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lcahwriter · 2 years

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“Bradshaw’s Girl”

Pairing: Platonic Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, and Bradley“Rooster”Bradshaw x reader (non descriptive reader, no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.6k

TW: Cat-calling, creepy dude, swearing

Summary: You’re dating Bradley, but when he’s not there to protect you, Jake is.

“You know whose girl that is? Bradley Bradshaw’s.”

Authors Note: Just a fun oneshot for everyone. You all know Im a slut for protective men :)))) Hope you enjoy :)

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The large sandy beach was packed with people. Everywhere you looked you saw sweaty bodies in swimsuits. Some people were laying in the sand like you- others were swimming or eating their weight in ice cream from the nearby Snack-Shack.

You made the trek to the beach when Rooster invited you to come watch him play volleyball with his pilot friends. You gladly accepted, looking forward to seeing your sweaty boyfriend shirtless for a few hours.

He looked fucking gorgeous, just as you were expecting. His muscles were glistening with sweat. Your eyes followed every line and dimple on his body until there was nothing else left to inspect. His body was killer, but god damnit, his smile with that heavenly laugh- now that was deadly.

You sighed and laid back on your elbows, planting them in the sand. You were wearing a tiny bikini so that your body was on full display- partly for sun tanning and partly to tease the shit out of Rooster. You were a good 30 feet from the volleyball game – but you could see Bradley sneaking glances at you.

You caught his eye and waved at him, only for him to get hit in the chest with a volleyball seconds later. He grimaced in pain and you busted out laughing immediately.

“Pay attention Bradshaw!” Yelled Coyote, slapping Bradley behind the head.

“Can’t help myself.” He said smugly. He shot you a toothy smile and turned his head back to the game.

You felt your stomach grumble and let out a low rumbling sound. You were fucking starving, and the ice cream everyone was chowing down on looked like the perfect treat.

You stood up and wiped the sand off your butt and legs the best you could. You slipped on jean shorts and glanced back at the volleyball game. Bradley was engrossed in the competition now- and he somehow looked even more sweaty than before.

You trudged to the light blue Snack Shack, determined to find ice-cream. You walked up to the shack and looked up at the weathered menu. The place was crowded, and there were groups of people all around you. You saw groups of girls your age, families with babies and toddlers – and retired couples all around.

Your eyes wandered to the left of you where a group of men around your age were gathered in a circle eating ice-cream. You made eye contact with one of the men, causing you to look away immediately.

You crossed your arms over your chest self-consciously and inched forward in the line. You could feel the group staring at you.

“Hey baby, I saw you lookin at me.” The mans voice was so fucking cocky, it made you want to punch him in the face. You pretended you didn’t hear him and bit the inside of your cheek nervously. You could hear the men laughing at their friend for being ignored.

You sighed and stepped further up in line away from the group. You fucking hated college aged boys. Always hanging out in groups – always trying to get laid. It was disgusting really. You felt relieved when you finally made it to the window to order your ice cream.

You giddily took the large ice-cream cone from the worker. Your mouth was watering before you even took your first lick of it.

You started licking the ice-cream and turned around to go back towards your tanning spot. You hadn’t forgotten about the unwanted attention from the group standing nearby, so you kept your head down as you walked past them.

“Aw come on baby don’t leave in such a rush!” The same man from before called out behind you. The speed you were walking increased, and your heart started to beat faster.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” He was catching up with you now, you could hear his feet padding in the sand. You came to a complete halt and turned around angrily.

“Fuck off, I’m not interested.” You seethed. Normally you would never confront a man who was harassing you- but you were in a very public place – and you were supremely pissed off.

“I saw you checking me out.” He countered back. You took in his greedy brown eyes and stout build. You shook your head at him in disbelief.

“It’s called taking in my surroundings, idiot.” Your ice cream was melting in your hand now, but you didn’t dare keep licking it since you knew the man would have something disgusting to say about it. He inched towards you, causing you to immediately shuffle backwards.

“You have a dirty mouth, don’t you? Let me take you—” Before he could finish his sentence you felt someone come up behind you. You jumped and looked back to see Jake eyeing the man in front of you. Relief settled over you.

“Shit where did you get that ice cream? It looks delicious.” His voice was friendly, but he quickly glanced down at you with concerned eyes. You didn’t know him well, but you knew that Bradley trusted him with his life. You subconsciously stepped closer to the tall blonde.

“Hey man, we were actually in the middle of something.”

You scoffed at him and shook your head. Men were un-fucking-believable. As much as you wanted to talk back to him, you knew Jake had a better shot of diffusing the situation.

“Oh were you? That’s too bad.” Jake said, his voice now laced with sarcasm. He started to guide you away, his hand lightly touching the top of your shoulder as you both turned.

“Don’t act like a fucking whore if you aren’t willing to give it up.” The man sneered. You ignored his comment and kept walking, but Jake stayed still. Fuck. Before you could stop him, he turned around.

“You look familiar, you in the Navy?” Jake asked, his head tilting slightly. You watched as the strangers face paled at Jakes comment.

“Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes.” Jake stepped closer to the man. You stayed behind him; your body now frozen in fear of Jake setting off this temperamental idiot.

“Well, you know whose girl that is?” Jake pointed back at you. “Bradley Bradshaw’s.”

“I don’t know him.” The stranger said. You noticed his greasy fists were balled at his sides.

“Well, he would be really pissed off if he knew you were bothering his girl.” Jake threatened. “And honestly, you’re really starting to piss me off too.” Jakes usual playful voice was now twisted with anger.

“What are you going to do about it?” the stranger challenged, taking a full step towards the both of you. You swore under your breath. Jake moved completely in front of you, blocking your whole body from the creep.

“Do you really want to find out?”

You peaked your head around Jakes tall frame. The man looked at Jake, and then to you- and finally back to Jake.

“You’re not worth my time anyway.” He sneered. You weren’t sure if he was referencing you or Jake. But it didn’t matter anymore, because he turned to walk away.

“Fuck.” You said, letting out the huge breath you’d been holding in. “Thank you. I tried to tell him to fuck off but obviously that didn’t work.”

“Yeah, he’s a piece of work.” Jake mocked in his usual joking tone. He motioned towards the volleyball court and started walking. “And no problem sunshine, I could tell something was up.”

You gave him a small smile and tried to clean up all the ice-cream that melted over your hands. Fucking asshole had to ruin your ice-cream too.

You twisted your lips with the realization that you had just been harassed at the beach, when all you were trying to do was get ice-cream. You looked down at your swimsuit and couldn’t help but want to cover up.

You were about to part ways with Jake and go to your beach bag when a very sweaty Bradley approached you both.

He was all smiles, but when you and Jake didn’t immediately return the same enthusiasm, he frowned.

“What’s up?” Your boyfriend asked, his eyes slightly narrowed. You sighed in frustration.

“Nothing.” You said, not wanting to ruin a perfectly good day any longer. Now Jake was the one scoffing.

“Try again.” Jake said, looking at you with his arms crossed. You shot him a death glare. Bradley was looking between you both in confusion. He had never seen you and Jake interact this much before, which probably confused him further.

“Some asshole was harassing her.” Jake said in annoyance. You watched as Bradley’s eyes grew wide with anger, and then with concern.

“Did he touch you?” Bradley’s eyes were dark, and his bare chest was turning red with anger. You shook your head immediately.

“No baby. He was just saying gross things.” You mumbled. “Jake stopped him before he could do anything.”

Jake smiled proudly and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll point him out to you if I see him on base tomorrow.” Jake looked at Bradley with devious eyes.

