, "I stopped by to bring you dinner, so getting to see what you were shopping for was just a bonus, Baby."

She laughed and ducked her head before asking, "What's for dinner, anyway?"

"Chicken parmesan casserole and garlic toast. Oh, and a brownie for dessert."

Suddenly she was reaching for the container and peeking inside the lid. "This looks homemade. You made this?"

"Mmhmm." He rubbed circles into her hips through her skirt with his thumbs. "Trying to get you excited for Saturday."

She laughed and looked up at him. "I was already excited for Saturday."

He kissed her cheek and whispered, "Game starts at one o'clock. And I'm completely out of journals again."

And then Jake found himself standing behind Jessica at her bookshelf while she looked for the titles she wanted. He had one hand on her hip, and the other was held out so she could stack the journals she wanted for the weekend on his palm. "Oh, you'll like this one," she mused, adding one more to the pile. "I've read it a million times."

"Maybe I can read it to you," he murmured, and then her lips were on his again. 

In an ideal world, this would be something already established. He could just take Jessica home with him for the night. Probably have sex and then cuddle. And then they could both leave for work from his place in the morning after a nice shower together. And that sounded so good to him, he was actually willing to put in the work to try to get there. 

But tonight, he helped her carry her bag and her dinner and her flowers to her car. "You take the journals home with you," she whispered, kissing him just below his ear before she climbed into the driver's seat. 

"Enjoy your dinner," he drawled.

"I will," she said with a smile before Jake closed the door for her. And then he walked the two blocks to where he had parked his brand new truck less than an hour previously. 

The engine started up like a dream, and he drove home to clean up his place for Saturday. Not that it was ever too much of a mess; he lived there alone. Regardless, he wanted everything to look perfect. He wanted his couch to look extra inviting. He wanted to impress her. 

Jake didn't even go to the bar on Friday night. Two weeks in a row now he didn't bring a girl home with him and kick her out early Saturday morning. He could have gone to the Hard Deck, and it would have been fine. He could have played pool and annoyed Bradshaw by buying drinks for his wife. It would have been fun, and he could have come home empty handed, no problem. 

But he went to bed early after he jerked off in the shower to the daydream of Jessica in light green lingerie, and he couldn't remember the last time he slept so well. Then he spent Saturday morning getting food prepared for later. 

Jessica told him she wasn't picky and would eat just about anything, so he was getting the ingredients ready to make chili with the pregame show playing on his massive TV. Then there was a knock on his door. Jessica was standing there holding a six pack of Sam Adams bottles and wearing a fitted Texas A&M shirt and tight black leggings. He couldn't really tell if she was wearing any makeup, and she had traded in her high heels for some beat up sneakers. And Jake felt a little weak. 

"Hi." Her voice was soft as he opened the door wider.

"I told you not to bring anything," he said, eyes fixed on her body as she walked past him into his living room and looked around.

She turned back to smile at him over her shoulder. She looked maybe a little younger and so much more petite like this. Jake had to fight the urge to pick her up and carry her around. "Nice place. You going to give me a tour?"

"I dunno," he mumbled, closing the distance to her. "You're wearing an A&M shirt. The Longhorns' biggest rival."

She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. "I thought you could make an exception for me?"

He took the six pack from her and brought his other hand up to cup her cheek. He kissed her slow and steady until he felt her fingers meet the waistband of his jeans. "Just for you," he promised. "Nobody else."

When he led her into the kitchen to put the beer away, Jake had to laugh. Her maroon and gray shirt perfectly matched his new truck. "What's funny?" she asked as he closed the fridge. 

"I just realized my new truck is maroon with gray trim. Just like fucking A&M. I've gotta be the worst Longhorns fan around."

"You got a new truck?" she asked, eyes wide. 

"Yeah. Thursday right after work, before I brought you dinner. Can't be late to meet you again."

"Seriously, you bought a new truck?" she asked, lips parted as she gaped up at him. 

"Yeah, it was time. Still hoping the old one can get fixed up. I tend to like to hold onto things once I get attached to them."

"That sounds nice," she said, lacing her fingers with his while he took her on a tour of his condo. He showed her his bedroom and the balcony after she inspected all of the food he had out on the counter for later. And she just kept getting closer to him until they were right next to the couch.

The game was about to start, so Jake just went ahead and told her what he wanted her to know. "I think I'm getting attached to you, Reedy."

She closed her eyes and let her cheek come to rest on his chest. "Are you going to try to hold onto me?"

Jake wrapped his arms around her and said, "Yes."

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I can't get enough of Jake (who even am I?). And I love Beer Boy being so snarky to Jake and so loving to Sugar. Reedy + Sugar = bffs? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 7

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TOP GUN FIC RECS 5!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: the longer that you stay, the ice is melting by @welcome-to-my-multiverse you have walls built around yourself from the hurt you had experiences in the past. jake breaks them all down.

F: dinner and domesticity by @sehnsuchts-trunken all you want after a long day at work is to spend time with jake.

F: sunshine by @call-sign-jinx you're jake's biggest secret in the best way possible.

F + A: abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good you would think that the amount of time jake spends with his work friends that he'd rather spend date night with you alone

F + A: don't make the same mistake by @agentrose17 jacob seresin is a coward. to save himself the heartbreak, he runs.

F: the doll house by @honeybeedewdrops jake flew million dollar jets for a living and still couldn't build a barbie dreamhouse

A: a glimpse of us by @call-sign-jinx jake will forever be haunted by what happened years ago

F + A: who are you? + part 2 by @thewulf you move to fightertown in hopes of comfort from you aunt penny after you and your fiance break it off. in a sea full of naval aviators, you meet jake.

F: i caught you by @roosterbruiser jake will always be there to catch you

F + A: mamas (don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) by @almostgenerallyalways you and jake have long broken up. he tries to reconnect every holiday season but you choose to ignore him. you can't quite do that when he's at your front door.

F + A: sleepy baby by @discount-shades 𖥻 if i weren't for you therapist, there was no way you'd be out late at night in a bar.

F + A: rescued + part 2 by @topgunslut you nearly drown by the beach but jake saves you

F: even if you lose it, it will find you by @lovestruckdeans though you and jake may have gone your seperate ways, you find your way back to each other.

A: what are we? by @andorskenobi four months of stringing you along and you were tired of it. you give jake an ultimatum.

F + A: perfect storms by @captainamericasmotercycle jake loves you because you're you. not because you're the admiral's daughter or whatever coyote wants to make you believe.

S: jealousy, jealousy by @seresinsbabe jealous of him and his coworker, you decide that it was your turn to make jake jealous.

F + A: i see myself with you by @penwieldingdreamer you meet jake again, this time, he dons a khaki uniform.

F: boyfriend material by @beautifultypewriter you and jake had a thing. if you were on a bad date, you'd text him and he'd show up, sweeping you away.

F: roadside assistance by @lostdreamr-blog1 your car breaks down in the middle of the road and you have no choice but to call your last resort for help.

F + A: it only feels this raw right now by @teamhappyme your time with the navy has come to an end while yours with jake is only beginning.

F: sittin' on the dock of the bay by @theloveoftoms a day on the beach with jake seresin.

F: brave by @arson-tm you are the only person jake shows his true self to.

F: your carriage awaits, sweets by @lazypeachsoul jake loved you so much. so much so that he'd willingly carry you home when you're drunk off your mind.

F: coffee for mrs. seresin? by @birdy-bat-writes jake orders your coffee for you. when your order is called, you're utterly surprised.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: pretty in pink by @roostersforevergirl if rooster wants to join his daughter's tea party, he must dress the part.

F + A: the parent trap by @averagewriter-inthedark you and rooster crashed and burn. despite the relationship ending, something beautiful bloomed from it. in a mutual agreement, one will grow up with you while the other rooster.

F: hold my hand by @wannabeschyulersister it's mav and penny's birthday. you somehow find yourself riding a mechanical bull.

F: bradley and the bump by @justmyheart bradley lets his girl know how much he loves his other girl.

F: beautiful by @eyesthatroll you can see glimpses of carole in bradley

F: mary's song by @risriswrites bradley bradshaw is hopelessly in love with his best friend. if only she felt the same.

F: i'm obsessed with you by @simpforrooster jake can't bear to see rooster pine over you for a single second longer

A: till death? by @cherrycola27 you meant what you said in your wedding vows that you'd love bradley till death do you part.

F: my reward by @susanripper rooster doesn't know how to tie a tie. now, you can't let that happen can you?

F: picture in my pocket by @worldofheroes if there's anyone who would understand what you feel, it's rooster

F: a little pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor it's time for your daughter to have her shots but it seems like rooster is more nervous than she is

A: trainwreck by @callsign-cree you knew that you and rooster were too good to true. it was time you finally confirmed it.

S: short stack by @spacecaravan something about you making him breakfast makes rooster insatiable for you.

S: return the favor by @sonofarathorn being a dad was a good look on bradley.

F: beautiful boy by @aestheticpearl baby bradshaw has a nightmare, something bradley can relate to too well.

F: i'm goin' for a run by @feralforfrank rooster wants to say goodbye before going on his run

F: a wedding to remember and a proposal to come by @sehnsuchts-trunken during mav and penny's wedding, you and rooster realise that maybe a wedding of your own was in the cards.

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: baby. on. board by @mymamalife baby on board has his own baby on board

F + A: one beer + just another day in paradise by @lgg5989 having a baby at a young age was not part of yours and bob's plans.

F: do we have to? by @auroradawnwrites unlike bob, all you want to do is stay home.

JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO

F: in which it’s far too cold for your liking, but Javy can think of a few ways to warm up by @spidervee

F: the waiting by @rae-gar-targaryen javy knows that you're more than capable of doing things yourself but can't he just pamper his pregnant wife in peace?

F: cancelled flights and beignets by @siempre-bucky javy's flight home is cancelled. you make beignets to cure some of his homesickness.

F: the first 'i love you' by @demxters you didn't need javy to tell you he loved you for you to know that he did. so when he finally said those three words, you weren't surprised.

NICHOLAS 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW

F: you know why by @thewhiskersonkittens it didn't matter that you had a jerk of an ex, goose proves that he's twice the man he could ever be

[bradshawssugarbaby]

it's butterflies and bud lights, under the stars and on the stripes of a beach towel in a spring break town

oneshots

Call Me When You Get Home -> You and Jake have an interesting dynamic, but one thing's for sure. You always call each other when you get home.

Illicit Affairs & Clandestine Meetings ✿ -> Hookups with Jake are never easy. They're messy, they're chaotic, they're just what you need.

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts -> When Jake came home for the holidays, the last thing he was expecting was seeing you at his nephew's nativity play.

Home for Christmas -> Jenna and Jake were the best of friends, always spending time together from the moment they met. Reuniting at the holidays for the first time in years, sparks are still flying.

Cowboy Casanova ✿ -> Jake always refers to himself as a cowboy. Today, you've decided to test just how far that goes.

She's So High -> Jake Seresin doesn't date. He doesn't get flustered, and he doesn't lose his cool. That is, until he starts playing weekend baseball games with you.

Heads Carolina, Tails California -> When you and your friends hear Jake Seresin's beach football mixtape, you can't help but join in the game. Friends ✿ -> You and Jake keep blurring the lines of friendship, until finally, Jake draws a line in the sand.

Blue Skies and Green Eyes -> Taking your niece and nephew to the air show in Coronado is tradition. When the kids catch the attention of Lieutenant Jake Seresin, he's more than happy to talk to them about flying.

God, Your Mama and Me -> Coronado's picturesque beaches have been a special, integral part of your relationship with Jake, and they're about to become a whole lot more important.

Beer Never Broke My Heart -> Jake's never been lucky in love, and as a result of past failures and heartbreaks, he's resolved to not fall in love anymore. That is, until he meets one of Bob's friends.

Urban Cowboy ✿ -> Maverick's introduced you to just about everyone on the squad. After a few failed dates with Bradley, and awkwardly not hitting it off with Bob or Reuben, you're reluctant to meet the last member, Jake. Jake, however, doesn't give up easily. Got My Mind Set On You -> Jake's competitive edge drives everyone nuts. When you and Bradley are paired together for a game of pool, Bradley hatches an idea for you to distract Jake, but, it works just a little too well.

Just What I Needed ✿ -> After distracting Jake in the bar all night and costing him the win over Bradley, he's ready to get even.

minors dni. | anything ✿ contains smut/sexual themes.

[sweetlittlegingy]

What If

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☑︎ Pairing: Jake Seresin x Y/n Seresin (Mitchell)

☑︎ Word Count: 4 k

☑︎ Warnings: Infertility, IVF, Adoption, Dad!Jake, Teacher/Mom!Reader, Kindergarteners, bad foster parents, child neglect, fluffy dagger squad, Poppa Mav

☑︎ A/n: Holy shit, I had the hardest time writing this. Life has not been kind lately in the school sense and health sense, but I still wanted to give you guys something. I hope that my month long stent has made it so you won't read it. I really appericate the love that you all have been giving me. I can't promise that updates are going to become a regular thing as of yet, but will be trying my hardest. Love you all ♥︎

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The pitter-patter of feet running down the hallway has you looking up from the fruit bowl you're curating, to glance over your shoulder and catch sight of Laine running toward you as Bradley chases her. Her tiny body clings to your bottom half as she tries to squish in between you and the cabinet.

“Chicken, nooooo!” her small form shakes in laughter as he bends down at your side and pokes at her.

“I was promised a princess.”

Bradley’s voice tries to lower an octave though does the complete opposite and rises to a high squeak that makes you break out in laughter. Your heart swells at the sight, Bradley would make a wonderful uncle. He was already the best brother you could have asked for and since yesterday on base, he had quite literally had Laine on his hip or playing together at every moment.

Gray was never far away, though he tended to stay at neither Bob, Jake, or Javy’s side. You were so used to Gray being attached to you that seeing him interact so much with the squad was startling. You miss your little shadow, though seeing the way that he looked at Jake now was something that you would love to witness daily. Jake had told you that they just talked about planes, but you could see that it meant so much more to both of them.

The munchkin between your legs moves again, darting from Bradley’s outstretched hand as she giggles in excitement.

“I’m Jakey’s princess,” The reply stumps Bradley momentarily, long enough for her little hands to find your own. “Miss CeCe save me!”

Her hands pat at your tummy in a little rhythm as she bounces lightly on her toes. You gently slide the fruit bowl back and lower down to grab the munchkin before Brad can make another grab for her. Her small form bounces in your hold as she wraps her arms around your neck and nuzzles in.

“Run Miss CeCe!” She eyes you in excitement and you drop your gaze back to Bradley, before giving him a smirk. Your hips swivel as you turn and your arms clutch onto a giggling Laine as you run away.

“Get the fruit bowl, Chicken!”

You hear a playful huff at the name, though you’re past the hallway entryway and heading for the back deck before Bradley has a chance to yell back at you. The dimness in the hall is lit by the shining sun outside and you can see the rest of the squad lounging around in chairs while Javy and Jake bicker about grilling.

You hadn’t planned to have a BBQ, though this morning when Bradley and Nat showed up banging on the door with coolers and dessert you didn’t have any other choice.

No, you really had no other choice.

The pair had pushed through the door before you could even question them and told you that they were only here to see the twins. They then followed that up by saying that everyone was coming by, well everyone but Javy, he had spent the night after having a movie fort/sleepover night and had yet to leave. The pair had ushered you that you didn’t need to worry because Bob and Mickey were making sure to grab all the required fixings from the store so you wouldn’t have to worry.

Though you had instantly started making a fruit bowl with the strawberries, grapes, kiwi, and pineapple that you already had. The twins had helped you wash them and then used small star cookie cutters to cut shapes in the pineapple. Though once everyone had finally arrived the pair had automatically gravitated toward the outside. Bradley had also casually thrown in the fact that your dad, Penny, and Amelia were coming over as well. After your dad had met them, he instantly wanted Penny and Amelia to meet the twins.

You brush a small strand of hair from Madelaine’s face, which causes her to give you a sweet smile and then kiss your cheek. That had started last night when you were putting the twins to bed, even though they ended up in yours again during the night. The two of them were in a late-night Disney movie hazy that left them half asleep, which in turn led them to tell both you and Jake that they loved you. It had made your heart stop. You knew that you should be placing boundaries, but so many were already crossed, and Jake and you both loved them so much already.

 Your hand comes up to shield your eyes as the sun nearly blinds you. You didn’t know how it was 78 degrees at the beginning of December, but you weren’t complaining one bit. Your hold on Laine loosens as her small form wiggles until she’s free of you to run across the deck.

“Pop Pop! Ms. CeCe fought Chicken off.” She squeals in delight as your father catches her and tosses her small form in the air. That was also new, Jake had called your father Pops last night and Laine ran with it from there. Now both Gray and Laine were calling him Pop Pop, and neither your father nor anyone else had even spoken of the possibility of having them stop and having them call him Mav instead.

Your glance leaves the pair as they sit down next to Penny and Amelia, the mother and daughter duo instantly fell in love with the twins. So much so that your little sister had asked if she could babysit them sometime. She had been so happy and excited that you couldn’t tell her that you didn’t know if they would ever be back to the house.

