stand in my way. pt. 2
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!MitchellReader
read part one here!
rooster tries so hard to win back y/n.
a/n: here it is!! long awaited part two! I hope y'all like it! tag list at the bottom, I hope I got everyone! so sorry it took so long! perfectionism started setting in, and I was afraid y'all wouldn't like it o.O
& tried again when he was sober, Rooster did.
He sauntered into the Hard Deck in one of his fucking Hawaiian shirts the next night. Thinking he was hot shit.
He knew he was.
Rooster’s lips dropped into the most sensual grin you’ve ever seen. He pulled a single red rose from behind his back. He was hitting low. The boy knows how much you love the Bachelor.
You took the rose in your hand when he held it out to you. Taking a long whiff of the sweet fragrance, you looked him in the eye and delivered your blow.
“Thank you, Lieutenant.”
That grin fell from Rooster’s face so fast.
~
The next time was very similar.
Your dad had the crew out on the beach for some dogfight football.
Watching your boyfriend-ex?-dance around in the sun shirtless was almost your undoing. His Ray-Bans kept falling down his nose, and he’d send you a quick wink when he’d catch you staring.
You’d be certain to turn your attention back to Penny.
Can’t have him thinking he was going to win you back that easy.
Once the game concluded, a Rooster-sized shadow covered you. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, he leaned down, situating his mouth right by your ear.
“You, me, and The Island. 8pm.”
The Island was where the two of you had your first date. It’s one of few swanky restaurants in Fightertown U.S.A. The date ended with you tangled up with Rooster in the back of his Bronco.
“The Bronco is a given, of course,” he added, seemingly reading your mind. You prayed silently, hoping Rooster didn’t see how he affected you.
“But, my dad’s been in the best mood ever, you know, with you ‘staying away from his little girl’.”
Penny hid her chuckle in her drink almost expertly.
Rooster didn’t respond. Just nodded and walked back to the crew with his tail tucked between his legs.
~
His next showcase allllmost got you. He decided to take a page out of his and your dad’s book.
While you were drowning your Rooster-less sorrows in your third glass of wine, he and Bob came up to you. Bob’s face was beet red, and Rooster kept sending him encouraging looks.
Rooster cleared his throat, and broke out into a terrible rendition of “You've Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’”. The entire bar was into it. Cheering them on.
Your face was just as red as Bob’s. All that attention on you wasn’t your favorite.
What got you, was your dad chuckling across the bar. You met his eye, and he sent you a wink. Rooster had talked to him. That’s where he got the idea. Maybe they fixed things?
You still felt so bad, knowing you kept this huge secret from Rooster.
But he still hadn’t apologized. Rooster thought he could just waltz back in and charm his way out of this. He was always charming his way out of things.
Not this time.
You were standing your ground.
When the men finished singing, Rooster looked at you so expectantly, his brown eyes full of hearts. You swallowed your want to pull him into your arms, and answered him with a swig of your wine.
The heartbreak that settled in those brown eyes was almost too much to bear. It was like a little boy who just found out his little caterpillar just got squished.
You caught your dad’s similar expression.
Not being able to handle the eyes on you, you set your glass down and ran out of the bar.
~
Rooster catches you as you struggle to open the door of your car. Tears have made it hard to see what your doing.
You hit the lock on your keyfob, didn’t you?
The tears have started falling harder and harder. You can’t shake the look on Rooster’s face when you basically rejected him in front of a bar full of people.
“Y/N, baby, calm down.”
His arms slide around your shoulders, holding you up as you try to slide down onto the ground. You instantly relax into his strong chest, finally feeling like you were home. Your sobs rock deep in your chest.
Rooster pushes you out at arms length. His finger comes under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. Tears rim his own eyes, and his hurt hits you like a ton of bricks.
“Honey, I am so sorry.” His voice breaks. “I should have never insinuated I ever started dating you to get back at your dad.”
You don’t respond, wanting more. Needing more.
His hands rest on either side of your face, holding you like you’re his whole world.
“Y/N, I have been broken these past few days. No contact with you, it’s worse than almost anything. You’re my constant.”
His thumb reaches over, wiping away a stray tear that rolls down your cheek.
“God, I’m lost without you, baby. I can’t fly my fucking plane right, your damn picture in the cockpit distracting me every time I go up.”
He leans in with every word, stopping a breath away from your lips.
“I’m so fucking sorry.”
"Rooster, I am sorry too, I should have told--"
Rooster cuts you off with a vehement shake of his head. "No. No. Mav and I talked. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. He's your dad, I get it."
You answer him by grabbing the collar of his hideous Hawaiian shirt. Pulling him against you and attaching your lips onto his. You’ve caught him off guard, and he presses you against your car. Rooster’s kisses are urgent, like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear right from under him.
