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[sydneejean]

The Younger Kind Part 38 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley spend some family time fishing on the boat, followed by some private time just for the two of you. But after a dreamy afternoon, you want to return to the lake house and see Noah before bedtime. Then you get distracted by what you see on Bradley's phone.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, pregnancy talk, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley had never seen anyone get so happy about an earthworm before. Noah thought they were hilarious, and he made a mess on the floor of the boat, playing with them while everyone else was fishing. 

"Hey, Bub, can I have one of the worms to use as bait?" Bradley asked him when he checked his hook to see that it was empty. There were a few other boats out in the middle of Big Bear Lake, and it was just a beautiful day to spend with everyone. 

"Here," Noah picked one up and handed it to Bradley. "Feed the fish, Daddy."

"Thank you," he replied, bending to kiss his son on the head and accept the worm. 

"I need one, too," you said, holding out your hook for Bradley. You were not as delighted by the worms as Noah was. Bradley knew he'd be the one cleaning up the mess later, but it didn't matter. Amelia was sunbathing, Penny was reading, and Mav was the only one catching any fish. But everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Once Bradley got you set up with fresh bait, you stepped a little closer to him and whispered, "Thanks, Daddy." And it was like he was back in bed with you. The way he wanted to touch you right now as you ran your fingers along his thigh was indecent. You were wearing the tiniest dress he'd ever seen with your bathing suit on underneath it, and Bradley slid his sunglasses down to look at you. 

"I need you to behave," he replied softly enough that nobody else could hear him over the radio playing. "You'll get it later."

You whimpered softly. "That's your Daddy voice."

"Later," he told you firmly with a smirk. He knew what he was doing. Amelia, Maverick and Penny already offered to take Noah back for an afternoon nap so you and he could have the boat alone for a bit, and then he would do anything you wanted. The two of you could watch the sun set and drink some of the weird seltzers you packed. Bradley could hold you on his lap just the way he liked where you looked at him and talked to him like you'd never need anything else but him. 

Then he felt something tugging his line as he started reeling it in. "Noah! I got a fish! Come help me!" Noah scrambled over to where Bradley was sure he had hooked a fish, and he placed Noah's little hand beneath his own so he could help reel it in. 

"Did it eat the worm?" Noah asked, his little arm pumping as fast as it could with Bradley's. 

"Maybe," he replied as you knelt down next to them to cheer them on. Even Amelia came over to see how big it was as it came to the surface, wiggling around all over the place. 

"I don't know if it's a keeper," Maverick said as he reached for his measuring tape. 

Noah was cackling as the fish splashed water up on his face. "It ate the worm! It ate the worm!" 

"It's not big enough," Maverick confirmed, and Bradley handed you the rod so he could take the fish off and return it to the water. 

"We can't keep this one, Bub," Bradley told him as he untangled the hook. "Sorry." He dipped the fish back into the lake and then let it swim away.

Noah's eyes suddenly filled with tears. "We can't have a dog or a fish?"

Now you and Noah were both looking up at him with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. "We just want a pet," you whispered, kissing Noah's chubby cheek.

"Good Lord," Bradley muttered, and you cracked a smile. "Noah, that's not even the kind of fish you can keep as a pet. It's too big to have at home. Pet fish are like little goldfish from the pet store."

"Maybe we can get him a beta fish for his room?" you asked as everyone else returned to their previous activities. 

"Maybe," Bradley grunted. "Jesus, I think I'd rather have a dog than have to keep flushing fish and trying to find identical looking ones to replace it with."

"Yay!" you chanted, picking Noah up and instantly making him smile. "I think it's working." Then you pulled the wet wipes out of your bag and cleaned him up before letting him sit up on the top part of the boat and eat his sandwich. Bradley made a mental note to look up which dog breeds didn't shed.

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You sat on the plush bench and waved to everyone else while Bradley slowly pulled the boat away from the dock. Amelia and Penny were holding the empty cooler. Noah was perched up on Maverick's shoulders wearing his aviators and shouting, "Bye, Mommy! Bye, Daddy!" You blew him a kiss and watched them start walking back up to the house.

The afternoon sun was hot on your skin but the rush of air was keeping you cool as you leaned back and closed your eyes. You weren't going to be able to hide your desire for Bradley, your body was already thrumming with need. When you opened your eyes and pulled your legs up onto the bench so you could undo your sandals, your eyes caught on Bradley's broad back and shoulders. The wind was whipping through his hair as he stood in front of the captain's chair and steered the boat to a quieter, more secluded part of the lake. 

When he eased back on the throttle and the engine noise quieted a bit, you stood and wrapped your arm around his waist from behind. Bradley tucked you against his side with a smile before sliding you to stand right in front of him. "Why don't you steer for a while? I got some other things I want to do."

He guided one of your hands up to the wheel and placed your other hand on the throttle, and then his big hands found their way to your body. He swayed behind you to the motion of the boat as you steered along the shoreline on the far side of the lake where there were fewer houses. Bradley bunched the fabric of your dress up in both of his hands as he squeezed your waist through your dress. "I love you, Princess," he murmured against your neck and bare shoulder. 

You leaned back into his warmth and asked, "How do we stop the boat?"

Bradley covered your hand on the throttle with his and eased it all the way down until the engine died, his lips never leaving your skin. And now you felt warm everywhere as the sun beat down on your bodies and glittered off the water. The boat drifted gently along toward the middle of the lake as Bradley murmured, "I can't believe you have me considering getting a dog. What have you done to me?"

You spun in his arms and laughed. "That was all Noah."

"Nah, it was you, too. And you know it."

"You're just a big softie for us," you whispered as a bead of sweat trickled down your back at the same time you felt goosebumps on your legs. Bradley reached down for the hem of your sundress and started to guide the fabric up to your hips. 

"If we have a baby," he rasped, "it'll just get worse. I'll be outnumbered three to one."

"Four to one if there's a dog involved," you added, nodding helpfully. 

"Four to one?" He pulled your dress off, leaving you standing there in your purple bikini that didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. "Can't I at least have the dog on my side?"

"You can try." You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. "Good luck with that."

"Well shit," he grunted, pressing himself against your belly. He was already hard, but you were enjoying the way his fingers were trailing slowly down your back like he wasn't in a rush. "Looks like I'm just a big softie after all."

You nodded solemnly. "There's nothing that can be done for you, Daddy. But at least you're hard where it counts." He smirked when you squeezed him through his bathing suit. 

"That's just for you, too." You could feel him untying the knot in your bathing suit straps along the middle of your back before bringing his rough hands around to cup your bare breasts as the top hung off of your neck. "And these are mine."

"Yes, Daddy." You tried to return his kisses, but your head tipped back, and you moaned as he teased you. He stroked the undersides of your breasts so gently before bringing his thumbs up to pinch your nipples and then soothing them. "Oh god," you moaned as he pinched you again. 

You clenched hard around nothing as Bradley leaned down to run his nose and mustache along your jaw. "You're always so sensitive for me. You gonna make me beg for this right now?" 

"You don't have to beg," you moaned as his right hand came up to stroke your cheek before he untied your suit bottoms and let them fall to your feet. You could feel his fingers press against your clit before sliding down to your opening, and his lips met your ear. 

"You're such a good girl."

You could barely think when he talked to you like this and touched you just right. He'd spend all day working you up and getting you off if you told him you wanted him to. You knew he would. You knew he'd take care of you in every way. You knew he loved you. You'd never had anything even close to this, and now you'd never want anything else. 

On shaky legs, you managed to push him back onto the captain's chair and scramble up onto his lap. "Daddy," you panted softly before pressing your lips to his and rubbing your soaking wet pussy on his hard cock through his bathing suit. He'd reduced your vocabulary to just that one word. "Daddy."

Bradley seemed to understand that you needed him as he lifted his hips up and pulled his cock free, and you were sinking down around him before he was even seated again. "Oh, yeah," he groaned as he carefully untied the last knot at the back of your neck and let your bikini top join your bottoms. "Mine."

His hands on your hips only let you move at the slowest pace that left you a little dizzy as his mouth found your breasts. So you ran your hands up his strong arms to his shoulders and held on as he took everything nice and slow. You could barely focus on your surroundings long enough to determine if anyone was closeby to see the two of you fucking. 

"What if somebody....?"

He released your nipple with a pop and said, "They can't see us, Baby." Then he kissed his way up your chest to your neck, and he groaned as your pussy squeezed around him. "Fuck."

"Feels good," you whispered, still rocking at that deliciously slow tempo as he brought his lips up to meet yours. Playful kisses and nibbles led to the soft sweep of his tongue against yours as you played with his hair. Every few strokes of his cock left you fluttering around him. "Oh. Oh!" you gasped, a little surprised and bashful at how your orgasm was creeping up on you. And about how strong it was. 

Bradley broke the kiss so he could watch your face in awe as you suddenly keened loudly, rolling your hips. Rolling. Squeezing. He was hitting every sensitive spot inside you with his pretty cock, and your clit rubbed his coarse, trimmed hairs until you were shaking. Your toes curled. Your fingers shook as you tried to hold onto him. Your head lulled back as you came and came. 

And those big hands on your hips guided you through the whole thing.

"Princess," Bradley groaned, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as his forehead creased almost like he was in pain. "Oh, fuck. Baby!" He pushed himself deeper up into you as he filled you with cum, and you let your cheek rest on his warm shoulder, unable to hold yourself up any longer. 

He held you tight as he panted, stroking his fingers down your back and making you shiver. Your name was a whisper on his lips as he told you he loved you, and he kept himself buried inside you like he needed to feel close. No, you'd never want anything else. 

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You were a little sweaty and sticky from his cum dripping down your legs as Bradley helped you stand up. "I have an idea," he murmured, brushing his fingers along your shoulder and kissing your forehead softly. You looked like you were still in a daze as you glanced around in every direction to make sure there was still nobody else around. God, you looked like he'd just fucked you to within an inch of your life, when in reality he'd just led you through a slow-build orgasm that left you practically screaming for him. 

He kissed your cheek one more time before he stripped out of his swim trunks and climbed up onto the edge of the boat, jumping into the crystal clear lake. The water felt freezing on his overheated skin, and he laughed as you finally seemed to snap out of your daze.