“Please don’t. He’s not worth that kind of attention.” You said, licking the last bit of your ice-cream cone. “I am pissed about my ice-cream melting though.” You looked at the cone sadly and grimaced at the stickiness on your hands.

Both men seemed to ignore your request and continued on with their plan.

“Well thank- you Hangman.” Bradley said, a small smile on his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Sounds like a date.” Jake slapped Bradley on the shoulder and walked past you both.

You let out a big sigh and leaned your head against Bradley’s tall frame.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asked, wrapping his arm around your bare shoulders. You finally relaxed and let your shoulders slouch.

“I’m okay.” You said back. “Let’s just go home?”

Bradley’s warm eyes looked down at you. They were a mix of concerned and tired. He leaned down to kiss you on top of your head.

“Lets do it baby.”

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#jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #hangman x reader #hangman onshot #rooster oneshot #protective hangman #protective jake seresin #protective rooster #top gun maverick #top gun fan fiction

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fandomxpreferences · 2 years

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Macho Man

Pairing: RoosterXFemale!reader

TW:swearing, violence, some guy being a creep, that's it I think. let me know if I missed any.

Summary: Rooster has never been the jealous type, but he’ll damn sure protect what's his. A man who unknowingly set his sights on the wrong woman learns this the hard way.

Word Count: 1,656

A/N: protective rooster really does it for me and I feel like its a really underused trope for him. also I apologize for switching between their names and callsigns so much but using just one seems too repetitive lol. I know this gif obv isn’t top gun but it’s the first thing I thought of and it makes me feel things

You were currently standing between Rooster's legs leaning against his chest at the Hard Deck. His hands were around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder. The dagger squad had decided to get drinks to celebrate the success of a mission they had just gotten back from and Hangman was deep in a game of pool with Coyote. You felt Rooster stand up to join the rest of the squad after hangman sank the 8 ball. "Hey babe, I'm gonna go get us more drinks. Does anyone else need a refill?" You asked turning to the group. You were met with a chorus of answers and took note of who said yes and who declined. You stood on your tippy toes to give rooster a kiss. "I'll be right back. Don't miss me too much" you said with a smile. He grabbed his chest dramatically and made a face as if he was in pain, before responding."Every second without you is agony, my love." He said, pretending to faint. You laughed loudly at his theatrics and swatted him on his shoulder before turning to head to the bar. He smiled at your retreating figure before Hangman started talking behind him. He could almost hear the eye-roll Jake was giving. "Come on Romeo. Balls aren't gonna rack themselves." Bradley gave you one last fleeting glance before turning to the blonde man. "Alright, Bagman. Stand back and watch me kick your ass."

As you made your way up to the bar, you got Penny's attention and placed your drink orders. While you were waiting you noticed a figure come up beside you. You glanced over and shot them a small smile, not thinking much of it. Much to your displeasure, the young man took this as an invitation to start a conversation. "What's a pretty lady like yourself doing alone at the bar on a Saturday night?" He had a smile on his face as you looked him over that didn't sit right with you. It reminded you of a predator baring its teeth as it stalked its prey. He was obviously a young new pilot as he was wearing his service khakis and had wings pinned to his lapel. You shifted nervously before glancing over to look for Bradley. He was busy bantering back and forth with Jake and hadn't noticed the man that was now staring you down waiting for a reply. You cleared your throat and willed your voice to be strong before answering. "I'm actually here with my boyfriend and a few friends. I'm just getting everyone refills."

Any hope you had of deterring him was soon replaced with annoyance as you noticed this only seemed to spur him on. He seemed to take it as a challenge as he snaked his arm around your shoulders and leaned in closer. "Well, I don't see him anywhere. Why don't you forget about him and let me show you what a real man is like?". You smiled trying to contain your temper. You didn't want your night to be ruined just because of some cocky asshole. "I'm not interested. The only man I have eyes for is my boyfriend." You noticed his eyes darken and his smile falter at his failed attempts to take you home and started to get nervous. He wasn't taking no for an answer and you were starting to worry about what length this man would go to. You maintained your smile trying to de-escalate the rising tension. Right when you thought things would hit a boiling point, Penny came over to hand you the drinks before turning back around to deal with the packed bar. You stood to leave, telling the man to have a good night. Before you could grab the drinks and head back, he stood up pushing you back into your seat a little too hard.

The group had been talking and laughing when Phoenix looked over at the bar. You had been gone for a while and she was starting to worry. Her eyes landed on you and she frowned when she noticed the man standing a little too close and the expression of annoyance mixed with discomfort on your face. Hangman noticed her shift in demeanor and followed her line of sight. He slowly smirked as he leaned on his pool cue. "Well, well, well, Bradshaw. Looks like you have some competition." Rooster glanced up confused before looking to see what Hangman was talking about. His gaze hardened as he saw you standing next to a man with his arm around your shoulders and a smile on your face. He didn't miss your subtle shift away from him or the way your face carried an uneasy expression, but he stayed in his place. He trusted you and knew you could handle your own.

Jake couldn't help but rub salt in the wound."Jealous much, Rooster? You gonna do something or stay on your safe little perch?" He quickly shut his mouth when he saw the death glare Rooster shot his way. "Jealousy is wanting something that's not yours. I'm territorial over what's already mine. I trust her and she knows that." He continued with his game but kept his eyes on you. Every second you kept talking to the man without removing his arm Rooster got more irritated. The rest of the squad also began to get worried watching the interaction as it was out of character for you. Even Jake was concerned at how long the conversation was lasting as his eyes shifted from Bradley to you and back again. It wasn't until Rooster saw you try to exit the conversation only to be shoved back in your seat that he saw red and threw his pool cue down. The rest of the daggers watched the altercation unfold, their eyes widening. They didn't have time to react before Bradley was storming towards the bar. Hangman and Coyote jumped into action, following close behind to provide backup if it was needed. After a few seconds, the shock passed and the rest of the group quickly caught up.

Your eyes widened as you hit the seat and felt the man's hand tighten on your shoulder so hard you were sure he'd leave bruises. Before you could say anything, the man was ripped backward and thrown to the floor. Bradley had already landed a couple of blows and broken the man's nose before you snapped out of your shock. You jumped up trying to get his attention. "Bradley, enough! He's not worth getting arrested or discharged!" He stopped and looked at you, not releasing his hold on the now bleeding man. His eyes were wild and he was breathing hard. He was about to stand up when the man opened his mouth again. "Maybe you shouldn't let your bitch out of your sight if you're going to let her dress like a whore." If Bradley was seeing red before, his vision had gone completely black now. He had never understood how someone could kill in a fit of rage until this moment. He felt like a feral animal as his blood rushed in his ears and he fought the urge to rip the fuckers throat out with his bare hands. Hangman and Coyote scrambled to control the situation before Rooster caught a murder charge. Bradley mustered all the self-control he had before lowering his face to be even with the man and growling, "If I see your fucking face again, I will finish what I started. Are we clear?" The man's eyes widened and Bradley turned to the other men. "Get him out before I bury him."

Hangman and Coyote grabbed the man and threw him out while you got Bradley to his feet. His eyes softened when he looked at you and the adrenaline and anger were replaced with worry. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked frantically before looking you over. You grabbed his hands stopping him as you peered up at him. "I should be asking you that. Your hand is bleeding and you have to fly tomorrow. What if you broke it?!" You exclaimed with wide eyes "What if he presses charges? You could get kicked out of the navy or worse, arrested!" He pulled you into him and laced his fingers through your hair. "I'll talk to Mav about it tomorrow. It'll be fine, the guy had It coming and I have a whole bar of witnesses to back me up. My hand will be bruised but it's not broken. I'll be okay." You sighed before relaxing into his touch. "You didn't have to do that. You could have just kicked him out." He pulled back to give you a soft kiss and look into your eyes.

