#bradley bradhsaw

[bussyslayer333]

Looking for somebody (to love)

summary: a flurry of bad dates leads bradley bradshaw to you.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader

word count: 5k+

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smut, big dick bradley 🙏 MDNI 18+

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Phoenix had pushed him into this, dating wasn’t really Bradley’s scene. As much as he rebuked Jake’s love ‘em and leave ‘em mentality Bradley wasn’t much better. It was easier that way, no strings and no one left pining when he inevitably was sent on deployment.

He’d been on three dates in total so far this month, each one worse than the last.

The first wasn’t so bad in comparison to the rest. Her name began with an L, Bradley couldn’t quite remember whether it was Lana or Lara, either way Jake had set them up which should have been the first red flag.

She was pretty and blonde, definitely Jake’s type. In fact, Bradley was pretty sure he’d been on a date with the female version of Jake Seresin. The whole date she had talked about herself, and not in the cute, rambley sort of way that Bradley could get behind. But in the braggy, daddy’s money kind of way.

“Yeah and that’s the story of how that bitch of a barista burned my tongue off.” Lan/ra snarled, picking her fork at her salad.

“Oh, yeah, that sounds horrible.” Bradley tried to sound sincere.

“And I didn’t even tell you about the time a waitress scuffed my vintage Dior bag-” She interrupts herself, “fuck is that a tomato?”

Bradley looked up from where he had been cutting at his steak (that she had turned her nose up at) and winced, recalling how she had made a large scene out of not having tomatoes in her salad.

Unfortunately, one of the younger waiters at the restaurant managed to walk past their table as said revelation took place. Bradley’s date snapped her fingers in the poor waiters face, stilling him and looking down at her in fear.

“Hi miss, how can I help?” The waiter, who couldn’t be more than 17, stuttered out.

“Help?!” She looked to Bradley as if to encourage him to join her in complaining.

Bradley looked at the waiter apologetically, hoping for this to pan out calmly. Much like everything else that happened in Bradley’s life, it did not go the way he wanted it to.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Lan(r)a snapped, staring angrily up at the boy.

She stared at him expectantly, clearly waiting for a reply. Bradley wondered if it was worth slamming a few bills on the table and making his way out now.

“Uhm..” The waiter is looking around now, making pleading eye contact with who must be his manager.

Bradley finally tries to speak up, maybe diffuse the situation, “It’s okay, look I’ll just pay and we can get out of here.”

Lan(r)a objected once again, “We won’t be paying for anything! I want this meal free of charge!”

Bradley held in a laugh at her use of “we”, she had made it very clear at the start of the date that he would be paying. He was going to anyway, but her insistence made Bradley’s eyebrows furrow. Before her grating voice could start again, Bradley looked to the waiter.

“If you could just get us the bill, please?” He tried his best to communicate how apologetic he felt through his eyes and hoped that the waiter understood.

The waiter scurried off, fearing for another berating and in lieu of finding the bill.

“Why did you do that?” Bradley’s date seethed.

“I didn’t want to cause a scene,” Bradley didn’t really know why he was explaining himself to this girl.

“Whatever, Jake told me you were a dick anyway.”

Bradley laughed, loud. This girl could not be serious. He stood up and did what he should have done after the first ten minutes of being here. Slapped a hundred on the table and walked out.

In his car, Bradley considered his options. He could go home drink a few beers, maybe wallow about that pitiful date and pass out. Or, he could drive to the Hard Deck where he knew all his friends would be and chew Jake out.

He chose the latter.

“Bagman, what the fuck?”

Jake span around from where he was bent over the pool table, a smile plastered on his face.

“Not with Lana?” Jake chuckled, winding his neck around slightly trying to see if she was in tow.

“Fuck no! Why did you send her on a date with me?” Bradley all but whined to Jake.

By now Phoenix had made her way back from the bar top and was interested in what had seemingly got Bradley’s panties in a twist.

“She’s a friend, I thought you guys would have a lot in common.” Jake’s smile still scheming.

Bradley scoffs, “Like what?”

“You’re both bitches.” Jake cackles, picking his beer out of Phoenix’s hand.

Bradley’s pissed. He all but snatches the beer from Jake’s hands and takes a long swig.

“I’m never going on a date ever again.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Bradley’s vow of no dates didn’t last long. Phoenix had tricked him into another date, this time with someone of Coyote’s choosing. She was one of Javy’s sister’s friends and around the same age as Bradley and she was a total knockout.

When Javy had shown Bradley a picture he thought he was getting pranked. Seeing her in real life was even more insane. He’d decided this time on a more casual date, drinks at a bar in downtown San Diego. Although he was regretting his casual attire now. He definitely should have worn the black button up, Bob said it made his arms pop or whatever.

“Hi, I’m Bradley. Javy’s friend, you must be Maria?”

“Hey.”

Bradley’s eyebrows quirked slightly, maybe she was just nervous?

“Do you want to go in and get some drinks?”

“Sure.”

Okay maybe she’s just a woman of a few words, Bradley liked that. She’s mysterious, and hot. He’s sure he can crack her, maybe a few longing glances with his puppy dog eyes and she’d be done for.

Or at least that’s what he thought.

“So, what do you do for a living?”

This was one of Bradley’s many ice breakers he had tried, and he still couldn’t figure out for the life of him whether this girl was that uninterested in him or if she was actually just this goddamn boring.

“I model.”

“Oh cool, I mean I’m not surprised you’re totally beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Even the bartender was looking somewhat sympathetically at Bradley’s poor attempt at saving this date. They sat in another few seconds of silence as Bradley wondered whether she was going to ask him a question. She did not.

“…yeah I’m a fighter pilot, like Javy?”

“Cool.”

Bradley was about to gouge his eyes out with the trendy metal straws sat in a ceramic pot on the bar top next to him. He mulled over whether he should bite the bullet and ask if she really even wanted to be here. He decided on a more polite version of that.

“So.. what made you decide to come on this date?”

Maria sits quietly for a moment, sips at the straw of her daiquiri and hums.

“I’m not sure.”

Bradley was going to bang his head on the table.

“Yeah I don’t know, I’m not really into guys with facial hair.”

Bradley snorts as he takes a sip of his beer, and Maria pulls back slightly disgusted. He taps a finger against his moustache in consideration. Was she hot enough for him to get rid of the stache?

No.

“Okay, cool. I’m not sure this is gonna work out.”

“Yeah.” Maria shrugs.

Bradley nods curtly, and pays off his tab. As he’s walking out he notices a guy approaching Maria, clean shaven. Bradley sees for the first time tonight a smile grace her face and rolls his eyes.

He’s on the phone to Phoenix as he enters his apartment, “Seriously Phe she was the most boring girl I’ve ever met.”

“What, because she didn’t like your moustache?”

“Shut up, you know that’s not why.”

Phoenix can hear Bradley pacing around his apartment and the opening of the fridge, she hears the clink of a beer opening and decides to bite the bullet.

“Look, I know these past two dates haven’t been great but I have one more for you-”

“Absolutely not.”

Phoenix huffs.“Hear me out. pleeeeeeeeeea-”

Bradley cannot believe he’s on the phone with a thirty year old woman, “Oh my god, fine.”

“She’s an old school friend, recently broken up with her boyfriend so she’s not looking for anything super serious and she’s your type to a T.”

Phoenix can hear Bradley tapping his foot on the wooden floor of his apartment, a sign he’s clearly thinking about her offer. He hums,

“Nothing serious?”

“Not at all.”

Phoenix holds her breath.

“Ugh, fine.”

Bradley hopes he doesn’t regret this.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Clare is exactly what Bradley was looking for, as much as he hated to admit it; Phoenix was right. Clare was just what she promised to be, funny, not looking for anything serious and exactly Bradley’s type. Honestly the date was going pretty good considering the horror show that the last two were.

“Nat never told me her pilot friends were so handsome.” She flirted.

Bradley chuckles into his wine glass, “I think Nat would probably throw up if she called me handsome.”

“She’s still that stubborn?” Clare giggles.

“As ever.”

There’s a lull in conversation as flirtatious looks are exchanged whilst they both sip at their wine. It gives Bradley a chance to remind himself to text Phoenix a thank you message.

Clare breaks the silence, “How come you’re single? I feel like you’re too good to be true.”

Bradley stews, wondering if he’s going to reveal himself so early on in the date,

“Well, if I’m being completely transparent I’m usually more of a one night stand kind of guy.”

Clare smirks, “What if I told you that was exactly what I was looking for?”

Bradley’s eyebrows quirk in intrigue, “Oh?”

“I just got out of a long term relationship so I don’t want to jump into something immediately, buuuut I like you Bradley. You’re cute.”

Bradley laughs, “Cute?”

Clare rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Bradley feels the tip of her heel begin to trace its way up his calf, stroking up and down lightly. She looks up at him smiling and he widens his legs, a suggestion for her to continue on her ministrations. It’s a nice kind of teasing, that promises a fun night ahead for Bradley. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. However, Clare suddenly removes her foot from his calf and sits up straight, Bradley’s about to whine when a deep voice from behind him speaks,

“Shit, Clare?”

Bradley turns to see who Clare’s eyes are locked on. There’s a tall man stood behind him and a pretty woman slightly to the side, her dress short and red.

“Fuck, Daniel what are you doing here?”

“I’m with my date,” Daniel gestures to you.

You frown as the woman you now know as Clare glares at you.

“Yeah well I am too.” Clare folds her arms and gestures to Bradley.

You let your eyes wander to the man sat opposite her. He’s attractive, wavy brown hair, tan skin and muscular. He’s somehow even pulling off his porn stache. You finally pull your eyes away from your date’s ex girlfriend’s date and back to whatever was unfolding in front of you.

Daniel scoffs and gestures to Bradley, “This guy?”

Bradley isn’t sure whether he should be offended or not. As he sizes Daniel up he catches your eye, you’re even prettier on second look. You make a look at him as if to say “is this really happening right now?” and in that moment he decides he likes you infinitely more than Clare.

Clare rolls her eyes at Daniel, “Yeah, and what new skank have you got with you?”

Your eyes widen. This girl cannot be serious. Daniel had told you he’d recently gotten out of a long term relationship but he failed to mention it was clearly with someone who was still hung up on him, and probably vice versa. Your eyes wander back down to Clare’s date who has a disgusted look on his face, clearly equally surprised and annoyed by her words.

He speaks up for you before Daniel does, “That was uncalled for.”

“Bradley you don’t know what Daniel or the girls he used to cheat on me with are like.”

Repulsed by the newfound revelation about your date and tired of being slandered by a girl you’ve never met, you storm out of the restaurant. Early winter air in San Diego is chilly, especially at night when you’re wearing a skimpy slip dress. Your heels clack along the concrete loud enough that you don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you. A hand grasps lightly at your shoulder and your shake it off in anger,

“Fuck off Daniel, this isn’t going to work.”

You spin on your heel, ready to berate him further when you realise it’s not Daniel at all.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped out on you. My name’s Bradley.”

Bradley. Clare’s date. He’s gorgeous, big brown eyes lit up by the moon. He’s looking at you with so much concern you don’t even realise that you’ve started crying until he raises a hand to wipe a tear off of your cheek. You blink quickly, willing the tears away and chuckle wetly,

“Sorry, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Please don’t be.” Bradley’s thumb swiped across your cheek in a comforting gesture.

“Hey, do you want to go on a walk?” He suggests, offering his arm to you.

You let out a shaky breath, “Yeah, okay.”

You walk slowly along the sidewalk, arm in arm with Bradley as he tells you about himself and asks about you. You learn that he’s 35 and a fighter pilot for the navy and probably the most charming man you’ve ever met.

He looks at you hesitantly, “Can I ask you something?”

You smile at him reassuringly, “Of course.”

“Why were you on a date with that douche bag? You’re way out of his league.”

You giggle at his suggestion and stare at him as you continue to walk, trusting him to guide you.

“My friends thought I needed to get out more, but every date I’ve been on this past month has been horrific.”

Bradley cackles, “No fucking way!”

You frown at him slightly, not enjoying the feeling of being laughed at. He quickly picks up on your expression and rectifies what he said.

“Sorry, shit, it’s just that’s exactly what happened to me.”

You cock your head to the side and let a small grin onto your face, “Really?”

Bradley smiles, “Totally.” He carries on, “The first girl was insufferable, I’m pretty sure my friend only picked her to annoy me.”

You chuckle, “Damn, why was she so annoying?”

“All she did was talk about herself and her money, and then flipped on the waiter when there was a tomato in her salad.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

You look up at him and giggle, somewhat uncontrollably. He joins in with you until your both leaning on each other for support. Once you’ve stopped laughing and alarming the other people in the street, you realise you’ve come full circle in your walk and back to the front of the restaurant you had left. You peer into the window and see Daniel sat where Bradley was previously, sticking his tongue down Clare’s throat. You hold down another bout of laughter as you look at Bradley’s shocked face.

“They fucking suck, don’t they?” He whispers into your ear.

You look back at him, “Oh 100%.”

You look into each others eyes for a moment, not really sure where to go from here. You hesitantly speak up,

“I should call an uber.”

Bradley frowns, “No way, I’ll drive you.”

You smile, teasing, “Haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger, Bradley?”

“I promise I’m not an axe murderer, sugar.”

You scoff in mock offence, “I’m talking about me.”

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll take my chances.”

Bradley’s bronco is clean, he has a pine scented air freshener dangling from the rear view mirror next to some mini fuzzy dice and he lets the radio hum 70s r&b hits whilst you direct him to your apartment.

When he comes to a slow in front of your apartment building you consider your options for a moment. Were you really about to let the first man who genuinely made you laugh for the first time in months slip out of your hands? Fuck no.

“Would you- Do you want to come up to my apartment with me?”

Bradley is so glad you have more initiative than him.

“Yeah, definitely.”

He steps out of the car and jogs round to help you out of your side. He’s holding your hand as you step down and once your feet are planted on the ground you look up at him and giggle,

“Definitely?” You tease, hand dragging up and down his chest.

He smirks at that and fires back, “I mean, I can just go?”

You roll your eyes and turn on your heel, taking his hand in yours and dragging him behind you, “Yeah sure.”

In your apartment, you make quick work of kicking your heels off. You make your way into the kitchen and return with two beers. Bradley’s sat on your couch, legs spread invitingly wide. You hand a beer to him and he smiles,

“Thanks, gorgeous.”

It’s impossible to ignore the way he makes your stomach flutter with want. Once you’re planted on the couch next to him he pulls your legs onto his lap and strokes a hand up and down your calf.

“So, tell me about your tragic dates.” He speaks, startling you out of your daze.

You take a sip of your beer and lean back, dragging your eyes across his face. He looks genuinely interested so you decide to indulge him.

“The second one was definitely the worst.” You chuckle in memory.

“Colour me intrigued, gorgeous.”

You rolls your eyes at the pet name but continue, “This guy took me to dinner and made eye contact with my boobs the whole time, and when I say the whole time I mean like I couldn’t even tell you what colour his eyes are because we never made actual eye contact for long enough.”

Bradley laughs at your explanation and can’t help himself but glance down at your exposed cleavage, he shrugs appreciatively, making a little “ow!” sound when you smack his shoulder lightly.

“Anyways, he kept insinuating that I was going to sleep with him and when I told him I wasn’t interested he immediately asked for the waitresses number.”

Bradley splutters into his beer and mumbles something about your date “fumbling the bag.”

“I’ve gotta see a picture of this guy,” Bradley laughs, curious as to what type of man could have such audacity.

You smirk and reach for your phone on the coffee table and quickly swipe open instagram, clicking on his profile in your recently searched. You hand your phone over to Bradley and he places his beer down before swiping through the pictures. He outright cackles,

“This fuckin’ guy? He’s literally the size of one of my thighs.”

You look down at his muscular thighs where your legs are resting and suck in a deep breath. When you look back up Bradley’s showing you a post on his instagram where he’s awkwardly stood next to two beautiful girls clearly dressed in some type of festival outfits and clearly not friends with him. Bradley’s laughing so loudly you consider your neighbours complaining.

You pout at him, holding in your own laugh, “Don’t be mean! He’s kind of cute in his own right?”

“Sugar, how do you expect me to believe that when you don’t even believe it yourself?”