"You coming in?" he asked as he pushed his hair away from his forehead and started to tread water. 

"Is it cold?"

He kind of shrugged and said, "Feels great. Would feel even better if you were in here with me."

Bradley watched you climb awkwardly up onto the edge and scream as you jumped in, your gorgeous body fully on display for him. He watched you go under and then come up sputtering. "It's freezing, you liar!"

He chuckled and swam over to you, and then he wrapped you in his arms and kissed your fingers and your purple painted nails. "We'll get out in a minute, and I'll wrap you up in a towel and snuggle with you on the bench."

"Yes," you agreed immediately. "I want that now."

Bradley let you swim back to the boat, and he helped you push yourself out of the water so you could wrap yourself in a towel. But he swam a few laps around the boat as he thought about your cum-filled pussy and what that might mean for him if he kept it up. It brought a smile to his face every time he thought about making the other bedroom into a nursery. You were teaching Noah how to read, and pretty soon he might be practicing reading to his baby sibling. Bradley loved the idea of all of it. Even the goddamn dog. 

When he pulled himself up into the boat, you reached out and handed him the other towel. "Thanks, Baby," he said, and you snuggled back sheepishly into your oversize towel on the bench. He walked to the cooler, dripping water along the way as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "What's wrong?" he asked, digging around for the snack he brought. 

"Nothing," you murmured as his hand closed around the bag. 

He plopped down on the bench with a foot of space between your bodies. "Sounds like something."

You bit your lip and said, "It's embarrassing."

"What is?" he asked, setting the bag down and focusing on you. "What could have embarrassed you?"

You rolled your eyes and looked up at the sky which was turning an array of colors as the sun approached the horizon. "My response to you. I know I don't have as much experience as you do, but you pretty much always manage to make me come... and you had me practically screaming just now. And we were barely moving."

"Hey," Bradley whispered. "That was the fucking hottest thing. Nothing to be embarrassed about." When you didn't respond, he said, "It's not just you. Yeah, you're sensitive for me, and I love using that to my advantage. But you make me wild like nobody else ever has."

"Really?" you asked, lowering the towel from your face a few inches. "I do?"

"Baby, you almost made me cum in my pants last week. And the first time you gave me head? I thought I was going to pass out or potentially die. That's how turned on I get."

"That's good," you said softly, grinning. "I like being on an even playing field with you."

Bradley reached for the bag of Skittles and said, "I have some more bait."

"You're going to try to catch more fish right now?" you asked, shifting on the bench. 

He shook his head. "I'm not here to catch a fish right now. I'm here to catch a Princess."

"You already caught one," you replied with a laugh.

Bradley held up the bag and shook it gently as a bright smile filled your features. "Just to be sure...."

"Yeah," you whispered as he tore the bag open, "that's the right kind of bait." You crawled across the bench and climbed onto his lap. He welcomed you there as you straddled his thigh and parted your lips. Bradley groaned as he shook a yellow Skittle out of the bag and ran it along your bottom lip before gently setting it on your tongue. You were young and beautiful which was exciting, but you were also smart and strong and loving. And Bradley wanted to take care of this connection with you so it would always be here. 

He kissed you as you slowly chewed your Skittle. "That's a good girl. Take the bait," he said with a laugh, repeating the process with a red one and a purple one. 

"And that's your Daddy voice again," you whispered as he fed you more candy.

"Just practicing for when I'm your Daddy and Noah's Daddy and another little one's Daddy."

You ran your nose along his as you smiled and whispered, "Don't forget about the dog."

The sun set with you wrapped in your towel on his lap and your head on his shoulder. You chewed up the last piece of candy just as Bradley whispered that it was getting dark and you needed to head back. He helped you slip your dress back on, and he steered the boat back to the dock with you nestled against his body. "I kind of want this forever," he murmured.

"Me too."

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You and Bradley finally made it back to the dock in the semidarkness. It took you a few times to tie everything down correctly as you laughed. You felt like you were on a bit of a sugar rush from the Skittles, and you giggled when Bradley said, "Holy shit. We almost forgot your bathing suit."

He jumped back onto the boat from the dock as you held up his phone flashlight so he could see. "It wouldn't have been the end of the world if we left it here."

"Yes, it would," he replied, bending down near the captain's chair to retrieve both pieces. "What would you spend all summer sunbathing in on our deck at home?"

"Nothing at all," you said, and he dropped your bikini top and had to pick it up again. 

"Shit," he grunted while you laughed, and your fingers slipped on his phone. You gasped and caught it in both hands, accidentally opening up his web browser which was filled with open tabs to diamond engagement rings. Your jaw dropped as you looked at rings more beautiful than anything you'd ever seen before. Bradley had apparently even taken a quiz titled Which engagement ring is perfect for my future wife?

Future wife. He'd talked about it before. Mentioned a ring and a future and security. You were in his will. He let Noah call you his mommy. He wanted to get married. But you almost dropped the phone again when you noticed a tab that said baby girl names.

"We almost forgot our trash, too," Bradley said as he climbed back onto the dock, holding up the Skittles wrapper along with your bathing suit. 

You were in a daze as you murmured, "Don't call Skittles wrappers trash. They serve a very important role by delivering delicious treats to princesses."

"Oh, you're right. I'm sorry," he said with a bit of an eye roll as he squatted down in front of you and helped you buckle your sandals for the walk back to the house. "It's not just common trash. It's a symbol of royalty."

"That's right," you whispered. You had his face partially illuminated by the flashlight as you scrolled through some of the baby names before closing out of the browser. He was taking all of this very seriously. You should have known he would; as soon as he'd deleted that dating app from his phone, he was all in. All yours.

You handed him back his phone when he stood, and you launched yourself into his arms. He kissed you and rubbed your back through your dress. You could hear his stomach growling which made you smile even more as you kissed your words against his lips. "I love you."

His response was a deep, soft rumble at the back of his throat. "I love you too, Princess."

"Let's go eat dinner and see Noah." He seemed to like your response, rewarding you with so many kisses on the short walk back to the house. But when you arrived, it was later than you anticipated. Maverick was asleep on the couch next to the Christmas tree, Amelia was eating Christmas cookies, and Penny was reading the end of her book. 

"Noah's already asleep," she whispered. "I gave him a bath, and then he was closing his eyes before his head hit the pillow. We grilled dinner. Grab some leftover burgers and hot dogs from the kitchen if you want," she added with a smirk.

At least she didn't comment on how messy Bradley's hair looked or the fact that he was carrying your bathing suit in his big hand when you used to be wearing it under your dress. "Sounds good," you whispered, and Bradley followed you into the kitchen. You watched him eat a handful of cookies while you heated up some of the leftovers from dinner. Then he inhaled two burgers and a hot dog while you ate one burger. 

"You were starving," you said with a laugh, noting that he looked very relaxed although tired. 

"I was," he groaned, eating another cookie. "Sun, sex and boating. Oh man. Wiped me right out."

"You're a simple man," you said, pushing him down the hallway toward your bedroom and the ensuite bathroom. "Let's take a shower."

You let Bradley wash your body with his big, soapy hands as he hummed his favorite song against your skin. Your belly was full and your senses were overwhelmed by his voice and the lemon scented soap and the steamy shower. You were yawning as he carried you to the bed, your skin still a little damp as you climbed naked under the covers with his body at your back. He was impossibly warm, fingers laced with yours, legs tangled together. 

"Love you," he murmured, kissing your shoulder. 

You thought about his phone as you brought your hand along with his to rest against your belly. "If we have a baby," you asked softly, "do you think you'd want a boy or a girl?"

"Mmm. Don't care," he replied right away, and he sounded like he was already starting to fall asleep. "But a girl would be nice."

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[sydneejean]

Do You Wanna Touch Me? | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You had been working at the bar for six months. And you'd been crushing on Rooster since the first night he handed you his credit card, called you Babydoll, and asked you to start a tab for him. And it only got worse from there, until one night you asked him about more than just his drink order.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, age gap, and smut

Length: 5800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written for my Top Gun Rocktober playlist! Check out my masterlist for more!

"Oh, my god," you whined softly, drying and polishing the rack of pint glasses in front of you as Rooster Bradshaw came strolling into the bar. "Fuck me," you sighed, barely able to keep your eyes off him as you fumbled one of the glasses.

"Yeah, you'd like that," Lizzy said with a laugh as she cut up some lemons before the Friday evening rush.

You didn't even know you spoke out loud. That's how much of a ridiculous crush you had on that big, sexy man. But he strolled right past you on his way to the pool table, barely even sparing a smile in your direction. 

"I really would," you told her, watching the flex of his bicep as he high fived Hangman. It wasn't like your coworkers didn't know you had a thing for Rooster. You'd been working here for six months, and you'd been crushing on him since the first night he handed you his credit card, called you Babydoll, and asked you to start a tab for him. And it only got worse from there.

He still occasionally called you Babydoll. He never called Lizzy or Jasmine by a pet name. Just you. And you held onto that little glimmer of hope that it meant something. That maybe one day, he'd look at you as more than just one of the bartenders.

"What's wrong with you?" Jas asked, waving a hand in front of your face. But then she looked where you were staring, and she asked no further questions. "Oh. Rooster's here."

"He sure is," you added, forcing yourself to focus on the customer in front of you who looked impatient for a drink. As you finished pouring him some tequila shots, you looked up eagerly, and Rooster met your eyes. It had been a solid week since you'd seen him, and he just always looked so good.

You pushed the shot glasses across the bar and collected payment, trying to stay as cool as you could. Because Rooster was heading your way now in his snug vintage wash jeans and bright tropical shirt. 

"Hey, Babydoll," he rasped, and your whole body clenched with need as your eyes fluttered closed. When you met his gaze again, he was leaning on the bar, closing in on your personal space. 

"Hey, Rooster," you replied, sounding a lot calmer than you felt. When he smirked and looked down at your shirt, your heart pounded even harder. Your name was embroidered on your Hard Deck top, just above your breast. He knew your name, but he always called you Babydoll anyway. So was he just simply staring at your tits?

He cleared his throat and asked, "Get me a beer? Please?" 

