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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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a pinkalicious party for CJ [a sunshine blurb]

this picture of miles and keleigh is giving me all the feels, and it gives summer, bradley, and caroline james at her third birthday party vibes. so naturally, i have to write a little headcanon/blurb about it, right?

anyway:

-baby caroline james, or CJ, as many of her family members call her, is turning 3!

-she is the BIGGEST girly girl you will ever meet. pink? favorite color. shopping? favorite activity. makeup and dress up clothes? favorite toys. she is the epitome of girly girl.

-let’s pause for a moment, and think of how cute rooster would be as a girl dad.

-i can only imagine the pictures that are secretly taken when CJ forces him (read: he willingly does it) to put on a tiara and make up and sit down to have a tea party with her.

-she probably would also make him do little performances and dances with her

-summer just sits and watches, and may or may not have some extremely hilarious videos saved of said performances. ones that were definitely sent to the dagger squad group chat

-oh god i’m getting carried away okay anyway back to the topic at hand. caroline’s birthday.

-so, being the girly girl that she is, when summer and bradley ask her what kind of birthday party she wants to have, the only thing she says is “PINK!”

-and so, they throw a pink party.

-it’s the cutest pink party ever. complete with pink balloons, a pink velvet cake, all the pink foods, a pink bouncy castle.

-CJ may or may not have required everyone to wear pink as well

-yes. everyone.

-the dagger squadTM goes all out, because why wouldn’t they? hangman would do anything for his niece, so he shows up decked out in pink, feather boa and all

-CJ would probably make everyone wear tiaras ( “unca jake, unca bobby! you’re a princess like me!”)

-when they go to sing happy birthday, bradley starts to tear up because how is his little girl already 3 years old? wasn’t it just yesterday that he was holding her in the hospital?

-summer reminds him that they get to do it all again in october when baby boy bradshaw makes his arrival

-and then bradley tears up some more

-summer cries too, because duh. they’re just so happy with the little life they’ve created and their found family that loves each other so much.

-and then their crying is quickly interrupted by caroline yelling “present time!”

-being the baby of the family, caroline is spoiled rotten with gifts from her family. hangman and phoenix get her a new dress-up trunk, filled to the brim with fancy dresses, high heels, and all the accessories. bob gets her a whole bunch of new barbie dolls to go with the dreamhouse that payback, fanboy, and coyote get her.

-maverick would probably try to buy her a pony, but i think summer would shut that down real quick. so he settles on a trip to disneyland ;)

-okay now i think i need to write something about the disney trip

-the party ends with a movie night, one of CJ’s favorite activities.

-everyone gathers in the backyard to watch a movie on the projector that bradley spent way too much time setting up.

-they’ve got the coziest mix matched little set up of blankets, beach chairs, pillows, and a random bean bag, all gathered in front of the screen where they watch CJ’s favorite movie, high school musical 2 (i mean, summer did raise her right)

-everyone is sprawled out everywhere, and caroline takes turns sitting with her favorite people. it’s a shocker that she actually even watched the movie at all

-you know who did watch all of the movie? hangman. and bob.

-and they sang along. to every single song. they blamed the fact that they knew all the lyrics on caroline.

-“she makes us watch it every time we’re with her.” “yeah! and who are we to deny her the opportunity to see zac efron on the big screen??”

-caroline was knocked out before the movie was even over, tuckered out from her exciting party and first day as a 3 year old.

-she fell asleep cuddled up between her two loving parents, and continued to sleep, nestled up in the mountain of pillows, while everyone cleaned up the party as quietly as possible.

-her sleep didn’t last long, and caroline woke up to the sounds of payback and fanboy arguing over who got to take home the last cupcake

-spoiler alert: maverick walked by and stole it without either of them noticing

-once everything was cleaned up and the crew headed home for the night, summer carried her sweet little babe up to her room while bradley followed closely behind.

-as they got her into her pajamas and tucked her into her big girl bed, summer and bradley squeezed in on either side of her.

-“you’re my best girl, CJ, you know that?”

-“i know momma, you’re my best momma. and you’re my best daddy.”

-“did you have a good birthday, squish?”

-(i just know that they call her squish, mainly due to her super cute chubby cheeks)

-“the best birthday, daddy. can we do it again tomorrow?”

-it was an extremely successful birthday, and the bradshaws had the best day celebrating their pink-loving 3 year old girl

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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besties i’m going to the beach tomorrow. you know what that means. everyone manifest that i see some hot shirtless pilots playing football 😏

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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everyone say "summer's pregnant!" [bradley bradshaw x oc!summer bradshaw]

summary: Bradley and Summer find out they're having a baby! Along with the excitement comes some fears and anxieties, but those are quickly set aside when the two get to the exciting part - telling their friends, family, and Summer's students about their next adventure!

warnings: Nothing too crazy. A brief mention of miscarriage. A couple of curse words.

author's note: My baby fever has skyrocketed these past few weeks, so what better way to cure it (besides actually having a baby) than to just write about it? shoutout to my favorite gal, ozzie (@flashyourgreeneyesatme) for giving me the best ideas for this piece. let’s just say that Baby Bradshaw would not be named after a Taylor Swift song if it weren’t for her ;)

Also, I have yet to have an actual child (definitely not happening for a while), but I do have a million little cousins that I’ve practically raised, so everything that I'm writing is just based on what I have witnessed and experienced with other family members.

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pregnant

“Penny! Oh my god,” my honorary aunt hurries into my bathroom with a smile on her face as I hold the four positive tests up for her to see. “I’m pregnant!”