You hum at his explanation.

“Besides, I think I have a good grasp on what your type is.”

You raise you eyebrows at his statement, “Really? Enlighten me.”

Bradley quirks his upper lip, “Well first off you like big tall guys, maybe some would even describe them as hunky.”

You giggle as he continues.

“Brown hair, brown eyes, huge dick, killer moustache and absolutely hilarious. Am I missing anything?” He peers down at you, teasing smile on his face.

“What was that middle one again?” You cock your head to the side in faux innocence.

“Killer moustache?”

“Nope.”

“Brown eyes?”

“Not quite.”

“Ohhhh, huge dick?”

You giggle, “Yeah that was the one, I was wondering why you think that’s part of my specific type?”

Bradley grins, “Well, you seem to like every thing else about me.”

Your stomach burns with desire at his confidence and you have to quickly compose yourself to answer.

“Well since we don’t have any proof, I’m not sure I can hold you to that, handsome.”

You move your legs from his lap and tuck them under yourself, moving your front towards him until your breasts are pressed up against his bicep, lips hovering over his ear.

“Unless you’re willing to provide some?”

You meet Bradley’s lust filled gaze and he groans,

“Fuck.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, his strong hands threading through the hair at the back of your head. Bradley revels in the feeling of your soft lips against his, the taste of alcohol mixing between your mouths. You’re moaning into his mouth as his tongue licks into yours. His hand leaves the back of your head in favour of gripping at your waist and pulling you over onto his lap. Bradley’s thighs are firm beneath you, as you roll your crotch down into his you get evidence of his claim and whimper into his kiss. He pulls back to smile smugly at you,

“You okay there, gorgeous?”

His cocky tone only proves as fuel for the slick accumulating between your thighs and you whine as you grind down onto his hard cock, straining against his dark jeans.

“I’d be better if you fucked me.” You whimper out.

Bradley chuckles, playing with the hem of your dress,

“Is that what you want, sugar?”

You aid him in pulling of your dress, once it’s flung on the floor you speak up,

“Right now? More than anything.”

Bradley is biting his lip, eyes trained on your breasts as he reaches out to grab at them.

“Shit I can’t blame that guy, you’ve got great tits.”

Your roll your eyes at him and prepare a quip, but all thought are wiped from your mind as he reaches down and swipes his tongue across your pebbled nipple. Instead, you moan out his name breathily with another roll of your hips.

“Bradley, please.”

He pulls back and looks up at you, “What do you need, sugar?”

“You, Bradley.” You whine, nimble fingers already unbuttoning his shirt.

Once you’ve finished with his shirt, you help him slide it from his shoulders and where it sits tight around his biceps. As you suspected, he’s just as muscular under his shirt. You reach down to suck at the skin of his chest, marking his pecs.

“You’ve got great tits too, Brad.”

He grants you with a laugh which turns into a moan as your small hands begin to palm at his cock. Your touch is momentarily stopped as you help him remove his jeans and boxers. You’re sat before him staring with your mouth slightly agape at his sheer size.

“Jesus,” You murmur, hand reaching out to stroke him slowly.

Bradley wants to gloat but your touch feels so good that he doesn’t want to risk you leaving him high and dry. He watches in awe as you reach forward to spit on the tip of his cock, using your saliva as lubricant as you speed up your strokes. Once you begin to lightly circle his tip with your tongue he pulls you back up with a whimper,

“Sugar, if you carry on i’m going to cum.”

You smile coyly, “Isn’t that the whole point?”

Bradley reaches a hand down to pull at your lacy underwear. Once he’s removed it he cups your pussy, the feeling of his large, warm hand making you shiver in excitement.

“I was kind of hoping to be inside of you before doing that.”

You grind down into his hand as he speaks, finger tips grazing at your clit deliciously.

“Well don’t let me ruin your plans.”

Bradley’s eyes roll back slightly at your words and he pulls away his hand to lick at the juices you left. He hums down at you,

“Delicious.”

You whine and turn your back to him, lying into the couch and arching your back up so that your ass is pressing against his hard cock. You wiggle your ass back against him and feel some of his precum seep out onto you.

“You gonna fuck me now?” You simper at him, turning your head slightly and giving him your best doe eyes.

He reaches a hand out to stroke at your flushed cheek, “How could I say no to this pretty face?”

You keen under his praise and squeal as you feel him guiding his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness onto himself. Bradley groans at the feeling as he begins to push into your hole, the way your velvety walls are squeezing him is almost addictive.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he finally bottoms out after what feels like hours of him pushing his considerate length in. You feel so fucking full with him pushed all the way into you.

“You good, gorgeous?” Bradley asks, care in his voice evident.

You moan and push back against him, “Shit yeah, you feel so good, so deep.”

Bradley feels a whine catch in his throat at your words and tentatively thrusts into you. When he’s met with a high pitched moan he takes that as a sign to start moving.

Bradley’s thrusts are deep, making you whimper with each one. Managing to make you feel even more full than before. He has both hands placed at your waist, strong grip almost intoxicating.

The sound of slapping skin and your combined moans fill up the space of your apartment as Bradley keeps up his pace. You’re beginning to drool slightly onto your couch as Bradley lifts your body up so that your back is pressed against his chest. His strength is so attractive to you that you can’t help but let a strangled moan fall from your mouth. He smirks at the sound and reaches one of his hands on your waist down to toy with your clit. The action makes your jolt as your pleasure suddenly intensifies. You turn your head and whimper into his neck,

“Fuck, Brad please.”

Bradley’s starting to think your moans are the best thing he’s ever heard. He only increases his ministrations, spurred on by your whimpers, close to making the sound himself as your walls clench around him. Bradley increases the pace of his thrusts quickly, determined to push you over the edge. It’s working faster than you would have liked and you would have felt embarrassed was it not for the way he also increases the pressure on your clit, making you twitch and squeak out, “Bradley! Oh my God!”

You can feel him chuckle breathlessly into your shoulder, his breath on your hot skin making the coil growing in your stomach tight. With one last quick thrust the coil snaps and you’re moaning unabashedly as you spasm on his cock. Your moans are music to Bradley’s ears and the feeling of your pulsing walls pushes Bradley to his precipice.

He pulls out quickly and flips you over so he can look at your gorgeous blissed out face as he cums. It spurts out in thick ropes onto your belly and Bradley groans deeply at the sight, growling as you reach down with a few fingers to swirl it around and lift it back up to your lips.

He’s still heaving whilst looking down at you. The sight of his sweaty chest dropping up and down enough to make you squeeze your legs as another flood of arousal leaks from you. He catches sight of the action and smirks, but chooses not to taunt you any further.

He finally speaks up, “Was that good enough proof for you gorgeous?”

You giggle up at him, hair splayed around your head, reminding Bradley of and angel.

“Maybe I need some more?”

You widen your legs for him to look down at your pussy, arousal dripping from you. He whines albeit somewhat pathetically.

“Yeah I think so too.”

When Bradley wakes in the morning, his arm is draped around your naked waist. He smiles down at the sight and picks up his phone to text Phoenix a quick thanks for sending him on that date.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: sorry guys i’m on my big dick bradley agenda rn !!!

i love this so i hope everyone else does too HAHEJA

also apologies for the filth i literally cant help myself

pls comment, reblog or send me an ask and tell me what u think !!!

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- honey <333

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Drive My Car 

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Having made your living as a successful mechanic, you're not one to be underestimated. Rooster picks up on that quickly.

3.3k words Top Gun Masterlist

Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw was in desperate need of a vacation. Having recently succeeded in an extremely dangerous mission, he felt he deserved a break.

Apparently so did the rest of his team. He wasn't quite sure how they did it, but when he mentioned he rented a house in Joshua Tree about half of the team invited themselves along.

So there he was, on his way to the rental house a few hours early to pick up the keys. The lonely highway was a pleasant drive. With expanses of desert on either side, the view wasn't bad at all. It was so beautiful he actually pulled over for a second to admire it and enjoy a quiet moment before the chaos that his vacation would surely be.

After a minute or two, he decided to get back on the road. But when a few miles passed the car sputtered to a stop. Clearly, he'd used up all his luck on the uranium plant mission. Rooster let out a huff, resting his head against the wheel. How could this get worse? He got his answer when smoke started coming from under the hood. In a flash, he was stumbling out of the car.

Rooster put his hands on his head, panicking. He was more than an hour away from home, there was no body shop in sight, and his car could not be driven.

"Need some help there?" A voice asked from behind him. He turned to see an older man hopping down from his tow truck. Rooster let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, actually," he told the man. Together the two of them managed to get the Bronco on the back of his tow truck. The man, Marty, he'd learned, told Rooster he'd take him to the auto shop he worked at a few miles away.

They pulled into the parking lot of a big building with a large blue sign that read "Doc's Auto Shop." When they parked, Marty unloaded the Bronco from the back of the truck. Rooster looked around at the busy shop, taking in the vintage vehicles and the more modern ones he saw.

"Hey Johnny," Marty yelled from behind Rooster, "go get Doc!" He saw the young boy who had been drinking a coke put it down and race into the garage. At about the same time, he saw a woman walk out at the other end.

“Marty," you called to the older man, "what've you got over there?"

“Come see,” he said as you made your way over.

“She’s a beaut-“ You turned towards who you presumed to be the car's owner. He looked just as vintage as his vehicle. Not that you were complaining- you loved the oldies. Music, cars, fashion- it spoke to you. If nothing else, they sure did have style back then. “A 1972 Ford Bronco?” 

Your words seem to catch him off guard. “You… know your stuff,” he nodded. "We're just waiting for the owner to come take a look." You raised your eyebrows.

"Really?" You asked.

"Yeah," he confirms, "it was pretty bad- smoke coming out from under the hood."

"Geez," you said, pretending to be worried. "I hope the owner can fix it for you."

"Doc!" You turned to see Johnny running up to you, out of breath. "Marty's looking for y-" the boy cut himself off when he saw you were already talking to him. He let out a huff, and his shoulders sagged. Johnny shook his head and turned to go back into the garage.

"Sorry, kiddo!" You called after him. Turning back around, you saw the man in the Hawaiian shirt looking at you with wide eyes.

"You're-?" He began to ask.

"This is Doc," Marty introduced you to the man, and his eyes cut to the sign over the door. You gave him your real name as you shook his hand.

"Rooster," he told you, then chuckled at the confusion on your face. "Bradley," he amended.

You smile, "Doc was my father, I've just inherited his nickname. And his business."

“She practically grew up under a car,” Marty says, clapping his hand on your shoulder, "she's earned it."

"Well, I really put my foot in my mouth, huh?" Rooster asked, looking sheepish.

You shook your head, dismissing his concern with a laugh. "Your Bronco's giving you trouble?" You asked, eager to change the topic. If you could get back to work you could stop awkwardly staring at the gloriously sun-kissed man before you.

Rooster ran a hand through his hair. The image of which surely would not leave you for a while. "Gave out on me in the middle of the road," he sighed, "I was lucky Marty saw me."

You nodded, considering what could've gone wrong. "Well, my last appointment just called and canceled, so I can take a look right now."

“Are you sure?" He asked, afraid to inconvenience you after he'd probably offended you.

"Absolutely," you told him. When you saw the worry on his face, you stopped. "I'll be careful," you tried to reassure him, "in the meantime, we have a very comfortable waiting room." Marty took this as his cue to lead Rooster away from the car so you could do your job.

About an hour later you entered the waiting room with some bad news. Based on Rooster's reaction, it clearly showed on your face. He stood up right away, waiting for your diagnosis.

"You've got a coolant leak," you grimace. His head fell forward in defeat.

"How long will it-"

"About a week," you told him regretfully. His eyes widened you smiled sympathetically. "I'll have to order you a new head gasket and it'll take a few days for it to come in."

You could see the gears turning in his brain. "Could it sit here for a few days if you finish it early?"

Your brow furrowed as you considered his question. Slowly you nodded, "I suppose-"

"Perfect- I have to make a call," Rooster says, rushing out of the waiting room. The bell jingled behind him and you turned towards Carol who sat at the desk, confused. She just shrugged at you.

In the parking lot Rooster scrolled through his contacts, attempting to find the only other person who would probably already be on the road.

"Phoenix!" He said joyfully when she picked up.

"What do you want, Bradshaw?"

"Did you happen to ignore my request to not come until later and already start driving?" He asked, hopefully.

"...Maybe," she said reluctantly.

"Perfect," he sighed in relief.

"Perfect?" Natasha asked him, confused.

"Perfect!" He confirmed, "I need you to come pick me up."

"What?!"

"Long story, car broke down, gorgeous mechanic fixing it, I'll send you my location." Rooster said, hanging up on her. He texted her where he was, then pushed back through the waiting room doors.

"Are you done for the day?" He asked, seemingly in better spirits. The question caught you off guard.

"Sorry?"

"Don't be sorry unless you're too busy to show me a good place to eat." He sends a charming smile your way.

"In that case, I'm not sorry at all." You smile at him. "You mind waiting for a minute?" He waves you off, and you run to change out of the clothes that'd been stained with motor oil.

Five minutes later you were back and better than ever. "So where are we off to?" Your companion asked as he followed you out of the waiting room.

"We're making the terribly long voyage across the street," you said. He chuckled at your poor joke.

"And what distinguishes this diner from every other one in small-town America?" Rooster asked you teasingly.

"Me," you replied indignantly, pushing open the door. "And some pretty sweet pie." A genuine smile crossed his face. You grabbed a seat in a corner booth and he planted himself across from you. Your friend, Jennie, brought two glasses of water over and promised she'd be back to take your order.

"So what brings you out this way?" You asked, taking a sip.

"I'm going on vacation," Rooster tells you.

"Exciting," you nod. His facial expression suggested otherwise. "Not exciting?"

"Well, it was supposed to be a relaxing solo retreat to Joshua Tree, but everyone in the Dagger Squad highjacked it." He huffed.

You paused, "your friend group's name is 'The Dagger Squad'?" You asked skeptically.

"They're my colleagues, really," he corrected you.

"Do you sell knives?" You ask, confused. "Actually, that would explain your nickname."

"I fly planes for the Navy." Your eyes widened at his words.

"Wow, I was way off." He chuckled at your words. "So one of your fellow pilots will pick you up and whisk you off to your vacation?"

"That's the plan," Rooster confirmed. "I'll pick up the Bronco on the way back if that's okay."

"Sure thing," you told him. Soon enough Jennie came by to take your order.

"The mac and cheese for me and the double burger with fries for the lady, please," she chuckled lightly at your order and nodded, heading toward the kitchen.

"I didn't realize we were close enough for you to order for me," he said snottily.

"Oh please," you waved off his words, "you would've ordered the wrong thing." Rooster's brows rose in an instant. "I did you a favor!" You insisted.

"We'll see about that, hon."

"It's actually pronounced 'Doc'," you said, and snickered at the unamused glance he threw you.

The diner wasn't crowded that early on a Tuesday, so your food came out in record time. When Rooster took a bite of his burger, he practically moaned.

You smirked at him, "See, aren't you glad I hijacked your order?' He glared at you.

"Shut up," he said, mouth full of food. You laughed at him as you dug into your bowl of mac and cheese. "Did you get that off the kids' menu?" He mocked, and you took an overly dramatic gasp.

"And what's so wrong with the kids' menu?" You asked him, brow raised.

"Nothing," he said, and you nodded happily, "if you're a kid." Your eyes widened at him, and he snickered at you.

"Oh, just eat your burger you animal," you snapped at him. He had practically already finished it.

"I was hungry!" He said defensively, and you shrugged.

"Some people like to maintain a certain level of decorum," you teased. He rolled his eyes at your words, still smiling.

"And you eating a seven-year-old boy's serving of Mac and Cheese just screams poise."

"Who needs poise when they have room for pie?" You were quick to shoot back.

"Touche." He nodded.

"So when is your friend coming?" You asked him, taking another bite.

Rooster checked his watch, "Phoenix should be here in half an hour."

"Great-plenty of pie time." He chuckled at you.

"Is it really that good?"

"You're gonna eat those words." You promised him. "Hey, Jennie!" You called from across the store, "a slice of pecan pie, please." She rolled her eyes and gave you a thumbs up.

"Hey now, how do you know I don't have a pecan allergy?"