"Am I starting a tab?" you asked, reaching for one of the pint glasses you'd just finished cleaning. He responded by humming and sliding his credit card across the bar. He held eye contact with you while you expertly pulled the perfect pint of his preferred beer. The way his lips parted in a soft smile that matched yours, the twitch of his mustache...it all felt like foreplay that had been going on for months.

"Thanks," he muttered when your fingers brushed against his. He winked at you before turning back to the pool table, leaving you with his credit card and a desperate need inside of you.

As you set up his tab, Jasmine ran her hand along your lower back so you wouldn't bump her as she walked behind you. "Why don't you just invite him to join you in the bathroom and fuck him out of your system?" she joked. 

"Because," you sighed, "that would only make me pine harder. Getting a small taste of him would be worse than nothing at all."

"Oof," Lizzy replied. "You're a mess over Bradshaw."

"I wonder how old he is?" Jas asked.

You hummed and shrugged, watching him drink his beer across the room while you shook a vodka martini. "Gotta be at least thirty five."

"Ask him," Lizzy said. "Next time he comes over, ask him how old he is."

Your cheeks were warming up. He was bending at the waist, playing pool, and you were taking way too long to serve this martini. "No. What if he thinks I'm being rude? Or worse...what if he catches on that I like him, and he shuts it all down."

"Fine," Jas said, uncapping some ciders. "Next time Rooster comes up, I'll wait on him."

But that really didn't sit well with you. Rooster always came to you for his drinks, anytime he could. You liked that about him. You liked his attention. Jas wouldn't pour his pints quite as well as you could. You knew so well how much foam to let spill and how close to the top of the glass you could get. You loved pulling those pints of lager for him. And you loved pouring him bourbon when he asked for that instead. You knew which brand and that he liked it neat. You didn't have to ask. He didn't have to tell you.

No, you should always be the one to wait on him. And when he finished his pint and strolled back up to the bar after Phoenix beat him at pool, you stepped in front of Jasmine. "I got it," you said confidently, and Jas walked away chuckling. This time Rooster eased himself down onto an empty stool between two women who looked at him like they'd just won the lottery. But his eyes were on you. 

"Lager or bourbon?" you asked, and you were rewarded with those perfect, white teeth and his deep laughter. 

"You got everyone's regular drinks memorized?" he asked as you reached for his empty glass. But he didn't let you take it. He kept one hand on the glass for a few beats while your fingers met his. 

He was making you feel bold tonight. He was even more gorgeous up close like this, with a few gray hairs at his temples and some laugh lines around his eyes. His eyebrows shot up, and his smile faltered when you said, "No, Rooster. Not everybody's regular drinks. Only the hottest guys. Lager or bourbon?"

He grunted and swallowed hard. "Dealer's choice." Then he finally let you take the empty glass, and it was a good thing, too, because you needed to turn away from him. You took a few extra seconds to reach for the bottle of Wild Turkey. Your nipples were hard, your skin felt like it was on fire, and you were turned on just talking to him.

When you turned back to face him, his gaze was neutral again. You uncapped the bourbon and poured it for him, neat. 

"Thanks," he murmured, moving like he was standing to leave. 

And then your mouth worked before your brain, and you said, "Anytime, Sexy."

You watched him pause halfway out of his seat, his eyes dipping down to watch you nervously lick your lips. If he left for the pool table, you really were going to have to let Jasmine wait on him next time. Embarrassment flooded your veins, leaving you uncomfortable with a sheen of cold sweat on your neck. But he eased himself back down onto the stool and kept his eyes on you. "Alright. Babydoll."

You laughed softly, pulling out some glasses for the woman who wanted two cosmos. Rooster sipped his bourbon and kept his focus on your face and your body. He grunted as you took a shaker in each hand, and as you poured them out at the same time, he asked, "What's your favorite drink?"

He was hyper focused on you now, leaning in just the slightest bit further as you served both pink drinks. "To have or to make?" you asked, taking more orders.

"Both. I want you to tell me both."

You smiled at him, and he matched it right away. "Nothing is more fun to make than an expertly crafted Bloody Mary, but those are best as breakfast cocktails."

He nodded, accepting your answer, and then he asked, "And what do you order when you go out?"

You shrugged. "I don't often get to have someone make my drinks for me, but when I do, I usually order a Manhattan."

"A Manhattan?" he asked, balking at your answer. "How fuckin' old are you, Babydoll? People in their seventies drink those things!"

"I'm twenty three," you told him, laughing so hard you were doubled over. He looked delighted when you were finally able to stand up straight again. Your smile was still bright as you leaned on the bar until you were only two feet from his face and softly asked, "How old are you?"

The song on the jukebox changed as Rooster rubbed his mustache and said, "I'm a lot older than you are." His little self deprecating laugh just made you want to get closer to him. He looked amused by you and also resigned to the fact that he thought his age was something you wouldn't like about him.

"How old?" you asked again, biting your lip. 

His brown eyes found your mouth, and you thought for a moment that he was going to kiss you. Oh god, you wanted him to, so badly. "I'm thirty eight."

You hummed softly as Phoenix came to stand next to him, and you started to get her favorite kind of beer ready. 

"You coming back to the pool table?" she asked Rooster, but he just grunted something about needing to finish his bourbon first. When you handed Phoenix her drink, Rooster told you to put it on his tab, and he looked relieved when she walked away.

"Thirty eight," you said, watching him down the remainder of the drink in his glass. "That's why you're so good at flirting? You've had time to practice?"

He coughed a little bit as he set his empty glass down on the bar top. "Babydoll, I'm fifteen years older than you."

"So?" you asked, pulling another perfect pint for him. "You don't want to flirt with me?"

"Now wait, that's not what I'm saying at all. Just surprised you don't want to flirt with someone your own age."

"I don't like boys my age," you told him fearlessly. "I like men."

"Oh, hell," he groaned, taking a long sip of his fresh beer. "Just look at you. You're gonna get yourself in trouble if you don't find a nice guy."

He looked flustered now. You were making Lieutenant Bradshaw flustered. His cheeks were pink, and he kept sipping his beer, avoiding your gaze. He looked adorable and boyish, and you didn't know quite what to do about this. Or about the fact that talking to him was making you wet. 

"Hmmm," you hummed, and his eyes met yours immediately. "Are you a nice guy?"

"Fuck," he groaned, adjusting himself in his seat. "Sometimes."

"You're always pretty sweet to me," you whispered. "What's it like when you're not a nice guy, Rooster?"

You wanted to touch him for more than a few fleeting seconds. After six months, you thought you were going to. His long, thick fingers were just resting there in front of you. But then Fanboy came to the bar and asked you to close out his tab. And then you had to help Lizzy pour a massive round of shots. And then when Rooster asked you to close out his tab as well, you did it with a pout on your lips. 

As you slid his credit card, the slip he needed to sign, and a pen across the bar, he smiled at you. "Aww, come on. Don't give me that look. You know how it is."

"I don't, actually," you replied, watching him sign the credit card receipt for you. "How is it?"

He looked up and studied your face. "You're too perfect to mess with, Babydoll. Too young. Too pretty to touch."

You chewed on your lip and squeezed your thighs together. You had to know. Your voice was soft and unsure as you asked him, "Do you wanna touch me?"

He didn't meet your eyes again as he scribbled on the receipt and then left it and the pen for you to collect. He stood up from his stool, gave a quick salute to his friends and then headed for the door. 

You moaned helplessly. You blew it. He thought you were just a kid, and you never stood a chance. And now he'd probably never even look at you again. 

But when you picked up the receipt, you read one word written there under his name. YES.

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When you strolled into the bar the next evening, you got right to work. You had no idea if Rooster would show up, and you weren't sure if you even wanted to see him or not. You'd torn off the bottom of his credit card slip and taken it home with you. That little scrap of paper on which he'd admitted he wanted to touch you was hanging on your bedroom mirror. But it was the fact that he was probably never going to touch you, even though he was more than welcome to, that was making you frustrated. 

"What's wrong with you?" Lizzy asked as she arrived a minute later. "You look hot."

You glanced down at your Hard Deck top, denim skirt and beat up sneakers. "I look the same as I always do," you told her, continuing to dump buckets of ice into the cooler behind the bar. 

"Maybe it's your makeup," she replied. "I think you're hoping Rooster comes in tonight."

You rolled your eyes. "I always hope he's going to be here. He's pretty. I like looking at him."

"I'm not going to dispute that," Lizzy said as she cut up the lemons again tonight. "But I think you actually like him. Not just the way he looks."

You didn't respond, because it didn't matter. You'd keep the flirtation to a minimum the next time you saw him. The last thing you wanted to do was make him think you were desperate. He wanted to touch you? He could go right ahead. But you weren't about to beg him to.

As the bar got crowded, Jasmine showed up as well. The three of you got into a nice rhythm. A lot of the aviators were back again tonight, and you were serving them drink after drink. And then it was like you knew he was there before you saw him. After you handed a couple their drinks, your eyes automatically shifted toward the doorway, finding it filled with Rooster's big body. And he was already looking at you. 

"You want me to wait on him?" Lizzy asked you softly as Rooster approached the bar. 

But you just shook your head and reached for two different glasses, holding them up as he took a seat in front of you. When he pointed to the pint glass, he said, "Lager. Please."

"Sure," you replied, setting the smaller glass aside and pulling a perfect pint of beer for him. "Start a tab?"

"Nah, I'm not staying long tonight," he told you as you placed the beer in front of him without meeting his gaze. "Just wanted to see you and get one drink."

"Mmkay," you said. But when you pulled your hand away, he reached for it. 

Stunned, you let him take your hand in his large one, and then he asked, "Does this mean you're done flirting with the old man now? You got it all out of your system yesterday?" His eyes were guarded, cautious, and he held onto your hand, expecting an answer. 

You shook your head slowly, running your fingertips along his rough calluses. "I was just getting started."

A crooked little smile danced across his lips. "I am too old for you, Babydoll. And it's a shame."

Your heart jumped in your chest, hand still tangled up with his on the bar top. You could hear Lizzy and Jasmine working extra hard to take all the orders, trying to give you a moment here. So you smiled back. "You think you're old. So what? You expect me to call you Daddy?"