A sigh leaves your chest as you cast your eyes around the deck to look at the group of important people in your life, though you can’t seem to find one of the most important ones. Gray wasn’t anywhere in your line of sight, and while you knew he was somewhere in the yard, that didn’t stop your breath from hitching. A pinch to your back makes you jump, while Bradley laughs and moves passed you with the fruit salad. You bat your hand at him, playfully glaring at him as he passes.

You’re still looking for Gray when you catch Jake’s eyes, he then gives you a small tip of the head out to the lawn and causes you to venture over to look out at the yard. A smile rests on your face as you lean against the railing of the deck to watch Bob, Mickey, Nat, and Gray as they lay on the lawn watching the sky. Gray’s hand shoots up causing your own eyes to shoot to the sky as a jet passes overhead. You only hear pieces of the conversation, something about cloud coverage, altitude, and flight pattern prediction, but it makes you smile all the same. Gray finally had people that would understand and listen to him, instead of brushing him off and not believing a word he said. Because as Janice had so kindly told you during a conference, “Children aren’t that smart, stop feeding into his fantasy.” The woman had riled you up to the point where you skipped over the last half of the packet, already knowing that she wasn’t listening to a thing you said about Grayson, and practically pushed her out the door.

The hands that wined around your waist and grasped onto the railing in front of you, have you relaxing back into the familiar chest. Jake’s chin settles on your shoulder after giving your cheek a small kiss causing the weight of your body to sink further into the comforting hold. You both sigh, and the mutual feeling of peace and fulfillment passes through the two of you.

“They blend in seamlessly.” Jake’s breath heats your neck, and you can’t help but to smile at the comment because it was true. They fit into your little family perfectly, and you were going to soak up every moment you had this weekend.

“I don’t want it to be over.” Jake’s hands wrap around you as you say it, and squeeze you gently. “I don’t know how I’m just going to let them go back there.” Your voice is heavy with pain that neither one of you acknowledge, instead, hoping to remain in this moment.

The tightness in your chest relieves, as neither of you can comment when you hear a whistle ring out that causes everyone to look over at Javy. He stands by the grill, with Laine on his hip as she silently waits for everyone’s attention. Javy smiles down at the small girl as she watches the group of you bouncing from excitement in his hold. Her eyes move from the group and up to Javy as the group quiets down to listen. He gives her a tiny nod that has a smile breaking out on not only her face but yours as well.

“The food is done.” Laine’s voice rings out through the backyard, but before anyone can make their way to the grill Javy whispers something else in her ear to say. “Ummm... Javy said he cooked everything, and Jakey didn’t help and that he’s the best cook.”

The comment causes everyone but Jake to laugh. A dramatic sigh falls from his lips as he steps out from behind you, only taking one step closer to the pair. You giggle as Jake clutches at his heart, eyes wide and never leaving Laine’s, before slipping to his knees beside you.

“You wound me, little darlin’.” His voice is strained and causes the surrounding group to gently smile at him. It didn’t go unnoticed how much Jake loved the twins already, and while they never mentioned the fact to you or Jake, it didn’t stop the squad from talking amongst themselves.

Jake barely has time to catch Laine as she runs into his arms and clutched onto him. She leans into his ear and whispers words that you can’t make out that have the both of them smiling. They must be good if the mega smile not resting on Jake’s face can tell you anything. Jake slowly rises to stand up while the pair laugh together, both of them looking at Javy in a teasing manner.

“You two keeping secrets now?” Your voice is questioning and has Madelaine leaning into you.

“I didn’t wanna hurt Javy’s feelings, Ms. CeCe. Jakey is still the best.” A giggle bubbles from you as she gives you a toothy grin, before you both then look at Javy and you can’t help but laugh even more at his wondering stare.

A weight settles against your leg and causes you to glance down to find Gray, already looking back up at you. His blonde locks house a few pieces of grass that you pick out, while his finger wraps around your belt loop.

“Hi, Sweetpea.” His blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight as a quiet hi is said back to you. “You ready to eat?”

You get back a small nod as he stays attached to your hip, watching the surrounding crowd from the designated safe zone. While Gray had opened up immensely to the group, he still ended up at your side whenever the group became too much. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, but his social anxiety and depleted self-esteem caused him to doubt his worth, especially around people he didn’t know well.

You hadn’t noticed that Jake put down Laine, though as his hands come around Gray to lift him in the same manner, he had with Laine just moments ago your heart swells. The sound of his laugh echoed through the yard as the group milled around getting food and talking, though your eyes could leave to pair.

A perfect father-son duo. You could have told anyone that the twins were your kids, not just from how they were almost identical copies of Jake. But anyone that saw how they interacted, and the amount of love that passed between them from minuscule actions and words alone.

“Come on you two, before Roos eats everything.” Your voice is teasing as you pull the pair along with you to grill to follow Laine, who already had your dad piling a mountain of food on a plate for her. Your eyes don’t miss the two different pieces of cake and brownie that cover most of the surface of the plate. You shake your head at your father, just now realizing how tightly Laine has him wrapped around her finger.

Your comment finally gained a reaction from Bradley, as a small kid playing ball lands against your back and makes you yelp before turning. You give him a smile that only a little sister can give to her older brother, followed by your tongue peeking out in a taunt.

You would give anything to stay in this moment with this group of people, your family, forever.

...

You finish putting the last dish away from the washer and wipe down the counter as the clock strikes 8:00. Signaling that it was in fact the twin’s bedtime, well the one that you had given them. Neither Janice nor Ed said if they had a nighttime routine, though you were sure that it wasn’t that they forgot to mention it. No, from what you knew, the pair of them didn’t care so long as the twins didn’t disturb them and stayed in their room.

Wiping your hand one last time, you slowly make your way down the hall in search of the three individuals that consumed your every waking thought. You glance at the guest room and the perfectly made bed, knowing that the twins wouldn’t be sleeping in there tonight either. Only to venture future down the hall when you hear the near-silent humming coming from your bedroom. The dimming sun no longer lights your house and the warm glow coming from the lamp in your room just barely reaches your outline as you settle against the door frame.

Jake sits in the middle of the bed wearing a pair of sweats and tee-shirt that he had slipped on earlier when you sent him to take a shower while you did a couple pages of homework with the twins. He then had the duty of wrangling the two of them into the bath and making sure that they didn’t flood the bathroom floor like they had on you last night. You had disappeared at their request for bubbles and when you came back, nearly half of the tub water was on the floor. You had tried so hard to appear cross with them, though, at the sight of the sheepish smiles they gave you, your heart had overflown with love. You weren’t going to stop the pair of them from doing something that wasn’t dangerous, because it made a small mess. You knew that the carefree spirit that encased them wasn’t something that they were normally allowed to do.

From the looks of it though, tonight had defiantly gone in Jake’s favor. Not only from his dry pajamas but the fact that both Madelaine and Grayson had both found their places in bed next to him without a second thought. That they both felt a sense of peace and protection from Jake’s presence.

The three of them were a sight that warmed your heart beyond compare and made you curse yourself for leaving your phone on the kitchen table, missing the picture-perfect moment. In the middle of Jake’s lap, Laine sits as he braids her hair into two little French braids that just reach her shoulders. While Gray lays behind them cuddling your pillow, eyes fluttering open and closed as he tries to stay awake.

“Your sisters would be happy to know you can still braid hair.” Your voice floats through the room; Gray just barely looks at you only to give you a tiny smile, as Laine twists the finished braid around her finger trying to hide the yawn that slips passed her lips.

“I would hope that ten years of braiding their hair for volleyball whenever mom was late for a game, would have stuck with me.” His laugh makes you smile as you watch the pair of them momentarily. Jake had fallen into the dad role easily, and while you both were so happy to have the twin, you worried about how they would handle having to go back to Janice and Ed’s house Monday.

Jake's eyes lift to you while his fingers work seamlessly back and forth, he could always tell when something was on your mind. The snap of the final tiny elastic getting wrapped around the end of the braid, has you looking back up at the flawless braid. Jake’s arms softly wrap around Laine to lay gently squeezes at her waist, as her small hands rub tiredly at her eyes. She leans back in his hold, snuggling up to him as her eyes start to droop like Gray’s.

“I think Roos and Nat tuckered them out with that last game of tag.” You laugh lightly thinking about the sight of Bradley holding each of the twins in an arm, and running away from Nat.

“I’m sure that they’re just as tired, Rooster probably fell asleep on his couch and didn’t even make it to his bed.” You laugh at Jake’s comment because you know for a fact that Bradley fell asleep on the couch from the picture Bob sent you an hour ago.

 Jake glances down at the weight against his chest, Laine turns slightly as she sighs and fully relaxes to cuddle in closer. She holds onto Jake’s black tee shirt with one hand while to other grasps onto her ocean blanket, falling into sleep like it was a warm hug. Jake slowly lifts her, which causes both of her hands to wrap around his neck and his to rub at her back. He whispers soothing sounds as his hand glides up and down her back, helping her relax again. Jake is quick to move her before she can settle in too much though, not wanting to wake the munchkin up from setting her down. He easily turns around with her in his hold and lays her down against his pillow across from Gray.

Her small body lays encased by the surrounding blankets as she snuggles in closer and sighs as Jake tucks the duvet under her chin and kisses her forehead. Jake moves over to tuck in Gray as well as you gently brush the stray baby hairs from Laine’s face and gently kiss her head. Followed by you then tucking and kissing Gray as well, before you sneak into the bathroom to change into your PJs while Jake heads to the living room.

You find Jake laid out on the sofa, hands behind his head with two steaming cups of tea sitting on the coffee table. He gives you a dopy smile that makes your heart beat just a bit faster, before crawling into his open arms. Your legs rest around his waist and your head settles on his chest to listen to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Neither of you moves as you watch the sunset through the massive living room window that faces the Pacific. Jake’s hand slowly slips into your hair and runs his fingers through it gently without even realizing it. Though the small moan of relief causes him to chuckle in realization, before kissing the top of your head and resuming.

“We could do it you know.” His voice is tired and there’s a deep sound of longing intertwined with the words. You hum in question, happy to listen, but far too comfortable to lift your head from his chest and have a conversation.

“The twins; we could apply for adoption.”

His words hang in the air, sure you both had thought and talked about it over and over. Though there was something in Jake’s tone that was different this time. This wasn’t your Jakey that you could tease and easily rial up. No, this was Jacob. The man that got in a fistfight with one of your mother’s ex-boyfriends after he made a backhanded comment about your lack of pregnancy. The man that would protect the people that he loved, even if it meant putting himself in danger. He was serious, so serious that you half wondered if he had already been looking into the adoption process that the state of California had in place.

“Baby –”

“I’m serious darlin’. They are in every single thought I have about our future; I can’t even fathom a life without them anymore.” Jake’s hand slips from your hair and now both of them wrap around you. He clings to you, and you slowly realize that his tense chest and tight hold on you are in fear of your reaction to him wanting to adopt the twins. Your heart aches, you knew how much both of them meant to you. But hearing Jake tell you out loud that he didn’t see a future that didn’t include the twins, officially confirms just how much you both want the twins.

Knowing that is conversation deserved more than just your muffled words against Jake’s chest you slowly sit up, still on Jake’s lap but now able to see each other’s faces. You both could read each other like an open book and though you were positive that Jake was being sincere, you had to see the look in his eyes. You had to be absolutely sure before you let the idea blossom into a reality.

“Adopting them isn’t going to be easy, Jake. Janice and Ed are going to throw a fit because they want to keep getting their monthly check.” Your voice is gentle but firm, “And I hate to even say it, but we have to think about the fact that there are two of them. We planned for one baby, Jake. Can we financially even take on them and give them the life that they deserve?”

Jake's hand moves from your waist to brush against your cheek and causes you to lean farther into him. He knows that your reluctance is only because you’re afraid that you aren’t good enough to be their mom, a mom in general. You didn’t have the breakdowns a lot, but when you did, they were bad. And no matter how much he assured you, you were terrified that the universe wasn’t giving you a child because you weren’t worthy.

Jake’s other hand finds your cheek as well to tilt your head back up. Your chin and eyes had fallen, but Jake needed you to realize that you deserved a child more than anyone.

“Darlin’ we are more than financially stable to take them on. I’m teaching now and missions are rare. I want them to be ours.” Your head nods in his hold but he can feel the cogs in your head turning.

“Honey, look at me.” Your eyes lift and Jake’s heart cracks to see your waterline filled with tears. “You deserve to be a momma more than anyone I know. Maybe things worked out the way they did because some higher power knew that there would be two twin terrors that would need us just as much as we need them.”

A tear falls from your eyes and Jake is quick to brush it away. “You think?” Your voice is small and broken, though you trust Jake more than anyone else and if he said this was the family that both of you deserved and needed, you would believe him.

“I know, darlin’.”

Your face tucks into Jake’s neck and the tiny laugh of joy you give him, makes his arms tighten around as a smile forms on his lips. Your voice is muffled, but Jake hears you perfectly. “We’re gonna make them ours.”

“They’re already ours, darlin’. We’re just gonna make it official now.”

[ddejavvu]

Fighting for my life from the simple idea of getting knocked up from Rooster or Hangman but not being sure who’s kid it is and you are all like ‘well shit?’

The thing you hadn't considered about your impromptu and barely-spoken of threesome with your best friends was pregnancy. Because of course you wouldn't get pregnant. There's no way that would happen to you.

The third day of waking up sick clues you in. It happened to you, it is happening to you, you are pregnant.

The grip you sling around Bradley and Jake's wrists as you drag them away from their breakfasts nearly breaks their arms, and they follow you with a steady stream of complaints coming from their mouths.

"Ouch! Jesus, Y/L/N," Jake huffs, rubbing his aching wrist when you release it and stare them down in the single-celled bathroom, "What's your problem?"

"My problem is you," You gush, glaring at them with fury that made their stomachs turn. They'd been talked down to for their entire careers, but nothing was scarier than you.

"You and your stupid fucking dicks," You point accusatorily at them, and each man shields his own in slight terror.

"What.. what about 'em?" Bradley pushes tentatively.

"One of them put a baby in me," You fume, "I'm pregnant!"

You're not expecting their faces to light up.

"Oh my god!" Bradley grins, reaching for you, "That's- that's amazing!"

"Congrats, darlin'." Jake grins, eyes shining with glee instead of the despair you'd imagined.

"This is not a happy moment!" You insist, swatting Bradley's hands away from where they're trying to pull your hips forwards, "I can't have a baby! I need to work!

"That's why they've got maternity leave," Jake reminds you, "You'll be back on your feet in no time, Y/N."

"No, I- you don't understand! I do not have enough money to take time off of work. If I cannot work, I cannot live. And if I cannot live, neither can my baby."

They share a quick glance, nothing more than a second, but you catch it.

"We'll help," Bradley's speaking cautiously, disbelief clinging to his voice, "You know that, right?"

"I think my mama'd drop dead if she heard I was ditchin' you with my baby." Jake chuckles, "We'll help y'out."

"You don't know if it's yours," Bradley scoffs, chest puffed out, "Cool it, Hangman."

"You guys don't have to help," You groan, hands circling your stomach. It's not swollen yet, but you know there's a baby in there, and it feels right.

"It's my baby, and- and neither of you asked for this."

"Well you didn't either," Bradley uncrosses his arms, reaching once more for you, a gesture that you accept this time, "Listen, Y/N. We're here for you, okay? None of us asked for this but we all got it, and we're all gonna see it through to the end."

"Even if it ends up being Bradshaw's," Jake drawls, stepping closer from behind to smooth a hand down your back where you're pressed chest-to-chest with jake in a hug, "I'll be on babysittin' duty."

"We won't know for a while," You sigh, "Who's it is, I mean. You guys are gonna get emotionally involved, and- and then one of you will just be let off. I'm sorry, fuck, I-"

"Hey," Bradley croons, arms squeezing you tighter, gently so, "It's okay honey. We'll get through it, remember?"

"And we'll know right away," Jake insists, wearing the most smug grin you've ever seen on him - an expression deserving of the quip paired with it: "If the baby comes out with a stupid mustache, it's Bradshaw's."

"Yeah," Bradley croons, sneering at Jake over your shoulder, "And if it comes out ugly, it's Hangman's."

[redfurrycat]

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Ao3 Authors: Barnes_Brain, Billpaxton, Coconutcordiale, Crueltether, Davidbyrne, Dracculaura, Fuddlewuddle, Honestlydarkprincess, Imafriendlydalek, Indybob, Lesbiseresin, Nickies_Nonsense, ReformedTsundere, ReiverReturns, RosannaDrinksToForget, Sceld, Sreshaw, Teacupivy, Vannral, Violation_of_faith_and_devotion, WaffleToaster, Writerofthelorde, Yourstrulytay.

I'll ride in this life with you by Fuddlewuddle {E}

Rooster is called back to Top Gun along with 11 other pilots for an important mission. Not only does he have to deal with the unresolved issues with Maverick now the Captain is going to be the one training them, but he's also been assigned to live with the one person who seemingly lives to infuriate him; Hangman. He'll be lucky if he even makes it to fly in the mission in the first place.