"You're not the type," you dismissed.

"I'm not the type to have an allergy?"

"You're not the type to have a nut allergy," you specified.

"And why not?"

"Because you're all," you hesitated, "warm and rich and chestnuts roasting on an open fire." Rooster smirked at you for a second. "And you look like you eat Reese's cups for breakfast." His face turned with a frown.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"How can I-?" He was interrupted by a slice of pie being plopped between the two of you. You picked up both forks and graciously handed him one.

"Cheers," you clinked your fork to his and he snickered. The two of you took a bite at the same time. You watched as his eyes lit up and he instantly went to get more on his fork.

"That good?" You mocked his words from earlier. He hummed in agreement as he shoved more in his mouth. You let out a laugh at his antics.

"I'm gonna eat it all if you don't hop to," he said, mouth full of pie. You were quick to start eating it.

After a surprisingly pleasant dinner, which Rooster had paid for despite your protests, he received a text that said his friend was there. The two of you stood up to head out of the diner, but he paused.

"Would you mind giving me your number?" You raised a brow. "So I can check in, you know? When I'm missing my baby?"

"You're really attached to that Bronco, huh?" You asked, taking his phone and entering your number.

"You might say that," he said, with faux thoughtfulness.

"Well, have a nice vacation, Rooster," you told him with a smile, "try not to let your colleagues annoy you too much"

He groaned, "we'll see."

"And try not to spend too much of it worrying about your car," you said, "or texting me worrying about your car." This earned you a flirty smile.

"No promises, darling." He winked.

You rolled your eyes at him, grinning. "I'll see you in a week."

"Are you sure you won't see me in your dreams?" He teased.

"Be careful what you wish for," you said, shaking your head, "my dreams are weird as shit."

He let out a chuckle, "see you then." You gave him a wave as he climbed into the passenger seat of a Subaru SVU.

"What was that all about?" Phoenix turned to him as he pulled the door shut.

"What was what?" He asked, defensively.

"Oh I don't know," she mocked, "the goofy grin on your face, the mystery container in your hand."

"This is pie." He told her.

"That doesn't explain shit!" She insisted.

"Fine, fine," he gave in, "I'll tell you everything, but you have to drive away before it gets weird." Natasha rolled her eyes and started down the road.

"So?" She demanded after a minute.

"The Bronco broke down and I may be putting the moves on the mechanic."

Natasha sighed, "you get her number?"

He grinned from ear to ear and nodded at her. "Unfortunately there was no piano in that diner so I had to rely on charm alone."

"You're so insufferable, Bradshaw."

"Thank you, Trace."

It had been a few hours since you'd gotten off of work. After taking a shower and eating dinner, you'd settled in on the couch to watch some tv. Just as a new episode started you heard your phone buzz.

How's my baby?

You rolled your eyes. There was only one person that text could've come from. You shook your head as you typed out a reply.

Literally the same - how's Joshua Tree?

It'd be better if I didn't have to hide

????

I don't want someone to take my pie

you're ridiculous

In response to your snide comment, he a selfie with his slice of pie.

Ridiculously good at keeping my food away from thieves

good luck with that, Rooster

;) what are you up to?

watching a show 🤷‍♀️

Somehow he kept a text conversation with you going for a while. At least until you told him you were tired from work and were going to bed.

The next day he, of course, pestered you a few times about his beloved car. But you were not expecting him to start another casual conversation with you.

So what do you do when you're not keeping my car company?

Is your vacation really this boring?

Yes.

What are you up to?

making dinner

and what are you having?

come on- there's not a swimming pool at the house you rented or something?

:(

fine. I'm making Kraft.

Do you only eat Mac and Cheese?

shut up

never ;)

you text like my twelve-year-old cousin

At least I don't have the diet of your twelve year old cousin

rude

true

:P

who texts like a twelve-year-old now?

still you

You laughed when you saw the bubbles pop up on the screen. All you could assume was that he was typing furiously on the other side of the screen. For the next few nights, it was the same routine. He'd text some stupid question loosely related to the state of his car, then twist the conversation to actually talk to you.

You actually enjoyed texting him. To the point where you were considering "accidentally" misplacing the gasket that had just come in for his Bronco. But you quickly dismissed that notion. Just because you'd be sad after he stopped texting you didn't mean you could sabotage your own work.

Finally, a week after you'd first met him, he sent you a text saying he'd be by around noon the next day to grab the Bronco. You'd actually been too busy to replace the part yet, so you'd really have to dedicate the morning to Bradley's "baby" as he liked to call it.

As midday rolled around the next day, the car was looking pretty damn good. You'd gotten it all fixed up and were currently washing it. And no, that definitely wasn't overkill.

A whistle sounded from behind you, and you turned to see the man you'd met a week ago. The one who'd totally been flirting with you over text all week. You wondered briefly if he only wanted discounted service.

"Lookin' good"

"Well, I've been working on her all morning," you told him.

"You sure I was talking about the car, honey?" He asked. You raised a brow, then turned the hose on him.

"HEY!" He shouted. "Now what on Earth was that for?"

"Just a warning," you said playfully.

"Fine, then." He replied, approaching the vehicle. Before you knew it he had reached into the wash bucket and threw a handful of soap suds at you.

"Oh you are so in for it," you said as you started chasing him with the hose. He picked up the bucket and continued to throw soap suds in retaliation. After a few minutes of play fighting, he interrupted.

"Truce, truce," he said with his hands held up. You reluctantly agreed. "How do expect me to drive home when I'm soaked to the bone?" He asked you.

"Easy, just take your clothes off." You replied. He snorted.

"Now you want me to be arrested for public nudity?" Rooster asked you playfully.

"Everyone would be too busy staring to call the police," you assured him.

"Oh yeah?" He asked.

"Absolutely," you assured him.

"Well if you insist," he said, tugging his shirt over his head. That- you were not expecting. Nor were you expecting such a defined set of abs. You knew he was fit but goddamn.

"It seems to be working," he teased.

"Oh shut up," you said, smacking him with a towel you'd set aside to dry the car off.

"You're really gonna treat a customer like that?" He asked you, looking around, "where are your customers anyways?"

"We're closed on Saturdays," you told him softly, working on drying the Bronco off.

"Oh well, in that case," he said, grabbing your waist and spinning you around. Your eyes just about popped out of your head as you found yourself in his arms.

"Bradley?"

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, a contemplative look on his face.

"Are you gonna put your shirt back on?" His brows raised at your question.

"No," he shrugged.

"Then, yes" you nodded. He let out a laugh but was interrupted as your lips met his own. Instantly Bradley's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Only, while you were distracted, he reached behind you to grab the bucket of soapy water. When you were least expecting it, he dumped it over your head and ended your temporary truce.

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I'm so sorry, I know nothing about cars this was just for the vibe.

#rooster x reader #Bradley Bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #Bradley bradhsaw #top gun fic

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broke down: A Safe Place to Land one-shot - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x nurse!reader

Summary: 2.5k words. One-shot in the A Safe Place to Land universe. y/n's car breaks down and Bradley is determined to make sure she's okay. (time line stuff: ch. 1 takes place in september 2019, ch. 5 is set in december of 2019, and this one-shot occurs in april of 2022.)

Warnings: car issues, bradley being a Stress Protective Fiancé, uH angst i guess? lots & lots of fluff. also sexism

a/n: hi y'all! it's been a moment lol. this story has been floating around in my noggin since november-ish & i'm so glad i finally wrote it out. enjoy! <3

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Shit. y/n muttered under her breath as she pulled her car off to the side of the road. Two warning lights lit up on the dashboard and a disconcerting noise started echoing from underneath the hood before she brought the vehicle to a stop. Based on the thin smoke rising from the crevice between the body of the car and its hood, y/n had a feeling she wasn’t going to make it the final stretch of her drive.

It had already been such a long day and y/n was really, really looking forward to seeing her fiancé and downing a cold beer or two. Or three. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of her usually trustworthy car and popped the hot-to-the-touch hood. Smoke clouded her vision and she coughed–this was definitely an issue she couldn’t resolve by herself.

After dialing roadside assistance, y/n called Bradley. The phone hadn’t even rung twice before he picked up, his warm hello being slightly muffled by the lively crowd in The Hard Deck.

“Hey Roos,” y/n sighed. She tried to hide the exhaustion in her tone, but Rooster picked up on it immediately.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Dammit. This man could read her like a damn book. The aviator furrowed his brow and sat up straight in the chair he’d been occupying. The rest of the squad was bordering on boisterous after the several drinks they’d downed and were more focused on an intense game of nine-ball. y/n rubbed her temple and thought about how to best tell him and avoid him freaking out. She loved him to the ends of the earth, but he was a worrier.

“I’m fine! It’s nothing, really…” she trailed off. Her frustration and emotions got the best of her, so it all spilled out at once. “Actually, my car broke down so I called for a tow truck and I’m gonna be late meeting up with you guys at the Hard Deck so I’ll probably just head home after this because I’m so tired and-” Rooster’s eyes widened at the jumble of words y/n rushed out.

“Where are you?” Bradley cut her off before she could work herself up anymore. y/n could hear movement in the background and she instantly felt guilty. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt him while he was having a well-deserved night out with his friends.

“It doesn’t matter. I just wanted to let you know that I probably won’t make it to the bar tonight. This might take a while,” y/n huffed. Her nerves were shot and above all, she just wanted to go home. Sure, a night out with her fiancé and their friends would be nice, but a warm bath and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s would be much nicer.

“y/n. Where. are. you?” Bradley asked slowly, punctuating each word. His voice was low and left no room for argument. y/n had only heard him speak that way a handful of times since she’d known him–all of which were times he thought she might be in trouble.

So she told him her location. She had pulled off on the edge of some backroad she was taking in hopes of it being a shortcut. Instead, she was now thanking her lucky stars that she had barely enough cell reception to call the tow service and Bradley.

Rooster cursed–y/n was alone in the middle of nowhere and it would be dark soon. A dozen scenarios went through his mind at once and none of them were good.

In a few long strides, the aviator crossed the room towards the bar without so much as a goodbye to his friends. He fished enough cash out of his wallet to cover his tab and then some as he flagged down Penny. The worried expression and his rushed movements, while his phone was pinched between his shoulder and ear, had Penny moving cautiously to tend to him, foregoing some of the other customers before him. She’d hardly accepted the cash from his hand before he offered her a tight smile and jogged out of the bar.

“I’m coming to pick you up,” he said with finality. y/n’s brow furrowed and she started pacing alongside her car.

“What? No, Bradley. Stay out with your friends. Have a good time, you deserve to let loose. I’ll see you at home, okay?” If he weren’t so focused on getting to y/n, he might’ve noticed the warmth that spread through his chest anytime his fiancée mentioned their shared home.

Rooster was typically far more gentle with the Bronco than he was right then, but that was hardly a thought in his mind when he pulled his keys out and shoved them into the door lock. y/n inwardly groaned as she heard the tell-tale sign of his old car’s door slamming and the engine turning over.

“Nope. No. I’m not going to be able to relax or think about anything else until I know you’re okay. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, tops.” He peeled out of the parking lot, pulling onto the main road before he’d even finished his sentence.

y/n blew out a heavy breath and dragged her palm down her face before stopping short. She pulled her phone away from her ear and checked the GPS route she recently had open.

Your location to The Hard Deck Bar – 24 minutes via State Road…

“I am okay. And it’s over a 20 minute drive to where you are,” y/n sighed. She had no doubt that Bradley would be able to beat the estimated time of 24 minutes, but shaving almost 10 minutes off seemed a little outlandish, even for the fighter pilot.

Rather than reminding his fiancée that he routinely flew planes at over 1,000 mph, he simply grunted out “I said what I said” and pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal.

Bradley stayed on the phone with y/n while he drove. Based on the unmistakable sound of the Bronco’s engine revving and cars honking because Rooster had cut them off, it was easy to assume he was breaking a handful of traffic laws.

Otherwise, the call was relatively quiet. Bradley broke the silence every few minutes to ask if y/n was okay–she hummed yes, Roos each time. He asked her if there was anyone lingering around or coming up to her–No, there’s literally no one out here. Her fiancé couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.

y/n huffed in frustration when she tried to unsuccessfully start her car for the umpteenth time. Just as she rested her head on the steering wheel with crestfallen resignation, she caught a set of all too familiar headlights in her rearview mirror. The nurse felt a bittersweet smile creep onto her face. She was happy to see Bradley, she always was, but she couldn’t help the sinking guilty feeling that he cut his night out short because of her. y/n slowly climbed out of the car and really felt the exhaustion hit her this time around. Now that Bradley was here, she didn’t have to keep looking over her shoulder and was able to let her guard down a bit. 

By the time she closed the door behind her, he’d already crossed the distance from the Bronco to her car. Bradley wore a sympathetic smile when eyes met y/n’s. Something about the loving look in his eyes had y/n holding back tears. The aviator wordlessly pulled y/n into his chest and she gladly went along with it, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist.

“I’m sorry, Brad. I didn’t mean to ruin your night,” y/n’s words were muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt. Bradley tutted and brought a hand up to massage her shoulders where he knew she got tense often.

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby. I’m glad you called me,” he pressed a kiss against y/n’s hair before resting his chin atop her head. They stood wrapped in each other's arms for a moment, silently swaying side to side. y/n was still nuzzled against Bradley’s chest when he patted her back before pulling away and moved toward the hood of her car.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw knows his plane inside and out. This extended to cars as well. He’s been under the hood of his vintage Ford Bronco more times than he cares to count, so he’s familiar with working on cars, to say the least. Maybe if this whole flying thing didn’t work out, he could be a mechanic.

Rooster waved the remaining smoke away from his face when he popped the hood of the car. He’d hardly been glancing around the various parts before a particular problem caught his eye. He stood back and rested his hands on either hip. There wasn’t much that puzzled him, but it was certainly an interesting sight, he thought as he tilted his head to the side.

“This drive belt is damn near shredded. When was the last time you got your car serviced?” Rooster asked innocently. When y/n blushed and wouldn’t meet his eyes, his face dropped. The aviator rubbed his temple. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like her answer.

He produced a rag out of seemingly thin air and pulled the engine’s dipstick and wiped it off before checking the oil. He held the dipstick up to catch the remainder of the setting sun’s light and frowned–the oil was definitely below where it should be.

y/n was scratching the back of her neck now, looking increasingly sheepish.

“y/n?” Bradley asked expectantly. He wasn’t being condescending, but y/n felt like she was in trouble.

“Umm… I took her to get serviced not long after Lover came out. I sat in the waiting area and listened to the album like 3 times in a row.” Rooster did some math before his eyes practically bugged out of his head.

“When Lover came ou- baby, that was over two years ago?!” Bradley said incredulously, mouth agape. Before dating y/n, Rooster didn’t know much of anything about Taylor Swift. Eventually, his then-girlfriend started purchasing her own vinyl records and Taylor Swift’s music became regular in the rotation. Whether Bradley liked it or not, he learned some Swiftie lore. And, being the history nerd that he was, he remembered almost all of it. The album release dates had eventually wormed their way into his mind as well.

“I know! I know, but I literally only ever drive to work because we take the Bronco everywhere else so it didn’t matter that much…” y/n raised her hands defensively. Her voice trailed off towards the end; even she knew it was a bad excuse. Rooster slid a hand down his face in exasperation and smoothed out his mustache above his tight-lipped frown.

“Honey, what if you broke down or worse while I was deployed? I-” Rooster sighed. He stopped himself before he went on a tangent that might upset y/n. Nothing was worth arguing over right then so he let the topic rest. Bradley made a mental note to schedule a servicing for her car the following day.

The tow truck y/n called for pulled up just in time to avoid what was heading toward a tense conversation. When the driver approached the pair, he hardly spared Rooster a second glance initially; he was too focused on dragging his eyes across y/n’s body in a way that made her skin crawl. Bradley puffed out his chest and took a step forward, redirecting the man’s attention. The aviator’s movement allowed the remainder of the sun’s dwindling light to sparkle against y/n’s sizable engagement ring. She doubted that was Rooster’s intention, but she smirked nonetheless.

The tow truck driver posed his questions to Bradley. The much taller and tanned man was about to respond when y/n cleared her throat and stepped forward. It was her car, after all.