"Shit," he grunted, squirming a bit in his seat but keeping your hand in his.

When he didn't respond right away, you leaned a little closer, one eyebrow raised. "I asked you a question."

His eyes were wide, and that little grin was back. "I could be a... Daddy. Maybe for the right girl."

You pulled your hand free of his and planted both palms on the bar top and leaned closer to him. "And just how is a girl supposed to know if she's the right one?"

But his cheeks were tinged with pink once again, and he looked flustered. It was flattering, such an ego boost. You were the one who made him like this. But he wasn't responding now, and you needed to help Jas pour some chardonnay for the impatient ladies at the end of the bar. You sighed and said, "Well, I work until eleven. So just think on it."

But he wouldn't let you leave. Rooster reached for your hand again, but this time he was the one leaning closer. "The right girl would be one that I can't seem to stay away from. You said you work until eleven?"

"Yes," you replied softly, his large hand completely covering yours on the bar top.

"Right. Then ask me again if I want to start a tab."

You pressed your lips together, trying not to giggle. "Would you like to start a tab, Rooster?"

"You're damn right I would, Babydoll. I can't get enough of you. Think I'll just hang here until eleven. If that's okay with you."

This time you did giggle. "Yeah. That's okay with me." As he pulled his wallet out and handed you his credit card, you asked, "Bourbon or lager?"

"Make it a Manhattan."

"I've been told these drinks are for people in their seventies," you said with a straight face as you reached for the vermouth, secretly pleased he wanted your favorite. "You're only thirty eight."

"Listen," he said, watching you fix his drink. "You said you don't like boys your own age. And maybe I'm a little older than you, but all the parts are still in working order."

You felt giddy. When you set the glass down in front of him, you couldn't help but ask, "Does that mean you'll let me take you for a test drive?" 

You had to work to keep an innocent expression on your face as Bradley's blush deepened. He took a sip of his Manhattan, licked his lips and said, "I don't do test drives anymore."

"Oh," you said with a little pout. "You don't?"

"No," he replied a bit cautiously, taking another sip of his cocktail. "I'm getting too old for that. I like at least a little bit of commitment from the driver. Don't wanna feel like I'll get dinged up."

You shivered at his words, mesmerized by his voice and his demeanor as he looked down into his glass. Could you do more than a test drive? Of course you'd thought about it. You were crushing so hard, you'd imagined what it would be like if he was your boyfriend. But you'd barely even let yourself hope for a one night stand. Even that much seemed too good to be true.

"Oh," you said again in a softer tone. When he glanced up, his dark eyes were no longer guarded, and he was looking at you warily. Without giving it much thought, you pushed up onto the bar and leaned until he met you halfway in a kiss. It was just the softest brush of your lips against his. But the sound he made and the prickle of his mustache on your skin left you wide eyed and out of breath as you eased yourself back down. "No. You're too handsome to get all dinged up. I'm a great driver."

"Yeah," he said with a little laugh. "I can already tell. And that's what I was afraid of last night. There's just something about you, isn't there?"

"You have a thing for me?" you asked him, gripping the edge of the bar top. "Because I definitely have a thing for you." You had stopped breathing now, and your heart was pounding in your ears. 

With a little grin, he said, "Yeah, I do, Babydoll."

"Well, what are we going to do about it, Daddy?" you asked with another giggle as Jasmine thrust a bottle of prosecco into your hands. 

"We're going to go out my Bronco the minute your shift is over. We'll figure it out there." 

You nearly dropped the bottle when you met his eyes. "A quickie?" you asked softly, but you were sure he heard you.

"No," he groaned, running his big palm along his mouth and shaking his head at you. Then he finished the rest of his Manhattan in one gulp and pushed the glass your way. "Nothing about this is gonna be quick. I'd like to take my time, especially with someone as perfect as you."

You sounded like a feral animal, thighs clenched together and gripping the bottle of prosecco with both hands. 

"Shit," Rooster grunted. "You're making it hard to just sit here, Babydoll."

"Hard?" you asked with a grin. 

"You'll find out."

After another embarrassing noise, you had to excuse yourself to the other end of the bar for a few minutes. Jesus, you needed to keep your job, after all. But his eyes followed you everywhere. Any time you looked his way, he was transfixed on you. When you pulled a pint of lager and set it down for him, he whispered, "Thanks, Babydoll," sending shivers along your skin again. 

"Anything else you want, Rooster?" you asked him sweetly. 

His gaze dipped down to your chest before returning to your face. "Nothing I'm allowed to have inside the bar."

"At least not when we're open to the public, sir," you replied, giving him a little salute that had him reaching for you across the bar. But you managed to skirt away from his grasp with another laugh. 

"You coming back over here?" he asked between sips of his beer. "I didn't get a chance to ask you if you'll make me a Bloody Mary for breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah. Breakfast," he confirmed with a smile. "At my place?"

You pressed your lips together to keep from screaming. "So since this isn't a test drive, what are my options, exactly? Am I looking at a lease? A financing package?"

"I'm sure you'll know what you want to do when the time comes. And I'm going to need you to stop saying package right now."

"Just go," Jasmine told you suddenly. "It's after ten, and you're useless. You and he have had hours of foreplay already. Go."

"Are you sure?" you asked, already reaching for your bag and Rooster's credit card.

"Yes," Lizzy confirmed. Then she looked at Rooster who was already standing up and told him, "Pay your tab next week. And get her out of here."

"My pleasure," he rasped, and you practically ran for the opening in the bar, ducking underneath the counter. And when you stood up again, he was right there. He was so tall and broad, and with a coy smile, you slipped his credit card into the pocket of his jeans. When your fingers trailed closer to his zipper, he grabbed your wrist gently. 

"Just checking for myself to make sure all the parts are working," you mused as he raised your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently. In the middle of the crowded bar. Then he wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck, and you pulled him down for a kiss. 

He kept it pretty clean as he promised, "Wait until we get outside."

"Now," you demanded, pulling him along behind you by his shirt collar. As soon as the cool, night air met your hot skin, he had your bare thighs in his hands, and your back was pressed against the side of the building. "Oh my god," you gasped. Your body was pinned between the siding and Rooster, and the rough denim of his jeans was rubbing you deliciously through your underwear. 

"I told you I'm not going to rush," he whispered, pressing into you as you held onto his shoulders. He teased you with that delicious mustache and his lips on your neck before he kissed your ear and said, "Now, I'm gonna need verbal confirmation, Babydoll."

"Yes!" you nearly shouted. "Everything!"

He chuckled next to your ear and asked, "You wanna fuck in my Bronco?"

"Yes," you moaned so loudly, you were sure Jasmine and Lizzy could hear you. 

"I don't have any condoms with me," he said, looking you in the eye. "Do we need them?"

"No, I'm clean, and I take the pill," you said, leaning in to kiss his lips. He tasted you, running the tip of his tongue along yours before pulling his lips away. 

You whined for him, but he was undeterred. "I need you to tell me that you'll come home with me and make me that Bloody Mary in the morning while I make you breakfast."

He already wanted you to sleep over with him. He wanted to make you breakfast. He didn't want to have a one night stand. He was waiting for an answer. "You'll have to let me know if you want it traditional or extra spicy."

"Fuck," he grunted before his lips came crashing against yours. His big hands held your thighs wide as he rolled his hips gently against you. 

"Rooster," you moaned against his lips as he let you gently slide down his body until your feet hit the ground. 

"Please call me Bradley," he whispered as he wrapped his hand around your waist and quickly guided you across the dark parking lot. 

When you saw the Bronco, you ran the last little bit hand in hand. His laughter mixed with yours as he unlocked the door. "Come on, Bradley," you sang, looking up at him over your shoulder before climbing up onto the driver's seat on your hands and knees. "Do you wanna touch me?"

"Babydoll," he moaned, keeping you still as he guided your skirt up over your butt and around your waist. You cried out as he kissed the backs of your thighs. He slipped his fingers inside the thin strips of lace fabric that made up your thong, and you couldn't ever remember being this turned on before. 

"Bradley!" you gasped loudly when his lips and tongue met the globe of your rear end. He slid the lace to one side and kissed your slit from behind until you were panting. You might cum. You might actually have an orgasm on your hands and knees with your ass in his face. Boys your own age couldn't get you like this no matter what they did.

He gently swatted at you before palming your ass and saying, "Get in the backseat."

Oh yes. He was about to show you what else his age and experience had to offer, and you were already shaking with need. "Yes, sir," you whispered, and you heard him mutter a string of obscenities as you scrambled onto the backseat. As he slid the driver's seat forward and climbed in the back, you carefully pulled your underwear down your thighs. He helped you and then pressed the lace to his nose before pulling you onto his lap. 

"I've thought about this so many times when I touched myself," you blurted out as he teased your clit with his thumb. "Bronco sex," you whined, head tipped back, enjoying the perfect pressure he applied to your body. "Bronco sex with Bradley Bradshaw."

"Forgive me, Babydoll," he whispered, voice harsh. "But last night was the first time I jerked off thinking about you. Too afraid to go there before that, thinking there was no way in hell you'd want me."

"I want you," you swore, meeting his eyes in the near darkness. If anyone else was out in the parking lot, you couldn't see them. And you didn't care if they could see you, because he was slipping one thick finger inside you. "Wanted you for so long. Months and months."

"Jesus, you're tight," he groaned, sliding your snug top up to your chest as you rode his hand. "And you skipped a bra tonight like a good girl."

"Bradley," you gasped as he cupped your bare breast in his big hand. He lazily swirled his thumb around your nipple before bending to take you into his mouth. "Oh my god!" 

Your orgasm was already building. You had only been in the backseat with him for a few minutes, and he was still fully clothed. But now you were riding two fingers, and his thumb was delicious against your clit. As he licked and sucked on your breast, you started to clench. 

"Damn," he muttered against your body. "Already?"

You just nodded before guiding his lips up to yours, and you came as you moaned loudly against his mouth. "Bradley." You raked your fingers up into his hair and kissed him. He was hard through his jeans, and when he withdrew his fingers, you felt them trail up your body. 

"You're so pretty," he whispered, pulling your top over your head. "You'll look even better in my bed."