“Oh, Summer! This is so great. You’re gonna be a mom!”

I’m going to be a mom. I let the words sink in as Penny comes in for a hug. I don’t even know what to feel. I mean, Bradley and I weren’t necessarily trying to get pregnant right now, but we weren’t preventing it. And now, I’m actually pregnant. I have a baby inside me. I just can’t believe it. What is Bradley going to think?

“What are you thinking, sweet pea? Are you alright?”

I know Penny can tell that I’m a little shaken, so I’m completely honest with her.

“I don’t know, Pen. I mean, I’m just in shock. I didn’t even think that I could be pregnant until you brought it up earlier, and I don’t even know what to do now. I just, I don’t know,” I lean back against the counter and take a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, Bradley is gone so much, and he’s up for the Top Gun instructor position next month, and we’re looking for a new house, and I’m just barely getting into the routine of a new school year. And what if I’m not a good mom? What if Bradley is upset? We haven’t even been married for that long. But, Penny, oh my gosh, a baby! I’ve wanted to be a mom my whole life. We’ve talked about having kids, just further down the line, but we’re actually going to have a baby now. What do I do?”

At this point, I’m just rambling, unsure of what to do. And Penny, being the seasoned professional that she is, knows exactly what to do and say.

“Sweet pea, it’s going to be okay. I know it’s scary, but I promise that it will all work out. You’re going to be fine. You’ll find a house. Bradley will be there, every step of the way, and so will I. And if Pete and I have to pull some strings to get him that instructor job, we will, but from what I’ve heard, he’s already got it in the bag. Your students and classroom will be fine, too,” she rubs my arms sympathetically, and I’m already starting to calm down. “You guys are going to be the best parents and this baby is going to be SO loved, by you guys, me, Mav, Amelia, and the rest of the crew. I believe that with my whole heart. You can do this.”

“I can do this,” I repeat, more for my peace of mind than anything. “We can do this.”

“Exactly. Now, let’s go figure out how you’re going to tell Bradley. This is where the real fun begins!” I laugh at Penny’s antics, and follow her downstairs, after hiding the positive tests in one of my makeup bags.

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A few hours later, Bradley gets home from work, and my nerves skyrocket, however, I try my best to hide them as we go about our normal evening routine. We eat dinner and catch up as usual, and as soon as we sit down to do some house hunting, just as we have for the past few nights, I know that it’s time to tell him. I can’t hold it in any longer, so I pull up the house that I was looking at earlier.

“Look at this one I found earlier, B. I love it. I really think it would be perfect,” I say, passing him my iPad with the gorgeous home pulled up on Zillow. He swipes through the pictures, as I continue. “It’s got plenty of bedrooms, a big yard, and it’ll be ready for move-in within two months, which will give us plenty of time to get our nursery ready before July.”

He looks up at me, a confused look on his face as he pieces together what I just said.

“Nursery? Why do we need to get a nursery ready by July? Oh my god. Sunshine, are you, are you serious? Are you pregnant?” He sits up from his relaxed position on the couch.

“Surprise,” I responded tentatively, holding up the two pregnancy tests I had hidden in my sweatshirt pocket, as I’m still unsure of how he’ll react.

Bradley grabs them from my hand, staring at them in disbelief. He looks up at me, and as soon as our eyes meet, I know we’ll be okay. He leans over to me, pulling me onto his lap.

“Oh my gosh, Sunshine. We’re gonna have a baby. I’m going to be a dad. You’re going to be a mom.”

I look up at him and nod, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. He’s looking off into the distance, a little hesitant, I might add, and I can tell something is wrong.

“Penny for your thoughts, B?”

“I’m so happy, Sunshine, but god, I’m so scared,” there are tears in his eyes now, too.

“I know, honey. I am too.”

“I just, with my job and everything. I can’t let the same thing that happened to me happen to our baby. I can’t just leave you two alone. I won’t put you through that. And what if I’m not a good dad? What if I mess up-”

I cut him off before his rambling can turn into something worse, knowing that this is exactly the same thought process that I went through with Penny earlier today.

“Honey, stop. It’s going to be okay. You are going to be an amazing dad. I know it. And your job is not going to stop you from that. I’m scared too, but we’ll get through it. We’re going to be okay.”

He just pulls me closer and kisses me, effectively silencing every worry and negative thought that was racing through our minds beforehand.

“How did this happen anyway?” he inquires as he leans away from the kiss.

“Bradley, you’re 28 years old. If you don’t know how babies are made, we’ve got some serious problems on our hands,” I laugh, thankful for the chance to lighten the mood a little bit.

“Oh shush, I definitely know how this happened. Trust me, I can’t forget that. I just meant, when did this happen? Do you know?”

“I’m thinking,” I pause to give him a quick peck on the lips before continuing. “It happened that weekend we went up to the cabin. I guess we just had impeccable timing.”

We both smiled, thinking back to my surprise weekend getaway that Bradley took me on.

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As the weeks went on, our little secret became hard to hide. We knew that we didn’t want to announce it until I was at least 12 weeks, but between morning sickness, food aversions, and me coincidentally being named DD every time we went out, I knew it was only a matter of time until some nosy friend found out. It’s exactly why we decided that tonight was the night. Everyone we loved - including Maverick, Penny, Amelia, Phoenix, Hangman, and the rest of the Dagger Squad - was supposed to be gathering at our house for a night of celebrations. The past few weeks have been filled with exciting news, from Bradley getting the instructor job, us getting ready to move into our new house, and Phoenix and Hangman getting engaged, so we knew that it was the perfect time to add a pregnancy announcement into the mix.