"Nobody puts their hands on you. Ever. There's nothing I wouldn't do to make sure you're safe. Now, what do you say we close our tab and get home, sweet girl? I need to get ice on this and we need to shower and cuddle. I won't be able to relax until I can check you over and make sure you're okay." You smiled before laughing and nodding your head. "Whatever you say, macho man." He gave you one last kiss on the head before calling over Penny and handing her his card. You waited patiently before Bradley turned around and grabbed your hand to lead you to the parking lot. He opened the door and helped you climb into his bronco before shutting the door and jogging to the driver's side. The ride home was comfortable, and you broke the silence as he turned onto your guys' street. "You know, as reckless as it was, it was also pretty hot." He looked over at your smile as he put the truck in park in the driveway. His eyes darkened as he raked them down your body and back up again. "If you think that was hot, wait till you see what the evening has in store for you, pretty girl." Maybe this night wasn't a bust after all.

#rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #protective rooster

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mapled-penitentiary · 1 month

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religon (hangster)

rooster was born and raised in the mitchell-kazansky house. its- eccentric, to say the least. there are notes scrawled over the table reminding maverick of his meetings. ice's shoes are lined straight near the door. its controlled chaos.

but when hangman first walks into the home, it isnt these small, minute details that jump out at him. its bradley's fingers brushing across a small mezuzah on the doorway to the house. he pays no mind. if theyre jewish, thats fine by him. it remains in the back of his mind until he comes back to the house a second time, and he spots the golden cross necklace on one of the windows. it takes him by suprise.

back in texas, the cross adorned every wall. a grey one stood above his bed, its shadow landing on jakes body as he slept in his bed. it reflected from his mothers neck as her words of poison spit out, and stayed in the background, silently surveying the scene as jake seresin ran away from his father, begging for him to stop.

here, though, in this house, it just calmly rests. it watches over the little family from its place hanging on the window.

when he stays for dinner the first time, he expects there to be prayers. there is none. he isn't unsettled, though. it just seems normal.

months pass, and slowly, jake takes up the customs that bradley does whenever he goes the the mitchell-kazansky house. he taps the mezuzah, and puts on the small kippah when he's invited to shabbos.

in the background watches the small golden cross, gleaming in the pale sunbeams that filter through the windows.

for the first time in how many years, he doesn't feel like a sinner. maybe not a saint, sure, but he knows he can turn his back to the small golden cross and just like the mezuzah, it will protect him.

#leafies top gun stuff #top gun maverick #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #hangster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun 1986 #topgun #bradley raised in a calm loving enviroment where religon is greeted with pride #and jake is made to feel guilt #only to be healed and finally told its alright #i am not christian #but i am jewish #jake is accepted for who he is and you better belive they would protect him from anything

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flowersonmymind1016 · 5 months

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Jake: Your son has been in good hands.

Icemav: We didn’t want him in any hands!

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangster #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #they’re protective of their boy

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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I lost one of my chickens :( she was caught and carried away by a fox... I’ve been growing complacent about my chickens’ safety I think because we’ve only had one other attack before, a goshawk that swooped in abruptly (unsuccessfully), but no fox sightings nearby so I’ve been assuming Pandolf was a great deterrent. Which he is, just not foolproof. I’ve talked to some people in town about this and they were pretty philosophical about foxes stealing chickens, like “it’s the tribute we pay to woodland animals, it’s just a few hens here and there.” I don’t begrudge the fox for being a fox, if anything I have a renewed respect for foxes because everyone I talked to proceeded to give me their best / worst fox stories, and most of them involved foxes outsmarting humans (learning people’s habits / timetables, opening latches, faking a limp...) Still I feel terrible for my hen, she was only three. RIP Cordy :( You’ll be remembered fondly... (except by the cats.) I feel bad for the other hen too, who just lost her pal!

When I said that last thing, one of my neighbours jumped on the opportunity to try and convince me again to accept a rooster from him. He had a rooster baby boom last summer and I’ve been telling him for months that I don’t need a rooster, I don’t want to raise chickens I just want eggs, and his new argument was that a rooster would protect my hen (or if it comes to that, would heroically sacrifice himself rather than let the hen be eaten—I’m sceptical...) I asked around for a young hen but there aren’t any to be had in this season, so my remaining one is going to be alone until the spring, and my neighbour said she’d get stressed and male company is better than no company. (I wish I could ask my hen what she wants! Maybe she’s penning A Coop Of One’s Own as we speak.) I said the rooster was more likely to stress her out and harass her and he said nah they’re free ranging all day, it’ll be fine, and he’s young so your adult hen will boss him around. I was like, but then will he be any good at protecting her? etc. etc. and after a while I caved in.

When I told her about this on the phone my mum sighed “you’re terrible at saying no”—excuse me, I said no so many times and the guy just kept ploughing on until he could foist a rooster upon me. I’m good at saying no, other people are terrible at hearing it! I reassured her that I had only agreed to take the rooster for a short probationary period, and if he bothers my hen too much I’ll drive him back to his native farm. My mum was like “Drive him back? look I’m sorry I raised you as a city kid but there’s no need to waste gas on driving a rooster around, I’ll have no qualms about wringing his neck for dinner if he’s more trouble than he’s worth.” The rooster’s fate is not sealed though, if he is anywhere from vaguely useful to not actively problematic I’ll keep him, so we’ll see...!

#if i return him where he came from he'll end up eaten anyway #prove yourself rooster! escape your fate #to go back to the fox attack; my other chicken went to hide in the barn (which is always open and they were not far from it)#and i thought she'd been eaten too because i couldn't find her anywhere. until i heard her clucking to herself anxiously #i called her and she clucked louder in response but refused to come out of her hiding place #after 10min of playing marco polo with a chicken in the barn i finally found her huddled at the bottom of #the large basket i use to store kindling #and pandolf & i went to look for cordy although i didn't have any hope #and we ended up finding feathers quite far away in the woods #i was very impressed by pandolf's ability to follow the fox's smell ! i've been teaching him 'cherche' but he's not that good at tracking #or not motivated enough when it's just for fun #but since he failed in his duty to protect his flock i guess he was suddenly very determined to be #a good dog in some other way and he was sniffing the ground so seriously #sorry the post was already long and i'm writing another one in the tags!

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 1 year

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The first time Rooster brought Hangman to one of Maverick and Iceman’s “Reunion” barbecues that they liked to have in the summer with the guys from the Top Gun ‘86 class, he was an absolute wreck.

He liked Hangman. Hell, he was head over freakin’ heels for Hangman. So the last thing he wanted was for him to get scared off by the shovel talk all the rest of his uncles would want to give him.

Rooster: ” - Hey Mav, have you seen Jake?”

Maverick: “Yeah, I think Wolfman and Merlin are talking to him about his truck.”

Rooster(takes off running): “NONONONONONONO...!”

(later)

Rooster: “...Where’s Jake?”

Iceman: “He went inside with Slider to get some more drinks from the basement.”

Rooster(would’ve gone through the sliding glass door if Maverick hadn’t opened it first): “SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT...!”

Iceman(to Maverick): “Should we tell him we told the guys to go easy on him because we already vetted him?”