You wanted him to fuck you here first, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't already thought about his place and what he might make you for breakfast. And as you sat straddled his hips in nothing but your skirt up around your waist and your sneakers on your feet, you felt adored by him. He was kissing a trail down between your breasts and rubbing his thumbs along your thighs. 

"Bradley," you whined, rubbing your pussy against his jeans, already feeling a little wrung out. "Please."

The street light at the corner reflected in his eyes, letting you know he was looking at your face as he raised his hips and unzipped his jeans. And a few seconds later, they were down around his knees along with his underwear. Your lips met his as you felt the velvety soft tip of his cock resting against your core. As you kissed him and tugged on his hair, he throbbed for you. And suddenly you weren't in such a hurry either. 

"Let me make you feel good," he whispered, and as you slid down around him, Bradley guided you with his hands on your hips. "You're so wet, my god."

"You always make me wet, even when you just talk to me at the bar," you admitted softly, your voice shaking as he kept pushing deeper inside you. "Oh. You're huge."

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, pausing where he was. But you just shook your head and rolled your hips slowly until he was completely inside you. He kissed you softly as you gasped and got used to him. "I don't wanna hurt this sweet pussy," he whispered next to your ear. "Perfect."

And then he brushed his knuckles along your clit and leaned his head back, watching as you rode him. "Take it off," you gasped, and he let you push his shirt down his arms and pull his tank over his head. You explored his broad chest with your hands and his shoulders with your lips. He was warm and rough and oh so sweet. His chest hairs brushed against your nipples as he guided your hips with his hands.

"Bradley?"

"Hmm?" 

You wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed his lips. "Fuck. So good." He felt delicious, his big hands everywhere, sliding up to span your back and keep you close. He fucked you in long, fluid movements that just got faster and faster. His pubes were coarse against your clit. His little grunts and words of praise kept you going as you started squeezing around his cock.

"Don't stop, Babydoll," he coaxed as you got closer. When his lips met your sweat slick chest again, and he pulled your nipple between his teeth, you came for him.

"Oh!" 

As your legs shook and your fingers went loose in his hair, Bradley fucked up into you until you were screaming his name. 

"Good girl," he grunted, and suddenly you were on your back along the seat with your legs spread wide. He fucked you with long, hard strokes that made your tits bounce and prolonged your orgasm. His lips were everywhere, and you were surrounded by his voice in the dark, holding onto his biceps as he came inside you.

You scrambled to get your mouth on his as you both caught your breath together, and as your heartbeat started to return to normal, you pressed a dozen soft kisses to his lips, one after the next. "Will you take me home?"

His hands stilled on your thigh and your neck. "Yeah," he said with a tone of sadness. "I can drop you off at home."

When he started pulling away without so much as another kiss, you reached for him, keeping him firmly inside you. "No, no. Take me home with you, Bradley."

"My place?" His voice was still soft, but it sounded hopeful now.

"Of course," you reassured him, and his kisses returned. "I'll spend the whole morning tomorrow making you Bloody Marys with little heart shaped garnishes."

He smiled against your lips before he said, "I'd like that, Babydoll."

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The Hard Deck was pretty busy the following evening, and you were so physically exhausted from your night with Bradley, you could barely keep up. The Sunday crowd was keeping you on your toes, and Jasmine wouldn't stop asking you how your night ended. 

"Did you go home with him? You did. I can tell," she said as you just shrugged at all of her questions. "Are you going to see him again? Come on! Tell me!"

When you saw movement on the other side of the bar top, Jasmine's eyes went wide. "Hey, babydoll." The deep rumble of his voice was so distinct, you didn't need to look at him to know it was Bradley. He had whispered dirty, sweet things in your ears all night and all morning. You knew the sound of his voice by heart now.

When your eyes met his, you reached for a pint glass and filled it with his favorite beer. "Hey, Bradley. Wanna start a tab?" you asked with a soft smile.

You giggled as he reached for your hand and tugged you closer. Then he leaned across the bar and kissed you as his nose brushed against yours. "For you? Always. And don't close the tab until your shift ends."

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[sydneejean]

even tho i am an avid pillow princess jake dominant bradley stan in the bedroom i feel like jake is so grabby and possessive over bradley in public like if they’re out or whatever he will snake an arm around bradley’s waist at all times especially if he’s drunk because that boy will cause all kinds of trouble and he needs to look after him

#hangster #sereshaw #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun #rooster x hangman

[sydneejean]

🥲

A cuddly shower after sec with poly!jake and poly!bradley 😭

“Just a little longer?”

“We just want to hold you”

Ugh dying rn

IM DYING RN WHAT THE FUCKKKK

i’m down so bad for all poly relationships and pairings within the dagger squad, but jake and bradley hit different. two broad ass pilots who came together to love each other and love you wanting to share you, fuck you and love you? sign me the fuck up!!!

ughhhhhh omg omg thank you so much for this my love!! 💌🥹💖

[sydneejean]

This is so self indulgent- but could you do something about falling asleep in Jake or Bradley’s arms after a long day? Cause 😍

bradley always knows

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader

￫ c/w: mentions of painful headaches, fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: @sydneejean i couldn’t resist writing something as soft and fluffy for bradley so i hope you enjoy!

￫ this is part of seb’s soft sunday. find the other fics here! 💌

Your head felt like it was going to burst from it’s seams and drip through your ears it hurt that bad. Your day from hell, as you would accurately describe it, had you feeling defeated and exhausted by the time you crossed the threshold into your home. You could recognise the soft piano keys drifting through the house when you closed the front door. You wanted to shut the outside world out completely. The music was the first thing to soothe your pulsating head all day, but they came to a stop and your head went back to beating.

“Baby?” You heard Bradley’s voice follow the sound of the finished piano music.

He came through the doorway from your front room that held his piano and your desk. It was front facing the sun and you adored the summer time when the sun would cast a golden glow over your walls, the shadows dancing in time to the music Bradley was playing that particular evening.

“Baby? You’re late, what happened?” Bradley called out to you again. He wasn’t accusing you of being late, no. There was worry in his voice.

“Stand still traffic all along the northern lane. My phone ran out of battery from meetings all day, I forgot my contact lenses so my head feels twice it’s size and my favourite sandwich was all sold out by the time I got to my very late lunch and it’s only fucking Tuesday.”

A pout formed on your face as you kicked off your shoes and hung your coat up. It was winter now and you barely saw the sun with how long you were tucked away in your bleak office.

Bradley could recognise the tiredness in your face. It was etched over your features like an old painting. Your shoulders were hunched and your pace was slow as you came towards him, looking for his warm and familiar embrace. He stretched his large arms open wide and you fell into him with an ‘omph’.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. It sounds like you’ve had the day from hell, hm?”

“Exactly my thoughts, Roos.” You reciprocated with a little smile. Bradley always thought the same as you.

Bradley smoothed down the back of your hair as you nuzzled closer into his broad chest, trying to soak up the feeling of his warm torso. Bradley pulled you away from his frame and you groaned in protest. He still kept you close by gently cradling your jaw with his slender fingers.

“I don’t want to rub it in and please don’t be mad at me, but as you know I was off today and I didn’t prepare dinner in case you wanted a treat. Takeout?”

You could feel an inch of tension roll off your shoulders and your eyes fluttered at the indulgent thought.

“How could I be mad at you?”

“I know, I just want you to know I still want to take care of you, baby.”

You leaned up and brushed your nose lightly against his, feeling the hairs of his upper lip tickle your skin. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and your lips twitched upwards into a blissful smile.

“You always do, Roos.”

He kissed you back sweetly after you reassured him.

“Go upstairs, get changed, shower, whatever you wan’ do and I’ll order.”

You didn’t even need to check what he was going to order. As always, Bradley always thought the same as you.

An hour later you were scraping the last morsels of food off your plate and slumping back against Bradley’s chest on your couch. You’d slipped into Bradley’s old navy shirt and something easy was playing on Netflix. Some show you picked that could be enjoyed, but didn’t need your full focus.

You hummed in bliss and let a sigh escape your lips, one that you had been holding in all day and you felt you could finally release it as you were pressed in between the legs of your sweet Bradley with a full belly. Your inhale after flooded your nostrils with Bradley’s familiar scent. It was warm like cinnamon with a slight tang of sea salt. You twisted your warm frame around and lulled your head to the side. Your cheek was now pressed against his peck and your legs curled up in between his.

Bradley wrapped his hands around your frame and gave you a light squeeze. “Comfy?” His voice was just above a whisper. “Very.” You agreed and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, both of you still mindlessly watching the television.

“What time is it?” You murmured out to him again. “Nine o’lock, darling.”

“Okay, one more episode then I’ll go to bed.”

All it took was fifteen minutes and Bradley could hear your soft and small snores. Your body was going limp against his. He cocked his head down and saw your eyes finally closed shut with the tension now all drained from your face. Bradley smiled proudly to himself knowing he could still take care of you and always will.

He was careful not to wake you too much as his broad arms scooped under your body and hoisted it to his chest.

“Lets get you to bed my baby.” His voice was soft against your ear as he carried you up the stairs.

“Ni’ night, Roos. Love you.”

He stilled for a moment hearing your voice peep out from his hold. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest at hearing your voice laced with blissful sleep. He wanted to squeeze you and pepper your face in kisses, but he could save that for tomorrow.

“Night, angel. Love you more.”

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[sydneejean]

Every time this pops up, it makes my heart happy 🥺

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[sydneejean]

Guys- i had and idea for a fic with either rooster or hangman (or both 👀) but then I did my nails and don’t remember it 😭😭😭 someone send help and ideas

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[sydneejean]

Sunshine

Summary: Jake addresses someone with the same callsign that he has dubbed your nickname

Warnings: angst, fluffy ending, swearing

Pairing: Hangman x reader

Word count: 1240

Request: yes

Coming home to your newly made fiancé - after a long day of corralling 6 and 7 year olds trying to get them to learn addition - all you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and stay there for the night. However, a certain Jake Seresin had other plans for the two of you. And with you never being able to say no to him, you reluctantly agreed to go out to The Hard Deck with him and his fellow pilots.