Squadron Scorpion by RosannaDrinksToForget {E}

Maverick, Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy and Payback make up the Deadly Seven more widely known as Squadron Scorpion. Maverick isn't done teaching and the young pilots aren't done learning. Things can't get any worse when Rooster and Hangman of all people are forced to room together. They waited in silence. Each catching a breath. "Rooster, still with me?" "Still alive, but barely."  "I... I think I need this." "I don't think I can live without it."  "Glad we agree on something." Or maybe for the better.

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Barnes_Brain {M}

When Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was 14 his mother passed away, leaving him an orphan in an ever changing world. With no other family, and Maverick halfway across the world, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky took over as primary guardian. Through hard work and extreme perseverance Bradley reached Top Gun at age 27, even with Maverick pulling his papers. Take that asshole. But now that he’s at Top Gun he’s going to find if he has what it takes to be one of the best pilots in the world. That includes learning how to work with a team he doesn’t know, and doesn’t know if he can trust. Especially his obnoxious roommate who he can’t help but stare at. If only he could shut up.

show me again by dracculaura {E}

He hasn’t had a roommate on land-based assignments in years, not since flight school, so it takes him by surprise. He just isn’t used to it, not anymore. And he’s especially not used to sharing a room with fucking Bradley Bradshaw. (jake and bradley are roommates during their time at topgun)

T-shirt by violation_of_faith_and_devotion {E}

He inadvertently takes a breath and before he realizes what’s happened, Jake is already away, making his way towards the bar. He’d like to blame it on the alcohol, but he’d need to lie to himself. *  Or, three times when Rooster smelled Hangman. And kinda liked it.

You Are My Deepest Lonely by Writerofthelorde {T}

Post mission. Neither Rooster nor Hangman can sleep. Both have nightmares and they get grumpy and rude. When it finally comes out that neither of them has slept in ages, Phoenix jokes that they should sleep in the same room or something, and they look at each other. A silent agreement. The thing is… Jake refused to let anyone in. Every nightmare just left him in a panic alone. Bradley sound asleep next to him. Because it worked, of course it worked. But now, Jake was just alone with someone next to him, and that was worse. So much worse. Aka Bradley and Jake share a room, but there's only one bed... They pine, they long, they ache and flirt. Jake has nightmares and panic attacks but refuses to share that with Bradley, who grows increasingly worried. When will they break?

coming up for air by vannral {T}

"The horizon blurs into blue and bone white. It’s so light it burns Jake’s eyes. The entire cockpit is eerily silent, except for the thundering in his ears. ’fly, fucking fly like your life depends on it – fly FASTER, THEY’RE GONNA DIE – !’" In which Jake shares a room with Rooster on the carrier, he has a nightmare about not reaching Mav and Rooster in time, and Rooster comforts him. And ends up sharing the bed.

I Won't Stop Running by ReformedTsundere {M}

"What? You said you were heading somewhere, didn't wanna give me the exact location, so sure, I've got a shotgun with no passenger and snacks that'll get us from here to Texas." When Bradley continues to stand there, with no response other than a widening of his eyes and slackening of his jaw, Jake takes two steps forward, close but not crowding into Bradley's space. "So, what'da say Bradshaw? Wanna come see the lone star state with me?" It strikes Bradley like he's been doused with a bucket of water, that Jake is serious.

Whiskey and Rye by sreshaw {E}

a.k.a. The Fic Where There's Only One Bed Because the Navy Fucked Up Hotel Reservations The Dagger Crew got turned into a real-deal instructor squadron after the mission. They get sent on missions and demos to teach new pilots how to do what they do. On this trip to Florida, the WSOs are staying with their pilots, but Jake and Bradley, since they are WSO-less, have to room together. And the hotel fucked up.

nothing safe is worth the drive by davidbyrne {E}

this slope is treacherous (and I like it)

It begins, like most things in Jake’s life, with a questionable decision. Or they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

I will follow you, follow you home

missing scenes from the first year of jake and bradley's cohabitation

You Love Him, and No One Else by Sceld {T}

“I’ve got it,” Jake offers, holding his hand out, but Rooster only tuts disappointedly. “What kind of host would I be if I made you carry your own bag?” Jake blanks on a response, his mouth twisting into a smile without his permission. Rooster turns to where Jake can now see the Bronco. Its engine is still running, and it’s warm inside when Jake closes the door behind him, clicking on his seatbelt by feeling along while he stares intently at the glove compartment in front of him, waiting while Rooster puts his bag in the boot. He doesn’t feel as weird as he thought he would, as he probably should. Every conflicting feeling from the F-14 is returning in waves. He’s helpless to resist the pull of the tide. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once. or; Jake's apartment floods and his only other option is to stay with the last person in the world he wants to spend time with. Shenanigans ensue.

I should be scared, honey, maybe so by yourstrulytay {T}

It’s several nights into their new sleeping arrangements that Bradley jolts out of sleep, heart pounding, and for a second, he can’t figure out what’s woken him. The room is filled with silence as he looks around, trying to spot something that may be out of place. He’s confused until a sound emanates from the bunk next to his. It’s a soft keening sound and Bradley’s heart twists to hear the pain laced through the drawn-out noise. It’s the next sound that has Bradley stopping cold, head whipping around to look at the man inhabiting the other bed. It’s mumbled, but undeniable. “Rooster- Bradley, no-!”

will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud? by davidbyrne {T}

as he can to understand. “Because…you always are first,” Jake offers, shrugging. It’s the truth, as lame as it may be. “I think I have the right to be a dick to the person who broke my heart,” is Bradley’s abrupt response. 

Hey Hey Hey Lover by Nickies_Nonsense {G}

After the mission Bradley and Jake are both granted a month of leave. Mav offers up his house but it feels too soon so Bradley does the only reasonable thing and rents an apartment with Jake for a month. Terrible cooking, stomach bugs, beach days, nightmares, and first kisses follow.

Some Unspoken Thing by indybob {M}

With paths that have crossed for the better part of a decade, Jake and Bradley have a history unlike any other. A history that sees their relationship develop from best friends, to bitter rivals, to eventual lovers. The five times that Jake felt there was some unspoken thing between himself and Bradley, and the one time he decided to do something about it.

waking up to you by honestlydarkprincess {T}

Jake drinks too much at a party he and Bradley throw for Bob's birthday. He wanders off, settles into Bradley's bed and they fall asleep. That's it, that's the fic. Based on the prompt "we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in"

Calefaction by ReiverReturns {M}

It's 2am, and Bradley isn't used to sharing the hour.

tell the truth, I look better under you by lesbiseresin {G}

Before Bradley knows it, there’s a hand landing on his shoulder and squeezing as Hangman slips past him towards the door. “Hope you don’t snore. Otherwise I might have to shove your face into a pillow,” he tells him, completely cheerful. It makes Bradley want to reach for his collar again, face no longer numb but burning hot in a way he hopes doesn’t show through in color. Instead, he tightens his jaw and does what he’s been doing for the past few days every time Hangman tries to push one of his buttons. He ignores him. (alternatively: and they were bunkmates…)

Storm's Coming by imafriendlydalek {M}

There's a hurricane headed toward San Diego and Rooster gets sent to a nearby aircraft carrier to help move planes back on land before it sails out to sea. Too bad the storm has other plans.

you next to me by coconutcordiale {T}

“We can play for it,” Bradley offers, twisting to reach across Jake and pull a deck of cards he’s tucked into the rack supporting Jake’s mattress. “Loser has to trek across the ship and sleep with Zing.” “He’s not my type,” Jake says, mischief glinting in his eyes when he peers up at Bradley. “Too skinny.” + aka three times there was only one bed and one time there were too many

waiting for a star to fall by billpaxton {E}

Bradley's been struggling to adjust after the uranium mission so Maverick generously gifts him with a weekend pass to a mediation retreat in the Californian woods. He should be grateful - really it's an awfully nice gesture and a getaway Bradley's been desparate for. But it's hard to be appreciative when Maverick forgot to mention anything about having a roommate.

Being your something (for Christmas) by WaffleToaster {E}

It all started because of a damn Christmas sweater. Bradley's pretty sure there's some underlying motive behind all this, all he wants to do is to survive the party, but Jake ends up making everything ten times worse than it actually is. So what can he do other than defend his pride? Throw in some alcohol, some stupid questions and some shameless behaviour and just maybe.. maybe, he'll admit that he's actually having fun. And maybe he'll also admit that he's kind of hoping for something more..

I’ll save you a seat by teacupivy {M}

“What if…” Seresin starts, but then he shakes his head. He’s about to walk away when Bradley grabs for his wrist, nodding at him to go on. “It’s stupid,” he says, rolling his eyes, “but what if we go together?”

feel it all by crueltether {E}

The battery percentage on Jake's phone is nearing the red zone and the last thing he wants is to be completely removed from society (being stuck in a snowstorm in the middle of nowhere is bad enough). He leans down to find the charger in his bag when – “Seresin?” Jake goes still, grin on his lips before he even looks up. “Bradshaw,” he replies, grin twisting into a fond smirk. “As I live and breathe. The hell are you doin’ here?”

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Say That To My Face

Pairing: Dad!Jake x female!reader

TW: mild abuse, violence, angst, fluff

Summary: Jake has always tried to set an example for his daughter but what happens when he catches her being treated like less than a princess?

Word Count:1.5k

A/N: protective dad Jake AND protective uncle Bradley? love to see it.

You left the house for twenty minutes to make a quick trip to the grocery store. Twenty minutes is all it took before your teenage son calls and tells you to come home because something is happening with your daughter and her boyfriend. 

At home, Jake and Bradley are watching a football game with your son Judd when they hear a door slam. Your daughter Josie has been seeing this kid, Colt, for a while and a few months ago things took a turn.

Jake had always gone out of his way to treat both of you right and show Josie how she deserves to be loved. He took her on weekly dates, always opened doors for her, and bought her chocolates and flowers for Valentine's day every year.

He worshipped her from the second she was born and somehow his worst nightmare still came true. His sweet little girl had settled for less than her worth.

In her defense, Colt had done everything right in the beginning and Jake had even liked him. That only made him feel worse to know that he had given his seal of approval. But Colt seemed like a gentleman. He always came to the door, he brought you flowers the first time you met him, and he made Josie happy. Until he didn't.

You've tried talking to her about it but at the end of the day, she's 18 years old and you can't control her. Besides, she's just like Jake, and telling her she shouldn't do something only makes her want it more. 

Jake and Bradley share a look before standing and heading toward your daughter's room. They stand outside and can hear the two of them arguing over something. Jake tenses when he hears his daughter's voice raise an octave. 

"Who the fuck is Emma?" She bites and Bradley stops Jake from ripping the door open. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Colt snaps back and Josie laughs. 

"Do you think I'm stupid?" She asks cynically and Colt laughs bitterly. 

"She's just a friend." His voice is a little too hostile for Jake's liking and it takes all of his restraint not to butt in. 

"Oh," she laughs. “Thirty seconds ago you didn't know what I was talking about but now she's just a friend? Why is there a heart next to her name?" Your daughter is yelling now, and Jake feels pride swell in his chest at the fact she won't let this asshole manipulate her. 

You walk in the door just in time to catch things as they escalate, your son now standing behind his dad and uncle as well. Between Jake, Bradley, and your six-foot-four quarterback son, they look like their own faction of the avengers. 

Your husband shoots you a look and you already know what's going on. Your daughter has confided in you about Colt before, this doesn't come as a surprise. 

Your eyes widen when you hear glass break followed by him screaming. "You're being a crazy bitch! Can you just shut the fuck up for once?!"

That's all it takes for Jake to swing the door open and you see the color drain from the kid's face. He's met with four angry faces and you can see the exact moment he regrets being born. Jake leads the pack, everyone else waiting on standby for his orders. 

"You wanna say that again to my face?" His voice is deep, his southern drawl more evident than usual.

Jake's fighting days are in the past, but Judd is a different story. You see your son's hand twitch and place a gentle hand on his elbow, a silent instruction to keep himself in check. 

Josie takes a step toward her father and Jake guides her to stand behind him. She looks up at Judd and you can tell they're having their own conversation with their eyes. They break eye contact after a few seconds and she moves to stand hip to hip with her brother as he places a protective arm around her shoulder. 

Colt takes a step forward to try and get to your daughter and Jake blocks the doorway with his body. 

"Don't even think about it." He growls and Colt freezes. He's staring past your husband, directly at Josie and you know he's trying to intimidate her. You've seen it all before, but this time it's not going to work. 

You can see the anger and hatred on Colt's face and it makes your stomach turn. They have a stare down for a minute before you hear Bradley speak. 

"Answer her question." He demands and the young man snaps to look at him. 

"What?" He asks and Bradley stands up taller. 

"Who is Emma? Is she the other girl?" He questions and Colt's silence is all the answer they need. 

"You piece of shit!" Judd yells while launching toward him and much to your surprise, your husband moves so your son can get through. 

"Jake!" You scold while trying to get through but Josie grabs your hand. 

"Let him go, mom. This is a long time coming." 

You look back at her and the pain in her eyes is enough to make you reconsider. Maybe Judd getting in a couple good blows in isn't the worst thing in the world.

You watch as your son sends Colt flying backward with an uppercut and before he can swing again, Jake stops him. 

"That's enough, son. We don't kick someone when they're down. Go watch your mom and sister." He orders and your son does as he's told without any protest. 

Jake walks over to the boy who's been mistreating his only daughter and kneels down to get eye-level with him. 

"You have thirty seconds to get the fuck out of my house before I finish what he started." He says, his voice deathly calm. 

Colt stumbles to his feet and starts trying to grab random things that he's left over and Jake stops him. 

"Leave it." He instructs and the man stops to look at him. He scoffs when he sees your husband is serious and knocks his shoulder as he pushes past him. Jake lets it slide, and remains stoic as Colt stomps away. 

He falters for a second to look at Josie again and your son uses his body as a shield while staring him down. Colt looks over at you and you step forward in front of both of your kids. As threatening as the three men are, nothing compares to the wrath of a mother. 

"Go." You spit, your voice dripping venom. He turns on his heel and a few seconds later, the front door slams. As soon as he's gone, everyone visibly relaxes and Josie rushes forward into her father's arms. 

Jake catches her with ease, smoothing her hair down as she cries into his chest. 

"Shhhh," He coos. "I've got you, princess. Daddy's got you." 

"I'm sorry." She cries and Jake's heart shatters in its cage.

"You have nothing to apologize for baby. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known this is how he would turn out. I'm proud of you for recognizing you deserve better and standing up for yourself." He whispers and her sobs start to subside. 

Bradley squeezes your shoulder before letting himself out and Judd goes back to the living room. You watch as they stand like that for a few minutes before she pulls back and peers up at her father. Jake brushes the hair out of her eyes and leans down to kiss her forehead, just like when she was little. 

"Do you want to go out for ice cream like we used to?" He asks and Josie nods eagerly. She's always been a daddy's girl and up until Colt came into the picture a year ago, Jake still took her out for weekly dinner and ice cream dates. It killed him the first time she canceled to spend time with her boyfriend instead.

"Okay, sweetpea. Get dressed and we'll go." He says softly before meeting you in the hallway and closing the door to give her privacy. 

"I love you. You're an amazing father." You tell him while wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean up to give him a sweet kiss and his hands fall to rest on your waist. 

"I love you too sweets. I'm so glad we have our girl back." He confides and you smile up at the sweet man before you. 

"She was never gone, just lost." You say gently and he nods. Josie comes out wearing a sundress Jake bought her and he smiles. 

You give her a tight hug and kiss her cheek. "Have fun, baby. I love you." 

She smiles brightly and your heart swells when you realize this is the first time she's looked happy in months. "Love you too, mama." 

You watch as they leave before plopping down on the couch next to Judd and he leans his head on your shoulder. You run your hand through his messy blonde hair the way you always have and he nuzzles in further. He's always been close to you and you lean over to kiss his head.

"You did good, honey. I'm proud of you." You murmur and he moves to lay his head in your lap. 

"I just did what you and dad taught me. Always protect women." He mutters and you smile to yourself. The two of you settle into the couch to watch a movie and you sigh contentedly, happy that your little family is back to normal.

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Smuts + Kinktober Masterlist

>under construction<

Ordered by: Fandoms, then themes (NSFW alphabets + HC's) Structure: Group member, smutshot name, kinks in square brackets

SIDEMEN

Tobi TBJZL Brown 🔞"Charity Match" - [nail-marks, slight overstim + exhibitionism, rough sex] Whereby as Tobi pulls his top of victoriously after the charity match, someone notices a few seemingly suspicious markings over his body... 🔞"GTA n BJ's" - [teasing, blowjob, slight exhibitionism , orgasm denial] A oneshot story in which Tobi learns that teasing his girlfriend and expecting her not to retaliate is a bigger mistake than he could ever even begin to imagine... Josh Zerkaa Bradley 🔞"Anniversary" - [car sex, teasing, rough sex, blowjob] Happy anniversary! Too bad that whilst Josh tries to enjoy a romantic restaurant date, you're all too riled up and escalate the sexual tension across the table until the two of you can't stand it anymore- so much so that you don't even manage to make it home before you're naked

JJ KSI Olatunji 🔞"KSI NSFW alphabet" [litr everything] 🔞"Quarter-to" - [quickie, riding, desperate sex] JJ just cannot keep it in his pants and wait until after dinner reservations to fuck you- can you need to race against time to get yourselves off and get to your that restaurant in time? 🔞"Seven Minutes in Heaven" - [teasing, exhibitionism, degrading, fingering, begging, orgasm denial, dumbification, orgasm denial] Seven minutes. Locked in a cramped, confined closet with the man you'd been teasing all night, merciless to his touch for those savoured seven minutes where your friends can hear everything within those four thin, wooden walls.