Maverick: “He’d never believe us.”

#hangster #hangaroo #hangman x rooster #top gun maverick #icemav #Rooster Knows He Has Protective Uncles #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #tom kazansky #pete mitchell #top gun #rooster bradshaw #hangman seresin #iceman kazansky #maverick mitchell

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fireinmoonshot · 1 year

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A tugging on B’s hand and switching places when walking down the sidewalk because they don’t want B walking next to the busy traffic with Rooster!

Bradley was protective about the things and people he loved. You had known that from the second you met him. It was one of the things you’d first noticed. He was a guarded man, hurt from the past, hurt from things he was too young to really remember clearly, but when he made the choice to let someone in, he would protect them with everything he had.

Especially for those people lucky enough to be someone he loved unconditionally.

Over time, that was what you had become to him.

It meant that Rooster spent a lot of his time protecting you. Sometimes intentionally, but mostly unintentionally. It just came to him naturally, and sometimes he never even realised.

He didn’t really realise when the two of you were walking to grab breakfast with a few friends. He’d had to park the car a few blocks away, unable to get a park anywhere closer, which meant the two of you had to walk.

Bradley wasn’t huge on PDA, but the one thing he did like to do was hold your hand when you were walking together. He already had a hold on your hand, so it made it easy for him to tug your hand and switch places with you so he was the one walking closer to traffic.

You looked up at him, a bit confused at why he’d just switched places. “You good?”

He looked at you, his expression blank. “Yeah?”

“You just switched places with me.”

Bradley looked between you and the road. “Huh,” he chuckled. “I guess it was just instinct so you wouldn’t be walking next to the road.” He gave your hand a squeeze. “Didn’t even realise I was doing it.”

You smiled at the thought that him protecting you was just instinct now. “Well, thanks for looking out for me, honey,” your voice was full of your amusement, but also appreciation.

He smiled too. “Easiest thing in the world, angel.”

#dedicated to the person that replied to one of my other bradley fics saying they liked protective bradley!!#top gun #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

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paxdracona · 10 months

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So is this a Goose lives kind of deal? Time travel? Who knows, I certainly don't :) Goose is there and he and Bradshaw junior have the (to Mav) both annoying and endearing habit to square the fuck up whenever Mav gets looked at funny

(And Mav is touched, honest, but he also can take care of himself just fine, and isn't afraid to express that (and usually they listen, which is nice) ('Seriously, keep it up and I'll transfer far, far away from you guys (affectionate but serious)' 'Ice agrees with us, so good luck with that'))

#top gun #top gun fanart #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #my art #i mean geese and roosters aka the Most Intense birds you can imagine when protecting shit #i have a need okay

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fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur · 1 year

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Maverick: If Hangman is even slightly mean to you…

Rooster: Yeah. You’ll murder him. I know.

Maverick: I was going to say I’d send him a strongly worded DM, but murder’s fine too.

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pollyna · 7 months

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au in which the opening of Admiral Kazansky's will leaves Bradley with a call he wasn't expecting to receive and all a new chapter of Maverick's life that unfolds in front of him.

('They used to date. Almost a serious thing. Tom was going to ask him to move with him or something that day Pete decided to break up with him. In his studio there are tons of video where you call him Uncle Ice. He was a good man. He did everything right and never left the heartbreak show to Mav, even that time when he asked Tom the best way to propose Penny." Sarah/Slider/one of Ice's kid tell him, in front of a cup of tea. "He had a big heart, but most of it was always dedicated to Pete Mitchell. No question asked.")

#or the universe that's more close to the movie canon #bradley rooster bradshaw #all the life that unfoldes #tom iceman kazansky #he's dead. sorry.#unrequited love #it doesn't work out but ice never stops loving or protecting mav #past icemav #past relationship #implied #pennymav

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lcahwriter · 2 years

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Running (Part 1)

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader

Word count: 5.2k

TW: Anxiety, past abuse, stalking, mentions of sex but no actual smut.

Summary: You ran across the country to the place you knew you’d be the safest- with Maverick on a Navy base somewhere in California. Your plan was to lay low until the coast was clear - but then you met Bradley Bradshaw.

Will you be able to escape the man who was determined to find you? Will you be able to keep Bradley safe? To fall in love again?

COMPLETED SERIES! Masterlist <—

Authors note: Holy shit, this has been a fun one to write. Please enjoy!

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It was 4pm on a Tuesday, the slowest day of the week at the Hard Deck. You mundanely polished the shot glasses that sat on the bar counter. Despite slow days being your least favorite – you were still thrilled to be working and not stuck alone at Mavericks house.

The Hard Deck and the navy base were the only places Mav allowed you to go to alone. Well- allowed was a harsh word. It was more of an agreement between the two of you. You knew it wasn’t safe to be alone right now, as much as you longed for the freedom. It had been 4 months since you moved in with Mav. He was like family to you- and when shit hit the fan you knew he was the right person to seek refuge in.

“Scrub those anymore and they might just disappear.”

You grinned and looked up from the shot glass. It was Bradley, a customer now turned… somewhat of a friend who was very easy on the eyes. He was wearing his usual outfit of perfectly fitting jeans and a Hawaiian shirt that complemented his sun kissed skin. You’d only seen him in his navy uniform once- he said he hated the attention it brought. You wanted to tell him he still got the attention of everyone in the room without it – but you figured he’d been flattered enough in his lifetime.

Bradley introduced himself 3 months ago on the night of your first shift. He had tried to ask you out a few times now, but you had so far successfully denied all his advances. It’s not that you weren’t attracted to him, because holy shit you definitely were. It was because you knew that if he really knew why you were here. He would want nothing to do with you.

“Another dad joke to start the evening with?” you teased him and set down the glass. You found it hard to know where to look at him since his black aviators covered his eyes. You settled on his lips- which was a big mistake. He noticed where you were staring by the looks of the tiny smirk appearing on his face.

“I was just stopping by to see how my favorite bar tender is doing.” Bradley’s voice was flirty as he leaned up against the bar and took a seat. You couldn’t help but keep grinning. He was a big flirt and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention. As well as the company. Finding friends, the last four months was basically impossible.

“I’m doing just dandy Bradshaw.” You said whilst filling up a glass with his favorite beer. “Same as usual.”

Bradley scoffed.

“Not giving up much information. Same as usual” he mocked back at me. You rolled your eyes and slid the beer over the counter to him. Bradley had started to ask more questions the last few weeks. All questions that you really couldn’t answer.

“Why are you living with Mav?”

“What brought you to California”

“What did you do before bartending?”

“What’s your family like?”

“Okay fine, I am happy to report I went to the movies today.” You said confidently. Hoping that this bit of personal information would satisfy him. He looked at you through squinted eyes.

“You went to a movie today? Like before work?” He questioned. There was amusement behind his eyes. You crossed your arms.

“Yes, at the theatre on base. So what? There’s nothing wrong with a good movie before work.” Bradley let out a giggle and you shot him daggers with your eyes.

“Well, I would say most people go to the movies at night and on a weekend - definitely not at senior discount hour on a Tuesday” He grinned widely.

“Unbelievable – I finally tell you something about my day and you make fun of me for it.” You still hadn’t uncrossed your arms, but your lips were curving into a small smile.

“I think its adorable.” He says, taking a sip of his beer while beaming at you. You tried to hide your blush by looking down.

You gripped the edge of the counter when the flattery you felt turned into a deep, lulling fear in your chest. The man who was after you used to take you home and beat you if a man like Bradley complimented you at a bar.