The night went off without a single hitch, and soon enough it was time for me and Bradley to execute our plan before everyone began to head home for the night.

“Hey, guys!” Bradley yelled at the group of people gathered inside our living room, all immersed in various different conversations. “Summer wants everyone to get together and take a picture together before you leave and we move out.”

Thankfully, my forcing everyone to take a group picture wasn’t completely out of the norm, so the group all stood up without any questions. They gathered into one big group as I propped up my phone against a vase, praying that no one would question why I was recording a video instead of using a self-timer. As soon as I hopped in the frame next to Bradley, I gave him a smile and a nod, and he then announced our little secret to our friends.

“Everyone say ‘Summer’s pregnant!”

A chorus of “Summer’s pregnant” began to ring out around us. It was clear that nobody (besides Penny) fully processed what they were saying until Phoenix screamed “Oh my god! Wait! What?”

Everyone turned to face me and Bradley, and shocked expressions were splayed across their faces. I just smiled back at them and nodded. Amelia was the first to break the silence.

“You’re having a baby?! I’m gonna be an aunt??”

Bradley gave her an affirmative nod, and she ran over to me, almost knocking me off my feet as she enveloped me in a tight squeeze, while the rest of the crew let out some cheers and shouts of congratulations. Penny and Maverick came over to join our hug and I felt positively wrapped in love, both physically and emotionally.

From my position of being surrounded by my honorary family members, I could see Hangman and Bob giving Rooster some rendition of an alpha male hug mixed with congratulatory high fives. They seemed excited, and I know that those two are going to be great uncles.

“I can’t believe Baby Goose is going to have an actual baby,” Maverick says, tears glistening in his eyes as we step away from the tightest group hug I have ever experienced. “I still remember the night Carole and Goose told me they were pregnant. It was about this time of year too, 29 years ago. Wow, I just can’t believe it.”

“I know, Mav, I’m still processing it myself! Ask Penny, I’m still freaking out every time we talk about it,” I nod my head toward Penny, who is laughing at the whole conversation.

“Wait, you knew already?!” Amelia chimes in, clearly upset that her mom didn’t spill the beans to her until now.

“Knew? I was the one who told her she was probably pregnant, and I bought the tests for her. It’s gonna be okay, Mills, don’t-”

I take this opportunity to step away from the group and walk over to where Phoenix is sitting on the couch. I’m just excited that my best friend finally knows the secret I’ve been keeping for a while.

“How far along are you? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Are you finding out the gender?” she asks quickly, barely giving me a chance to comprehend each question before she spits out the next one.

“I’ll be 14 weeks on Sunday, I’m due in the beginning of July. Trust me, I wanted to tell you right away, but Bradley and I decided to keep it to ourselves for a little bit, just to make sure that I was in the clear, because my family has a history of miscarriages and complications. Of course we’re finding out the gender! I have an appointment in a couple weeks for an ultrasound, and we’ll probably find out then,” I explain to her, all with a smile on my face. She pulls me into a hug, which I gladly return.

“Oh, Summer. I’m so happy for you guys. You really are going to be the best parents.”

“And you are going to be the best aunt to this little bean ever. Although, I might have to get a bigger size in those bridesmaid dresses we talked about. I have a feeling I won’t be fitting in my usual size by the time April rolls around,” I reply with a laugh, which was quickly interrupted by Bradley and Jake.

The two men had decided that right then would be the perfect time to sit down on the couch beside us girls and wrap their arms around us, rendering ourselves useless and forcing us to stay put on the couch while they discussed all the things they’re planning on teaching our baby. I shot Phoenix a look. From that look, we both came to the agreement that there’s no way we were going to get out of this conversation anytime soon, meaning that the only way to beat them is to join them.

“All I’m saying is that if it’s a boy, I’m gonna teach him how to play football. I wasn’t the #1 quarterback in my entire county for nothing!”

“Jake, all I’m saying is that my kid is not going to play football. We know how all those concussions seriously jacked up your brain, and I am not putting my child through that. Besides, we’re a baseball family through and through, so no matter the gender, this kid’s gonna learn to throw a ball before they can even walk.”

Bradley fistpumped at my response to Hangman and kissed my temple. “That’s my girl.”

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Two months later, we were over halfway there to meeting our sweet baby girl, and my bump was getting harder and harder to hide by the day, which meant that it was time to tell my students the news. I knew that I needed to share the news with my girls, Emmie, Stella, and Julie first, or else I would never hear the end of it from them.

“Girls! Come over here, I’ve got something to tell you. Wait, actually before I tell you, you guys are some of the only people on campus besides admin who get to know this. I’m not announcing this to my classes until tomorrow, so keep it on the DL, alright?”

They all nod as Julie says, “Of course, Mrs. B, your secret is safe with us.”

“Okay good, are you ready?”

They nod, anticipating the news, even though all three of them already had a knowing smile across their faces.

“I’m pregnant!”

Thinking that they’d respond with some cheers or some other positive reaction, I'm a little surprised to just see them smile, as if this was some old gossip they’ve already heard.

“Oh, we know! We figured this out a while ago. We’re very excited for you, but we definitely knew already. ” Stella replied very matter of factly.

I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that they finally know, while simultaneously looking at them confused as to how they’ve already known this. “Wait, what? How?”

Emmie jumps in. “Um, for one, you’re glowing. Two, you’ve been wearing baggier clothes lately and haven’t worn any of your usual dresses. Oh, and three, we may or may not have seen you looking at a Pinterest board that was so perfectly titled ‘Baby B’s Nursery’. You’re not as good at keeping secrets as you think you are, Mrs. Bradshaw, especially from us girls.”