The driver was surprised. The hint of a grimy grin spread across his face.

“Alright, little lady,” he snickered. Strike one.

y/n took the man’s questions in stride. She knew the answers to most of them; she wasn’t dumb. Just because she procrastinated on her car’s maintenance didn’t mean she was clueless about her vehicle. Rooster was confident that she could handle herself in the conversation, so he hung back with his hand resting on her lower back protectively.

Some of the more unnecessarily specific questions were aimed to trip y/n up–Rooster knew it, and y/n pieced it together pretty quickly. Strike two. Good for y/n, and disappointingly for the sexist tow truck operator, y/n was very good at bullshitting her way to the right answer every time and had an unrivaled poker face.

Rooster smirked, impressed. His little spitfire was doing what she did best–putting men in their place.

The driver eventually huffed in annoyance. He clearly lost their verbal sparring match, so he set out to do his actual job and leave with his tail tucked between his legs. He tuned out the couple as he worked on hooking up the car and lifting it onto the truck bed.

y/n linked her arms behind her fiancé’s neck and grinned up at him. Rooster matched her smile. She was trouble, a force to be reckoned with–and he loved her for it.

“Thank you for saving me,” y/n murmured while her lips ghosted over Bradley’s. She pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, but before he could deepen it, she pulled away and examined him at arm’s length.

"My knight in shining… tacky tourist shirt,” y/n grinned deviously, amused by her own joke. Rooster rolled his eyes, pressing his tongue to his cheek before he retaliated by tickling her side–the exact same spot he’s been targeting since their very first beach date. y/n laughed before pulling him back toward her by his flowered collar for the deep kiss Bradley longed for.

At some point, the tow truck driver had finished up and y/n’s car was secured on the bed. He cleared his throat and shuffled uncomfortably as the couple shamelessly pulled away from their PDA stunt. y/n signed the necessary paperwork before thanking the man–she might be petty and a smart-ass, but she wasn’t an asshole.

Bradley and y/n walked hand-in-hand back towards the Bronco, where he opened the passenger door for her and offered his hand to support her as she stepped up into the lifted vehicle. Once Bradley was sitting in the driver’s seat, he wordlessly handed y/n his phone so she could play music. Somehow, the nurse had talked him into setting up bluetooth of all things in his vintage Bronco. He was well aware that she had him whipped, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

With one hand on the steering wheel and one hand resting on y/n’s thigh, Bradley pulled back onto the road and drove toward their shared house, the Hard Deck long forgotten. The windows were rolled down and soft tunes filled the night air.

“Hey Roos?” y/n spoke, intertwining her fingers with his.

“Yeah, baby?” Rooster hummed, briefly taking his eyes off the road to look at his fiancée.

“What’s a drive belt?”

a/n: fun fact: i learned how to check a car’s oil level when my friends and i were in bum fuck nowhere on a camping trip. pretty sure my dad was v stressed out when i called him and asked me to walk me through it but it definitely fed my ego.

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun: maverick #bradley bradhsaw #nurse!reader #rooster x y/n #bradley bradshaw x y/n #a safe place to land

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》Crash《

▪︎Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her (Fem! Reader)

▪︎Warnings: Language, also probably some inaccuracies

▪︎Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and fluff

▪︎Synopsis: Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry. Oh well— you already know that the same goes for him.

Note: Thank you for the likes/reblogs/comment! I couldn't help myself so here is part 2!

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"Crash watch yourself, there's a-"

It was probably your fault, you were to pre-occupied thinking about what happened last night that you processed Hangman's warnings a little too late.

"Shit! Birdstrike! Birdstrike!" You yelled, looking at your controls. "Left engine is on fire! Climbing!" Hangman looks at you, growing worried about you by the second. "Don't tell me she's gonna try to fucking save it." He mumbled, keeping a close eye on you.

You'd try to save the plane even though you're literally about to nosedive into the ground. Hence the callsign 'Crash'.

"Throttling back! Shutting off fuel on left engine, extinguishing fire!" You informed Maverick and Hangman. Maverick can only utter an 'Oh my god' while Hangman could do nothing but watch worriedly.

Bob felt like someone dumped an ice bucket on him as he and his fellow naval aviators listened to the radio to know what's happening on air. His insides were twisting as he wanted to do nothing but to hurl and cry.

Everyone semmed to still as they continued to listen to the radio. "Bird strike..?" Payback mumbled.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Bob uttered, he can feel his head spinning and his hands get sweaty. Pheonix shot a worried glance at him.

Rooster, who was sitting in one of the chairs looked at Bob. "Crash's your girl, Bob?" He tried to read Bob's expression. Coyote intervened, "I think now is not the right time for you to be asking that, man."

Roster nodded as he muttered out an apology to the Weapons System Officer who was intently listening to the radio. As Rooster further observe Bob, he realized two things: Bob deeply cares for you, which makes him think you know each other personally, or you're both romantically involved. And the other one is-

He sure hopes that you and Bob aren't a thing.

Rooster was pulled away from his thoughts, hearing your voice on the radio. He felt a pit forming on his stomach as you yelled, 'Right engine is out! It's still spinning-"

'Crash! You can't save it!' Hangman's voice was heard through the radio. All of them perked up, they never heard Hangman scared before. Not even once, and the fact that he was worried for another person— considering he's Hangman, he'll leave you out to dry.

Rooster's worry grew by the second for his fellow pilot. He ran his hand through his hair, an action Coyote noticed, and without fail he saw something he thinks that's hard to believe.

Rooster's mark was an angry shade of dark red.

Coyote was stunned, his eyes widening as he tried to process his thoughts over yours, hangman's and maverick's shouting over the radio.

"No fucking way.." He breathed out, aviators beside him thought he was talking about what's happening over the radio. Boy were they wrong.

'I can't control it! I'm going down! I'm going down!' Panic and terror laced in your voice, Rooster can feel his chest tightening as he looked down and laced his hands together, finally noticing something wrong with his mark.

The stripe was almost black.

It can't be, what's happening? He looked at it, and looked back to the radio. His head was racing different thoughts per minute. He felt his breathing got labored as he tries to calm himself.

"No.. no.." Bob mumbled, clearly distraught as Pheonix offered a comforting squeeze on his shoulder.

Right, you and Bob are probably soulmates. He needs to put that into consideration, maybe it's just a coincidence? But, having your soulmate's danger meter almost turn black is rare. He read about a study that found out people who's soulmates have a high risk job (i.e being in the military) are reported to be the one experiencing red and black marks.

You— a naval aviator who's about to crash, and him, who's mark is almost black.

'You can't save it! Eject eject!' They heard Maverick yell as Hangman told the same thing. 'Crash! don't you dare join your jet crash!'

'Eject eject eject!'

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Birds of a Feather- A Bradshaw Sibling Story

Chapter 1- Welcome to the World Baby Girl

Carole, still reeling from the loss of Goose, isn't sure how to feel when she learns she is pregnant. Thankfully she has the support of two Navy pilots to help her welcome her newest addition to the world and a certain blue eyed Lieutenant ends up being a surprising rock at her side.

Notes: Once I get through the background information, this story will be told in a more story-like format (with conversations and better descriptions etc). Right now I just want to get you all to the point that movie begins with all the history (and drama) I've given these characters.

Welcome to the World Baby Girl

When Carole Bradshaw finally starts recognizing the signs of pregnancy, seven weeks after burying her husband, her first instinct is to just cry. She had been doing that a lot lately, barely able to make it to her son Bradley’s bedtime before she sobs deep and hard into Goose’s pillow. Now though, as she recognizes the churn of her upset stomach as not the flu but morning sickness, she has to fight the urge to not collapse to the kitchen floor right then and there. Bradley, oblivious to his mother’s struggles in the way only a small child can be, plays with his cereal, spooning the cheerios happily as he manages to forget once more what Carole herself can never; that Goose is never coming home again.

Carole has never thought of herself as a particularly strong woman but she concedes that perhaps she is tougher than she thinks. She keeps herself together, encourages her four year old son to eat instead of play with his food and manages to wait until a reasonable hour in the late morning to phone her sister and ask her to babysit for the day. Her sister Judy agrees immediately; all of her family in the walking on eggshells stage of caution around her that Carole is pretty confident she could ask them to help her commit a robbery and they would be there in masks just to never have to tell her no. She appreciates it, when she doesn’t find it maddening, but on a day like today she is particularly grateful.

After Bradley is dropped at his Aunt’s, Carole drives two towns over to pick up pregnancy tests. It’s not that she is ashamed, not at all, but their town in Western Pennsylvania is small and gossip travels fast. Carole might be stronger than she thinks but she knows she’s not strong enough for the rumors to start without knowing if she’s carrying or not. Besides, the possibility of carrying her late husband’s child could be a precious gift, something she won’t risk tarnishing by letting it out before she is certain.

She scours the shelves of the small pharmacy she stops at, pretends that she is there for the gummy bears she grabs for Bradley and the lotion she picks up for herself. Carole heads to the women’s aisle and finds the ClearBlue boxes, remembering when she heard about at-home pregnancy tests a few years ago and how she found the concept completely mind-blowing. Now she is thankful as she grabs three boxes and heads to checkout, gratified that the woman at the cash register clocks her wedding ring and smiles a good luck as she grabs her bags to leave.

She heads home and follows the directions to the letter, though the young blonde has never been known as a rule follower before. Energetic, fun, life of the party, if Carole took a moment to really think about it, she would realize that she not only lost her husband but a part of herself as well that day; the part that smiled and danced, that hooted in excitement regardless of her audience, the part that lived for joy as easy as one lives for breath; but that was all gone now, even more so when she noticed all three tests coming up with the same result.

She was pregnant.

Tears come, as she knew they would, and Carole isn’t sure if she should be horrified that she still isn’t sure if this is what she wants. One more piece of Nicholas Bradshaw should be the greatest gift in the world, but a baby growing up without a father also seems the cruelest. Is it fair for Carole to bring a baby into this life when she herself is already so close to floundering? Is it blasphemy to even think of not having this baby? Carole knows it’s up to her, that no one else in this world can make this decision for her, that no one can judge her for what she decides do as well. She clutches Goose’s wedding that she has moved to wear on a chain around her neck and places her other hand on her abdomen. It’s too early for kicks or to feel any movement, but Carole does experience a sort of calm tranquility as she stands in her bathroom in the silence, her hands connecting her past with her future. Goose always wanted a big family, had cried like a baby when they first learned they were expecting Bradley. He would want this child more than life itself, would have given his life willingly if he knew it would give her this blessing. Carole pictures a little baby, with Goose’s nose and smile, her husband’s amber eyes staring back at her as she rocks the newborn in her arms. It will never bring Nick back, will never lessen the pain of his loss, but maybe, just maybe, it can create some love with it too.

Everything moves quickly from there.

Carole tells her family first and more tears come. It’s different this time though, she can already tell, the grief still pressing but also lifting just that tiniest bit, her mother’s tight squeezes as they cry together healing in a way she wasn’t expecting. For a moment she feels traitorous, as though she is ignoring Nick’s death with the preoccupation of the growing baby in her body, but soon she realizes that perhaps this was Nick’s gift for her all along, something to help her through.

She tells Goose’s parents next and if she had any thoughts of not going through with the pregnancy, they die the minute Henry and Margaret fall upon their living room floor and hold each other, thanking her for telling them and begging Carole to let them help in any way they can. They spend the rest of her trip to Tennessee alternating between taking Bradley around their farm and making sure Carole doesn’t lift a finger, each sparing glances to her still flat belly when they think she’s not looking. It’s overwhelming at times but also weirdly comforting, Carole feeling closer to her in-laws than she ever felt before. She mentions her comfort of this type of living when the topic of Carole putting up her home in Pennsylvania for sale. The blonde isn’t surprised when the elder Bradshaws immediately offer her space on their land to live with Bradley and the new baby. It’s a kind offer, more generous than she could really say, but she declines.

She knows where she needs to make her new home.

Her family didn’t understand when she told them she plans to buy a house right outside of North Island and from the way Margaret’s face pales and Henry grows silent, it seems the Bradshaws don’t understand either. Carole expects this, she appreciates why this would seem so strange to everyone else, but the young mother can’t imagine bringing another child into this world and being so far away from her husband’s final resting place. Nick is in North Island, in a military cemetery not far from the waters he died in, from the air he flown in; Carole owes it to her children and her husband to not keep them any further apart than fate has already made them.

The move cross-country might break her, but it will be her cross to bear.

The bungalow she buys is small but homey, and perfect for the neighborhood they choose. It has the cutest garden, that Carole immediately starts to plant the most vibrant flowers she can, and a porch swing that she has a kind neighbor check its integrity of before it becomes her and Bradley’s favorite spot to watch the sunsets. As for the house itself, it has three bedrooms, one for each of the now remaining (and soon to be arriving) Bradshaws and is close enough to the beach that she and Bradley can walk every day across the sand. Her son loves it. His hair, which slowly starts to darken despite being consistently in the California sun, is always in a perpetual state of curly unrest from the sea breeze, his body tracking sand everywhere in their home. Carole only laughs, even when her stomach starts to swell and it gets harder to clean up all the time. Bradley has taken to the idea of a sibling remarkably well, all things considering, though he is sure in the way only a four year old can be when he pats at her stomach and asks how his little brother is. Carole decided not to find out the sex, not ready to see if she is getting a Nick or a Nicole, the names already decided as they feel only right.

During this time she wonders if she should tell Maverick. He writes her when he can, sending the letters to the family’s old address that her sister is kind enough to forward, but Carole makes sure to not tell him anything about what she is really going through, bringing a baby into this world alone. It’s not that she doesn’t trust Pete or that she doesn’t want him to know per say, she just doesn’t want to make him think he needs to take care of her. He’s young, so young, and though he feels responsible for what happened to Goose that day, Carole wasn’t lying when she told the pilot she didn’t blame him. She doesn’t, and she never will. She knew just as much as Goose did about the risks he took each day. Pointing fingers or tossing blame didn’t bring the man back; it just pushed those who remained away.

The problem with Pete Mitchell was that the man was a lot like a puppy who enjoyed punishing himself. She saw it when they first met and the kid was weighed down with the guilt of his father’s service records, and she saw it after Goose was declared deceased and Pete expected her to smack him instead of embrace him in a hug. Carole knew that if she told Maverick about the baby Pete would think it was his duty to put everything on hold and be at her side and she couldn’t ask him to do that. It wasn’t his responsibility, best friend or not. He deserved to live his life; he deserved to move on.

But sometimes life doesn’t let you make those decisions.

In her seventh month, Carole gets a knock on the door and opens to reveal one Iceman Kazansky in his service khaki’s. The man’s blue eyes immediately stalked down to her growing belly and his lips purse before he snaps himself out of his thoughts and meet her gaze. It seems he had come to apologize for his own actions that day, explaining that if he had moved out of the way quicker than Mav wouldn’t have been caught in his jetwash, ultimately leading to the spiral that forced both Pete and Nick to eject. Carole listens silently, allowing the man to get all his feelings out before she tells him the same thing she told Mav: she doesn’t blame him.

For all the coldness of his reputation, Ice gives a sharp nod before allowing just the barest of tears to fall, though he wipes the evidence away quickly. He stands then, expecting to be asked to leave now that he has said his peace but Carole just offers him to stay for dinner. The man accepts before she even finishes her statement. She expects some awkwardness but there is none to be found, Tom is nothing but a gentleman and the perfect guest, even taking the time to play with Bradley as the child shows the pilot all his favorite toy planes.

When dinner is over and Tom finishes washing and drying the dishes he insists on doing, he finally brings up Pete’s status. Carole had listened to the tall blonde pilot talk vaguely about the Leyton mission during their meal, classified though, so beyond saying it got a little close and Maverick had to come to his aid, Kazansky had stayed mum on the true details. Much different than Maverick, who discussed the mission at length in one of his prior letters, not adhering to secrets any better now than he ever did before, much to Carole’s amusement.