Harry W2S Lewis 🔞W2S NSFW alphabet - [literally everything] 🔞"Threesome" - [praise x reader x degrade trope, threesome, drunk sex, grinding, blowjob, cunnilingus, overstim, implied double penetration] W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks Part of [KINKTOBER] 🔞"Lockdown vids pt 1" - [Discord/Online sex, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, flirting] You're too horny to wait for Harry to finish his recording with Chris, Will and Stephen, yet come to realise the consequences to the impatience of your actions... Part of [KINKTOBER] 🔞"Lockdown vids pt 2" - [Discord/online sex, degrading x reader x praise trope, mutual masturbation, ENF] When Will and Chris catch you two fucking whilst on a Discord call, and just can't help but join... Part of [KINKTOBER] 🔞"Praise Kink" - [pwp, blowjob, praise, choking (on his cock), cum in mouth] kinda porn without plot, just a short 800 word blurb detailing what it'd be like having Harry's cock in your mouth whilst he praises you <3

ALL 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - [cunnilingus, face-sitting, edging, praise, overstim, pain] Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus 🔞"Getting their ass ate HC's" super brief HC's of the SDMN getting their ass eaten

CHAOS CREW

George Clarkey 🔞"Rodeo Ride" - [Rodeo ride, implied drunk sex, begging, rough sex, hair-pulling] Something about George riding that bull machine at the pub just looks so sinful, and the alcohol gives you an extra buzz of confidence when you're talking to him afterwards, leading to a good night with George...

Arthur ATV Frederick 🔞"Submissive" - [sub!Arthur x dom!reader, riding, pwp (porn w/out plot), desperate sex, cunnilingus, dumbification, overstim, cocksitting/warming, begging] 🔞"Locked In" - [Exhibitionism, teasing, sexual tension, risk kink, begging, degrading, fingering, orgasm denial, no protection/pill, rough sex] Xtra long 7.3k word smutshot set in S3 locked in house. Y/n is set the strenuous task of ignoring Arthur all day by Sugarlips - yet when Arthur realises this, he does everything in his power to break her... Will you successfully pass your challenge or succumb to Arthur's antics?

Chris ChrisMD Dixon 🔞"ChrisMD NSFW alphabet" - [litr everything] 🔞"Threesome" - [praise x reader x degrade trope, threesome, drunk sex, grinding, blowjob, cunnilingus, overstim, implied double penetration] W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks 🔞"Piercings" - [nipple piercings, rough sex, sadist mentions, dry humping] in which gf!reader gets nipple piercings as a surprise for Chris, which leaves Chris battling his inner demons and resisting all urges to pull or touch those sensitive buds to see you scream whilst he pounds you | part of [KINKTOBER]

All 🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head

BETA SQUAD

🔞"Beta Squad Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the beta squad (+George🤭) are like as munches

YOUTUBERS+

Callum Callux McGinley 🔞"Callux NSFW alphabet" [litr everything]

Morgan AngryGinge13 Burtwistle 🔞"AngryGinge NSFW alphabet" - [litr everything]

Chris ChrisMD Dixon 🔞"ChrisMD NSFW alphabet" - [litr everything] 🔞"Threesome" - [praise x reader x degrade trope, threesome, drunk sex, grinding, blowjob, cunnilingus, overstim, implied double penetration] W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks 🔞"Piercings" - [nipple piercings, rough sex, sadist mentions, dry humping] in which gf!reader gets nipple piercings as a surprise for Chris, which leaves Chris battling his inner demons and resisting all urges to pull or touch those sensitive buds to see you scream whilst he pounds you | part of [KINKTOBER]

Josh TheBurntChip Larkin ☁️+🔞"TheBurntChip Dating HC's" - [face-sitting, thick girl, bedroom talk] Headcanons of what he'd be like during sex - mix of SFW and NSFW

All 🔞YouTubers+ Eating Out HC's - what this lot'd be like between your legs 🙈

AMP

🔞"AMP eating out HC's" - Headcannons ab what the AMP (+JiDion) are like giving head

KINKTOBER Kinktober all year 'round - basically my way of writing creative smuts which fit into the Kinktober genre, without the pressure of writing every day for a month.

🔞"Lockdown vids pt 1" - [Discord/Online sex, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, flirting] You're too horny to wait for Harry to finish his recording with Chris, Will and Stephen, yet come to realise the consequences to the impatience of your actions... 🔞"Lockdown vids pt 2" - [Discord/online sex, degrading x reader x praise trope, mutual masturbation, ENF] When Will and Chris catch you two fucking whilst on a Discord call, and just can't help but join... 🔞"Threesome" - [praise x reader x degrade trope, threesome, drunk sex, grinding, blowjob, cunnilingus, overstim, implied double penetration] W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks 🔞"Piercings" - [nipple piercings, rough sex, sadist mentions, dry humping] in which gf!reader gets nipple piercings as a surprise for Chris, which leaves Chris battling his inner demons and resisting all urges to pull or touch those sensitive buds to see you scream whilst he pounds you

NSFW ALPHABETS

🔞"ChrisMD NSFW alphabet" 🔞"KSI NSFW alphabet" 🔞W2S NSFW alphabet" 🔞"Callux NSFW alphabet" 🔞"AngryGinge NSFW alphabet"

[cherrycola27]

false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 10: Devil in Her Eyes

Even though it is Saturday, and he should be sleeping in, Bradley's body betrays him, and he finds himself waking up much too early with an unfamiliar warmth pressed against him.

It takes his brain a few seconds to catch up, but once it does, he registers that it's your body pressed up against him.

At some point in the night, the two of you shifted, and now, Bradley had your back firmly pressed up against his torso, with one arm wrapped tightly around you, and your head tucked under his chin.

He kisses the top of your forehead and tries to will himself back to sleep, but it's no use. He's hyper aware situation he is in. The very hard situation he is in.

You shift in your sleep, causing your ass to brush across the massive hard-on he has right now. It's almost painful.

He can't remember the last time he had been dating a girl this long without sleeping with them. He was hoping that last night would have changed that, but after what happened, you both knew it wasn't the time.

But you were worth the wait. Bradley had promised himself that he would be better for you. That he would give up his former fuckboy ways, and be the partner you needed. You deserved it.

You weren't some twenty-something with daddy issues who was trying to piss off her parents, and you weren't some tag chaser who only wanted to be with him because of his shiny pins and medals.

If anything, he was the tag chaser because you had twice as many as he did.

You weren't any of that. You were real— substantial, hardworking. You deserved a partner who was going to support you and respected you, and that's exactly what Bradley wanted to be.

So, at 5:48 in the morning, he hauled himself out of bed to take a shower and to have the quietest solo session of his life.

He emerges roughly twenty minutes later. The dim light from the bathroom barely illuminates his bedroom. He looks over at his bed and chuckles. You've moved from your side of the bed, and now, you are sprawled out in the middle of his sheets like a starfish.

You look so much more peaceful now than you did yesterday. Bradley doesn't dare wake you. Instead, he slips on some gym shots and a Navy tank top. He grabs his phone from the charger before going to his kitchen.

He grabs a banana from the bowl on his island, some water from the fridge and a protein shake. He finds his keys and then quietly slips out of his apartment.

He makes his way to your floor and uses the key you gave him and never took back to unlock your door. He hears Cerberus' paws tapping on the floor as he runs into the living room from one of the bedrooms in your apartment. Bradley gently talks to him as Cerberus excitedly greets him.

Bradley heads to your pantry cabinet and feeds Hydra and Cerberus, and refills their water bowls.

The then makes his way back to your entry way to grab the harness and leash you use when you take Cerby on a run with you. Bradley quickly puts it on him, but it proves to be more difficult than he imagined because Cerberus won't stop licking his face.

"I know, buddy, I'm happy to see you too!" Bradley tells him as he scratches behind his ears. He quickly gathers his things and takes Cerberus into the hallway, and locks the door behind him.

Bradley and Cerberus end up running three miles around your neighborhood. They took a break to watch the sunrise before heading back.

It was almost eight when he dropped Cerby back at your apartment with the promise to be back later.

Bradley had taken his second shower of the day and was making waffles when you finally came out of his room.

You walked bleary-eyed into his kitchen and were met with the glorious sight of Bradley clad in grey sweatpants and a black tee straining against the taught muscles of his back as he worked over his stove.

Now that's a sight you could wake up to every morning

"G'morning," you called to him. Your voice was raspy and still thick with sleep.

"Good morning, Angel. I hope you're hungry." Bradley said as he turned and smiled at you. His curls were slightly damp, probably from a shower you figured, and one of them had the audacity to fall from the neat pile at the top of his head and rest perfectly on his forehead, as if it's sole purpose in life was to taunt you.

"I'm starving, but I need to go to my apartment and feed the fur babies and walk Cerberus." You tell him with a sigh.

"Already taken care of. Cerby and I did three miles and watched the sunrise this morning. Fed him and Hyrda and told them we'd be back later." Bradley smiles at you as he plates some waffles and bacon and slides one in front of you.

You stand there stunned. You can't believe he did that for you, and he made you breakfast.

Bradley takes a seat at his kitchen island and looks at you. "It's going to get cold, dig in." He says.

Gods, he is the best

A wide smile breaks out across your face. You take your plate and set it right next to his before plopping down in his lap and planting a kiss on his lips.

Bradley is startled for a moment but then wraps his arms around you and returns the kiss. When you pull away, you don't get up. Instead, you spend the rest of breakfast, perched on his thigh, eating some of the best waffles you've ever tasted.

"I didn't know you could cook. With how often you end up in my kitchen, I thought that you lived off of beer and instant noodles." You joke with Bradley as the two of you finish up the breakfast dishes.

"Breakfast is about all I can do. My mom tried to teach me so I could impress girls, but breakfast is the only thing that stuck. It is beer and instant noodles and the occasional squished sandwich any other time." Bradley shoots back.

"Well, consider me impressed with your waffle iron skills." You say as you stand up on your tip toes and press a kiss to his lips.

Bradley tries to deepen the kiss, but his nose bumps into yours, and he winces.

It's probably the first of many times he'll be hurt by you

You gently stroke his cheek and trail your finger across the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, Love. You poor thing. What are you going to tell Maverick? You can't wear an oxygen mask with your nose like it is." You say sympathetically.

"I'll tell him a fell down some stairs or something. Don't worry." Bradley tells you with a kiss to your hair. His silent way of telling you not to stress over it.

"Okay." You smile at him.

"Love, as much as I want to stay here with you, I've got to be a responsible pet owner." You say.

"I know. We can both go downstairs. Let me get you some sweatpants to wear." Bradley says, knowing you need clothes too.

You slide on a pair of his sweats and draw them at the waist. The two of you make the quick trip to your apartment, and Hydra and Cerberus are more than happy to see you. After finally getting calmed down, you and Bradley settled on your couch while they settled at your feet.

Bradley turns on your TV and puts on a movie that both of you have seen. He's trying to distract himself to keep from asking you the hundreds of questions he has had racing through his mind after your confessions from last night.

He tries to hold it in, but after an hour, he breaks.

Bradley turns off the TV and turns to you.

"Angel, I know it's probably rude of me, but I have some questions for you—about everything." Bradley says.

There is a short pause. You exhale and meet his eyes. "What do you want to know?" You say.

Bradley pauses to think. As much as he wants to dive into the deep stuff, maybe he should ease in first.

"How old are you—really?" Bradley asks. He figures that it's an easy place to start.

"I am really, three thousand one hundred eighty-nine years old. But Olympian years aren't like human years. One Olympian year is about a hundred human years. So technically, I wasn't lying when I told you I was thirty-one." You answer him.

"But, I've only lived on Earth about eleven hundred years." You say.

"Okay. Makes sense, I guess." Bradley says. "What else do you want to know?" You ask him. You have a feeling that is could go one of two ways, and you weren't sure which one would be harder to explain.

"You said that you burned Persephone, and you were banished because of that. What do you mean? If it's too much for you to talk about, I understand. I'm just—curious." He says sheepishly. So much for him easing in

You breathe a sigh of relief.

You weren't ready to have the conversation about his parents yet.

"Well—" you begin.

"Zeus is my older brother. Out of the 'Big Three' of myself, Zeus, and Poseidon, I'm the youngest. Persephone is also older than me. That's important." You tell him. Bradley nods his head.

"Before there was Hera, Persephone was betrothed to Zeus. But she didn't—she said she didn't love him. She came to visit me in the Underworld because she fancied me. She thought I was charming and mysterious. To be a young Goddess, she said I was so mature. Wise beyond my years. I was completely taken by her. She was the first person who ever showed a real interest in me." You say.

"She was lively, beautiful, energetic. She lit up any room she walked in and made my life brighter. She was always the center of attention. When she was around, people were drawn to her. And she had this was of making you feel special—important, like you were the only person in the world who mattered. Just like you, Love. I guess you could say I have a type." You snicker.

"Persephone made me feel important, desirable—worthwhile. When you're the Goddess of death, you're used to being cast a side, but she put me on a pedestal." You explain to him. Bradley listens with wrapped attention.

All you ever wanted was for someone to pay attention to you

"What started out as an autumn infatuation turned into a winter romance. Everything was fine— until spring came, and she was supposed to go back to marry Zeus. I told her she could stay with me. We could marry and rule the Underworld together. But then—well—that's where it gets hazy." You tell Bradley.

"Hazy? What do you mean?" Bradley asks you.

What did you mean?

"Well, I can remember very clearly asking Seph to stay and marry me, but then it's like I have these—these— gaps. It's foggy. The next thing I remember is being on trial in Olympus." You press your fingers to your forehead to try and remember.

"Trial?" Bradley asks.

A witchtrial was more like it

"Zeus summoned me from the Underworld to stand trial for the crime of intentionally maiming Persephone in an effort to keep her to myself. She came to Olympus in shambles about how I had proposed to her and that she tried to break off it because she had come to her senses and realized that she did want me and when she told me that, I lost control and burned her face because I knew Zeus wouldn't have an imperfect bride." You explained.

"Did you?" Bradley breathes out. Almost ashamed to ask.

Did you?

"I don't think so. But I don't remember. I loved Persephone. I never would have hurt her on purpose. She said I made her ugly and unlovable because of how her face and neck were scarred from my fire burns. But I didn't think she was ugly. I still thought she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. I tried to defend myself, but no one would listen to me." You could feel the tears starting to build.

You still remember how much it hurt you. Seeing her standing here. Her her once perfect skin marred with scars that you caused.

You never once thought they made her any less beautiful. Just like how you never thought Bradley's made him any less handsome.

"She said such hurtful things about me. She called me 'a crisis of her faith.' A demon, —a monster. 'A love sick-child who couldn't take no for an answer'." You sighed heavily.

"Zeus was going to force Persephone to stay in the Underworld because my brother is vain and wouldn't marry a disfigured woman. He thought having her there with me was a fitting punishment. A constant reminder of what I had done. But Demeter, Persephone's mother, threatened to withhold the harvest. She'd cause a famine and wipe out the mortals. And if there were no mortals, who would worship the might Zeus?" You laugh sarcastically.

"So, Zeus banished me to the Underworld. I would never be allowed to return to Olympus. Then, he and Poseidon created the River Styx. When I'm in my true form, because of my fire, I can't cross water. Everyone thinks that the River Styx is to keep the living out of the Underworld. But it's not. It's to keep me in." You whisper as a few tears slip down your cheek.

It was a cage

Because that's what monsters belonged in

Bradley pulls you in for a hug. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, Angel. I promise that I will never hurt you like that. I love you." Bradley kisses you tenderly.

"And do you want to know the most fucked up thing about it?" You say.

As if the whole thing wasn't fucked up enough

"What?" Bradley asked you.

"I was nineteen Olympian years old when it happened. I was nineteen, and Persephone was thirty-two. I was still a kid. I mean, one thousand nine hundred earth years seems like a lot, but I was so young." You start to cry.

"All of this happened right before I turned two thousand. Now you know why I didn't like my birthday." You breathe out.

"Then, I was about twenty-one hundred when Zeus got all of us banished to Earth. When it first happened, I tried so hard to complete my quest, thinking maybe I could win them over and get Seph back. But I realized that they would never accept me, and if I did complete it, I'd be back in the Underworld, alone, forever. Banishment meant freedom. So that's why I stopped trying."

Bradley is silent for a minute as he takes it all in. "I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll be better for you than she ever was."

"You already are." You tell him.

And you mean it

He tucks you to his side, and you two spend the better part of the day curled up on your couch. That is until Hangman texts the group chat asking everyone to meet up for drinks and pool. You aren't thrilled about going, but Bradley convinces you that it will be good to get out of the house after the disaster that was yesterday.

"Fine." You finally agree. "But can we hold off on telling everyone about us until after Christmas? I know we had to tell Maverick, but I just want to keep you to myself for a little while longer." You say to him.