“Well, dang. I guess I gotta work on hiding these things better. I applaud your great detective skills, ladies,” I reply with a laugh.

“It was all Emmie, that girl is good,” Julie replied, giving a smile to the girl on her left.

“You can thank Taylor Swift for that. It’s her fault I spend all my time deciphering her little easter eggs. Maybe I should become a detective.” We all laugh at her comment.

“Speaking of Taylor, if it’s a girl, can you please name her after our lord and savior?.”

“Okay, so, I actually am having a girl! We haven't fully decided on her name and want to wait until she’s born to officially name her, but I think we’re leaning towards naming her Caroline. Bradley’s mother was named Carole, and mine was named Catherine, so it’s a good combination of both. BUT here’s the thing, I may or may not have suggested two middle names that may or may not have some sort of relation to Taylor.”

These girls crack me up with their love for the singer, but I’d be damned if they doubted my love for her as well. I mean, I did go home and blast Enchanted for three days straight after I met Bradley, and I did find at least three different ways to incorporate Taylor Swift into my wedding day.

“Ha!”

“Shut up, did you really?! What are they? What does Lieutenant Bradshaw think of them?”

“I had suggested James or Drew, because I love the idea of using traditional boys' names for a girl, and because James was my dad's name. Bradley actually loves them, and I think we’ll probably use James as a middle name for sure.”

“Wait; I know how James relates, but what about Drew?” Emmie inquired, looking a little confused.

“Um, Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he can’t see? Teardrops on my Guitar? Maybe you shouldn’t be a detective, Em. you should be ashamed of yourself,” Stella answered her friend with a very “Duh!” tone, which I couldn’t help but laugh at.

The rest of lunch was spent chatting about all the baby details, including how I found out, how I shared the news with everyone else, as well as other potential baby names (“I’m just saying, Emmie is a really great name for the baby!”).

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The last on my list of people to share the news with was the rest of my students, and I knew I needed to tell them, especially as the end of the school year and the start of my maternity leave neared. Since my girls and the majority of the staff at Westview found out the news today, I decided to just tell them the next day.

My 11th grade history classes were excited when I told them the news, but the real fun began when it came time to tell my 4th period government class. I’ve taught the majority of these students before, back when they were in my other history classes, and I even knew some of them from when I did my student teaching at the middle school they attended. I knew that they would have a little bigger of a reaction than my other classes, so my anticipation as killing me. As soon as they walked into class, I had a couple students notice that I was smiling more than usual, but I just kept my response simple and told them I had something to share with them.

As the bell rang and my class settled down, I walked to the front of them room, and greeted them as I normally do.

“Good morning, good morning! How are we doing today?” The majority of the class groaned, gave me a thumbs down, or said something along the lines of “I’m dying” or “I am physically unwell” and to that, I just nodded understandably. “Well, okay then. Sorry to hear that you all are dying. Should I call an ambulance? Maybe LifeAlert?” This got a couple laughs from my students.

“Okay, so, before we get started on today’s lecture, I have some news to share with you and a couple things to talk about pertaining the rest of the school year.”

“Are finals cancelled? Are we done learning things for the year? Please tell me it’s something good!” one of the boys, AJ, called out from his seat in the back of the room.

“Um, no. Unfortunately, you guys still have to take your final, but the announcement does have a little something to do with when you’ll be taking it. So, since you guys are seniors, you’ll be taking the rest of your finals two weeks earlier than the rest of the school, but for my class, I’m going to be having you take your final a week before that,” I explained, looking around my students before continuing. “This is because I won’t be here during the last two weeks of school, as I’ll be leaving-”

I’m cut off before I can continue. “Wait, are you leaving us? You’re really gonna ditch us?”

“No, no. I’m not ditching you guys. Well, actually, I kind of am. I will be starting my maternity leave then.”

“Hold up, Mrs. B. You’re pregnant?” Jeremiah called out.

The rest of the class erupted into a cacophony of noises, ranging from gasps to shouts of excitement to even one student yelling out “You’re growing a whole ass child inside you?”, all of which I couldn’t help but laugh at.

“Hey, watch your language, buddy. But, yes. I am growing a ‘whole child inside of me’, one that will be arriving in the beginning of July.” I instinctively reach for my ever-growing belly, as I continue to explain the situation to my students. “So, because of this whole child inside of me, I have to use a little bit of my maternity leave before school ends, which means you have to take your final for this class early, just so I can have it all graded and finalized before I leave. As much as I hate to make you do that, and for me to have to miss out on all the end of the year activities, I’m required to take at least a little bit of my maternity leave or else I can get in some trouble,” I explain with a laugh.

Even though I shared the news with the girls yesterday, I can tell that they didn’t really think it through, as evident by Stella asking nervously, “Does this mean that you won’t be at graduation?” She seemed hesitant to ask, and I could tell that her worries were rising.

“I might be on maternity leave but that doesn’t mean I’m banned from attending. I will be there, I promise. I would not miss your graduation for the life of me,” I explain, hoping to ease her nerves. The rest of the class sighed in relief.

“Alrighty, now that you all know the news, does anyone have any questions before we move onto today’s lecture?” I ask, hoping to change the subject. When no one raised their hands or shouted out, I took that as my opportunity to move on with class. “Okay, if you guys have any questions about your final or anything, you know where to find me. For now, let’s get started. We’re going to continue taking a look at some of the landmark Supreme Court decisions, so pull out your guided notes from yesterday.”