Tom takes the seat across from her at the now cleared table, fingers steeple in front of his lips. He is a patient man, she gages that just from this one night of interactions and Carole can tell that he chooses his words carefully. Finally, when he is ready, Tom tells her the truth, that despite getting over his trepidations in the sky, Pete was struggling again, finding himself in the rambunctious death-be-damned stage of mortality that leads to reckless actions and tragic conclusions. Tom was worried before but he is anxious now, admitting to Carole that he came to the house not only to apologize for his actions on the day that Goose died but also to ask the blonde for her help in reign Maverick in, afraid that no one else could be up for the task. Carole knows she has the right to say no, that no one could blame her if she was to say she has too much on her plate as it is to try and save a renegade 25 year old pilot with enough issues that he could fill the sky he flies in, but she also knows she loves Pete, he’s the little brother she always wanted, and she won’t let the universe take him away too. She tells Tom to give her his number.

A week and one overly emotional reunion later, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell becomes a permanent fixture back in their lives. He’s stationed at Top Gun again so it’s easy for him to be at their house for dinner every night, pulling a reluctant Iceman with him; an ecstatic Bradley more than happy to welcome them both with open arms. Carole feels as though maybe she was wrong not to tell the younger man about the pregnancy right away as he takes one look at the not yet built nursery furniture and he and Ice roll up their sleeves; building everything themselves in record time and then hanging model planes in Bradley’s room as a nice surprise for the future big brother. They become a family, the five and a half of them; dysfunctional in their abnormally but aren’t those always the best?

As her third trimester progresses either Pete or Tom is there for every one of her doctor’s appointments, sometimes even both go, earning her skeptical looks from some of the other patients and nurses that don’t know her whole story. She doesn’t care; Carole has never been one to desire people’s approvals, and she welcomes the Naval Aviators’ dual support as the realness of becoming a single mother to two children gets closer and closer.

But then again life deals her a harsh hand.

Pete is fired from his position with Ice teaching at Top Gun. If it didn’t hurt so much, Carole wouldn’t have been surprised; Pete is not someone that should be teaching anyone about rules or regulations, but it still wounds the pregnant blonde when he is re-deployed to a carrier in the Pacific. She wants to be angry, at him, at the Navy, at the world, but it won’t help the situation and she knows that. She’s two weeks from her due date; she has to accept that Pete won’t be at her side.

Tom will be though. Tom who has taken to her family as easy as Pete did all those years ago. Tom, who buys her baby clothes and toys, never forgetting to get Bradley something too so the kid never feels left out. Tom who makes her dinner when she can’t seem to stand for too long, cleans her house when she feels the anxiety of nesting deep in her chest, and entertains her crying tantrums about how she misses Nick and wishes he were there.

Tom is a god sent.

Carole wondered at first why he was so willing. Guilt is powerful, but the man is giving up his whole life for her little family, without getting anything in return. Or so she thought. She comes to learn that Tom has no family of his own, his parents both passed, his mother just less than a year ago, and that besides Slider, who has also become a permanent fixture in her life now when he’s in town, Ice has no one. Wounded hearts tend to find each other and Carole is happy to open her home to one more lost soul, if only to heal them all.

Her water breaks on the beach of all places, as she stops to pick up a seashell and Bradley laughs that mommy peed her pants. It’s only the two of them of course; Ice teaching for the day, so Carole walks herself and Bradley back to their little house and manages to call 911 and the air base Ice is stationed. A neighbor she has gotten close to takes Bradley to play with their own children and Carole is loaded into the ambulance alone. She tries to hold in the emotions when the nice paramedic holds her hand through the contractions, tries to pretend it’s Nick, or even Pete or Tom and not this virtual stranger, but the sobs roll easily, the heighten hormones leaving her gasping in their intensity.

She is brought to a room and encouraged to relax, treated like a first time mom though she’s been through this before. Carole figures in a way this is like a first; Nick was at her side all through Bradley’s labor and delivery, cracking dumb jokes to make her laugh and promising her that she could kill him later for the pain his actions put her through. She remembered threatening a lot of bodily harm, even a threat to cut off a body part but the minute Bradley was placed in her arms she only felt love. Pure, unadulterated love in its strongest form. Would it be the same this time? Would she be moved to bliss like she was the first time she gave birth? Or would this poor little baby be placed in a crying mother’s arms, a mother filled with grief and pain? Was it fair of her to do this?

Carole doesn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts because Tom arrives then, flustered and out of breath like the normally composed man never seems to be. He zeroes in on Carole, seems to recognize her barest attempt at keeping herself together, and just goes right to her side. His hand grabs hers and squeezes, as though he hopes to transfer all the strength he holds in his muscles to her, as though he is willing to transfer his very life himself if only to help her through this. Carole manages a smile, albeit a small one since a contraction decides this is the best moment to strike, as she looks to the blond pilot next to her and thanks him for being here at her side. Tom only says there is nowhere else he’s rather be.

Tom is the rock at her side through it all. He calls her neighbors to check on Bradley and informs not only her own parents but Nick’s as well about how the labor is going. They all try to catch the next available flights but they won’t make it in time, something that Ice has the good graces to not correct her on when Carole foolishly hopes her mother will be in California in time for the baby’s arrival. Tom even manages to get a message out to Mav, using some favors he stockpiled to have the call made through all the way in the middle of the ocean. There’s nothing Pete can do from the ship but it still brings a little relief to Carole’s jumble of emotions that at least the dark haired pilot knows what’s going on.

As the hours progress, Carole expects Tom to leave but he never does. He takes a few breaks to relieve himself or take a second to sit but otherwise he’s with her through it all, though he makes sure that Carole knows if she wants that to change, if his presence isn’t welcome, he will leave at her slightest hint. It warms the blonde woman’s heart in a way she can’t imagine feeling, this man devoting so much to her and she rewards him by just holding his hand tighter. Carole asks Tom to tell her stories, anything to get her mind off the pain and the wait and Tom, though preferring silence and listening, spends hours telling stories about his beloved mother Emily. He admits that Carole reminds him of her, perhaps being why he clung so much to her and her little family, and how the pilot will never forgive himself for not being at his mother’s side in the end. When she sees tears in the man’s eyes, Carole doesn’t call attention to it, instead allowing Ice to pretend he is going for another coffee, instead of getting some air to get out of his own memories.

She’s in labor for 18 hours, pushing for two when the doctors start to contemplate a c-section. It’s the last thing Carole wants, and she tries to tell everyone in the room her opinions on the matter, but no one seems to be listening. Finally it takes her trying to physically get herself out of the bed for the doctor to allow a half hour more of pushing before they make the call. Determined now, Carole pushes with renewed vigor, burning up a sweat as she clenches and tightens her muscles trying to get this baby out.

When finally the pushing starts to work and the doctor lets her know that the time has come and the head of her baby is visible, Carole doubles down and uses every ounce of energy she has left to get this baby out. The pain is unimaginable, worse than she remembers with Bradley, though she’s not sure if it’s also from the ache of her broken heart that is making everything throb harder. She screams as loud as she can each time, so loud that she can’t even hear the doctor’s words from below her, but Carole can make out Tom’s voice over the white noise of it all. His tone is calm, almost commanding, though his icy blue eyes look widened and wild as he watches the miracle of childbirth right before his eyes.

Tom continues a mantra of how strong Carole is and how she’s almost done, how the baby is almost here when the call for one last big push is announced to the room. Carole yells as roughly as her body can managed, squeezes Tom’s hand with a pressure that feels like it could crack bone, and finally pushes with all her might when suddenly all the pressure that has been bearing down on her is relieved with a sudden clarity. The cries of a newborn join Carole’s own as the woman can’t seem to figure out if she’s happy or sad as tears run down her cheeks. Her limbs are so exhausted yet the blonde still manages to start flailing as she’s unsure if she’s grabbing for her baby or running away from it. She doesn’t move from the bed though, she physically can’t, and when the tiny human is placed on her chest, covered in blood but so very alive, Carole sobs as she realizes she has a daughter. Welcome to the world baby girl, is all she can think as she filled with the same love she had with Bradley and the same protectiveness. She is willing to do anything for this baby in her arms, this beautiful gift from Nick that she has been blessed to receive. She never wants to let her go.

Unfortunately, chest to chest only lasts a few minutes before the baby is taken away from its mother to be checked over. Carole moans when the little weight is removed from her hold and she looks up to see Ice’s eyes follow her daughter’s movements with the same worry Carole herself is experiencing. She urges Tom to follow the baby, and the man nods, stepping across the room to watch the clean up and weighing of the newest addition to the world. He is silent, eyes icy, posture straight and imposing, and Carole knows that her daughter will have a protector in Lieutenant Kazansky until the end of time. It’s not the same as a father, nothing will ever be, but it still warms her heart.

Carole doesn’t realize she’s crying again until Ice comes back over, wiping her checks easily and then grabbing a new towel to dry the sweat off her brow. He has been unfazed by everything she has thrown at him this day. Her tears, her screams, and her cries not scaring him but instead making him compliment her strength and resilience. Even now he congratulates her on her good job, on what she has managed to do, but Carole finds it hard to listen. A part of her wants to shove his hands off because he’s not the man that should be at her side, but another relishes in the touch, in the companionship, in not being alone.

She cries again as the overwhelming need to hold her daughter returns. She needs to hold her; she needs to see something of her husband before she rips out her own hair. The nurse brings a tiny bundle back, her daughter clean now and much quieter. She places the baby right on Carole’s chest once more and smiles, congratulating both Carole and Tom and informing them the baby is perfectly healthy. Carole sucks in a sob, taking in the widened eyes and soft lips of this beautiful baby girl in front of her. She can’t stop staring, can’t stop looking for the similarities between this baby and Nick, and can’t stop the tears at the similar nose as though it is the greatest gift she could ever receive. After what must be a few minutes but only feels like seconds, a new nurse informs Carole that she needs to be cleaned up before she is brought to a room, asking if Dad wants to hold the baby while they work on getting mommy settled. Carole immediately breaks down into harder sobs, to the point her baby is removed in fear she could hurt her with the way Carole’s full stomach constricts with her emotions. The nurse looks confusingly over at Ice and sees that the man has blanched and paled, looking guilt as though it is his fault that such assumptions of the baby’s paternity was made.

Before anyone else can react, Carole’s mother enters the room in scrubs, having blown more money than she ever spent in her life to get to her daughter as quickly as possible. Carole cries anew at the sight of her mother, and Tom uses the distraction to slip out of the room, sure that he is not needed anymore. He doesn’t leave the hospital though, staying in the waiting room until Ann Kramer (Carole’s mother) comes outside and inform Ice that Carole and the baby are both fine and resting; mommy in her room and baby in the nursery. Ann gives Tom the tightest hug her small frame can manage and thanks him profusely for everything, saying how Carole admitted tearfully that she would have been lost without him.

Tom brushes off the praise easily enough, just happy that all the Bradshaws are doing well. He offers to relieve Bradley from the neighbors, knowing the little boy must be worried about where everyone went. Ann looks thankful and then says she should get back, no doubt wanting to help her daughter through the emotional gauntlet her hormones are probably raging within her. She heads back to Carole’s room and Tom moves towards the elevators before he decides to take a pit stop before he heads to the Bradshaw home.

He finds the nursery easily, standing by the glass window at the few babies housed inside. Tom spots the Bradshaw baby easily, her face already memorized to him; not needing the card to tell him which one she is. There was a tiny tuff of brown hair when the little girl was born, but it is covered now in her newborn cap, her body wrapped up just as snuggly in the hospital issued blanket. Her eyes are closed and her little face peaceful, creating an image of angelic serenity in a sea of hospital craziness. Tom knows he might never see another image so beautiful in his life, perhaps only if God grants him the miracle of having his own kid, but even then he’s not sure. He is so in awe of this child in front of him, so in awe of the strength of her mother, of how life can be so cruel and yet so kind to the same people. Tom finds that he loves the little baby slumbering in the nursery with every part of his heart, as though she was her own. He will protect her for life, feels he has to, and finally Ice begins to understand what Pete meant when he explained his own feelings of love and protectiveness with Bradley. Both Bradley and his new little sister have experienced the suffocating loss of a parent at the youngest of ages, it is the rest of the world’s duty to not let them drown from this loss, and Tom intends to exert this job until the end of his days.

Then his eyes catch the name card.

He knew Carole wanted to name the baby Nick for a boy and Nicole for a girl after their father, and there on the card is the name Nicole.

But there’s another name in front of it.

It seems his stories about his mother made some kind of impact because the name Emily Nicole Bradshaw is written in a lovely print right there on the basinet in the nursery. The sight of it takes Tom’s breath away. The letters in Emily are purple and swirling in a whimsical way that reminds Tom of a princess in the fairy tales his mother always loved to read to him. His heart pings with the ache of remembering his mother, and of the gratitude towards Carole for giving him this tiny gift. She had already mentioned him being godfather, a title he was beyond honored to be asked for despite the fact he didn’t think he was worth of, but this, this little name for this little girl, was the most amazing present Tom could have ever received in his life. He doesn’t think he can ever thank Carole enough.

Knowing the best way to start is to make sure her son is just as safe and taken care of as the rest of the family, the blond pilot decides to take his leave. Tom takes one more glance at the sleeping beauty resting peaceful within the basket before he heads for the exit of the hospital, his own tears falling silently upon his stoic face.

He looks up naturally to the sky once he’s outside, sees the warm halo of the sunshine above and hopes that Nick Bradshaw is up there, looking down on his family. “I promise I’ll always protect her” Tom says aloud, not carrying if anyone else hears as long as the WSO can. “I promise I’ll always protect all of them” he amends and then, as though someone is actually listening or perhaps his exhaustion decides to play tricks, the sun seems to get brighter. Taking it as a sign, Ice smiles and continues to his car, hopeful that Goose approves of his new vows.

Notes: So now we see the start of Emily and her godfather Ice. I love writing a soft Tom and IcePops is going to be a growing theme in this story. Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!

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Oops Chapter Eight: Oh My God They Were Roommates

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Pairing: ex!rooster x afab!reader, best friend!jake x afab!reader

TW: pregnancy, angst, I think that’s it

Summary: Bradley continues to make you swoon and Jake crosses a line.

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You stretch as your eyes flutter open and the events of last night come rushing back. So much for not giving the wrong idea. Your hand comes to rest on your bump and you slowly sit up, staring ahead at the wall. Maybe you should be treading lightly with Bradley, but last night was the best sleep you've gotten in weeks and you have a feeling it won't be a one-time thing. 

Your feet touch the ground and you stand up slowly, careful not to lose your balance. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and yawn as you pad down the hallway and into the kitchen. You're met with a smirking Phoenix and roll your eyes. 

"I don't want to hear it." You mumble before she has the chance to speak. 

"What is with you and Rooster jumping the gun? I didn't even say anything!" She exclaims and you shoot her a look.

"You were going to." You point out and she shrugs. "I was just going to say you look well-rested."

You snort loudly and make your way to the sink to fill a glass with water. "Something tells me my sleep habits aren't the most pressing thing you have on your mind."

She nods with a look that tells you she knows she's been caught and you sigh. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N. He's going to want more." She reasons and you lean back on the counter while taking a sip of water. 

"I know. It was nice though, pretending for a while. It was like a glimpse of what it could be like." You explain and she nods. 

"I can't say I blame you. If a man showed up with gifts based on a comment I made in passing, I'd fold immediately." She chuckles and you give her a small smile. "Do you think you'll try to work it out?" She asks and you move to sit at the table. 

She sets a plate of pancakes down in front of you and you mutter a quick thank you before taking a large bite.

"I don't know. At first, this was going to be strictly co-parenting, but if this is how he's going to continue acting, then maybe. It's not like I ever really got over him and it'd be nice for our kids to grow up with parents that love each other." You say in between bites and she hums in agreement. 

"The two of you were always great together, and he's amazing with kids. Regardless of what's happening with the two of you, he'll be a great dad."

You nod in agreement and Phoenix laughs at the way your cheeks resemble a chipmunk with the large bite of food you just inhaled. You finish chewing and stand to place your plate in the sink before turning back to her. 

"I know what Bradley is capable of. Right now it's just a matter of seeing if he'll do it consistently."

Right as you finish your sentence, the doorbell rings and you frown at Phoenix. She gives you a look to say 'I don't know' and you shuffle to the front door. You crack it open just enough to see who it is and your heart swells. 

You pull it open the rest of the way and are met with a smiling Bradley. He steps inside and you close the door behind him, leaning up against it. His hands are hidden behind his back and your eyebrow quirks. 