You swallowed and tried to shake off the fear. You knew you were safe here. Maverick knew you were safe here too. The Hard Deck wasn’t a military base, but it might as well be. The place was always crawling with military men and women. No one would be able to hurt you here. Not without a fight anyway.

“You okay?”

You shook yourself out of the trance you were in when you heard Bradshaw’s voice.

“Fuck, yeah I’m sorry.” You said, rubbing your hand through your hair quickly. “Just zoned out” You said, trying to convince him you were alright.

“If the flirting is crossing the line…” He began to say but you cut him off.

“No!” You might have said that a little too quickly. “I mean. No, I like us flirting. I just- my head was somewhere else just then.” You reached over the counter and cupped your hand over his for a moment before taking it away. He looked shocked at the gesture. You honestly were surprised at yourself too.

It was the first time you’d ever touched him. He was so warm and rough- but somehow still so gentle. You were trying your god damn hardest to ignore the tingles in your hand.

A group of 6 or 7 people walked up to the bar and you thanked GOD that you somehow had an excuse to walk away from the awkward as shit conversation you were having. You flashed Bradley a smile before turning around quickly to attend to the rowdy group of customers.

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You burst into the small kitchen making a B-line for the fridge. You didn’t even bother to acknowledge Mav’s presence at the kitchen table. All you could think about was water. You filled up a glass of cold water before hastily bringing it to your lips.

You looked over your glass to see Maverick looking at you questionably.

“Try to run a mile again?” he asked.

“Two miles for your information” you retorted before filling up the empty glass once more. Your body was aching, and sweat was dripping from your forehead.

“Why do people run? Dear god its torture I swear.” You sat down at the table across from Maverick, finally feeling yourself calm down from an embarrassingly short run.

“Your therapist said it would be good for you right?”

A pang of shame popped into your chest. You nodded anyways.

“Something about helping with the anxiety.” You murmured, avoiding eye contact.

Mav was the closest thing you had to a father. Yours jumped ship as soon as you were born. But you always remember Mav being there. Between deployments and military orders, he would come by and take you and your mom out for ice cream- or to the movies. You were pretty sure your mom was in love with him at one point. But she still won’t admit that.

You missed her. But staying with her wasn’t an option. Not until this was all over. You were safest at a secured area.

“Have you heard from John?” you questioned hopefully.

John had been working with you and Maverick since you arrived in California. He was supposed to be the best private investigator around. You fucking hoped he was anyways, because neither you or Maverick could afford to pay him much longer.

“He texted me an update last night.” Mav sat back in his seat and ran his hands through his thick brown hair.

“He told me he’s still trying to recover the deleted pictures from your phone and home security cameras. He has tabs on Tim in Colorado. He is laying low there for God knows what.” Mavs jaw was clenched for a split second. You hardly ever saw him angry, but when Tim was brought up, he immediately soured – as did you. “Said once he recovers the files it will be enough evidence the Feds will have no choice but to move in on him.”

You nodded and bit the inside of your cheek. You had to involve the feds because Tim was a lead investigator at the police department in Virginia. You had tried to report him locally before- but somehow Tim would find out and nearly kill you. He had convinced everyone you were a “crazy” girlfriend. It was a hopeless situation. Until you finally ran.

“Still can’t believe an audio recording of him threatening to kill me isn’t enough.” You said sarcastically and stood up.

Mav shook his head and looked at you with sympathetic eyes. You had discussed this at length before. There was nothing either of you could do besides keep you safe and wait for John to gather evidence.

“You working at the bar tonight?” He asks. You nod.

“Yup. I better get in the shower. I’ve gotta be there by 3”

“Call me if you need me kid” He yells as you walk up the stairs of the tiny base housing.

“Always!” you shout back with a small smile on your face. You tried to ignore the aching in your chest from the conversation about Tim. Working at the Hard Deck tonight would be a good distraction from reality. Plus, you made more money there than you ever did as a Kindergarten teacher.

Your room at Mav’s place was small, but it was safe and that’s all you really cared about. You got ready for work, trying your hardest to convince yourself you weren’t wearing jeans that made your butt look good for any reason other than that they were comfortable. The tight red tank top that showed a lot more boob than you usually put on display- well that was definitely for Bradley Bradshaw. There was no denying that.

You knew you would never let him really know you- and you were pretty sure he knew that too. You were just a tease- someone he could never have. Someone nobody could have – at least not for a long time. Bradshaw was interested because he didn’t know you – once he found out you were running from a Psycho ex- he’d run like hell the other way.

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It was Saturday night so naturally; the bar was packed. Penny was working with you tonight, which helped relieve some of the anxiety you felt about the lines of people waiting for drinks. You had only been able to talk to Bradley for a few minutes before being swept away in craziness that was Saturday night at the Hard Deck.

“Hey sweetcheeks, can I get a beer?” You looked up to see Jake, or Hangman as he had so kindly informed you many, many, many times.

“Sure thing” You went to grab the 10$ bill in his hand but he snatched it out of your reach. You let out an annoyed huff.

“Give me a kiss first.” He taunted, leaning his cheek towards you as if you would actually kiss him. You would literally rather run a marathon. Which is saying A LOT. Even if it was just on the cheek.

You took advantage of his eyes being shut and ripped the 10$ bill out of his hand.

“Never in a million years” You glared at him. Jake groaned at his failed attempt in flirting. You wanted to punch him in the face more times than you could count. But his flirting was pretty much harmless, besides the constant mental undressing of you every time you were in his vicinity.

You looked over at Bradley who was glaring at Hangman from across the bar. He looked like he was about murder him. His hand was wrapped around his beer with a death grip. You sighed and decided going over to talk to Bradley was way more fun than getting Jakes beer in a timely manner. Bradley noticed you walking towards him – he sat up and his body visibly let go of the tension it was holding.

“Hey” you said stupidly. He let a small grin come onto his face. A much more refreshing look than the death glare he had seconds ago.

“Hey” he says back softly. You sigh and grab his glass before refilling it on the beer tap beside you. Bradley’s eyes poured into yours. They were so beautiful and warm. You scanned the rest of his face. It was a masterpiece really. And fuck, he looked so good in the plain white t-shirt he was wearing. You tried not to stare at his muscles- but you just couldn’t help yourself.

A loud shout and crash startled you out of your trance. Your body went ridged at the sound of glass shattering on the floor. You turned to see that the freshly washed glasses stacked on the corner of the bar had been knocked over by someone.

The shattering still rang through your ears loudly. Your heart rate started to pick up and you could hear your blood pumping in every single part of your body. Your head was pulsing – your heart was beating out of your chest. You tried to breath but instead you choked on air. You knew you were in the bar- but your brain thought you were back with him, trapped.

The pain was like no other pain you’d felt. Glass was all around you – you were covered in it. You looked down to see the clear shards turning a deep red. You could smell your own blood coming from all around you. You tried to get up from the glass but he was holding you there, letting you die –

“Y/N!” An arm shook your shoulder roughly. You looked up to see Penny with concern written all over her face. You started to breath faster. You looked past her to the glass on the floor, causing you to wince. Penny looked back at the glass and then back to you.

“What’s going on?” She asked gently, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. You backed away from her touch. You were somehow still standing, even with the panic rising in your chest. You looked to your right to see Bradley. Who looked like he was about to vault over the counter to get to you.

“Y/N…” he said with worry thick in his tone.

