𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 (𝘉.𝘉)
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Summary: Y/N Mitchell lives near the base where his father, “Maverick” Mitchell, is training the squad. Unbeknownst to her, she stumbles upon a family’s old friend.
Pairing: “Rooster”!Bradshaw x Mitchell!femreader
Warnings: Age gap (Rooster is 32 and reader is 25. Yes, I changed his age because my boy is 38 and I love me some dilf but like- no), implications of sex. Lmk if I need to add one!
A/N: HERE YOU GO. THIS IS MY CONTRIBUTION FROM ME TO YOU (US) AS A SOCIETY. (I need some smut for hangman tho...)
The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the rock and roll music that dominates the atmosphere. The crowd is young, men and women from the top gun detachment's location, particularly. Dad winds his way through the warm bodies to order a drink, placing his phone on the bar. “Hey” I greet, smiling softly in realization, nodding his way “Hey sweetheart,” he answers, subtly scanning the room as I order him a beer. “She’s in the back. Shouldn’t be long until sh-”
“Pete?” there she was.
I had told Penny about his arrival as soon as he let me know, but this was the first time they were meeting. I didn’t feel like interrupting, so I winked in my dad’s way and got up, walking to the back of the bar to the storage section to take one of those fancy beers Penny had ordered but wasn’t serving yet. Those two, not realizing they are in love, is one of my favorite concepts; dad looks at her and his eyes sparkle, so does hers. It’s just a matter of time. Both me and Amelia knew perfectly and had loads of fun betting on what their next move was going to be.
She was a great person who had helped his daughter when she arrived in town a month ago, helping her get familiarized with the people, being someone to talk to in case she felt lonely and having her over for dinner every night; dad had no reasons to reject her.
Suddenly, hard, harmonic steps could be heard approaching and most people on the bar turned their heads to the noise. I could see five men and one woman dressed in uniforms of the United States Navy stepping inside when I peeked my head from the storage door, joking around with each other as they neared the pool table next to the back door of the building. I walked out of the storage room directing myself back to the bar stools, beer opened in hand. Then I heard the bell ringing.
The crowd cheered and thanked my father as if he had just performed some kind of magic trick. The look of confusion on his face was priceless, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I sat beside him once again. “Forgot to tell me there are rules,” he said, sounding somewhat offended but still smiling as he took a sip of his drink. “There’s a sign right there!” I responded, motioning with my hand opened to the small beige square placed in front of us, making him giggle.
We spent minutes chatting, enjoying each other's company and giggling at some drunks’ stupidity. Spending time with dad had seemed like something I hadn’t done in a long time, even though we hung out at home weeks before. We had a great relationship, but I needed independence at some point and moved here. Then he got assigned to teach the team. I teased him non-stop for days, telling him he just couldn’t stay away from his little girl. He knew part of me was right and never did he deny the allegations.
“Give us another round, please,” one pilot said. He had brown, short hair and the most charming smile I had ever seen. His eyes trailed up and down my body, winked once, and told Penny to give me another beer. “Put it all on grandpa’s tap, including what that doll over there orders”. I wasn’t sure if I felt flattered by the compliments or annoyed by that cocky bastard calling dad “grandpa”. I just laughed it off and smiled politely as he turned back to his friends.
“I better get going before this place packs up,” dad sighed, turning up to me. “You coming?” “Nah, I’ll stay here. Wanna take breakfast tomorrow?” “Sure, I’ll pick you up at your place at 7″ He grabbed his jacket and started walking towards the exit. “You’re insane!” I groaned, dropping my face and arms to the wood below them. “My teacher's duty starts tomorrow at 9. I can’t be late, sweetie. Love you,” he said before going. “Love you!” I called out, hoping he’d listen.
“Breakfast at 7 with your old man? You must really love him,” Penny giggled. “Wouldn’t you know?” I smiled, lightly rolling my eyes. “Need help?” “Yeah, actually. Could you bring the Anspach & Hobday boxes from the back? Let me know if they’re too heavy and I’ll ask one of the boys” “Sure” I smiled, tapping my fingers on the surface before standing up.
Making my way into the mass whispering little “excuse me”s and “coming through”s, I opened the door and looked through the labels of the packages. There were two boxes of what Penny asked for laying on the floor, and as I tried to pick them up, I could only move them a few inches without even picking them up; I’d say I dragged them more than anything. I looked around the room for a small loading car, inside cabinets and closets, but found nothing.
I tried once again.
I failed.
As I was about to give up and walk away, the gate to the storage was opened and a tall, blonde stranger stood leaning in the door frame. “Need help?” god, was he hot. His voice sounded a bit grayer than what he appeared to be, green eyes staring at the back of my torso. His body was very well worked and was wearing a Hawaiian red shirt with leaves all over it, biceps framed by the fresh fabric over them. He certainly could carry the packets over to Penny. “Ahh... y-yes, please” He smiled, simply walked over to the cartons and carried them like it was nothing..
It even made me wonder if I was made of some other fragile material that didn’t allow me to carry heavy items around. I walked behind him, seeing how the muscles on his back flexed at the effort he was putting them through. I opened the small door that led to behind the bar for him and waited until he placed them on the floor.