"What are you doing here at 8 am on a Saturday?" You question and his smile only grows. Your eyes widen when he shows you what he's holding and you stare up at him. He's got the prettiest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen in one hand and a Starbucks cup in the other. 

"I saw these and they made me think of you so I bought them." He says holding the flowers out and you take them tentatively before smelling them. "I also stopped to get your favorite coffee on the way." 

You frown slightly and stare at the cup. "I don't think I can have that." You tell him and he shakes his head. 

"Google said it's okay for pregnant women to have 100 mg of caffeine a day and I did some digging to make sure this has less than that. You're safe, I promise." He explains and Phoenix shoots you a look with raised brows behind his back.

You take it with a grateful smile and go back to the kitchen to look for a vase. Before you can get too far into your search you feel large hands on your waist and turn around. 

"Go sit and relax. I'll take care of the flowers. They're a gift, not a task." He orders and you raise your hands in surrender before moving to the living room to plop on the couch. 

You look over at a smiling Phoenix and she places a hand over her heart while pretending to swoon. 'Marry him' she mouths dramatically and you laugh out loud at her theatrics,

"It's just coffee and flowers, Phe." You whisper and she crosses her arms over her chest. 

"Is it?" She chides in a hushed voice, but before you can respond Bradley is back with the beautiful arrangement. He sets it on the coffee table and sits next to you, reaching down to give your belly another fist bump. 

He looks up at you with a smile so bright it could chase away the darkest night and you clear your throat. 

"Is there another reason you're here?" You ask and he looks at you like it's the most obvious answer in the world. 

"I just wanted to hang out with my two best girls and little dude. Is that okay, mama?" He responds and you try desperately to fight off the heat creeping up your neck at the sentiment and nickname. 

"No, that's fine. It's just pretty boring and I figured you'd have better things to do with your weekend." You tell him softly, a hint of insecurity creeping into your voice. Being five months pregnant with twins isn't exactly thrilling.

His features softens and he reaches out to brush your tangled hair out of your face.

"Hey, there is nothing in the world I’d rather be doing. I promise. I know I was a Grade A asshole in the beginning but I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to the three of you, okay?" He tells you gently, and there's so much conviction in the statement you can't help but know he's telling the truth. 

"Okay." You concede with a nod and he kisses your forehead. The three of you watch old re-runs for a while and eventually, Bradley breaks the comfortable silence. 

"I thought since we know the genders we could go shopping today. If you're feeling up to it." He offers and you glance over at him with a shocked expression. 

"Um, yeah. Sure." You agree and he nods with a smile before turning back to the TV.

You hang out for a while longer and around 11 you decide to get ready for the day. Bradley watches as you waddle off and Phoenix kicks him in the shin. 

"Ow!" He exclaims with a scowl. "What the hell was that for?"

Phoenix rolls her eyes and leans forward, staring the man down. "You know she's going to fall back in love with you, right? I mean, she's always loved you. That much is obvious. I'm talking about in love. Like, marriage and a house and probably a couple dogs." She states and Bradley nods slowly. 

"Yeah, that's the goal." He admits and Phoenix smiles. "Good. I miss the two of you together." She nods and Bradley grins back at her. 

In your room, you're busy trying to decide on a dress to wear. None of your old clothes fit anymore and you make a mental note to buy some maternity jeans. You set the dress down on your bed when your phone rings and smile down at the picture of you and Jake. 

Your finger swipes to answer and you bring the speaker up to your ear. 

"Hello?" You greet and you're immediately met with a distressed Jake. 

"Are you and Bradshaw getting back together?" He rushes out and you frown. 

"What?" You ask, genuinely baffled and you can almost hear him pacing back and forth. 

"Phoenix said that he came over last night with all this stuff and stayed until you fell asleep. Are the two of you a thing again?" He elaborates and you close your eyes in annoyance. 

"No, Jake. We're not getting back together. Not right now at least." You assure him and he practically whines on the other end. 

"Not right now? What the hell does that mean? Are you planning on it? You do remember the way he was tre-" He starts to ramble and you cut him off. 

"Yes, Jacob. I remember. I also remember that he was a great boyfriend and that he's the father of my children. I know you're protective, and I appreciate it, but I need you to realize I'm a big girl that can make my own decisions. You need to trust my judgment." You sigh and Jake scoffs. 

"It's kind of hard to trust your judgment when it comes to him considering that's how you got yourself in this situation to begin with." He snaps and anger floods your nervous system. 

You know he doesn't mean it like that and it's coming from a place of concern, but it still pisses you off. Your grip on the phone tightens and your eyes squint, even though he can't see you. 

"You know what? Fuck you, Jake. You're not my dad, I don't need you judging my choices or trying to control them. Mind your own business." You snap before hanging up on him.

Jake wishes he could take the words back the second they leave his mouth. He knows he's overstepping, but you're like his little sister and he hates seeing you struggle. 

You finish getting ready and Bradley's eyes light up when you come back to the living room. 

"You look beautiful." He breathes and you give him a blinding smile. 

"Thanks, Roos. You ready to go?" You ask and he nods while standing. The two of you make your way out to the bronco and he helps you up into the passenger seat. The ride to the store is comfortable and before you know it, he's parking and helping you out of the truck. 

The second you step into the store, Bradley's eyes go wide. You can practically feel the excitement radiating off of him as he grabs a cart and you raise your eyebrows at him. 

"We need a cart?" You tease and he looks at you like you're crazy. 

"Um, yeah. How else are we supposed to buy everything?" He retorts and you laugh loudly. 

"How much are you planning on buying?" 

He shrugs his shoulders and starts towards the clothing section. "If you like it, it goes in the cart. We can buy the whole store for all I care."

You shake your head and catch up with him, falling in step with his strides. "Our kids are going to be so spoiled." You sigh and Bradley stops to look at you. "What?" You ask suspiciously and he just grins. 

"You've never called them ours before. I like it." He replies and your heart melts. If he carries on like this, what's left of your resolve is going to come crashing down. You reach out and squeeze his hand before walking again.

The two of you spend at least an hour just looking at clothes and by the time you move on, the cart is already half full. You watch as Bradley throws a baby Hawaiin shirt on top of the pile and sigh dramatically. 

"Do we really need all of this, Roo?" You ask exasperated and he glances over at you.

"Yes." He answers simply before crossing over to the bath section. He starts throwing bath toys in and you watch helplessly, well aware that you can't say anything to stop him. He gasps dramatically and whips around holding a rubber duck.

"It's dressed like a pilot!" He half shouts and you laugh. 

"Okay, we have to get that." You agree and he grabs another one before tossing them in the basket. "We need two?"

He looks at the cart and then at you before nodding. "They each need one." He decides and you don't bother arguing. 

You make your way through the rest of the store, filling up the basket as you go. You're looking at cribs and trying to figure out where the hell you're going to fit two of them when Bradley comes running up to you. 

"What'd you find?" You jest and he holds up a box. 

"These are like headphones that stick to your belly so you can play them music." He informs you while throwing them on the giant collection of baby items you've acquired. 

"And we need those why?" You ponder. 

"Because they need to have good music taste. I'm gonna introduce them to all the classics." He reasons and you nod slowly. 

"Classics like Great Balls of Fire?" 

Bradley breaks out into a shit-eating grin and kisses your forehead. "Exactly."

By the time you reach the register, you have half the store in your cart and Bradley doesn't even seem phased by the $400 total. He swipes his card with a smile and hauls everything out to the truck, refusing to let you touch a single bag. 

After helping you back into your seat, he climbs in and starts the engine. 

"Are you hungry?" He asks and you're suddenly aware of the rumbling in your stomach. 

"Starving." You groan and he grins as he pulls out of the parking space. 

"What do the three of you want?"

You mull over it for a second before perking up. "Wendys!" You exclaim and he laughs. 

"Okay, Wendys it is." 

He drives the two of you there and you make your way inside to order. Once you're sitting with a chocolate frosty, twenty nuggets, and a large fry, you finally seem content. Your happy go lucky mood quickly sours when you look at your phone to see 10 texts and 5 missed calls from Jake. 

Bradley notices your sudden shift in demeanor and stops eating. "What's wrong?"

You glance up at him and shake your head, debating on whether or not you should tell him. You finally decide that if this is going to work in any sense of the word, you have to be honest. 

"Jake was grilling me earlier about if we were going to get back together. I told him he needs to trust my judgment and he said that's hard considering I got myself in my current predicament." You mutter and Bradley tenses. 

"What did you say?" He inquires and you stare back at him across the table. 

"I said fuck you and told him to mind his own business." You reply casually and Bradley's eyebrows shoot up.

"Really? It's Jake." He frowns and you swallow your food before sighing. 

"I know. And I know he didn't mean it to come across as harsh but I don't need him micromanaging my life. What I decide to do has nothing to do with him." 

Bradley looks deep in thought for a minute before nodding in agreement. "Let's talk about something else. Take your mind off of it. Stress can't be good for the babies." He decides and you happily agree. 

"I was looking at the cribs at the store. I'm already halfway through, we should probably start figuring out what the living situation is going to look like before I get too far along." You suggest and Bradley blinks a few times before nodding. 

"Well, what do you want?" He asks cautiously and you shrug while shoving a few fries in your mouth. 

"I don't really know. What were you thinking?" 

Bradley looks nervous for a second like he isn't sure he should say something, before deciding to say it anyway. "I was thinking we could find a house and move in together." He tells you slowly, trying to test the waters. 

"Move in together?" You confirm and he nods. You think about it for a few seconds and you have to admit, you don't hate the idea. "What would that look like?" 

He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms before elaborating. "It can look like whatever you want it to. We can have a roommate situation if you want. Or we could live together like a couple. I just want to be there for you." He says and you stare blankly as you digest the words. 

"Plus," He continues. "I don't want to miss anything. I want to be there when they start kicking and when you need help getting out of bed. I really want to be there every step of the way when you go into labor and it'd kill me if I miss bringing them home and being a hands-on dad."

You swallow thickly as you mull over the idea. "It would be nice to have the help." You say quietly and Bradley smiles. "I think a roommate situation would be best. For now at least. Who knows what the future holds, but I don't want to rush anything." 

Bradley's smile only grows and he leans forward to take your hand. "It's all on your terms remember? Whatever you want or need." He reminds you and you nod. 

"Okay. We should start looking now. The process could take a while and I don't want to move 9 months pregnant." 

His hand squeezes yours and you smile back at him. "We can start looking when we get back to your place if you want." He offers and you agree. 

The two of you finish up eating and finally head back. Phoenix's mouth drops open when she sees the haul and she shakes her head. 

"You two are ridiculous!" She exclaims while waving her hands around and you throw your hand over your heart in mock offense. 

"This was not me!" You tell her and she plops down on the couch. 

"Whatever. Show me everything." She yells while clapping and Bradley starts dragging everything out.

Once she's seen it all, you pull out your laptop and start looking for houses. Bradley sits down and throws his arm around your shoulder while looking at your screen. 

The two of you browse for a while before you start to doze off and he smiles at the sight. He slowly takes your laptop from you and stands before scooping you up. You don't protest, too tired from the long day of walking around. 

He carries you to your room and tucks you into bed, kissing your head before quietly turning to leave. "Come back tonight?" You yawn and Bradley's heart skips a beat. 

"If you want me to." He offers and you nod before sleep overtakes you. He closes the door silently and tiptoes into the kitchen. Phoenix is already in there and she looks up from her phone when her friend walks in. 

"So, a successful day of winning her over?" She asks and Bradley shrugs while grabbing a bottle of water. 

"I think so. She agreed to move in together." 

Phoenix chokes on the chip she's eating and her eyes nearly bulge out of her skull. "What?!" She yells and he quickly shushes her. 

"Neither of us has room for two babies and I want to be there for everything. It's just as roommates." He explains and she rolls her eyes. 

"Yeah, that's how it always starts. The two of you are so getting back together." She insists and Bradley sits in the chair across from her. 

"At least someone supports the idea." He grumbles and Phoenix's forehead wrinkles with confusion. 

"What does that mean?" She implores and Bradley explains the situation with Jake. By the end of it, she's fuming and practically stomping around the kitchen. 

"Who does he think he is?" She hisses and he knows it's a rhetorical question but answers anyway. 

"He's always been protective. He drove two hours away to cuss me out when we broke up. He's just trying to watch out for her, but he's pushing his luck." He points out and she sits back down with a huff. 

"You need to talk to him." She declares and Bradley actually doesn't think it's the worst idea. 

"Yeah, I think you're right. I'll be back in a couple hours. If she wakes up find out what she wants for dinner and I'll grab it on my way back."

She nods in understanding and Bradley stands to leave. The drive to Jakes is filled with nerves. It's not that he's afraid of Jake, but he knows how important he is to you. He also knows that if you're forced to choose, you'll choose the father of your children and it would break your heart. 

He parks in the driveway and takes his time walking up to the front door. By the time he gets there, Jake is already aware of his arrival and the door swings open frantically. The blonde pilot sticks his head out and looks around with wild eyes. 

"Is she here? I've been trying to get ahold of her." He sputters and his shoulders drop when he realizes Bradley is alone. 

"Can I come in?" He asks and Jake gives him an incredulous look before slowly moving to the side. 

"Is she okay?" Jake immediately asks and Bradley turns to face him with his hands in his pockets. 

"She's fine. We were out shopping for the babies all day. She's taking a nap." He divulges and Jake sighs in relief. 

"She told you what I said, didn't she?" 

Bradley nods and Jake runs a hand down his face. "I didn't mean it. It's just... I hate seeing her hurt and the first breakup nearly wrecked her." He stresses and Bradley takes a seat on the couch. 

"I don't like seeing her in pain either, Jake. But right now the only one hurting her is you. I'm trying to redeem myself. She needs you, and she also needs me. There's no reason that there needs to be an issue with that." 

Jake sits on the loveseat across from him with a scowl. "How do I know you're serious?" 

Bradley refrains from rolling his eyes and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. "You know it's not your job to act like her parent right? Her old man is already an asshole that she's cut out of the picture. She doesn't need that shit from you too." He reminds the blonde pilot. 

It doesn't seem to do much so Bradley runs a hand through his hair and decides to just get everything out in the open. "We're moving in together. Is that serious enough for you?" He snarks and Jake's eyes shoot up to look at him. 

"Wait, when did that happen?" He wonders out loud and his teammate swallows before answering. 

"Today. Look, me and Y/N are in this together. If it happens the way I want, we're going to get back together eventually. We deserve to be a family. She deserves to have a happy family. Get on board or don't, it's not going to change the end result. However, it will affect her life and happiness and I don't want that." He lectures and Jake visibly deflates. 

"You can take a rest, Jake. You've been watching out for her and I appreciate it. But I'm back, and it's not your job anymore. Don't make yourself someone she needs to be protected from. If you want to be in these babies' lives, you need to chill." He warns and Jake seems to finally understand the reality of the situation. 

"Yeah, okay. Just tell her I'm sorry and to call me okay? I'll make it up to her." He relents and Bradley nods while standing. He walks over to Jake and shakes the man's hand, a silent truce between them. 

Nothing else is said as Bradley turns on his heel to leave and Jake watches as he goes. Bradley checks his phone to see Phoenix texted him what you want and he calls to place an order before starting in that direction. 

Everything is finally falling into place, and with Jake on board he can breathe a little easier. Bradley wants a future with you, and nothing and no one is going to stand in his way.