“I have to go.” You quickly said before dashing out of the bar towards the back door. You didn’t look back. You barely made it through the back door before vomiting in a bush to the left of the building. The anxiety was causing your stomach to wrench up all its contents. You couldn’t stop thinking about that night. The glass – the blood.

You sucked in air too quickly, time and time again despite your greatest efforts to calm your breathing. You slid down the cold wall of the building and tucked your knees to your chest.

You heard the back door open, causing you to flinch. Your eyes were so blurry from your tears you couldn’t make out who was there. You started to slide your body away from the figure.

“It’s Bradley.”

That made you stop. His voice was so gentle. So kind. You let out a loud sob between gasps for air. You could be embarrassed about it later.

“Stay away from me” You warn, as he walks towards you. He doesn’t listen and keeps walking. You wanted him to stay away – to go away. You didn’t want him to see you like this. He reached out his hand but you backed away harshly.

“Don’t touch me.” You said, shoving yourself against the wall in effort to escape him. He jerks back as if he had been burned by your words.

“Okay, I won’t touch you.” He said calmly.

He slid down the same wall you were against – but about 5 feet away. You breathed heavily.

“Please leave” you said, tears running down your face into your knees tucked under your chin.

This was so fucking embarrassing. You thought. You just wanted to disappear. How the hell were you supposed to come up with an excuse for freaking out over broken glass?

“I can’t leave you out here alone.” He says. You look up to see him staring at the night sky.

You shuddered at the thought of what could happen if you were alone. If he found you somehow. He would kill you.

Your thoughts got your body shaking again. Bradley noticed.

“What did you have for lunch today?” he asked. You popped your head from your knees to glance at him. He smiled softly when your eyes met him.

“Chicken nuggets” you replied, a shaky laugh left your lips. Bradley laughed loudly. “And you?” You ask weakly. You could already feel your breathing starting to slow with his silly distraction.

“Ramen noodles” he said with a sheepish look on his face. You laughed and then hiccupped immediately after. You lifted your head from your knees completely and let the back of your head lay against the cold wall. You were shaking from the fear, but it was slowly fading.

You sat in silence looking at the sky above you for at least 10 minutes before you felt the confidence to speak.

“Thank you” you say to Bradley, who was already looking over at you. His brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

“Anytime.” Is all he says, before looking back at the stars. You stared at him like he was art. Because he was, you couldn’t deny it.

“You have experience with panic attacks?” You ask. He perks up at your question.

“What makes you think that?” He avoided the question.

“You knew to distract me. And to give me space.” You say, inching closer to him by sliding on the concrete. He avoided eye contact with you but nodded.

“I get them sometimes. Not so much anymore though.” He swallowed hard and you could tell he was uncomfortable talking about it. You reached out and grabbed his hand gently.

You knew you would regret it later. But in this moment, you wanted nothing more than to intertwine your fingers with his to somehow comfort both you and him at the same time. His large fingers wrapped around your hand. His thumb rubbed circles slowly on your hand, making goosebumps fly up your arms.

“You’re running from something” Bradley says quietly. You stiffen immediately but he keeps rubbing circles around your hand.

“What makes you think that?” You croak. You felt tears well in your eyes, but you bit your lip hard enough to make it bleed in attempt to stop them.

“You won’t talk about why you’re here. Or why you’re living with Mav.” He explains gently. “You’re always looking over your shoulder like someone might be there”

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath. Fresh tears rolled down your face. Bradley kept rubbing slow and soft circles around your fingers. You hated that he elicited this kind of response from you. A feeling of trust and safety that had to be something you just imagined in your head.

You didn’t want to give away any information. The fact that you were sitting here alone, holding his hand was bad enough. To feel safe with a man like Bradley gave you goosebumps. It made you think of an array of dirty thoughts that you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about.

Everything in you wanted to break the rules you set for yourself and pour your heart out to him. But you stopped yourself before you could.

“I need to go home. Will you tell Penny that I had to leave early?” You stood up and shakily wiped the back of your pants off. You tried to ignore how cold your hand felt now that it wasn’t enveloped under his.

“I’ll drive you home.” Bradley said sternly. He stood up next to you, towering over you. Good god you never noticed how big he was compared to you.

“I can drive myself.” You insisted while trying your hardest to avoid looking him in the eyes.

“Please- just – just let me drive you home so I don’t worry about you.” He paused for a moment “and I think Mav would kill me if he found out I let you drive home after tonight.”

Well, he was right about that one. You could try to hide what happened tonight when you got home hours earlier than expected. But you knew Maverick would eventually hear something about what happened from Penny.

“Fine”

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His car was nice, new and clean. It smelt like him. You scowled when you realized even his god damn car brought you comfort.

You looked over at the masterpiece driving beside you. His golden tan skin drew your eyes in. His arms and hands flexed whilst he drove, and you swear to god he was doing that shit on purpose. The scars on the side of his neck and face showed through the passing headlights. You found them beautiful.

You had scars too- but they made you want to vomit. You hid them away under your clothes and long hair. You even avoided looking in the mirror before showering. It was too much to see what he had done to you.

You clenched your jaw at the thought of that night again. You hated that your brain couldn’t let the trauma go. No matter how hard you wanted to forget it.

Bradley noticed you tense up, because of course he did.

Fuck.

He broke the heavy silence, just as you expected.

“Tell me what you’re running from. I can help you.” He looked over at you, and then back at the road. He looked determined.

You shifted in your seat and tugged at the fabric on your pant leg nervously. That wasn’t what you expected him to say.

“I don’t want you to get involved.” And that was the honest truth.

“Are you running because you did something illegal?” He asked, full seriousness in his voice. You snorted out a laugh.

“No. I promise I’m not a fugitive or anything” you joked, but Bradley remained serious.

“Well, then I want to be involved. Whatever it is.”

You gulped and thought about his offer. You didn’t need help escaping from Tim. You were already in the safest place you could be. But he could help you in other ways. Comfort. Companionship. Laughter. Pleasure … you clenched your thighs together instinctively. It had been years since you felt any kind of pleasure from a man.

You knew crossing that line with him would be a mistake- But God, when you looked at Bradley- you wanted to break all the god damn rules.

“You can’t help me.” You said looking out the window into the night sky. “Plus, you don’t even know me. Helping me makes no sense.” Your heart panged with sadness. Him not knowing you was the only excuse you could think of to push him away.

“I want to know you.” He said softly.

“And don’t act like I don’t know anything about you.” He mused, taking a glance at you with playful eyes. “I know your favorite beer AND that you like going to see movies with old people on Tuesdays”

You laughed and couldn’t help but smile. You shook your head and stared at him.

“Fuck.” is all you said before letting your head hit the back of the seat.

“What was that?” He asked, eyebrows raised. You stayed silent thinking about whether you should break all the rules or be good and ignore Bradley Bradshaw for the rest of your life.

“I said Fuck.” You repeated, sitting up a little straighter and puffing out your chest to gain your composure. Bradley pulled up to Mavs house and parked his car in the driveway. It was dark out, and with the headlights off you could only see parts of the man sitting next to you.

“Fuck, what exactly?” He wriggled his eyebrows and you punched him in the arm.

“You’re an idiot.” You said, smiling. You swallowed and enjoyed the feeling of being with him. You wanted to cherish it.

You looked into his brown eyes and got lost. You LET yourself fully let go for a moment. You scanned him from his hair to his thighs. You listened to his slow breathing, and you swore it was quiet enough to hear his heartbeat.

“I’m not running from something. I’m running from someone” you blurted out. You watched Bradley take in your words. His face went from shocked, curious, worried and angry all within a few moments. He stayed silent.