Changing out of your nice teaching clothes and into something a little more comfortable, you made your way to the popular bar in Fightertown USA where your fiancé was already waiting for you, The Hard Deck. A short drive later, you were pulling into an empty parking spot next to Jake’s truck and walking into the bar. Spotting Maverick seated at the bar top talking to Penny you change your course of direction to them to say hello. Giving hugs and order drinks for you and Jake, you ask where the infamous Dagger team (turned Top Gun instructors) were located.

“They’re where they always are honey” Penny gives with a laugh causing you to smile brightly “at the pool table”

“I should’ve known” you laughed back and start towards the group of pilots you’ve found yourself growing close too. Jake is watching you walk towards them with a pool cue in his hand and a smile on his face. “Hi baby” you greet him as you set the two drinks down on the nearest table and wrap your arms around him.

“Hey sunshine” he smiles at you and give you a kiss on the cheek. Smiling at the use of the nickname he gave you years ago when you had first started dating. The group, used to your antics, jokingly gags and the acts of affection.

“I didn’t know if you were almost out of beer, so I got you a new one”

“Always looking after me, even when I don’t ask” you look up at him only to find him staring down at you with a loving gaze. You giggle and hide your face in his chest which then rumbles with a chuckle. You move away from his grasp to go talk to Phoenix, one of your only female friends.

“Girl, do you want to go get your nails done with me sometime this week?” You ask her

“Is that even a question? Of course, I think the only day I have off of work is Saturday”

“That’s perfect, I think I have a parent teacher meeting at 4 on Saturday, but we can totally go out for lunch and then get our nails done!”

“Perfect, parent teacher meeting, huh?”

“Yeah, one of the kids parents set one up to see how their kid was doing” you roll your eyes as Phoenix laughs at your annoyance. “God it was a long day”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, who knew teaching 6 and 7 year olds math would be so hard” you laughed out, releasing all your worries

“Yeah I can imagine, I hated learning math in elementary school, you don’t have to teach fractions, right” she asks with faux worry in her voice

“No, oh my gosh can you imagine” after talking to Phoenix for a little bit, you find your eyes start to wander trying to find Jake. Spotting him at the bar, you end your conversation with the female pilot and excuse yourself to go get another drink.

However, as you’re walking towards your lovely fiancé you begin to overhear his conversation with what looks to be another pilot you hadn’t seen before. She must’ve been a new Top Gun student. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow Sunshine.

“See you tomorrow, sir” he gives a friendly wave to the girl “sunshine” as he turns to face you, now frozen with anger at the use of your nickname being used for someone else. Pivioting on your heel and starting towards the exit fairly quickly, you start to hear your fiancé come after you, obviously not realizing his mistake.

Once you make it out of the bar, almost to your car, you feel a hand on your wrist. Not harsh, but enough to make you turn around “what?” You ask him with an evident tone of annoyance in your voice

“What the hell was that?” He questions

“What the hell was that?!” You throw the question back at him

“What was what? I was talking to one of my students Y/N!” You can hear him starting to get angry with you, but trying to suppress it. Rolling your eyes, you yank your arm out of his grip and get into the car, but he catches the door before you’re able to slam it shut in his face.

“Let go Jake, we can talk about this when you’re finished talking to your ‘student’” trying not to get even more angry at him.

“Y/N what is going on with you? You know I would never do anything like that to you, I love you too much.” He says with a certain sadness you haven’t heard in a while “what’s all this about? You never get jealous”

“I’m not jealous, Jake. Just go back into the bar and strike up a new conversation with whoever in the hell Sunshine is” Jake’s eyes immediately widening as he realizes the miscommunication that happened

“No no no no no baby! That’s- you have it all wrong sunshine.” He frantically tries to fix his mistake with you still fuming “no honey, her callsign is ‘Sunshine’. You’re the only sunshine in my life, I promise, you have a ring on your finger to prove it” his demeanor much softer as he starts to rub his hands up and down your arms

“Oh” you whisper out so quietly he almost misses it “I’m sorry”

“No, you have nothing to be sorry about my love. It was a simple mistake on my part, I should’ve introduced you” you lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a kiss on the forehead “how about we get some cheese fries from Penny, then go home and watch a couple movies in bed. How’s that sound?”

“Amazing” you mumble into his chest, feeling the comforting, low rumble in his chest as he chuckles.

“Alright sunshine how about you head home, get comfy, and pick out our first movie of the night, I’ll be home in 15 minutes”

“Okay” with a departing kiss, you slip back inside your car and start heading home to do what you were told, this time going home with a smile on your face having resolved the miscommunication.

Approximately 15 minutes after you got home, you hear the front door open and close and your fiancé call out “honey, I got the goods!”

With a giggle, you leap off of your shared bed in order to go get the cheese fries your soon to be husband promised “what movie are we watching?” He questions with a kiss to your forehead.

“Beauty and the Beast”

“Ah, one of my favorites” and with a smile he leads you back into the bedroom, cheese fries in hand, lays you on the bed and starts to get into his pajama pants so that he could lay down with you.

“I think this is better than being at a noisy bar anyways” you say “Thank you” you whisper with a smile

“Anything for you sunshine” he gives with a kiss to your forehead

With that, you cuddle up into the side of Jake Seresin, not the pilot, but Jake Seresin, your fiancé.

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A/N: thanks for reading! So sorry it took so long to complete! I got distracted with school 😭, but here it is! My inbox is always open so feel free to send in any requests!

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#top gun maverick #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #hangman fic #hangman fluff #top gun maverick fluff #top gun maverick angst #top gun #jake seresin #jake seresin x you #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x y/n

[sydneejean]

YES

THIS SCENE MAKES ME CACKLE

#top gun maverick #tgm spoilers #bradley bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun #pete mitchell #top gun maverick angst

[sydneejean]

Amen 😂

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from the motivation to finish a wip

#very true #top gun maverick #this is totally not inspired by my own lack of motivation... #writing #writers of tumblr #fanfic

[sydneejean]

Just Like Old Times… Kinda

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw and Ellie Mitchell reconnect in Fightertown after several years apart

Warnings: kind of long (sorry), allusions to sex

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x OC!Mavericks daughter

32 year old Ellie Mitchell moved to Fightertown, USA, also known as Miramar, also known as the place she was born and where she grew up. She left to go to college, but ended up coming back to her roots. 7 years ago she moved back in with her mother, Penny Benjamin, and half sister, Amelia. Everything was going great, she worked at The Hard Deck with her mother. She enjoyed watching the new hot-shot pilots trying to make their move with her every chance they got, but never succeeding. That was until one day.

It was a random Monday night in Miramar, and like she does every other Monday night, she was working with her mother at The Hard Deck. Getting lost in the hustle and bustle of the usual Monday night crowd, not only had she not noticed a new group of pilots come in, but she hadn’t noticed her own father. That is until her mom had rung the bell making her turn to set her eyes on the culprit. Gasping in delight and surprise, she ran around the bar top to hug her dear old dad.

“You didn’t tell me you were gonna be in town!” She scolds the man that partially raised her.

He gave a smile and ruffled her hair “didn’t have much of a warning, sweet pea. I promise I would have, but I was only told this morning”

“Mhm, sureee” is laughed out from the younger girl. She leaves her dad alone as the bar continues to get busier, interrupted from her efforts to clean the bar top she hears a voice

“Ellie?” Looking up, she finds her childhood friend and past lover

“Bradley… what, uh, what are you doing here?” She stutters out nervously. While things between them hadn’t ended badly at all, she still got a little nervous around him

“Got called back for a mission”

“Oh, well,” she looks down at her hands “can I get you anything?”

“Just the usual, princess” he coyly smiles and winks at her.

She looks down at her hands, unconsciously playing with her fingers “Bradley, please don’t start with this”

“Yes ma’am, your wish is my command” he takes his drink after she makes it and goes over to the pool table with his fellow pilots.

Ellie leans her elbows on the table and runs her hands over her face “you okay sweetie?” She feels a comforting hand rubbing up and down her back

“Yeah, momma, I’m fine” she smiles back at her mother and gets back to work, serving drinks. Not even ten minutes later, she hears the trill of the piano her mom insists on keeping in the bar. Groaning as she knows Bradley is about to sing the song he used to sing to her, Ellie let’s her mom know that she’s taking her break and going to the back. Penny gives her daughter a sympathetic smile as she walks away knowing what she was worked up about, but also knowing she didn’t want to talk about it. It’s not longs after Ellie goes to the back to calm her jitters that she hears the bell ring again and everyone start shouting “OVERBOARD, OVERBOARD” and she chuckles knowing her dad was getting thrown out.

15 minutes later, Ellie had collected herself and deemed her mind relaxed and ready to go back to work. Walking out from the back and working alongside her mom like a well oiled machine, time flew by and before they knew it. And just like that, her and her mom were cleaning the bar top, sweeping and mopping the floor, and anything else that needed to be done. Ellie walked outside and around the back to throw out the trash when all of the sudden, she hears a voice “god, it’s been so long” immediately, she knows it’s Bradley

“Yeah, yeah it has been”

“It’s been, what? Five years now? You’ve grown up”

“Uhm, yeah, I guess having the man you love leave you because he’s scared he’ll hurt you later down the line really shapes up a person”

“Ellie-”

“Bradley, it was nice seeing you, but I really have to help my mom clean up, we can talk about this some other time, okay?”

“Okay, it was- it was nice seeing you tonight” he gives a soft smile and walks back to his car. She walks back into the bar, looking a little exasperated.

“What took you so long out there honey?”

“I ran into Bradley actually” Ellie leans against the bar top with her hands over her face

“What did he say to you? Anything bad?”

“No, nothing bad, just that it’s been a while” she looks at her mom with semi sad eyes “god I miss him, mom”

“I know honey, but, I mean, you’ve both grown up, so maybe give it another try” Penny sympathizes with her daughter

“Isn’t that what you and dad tried? Several times?” Ellie laughs out

“Well, you know how your father is, he’s a man child” Penny says with a smirk. At this, Ellie doubles over in laughter.

The next day, Ellie was woken up by her mom so that they could get the bar ready for the evening. When she gets there, she finds a bouquet of her favorite flowers with a note attached to it.