The two of you had been keeping your relationship quiet from the rest of the team.

"I guess. But at the New Years Eve party Penny throws every year, I'm planting the biggest kiss on you at midnight so everyone knows exactly whose girl you are." Bradley mumbles against your lips before kissing you.

..................

The Hard Deck is packed tonight. And you know that you were the one who had asked Bradley to keep your relationship quite for a little longer, but all you want to do right now is thread your fingers through his, press your body up against him, and give him the sweetest kiss.

It's killing you that he looks so good tonight in a bright floral print shirt and tight jeans. He's currently sitting on a barstool talking to Payback and Fanboy about who knows what, and his thighs are spread wide and they look like they would make the perfect seat.

You're about to say fuck it and go over there and deal with the fallout later. But before you can, some perky blonde does exactly what you were thinking about.

Bradley freezes as she wraps her arms around his neck. He is visibly uncomfortable as he tries to gently, but firmly push her off his lap and stand up.

Raged floods your body. You were gripping your beer bottle so tightly that you were worried it would shatter. You could feel yourself heating up the longer you watched her shamelessly throw herself at Bradley.

Your Bradley

You tried to stay calm, and you could see that Bradley was clearly trying to get her away and tell her he wasn't interested.

But the final straw came when she persisted and brought one of her hands up to stroke the scars along his face and neck.

Bradley all but shoved her off of his lap before briskly walking away. And it's a good thing too because you were two seconds away from grabbing a fistful of her hideous extensions and dragging her off of him. Some people just couldn't take a hint.

You tried to go find Bradley, but Jake grabbed you by the arm and shoved a pool cue into your hand and demanding you be his partner for a round.

Maybe this was for the best. You needed a minute to cool down.

After you and Jake beat Javy and Nat, you were determined to find Bradley. You didn't have to look far. He was just about to unplug the juke box when the same blonde from earlier came over to him with a beer in her hand. A peace offering, you suppose.

Fucking bitch

You watched Bradley decline her offer as his eyes searched the room for you. He shot you a wink over the rim of his sunglasses before pulling the plug and walking over to the upright piano Penny had.

You chuckled as you watched the other woman walk away. But you didn't miss the way her eyes still lingered on Bradley.

You walked over to the piano and leaned against the top of it along with the rest of the squad. Bradley played a few warmup bars that already had the patrons in an excited mood, but the place truly came to life as the first notes of his famous rendition of "Great Balls of Fire" rang out.

You clapped and laughed and cheered with glee as he sang his heart out. He looked incredibly as he threw his head back and sang. You zeroed in on the vein, straining in his neck and the bead of sweat that trickled down it. You wanted to run your lips and tongue over it and taste his salty, sweet skin. You watched his skilled fingers dance over the keys, and you wondered if he could play your body just as well as he could play the piano. His fingers flew over the black and white keys as he came up on the interlude of the song.

That damn blonde was still eyeing him, so you decided to throw caution to the wind and stake your claim in front of everyone.

You rounded the piano, and as he played, you ducked under Bradley's arm, and without him missing a beat, you perched yourself on his thigh. His eyebrow shot up in surprise, but he kept on playing. As he sang out the second "kiss me, baby" of the song, you did just that. Leaning forward, you planted a steamy, sloppy kiss on his lips. He shimmied as he sang, "Oh, that feels good, baby."

You leaned back against his chest and shot the blonde a smug look before looking to your friends who broke out into applause and whooped over the crowd with joy.

As Bradley finished, you cupped his jaw and kissed him again. He kissed you back in a way that was probably a little indecent for the location, but he didn't care. He probably would have continued if Jake hadn't loudly shouted for the two of you to get a room.

You thought that was a fine idea, so you leaned close and whispered in Bradley's ear, "What do you say, Love, wanna get out of here?"

Bradley didn't answer. Instead, he stood up, grabbed you by the hand, and led you to the bar so he could pay the tab. Once he settled up with Penny, he all but dragged you out of the bar.

The entire ride back to the apartment complex was silent. Bradley's hand was planted on your thigh. Ever so often, he would silde it closer and closer to your aching core.

After he zoomed into the park garage and peeled into his parking spot, extremely crooked, he wasted no time unbuckling both of your seat belts. He looped his finger through the belt loops on your jeans and slid you across the bench seat right next to him.

He fingers curled in your hair as he pulled you to him for a filthy kiss.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as you battled with each other for dominance. Your fingers gripped at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. If he kept kissing you like this, you weren't going to make it inside.

While the thought of him taking you right there in the front seat of his Bronco sounded amazing, you wanted to take him to your bed so he could fuck you properly. You wanted him to sleep beside you again so your sheets would smell like him when he eventually had to go back to his apartment.

"Bradley—Bradley lets go upstairs." You finally managed to pant out between kisses. He groaned in protest but agreed.

He quickly jumped out of his car and pulled you out of the drivers side behind him before tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"Bradley!" You shrieked as bounded towards the elevator. "Put me down!" You said to him, but he ignored your protests. Instead, he swatted your ass and laughed.

He did put you down in the elevator only to press you up against the wall as he kissed you again.

"Your place or mine?" He asked you.

"Mine." You confirmed as you blindly felt for the button.

The ride to your floor seemed to take an eternity. You prayed that you wouldn't have to stop because if you did, the people in your building would certainly get a show. Bradley had one of his knees pressed between your legs, and you were grinding down on him as you fumbled with his belt buckle.

You had just gotten it open and unzipped his jeans when you heard the ding of the bell, letting you know you had arrived to your floor.

Bradley wrapped his hands around the backs of your thighs and hoisted you into his arms to walk you down the hallway.

Your lips trailed kisses everywhere you could reach. His chin, his jaw, behind his ear. But your favorite place was along the scar on his neck. The sound he made when your tongue glided along it had your panties absolutely soaked.

Bradley pressed you up against your door as he fumbled with his key ring to find the right one. Thankfully he managed to unlock the door without dropping you.

You were also thankful that you'd made sure to put Hydra and Cerberus in their crates in your spare bedroom for the night. You didn't want any unwanted visitors right now.

Once you were inside, the last ounce of decency you and Bradley had was gone. He slipped out of his shoes in your entry way. You kicked yours off somewhere behind him.

Now that you were behind closed doors, you wanted him naked. You pushed his floral print shirt off his shoulders as he sat you briefly on your feet to get you out of your pants .

He quickly yanked his white t-shirt off as you pushed his jeans down to his ankles and he kicked the the rest of the way off before picked you back up again.

Clad in only his boxers, Bradley was impossibly hard. As much as he wanted to lay you down and love you right. There was no way he was making it to your bedroom. He wanted you now.

Bradley settled on your couch with you perched in his lap. You could feel his erection pressing into you. You rolled your hips against him a few times. Bradley growled at the sensation. It felt amazing.

His hands came to the front of your blouse as he attempted to undo the tiny buttons that held it closed, but his fingers were just too big, and he fumbled over them.

Frustrated and desperate to feel more of your skin against his, Bradley pulled your top apart—hard.

The buttons went flying and scattered across the room as they clattered to the floor. You gasped against his mouth he pulled the now ruined piece of clothing your body.

You wanted to be mad at him, but the way his tongue was licking into your mouth, the way his lips felt against yours, how his large hands felt roaming your skin, made it impossible to be.

His hands lit a path of fire on your skin as they trailed up from their post on your waist. He palmed your breasts through the lace of your bra. He pulled the cups down, causing your soft flesh to spill over top, on display for him.

Bradley hummed in appreciation as he rolled one of your nipples between his fingers and caught the other one with his warm, wet mouth. He laved it to a stiff peak before pulling off with a soft pop and switching to the other.

You grapsed his curls tightly as he showed it the same attention. All the while, your cloth cover cunt moved in a steady rhythm over his tented boxers.

Bradley's lips moved to the valley of your breasts, where he left a line of sloppy kiss up to your collar bone. He lightly nipped the skin, causing you to gasp before reclaiming your lips.

Now, it was your turn to explore his skin. You pulled your lips away from him before greedily nipping and kissing across his firm jaw line. You left a trail of wet kisses down his neck and throat, causing him to groan from deep in his chest.

You then dragged your lips down his clavicle before pressing delicate kisses across his shoulder and up to his neck. You nipped his ear lob, and Bradley let out a wanton moan before one of his hands slid up up your neck and lightly gripped your throat. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention.

Bradley applied light pressure and used his grip to bring your mouth back to his.

He fucked his tongue into your mouth as you carded your fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp.

Bradley moaned as your hips worked faster against him.

He dropped his hands to your ass, grabbing two fistful of it to help guide your movements.

You wrapped your body tighter around him, squeezing his hips with your thighs as you let yourself get lost in the moment and how good it felt.

Bradley's hips canted up to your core faster and faster.

Each time, you could feel the fat head of his cock brush against your clit. You swore that he was going to make you cum before you even took you clothes off.

Bradley also found himself getting lost in the moment and how good it felt to kiss you while you writhed in his lap.

He didn't know how lost he was until his pelvis snapped erratically against yours.

"Fuck—shit—oh—fu—Angel—stop!" Bradley panted out with a shakey breath.

You immediately stilled your hips and looked at him wide eyes.

Oh Gods, you'd hurt him

"Wha—what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?" You asked, terrified of his answer.

Bradley met your eyes, and you studied his face. His cheeks were flushed, and not just from your kisses. He looked—embarrassed.

"No, Angel, you didn't—fuck—you didn't do anything wrong." Bradley said. "It's just—I—" He trailed off and hung his head.

You let out a deep breath when Bradley said that you hadn't done anything wrong. Relief washed over you, and you settled yourself back down on Bradley's thighs.

He jerked at the sensation, and that's when you felt it.

A warm, sticky wetness against the inside of your thighs that wasn't yours.

Your eyes went wide again at the realization.

"Bradley—Love, did you—did you—" you weren't even sure how to say it.

"I came in my boxers like a goddamn teenager." Bradley sighed as he raked his hands over his face.

"Angel, I am so fucking sorry. I swear this hasn't happened since the tenth grade when Sarah McCormick French kissed me in the back of the movie theater on our third date." Bradley sighs as he shakes his head.

You don't mean to, but you can't help it as a luagh bubbles out of you.

"It isn't funny. I'm thirty-five, and this shouldn't happen. You just felt so good, and I was so turned on. I've never finished before my partner like that! Just—just give me a few minutes to recover, and I'll make it up to you. I'll be so good for you, Baby." Bradley exclaims.

"Love, don't worry about it. And please don't feel bad that you didn't get me off. I've never had a man make me cum." You admit to him.

"Never?" Bradley looks at you like you have three heads.

"Well, I didn't get out much after everything with Persephone. In my time on Earth, I haven't had that many partners. I've found that I can't sleep with someone I'm not invested in. I haven't had sex in over fifty years. I kind of gave up on it. If James Dean couldn't get the job done, I figured that I'm probably broken. But I know how to take care of myself." You tell him.

"You slept with James Dean?" Bradley's eyes look like they might pop out of his skull.

"Yeah. It was—lackluster." You shrug.

"And no one has been able to make you cum—for a thousand years?" Bradley continues.

"I think it's because I could never get out of my head." You admit.

"Well, I'd like to try and fix that because you aren't broken. Can I try? Please?" Bradley almost begs. "Yes—please" you whisper against his lips as he kisses you.

But this time, it's slower— Bradley takes his time moving his mouth against yours with a purpose. He drags a hand down the curve of your spine before caressing your hip and splaying it over your stomach.

He slowly inches it down until he can dip his fingertips into the elastic of your panties. The pads of his fingers brush against you swollen bundle of nerves.

Bradley lightly taps on your clit before swirling two fingers around it.

He gages every reaction you make. He takes note over every little gasp and sound and hitch in your breath. He pays close attention to the way your body responds to him.

Bradley continues his journey southward and runs his knuckle through your slick folds before dipping into your slit with two fingers.

He curls them upwards, searching for that rough, rubbery spot that he's sure will have you seeing starts.

You jerk in his lap when he finds it. He zeros in on it, like a target in his F-18.

Oh Gods, does it feel good

You take your lip between your teeth as he draws his the pads of his fingers across it over and over again.

"Don't bit your lip. Don't hold any of your pretty little sounds in. I wanna hear you." He tells you before kissing you.

You leaned forward, pressing your body against his as he picked up the speed of his fingers. Bradley adds his thumb to the mix, drawing tight circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his hand on their own accord. The lewd sounds of his fingers gliding through your wetness fill the room.

Bradley continues to work his hand against you, and you can't believe how fucking good it feels. Heat coils in your belly. You can feel it tightening in your stomach, you haven't felt this in such a long time.

Fuck, he's good at this

Bradley feels your pussy walls flutter around his fingers, griping his digits for dear life.

"You're gripping my fingers so tight, Baby. Feels so good." Bradley praises you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck as you feel the tension building.

Maybe you weren't broken after all

You're trying your best to stay of your head so you can enjoy this because it feels amazing.

You're close. The closest you've been in almost seventy years.

"Bra—Bradley." You whine ou against his neck.

"I know. I know, baby. Let it happen. Don't fight it. Let go." He encourages you.

So you don't fight it. You let it happen.

And after a few more strokes of his thumb, the band snaps, and you cum hard in his lap.

Your thighs tremble and shake as your whole body convulsed. Bright light errputs behind your eyes as you let out a loud groan of pleasure. It's so intense that your body feels like you're flying.

Bradley is captivated as he watches you fall apart for him.

Watching you shatter is, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Bradley had never been one to use the word "ethereal" to describe beauty. But the way you looked when you came for him, there was truly no other way to describe it.

He watched the fire dance in your eyes before you closed them and gave yourself full over to the pleasure. Your body practically glowed as you chanted his name over and over like a sacred prayer.

As you came down, he held you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck, whispering words of reassurance against your ear.

You feel boneless as you finally come down from your high. Your head is resting on Bradley's chest and you can hear his heart pounding.

"That was—that was amazing." You pant out.

"You looked so beautiful." Bradley praised you.

"Why don't we go take a shower and then lay down." Bradley suggested. You nodded and tried to stand up, but your legs felt like jello. Now, it was Bradley's turn to laugh as he carried you to the shower.

Both of you cleaned up quickly. You put Bradley's clothes in the washer for him for tomorrow.

You found the boxers and sweatpants he'd lent to you in your dryer. He slipped the boxers on while you grabbed his Top Gun tee, which was also fresh and clean, and put it one before you decided to skip the undies.

By the time Bradley helped you into bed, you could hardly keep your eyes open. You curled into his chest as he laid down beside you for a much better sleep than the night before.

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[bradshawfanclub]

With You

Made this account because I thought I lost my original, so hop over to @bradshaw-fanclub to read the rest of my works

Pretty much part II of "Thinking of You"

Summary: Reader finally sees Bradley after weeks apart.

Warnings: smutty smut, minors DNI!!, Bradley’s dirty mouth, oral (male receiving), fingering, probably got a seat reserved in hell for this one, minimal editing, gif has no purpose other than to remind you how beautiful he is

You're sitting at Bradley's graduation banquet, he's in the chair next to you at a large, circular dinner table. His hand is on your thigh and he’s running his thumb back and forth across the fabric of your black dress - a stark contrast to his Navy Whites.

There's other graduates and their dates at the table with you and although Bradley had introduced you to them, you can't remember any of their names to save your life, too distracted by how good your boyfriend looks.

He's laughing along to something one of the graduates is saying. There's a slight flush to his face, he's got a few drinks in his system and he's riding the high of graduating the Top Gun program. He looks happy, buzzing with an energy that you haven't seen in a while.

It's been 13 weeks since you saw him last. You had stayed home while he went away for training and, while he tried to call you every day, it was a busy 13 weeks. You're happy to be here for him, to support him, but all you can think about is how long it's been since you've been with the man next to you.

You try to follow along with the conversation, but his hand seems to be burning where it lays on your thigh, a constant reminder that he's so close to where you really want him.

Your need for him isn't a surprise, you'd texted him plenty while he was gone about how much you missed him, needed him and occasionally had time to relieve yourself over the phone; the sound of his voice all that you needed, husky and raw as he guided you through your actions.

But now you're sitting right next to the man who has been on your mind for weeks in less than PG ways and you can't touch him - at least not in the way you want.

He's telling a story, his eyes flicking to you. He catches you staring, the corner of his lips quirking up and he holds your gaze. His story trails off, just for a split second - and the way he's looking at you, it's like he knows what you're thinking.

He lifts his glass of water to his lips, taking a slow sip. He shoots you a knowing wink before clearing his throat and turning back to the group.

And, dammit. You had thought that maybe -

"Well ladies, gentlemen. I think it's time y/n and I call it a night," he says to the table and hold on a minute. Bingo!

He stands, hand held out to you and you take it eagerly. He helps you to your feet, lips ghosting a kiss against your cheek and a chorus of teasing rooster crows breaks out at the table. Rooster rolls his eyes, flipping the table off discreetly before he wraps his arm around your waist. He waves his final goodbye, leading you out of the banquet hall and to his blue Ford truck.

You're pretty sure you're shaking with excitement because finally. You're going to be alone with Rooster after thirteen long weeks.