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” You said blankly. Slumping in your seat. You had expected to feel relieved. But instead, you felt anxiety. Fear of having to tell him more – things that you weren’t ready to admit.

“You can’t keep everything to yourself” he nudged. You wanted to run from him. You wanted to slam the car door in his face and destroy the stupid feelings that were bubbling in your chest.

“Mav knows everything. He’s like a father to me. That’s why I came here -I knew I’d be safe. Guarded by the navy and all that.” You joked half-heartedly.

Bradley mustered up a small smile, but you could tell he had a million questions to ask. You appreciated his patience.

“The glass tonight….” You trailed off and shook your head. Your eyes fell to your lap. Were you really telling Bradley Bradshaw this? When you thought about it you didn’t even know him. You had tried your best to avoid that. He wasn’t supposed to really mean anything to you – and you were just supposed to be a tease to him.

But here you are, sitting with him alone in his car- pouring your fucking heart out.

“What’s your favorite color?” you ask, looking up at Bradley curiously. He raised an eyebrow.

“Blue. And yours?”

“Green.” You explain. “Forest green, like the redwoods up north.”

Bradley hummed in response. His hands were sitting in his lap and you couldn’t help but wish they were holding yours. But you were too much of a chicken to admit that.

“I’m sorry. I just realized I hardly know you.” You admitted, giving him a small smile. “Yet here I am, about to dump all my secrets to you.” You were joked, once again to try to ease the anxiety you felt.

“Sure you do. I mean you’ve talked to me almost every day for the last three months.”

You shrugged.

“Good point.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned towards him, flipping your legs up to sit crisscrossed. You leaned your back against the car door and sighed.

“The glass.” You said shakily. “It uh- reminded me…”

Fuck this was hard to talk about. But isn’t this what your therapist had told you to do? Not bottle up the memories when they arise? Make friends?

“He pushed me through a sliding glass door. I landed backwards all over the glass.” You couldn’t muster up the courage to look at Bradley. “He thought I would tell the paramedics about the abuse. I had to beg him to call the ambulance.” You whispered softly.

“So, when I heard the glass tonight- it just brought me back.” You felt the scars on the back of your neck and body burn. You sucked in a breath and peaked a glance at Bradley.

He was tense. He looked like he was trying to contain his emotions by clenching his fists in his lap. His jaw was clamped shut. But you also noticed sadness in his eyes, a true sadness that you weren’t expecting.

“That was 6 months ago.” You twisted your lips together and debated if you should continue spilling your guts out to the man across from you. You decided you’d take the risk.

“I managed to run away from him while he was on a work trip. I went to my mom’s house a few states away, but it was only a few days before he showed up” You felt your voice grow weak. “I was at the store when he came to the house– he threatened to hurt my mom.” The pain you felt in your chest was palpable.

“I called Mav and told him I needed to hide. Until I had enough evidence for the feds to arrest him.” You looked at Bradley. “I called him on a payphone before I came here and told him to stay away from my family – because I was going to go somewhere he would never find me.” You pushed your hair behind your ears nervously. “The last thing he said was that when he found me, he would kill me.”

Bradley’s face hardened and you could see his neck was turning red with anger.

“He won’t find you.” His voice was strong and assuring. “You’ll be safe here.”

You gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, I know.” You said lightly.

Bradley gulped and hesitantly reached for your hand. You quickly met him halfway and allowed his hand to envelope yours. The intertwined hands rested on your lap.

“Thank you for telling me.” He said, rubbing those damn circles with his thumb on your hand again.

“And I swear to god that son of a bitch will not come near you again.” His voice was dark when he spoke. You gulped.

“Yeah. I really hope so.” You looked down at your hands and flinched at the thoughts that came into your mind.

“He would kill me if he knew I was holding your hand.” You said quietly. Bradley tensed.

“He’s not going to hurt you again.” He promised, giving your hand a squeeze. “I won’t let him.”

“I don’t want him to hurt you.” You emphasized. “If he saw you with me. Even- even as friends – he would- he could.” Bradley interrupted your spiraling thoughts.

“But he won’t. He won’t hurt me, and he won’t hurt you. Okay?” His eyes met yours and you could see how serious he was. Your heart ached.

This man, who you barley fucking knew was promising to keep you safe. Was swearing that nothing would happen to you again. It didn’t feel real. You knew that promising safety wasn’t a reality.

“You’re insane.” Is all you could think of to say back to him. He cracked a big grin- which was a relief to see over his I’m going to kill your ex- boyfriend look.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been told that.” You smirked and took in a deep breath.

Before you could speak, he did.

“Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow.”

You laughed loudly and looked at him only to see that he was dead serious.

“Oh my god, you really are an idiot.”

Bradley laughed louder than you had.

“You know that’s the second time today you’ve called me an idiot. But somehow, I’m still infatuated with you.” He was full on smiling now, and you wished he didn’t look so fucking good.

“I just told you that my psycho ex is out to KILL me.” You reiterated. When he didn’t even flinch, you continued. “AND that if he even saw you with me, he would want to KILL you too!” You exclaimed, fear once again overtaking you. Bradley sat up and leaned into your space while looking deep into your eyes.

“Let me make this clear sweetheart. I’m not scared of that bastard.” He let go of your hand and reached up to your cheek instead. Your heart was thumping.

Oh god was he going to kiss you? Fuck. You didn’t think you were ready for that.

“And if you want to go to dinner with me then you should. Because I’m not going to let anything happen to you or me.” His eyes flickered to your lips- but only for a moment. You felt him tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear before retreating to his seat. You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

“I want to get dinner with you.” You said quietly. “But I’m still healing Bradley.” You said with shame dripping from your words. “Knowing that he’s out there looking for me scares the shit out of me.”

Bradley nodded his head in understanding.

“I won’t push you into anything you don’t want to do. Ever.” He said calmly. “I’ll go your pace. And if you decide that I’m an annoying nuisance then just tell me to get lost.”

You giggled at that and smiled at him.

“You’re really something Bradshaw.”

God he was handsome. His soft lips looked more kissable than ever. But you reframed from reaching for them.

“Take my number.” you said while pulling your phone out of your pocket. You swore you saw him sneak a glance at your chest while you did. It made you smirk.

He took your phone and typed in his number while you TRIED not to stare at how freakishly large his hands were. Not to mention how long his fingers were.

“I’ll text you when I get inside.” You said, tucking your phone away. “Since I know you were going to ask me to anyway.”

Bradley grinned.

“See! You do know me.” He said proudly.

You laughed and opened the car door. You stepped out and looked back at him.

“Thank you- for everything. For listening.” You said softly.

“Anytime.” He said just as soft as you had. “I’ll wait until I see you get inside to leave.” You nodded and went to shut the door but his voice stopped you.

“AND I’ll text you about those dinner plans tomorrow.”

You blushed and nodded before shutting the car door. You walked up to the house door and unlocked it – looking back to wave at Bradley before walking in and closing the door.

As soon as it shut you rubbed your hands over your face.

Holy shit. What have you gotten yourself into with Bradley Bradshaw?

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Your Girl?

Pairing: Rooster x female!reader, platonic!Jake x reader (feat Phoenix)

TW: violence, swearing, mentions of blood, a man being absolute worst (whats new)

Summary: Your boyfriend and best friend do not play when it comes to you and an asshole who can't take a hint find out the hard way. (based on this TikTok that @disturbedbeautywrites sent me)

Word Count:1.7k

A/N: PLEASE the cocky smile and spitting out blood?? I am mentally ill

You're out with your friends having the time of your life when things take a turn. You and Phoenix have had a bit too much to drink and a man locks onto your stumbling figure. You're just getting back from the restroom and trying to order a drink, waiting patiently for the bartender. You've strayed from the group and the man sees his window of opportunity.