“Thank you...” I extended, trying to get his name “Bradley, or Rooster. You can call me anything you want, sweetness,” he smirked, hands on his hips after we walked back to the big part of the bar. "Thank you Rooster. I-I’m Y/N, by the way,” I said, extending my palm for a handshake. His grip was quite impressive, and we took a bit longer to pull away. “Pretty name like yourself” he winked, and at that point I couldn't've cared less if it was the so called ‘navy charm’ or actual chemistry I could sense between us.
“Can I buy you a drink, Y/N?”
How could you say no to that strikingly gorgeous face? A handsome man's beauty starts from his hearty loving soul and radiates from there to create his final form. There he was. “I’ll take a scotch, Rooster” I smirked, finishing up my beer and leaving it on the counter to follow him to a nearby table for two.
His confidence is an aphrodisiac for sure, for with his eyes and voice, he is in command of himself. Yet it is what he’d do with that strength that could draw me in. It is that there is chivalry in him, that a desire to champion those who need raising up is within you. That's all him.
And so it started.
We talked and talked for hours until the bar closed. He told me between jokes and little flirty approaches, all about how he got his nickname, his career, about how he almost got in a fight before coming to my rescue on the storage with some ass called “Hangman” and a story of when some prick delayed his paper’s entry.
And I told him all about my story too, my relationship with dad, about my job and when I mentioned that I had just moved into town, he offered to take me on a tour of the small things he knew so far. Time seemed to fly and before we knew it, Penny was asking us both to leave, since it was closing time.
“Shit, it’s so late” I laughed quietly, taking a glance at my phone as we both stood outside the bar, dim lights of the street letting us see the dark pebbled road in front of us “I know... but night’s still young, right?” he smiled at me looking stupidly hopeful. I had my experience and if that wasn’t the face of a man who was looking for a hookup with a pretty girl (as myself, of course) I didn’t know shit then.
“And by that, you mean your place or my place?” I giggled, seeing his confident demeanor falter for a second with the faint blush adorning his cheeks that he then covered with a small smirk. “Well... yeah,” he admitted, scratching his nape. “My place. Do you know how to drive?” I finally said, tossing him the keys to my motorcycle and walking towards it “Yeah, let’s go” he laughed contently, following right after me.
The moment he set foot in my apartment, he left no time between closing the door and starting making out with me. His hands were on fire and he proved once more he was indeed very strong when he carried me up to my bedroom. He was rough, fast enough, too. His sex drive, under that American hotrod hood, has the kind of power that roars with the lightest of touch. Yet his ability to stop on a dime is without rival. Power and control with a touch of silk. Whatever is a woman to do about that?
The whole time was filled with smiling and giggling, but growled in my ear seconds after. I couldn’t believe he was the same dork making me beam like crazy at the bar with his dumb puns. Everything was perfect. Especially when he asked if he could spend the night since it was very late and had to wake up early.
And I let him.
Throughout the night, I could feel his arms wrapped around my waist, his soft scent feeling my nostrils when I subconsciously snuggled closer to his naked chest. I swore I could stay there forever, just for the comfort of it. I was used to one-night stands, and this had all the checkpoints of being one, because not one person has had sex on their first meetup/date other than it being a one-night stand.
But I was comfortable. And selfishly, I hoped he woke up late, and we had no other remedy but to cook breakfast together and talk a bit more. Because, and that might’ve been the alcohol talking, I really liked to listen to him. There was a spark between us from the first moment. We connected. And it felt nice. Really nice.
We were woken up by a loud car horn.
Dad.
“Holy fuck” I said, opening my eyes in a heartbeat and sneaking out of Rooster’s grip even faster, startling the living shit out of him in the process. How could I be so stupid? I forgot the breakfast I had arranged with my dad. “What?” he groaned, burying his face deeper in the pillows. “I forgot my dad was coming to pick me up. We’re going to eat breakfast together,” I said, throwing a shirt on. Now his eyes were completely wide open.
“Oh, shit” he mumbled first as if the realization of the situation we were in was taking a little to hit him as he looked for his pants around the room. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, panicking completely at last. “Y/N!? Sweetheart, are you there!?” a voice was heard from outside. I opened the window and peaked my head outside. “Coming!” I smiled and waved and I wondered how a man could look that pulled together at seven a.m in the morning. Only Maverick could.
“Back door. Now” I ordered, and he nodded, grabbing a few things he had discarded the night before on the way to the door. I directed him swiftly, heart thumping as if I wasn’t a completely functional adult. “L-listen Y/N I-I really don’t want to end things here. I feel like we kind of clicked, and I’d really really want to take you on a formal date if you’d be okay with it, of course, and if you don’t then it’s okay, you know? I’d get it, you’re a very bus-” he ranted on our way to the exit and a bit after he was practically outside already.
“I’d love to, Bradley” I smiled, looking into his eyes and feeling relaxed he felt the same way about our little connection “But I really need you to get the fuck out like, right now” I giggled, he smiled back and delivered a sweet kiss to my cheek “I’ll ask Penny for your number. And I’ll wait until you and your old man are off to make my scape. See you soon, gorgeous.” he winked, closing the door for me.
I sighed like a teenager and hurried outside to meet dad. God knows I fell for Bradley Bradshaw that day.
What Y/N didn’t know, though, was that Rooster was a curious one by nature, and couldn’t help but peek to see how the father of what he thought was the girl of his dreams looked like. He found none other but Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.
And boy did that change shit up.
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I love you all so much, thank your for the enthusiasm on this one. I hope I did it justice!!!<3 Hangman one coming soon.
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