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That night, after Bradley and I got home and ate some dinner, we sat down on the couch to continue our nightly tradition of watching a couple episodes of our latest tv show.

Snuggling into his side, I looked up him and whispered, “I can’t wait until she’s here.”

He rubbed his hand over my stomach as he kissed the top of my head. “I just can’t wait until I can sit and snuggle with both of my girls. I love you both, so much.”

“We love you too, B.”

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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not something i usually share, but it’s something i’ve been learning this week. you are worth so much more than you know.

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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masterlist.

all my writing, all in one place!

i hope you enjoy it. requests, asks, and messages are always open.

reach out to me if you’d like to be added to my taglist!

(please note that as of right now, i am only writing for bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw)

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[OC!summer brighton/bradshaw x bradley bradshaw]

summer’s introduction

teacher’s pet.

you big sap.

do you need a hug?

everyone say “summer’s pregnant!”

a pinkalicious party for CJ

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[bradley x reader]

...what are we?

#masterlist #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #rooster #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #bradley x summer bradshaw #bradley bradshaw has my whole heart #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun masterlist

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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MY HEART. seeing your name pop up is my favorite thing ever. you. are. the. best. ❤️❤️

I hope fanfiction writers know that I think of them like celebrities

I literally scream a little bit whenever one of them interacts with a comment i made on one of their posts like they are literally famous in my mind

thank you fanfiction writers you are literally sometimes the only thing keeping me alive

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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...what are we? [bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader]

summary: bradley and reader are friends with benefits. nothing more. until reader falls in love, leading to her asking the question of “what are we?”

warnings: literally the entire fic is a warning. mature themes is the best way to describe it ahah. the characters are literally fwb and it mentions sex and stuff. also a couple curse words but you know me, it’s inevitable. angsty, sad, the end is fluffy though, kinda cliche.

also nothing is capitalized and that’s just because i was just so excited to write this that i couldn’t be bothered.

here’s a little piece loosely based off of the songs “...what are we?” and “stupid” by lizzy mcalpine.

anyway, please enjoy! (and go listen to the songs as you read)

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friends with benefits. fuck buddies. a piece of ass. a little bit of fun.

a sorry excuse for love.

whatever the hell you want to call it. that’s what we were.

at least, until one of us just had to go and fall in love. and as hard as i tried to avoid it, it was me. i was the fool who rushed in and fell in love with the man who was only looking for a good time and an escape from the harsh reality of being one of the best goddamn aviators in the navy.

four months of this. four months of late night “you up?” texts, of him sneaking into my house multiple times a week, of our learning and knowing each other’s bodies better than our own. and somehow, someway, sometime within those four months, i fell in love with him.

it started off innocently, as they all do. the typical “we met in the bar, went home with each other, and now we just call when we need a good fuck.”

we’d do it, and then he’d leave.

but as the weeks went on, he started staying longer, laying next to me as our heart rates slowed and our breathing regulated, and then he’d leave.

and then soon enough, we’d lay there in each other’s arms, talking a little bit about what’s going on in our lives, nothing more than small talk about work and our very few mutual friends.

and then those conversations developed into more. it led to us laying in bed and talking, to him spending the night, holding me all night long as we slept, to us waking up and having coffee before we both went to work.

he told me about his parents and how in love they were, that he wishes to love someone and be loved as they did. i told him how my job makes me feel like i’m making a difference in the world, and that it’s the best thing i could ever ask for. we discussed how we each long to settle down, to have a home and kids and a big yard. but yet, i never told him that i longed for those things with him.

it’s those conversations that made me fall in love with him, despite my best efforts. and that’s how we got here. the night before bradley leaves on another mission. it’s only three weeks, but a big part of me is devastated that he can’t stay with me.

“i leave tomorrow afternoon,” he says distractedly. he’s dragging his fingers up and down my arm that's thrown across his abdomen. i’m lying there, trying to keep myself from thinking about the fact that i can’t ask him to stay. under different circumstances, i could ask him to stay, but he’s got a job to do, and so do i.

i’d be stupid to ask him to stay.

but, then again, i’d be stupid to not ask the question that’s been nagging at me for days.

what are we?

i love the man laying in my bed next to me. i’ve dreamt of falling in love my whole life, but not like this. not when he’s leaving tomorrow. not when there’s a high possibility that he will die on this mission. not when i feel like everything is going to hell. and certainly not when i don’t even know if he sees me as more than just a piece of ass.

no. i can’t keep doing this.

i muster up all the strength i can in me, looking up at the brown-eyed boy who is staring back at me. there’s a look on his face that i can’t quite place.

“bradley, what are we?”

“hmm? what do you mean?”

i sit up, crossing my legs and turning my body to face him head-on as he sits up as well, leaning further against my headboard.

“i mean, what. are. we? you’ve been in my bed almost every night for the past four months. we’ve talked about everything under the sun. hell, i even shared with you some of my deepest secrets. i’m done pretending like this is okay, that we’re not just wasting time. as much as i hate to say it, i love you. you’re all i’ve been looking for in a relationship. and yet, we don’t have much of a relationship outside of this bed, roos. so, i’m going to ask you one more time. and if you can’t answer me, then i’m sorry. so bradley, what are we?”

he looks a little taken aback, and i don’t blame him. i still can’t fully understand the look in his eyes as he lifts my comforter off of his legs and starts to stand up.

when he doesn’t make eye contact, i know that the words i’m dreading most are coming.