“Ellie, I know you don’t want to talk, but I miss you, a lot. What time do you get off tonight? Text me. XOXO- B”

Somehow a smile found its way to her face. She didn’t even see her sister sitting at the bar doing her homework “who are those from?” She raises her eyebrows suggestively

“None of your business” Ellie replies smugly and with a smirk. “You need any help with that?” She moves across the floor to her sister when the door chimes. Ellie looks up from Amelia’s homework to see her dad walk in and pet their dog “hey dad, whatcha doing?”

He turns around quickly as if he didn’t know the two girls were there “like father, like daughter, always oblivious to your surroundings” Amelia laughs out to her sister.

“Haha, very funny. Bar opens at 5 dad”

“Oh no, I’m here to pay be debt from last night” he holds up a wad of cash

“MOM” Amelia quite literally screams in Ellie’s ear “MOM” then Penny walks in from the back “Mav says he owes you money” Ellie’s parents both strike up a conversation and the two sisters start plotting because it’s obvious they still care for each other.

“Finish up, we need to take the boat to the yard”

“Can’t, test tomorrow” Penny gives her youngest daughter a look “they only told us today” Penny then looks at her oldest daughter with her eyebrows raised

“Can’t mom, I’m helping Mill’s study” Penny sighs

“Well i can’t do it alone”

“I can help” Maverick cuts in, and like that, Ellie’s parents are off on a makeshift date. The two girls giggle a little. Amelia goes back to doing her homework, while Ellie pulls out her phone and brings up Bradley’s contact. Instead of texting, she decided to call him. After a little bit, he answers the phone

Ellie: hey

Bradley: hey pretty girl, you call to tell me what time you get off tonight?

Ellie: she laughed at his response I did indeed, I get off around 2 in the morning, but I’m sure I could sneak off earlier than that, my mom shouldn’t have a problem with it

Bradley: alright, that works perfect, princess, I’ll be at the bar tonight so we can sneak of together, just like old times

Ellie: oh my gosh Brad, we’re just gonna talk, you know that

Bradley: oh yeah, of course we are

She can hear the smugness in his voice and just knows in the back of her mind he’s giving his award winning smirk and she giggles over the phone.

Bradley: god I missed your laugh

Ellie: I missed yours too… anyways, I’ll see you tonight, yeah?

Bradley: of course, I’ll see you tonight, honey

After his confirmation, Ellie hangs up with a smile. After a few hours, her dad dropped her mom back off at the Hard Deck just before it opened. Working with her mom through the slow hours of the early evening, Ellie was very anxious for her talk with Bradley, which of course she told her mom all about. She had even managed to let her mom let her end her shift at 10!

At 7:30 a certain Bradley Bradshaw walked into the vivacious scene of the bar, his eyes searching for Ellie Mitchell. Once he caught her eye, a wide smile grew on his face. “Hey princess, miss me?”

A matching smile on her face “not too much” came a cheeky response to the man leaning on the bar top “mom decided to let me off at 10 so you won’t be waiting here all night” and with that she walks away from her former lover.

Soon enough, 10:00 rolls around and Ellie finds Bradley waiting patiently for her by the exit. With her bag and light cardigan over her arm, she makes her way towards him with a smile. “So uh, where do you want to go to talk?” Suddenly nervous, Bradley stuffs his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his feet.

“How about your place, I don’t want Amelia eavesdropping on our conversation”

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine.” Bradley leads her to his 71’ Ford Bronco and opens the passenger door for Ellie

“Why thank you kind sir”

Bradley let’s out a giggle at her response, finally letting himself relax. After a not very long drive to his apartment, both of the adults get out of the vehicle and go into Bradley’s cozy home. Being already acquainted with the space from years ago, Ellie finds herself getting comfortable on his couch. “So, what did you want to talk about?” Ellie asks her former flame

“Just, how you are, what you’ve been up to these last few years”

“B, are you trying to subtly ask my if I’m single or not” she smirks, using the nickname she gave him.

“Maybe” comes a sly remark with a smirk as he brings her a beer from the kitchen.

“Well, in that case, no. Im no. I guess, after you, no one came close to meeting my standards” she kind of awkwardly laughs out.

“I understand that” he looks down at the floor “I’m really sorry for the way things ended between us.”

“Don’t be, it was mostly mutual. You needed to focus on your career, and getting back on track, and you always being away was awful for my anxiety, so it’s really no one’s fault” Ellie gives a soft, sad smile with her response

It’s quiet for a moment until Bradley speaks up “I never stopped loving you, you know that right?”

“Bradley-”

He cuts her off “no, I need to get this off my chest. Please” he gives her a pleading look and she melts, she could never say no to him “i- the reason I got so wrapped up with the Navy and started distancing myself wasn’t so that I could get back on track. I know, that sounds so unbelievably awful, but I felt bad. I could tell that me being away so much hurt you so badly, and I couldn’t keep putting you through that. God, you deserve so much better than me, and it hurt so much to pull away from you, but I knew it was the only way that I could give you the life you deserved” Bradley rushed out his confession, with tears forming in his eyes.

Ellie wiped the tears from his eyes and moved her hands to cup his cheeks before pulling him in for a heartfelt kiss. Resting her forehead against his she replied with “God I love you too Bradley Bradshaw. I never stopped. You may think I don’t deserve you, but you’re the one I want. You’re the one I want to spend my nights with. You are my perfect Prince Charming.”

Bradley kisses her again and they both smile through the kiss, never wanting to leave each other again. He lifts her and carry’s her to his bedroom all the while begging her to spend the night.

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a/n: sorry it took so long 😭 I don’t know why but the motivation to write this was just not there! But here it is, hope y’all enjoyed, let me know what you want to see next!

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#rooster fanfic #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster x oc #top gun maverick #reconnect #confesses

[sydneejean]

Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

[sydneejean]

Do you think you could write a one shot (obviously when you have the time) of either rooster or hangman x reader where they have a special nickname for reader and they only use for her and they accidentally call someone else it and it’s just angst then a happy ending. ❤️

Totally love! Once I get out my most recent rooster fic, I’ll get right on that!! 💕

[sydneejean]

Amen babe, amen

i don’t get being scared or shy to reblog the fics you read. no one is judging you. no one thinks it’s embarrassing. and the creators don’t think you’re annoying for promoting or commenting on their work, we want that! i will read the nastiest, sluttiest, sloppiest smut and reblog that shit with me screaming in the tags about how my titties grew two sizes and my coochie did a backflip reading it and y’all are SCARED to reblog even the cute fluff you read? STAND UP.

#top gun maverick #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #rooster x reader

[sydneejean]

Story Sneak Peak?!

Here’s a little sneak peak of the new story I’m writing! Let me know if you want me to continue it and post it!

Just Like Old Times… Kinda

Bradley Bradshaw x OC! Mavericks daughter

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32 year old Ellie Mitchell moved to Fightertown, USA, also known as Miramar, also known as the place she was born and where she grew up. She left to go to college, but ended up coming back to her roots. 7 years ago she moved back in with her mother, Penny Benjamin, and half sister, Amelia. Everything was going great, she worked at The Hard Deck with her mother. She enjoyed watching the new hot-shot pilots trying to make their move with her every chance they got, but never succeeding. That was until one day, and everything changed.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x oc #rooster top gun #rooster fanfic #top gun maverick

[sydneejean]

Lost Track Of Time — 2

Summary: The morning after, Jake and Bradley comforting the reader and giving her the best day ever

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, POV switching, showering together (not sexual)

Pairing: hangman x fem!reader x rooster

Word Count: 1,340

Part 1

Y/N:

10:00

That was the time when I woke up. Still wrapped up with my two lovers in our shared bed. All one tangle where you couldn’t tell where one of us ended and the other started. I groaned at the sunlight streaming through the window, that’s probably what woke me up. I buried my face farther into Bradley’s chest as to get away from the the daylight.

All of the sudden, I feel Jake’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer, and his breathing deepen. I flip my body so I’m then facing him and plant small, loving kisses on his chest. “Good morning baby” I speak quietly so I don’t wake Bradley.

“Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?”

“Not long enough” I cheekily smile up at him as he breathes a deep laugh, pulls me closer, and presses a lingering kiss into my hair, inhaling my scent.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, baby girl, I really am,” he apologizes for the thousandth time.

I smile against his chest, nuzzle in closer than physically possible, and mumble “I know you are baby, but it’s okay, you made up for it, both of you did.” That makes him smile. We lay there for a little bit, letting Bradley sleep, Jake tracing small shapes into my hips, me playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Both of us perfectly content with our lives at the moment.

10:45

Jake and I are still holding each other when I hear Bradley’s breath hitch, and feel his arms tighten around the both of us. He groans and puts his face into the pillow underneath us. I giggle slightly and jake moves his hand up to run it through Bradley’s hair. “Good morning my loves” rumbles through his chest as he blissfully enjoys Jake and I’s presence.

“Good morning baby” we both say at the same time which makes all of us giggle.

“How long have you two been up?”

“Not long, 30 ish minutes maybe” I flip over once more and snuggle in closer to Brad’s chest as Jake whines and follows my retreating form, shuffling closer to both of us. I look up to find both of my boys locked in a loving kiss and can’t help but to smile at how happy they are.

“Okay boys, I have to take a shower before we do anything today” a collective groan was heard and then they both smothered me in between them. I laughed before attempting to wiggle out of their hold, eventually succeeding after a few minutes. I get out of bed only to watch my boys shuffle toward each other for warmth.

I make my way to our shared bathroom and start preparing to take my shower. I get in and bask under the warmth of the water closing my eyes as it relaxes my muscles, releasing the tension from last night. Too caught up in the warm water, I didn’t hear the bathroom door open or my boys giggling as they both got in the shower with me. Not noticing they were there until I feel two pairs of arms wrap around my waist and a head on each of my shoulders “what are you two doing?” I giggle at their antics and run my hands through their hair.