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[lovelybucky1]

Top Gun Masterlist

+ smut

$ fluff

# angst

! dark

jake “hangman” seresin x reader

headcanons + drabbles

NSFW Alphabet +

“you’re not in first place anymore” +

“i may hate you, but i’m not heartless” +

kinktober day 2- anal sex +

kinktober day 6- pegging +

kinktober day 9- hair pulling +

kinktober day 11- threesome (hangster x reader) +

kinktober day 18- knife kink (ghostface!hangman) +!

kinktober day 21- mask kink (ghostface!hangman)+

kinktober day 23- phone sex +

kinktober day 25- teasing +

kinktober day 26- exhibitionism (hangster x reader)+

kinktober day 31- predator/prey (ghostface!hangman) +

silly sex headcanon +

oral fixation +

pegging hangman +

laced up +

oneshots

eight second ride +

pete “maverick” mitchell x reader

headcanons + drabbles

NSFW Alphabet +

NSFW Alphabet “J” +

NSFW Alphabet “K” and “O” +

NSFW Alphabet “T” +

NSFW Alphabet “W” +

kinktober day 3- public sex +

kinktober day 5- femdom +

kinktober day 13- double penetration (icemav x reader) +

kinktober day 22- cheating +

kinktober day 24- daddy kink +

kinktober day 27- dry humping +

sub!maverick +

oneshots

Big Mistake +$

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x jake “hangman” seresin

headcanons + drabbles

“fuck you” “i’m flattered, but no thanks” +

kinktober day 16- degradation +

kinktober day 20- roleplay +

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

headcanons + drabbles

“lying doesn’t suit you, sweetheart” +

NSFW Alphabet “C” and “Q” +

NSFW Alphabet “Z” +

kinktober day 1- oral sex +

kinktober day 7- cum play +

kinktober day 11- threesome (hangster x reader) +

kinktober day 12- period sex +

kinktober day 17- size kink +

kinktober day 19- breeding kink (werewolf!rooster) +

kinktober day 26- exhibitionism (hangster x reader) +

kinktober day 28- sex pollen +

NSFW Alphabet +

pegging rooster +

tom “iceman” kazansky x reader

headcanons + drabbles

NSFW Alphabet +

NSFW Alphabet “C” +

kinktober day 4- lingerie +

kinktober day 8- choking +

kinktober day 13- double penetration (icemav x reader)+

kinktober day 15- praise kink +

kinktober day 29- dumbification +

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[amysteryspot]

hi! i'd like to ask prompt "tiny hands in big hands" with bradley bradshaw

thanks <3

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader (Honey from "Milk and toast and Honey", but you don't need to necessarily read it)

Warnings: mentios of past relationship (with Jake); suggestive sexual themes at the end, if you squint; no use of (Y/N); your friend is named Mary.

Word count: 229

A/N: I used Honey on this one because I was on the mood, hope you don't mind. Thanks for requesting &lt;3

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Follow my writing in @mysteryslibrary

Taking a deep breath you basked into Bradley’s warmth as one of his hands played with one of yours. Your relationship has always been this easy since you two started learning about each other, but in the past few months things seemed a lot more uncomplicated than before.

After discovering that the guy that has been hovering over your head like a dark cloud was one of Bradley’s friends and after your much needed confrontation with Jake, things between you and Bradley started to flow effortlessly.

It was so easy to be around him, to love him, and you thanked Mary for actually convincing you that all you needed was this—-an easy love.

“You’re thinking too much,” he mumbled against your neck, where his head was tucked.

You laughed at the ticklish sensation of his mustache on your skin.

“Am not.”

“Yes you are.” He said, propping himself up on an elbow to look at you, his other hand still playing with yours.

“Okay, so I am.” You smiled at him, making him roll his eyes. “What are you gonna do about that?”

“I can always distract you.” He says, lifting your joined hands to place a kiss at the back of yours. The difference in size was noticeable, your smaller hand engulfed by his.

“Then distract me.” You said, delighted by the smile on his face.

“With pleasure.”

#bradley bradhsaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun: maverick fanfic #amysteryspot #mystery writings

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Pike Birthday blurb party!

(Banner made by me I’m funny and a graphic designer)

Hello! It’s my birthday today and to celebrate I wanted to do a blurb party for the next two days, simply tell me the character for a reader insert and a prompt from the options listed below (18+)

Characters

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Bob floyd

Rhett Abbott

Bradley Bradshaw

Jake seresin

Tom Kazansky

Pete Mitchell

Jonathan crane

Thomas Shelby

Jackson rippner

Prompts

smut

Angst

Touch starved

Note: these will most likely be answered tomorrow as I have a party lol

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Jonathan crane #bob floyd #Rhett Abbott #Jackson Rippner #Thomas Shelby #thomas shelby x reader #Rhett Abbott x reader #Jackson rippner x reader #Jonathan crane x reader #evan buckley x reader #eddie diaz x reader #Bob floyd x reader #cillian murphy x reader #bradley bradhsaw #Bradley bradshaw x reader

[callsignmuse]

TOP GUN ROOSTER POV: 

You can’t sleep and it’s your first time spending the night with Rooster

Rooster keeps the air on full blast which gives you the chills instantly 

You were already nervous but the cold air blowing on your skin made your shaking worse

Since it was the first time spending the night Rooster wanted to make sure you were comfortable, honestly you were far too tired to drive home and way too tired for sex

The tv was playing in the background streaming the movie you had abandoned a long time ago

Rooster was already fast asleep next to you. His body was on a clock and once it reached that certain time there wasn’t enough caffeine in the world to hold his eyelids open 

You were hesitant to scoot closer to him but knew it was the only way for warmth

You turned towards him and buried your head in his chest almost forming a ball with your own body. 

His limp arm that was lying between you suddenly rose as he took in a deep breath and pulling you closer into his shirtless torso 

His skin was scorching hot to the touch, still working the sunburn he got earlier on the tarmac out of his system 

“Finally.” He mumbled as you gave in to him and let him hold you dearly to him. 

You gave him a small peck and forced your eyes to meet his face. 

His eyes were closed as he laid peacefully next to you. A small smile planted on his face as he missed the feeling of someone in his bed. 

“Goodnight Rooster.” You wished as you laid your head back on his chest where you felt the vibrations of small snores rattling inside. 

You closed your eyes and finally felt at peace. Bradley Bradshaw was guarding you tonight. Nothing else could matter but his touch on your skin. You could get used to this.

#rooster x reader #rooster #rooster top gun #top gun top gun maverick #top gun 2 #Bradley bradhsaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw x reader #lieutenant bradshsaw #lieutenant bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun imagine #top gun headcanons #miles teller top gun

[alissa3000]

Thinking about Jake or Bradley dating someone who works in ATC like idk maybe they do air traffic control w the military or just at a regular airport but idk i think it’s a fun idea 🫶

#bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradhsaw #bradley bradshaw x you #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #tgm x reader #alissa3000

[katieshook02]

“whats something you might hurt yourself riding on?”:

#miles teller #he lookin like a full 7 course thanksgiving meal #idk what it is about him in red but god almighty #keleigh you lucky girl #bradley bradhsaw #top gun maverick

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

ch. 5: A Safe Place to Land - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x nurse!reader

Summary: 4.6k words. After an unexpected breakup with her long-term boyfriend, y/n had one goal: to keep her head down and finish her travel nursing contract as soon as possible. That was until Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw derailed her plan entirely. Just as y/n finished picking up the pieces of her broken heart, Rooster came along and showed y/n what it’s like to be loved again–if only she’ll let him in.

chapter playlist: “Never Til Now” by Ashley Cooke and Brett Young, “You Matter to Me” from Waitress

Warnings: nothing crazy! lots of fluff, several pinches of angst, some cursing. multiple allusions to 18+ content & smut, but nothing graphic. i’m too much of a wimp to write smut but one day i’ll get there

a/n: hello hello! this chapter was a long time coming, but i’m so happy with how it turned out. i hope you guys like it!! thank u for ur patience & support xx

series master list | master list

The phrase “distance makes the heart grow fonder” is nice in theory. It’s a mantra y/n repeated to herself several times over the years when she missed her family and friends while traveling. She now found out that this mantra didn’t work as well when her not-boyfriend was somewhere on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean. 

In Rooster’s absence, y/n returned to her hermit ways. On her days off from work, she’d spend countless hours reading, binge-watching shows, online shopping, and her favorite activity of all: napping. She ventured to the beach a few times but found that it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable without Bradley by her side. y/n reminisced about Rooster spinning her around until they both got dizzy or dunking her in the water, just for her to pull him in after her until they were both soaked and sore from laughing.

Over the course of the three-week mission, y/n wore Rooster’s clothes more than she wore her own. The hoodie she stole was a staple of her nightly Netflix sessions and she often fell asleep in the shirts Bradley ‘accidentally’ left at her house.

The only thing that could tempt y/n off the couch in the evenings were the sporadic calls she shared with Bradley. She jumped every time her phone rang, leaping over the coffee table and sprinting towards the counter her phone was on, only to be disappointed when it wasn’t Bradley. The few times that he was on the other end of the phone talking to her made her forget all her woes.

There were a couple times y/n missed Rooster’s calls because she was at work. Aside from the sad sinking feeling inside, she felt like shit. Bradley always made sure to leave a voicemail. Though he did miss hearing her voice, he was never bitter when y/n missed his calls; she had a job to do, just like him.

y/n was comforted by the way her bed sheets still smelled like Rooster. Old spice and jet fuel and safety. She desperately clung to the remnants of Bradley’s lingering presence in her home. The night she felt the most alone was the same night her sheets stopped smelling like him. Despite her desire to hang on to any trace of Rooster, she was overdue to wash her bedding. She laid awake that night, tossing and turning in her fresh clean sheets. Had her bed always been this cold?

Instead of being lulled to sleep as she inhaled the comforting aroma as she’d done for the past two weeks, y/n found herself turning to Bradley’s voice for comfort. She had three months' worth of random voicemails he’d left her. 

His morning voice drifted from the speakers–the voicemail in question was delivered before 6 a.m. a little over a month ago. Rooster wanted to call to say good morning before a god-awfully early training session, but y/n was still fast asleep.

“Hey, baby. Just wanted to say good morning. It’s…” Rooster paused to look at the clock on his dash. “5:29 a.m. So you’re probably still asleep. Which is a good thing, because this is way too fucking early to be up and moving,” he cleared some of the morning grog from his throat. “Anyway… I’ll talk to you later. Have a good day, darlin’.”

y/n smiled warmly as his words rolled over her. She remembered how they spent the evening after his training. Bradley and y/n had planned to watch a movie or two at home, but they both fell asleep against each other on the couch by 8:30 p.m.

The next voicemail featured a very tipsy Rooster. y/n would dare to say drunk, but Rooster prided himself on not getting drunk because he was a self-proclaimed heavyweight. Lively chatter from The Hard Deck could be heard in the background. Bradley didn’t go out with his coworkers nearly as much as he did before he met y/n, so on the rare occasion that y/n worked night shifts, Bradley distracted himself from his loneliness by hanging around his old stomping ground.

“Hey! y/n! Oh, shit, you’re working,” Bradley pouted, suddenly remembering the reason he went to the bar in the first place. “I miss you. Pool isn’t nearly as fun without you,” he cut himself off with a chuckle then a heavy sigh. He wasn’t wasted, but he definitely wouldn’t remember this in the morning.

The rest of his words weren't quite intelligible. y/n suspected Bradley got roped into a game of darts or was handed another shot based on the groan he let out before the message ended.

The final voicemail y/n listened to before drifting off to sleep was from just a few days ago, directly from the aircraft carrier’s satellite phone.

“Hi, baby. It’s me.” y/n could tell from his voice alone that he was exhausted. The communications room on the ship was mostly quiet. Rooster all but sprinted there to be first in line to make a phone call home. There was a brief pause of silence before Bradley spoke again. “God, I miss you so much. I can’t wait to get back home to you… take care of yourself for me, okay?” Rooster sighed heavily.

At the end of the message, Rooster let out a deep exhale–like there was something else to say, but the words couldn’t quite escape his lips.

Bradley Bradshaw had been holding himself back from saying three little words since the day he was deployed. He almost told y/n he loved her right before he left her house the morning of his mission. In the peaceful quiet of the early morning darkness, Bradley realized he was irrevocably and unequivocally in love with y/n y/l/n.

He convinced himself that it would’ve been cruel to tell y/n he loved her for the first time just before he left for a mission. What if he didn’t come back? Not only would she be left grieving Rooster, but she’d also be stuck mourning everything that could’ve been. Bradley couldn’t bear to burden her with that.

So the words were left unsaid for the time being. Every time Rooster and y/n spoke on the phone, I love you was perched on the tip of his tongue. With each passing day, the words rattled around his brain and begged to be said out loud.

That all changed after a close call during one of the mission flights. Rooster toed the line between risky and deadly a little too haphazardly. He noticed the enemy missiles soaring towards him far later than he should’ve, but just in the knick of time to launch his own flares and avoid the fiery explosion. The aftermath of the missile attack sent Bradley into a mental tailspin.

Rooster concluded that dying without ever having told y/n he loved her simply wasn’t an option. A world in which y/n never knew just how much she meant to Bradley was unfathomable.

But she deserved better than being told I love you for the first time from a satellite phone with spotty reception. No, Rooster needed to be sure she heard every word he was saying. He needed her to see just how much he meant it; how his words were the absolute truth. He wanted–no, craved–to hold y/n in his arms and hold her gaze with his own when he finally confessed his feelings.

On the other side of the world y/n mindlessly scrolled through her email while one of Rooster’s vinyl records played softly in the background.

A few weeks ago, y/n got a record player for her house because Rooster stated that vinyl “just sounds better.” She rarely touched the record player; it was pretty much reserved for Rooster’s use exclusively whenever he was at her house. Of course, the compromise wasn’t one-sided. Rooster caved and bought a bluetooth speaker so y/n could play her seemingly countless playlists.

“Why listen to one album at a time when you could listen to a hundred different songs on shuffle?!” y/n argued enthusiastically. She was over the moon about Rooster’s latest purchase. The small speaker sitting on the kitchen counter had y/n pulling Bradley off the couch and into an uncoordinated dance.

“This is so stressful,” Rooster whined when there was an abrupt shift from Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” to “You Outta Know” by Alanis Morissette. If it weren’t for y/n’s wide grin and bright eyes, Rooster might’ve second guessed the purchase.

In Bradley’s absence, the record player was the only thing she’d been listening to music on. In fact, she was listening to Rooster’s albums exclusively. Less than a day had passed after y/n bought and set up the record player when he brought over a box of vinyl records. y/n sat on Bradley’s lap on her living room floor, his arms wrapped around her waist, as she thumbed through the box. Her eyebrows knitted together when she saw that more than half of the box was full of his favorite records.

“Roos, these are your favorites,” y/n said, confusion in her tone as she pulled out a Jerry Lee Lewis album to prove her point. “Why are you leaving them here?” Bradley nestled his head further into her neck and pressed a gentle kiss against her pulse point.

“So you can develop taste,” he teased jokingly. y/n scoffed and lightly swatted his arm with her free hand. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned y/n around in his lap to face him. “I’m over here a lot anyways. We can listen to them together,” he suggested before pressing a sweet kiss against her lips.

y/n’s reminiscing was cut short when three new emails stopped her in her tracks. Her stomach dropped when she realized they were all new contract offers from the travel healthcare agencies she worked with. Each of the contracts she was sent were in one of her ‘bucket list’ cities. One in particular was a contract she’d been hoping for for years–it was a specialty trauma center job in Boston. The other two contracts nearly made her eyes bug out of her head; the salary was almost double what she was currently making at the base hospital.

Three months ago, signing any of the offered contracts would’ve been a no-brainer.

When y/n was with Ethan, she factored his deployments and where he’d be stationed into deciding what contracts she would accept. But she never held back or hesitated to sign a dream contract thousands of miles away, even if it meant they wouldn’t see each other for quite a while.

From the very first moment y/n arrived at the Navy base, she couldn’t wait to leave. She was desperate to erase any trace of Ethan from her life.

Now? Her chest tightened just thinking about how far away each of the jobs were.

y/n had a wanderlust soul for as long as she could remember. She was happiest when she was on the move, jumping from city to city, coast to coast. It could be a lonely lifestyle, but it was something of her own. Something she could control. 

y/n wasn’t averse to commitment; she had a wedding board on Pinterest up until three months ago. Staying in one place and setting down roots never seemed to interest her though.

Not until now.

Now, she had something to stick around for. y/n couldn’t remember the last time she felt like she had a true home. The Navy base wasn’t her home, not by a long shot, but Bradley Bradshaw sure as hell felt like one.

For the first time, she considered staying.

The thought of her contract ending soon had been eating y/n alive for the past few weeks. The realization that staying at North Island, staying with Rooster, was an option threw her for a loop. She’d been on the go for so long that she forgot what it felt like to settle down. After that revelation, all of y/n’s missing pieces seemed to fall into place. The relief she felt was unmatched by anything she’d ever felt before. The weight of the world and her heavy heart vanished, replaced by a feeling of wholeness. Unfortunately, it was short-lived; killed off by a dark thought creeping into her mind.