“we’re just fuck buddies. i’m sorry, but it was all just for a little bit of fun,” he says.

i sit in my bed, watching as he picks up his clothes and starts getting dressed. i can’t stand the thought of watching him leave, so i drag myself off my bed. i begin walking out of the room, but not before slipping an oversized sweatshirt over my body, the same one i was wearing before things went to hell. i can hear rooster shuffling out of my bedroom behind me, but i simply continue heading downstairs toward my kitchen. i lean against the counter as he’s calling out to me, but i don’t have anything to say.

from my spot in the kitchen, i can see bradley, and i know that he can see me, staring back at him with tears in my eyes. he hesitates with his hand on the door and i wonder what he’s going to do next. he mutters a simple “i’m sorry” as he opens my front door, and leaves, just as he has done so many times before.

i stare at the door, and it’s not until i hear his bronco driving away into the night that i comprehend what just happened. he left. he doesn’t love me. i should’ve known. how could i be so stupid?

i don’t know what to do. it’s close to one in the morning. the man i love just left. he just told me that he didn’t see me as anything more than a fuck buddy. he’s heading out on a mission that is going to bring him inches away from death. so, i do the only thing i can think of – cry.

i slide down against my kitchen island, back against the hard cabinets, legs crossed on the cold hardwood floor. the tears that had already begun to pool in my eyes slide down my cheeks. my breath hitches in my throat, and i just simply sob into my own hands. i feel numb. i feel sad. i feel brokenhearted. i feel angry. i feel lied to. i feel stupid.

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one week passes, and i can barely go through the motions of life. it takes all my energy to get out of bed and go to work. i spend my days longing to get home and get in bed, and when i’m finally there, i spend all night tossing and turning, wishing that the man who was once in my bed was back in it.

two weeks pass, and by now, i’m feeling a little better. the nights don’t feel as lonely anymore. i have the strength to go on with my daily routine.

then, in week three, the anger hits. i’ve stopped feeling sorry for myself, and now i’m just simply pissed. pissed at rooster? yes, very. but mainly, pissed with myself. why would i allow myself to fall in love with him? even more so, why would i let myself tell him that i was in love with him? why would i ruin the one semi-good thing in my life? it's all-consuming. the anger, the frustration.

but, i know i can’t let it affect me as much as it does. it’s time to move on. those four months clearly meant nothing to him, and they shouldn’t mean this much to me. my bed no longer feels empty when it’s just me in it, and the longing in my heart is mending itself.

i feel better, until friday night hits. the night before rooster is supposed to be back. i could spend the night wallowing in self-pity, watching movies, and eating ice cream. but i already did that. i’m already out of the bad breakup stage. now, i’m in the moving on stage. and the only thing that i know will help me move on is by going out. so, i put on my best outfit, and head out to the hard deck. in hindsight, it’s stupid of me to choose the literal only navy bar within 50 miles of san diego, but it’s a friday night tradition for me to be there, one that i’ve missed for the past two weeks. and besides, i know that rooster won’t come to the bar, especially since he’s not due to come back until tomorrow.

the hard deck is quiet. shocking for a friday night, but the peace is much appreciated, as i sit outside on the patio, sipping my first drink of the night. there are dark clouds rolling in, obstructing the beautiful sunset. i chuckle to myself as i think about how the view feels like a metaphor for my life these past few weeks. the darkness rolling in and pushing out any semblance of happiness. i’m drawn from my thoughts as i hear the roar of a car pulling into the parking lot to my left, the same noise that i heard pull into my driveway for four months. i look over at the car, and see bradley parking his bronco, hangman in his passenger seat.

“shit,” i curse under my breath, already reaching to grab my bag from the chair next to me. it would be just my luck that the one man who i wanted to avoid tonight would show up. i chuck my beer bottle into the bin next to me on my way out. i walk fast with my head down, hoping to make it to my car before he gets out of his. just like everything else in my life, the plan went down the drain as soon as i felt my body run right into the muscular chest that i’ve grown to love.

“hey, (y/n). i was hoping you’d be here tonight,” i hear bradley say. i scoff and push past him, keeping my head down until i get to my car.

my drive home is silent, just me and my thoughts. my heart is racing, and i don’t know why. i wasn’t happy to see rooster, by any means, but a part of me wishes that he would have tried harder to keep me there. as i pull into my neighborhood, it starts raining and i feel like i’m in the sad, second act of every rom-com ever.

my thoughts race as i head inside my house, shivering from the chilly air that hit me on the short walk from the driveway to the front door.

why was he there? why was he hoping that he’d run into me? i thought he wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. wait, he’s back. he survived the mission. he’s alive. did he really want to see me?

i’m in the middle of swapping out my top for an oversized sweater and my jeans for a pair of yoga pants when i hear knocking on the door. no, not knocking, pounding. someone is pounding on my door and i’ve got a sneaking suspicion that it’s the same man i brushed past just 20 minutes before.

if there’s anything that i’ve learned about rooster in these past four months, it’s that he’s persistent. he’s stubborn and set in his ways, and i know that the banging on my door won’t stop until i either open it or his hand is battered and bruised. so, against my better judgment, i head downstairs and open the door.

“what do you want, bradshaw?”

“can i come in, please?”

he looks exhausted, and he’s soaking wet. i open the door a little more, and step to the side, allowing him to come inside my house, something i never imagined him to be doing once again. half of me wants to kick him out again, and the other half of me wants to hear him out. my body chooses the latter for me, and i find myself leading him over to the couch, and we sit down facing one another. i look at him expectantly. i have nothing to say to the man that broke my heart.

“i’m sorry. i love you,” he says quickly. i don’t know what to do, so i just simply stare at him, hoping that he’ll provide an explanation. when he realizes that i’m not going to say anything, he continues.