He opens the passenger side door for you and you move to slip in, but you stop. You turn to face him, hands deftly sliding up around his neck to pull his lips to yours. He lets out a surprised moan, his hands coming to your hips, body pressing yours against the truck, and the corner of the doorway pressing into your back almost hurts, but the feeling of his lips hot and wanting against yours distracts you.

His tongue swipes hotly against your bottom lip and you let him in, his dominating yours. He's balling up the fabric of your dress in his hands, absentmindedly pulling the fabric up and if you weren't on the naval air station, you'd let him take you right then and there.

"Rooster," you gasp, the separation of your lips allowing him to trail hot kisses down your neck. He settles over your pulse point, teeth grazing the skin before his lips sooth over the sting. One of his hands has slid to your thigh, lifting your leg up against his hip and oh-

He starts a slow grind, the crips fabric of his Navy Whites against the flimsy material of your panties is so good.

"Not here," you whine out, voice breathy and high pitched but you can't control it - not when the hard, hot grind of his cock against your sex is so delicious.

"Take me home, Bradley," you all but beg and that gets him going.

And, yes technically home is the wrong term, you're shacked up in a hotel room - but 'take me to the hotel' didn't have the same sexiness to it.

"Fuck yeah," he breaths out, raspy with need. He lifts you into the truck, reaching across you to buckle you in, even though you could totally do it yourself, and you take the opportunity to bite a kiss into his neck. He shudders, body going tense where he's practically stretched out across you and he grunts out a quiet fuck.

But just as fast, he kicks back into gear and hurriedly shuts you door, jogging his way to the driver side. He climbs in, turning the key and high-tailing it out of there.

The press of his cock against the white of his uniform is mesmerizing, long and thick and hard. You're not even ashamed to say that it's mouth-watering and your brain floods with thoughts of getting your lips around him, to feel the hot weight of him on your tongue.

"Don't look at me like that," he says, voice thick with the promise of sex, "I swear I'll pull this fucking truck over if you keep looking at me like that."

And it really isn't such a bad idea.

"I've missed you, Roos," you say, all needy and wantonly and his jaw ticks, knuckles going white where he grips the steering wheel, like it's taking everything in him not to pull over.

And suddenly you want to see just how much it takes.

You start with a teasing touch, your fingertips trailing lightly up his thigh and his eyes flicker down to the contact.

"Y/n." Bradley warns and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stifle your eager smile.

You trace the outline of his cock, touch feather light before you give in and press the flat of your palm against him, just the way he likes. The friction punches a breath out of Bradley, the muscles in his thighs going tense.

This side of Bradley, the side where he's practically vibrating as he tries to control himself is so hot - and you intend to push your limits.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and Bradley shoots you a warning glare, as if telling you that you know the rules. Bradley's a good driver, observant and quick thinking even if he tends to go at least 10 over the speed limit; but he'll go to his grave telling you that you can't trust other people on the road. You're both stubborn; you about a lot of things, Bradly about your safety. You've sat in a Walmart parking lot for almost a half hour, the truck running idly as you both stared at each other. Bradley had refused to even back out of the parking spot until you put your seatbelt on, and you were feeling a little bratty and wanted to challenge him - you had finally conceded and buckled in.

Not tonight, though. He can give you his angry, broody eyes all he wants - you're winning tonight.

You slide across the cab bench, body pressing right up against his, your palm grinding a steady rhythm against his cock. Maybe it’s the friction or maybe he just thinks better of starting that argument, because he throws his right arm over the seats, making room for you.

That's all the permission you need. You press your face into his neck, kissing and biting at the skin as you work on undoing his belt and the button of his uniform pants.

His breath is coming out uneven and ragged, but he still manages to sound smug when he says, "so fucking needy, hm? Just couldn't wait until we got home?"

You shake your head against his neck, whispering thoughts about how much you need him, how much you missed him and he groans out a curse.

You pull back so you can see what you're doing as you try to work his uniform pants down his legs, just enough so you can get to the main event.

You stroke him in your hand, well aware that he's stealing glances at you from where his gaze is trained on the road ahead as you stare down at his cock in awe. You've told him time and time before that he's got a pretty cock, thick and long and just fucking pretty to look at. He'll deny it, thinks it's weird that you'd choose pretty of all adjectives; but that doesn't stop his dick from jumping when he catches you staring, when he sees how much you love it.

The cab of his truck is big, there's no center console for you to fight for space, so it's easy for you to slip to the floor - not between his legs but close enough to him that it'll be easy to wrap your lips around him.

He must look down at you, because next thing you know he's muttering a string of curses and groaning out an oh, fuck me.

You lick a slow stripe up the length of him, enjoying the jump in his thighs before slipping the tip between your parted lips. You circle the sensitive head with your tongue, wetting the skin so you can bob lower down onto the length of him, hand working in tandem with your mouth.

The hand that was thrown over the seats has settle in your hair, his hold on you keeping your pace nice and slow. You look up at him from beneath your lashes; his face is flushed red, jaw slack, mouth hung open slightly. His eyes are jumping from the road to you, the sight of your lips stretch around his cock too good for him to miss after being gone for so long.

"You're so fucking good for me," he rasps out, chest expanding with every ragged inhale. There's sweat beading up in his hairline, muscles tense and shaking and he looks so fucking good.

"Look so pretty with your lips around my cock," he continues and you hum around him, his hips jerking up at the feeling.

You take him as far as you can, the fat tip of him nudging the back of your throat and that must be all that it takes. You can feel the truck come to a fast stop, feel the bumps of the wheels as he pulls off the road. He puts the truck into park, thighs spreading wide as he gets comfortable and slowly starts fucking up into your mouth.

You moan around the width of him, letting him take over. There's tears sticking to your lashes as he nudges the back of your throat over and over, your nails digging into his thighs and he mutters filthy things about how pretty you look, how pretty your lips look when they're fucked raw.

He pulls your head back, hand still tangled in your hair as he guides you up to his lips; he kisses you hard and deep, teeth plumping your bottom lip further, tongue teasing yours. He gets you into his lap, your dress bunched up around your hips, his hands on your ass, squeezing and pulling, grinding your panty clad sex over his cock.

The material slips, just slightly and you get a tease of his bare cock against your wetness, the hot press of him against where you need him most. He reaches around behind you, fingers moving your panties to the side as he runs the tips across your wet folds.

"S'wet for me," he grunts out, pressing deeper into your heat, but continues his teasing glide up and down your sex.

"Bradley," you beg, hips chasing the dizzying tease of his fingers.

"I got you, baby," he rasps, "M'gonna take care of you."

He dips his middle and ring finger into you, curls them against your fluttering walls and you cry out, hips pressing down against his fingers to get him deeper.

"Look at you," he says, all raw and smug, "look how needy you are, fucking yourself down onto my hand."

And you don't care, because that's exactly what you're doing. You're fucking your hips back into the teasing thrust of his fingers, needing more and more and more.

He pulls his fingers away, the glide of them across the skin of your ass leaves a trail of your wetness and he lifts your hips so he can position himself at your entrance.

He pauses, running the tip along your sex as he grunts out, "I don't have any condoms, baby."

And you don't care, at least not tonight.

You’re kissing him again, whispering please and need you against his lips between kisses.

And truthfully he’s a man of only so many morals; can’t stop himself from guiding your sex down onto the bare length of him, can’t stop himself from telling you how much he loves your sweet pussy, how wet and hot you are for him.

He’s thrusting up into you, your hips chasing the sweet grind as you move in tandem. Your dress sticks to your skin, the air in the truck hot and damp with the smell of sex.

“Missed your pussy, baby,” he grunts out, sweat trailing down his cheek, his jaw, the long planes of his neck, “thought about it every night.”

He grabs handfuls of your ass, guiding your hips up and down his dick as he thrusts up into, his lips and teeth biting a trail along the line of your collar bone.

And it’s perfect, so perfect; the long, thick drag of his cock in your tight heat, his lips whispering filthy things against the shell of your ear.

You must zone out, body focuses on the pleasure, because next thing you know Bradley draws his hand back, smacking your ass before he growls out, “I said tell me how good it feels, tell me you love having my cock buried in your sweet little pussy.”

“Bradley,” you’re breathless, eyes squeezing tight because you’re so close.

His hands still your hips and your eyes fly open, protests already spilling past your lips.

He’s watching you; eyes dangerous, fingers flexing against your hips where he’s holding you so tight, like he’s trying to keep from pulling you into a grind.

“Tell me,” he rasps, grinding up into you with each word, like it’s a reminder of how good it feels.

“So good,” you cry out, “Bradley, it’s so fucking good, I missed you- please, Bradley-“

Words are pouring from your mouth, you’re not even sure if you’re actually saying them - drunk on the pleasure coursing through you, desperate to come.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” he breaths, “I’ve got you, gonna make you come all over my dick, baby.”

And then he’s moving again. He sinks down into the seat, really getting his feet set under him before he’s fucking up into you like he needs it to live. You collapse against him, back arching just the slightest to give him a better angle, face pressed to his shoulder as you cry out yes and please and Bradley.

Your climax blinds you, body going taut as you fall apart on top of him, eye rolling back into your head, legs shaking, walls fluttering tightly around him, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

“That’s it,” he’s grunting into your ear, “that’s it baby, come all over my cock.”

He follows behind, mumbles “gonna come in that pretty little pussy, baby,” into your ear before he’s cut off with a groan. He grinds up into you in short thrusts as he comes, dick buried deep in your sex, eyebrows pulled tight together, fingers digging bruises into your hips, lower lip caught tight between his teeth.

You’re panting against each other, clothes damp and sticky with sweat. He doesn’t pull you off of him, both of you basking in the post sex high.

He’s rubbing circles into your lower back, lips pressing kisses onto the crown of your head.

“I missed you,” he says, probably for the hundredth time since he picked you up from the airport that morning and you inhale, refreshing your brain on the scent of him.

“I’m proud of you,” you say, sitting back to look at his face, leaning in to press a kiss high on his cheek bone, “I’m so so proud of you, Roos.”

He’s grinning a cute little boyish grin, looking up at you from your spot in his lap like he’s never seen anything more beautiful; eyes full of soft admiration like he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life a minute ago.

He kisses your lips softly before he taps your ass, helping you off his lap and onto the cab bench before tucking himself away. You straighten out your dress, buckling yourself in and he leans over to kiss you; once, twice, a third time, like he can’t get enough of your raw, pouty lips.

His thumb brushes your lower lip and he’s staring at it like he’s thinking the same thing.

“I’m gonna get you home and I’m gonna fuck you on every possible surface,” he decides and a hot flush races up your neck.

Because, yeah, you have a lot of catching up to do.

[katcoquette]

Heads Up

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x f!Reader

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summary: you and your friends have an encounter with the navy boys while enjoying a day at the beach.

★ word count: 979

★ author's note: a little late to the game but god I can't get him off my mind. part two

You sigh contently, before lifting your head off the makeshift towel pillow just enough to take a sip of the drink sitting next to you. You and your friends were enjoying a relaxing day at the beach: good company, a brand-new book, a beautiful view, cold drinks- it didn’t get much better than that.

The sun was less intense than it had been a few hours earlier, your beach umbrella now folded up and sitting next to the rest of your stuff. You stretched your legs out, absentmindedly toeing the sand as you pushed your sunglasses back up your nose and picked up your book.

“What page are you on?” One of your friends, Z, asks. You pause and check the corner of the page. “98.” She takes a deep breath in and pulls a face, eyebrows raised. “Tell me when you get to 104.” You laugh and agree, now excited to see what had given her that reaction.

Your group goes back to a comfortable silence, engrossed in various activities, an occasional comment breaking through.

“This has been such a good day.” Your friend, Gemma, says and you notice her sit up. “But that… that brings it to another level.”

“Holy hell…” You hear Z mutter under her breath, pulling down her sunglasses.

“What?” You turn to see what they’re looking at.

Damn.

You’d heard that there was a navy base near here, but you’d never thought you’d actually run into them while you were here, let alone a massive group of them.  

“Dibs on the one with a moustache.” You hear Max chime in from behind you. She puts her fingers to her lips, but you slap her hand down, stopping the whistle from forming. “Be subtle!” You scold.

 Z twists around, raising an eyebrow at Max, “Half of them have mustaches, hun.”

You all watch as shirts are shed, and a football is pulled out of someone’s bag.

Max grins, shares a look with Z, and attempts another whistle toward the group, succeeding this time.

Simultaneously, half of the guys turn to face the four of you, some of them obviously loving the attention more than others. One of them flexes with a smirk, causing Max to cheer.

You hide your face in your book but can’t help laughing along with them when you peek over the top of it a few seconds later.

The one that catches your eye stands to the side, amused by the situation but also removed from it. He’s flipping the ball in his hands, watching the two groups interact from across the beach.

When he glances at you your stomach flips.

He breaks eye contact first. It takes you a few seconds to catch your breath and zone back into the conversation.

Then it becomes one of those moments where anything that anyone does sets off another round of breathless laughter.

When you finally calm down, you go back to the comfortable silence, taking turns sneaking glances while they start playing football. At some point, your quiet day is interrupted again, and not by the rowdiness of their game.

This time, it was by one of the men yelling, “Heads up!” and Gemma calling your name in a panic.

You roll onto your stomach in an attempt to avoid the ball hurdling toward you, and instinctively reach to cover your neck. You yelp as you hear the ball hit the ground by your head, barely missing you.

You sit up, eyes shifting between the ball, your friends, and then the culprit. You let out a breathy laugh. “Nice one!” Gemma yells sarcastically.

And then he’s jogging toward you.

He’s practically glowing in the golden light of the sunset, brown aviators balancing on his nose, his skin glistening with salt water or sweat, you’re not sure.

You see an opportunity and take it, grabbing the ball and jumping up to meet him halfway.

The closer you get to him, the more sheepish his expression becomes. You cross one arm over your chest, resting your hand on your other arm that held the ball out to him.

“I believe this is yours.” You purse your lips, only letting a small smile slip.

He scratches the back of his neck, then takes it out of your hands. You can’t help but notice the subtle, but unintentional, flex of his biceps.

“Yeah… I’m sorry about that.” He’s grinning now. “I was gettin’ a little carried away over there.”

You cross your other arm over the first. “I can see that, sailor.” He scrunches his nose playfully. “Not a sailor.” When you raise an eyebrow, he continues. “Pilots. We’re pilots.”

He holds his hand out to you, “Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.” You shake it, smiling at the gesture, "Y/N." You return, bringing your hand up to shade your eyes as you continue.

“Bradley Bradshaw? Did your parents do that on purpose?” He shrugs, then gives you a smile. “You can call me Rooster.”

You give him a casual salute. “Will do Rooster.”

He clears his throat, “Look I’m sorry again about the almost hitting you thing.” He’s back to tossing the ball in his hands, just like earlier. “Can I make it up to ya? Maybe you and your friends can join us for a drink?”

You can tell that he’s squinting behind his sunglasses. Was he nervous? You look back at your friends, who panic under your gaze and attempt to look like they were doing anything but eavesdropping.

“I think we’d like that, Lieutenant.” It was fun to tease him.

“Great! Though, full disclosure, I’m planning on stealing you away once the rest of the guys are there to distract your friends.” He says, grinning. There was the suaveness you had been expecting.

You laugh at that. “We’ll see.” With one last smile, you turn on your heel, heading back to tell your friends the day wasn’t ending yet.

part two

[roosterforme]

Behind Closed Doors | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley swore you did it on purpose. The way you looked at him as he tried to get to work on time was highly distracting.

Warnings: Smut

Length: 1200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

Bradley could have sworn you did it on purpose. The way you looked at him across the kitchen island as he tried to get to work on time for his early training day was highly distracting. He couldn't stop thinking about it now, hours later. 

You had strutted out of the bedroom in just the pair of pastel blue lace panties you had worn to bed and stretched your arms over your head, your tits were just right there, begging for him. He spilled hot coffee all over his fingers and the counter, but he barely felt it. You adjusted your glasses and pecked him on the cheek, saying, "You don't want to be late, Roo. Important training today."

So he wiped up the coffee mess, kissed you goodbye and headed for the front door. When he looked back across the kitchen, you were leaning against the island, tits pressed together as you waved to him. 

The image was still circling around his head, and the sting of his burned fingers was still a little bit noticeable as he strolled across the tarmac. He considered getting his phone out and texting you, calling you a tease, but that would probably just give you license to torment him further. But just when he was taking a break for lunch, you texted to see how his day was going. So he texted you back.

training was good. can't stop thinking about your tits though. about to go to lunch in the cafeteria with everyone, and my dick is a little hard

You texted back almost immediately, and it was just a picture of your uniform shirt unbuttoned and your nipples peeking out over the top of your bra cups. Bradley's steps came to a stuttering halt. 

"Aren't you coming to lunch?" Nat asked from several feet ahead of him. 

Bradley swallowed hard and shook his head. "I left something in the tower. I'll just catch up to you later." Then he doubled back and texted you on his way inside. 

you're a tease, baby girl. and now i have to jerk off in the bathroom and miss lunch.

His phone rang immediately after the text was sent, and he answered it to hear your beautiful laughter. "I'm sorry, Roo. Need a hand?" was all you said, and now his dick was starting to tent his flight suit.