Jake:

I let out a content sigh feeling y/n running her fingers through my now wet hair, just standing there holding her. “We just wanted to hold you some more baby.” I answered her with a cheeky smile on my lips. I kiss her cheek closest to me and continue to pepper her face with my kisses, her giggling as I do so. I join y/n in running my hand through Bradley’s hair and he gives us a contented groan. Letting go of her, I grab her shampoo and start lathering it in my hands so that I can wash her hair properly while she does the same for Bradley

“Baby, don’t fall asleep on me” comes a joking scold from y/n to Bradley

“But you’re so comfy and soft, sunshine” is mumbled back, which makes me chuckle

I give her a “Sweetheart, he’s right you know” which makes her shake her head at our antics. Once i finish washing her hair I pull her back under the spray of the water to gently rinse it out, which in turn means she gets the soap out of Brad’s hair. I take a moment to engrave this morning into my brain, promising myself to never forget it. Wondering to myself how in the world I got not just one, but two amazing partners for life. I know for a fact I’m never leaving these two.

I’m broken out of my thoughts by a “whatcha thinkin’ bout baby?” coming from Bradley

“The two most important people in my life, and how I got so incredibly lucky that they both love me as much as I love them”

“Awe” is all I get as y/n turns in our arms, wraps her arms around my neck and buries her head into the crook of my neck. I smile at her and give her a kiss on the head. Then I turn to look at Bradley who is staring at me with such an intense gaze that I can’t help but to kiss him. After our kiss I lean my forehead against his, eyes closed, basking in the love we all have for each other. “We should do something today” I faintly hear from below me

“Yeah? Like what sunshine?” I reply

“Beach day?” Comes from Bradley

“Ohh that sounds fun” y/n counters as she picks her head up from my chest and her eyes light up. I can never say no to those eyes

“Alright, beach day it is my loves, let go get ready” we finish up our shower and go to start getting ready for the beach. I give y/n a weird look when she starts to blow dry her hair

“What? Why are you looking at me like that” she giggles out

“Honey… why are you blow drying your hair if we’re about to go to the beach… and get our hair wet?” I shoot back with a smile

“Becauseeeee, it’s weird to show up to the beach with wet hair!”

“Alright then, I’m gonna go make us some sandwiches”

Y/N:

11:15

I finish up blow drying my hair and put my bikini on. Walking out to the kitchen, I see my boys standing at the island holding each other with three sandwiches in baggie on the counter. “Cuddling without me boys?”

“Yeah, well, you were busy blow drying your hair to go to the beach” Jake teased. I let out a laugh and got the cooler ready filled with water, a couple snacks, and our sandwiches. Bradley grabs towels from the linen closet while Jake grabs chairs and like that, we’re off in Bradley’s bronco to the beach. Sitting between them in the three seater front seat, leaning my back against Jake.

11:30

After a not too long car ride, we get to the beach and the boys set up the canopy. I set up my chair and sit in it with my book in hand and start reading. A few moments later I’m being hefted out of my chair into my Bradley’s arms

“Oh I don’t think so princess, we didn’t come to the beach so you could read silly” and with that he started running towards the water with the biggest smile of his face and me shrieking knowing what’s about to come.

Once we’re chest deep in the water, Bradley holds me against his chest and Jake comes from behind to hold us as well. “How could this day get any better” my thoughts accidentally coming to life

“Any day with you and Jake in my arms is the perfect day in my eyes sweetheart” Bradley grins brightly at me, leaving me to think ‘I’m the luckiest girl in the world’ as I lay my head down on his shoulder. Not caring about wasting the day or loosing track of time. As long as I’m with my boys, it’s all worth it.

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A/N: here’s part two my loves! :)

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[sydneejean]

Lost Track of Time

Summary: Bradley and Jake got caught up at work and missed the night in that y/n had planned for them, so they make it up to her in the sweetest way possible

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, probably bad writing, POV switching

Pairing: hangman x Fem!reader x rooster

Word Count: 1,429

a/n: this is my first time actually writing a fan fiction, so, if you feel i need to change something, let me know!

Part 2

Y/N:

8:30

The boys were supposed to be home at 5. Our night in was supposed to start after dinner at 6. But did that happen? No. They still aren’t home and I’m starting worry. No text, no call, from either of them. That’s not normal for my boys.

So now, I’m sat on our shared couch, in our shared home, shaking with what is either worry, or anger. The nice dinner I made cold on the dining room table, snacks left forgotten in the kitchen, and drinks no longer cold out on the counter. I’m getting more and more scared as the time passes with no texts or calls, not even from the rest of the squadron.

Y/N:

Hey, are the boys alright? They were supposed to be home at 5 but still aren’t here

My text to phoenix eases my mind a little bit because she usually always answers my texts.

10:00

An hour and half later, still no word from Bradley or Jake, and Phoenix never texted me back. At this point I’m as angry as ever. I was so excited for our plans tonight, and I thought they were too, but by the looks of it, they weren’t. I get up off the couch, deciding that I need to clean up the kitchen. The movie Enchanted plays quietly in the background as I put away all the drinks and snacks I pulled out for the night. Not even hungry anymore, I threw out the plated dinner I had made hours earlier and washed all the dishes. Half an hour later, everything is picked up, washed, and cleaned. The kitchen is spotless, it looks better than when we all moved in together. I sit back down on the couch and attempt to calm myself down and at some point, I end up falling asleep.

Bradley:

After a days work of rigorous training and grueling paperwork, I finally catch a break. Walking into the rec room, I collapse on the couch wanting nothing more than to have y/n and Jake in my arms. Who knew being a Top Gun instructor could be so difficult? I open my eyes as Phoenix walks through the door.

“Hey” I greet her

“Hey, can you believe Cyclone had us running practice drills that late? Why are you still here, I thought you and Hangman had plans with y/n,” She counters

I panic and look at the time on my phone. In big white numbers it says 11:30. “Shit!” I scramble up off the couch in a rush to grab all of my things. “Do you know where Jake is?”

“Uh, no, but he’s probably either in his office or the mess hall.”

“Thanks Phoenix!” I call while Running out the door I sprint to James office, but before I can get there I run straight into Maverick. “Shit Mav! I’m so sorry” I help him up off the floor before I’m off again down the hall

“You okay Bradley?!” He calls after my retreating form

“Fine! Just had plans I’m VERY late for!” And like that I burst through Jake’s office door, waking him up in the process “JAKE! Get up baby, we’re late! VERY late!”

“What? Huh?” He mumbles back, highly confused as to what’s going on “late for what?” He continues groggily

“Our night in with Y/n, it’s 11:30.” I slow down and run my hand in circles over his back to wake him up more “we have to go home, love, y/n’s probably very mad at us”

“SHIT 11:30?! FUCK” and like that, he’s up and at em’ also rushing to get his things. A few moments later, we’re running like hell to get to my Bronco to head home to our probably very angry girlfriend.

20 minutes later, it’s officially 11:50, we get home. I look to the passenger seat to Jake and he looks absolutely terrified of what’s to come. “Well… I wish you luck” I say to him

“Yeah, you too honey” is his reply. We get out of the car and go into the house through the garage.

“Baby?” Jake calls out once we get inside “sweetheart? Are you up?” We quietly walk into the living room to find y/n asleep on the couch with tear stains on her cheeks.

“Oh god, what did we do, she was probably worried sick about us,” I whisper and rest my head on his shoulder.

Y/N:

I woke from my sleep as soon as I heard the garage door open. The boys were home. At first, I’m relieved, but then I’m angry. I know they didn’t mean to miss our plans tonight, but I can’t help it. Especially after I waited for HOURS for them to come home, and they didn’t. I hear Jake call out for me and in that moment, I almost forget my anger, almost.

“Oh gosh, what did we do, she was probably worried sick about us,”. Bradley. I choose that moment to open my eyes, and while I’m still a bit groggy from sleeping, the anger in my eyes is evident.

“Your damn right I was.” I stand up “where the hell have you two been? It’s been hours with no text, no call. I didn’t know if something had happened to you two or what because nobody thought to tell me anything.” I was scarily calm and I think that frightened the boys more

“Baby we-”

“No. Let me talk, and then when I’m done I’ll listen to y’all’s excuses” my southern drawl coming out. “You two know we had plans tonight right? Tonight, not tomorrow, not yesterday, not in a week, tonight. And you know what? I thought you two were excited. I made dinner, which went to waste because you two didn’t bother to show up. I even made your favorite, but y’all don’t care, do you? You don’t care that I worked my ass off in the kitchen for an hour. You don’t care that I spent $50 getting our favorite snacks and drinks, you don’t care! Because if you did care, you would’ve shown up at 5. When you told me you would be home.” And with that, I sat back down on the couch, my head in my hands as I let my tears flow freely.

“Baby” I feel Jake sit next to me and pull me into his arms, and I let him, exhausted from my anger. “Honey we are so sorry”.

I feel Bradley sit on the floor at my feet, his large hands pulling my own away from my face. “Look, sunshine, there is no excuse for our lack of communication tonight. And I know this won’t do anything, but let me explain why we’re so late, okay?”.

I whimper out a small “okay”

“Cyclone has us working drills with the new class until it got dark, and by then we were both wore out but we had paperwork to do. We had lost track of time because we wanted to make sure we had tomorrow off, and I didn’t even realize how late it was until I got done and Phoenix said something to me. And you wanna know what I did?”.

“What?”

“I started running around like a mad man because I knew that you would be mad at us. I ran into Jake’s office and saw that he had fallen asleep at his desk” that made me smile slightly. “And in the process of that I knocked Mav to the ground, and then we got home as fast as we could. None of my explanation makes it okay that we missed date night, especially after how hard you worked to make it perfect for us”

My tears now flowing faster, I wiggle out of Jakes arms to lean down and kiss Bradley, giving Jake and identical one soon after. “I’m sorry I yelled” was whispered quietly to the two boys

“Honey, you have nothing to be sorry for, this was completely and entirely our faults, even more so because we didn’t text or call” Jake whispers back. Bradley picks me up off the couch with a kiss to the forehead.

I nuzzle into his chest and he tells Jake “get some snacks out from the pantry, we can still have movie night in our room” with a kiss, we leave Jake to the kitchen and go lay in bed. Bradley got me comfy in the bed and put on my favorite movie while Jake got back with some snacks and three drinks. The rest of the night was spent with the boys feeding me and each other, with endless cuddling. We ended up watching four more movies and went to sleep at around five in the morning, bodies entangled with one another.

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A/N: how was that? Let me know if you want a part two of the day after!

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