“i love you. i didn’t realize it at first, but i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since i left. i’ve loved you for months. really, i’ve loved you since the night that we talked about our goals for the future. as much as i tried to stop myself, i couldn’t. i want you, all of you. you said we don’t have much of a relationship outside of the bedroom, but i want to change that. you’re it for me. those future plans of settling down and having four kids and a big yard that we talked about? i want that. with you. i’m sorry for what i put you through these past few weeks. i wanted to call you as soon as i realized that i was in love with you, but i couldn’t. i'm sorry. i feel so stupid for not realizing this sooner. i get it if you want nothing to do with me after what i did, but i just needed you to know that i made a mistake.”

i sit there expressionless, unsure of what to do or say. bradley notices this, and i hear him faintly whisper.

“say something, please.”

i know i should say something, accept his apology, or maybe kick him out, anything besides just staring at him. instead, i just lean forward, take his face in my hands, and kiss him.

his hands quickly wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“i love you,” i say, breaking away from the kiss and looking into his eyes.

“i love you more. i’m sorry,” he replies, leaning in again.

our lips brush again, and i whisper a soft “i know” against him, knowing the question of “what are we?” is finally answered.

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my sweet tag list. thanks for your support, friends!

@flashyourgreeneyesatme @destinywyatt @admin-in-residence @lizzieann143 @herladyshipxx @straightforwardly @lunamoonbby @honey-dew-woo @ratcatcher2world @edgypickles @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @mads-weasley

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

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sunshine.

Hi sweet friends! For those of you who have read my writings, you’ll know that they’re all within the same universe and follow the same characters. I started writing these as x reader fics, however, after some consideration, I’ve decided to just start writing about my character, Summer!

Don’t worry, I’ll still be writing reader inserts and other pieces outside of this universe! I just wanted to have a character to build and the chance to write within the same universe.

The masterlist is down below, but please note that these are written in no particular order, and follow my character and Bradley Bradshaw through their romance.

So, without further ado, I’d like to introduce Summer Layne Bradshaw (née Brighton), aka Sunshine. She’s a pretty cool gal, if I do say so myself. She’s sassy, sweet, stubborn, and just pure sunshine. Summer is a high school history teacher who loves (in no particular order) Taylor Swift, her cute aviator husband, flowers, sunsets on the beach, and rom-coms.

P.S. While Summer is definitely based on me [I mean, my unofficial callsign is Sunshine], I will be omitting any descriptions of defining features, so that means, no hair or eye color, no body type, nothing that will prevent you from imagining yourself or whoever you’d like!

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masterlist:

teacher’s pet.

you big sap.

do you need a hug?

everyone say “summer’s pregnant!” [COMING SOON]

#bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x summer #masterlist #top gun maverick #rooster top gun

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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i did this today and i can confirm that it is in fact the most confidence boosting free therapy session ever (minus the windows down bc it’s hot as balls here)

starting a petition to make top gun summer an actual thing.

There's just something about putting on a pair of aviators, cranking "Danger Zone" to max volume, and driving with all the windows down that boosts one's confidence. 👌 Hot girl summer is now Top Gun Summer. I don't make the rules. ✈️

#top gun maverick #top gun #tgm #aviators #let’s make it happen #free therapy

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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we’ve been planning this series for the longest time now. i am literally so excited for it and developing these characters!

Upcoming Bradley Bradshaw 'Series?'

I have been in the midst of deciding whether or not to write this series for almost a month. Once developing proper ideas with the help of my favourite Cali girl @greatbigshiningstar I am finally writing the first introductions to the characters. I would like to make it clear before I post anything that I will be writing the pieces out of order on purpose as it is almost like drabbles within the universe of my story. I am also a fairly new writer so it won't be absolutely amazing, I just want to make people happy with my work.

Love you, bambinos

#bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw #rooster

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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on todays episode of “unable to escape top gun: maverick”,

we find a young woman sitting in her room, watching “the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society”, a seemingly non-related movie that she’s been wanting to watch for a while.

she enjoys the first 10 minutes of the movie without any sign of top gun, and then who should appear, but mr glen powell himself. jake seresin. hangman.

literally what the heck????? i didn’t even know he was in this movie??? why can’t i escape it??? i cannot go one day without something related to top gun popping up in my life.

#top gun maverick #top gun #jake seresin #glen powell #jake hangman seresin #what the heck #the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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ugh

imagine the way bradley's face would light up holding your newborn baby and the way they'd be so tiny in his arms

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greatbigshiningstar · 2 years

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YOU GUYS. I AM CRYING RIGHT NOW. LEAH WROTE THIS, ALL FOR ME!! she truly is the best online friend ever!!!

this was literally the best thing i’ve ever read. like???? i really have no words for how much this means to me. she even included my favorite soup ugh

i finally feel better and tested negative last night, but tbh i’d get sick all over again if it meant that i could have rooster taking care of me.

Sick as a dog. <Bradley Bradshaw x reader>

This is my first published piece of writing but my baby, Reese Withoutaspoon aka @greatbigshiningstar is sick with Covid, and I want to make her feel better even if I’m not where near her. Love you doll hope you can imagine Roost with this.

I hope you enjoy and anytime any one of you are sick just remember Bradley would buy you your favourite soup and cut your bread exactly the way you like it!

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x (f)reader

word count: 1846

warnings: Mentions of feeling and being sick, Bradley’s awful dad jokes, way too many curse words and sexual references (if you really squint hard enough – haha hard)

summary: The reader is home sick from the flu she got from work (can be whatever job you want I’m not going to explicitly describe what job she does) and wants to just curl up and die. Will Rooster let her be alone? No! He protect. He attack. He’s got his baby’s back! Just a cute little drabble of Bradley looking after her.