What if Rooster didn’t want her to stay?

After pulling into y/n’s driveway, Rooster shut the door of his bronco as quietly as he could. He fished the front door’s spare key from underneath a potted plant, unlocked the door, and shut it silently behind him. He found his quiet movements weren’t really necessary when he heard one of his ‘80s vinyl records playing loudly. The electric guitar riffs and heavy drum solos all but blocked out every other noise—save for y/n’s loud singing and the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen as she cooked dinner.

Rooster came to the end of the hall and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, watching y/n dance around while she used a spatula as a microphone. She looked so happy and carefree; Bradley almost felt bad for interrupting her solo dance party. Almost, but not enough to stop himself.

When there’s a brief pause in between tracks, punctuated by crackling from the record player, Bradley cleared his throat. y/n shrieked and jumped, her eyes shooting wide open as she flung the spatula in her hand with the force of an Olympic javelin thrower toward the source of the noise. Rooster narrowly dodged the projectile metal utensil flying past his head.

Bradley turned to y/n with a surprised smirk, impressed by her aim. Once she registered that it was Rooster standing in her kitchen and not an intruder (she’d been watching a lot of Criminal Minds to pass the time), her jaw dropped and she stood frozen in place.

Bradley and y/n hadn’t spoken in several days. With the mission coming to its end, Rooster was busier than ever. When he wasn’t flying, in briefings, or going over flight plans and strategies until his brain turned to mush, he was savoring every spare moment he could get to scarf down a meal in mere minutes or sleep.

Bradley told y/n he’d be back in North Island on a Friday. That was true at the time. Just over a week into the mission, plans changed. The timeline was moved up, making the crew substantially busier, but it also meant they’d be back to the base on Thursday, a full day earlier. Rooster might have left out this development during the brief phone calls he shared with y/n.

When the shock wore off, y/n launched herself at Bradley, nearly knocking him backward in the process. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms were linked behind his neck, clinging to him like her life depended on it. If it were anyone else, Rooster might’ve protested the way y/n’s limbs constricted around him tighter than he thought possible, making his muscles ache and his lungs strain for air. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was y/n.

So, the aviator held her just as tight, burying his face into her hair and pressing gentle kisses throughout. Bradley hoped that the hug could tell y/n everything his words couldn’t.

y/n let up from squeezing Rooster to pull back and look at him. Her eyes dotted across his face in disbelief, like she wasn’t sure he was real. Her fingers traced across his sun-kissed cheeks, memorizing each new freckle, before ghosting her thumb over his bottom lip. The heavy beating of his heart against her chest and his calloused hands rubbing the bottoms of her thighs let her know he was really there. Bradley delivered a pinch to her ass with a smirk, further solidifying that she wasn’t dreaming.

She was still at a loss for words, so she did the next best thing. y/n kissed Bradley hard and deep, mustering as much of the three weeks’ worth of longing as she possibly could into a single kiss. She was quick to take charge as their tongues danced together, but Rooster soon gained dominance. He backed y/n up against a wall, his muscled thigh holding her weight as one hand tangled in her hair and the other explored the curves he’d missed so dearly. 

Their lips stayed locked until they damn near turned blue. Both of their eyes were wild as they pulled apart. Few words were exchanged before they began stumbling towards y/n’s bedroom, only making it halfway before they collapsed onto the couch.

The dinner on the stove was long forgotten.

Bradley laid in a daze on the couch, chest rising and falling as y/n grabbed water from the kitchen for them. He propped himself up on his elbows just in time to see y/n sauntering back in wearing his old Navy t-shirt with a glass in each hand. He licked his lips as he took in her appearance. Her hair was a mess, thanks to him, yet it still framed her face in breathtaking trusses. Her swollen red lips were almost as gorgeous as the mischievous grin she wore, her eyes glimmering as she took Bradley in.

He sat back in awe, his lips parted in the dopey grin y/n occasionally teased him for. This is it, he thought. Rooster hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since his days at UVA, and even then they were few and far between. Technically, he and y/n weren’t dating, but he was ready to spend the rest of forever with her.

Once Bradley’s haze wore away, he remembered one of the many things he’d been planning to ask y/n once he got back. His fingers brushed against hers as she handed him the glass of water before she curled into the other end of the couch with her feet resting in Bradley’s lap.

“So… I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Bradley began while he gently massaged her calves. “The Navy ball is in three weeks. I honestly don’t like going to these events, but I’m in the running to win an award so I have to at least show my face. I was wondering… if you’d like to go with me? As my date?” he asked hesitantly. Rooster hoped y/n didn’t catch the way he nervously gulped in between sentences.

y/n looked like a deer caught in headlights. She was hoping to delay this conversation for another day at least. She just wanted one night to exist in their happy little bubble. But reality was bound to set in, whether she liked it or not.

Maybe this is when the other shoe drops, y/n thought. Things had been so good, maybe even too good, for the past few months. All good things come to an end, and she feared this was it.

So, she sucked in a breath and put on a brave face. She’d gotten pretty skilled at masking her emotions over the years, but Bradley saw right through her. He was always able to, right from the beginning.

“Roos, I would love to, it’s just um… my contract, it uh- it ends in a week,” y/n finished meekly, rushing the words out. It got really quiet then.

More emotions than y/n could count flashed across Rooster’s face before he finally sat up straight to look at her, his eyes never wavering from her face. His heartbroken look had her regretting every second she didn’t let him know she’d be leaving soon.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bradley asked, his voice quiet. y/n couldn’t meet his eyes. She looked down at her hands twisted in her lap and willed the water rimming her eyes to go away. When her tears started to fall, Bradley moved down the couch and held her face, gently wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

y/n sniffled and met his eyes, placing her hand over his against her cheek.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me while you were away,” she smiled sadly. “I didn’t want to distract you, and I didn’t want to mess up what we have going here. I don’t want to mess up what we have,” y/n emphasized at the end, holding Bradley’s gaze and making sure he heard her. She was bound to cry harder if she stayed on the same train of thought, so she switched to the facts.

She told Bradley about her contract, its duration and her official end date. She told him what her options were going forward and about the three new contracts she’d already been offered. Rooster heard what she said, but it wasn’t all processing. He was lost in his head and maybe caught every three words. y/n took a deep breath before she spoke again.

“I was thinking about-“

“Stay.” Bradley blurted out, eyes wide once he realized what he said out loud.

“-staying,” y/n finished with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He took the words right out of her mouth.

Bradley, whose mind was still running a mile a minute, hadn’t processed y/n’s admission yet and dove into an on-the-fly plan to talk y/n into staying.

“You could find another contract around here! Or extend the one on base? You could take some time off. You could stay with me for a bit! Or I can help you with rent if you’re worried about that when you’re not working. Shit, that’s a lot, but the point is-” Bradley continued, bordering on manic, his hands waving around as he spoke mostly to himself.

y/n shushed him and cupped his face in her palms, just like he had moments ago.

“Bradley, did you hear me?” y/n asks slowly, enunciating every word. Rooster huffs.

“Unfortunately, yes. Your contract is almost over and you’re leaving,” he left out the “me” at the end, but there was an unspoken understanding that it belonged there. The typically confident and bright-eyed aviator looked heartbroken and lost. y/n hated that she made him feel like that, even for a second.

“No, Brad. I mean yeah, my contract is almost up, but I’m thinking about staying. If you’ll tolerate me hanging around,” y/n said with a wink, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Are you serious?” Rooster’s face is void of emotion, just wide eyes and a slack jaw as he waited for her answer.

“Yeah, if that’s oka-” before y/n could finish, Bradley jumped off the couch and scooped her up with him. He spun them around in a dizzying circle, pressing his lips against hers with a force that almost rivaled their earlier kiss in the kitchen.

y/n laughed as Rooster peppered kisses across her face when he finally put her down, keeping his hands planted firmly on her hips even after he was sure she had a stable footing.

“That’s okay with you? If I stay?” y/n asked with a hesitant grin, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. She found none.

“That’s more than okay. That’s- that’s everything,” Bradley chuckled breathlessly, pulling y/n into him by her hips. With her face mere inches from his, he rested his forehead against hers. “Please don’t go,” he whispered, eyes shut as he held his breath.

“I think I can manage that,” y/n said with a cheeky smile. Bradley chuckled again; deep and full and happy. He pulled her against him and locked his lips with hers until his lungs ached.

The burning reminded him of his brush with death on the mission and all the things he would’ve never been able to say. When their lips finally pulled apart, Bradley held y/n at arm's length so he could look her in the eye.

“I love you,” Bradley stated like it was a fact. Because it was. y/n gasped, one hand gripping his arm tight as she took a step back in shock. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath, but his head was absolutely clear. Bradley recognized the shock and maybe even a hint of fear on y/n’s face and he understood. Hell, he was scared out of his mind when he first realized just how in love with y/n he was. He smiled and shook his head, tracing his fingers soothingly along her exposed skin. “You don’t have to say it back, but I just need you to know. I love you, y/n.”

Tears brimmed y/n’s eyes and her face cracked into a wide smile.

“Take me to bed, Bradshaw.”

Rooster and y/n’s legs were tangled together underneath her sheets as they came down from their respective highs, both deeply sated.

y/n was absolutely spent—it had been a rollercoaster of an evening. Her eyes were on the verge of fluttering shut, her hair was wildly spread across the pillow, and a thin layer of sweat covered most of her skin. Rooster was certain she’d never looked more beautiful. y/n would’ve scoffed at him if he said that out loud. Moonlight streamed through the open window blinds, highlighting y/n’s features. It also illuminated a hickey Bradley was sure she’d give him shit about later, but for now, he enjoyed the sight.

Bradley ran his fingers through y/n’s hair and kissed her temple before speaking softly.

“y/n, baby,” he cooed quietly to get her attention. In her tired state, y/n simply offered him a small hum and turned into his chest, giving him what remained of her attention.

“How would you feel about making things official?” Rooster asked as casually as he could, poorly veiling his anxiousness. y/n laughed breathlessly and entwined her fingers with his before rolling halfway on top of him. She reached up to caress his jaw with her free hand, finally opening her tired eyes to meet his.

Bradley was nervous. He was holding his breath; y/n knew this because his chest wasn’t moving anymore, she could only feel the steady thump thump of his heart beating against hers. Whether y/n knew it or not, she held Bradley’s heart in her hands. It was hers to break or have forever, and this was the deciding moment.

“I’d like that a lot,” y/n whispered, a sleepy smile spread across her face before she closed the gap between them.

“Good,” Rooster said gruffly against y/n’s lips before he flipped her over, pinning her beneath his body once again. y/n’s contagious laughter cut through the darkness as Bradley’s mustached lip traced down the side of her body.

Three months after the most fateful ER trip of his life, Rooster had never been so happy to have his arm sliced open and get stitches. He’d been on the run for most of his adult life; he forgot what it was like to have a home. For the first time in a long time, staying still didn’t terrify him. Bradley thanked his lucky stars that the woman wrapped in his arms decided to stick around and settle down with him.

After flying solo for so long, Bradley Bradshaw finally found a safe place to land.

a/n: AHHH?!? pls lmk what y'all think!! there's one final part for this series -- the ✨epilogue✨ i'm so excited about it omg. have a good day & stay safe luvs <33

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun: maverick #bradley bradhsaw #nurse!reader #rooster x y/n #bradley bradshaw x y/n #a safe place to land

[missathlete31]

While you were sleeping has been popping up everywhere in stories and on this website lately so obviously my mind decided to make it an AU possibility.

It’s a little out there but I think it has potential 🙈

Jake Seresin, a down on his luck MTA worker, looks forward to one thing every morning- when the dark haired older man in a bomber jacket greets him with a smile as he gets on the train. Every day Jake waits for that smile, spending the rest of his shifts dreaming up what his life would be like if he ever got the chance to date that gorgeous guy.

Then on Christmas, the man of Jake’s dream is pushed and falls on the tracks. Jake immediately jumps in to save him, going as far as to follow the man to the hospital. Thanked and congratulated for being a hero, Jake is sent on his way, when he can’t help mumbling wistfully (and jokingly) about being the man’s fiancé. A nurse overhears and thinks he’s telling the truth and suddenly Jake is whisked in to meet the man’s family.

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell might not have a lot of blood relatives but he has friends who care for him, despite not being around much after changing professions a few years ago. They are all shocked to meet Jake, and to hear Pete is engaged. The Bradshaws in particular, Nick, (Mav’s best friend and former partner before he left their firm) and his wife Carole, are eager to hear all about how the two came to be. Jake spins a tale of love but his story sidetracks when the Bradshaws son Bradley appears flustered and running into the hospital room. With wayward curls, an 80s mustache, Hawaiian shirts and a snarky attitude, Bradley Bradshaw should be the last person to catch Jake’s eye but as the two start to spend more time together waiting for Pete to wake up, Jake can’t deny that his feelings are becoming more complicated than he thought. Add in the fact that any minute Pete can wake up and expose all his lies, it’s no wonder Jake is bordering on a nervous breakdown.

A budding romance, a web of lies, and a family ready to embrace him until they learn the truth, Jake has a lot to share with his fiancé about what happened ‘while he was sleeping.’

Thanks everyone for your support on these. I get so nervous posting them and then I think no one really likes them or cares. I know I’m not the writer type but maybe they will inspire others at least!! 💗

#top gun maverick #glen powell #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #top gun #top gun hangman #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun: maverick #dagger squad #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #bradley bradhsaw #miles teller #tom cruise #while you were sleeping #top gun au #I keep saying these ideas and yet I never write them #hangster #hangmav #top gun fanfiction #top gun movie

[fandomxpreferences]

Me and Ashley had absolutely nothing wholesome to say about these GIFs by the way, so I will share them with you, so you can enjoy them too

#miles teller #glen powell #Jake seresin #bradley bradhsaw

[lovelybucky1]

C & Q for Bradley please?

request NSFW headcanons here!

warnings: gender neutral reader, unprotected sex, cum play, breeding kink, semi-public sex

masterlist

C- Cum

bradley bradshaw loves to cum inside. if he had the choice, he’d cum in you every time you had sex. he loves to fill you up, to feel your tight, hot body milking every last drop out of him.

the first time you let him fuck you without a condom, he lasted about thirty seconds, but he made up for it by cleaning up his mess with his tongue until he was ready to go again.

rooster dabbles in some cum play. he likes to keep you full after he cums, preventing it from leaking out. he’ll cover your hole with his hand, push his fingers inside, or maybe put a toy in you.

on a few occasions, he’s filled you up before going out for the night and put a toy in you to keep his cum inside, acting as a reminder of who you belong to.

along with rooster’s love for cumming inside you is a breeding kink. weather it’s possible or not, he loves the idea of filling you up and claiming you in the realest sense.

if you were having sex and you told him to put a baby in you, you’d be in for the best fuck of your life. he’d go deep and hard, making sure you feel every stroke. he’d be possessive and you’d certainly have some kind of reminder of him in the morning (besides the baby he put in you).

Q- Quickie

if there’s one thing to know about rooster, it’s that he’s a needy boy. if you’re together, you’re the only one he wants. you’re always on his mind, he’s always thinking about you in some capacity, and being the horny young man he is, it’s often times not family friendly.

rooster tends to get lost in his thoughts, especially when he doesn’t have a distraction. he will work himself up with fantasies of you until he’s achingly hard and desperately needing you.

more often than not if you’re in public, rooster will ask you for a quickie because he indulged himself too much. weather you agree or not is a different story.

sometimes you’ll give him what he wants. you’ll have him follow you at a distance to the bathroom in the hard deck and you’ll let him fuck you or do whatever else he wants to get off.

other times, you’ll deny him a quickie, either because you can’t sneak away without getting caught, or sometimes just because you want to see him suffer. good boys know how to wait, after all, and rooster begging to fuck you in public isn’t exactly good behavior.

as a compromise, you’ll let rooster fuck you before going out to hopefully keep him content, but that often backfires because he spends the rest of the night thinking about how good you felt and sounded, and how much he wishes he could have you again that instant.

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