"Are you seriously offering, Baby Girl?" he asked, his voice so raspy as he rushed inside the vacant ground floor of the tower. 

"Mmhmm, where are you?" you asked softly, and he could hear the ding of the elevator near your lab through the phone. 

"Tower. Bottom level, janitorial closet," he grunted, ducking inside the tiny, pitch black room and turning on the dim light. 

"Be there in five," you promised before you hung up.

Bradley would probably end up getting both of you fired for this, but the fact that his hot girlfriend was even willing to meet him here had his skin blazing. He had never had it better than you. So he carefully unzipped his flight suit and hissed as he brushed his cock through his compression shorts. 

"Fucking hell," he groaned, palming himself through the fabric and leaning back against the wall. The room smelled like bleach, and it was actually pretty dingy, but by the time you showed up, he was so far gone, it didn't matter. 

"Oh," you whispered, biting your lip when you eased the door open and slipped inside. "I'm sorry, Bradley," you said with a little laugh and a look close to pity on your face. "I didn't mean to work you up so much."

He just glared at you. "You expect me to believe that?" You eased him back until he was leaning against the closed door. 

"I'll take care of you." The promise on your lips combined with the visual of your fingers ready to unbutton your khaki pants had him ready to thrust. "How do you want it?"

"Bend over and touch your toes. Show me that pussy," he demanded, pointing to the floor in front of him, and you did exactly as you were told. You quickly got your pants and those sinful blue panties down around your thighs and bent yourself in half in front of him. He got his raging cock ready and in position, stroking your ass with it before he lined himself up and pushed inside you. 

The relief was instantaneous. God, your body felt so good. The sounds echoing in the closet were obscene as Brasley slammed into you. Your soft little grunts every time he bottomed out mixed with his heavy breathing, and the wet slapping sounds of him fucking you relentlessly meant he wasn't going to last too long. 

And it was a good thing, too, because he needed to cum so badly because of you, that he kind of wanted to leave you unsatisfied until later for revenge. 

"You feel so good," he growled, his hands wrapped around your hips as he slam, slam, slammed into you. "I'm gonna make a mess of that blue lace. My cum's gonna soak it, and then you'll smell like me the rest of the day."

"Roo!" you whined, and he tipped his head back. He could feel the veins in his neck and forehead bulging as he fucked you harder and harder. He really let himself enjoy your tight pussy and the way your hips felt in his hands. Then with one loud groan, he filled you up, cumming so hard he felt dizzy. 

When he could focus again, you were bouncing yourself back on his softening dick, still trying to find your own release, but Bradley pulled you to standing and spun you around. 

"Nope," he told you, crouching down to pull up your panties and catch all of his mess as it started to drip from your pussy. "I'll finish you off later, but not right now, Sweetheart." Then he pulled your pants up and tucked your shirt in for you while you whined. 

"Bradley!" You usually got your way when you used that voice. That's why you were using it on him now. He just shook his head and fixed your hair for you. 

"No," he told you firmly as he got himself back into his flight suit. "Go back to your lab. I'm going to eat lunch. And when we get home later, I'll give it to you just the way you like it."

You were still pouting, your dissatisfaction clearly written on your face. "You fucking better, Bradley. This wasn't very nice."

"Neither was all the teasing, Baby Girl," he replied, stroking your chin and kissing you so sweetly, he could tell you wouldn't be able to stay mad after he made you cum from the comfort of your own shared home. 

After peeking out to make sure nobody was nearby, Bradley sent you on your way with a pat on your ass. You glared at him over his shoulder making him laugh. 

Later that night when he had his face buried in your pussy and you were telling him what a great job he was doing, he made sure you got what you really deserved. 

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into gold III {rooster bradshaw}

synopsis: rooster bradshaw’s emotional baggage could fill a cargo container ten times over. he is the single father of a precocious and bubbly six-year-old, and despite his best efforts, has fallen head over heels for someone arguably more damaged than him- his daughter’s first grade teacher.

characters- bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, frankie bradshaw, female ooc scout wallis (she/her pronouns)

word count- 3200+

or- the one where rooster can't cook, and lays everything out on the line for scout.

read part one and two

An aluminum wing catches a ray of flaming sunlight, rendering her momentarily blind. The moment passes and she catches sight of the plummeting aircraft expecting to see the words ‘LT Beau Wallis “Atlas”’ painted across the side, but what she sees instead is ‘LT Bradley Bradshaw “Rooster”’. A strangled scream tears at the tender flesh of her throat as she watches his FA/18 explode into the side of a mountain before he can safely eject from it. Another precious life snuffed out like a candle in the night. Another love lost forever. Her scream never materializes.

Scout Wallis jolts awake from her nightmare, her entire body covered in a slick sheen of perspiration. To steady her erratic breathing, she studies the movie posters that adorn the walls of Jake’s bedroom. Most of them are westerns; vintage, gun-toting shoot-em-ups that make her long for the simplicity of her grandfather’s cabin.

“Bad dream?”

Jake’s voice catches her off guard before she nods her head. He moves from his spot on the chair in the corner of the room to the bed, taking a seat beside her.

“Must have been out a little while,” She yawns. “Are you almost ready? What time did Rooster say to be over for dinner?”

Jake moves to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “Before we do anything, you and I have some unfinished business to attend to first, Wallis.” Scout suddenly feels the end of their time together looming close, like the ticking hands of an invisible clock. Silence settles a little too long between them before he finally sighs, “This isn’t going to work out between us, is it?”

And it breaks her heart a little bit because in every lifetime apart from this one, she can see herself with Jake Seresin.

She shakes her head, piteously. “I’m sorry, Jake.”

He lifts her hand from beneath his duvet and kisses the back of it gently. “No apologies, Wallis. Frankie’s crazy about you,” A sobering realization sets in behind those beautiful viridian eyes, a flash of something sorrowful passes through them and then it’s gone. Jake swallows hard and shrugs his shoulders. “Rooster is too.”

Scout watches him leave the room, wishing with a pang, that there were something she could do or say to make herself feel a different way, but if there was anything that losing Beau had taught her, it was the importance of letting go when the time came.

They meet on his front porch fifteen minutes later, both regarding each other with a thoughtful intensity. Jake’s the first to break the silence.

“I meant what I said the other night.”

Scout cocks her head in question. “What did you say?”

Jake sighs and squints into the waning daylight above. “That he’d take good care of you. He will take good care of you if you let him, Scout. And you deserve it.”

The inexplicable sting of looming tears pinches behind Scout’s eyes as she opens her arms for a hug which he reciprocates. They stand entwined for a couple of minutes, neither one of them wanting to part just yet.

Jake breaks away first and clears his throat. “Alright Wallis, get outta here.”

She steps down off the porch, walks the few steps toward her car, and then turns to face him. “I’ll see you around, Seresin.”

He grins. “Not if I see you first.”

~

Scout stands poised before Rooster’s front door. She considers setting the mason jar of shells down onto the frayed welcome mat and making a run for it, but no sooner has the thought crossed her mind that the door is opening, and Frankie is standing on the other side of it. She’s dressed head-to-toe like Jessie from Toy Story: cow print, a hat, boots, and all.

“Miss Wallis!” She grins and then excitedly follows that up with, “Papa they’re here!”

Scout hears a pot bang in the kitchen followed by a choice curse word and stifles the giggle that tickles the back of her throat.

“Well, let them in Frankie!”

She herds Scout into the living room and then peeks back out into the growing darkness of the late May evening.

“Where’s uncle Jake?”

Scout swallows hard; fumbles around for something appropriate to say when Rooster appears from out of the kitchen, his cheeks flushed.

“Hi.” He breathes out.

“Hi,” Scout's gaze drifts to the youngster. “You look spectacular Frankie. If I’d known, I’d have brought my Buzz Lightyear costume.”

Her eyes widen in delight. “You have a Buzz Lightyear costume?”

Scout nods.

Rooster rests a large hand atop Frankie’s head. “We’re going through a bit of a Toy Story phase at the moment.” He too, cranes around in search of Jake. “You by yourself?”

Scout nods slowly. “Yeah, Jake couldn’t make it.” Their eyes meet then, and somehow Rooster understands everything without a single word being uttered between them. “But I made sure to stop by to drop these off for you.” She hands Frankie the jar of shells and turns towards the door.

“You’re not staying?” Frankie asks.

Scout doesn’t miss the disappointment in the little girl’s tone. She turns back. “I don’t want to be a bother…”

Rooster shakes his head adamantly. “You could never be a bother. Besides, we’re having Frankie’s favorite.”

“Pancakes!” Frankie squeals and makes a beeline for the kitchen.

Scout sighs happily. "How on earth can I say no, then?"

“It wasn’t supposed to be pancakes,” Frankie licks a glob of maple syrup off her finger. It had been twenty minutes since they’d sat down, with Frankie being the first to break the silence. “But papa had an accident with the steak.”

Scout’s gaze travels to the charred piece of meat in a cast-iron pan at the back of the stove and giggles.

“Thanks Frank.” Rooster rolls his eyes and reaches over to pinch the apple of her cheek, playfully.

Scout swallows her bite and shrugs. “I tend to prefer breakfast for dinner over steak anyway.”

“Me too.” Frankie agrees.

While she’s in the washroom, Scout watches Rooster push the last of the bacon from his plate onto hers. “You full already?”

Rooster shakes his head no with a small smile. “But Frankie loves the stuff and that’s enough for me.”

Scout doesn’t allow herself much time to reflect on the things she looks for in a significant other, but watching Rooster sacrifice the last of his dinner to appease his girl, she can’t help but feel endeared to him more.

As soon as the eggs and bacon and pancakes have been devoured, Frankie turns to Rooster and asks if she can grab the ice cream.

“Why don’t we wait a little bit? Scout might be a bit full of dinner still.”

Frankie falters in confusion. “Your name is Scout?”

Rooster’s cheeks redden and he scrambles to explain himself, but Scout gives her head a soft shake.

“It’s simple Frankie. When you and I are at school together, you need to call me Miss Wallis because I am your teacher. But when we’re like this- or, if you see me at the beach,” She throws a wink Rooster’s way. “You can call me Scout. Does that make any sense?”

Doubt clouds her beautiful green eyes, but she nods her head regardless.

“And I would love you to grab the ice cream. My dessert tube is far from full.”

Rooster watches her head for the basement and then promptly apologizes.

Scout waves it off. “Not at all. It was bound to happen at some point. I’ve just found that it’s best to be as honest with them as you can- as is appropriate.”

Rooster watches her and she feels naked under his gaze but it’s a vulnerability that she doesn’t immediately shy away from. She reckons she could get used to it; likes how it feels akin to standing under a warm shower, or letting sunshine warm your frozen bones on a cold day.

“You do well with her.” He concedes after a while.

Scout allows herself thirty seconds to remember the seedling that had once grown in her belly and smiles. “She’s a wonder, Rooster. Truly.”

“Papa, can you help me please?”

“I’ll be right there sweetheart,” Rooster pushes himself back from the table with a happy sigh. “Frankie has helped prepare a very special dessert this evening. We’ll be right back.”

Scout takes this opportunity to fully drink in the beautiful space around her. The kitchen opens onto the living room which is all whitewash and navy-blue accents. A pair of sliding glass doors lead out onto a half wraparound porch, where a rope swing bench hangs from the second story awning. Open windows give way to the calming staccato of waves crashing against a shore nearby, and she decides then that her favorite part of the house (minus her two dinner companions) may just be its proximity to the ocean. It is entirely charming in its coziness. From her spot at the table, Scout can see that most of the wall space in the living room is hung with pictures Rooster collected during his time in the Navy, and of different stages of Frankie’s life. Her, as a fresh and endearingly wrinkly newborn, next to one that shows him and a toddler Frankie next to his beloved plane. Beside that picture is one of Frankie and Maverick at her kindergarten graduation. A warmth that had felt foreign to her for so long settles in next to her heart and refuses to budge.

“Are you ready Scout?” Frankie’s lilting voice, brimming with excitement, knocks her from her reverie and makes her smile.

“I’m ready, Frankie. Your dad said you worked extra hard to put this dessert together.”

Frankie, suddenly unusually shy, nods her head.

“Alright Frank, you grab the ice cream.” Rooster gestures to the rapidly melting tub behind him and carries a steaming dish of apple crumble to the kitchen table. He tops her plate with a heaping spoonful of the crumble and two healthy scoops of vanilla bean ice cream.

Scout takes a bite and lets her eyes fall shut, savoring the slightly tart taste of the warm apples on her tongue. “This is delicious, Frankie. You did a fantastic job.”

Frankie’s lips turn up into a toothy grin. “Thank you.”

They finish their dessert in silence, and when it’s over, Frankie tugs on the sleeve of Rooster’s t-shirt and leans up to whisper something in his ear.

Rooster frowns. “Why don’t you ask her yourself, Frank?”

Frankie turns to Scout, her expression bashful. “Scout, can I show you my seashell collection?”

Scout passes a napkin over her mouth and nods emphatically. “I would love that, Frankie. Lead the way.”

The rest of the house is just as charming as the main floor, and Frankie’s room is somehow exactly how Scout would have imagined it would be. A white, wrought-iron bed sits beneath a powder blue mosquito net, the top of it crowned with twinkling fairy lights. Behind the bed, a large whimsical rainbow takes up most of the far wall, and a sneaking suspicion tells her that Rooster had something to do with it. A lamp in the corner of her room emits a soft yellow glow, and an array of random wooden furniture takes up the rest of the quaint space. Frankie cradles her jar and points to a blue, paint-chipped shelf beside her bed.

“Mav made that shelf for me for my shells.”

Scout walks the short distance to the shelf in which she’s referring to and drops to her knees in awe. She’s sure Rooster had a hand in helping her organize everything, but even still, her collection is immaculate. There must be over a hundred shells on display- some ranging from the size of a quarter to some the size of a dessert plate.

“These are incredible, Frankie.”

The little girl carefully unscrews the lid on the jar and begins to add them to her collection, ranging in size and color.

“Thank you for helping me, Scout.”

Scout swallows back the sudden tide of emotion and smiles. “It was my pleasure, Frankie.”

“Do you have a favorite one?” she asks.

Scout sighs. They’re all so beautiful. After a while, she points to a small red starfish. “I think that one.”

Frankie grins. “That one’s my favorite too. It always reminds me of Patrick, from Spongebob.”

She’s not sure how long they spend huddled in front of the myriad of shells, but Scout reckons she could listen to Frankie talk about them for the rest of her days and never grow tired of it. A knock at her bedroom door pushes her from her daydream. She glances up to meet Rooster’s gaze, his head leans against the door frame.

“Hi.” Scout smiles.

“Hi you two.”

“Come look at the ones I added, Papa.” Frankie insists.

Rooster pushes himself from the frame and crosses the short distance to where they’re crouched down, planting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to take stock of the priceless new additions. “You’ve outdone yourself this time, Frank.” He murmurs after a few moments. “But I regret to inform you that it’s time for bed.”

Scout doesn’t miss the exasperated groan that emanates from Frankie.

“Just a little longer, Papa?”

Rooster laughs. “It’s already past your bedtime, sweetheart.”  

Scout rises from her crouched position and places a hand atop Frankie’s head. “Goodnight my friend. Thank you for showing me your wondrous collection.” A thought crosses her mind. “When we do our last show-and-tell before year end, why don’t you bring some of your shells in? I’m sure the other kids would love to see some of them.”

Frankie’s eyes light up. “I would love to!”

Scout grins. “It’s a deal, then. Goodnight Frankie- and sweet dreams.”

She wanders back downstairs, not entirely sure if she should stay. She figures the least she can do is wait to say goodbye to Rooster. A picture on the mantle above the fireplace catches her attention. It depicts a very young Maverick, with his arm wrapped around someone who bears an uncanny resemblance to Rooster. Scout studies the photo; the smiles of the young men speak volumes of excitement and adventure, of youth, and the ability to believe that they would be safe in anything they set their hearts on. Rooster joins her then.

“Is this your father?” she asks, though she reckons she already knows the answer.

Rooster nods before clearing his throat. “Yeah, that’s him.”

Scout smiles. “He looks like you.”

Rooster shifts from foot to foot, as if crafting his next words with care. “I never really thought so, but my mother was adamant that he and I were cut from the same cloth.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “Would you like to stay for a drink?”

Scout wants to say no. She wants to thank him for dinner, and for the companionship that he and Frankie had gifted her this evening, but she just can’t shake the feeling that she’s supposed to be here.

“Yeah, I would.”

“Is there anything you’d like? I’ve got wine, beer, whisky…”

Scout shrugs. “I’m easy. Surprise me.”

Rooster smiles and nods his head. “Alright. I’ll fix us something if you want to find a seat on the porch.”

She does as she’s told and settles onto the swing, reveling in the sound of the ocean nearby. Rooster joins her a little while later, offering her a tumbler of whisky which she gladly accepts. He takes a seat at the opposite end of the bench and raises his drink to her.

“I’m sorry to hear about you and Jake.”

She snorts around the rim of her glass, takes a sip, and shakes her head. “No, you’re not.”

Rooster’s expression is suddenly sheepish. “You’re right. I’m not.”