One hand rests against the car, keeping most of his weight off you, and his other wraps around your waist. His strong fingers press into your skin, pulling your lower half against him.
He’s drinking you in, and it almost feels inappropriate to be kissing him like this, knowing anyone can walk out the bar and see the two of you.
Especially your dad.
“Forgive me, girl,” Rooster says against your lips. You can’t get a word in with the way his lips work against yours. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Rooster, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever,” you murmur against his lips.
You’re not the only one who talked to Mav.
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Tagged by @gentlebeardsbarngrill @soupbtch @snake-snack-stede & @edscuntyeyeshadow to put 5 songs I actually listen to then tag 10 people 💖
I love music & tagging games so you better believe i went hard on this one. these are a few that have been on repeat lately:
1. This song slaps. I got really into it when it went viral on TikTok but holy heck, this song does things to my brain. My grandma is suffering from dementia and this song has helped me through the loss of her memory and recognition. It's haunting and I know it's gonna be in my Spotify Top 5 for 2024.
2. “I heard that there's a special place/ Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day” HELLO HOW DREAMY 💖 I'll always have a special place for Chappell! She's from very near where I grew up, which is just so cool to see more queer people come from the rural Midwest.
3. I love queer country music. I mean, come on, these lyrics?! "You got a gold star, you're a lady's man, you're fluent in lesbian/ you got a tattoo for your mom above your collar" Very underrated band and def on my heavy rotation rn!
4. Pretty sure Joan Jett's cover of this song was an early sexual awakening for me. I have very early memories of thinking about how cool it was that a woman was singing "now, I don't hardly know her/ but I think I could love her" I just rewatched The Runaways with Kristen Steward bc SHE'S ALSO GOT ME ALL HOT AND BOTHERED RECENTLY. So this song is back on my frequently listened.
5. There is so much to say about this song. Firstly, it's a cover from the original by The Righteous Brothers. Queer country icons Orville Peck and Paul Cauthen formed the duo The Unrighteous Brothers, and they sing love and anti-love songs and I'm so here for it. Hearing Orville crone, "Baby baby, I'd get down on my knees for you" to which Paul responds in this delicious growl, "If you would only love me like you used to do" IT DOES THINGS TO A PERSON 🥵
Whew, bet you didn't know you were reading a dissertation on Beedle's music, did you? 😂
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Ahhhh! Love this GIF 😍 Tysm for sending it, babes! Although I'm pretty sure this scene was Great Balls of Fire, my imagine was inspired by the amazing song from the original Top Gun "You've Lost that Lovin' Feelin" by the Righteous Brothers. I hope you enjoy it!
Lovin' Feelin'
You'd been at the Hard Deck all of fifteen minutes when you and Bradley began fighting. It was a stupid argument, but tensions were high as he was about to leave for two weeks on a mission. When you began dating casually you never thought you'd worry about him like this. You weren't going to get serious about a man everyone called Rooster. Were you? Then he had captured your heart and all you did was worry about his safety. It drove you crazy.
Needing some time to cool down, you ordered a beer from Penny and took a seat at a secluded booth so you could be alone with your thoughts. Bradley went to join his friends and you watched him hang his head dejectedly as others talked around him. Both of you were hurting, but you were too proud to admit you'd overreacted so you kept your distance. As you traced the circle of condensation forming on the table, you realized the bar had gone quiet. Then a familiar song rang out on the jukebox.
"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips..." You looked up to see Bradley looking at you and extending an arm in your direction. "And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips. You're trying hard not to show it, but baby, baby I know it," he sang at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, shit," you whispered to yourself knowing what he was about to do. You dropped your head in your hands, hiding your embarrassed smile, as he jumped up on the piano bench and belted out, "You've lost that lovin' feelin. Woah, that lovin' feelin. You've lost that lovin' feelin, now it's gone, gone, gone." As the drums from the song kicked in, he hopped down to come find you, dragging you from the booth to dance with him.
He brought your body in close, one of your hands captured in his larger one over his heart as he leaned in with a solemn promise, "I'm coming home to you in two weeks, alright? You gonna keep lovin me?" You looked up to see a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes at the little stunt he had pulled to get you talking to him again. "Say yes," he said, brushing his mustache against your upper lip. "Come on, baby, bring back that lovin' feelin," he urged you as he dipped his lips into yours. You nodded, melting into him and kissed him tenderly.
Everyone in the bar began cheering and you hid your face in his shoulder. "Should we give 'em an encore?" he said looking over your shoulder. You pulled away to look at him in surprise, wondering if he meant making out in the crowded bar. Bradley wiggled an eyebrow, "Great Balls of Fire," he clarified. Then he leaned into you and whispered, "The other encore I'll save for the bedroom, sweetheart." He winked at you as he took a seat at the piano and put his sunglasses back on beckoning you over to sit by him.
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