He slides up behind you and presses into your back while caging you in with both his arms on the bar top. Even drunk, you're well aware of the situation you're in and your body stiffens. You feel his lips press to your ear and shiver. "Why don't we get out of here?" He asks and you press further into the counter trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of you.

You shake your head adamantly but don't face him. "No thank you." You slur and the man just laughs. "Come on baby, don't be like that." You frown at this and push your body back, taking him by surprise and throwing him off balance. You take the newfound space as your chance to escape and dart around the man to find your friends. Before you can get away, his hand wraps around your wrist and forces you to turn around and slam into him.

Phoenix is laughing and looking over the heads of fellow bar patrons trying to find you. She swore to Bradley and Jake she'd keep an eye on you and she intends to keep her promise. Her eyes skim over the man standing over you, but she doesn't have a good enough view to realize you're the one that he's cornering.

Her eyes bulge when she sees you try your best to get away only to be jerked back and she grabs her phone. She quickly finds Bradley's contact and dials the number, trying to make her way to you as she waits for him to answer.

Bradley is hanging out at Jake's house just a few minutes from the bar that you're at. He laughs when his phone rings and Phoenix's grinning face is staring back at him. It's only 10:30 and he always finds it funny that you can't pace your drinking. Jake looks at the phone and laughs with him, shaking his head.

Bradley answers and presses the phone to his ear. "Already need me to come get her?" He teases and Phoenix ignores his question. "There's some guy that grabbed her and-" she doesn't even finish her sentence before Bradley grabs his keys and rushes out the door. Jake follows immediately, barely getting in the truck before it speeds off.

The engine revs loudly as Bradley drives well over the speed limit. He puts his phone on speaker and hears the tail end of Phoenix saying "-off of her." Followed by a man's voice telling her to fuck off.

His foot presses further into the gas pedal and he's certain that if he gets pulled over he'll go to jail for reckless driving. He briefly considers slowing down when he hears your distressed voice in the background telling the man to let you go.

He shares a look with Jake as they listen to the altercation and his heart hammers in his chest. "Don't take your eyes off of her, Phoenix. We're almost there." Jake says, unsure if she can hear him at this point. Bradley's jaw ticks and he clenches his fist as he listens helplessly.

It only takes a couple more minutes for the two men to pull into the parking lot and the bronco skids to a stop outside the door. Bradley jumps out without bothering to shut his door or turn the truck off. He knows this isn't going to take long, especially with Jake there to help.

The door to the bar slams open and your boyfriend and best friend stalk in with murder in their eyes. They take a moment to scan the crowd and it doesn't take long for them to find you.

You're standing with a man's hand gripping your arm so hard that his fingertips are white and Phoenix is trying to pry him off of you. They stomp towards you as the man tries to drag you out of the bar despite your avid attempts to break free.

Phoenix locks eyes with Jake and he feels anger mixed with pain shoot through his chest at the sight of her so panicked. Her eyes are wild and for the first time since he's met her, she looks scared.

It only takes a few long strides before Bradley is in front of the three of you and ripping the man off of you. He stumbles back and your boyfriend steps in front of you to shield your body with his own. " What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He booms and the stranger scoffs.

"Chill, bro. I'm just trying to get my girl home." He explains and if Bradley was angry before, he's about to full-blown rage now. Jake grabs your arm and pulls you back to stand with Phoenix when he sees Bradley's eyes narrow and the vein in his neck pop out. Once you're safe, he rejoins Bradley and stands at his side.

"Your girl, huh?" Bradley gives the asshole a chance to come clean and walk away, but he doubles down. "Yea man. She's drunk and I'm trying to get her out of here safe." Bradley nods in understanding before glancing back at your terror-stricken face.

"She doesn't look very safe with you, bro." There's venom in his voice and you can tell the man who was harassing you is getting irritated. He tries to cover it up with a smile but it comes out as more of a snarl. "She just doesn't want to leave. You know how girls can be." He reasons and Bradley pulls his phone out.

"Yea, I do know how my girl can be, asshole. And I know for certain she wouldn't be going home with you." He says calmly as he shows the man his lock screen of the two of you. You see the man's face blanch as he realizes his fuck up and he tries to talk his way out of the grave he dug for himself.

"Look," he starts. "I don't want any problems." He throws his hands up and for a second it looks like Bradley might consider letting him walk away. He tsks and glances back at you one last time. "Too late." Before the other man can even process, Bradley's fist is connecting with his jaw and he staggers backward.

The man stands there stunned for a second with his hand on his face while staring at Bradley. Your boyfriend gives him an expectant look as his tongue darts out to wet his lips and the man lunges. Jake stays out of it, instead making sure you and Phoenix are out of harm's way and waiting on standby in case it gets out of hand.

The man lands a solid blow and Bradley spits blood out on the floor before smiling. Before you can blink they're in a fistfight, both trying to establish dominance. The man holds his own better than Bradley anticipated, but he's swinging wildly with no real technique.

Meanwhile, the pilot delivers a couple of carefully placed punches to the mans stomach and ribcage, causing him to double over. This goes on for a few minutes before Bradley gets fed up. He grabs a bottle off the counter and shouts for Jake to get you outside.

You protest and fight against Jake before he throws you over his shoulder and carries you toward the door with Phoenix following closely. You look up just in time to see Bradley smash the bottle against the man's head. You don't see what happens after that as Jake carries you to the Bronco and plops you down in the seat.

You're crying and shaking when Bradley walks out with blood running down his face a few seconds later. He jumps in the truck and speeds off without a word, not bothering to wait around for the cops that were most likely called.

It takes a few minutes to get back to Jake's and when he pulls into the driveway, he walks around to your side and lifts you out of your seat. He carries your trembling body into Jake's house and beelines for the bathroom. Once you're inside he sets you on the counter and shuts the door.

The second you're alone, you collapse into his strong arms and let out a wail. Bradley holds your head to his chest while the fear and adrenaline surge through your body, and keeps you there until you calm down.

After a few minutes, your cries turn to hiccups and he pulls back to look you over. His eyes land on the dark bruise in the shape of a hand on your arm and his heart feels like it's been ripped out of his chest.

He finishes his assessment before meeting your gaze. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asks and you almost start crying again at the tenderness in his voice. You shake your head and look up at him. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."

He reaches up to touch his eyebrow and looks at the blood on his hand. "I've had worse." He shrugs and you scoff. "Let me clean you up." You whisper but Bradley's hands keep you planted firmly in place.

"I'm fine, pretty girl. I'll get cleaned up in a bit. Let's get you home and in bed." He says with a smile and your heart flutters. Despite the fresh blood mixing with the dried crimson stains and the already forming bruises, he's still the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

You reach your hand up and gently run your fingers along a bruise on his jaw. "I won't be able to sleep until I know you're okay. Please?" You watch his resolve crumble and after a few seconds, he nods.

You jump down with a slight wobble from the alcohol still coursing through your veins and find a first aid kit under the sink. The next several minutes are spent disinfecting and bandaging the cuts on his eyebrow, cheekbone, and lip. Once you're satisfied, you lean up to kiss him gently.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever." You mumble against his lips and he smiles brightly despite the stinging sensation it causes. "Show me the way home, honey."

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