They’re silent for a moment, Scout already feeling the whisky warming in her belly, causing her cheeks to flame and a flush to start at the base of her throat.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Rooster gazes at her, his expression unreadable, and nods his head. “Anything.”

“Frankie’s mother, what’s the story there?”

A puff of air escapes his parted lips as if he’d been holding it all in. “Not much of a story at all, really. She, uh, left when Frankie was about a year old.”

Scout can barely fathom it.

“Her and I were young when we met. We figured that marriage and children were the next obvious steps, so we took them together and when life got real, she hit the road.” Rooster takes a deep sip and continues. “She tries to get a hold of Frankie every now and then. Always spews some bullshit about coming to visit her, but she never manages to materialize. Fortunately, Frankie and I do alright on our own.”

“You do better than alright, Rooster.” Scout murmurs.

“How about you?” He asks. “You ever been married?”

Scout hesitates before nodding her head. “Yeah, actually. I was married for five years before he passed away.”

It sometimes still feels surreal to her when she says it out loud. That someone could be so close to her for so long and mean so much to her, and then gone at the blink of an eye, keeps her up most nights.

Rooster’s face drops. “I’m so sorry, Scout.”

She swallows back the building emotion and offers a half-shrug. “It’s one of the costs of flying fighter planes for a living, isn’t it?”

Rooster’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Your husband flew planes?”

“There’s a reason I told you I didn’t date men in the military.” she simpers.

They’re silent for a while, the only noise between them the calming sound of waves against sand.

“You’re lucky you live so close to the ocean.”

Rooster smiles, but there’s pain in the depths of his burnt-honey orbs. “My old man perished over the ocean in 1986, so I think I did it to feel closer to him.”

And Scout, maybe more than anyone, understands that completely.

“It’s fucked up, isn’t it?” He muses.

Scout shakes her head. “There’s no right or wrong way to grieve, Rooster. You do what you can.”

It is not lost on her how perfect this night has been, but she knows her time to go is fast approaching. She tips back the rest of her drink, favoring the way it scorches the delicate lining of her throat as it goes down and gets up from her spot on the swing.

“I shared more of myself with you tonight than I have with anyone in a long time.”

Rooster gazes at her. “I'm honored.”

“It’s time for me to go, though. I wanted to thank you for this evening, it was wonderful.”

“It was a pleasure to have you join us, truly.” Rooster follows her to the front door and leans on the frame for support. “I want to take you out, Scout.”

And there it is again. No bullshit. A man who tells her exactly what he wants, and it causes butterflies to take flight in her belly. She thinks of Beau and Jake, and the hell of it all is that she likes Rooster. God, she likes him so much. So she says the only thing that she can think of in that moment, and then regrets it immediately.

“I want to be friends, Rooster.”

And there’s so much more that she could say to him. I want to be friends to get to know you. I want to be friends before I scare you off. I want to be friends before we get in too deep. But the right words fizzle and fade before she can voice them.

Rooster walks her out to her car. He hasn’t said anything in the wake of her admission, and she wonders if she's already fucked everything up. But then he simply tells her, “I’ll take what I can get, Scout. Frankie and I aren’t going anywhere.”

And despite everything, she believes him.

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Daddy Duty - The Forgotten Nest AU

AU Series Based on The Forgotten Nest

Summary: Bradley watches Nickie by himself for the first time.

Additional Warnings: Referenced Past Teenage Pregnancy; Nickie Crying (he's a baby y'all); Baby Functions; Bradley Struggles; Maternal Concerns

Word Count: 2.1k

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Cora didn’t think that she was going to be a helicopter mom or one of those moms who would struggle with letting other people watch her baby. After all, she was raised in a predominantly ‘hands off’ household. Carole was working a lot when her and Bradley were growing up and Maverick was often away. Cora and Bradley weren't heavily supervised during their childhood, and especially not when they were teenagers.

But maybe Cora wanted to make a few changes to how she was raised with Nickie. So, yeah, maybe she was becoming a bit of a control freak mom.

Cora trusted a select group of people to watch Nickie. She trusted Ice and Sarah and Penny to watch Nickie without concern. And after some time, she trusted her dad to watch Nickie. But she wasn’t quite there with Bradley yet.

Bradley was Nickie’s father, obviously, but that didn’t change the fact that he hadn’t spent a lot of time around babies. He was still playing catch up for the months that he missed and maybe Cora wasn't fully ready for him to watch Nickie on her own yet. And she knew that made her a bad co-parent, but she thought that she had a little bit of a right to be concerned.

But it looked like she was running out of excuses these days.

“I can’t, Mara,” Cora sighed, wiping Nickie’s chin with his bib.

She was sitting in front of Nickie’s high chair while on the phone with Mara Kazansky, who was the year below her and Bradley. Cora and Mara always had a close relationship and Mara, much like her father, never shied away from telling the truth whenever she felt like Cora needed to hear it. And she definitely needed to hear this.

“I don’t have anyone to watch Nickie," Cora continued, sitting back in her chair.

“Isn’t Bradley home this weekend?”

“Well . . . yeah, but . . .”

“You don’t trust him to be alone with Nickie?” Mara guessed, causing Cora to sigh.

“That’s not what I meant,” Cora replied, holding out more food for Nickie to eat. “It’s just . . . he’s still learning and everything. And it can be a lot to watch a baby.”

“Nickie is his baby too. If Bradley can’t survive an afternoon alone with him, then he needs to get his shit together three months ago,” Mara pointed out without skipping a beat. “And it’s not like we’ll be across the country. We’ll be two hours away and my mom is still in town, so if he needs anything at all, he can call her and she’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Cora stared at Nickie for a moment. She felt incredibly guilty for even doubting Bradley’s ability to watch their son by himself, but she didn’t think it was entirely crazy either. He had spent about a grand total of two months with Nickie and for most of it, Cora was right there with him.

“Come on, Cora, you need a break. You haven’t spent more than three hours away from Nickie since he was born. And every parent needs a break. Especially you.”

“I’m turning into Ms. Mom, aren’t I?” Cora sighed quietly, holding out more food to Nickie.

“Hey, there’s a lot of worse types of moms that you could be,” Mara amended her earlier sentiments.

Mara knew how sensitive the subject motherhood was with Cora. And Mara, though she wasn't majoring in psychology, had a slight inkling that Cora's style of motherhood, the sort of helicopter and potentially excessive worry, was a direct reaction to Cora's mom's style of motherhood. Abandonment, that is.

“But you need to have fun too. And there will be times where you can't always be there for Nickie. And as much as I love my godson, I think that you can have fun away from him and it doesn’t make you a bad mom, Cora.”

“I’ll talk to Bradley about it,” Cora stated softly after a few moments, causing Mara to let out an excited noise.

Bradley returned to the Mitchell home two hours after Cora hung up with Mara. Heading inside, Bradley smiled when Nickie came toddling around the corner, dragging his blankie behind him as he moved to greet his dad. Setting down his keys and the food that he brought home for dinner, Bradley held out his arms for Nickie.

“Hey, Nickie,” he called, scooping his son up. Pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek, Bradley set Nickie on his hip. “You have fun with your mama?”

“Hey,” Cora greeted Bradley, walking around the corner. “How was your day?”

“Good,” Bradley returned, offering her a kind smile. Turning to the side, Bradley pointed at the bag of food that he picked up for Cora. “I bought dinner. Your favorite.”

“Thanks,” Cora replied, glancing into the bag. After a moment, she turned back to Bradley. “Do you have any plans on Saturday?”

“No, why?”

“Mara wanted to take me out and someone needs to watch Nickie if I wanted to go,” Cora started off with, building up to the question.

“You think that I wouldn’t watch my own kid?” Bradley asked, honestly sounding a bit offended.

“No, I just, I didn’t know if you would be comfortable with that since you’ve never watched him alone before and I didn’t want to pressure you into doing anything,” Cora listed off quickly.

“I can watch him,” Bradley stated, straightening up a bit. “He’s my son too.”

“I know,” Cora assured Bradley. “Thanks.”

“I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to thank me for me watching my own son,” Bradley pointed out, adjusting his hold on Nickie. "We'll be fine."

~~~~~

“Alright, it’s just you and me today, buddy,” Bradley told Nickie, squatting down in front of him. “Mama’s out with your Aunt Mara on a girl’s day. So, today, we’re having a dada and son day. Sound good to you?”

Nickie shot Bradley a one-tooth smile as drool dribbled down his chin before going back to gnawing on his favorite toy. He had been doing that for the last few days and anytime someone tried to take it away from him, Nickie threw a huge fit. So, for his own personal sanity, Bradley would not be touching that toy today.

“What should we do, huh?”

Bradley was a bit nervous that if he screwed up today that Cora would lose what little trust that they had built up over the last few months, and he would be back to square one. So, he was going to clean up the house, he was going to keep Nickie happy, and he was going to do everything that Cora managed in a day.

If only for his own pride.

And for the first hour, it was going well. Nickie was easily entertained and mostly kept himself busy, walking around the playroom area and playing with his toys. Bradley cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes before starting a load of laundry. And he was feeling confident, perhaps overconfident, in his own abilities as a dad.

And then Nickie got into the baby powder.

“Fucking shit,” Bradley whispered when he spotted the mess that Nickie made in the playroom.

The entire six-foot radius around Nickie was covered in a layer of white powder, which Bradley deduced came from the probably now empty bottle of baby powder that was in Nickie’s hands. And when Nickie heard his dad come into the room, he smiled proudly at Bradley’s horrified look.

“Nickie,” Bradley sighed, walking forward.

Forced to wade into the baby powder a bit, Bradley picked Nickie up and took the bottle from his hands. Closing it and setting it aside, Bradley held Nickie at arm’s length. Nickie, of course, was covered head to toe in baby powder.

“Oh, God,” Bradley breathed out, looking at the mess.

Bradley carried Nickie into the bathroom. Running a bath, Bradley held a squirming Nickie in his arms as he tested the temperature of the water. Adding some soap and bubbles, Bradley tossed in a few rubber ducks to keep Nickie entertained and hopefully happy. Washing the baby powder out of his hair, Bradley struggled as Nickie was getting increasingly frustrated and annoyed and was starting to fight back against his dad.

“Nickie, just hold still,” Bradley stated, dumping water over Nickie’s head.

Sputtering and waving his hands around, Nickie stared up at his dad with betrayal in his big brown eyes. Pouting something fierce, Nickie whined and pulled away as Bradley poured some more water over his little head. And in a fit, Nickie smashed his hands onto the water, splashing Bradley with a whole bunch of water.

“Nickie!” Bradley scolded, staring down at his now soaked shorts. “Alright, that's it. We're done with the bath.”

Bradley started to drain the water and scooped Nickie out of the tub. Setting him on the ground, Bradley kept a firm hold on Nickie and reached for a towel, drying him off despite Nickie’s increasingly loud protests. Getting Nickie into another diaper, Bradley turned to grab Nickie’s shirt when his son decided to go AWOL.

Nickie turned and hurried as fast as he could out of the bathroom, which wasn't very fast, but he still managed to get outside of Bradley's reach. Bradley let out a growl of annoyance and got up. Moving quickly, he grabbed Nickie before he could get too far and held him to his chest. Nickie whined in frustration, kicking his little legs out.

"Nickie, stop fighting me," Bradley sighed, opening the baby gate and heading back downstairs. "If you hadn't gotten baby powder all over yourself, you would have been fine."

Bradley set Nickie down in the gated play area in the family room and hurried to wash the baby powder out of the floor before it had a chance to set in. Bradley returned a few minutes later to find Nickie gnawing aggressively on something that wasn’t his teething toy and hurried to take it away before he hurt himself.

"Don't put that in your mouth," Bradley sighed, tossing the toy away.

Nickie immediately burst out into tears, holding up his hands for the toy. Bradley winced at his loud cries and quickly turned to grab Nickie’s teething toy from where it had been earlier. Except, the teething toy wasn’t where he left it. Starting to panic a bit, Bradley looked around frantically for the toy while Nickie screamed and cried in his playpen.

“Shit,” Bradley muttered, getting to his feet.

Tearing apart the family room, Bradley ran out to the playroom to look for it there. Nickie kept crying, flopping onto the ground as his sobs echoed around the whole house. Bradley finally found it under the dresser and after quickly washing it off, Bradley rushed back to try and pacify Nickie with the toy. But when he offered the teething toy to Nickie, Nickie simply threw the toy back at him.

“Nickie, please,” Bradley begged, really starting to lose his sanity.

Pulling Nickie out of the playpen, Bradley tried to soothe Nickie with hugs and rocks, but Nickie seemed to be content to scream his heart out. It was almost like he was trying to teach his dad a lesson there. Rocking Nickie back and forth, Bradley started to pace around the room, hoping that it would get Nickie to quiet down. Offering Nickie toy after toy, Bradley just got rejected over and over again.

"Nickie, please,” Bradley pleaded after a few minutes, rocking Nickie again as he looked around for something to calm Nickie down.

Rushing into the kitchen, Bradley grabbed one of the bottles that Cora left for him and tried to offer it to Nickie. And even though Nickie rejected it at first, eventually, Nickie latched on and started suckling from the bottle. Bradley held his breath for a moment, not fully trusting his son to actually settle, before he felt Nickie relax and curl up into his chest, happily sucking on the botte.

“It’s okay,” Bradley assured Nickie as Nickie closed his eyes slowly. “You're okay." Resting his back against the wall, Bradley closed his own eyes for a second. "We're all okay."

~~~~~

Cora walked inside after her day out with Mara and nearly dropped her purse where she stood when she saw the state of the house. There was a trail of baby powder all over the floor. Toys were strewn everywhere and it looked like most of the furniture was out of place from where she left it.

“Bradley?” Cora called nervously.

Rushing into the family room, Cora nearly panicked when she didn’t see Bradley or Nickie anywhere. And Nickie’s blankie and teething toy were right there on the floor. Taking the stairs, Cora sprinted to the nursery to find neither of them there.

“Bradley!?”

Running down the hall, Cora quickly checked her room before moving onto Bradley’s room. She pushed open the door and immediately let out a breath of relief when she spotted Bradley and Nickie together, safe and sound.

Bradley was laying flat on his back in his bed, shirtless, and with Nickie on his chest. His head was kicked back and his mouth hung open with soft snores coming out. Nickie was curled up on Bradley’s chest, breathing slowly. Nickie’s mouth was hanging open as well with some drool slipping out of his mouth. Bradley's hand rested on Nickie's back, keeping him in place and close.

Cora smiled to herself at the image and slowly slipped out of the room. Returning a moment later, Cora took a few pictures of Nickie and Bradley with her camera before slipping out of the room again, knowing better than to wake a sleeping Bradshaw.

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masterlist

requests are currently open for: frank castle, frankie morales, dagger squad, joel miller and rhett abbott

Joel Miller

three gifts and a kiss: three gifts and a kiss is all it took for you to break the walls around Joel Miller’s heart.

Frankie Morales

can't shoot whiskey: you can’t shoot whiskey and somehow you end up in frankie’s room.

Frank Castle

cowgirl: a trip to the store with your dad’s best friend ends in a lack of a swimsuit and the feeling of his beard scratching you forever engraved in your mind.

ride, cowgirl: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.

cowboy hats: five days and five nights without a single word from frank, what an asshole. an asshole who looks too damn good in a cowoy hat.

dbf!frank castle + guitar: frank picks up the guitar and plays it on his porch

dirty, greedy, girl: you need a place to stay and you find comfort in Frank’s bed (underneath him).

tattoo artist!frank: you take the chance with a very praised tattoo artist and find out how ruggedly handsome he is.

frank castle + vacation: you finally convince frank to take a vacation and he does actually enjoy it.

frank castle + the club: frank is finding it increasingly hard not to fuck you in front of the entire club.

frank nap headcannons

inked: frank castle was praised for his work constantly, leading you to get a thigh piece. which then leads you into a problem because your artist is so fucking attractive.

delicate masterlist: a sweet older gentleman moves into the house next door, or rather a few acres away. he spends a few evenings with your dad and consequently earns the attention of a much younger girl, you.

frank castle + jersey shore: no matter how much frank denied liking reality tv, he always ends up watching in twenty minutes later.

frank castle + finding pretty shells: frank finds you the prettiest shells at the beach!

all that matters masterlist!: working with a world renowned tattoo artist who knows his own beauty has more cons than pros. the main one being that he's infuriating and it turns you on.

invisible string: all along there was some invisible string tying you to frank castle.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

bradley "rooster" bradshaw + poison by bell biv devoe: miss her, kiss her, love her.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

robert "bob" floyd + the florist: bob visits your floral shop everyday.

robert "bob" floyd + concerts: all the reasons bob was glad he went to a concert with you.

babys breath masterlist: bob stumbles into the nearest florist to the funeral he’s attending and, unknowingly, charms jake seresin’s sweet younger sister with all the anxious charm he possesses.

Rhett Abbott

hell on heels: you made the devil a deal; he made you pretty, he made you smart and rhett abbott she’s coming after you.

hell on heels pt.2: how long can rhett sneak around honey before his actions catch up to him?

rhett abbott + “i love you, every part of you”: rhett loves you, every part of you. even the parts you hate.

rhett abbott + lazy sundays: sundays with rhett were your favorite day of the week.