Pain. Pain is all I could feel, coursing through my body and destroying everything in its path. It's like if you gave the basic flu weapons and said, 'have at it!'. Now all I can think about are cartoon germs with machine guns shooting at my immune system until there is nothing left to destroy. Now, I'm an averagely smart person I obviously know that they don't have weapons and aren't shooting me from the inside but right now if you told me to stand up straight and count to ten, I'd be doing the macarena and wouldn't even notice the difference. I go to cuddle my pillow until I realise, I'm not even in bed I'm in my car and have been since 3 pm. 4 hours in my car just sitting there. No music. No phone. Just sitting. When did I get home? How did I get home? Did I accidentally kill anyone on my way home? I guess we'll never know.

I decide that I need to go inside and curl up and live my life in a quarantine-like staycation where I will not be talking to anyone, my best friend will be my cold bathroom floor and kid's drowsy cough medicine because I only like the strawberry flavour and apparently adult medicine manufacturers thought Let's make it taste worse than their own vomit and make them take it 3-4 times a day. Yeah, no thanks I'm okay with my kiddie medication, maybe that's why I'm always asked for parenting advice by new mums in the pharmacy. By the time I actually am able to get my dead legs out of the car, it's been 27 minutes and I stumble into my shitty home like a newborn deer learning to walk. All because of Jaida from work.

That bitch Jaida can get the flu, have a few sniffles and get on with the day. But puts everyone else at risk. Like okay, Jaida you've got a good immune system we get it! She gets to continue her day whereas I am reenacting the exorcist when I even try to drink water. How is it fair? I enjoy my job. I want to be at my job. I unscrew the top of the medicine bottle and simply drink it like it's an energy drink, the door to my bedroom opens and I just lay on the bed.

Suddenly I hear the front door open once again. All this time I've been thinking about myself when I forget I share this shitty home with my amazing boyfriend who has such an important job and if he gets sick, what if he can't go out on a flight and countless people die because of it? Okay nope, he's not allowed near me it is decided I am going to reenact another film, Contagion.

"Honey I'm home!" I hear the naval officer yell throughout the house. The silence is deafening in response. He starts whistling about as if his version of echolocation will be able to locate me within the house. I stand up to back myself against the door so he cannot enter which feels like the biggest task I've ever completed. I hear him try to push the bedroom door open and fail imminently. "Why are you up against the door? Are you naked? You know I don't mind it's nothing I haven't seen before." He goes to push against the door once again.

"I'm not naked. I'm sick." I weakly croak out just enough for him to hear.

"Okay? So are you going to let me in or?" His voice is laced with confusion, boy take a hint, I love you but not happening.

"I'm not letting you in because if you get sick you might not be able to work and if you can't work then Mav might personally send firing jets to shoot me." He can tell there's a frown on my face even behind the oak door. By now I'm sitting on the floor leaning against the door because all my energy is drained. I hear Rooster's knees drop to the floor and look to see him looking through the gap at the bottom of the heavy door and hear a little giggle. "Fuck off it's not funny!" I can't help but laugh which causes my chest and throat to hurt more. "I'm dying of influenza in here and you're laughing about me. Some widow you'd make Bradshaw." Again a fucking giggle easily escapes that man's mouth.

"Right then if you're dying might as well get some things I've been meaning to say for a long time but never had the courage to say." He sighs and sits with his back to the door as I am also doing. A light tension fills the air. "You're a stupid bitch and I hate you. You're ugly too."

"Right now I want you to get sick you dickhead." I lightly hit the door soon realising that hurt my whole body more than I reckoned.

"Then open the door all you have to do is open the door and let me get my karma." His voice sounds tempting. He's got that charm that could sell the internet to an elephant. Not sure if that makes sense but I'm feeling like dumbo on wine right now so I don't really mind if my idiom makes sense or not. That man knows exactly what he's doing. Is it reverse psychology or is it gaslighting either way it's super enticing. I push myself off the floor and open the door. "Ah, a hideous monster!" He yells as I open the door. Bradley sees the upset and frustration on my face and knows I'm about to slam this door in his face. "Wait no! I'm sorry!" Allowing him to walk into our shared bedroom felt illegal to me. I keep my distance from him baking away as far as I can go before hitting the bed that stood in the centre of the room. "Am I not allowed to be near you?" I shake my head in response.

"I'm not getting you sick dude that would fucking suck! And you're a child when you're sick so I'm not willing to play nurse. Love you, not that much." Rooster puts his hands up in a surrender-like fashion and stays where he is. His dark brown eyes scan me up and down. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm a dying puppy." My lips form into a pout.

"I want to look after you. That's all I want. I won't come near you I promise." His fingers form into a cross behind his back.

"And how do you propose that you can look after me without coming near me." I'm sceptical about his methods.

"Get into bed." A little smile forms on his face.

"I don't see how having sex is going to help bud." Scoffs pass his lips as he has given up with my bullshit. Before I can even process what is happening his long arms have been placed onto my shoulders and pushed my back onto the mattress. A small yelp escapes my lips. "I have no energy for this." I feel the mattress consume my weight as I sink in slowly but surely.

"Get under the duvet and I'll be back." He's off! The room is suddenly quiet as I give in to his demands and get settled under the heavy duvet which I can't decide if it's too hot or too cold for it. The first noise I hear is the fumbling noise of the cupboards and then the slamming of them. Instead of Bradley coming back to the room the front door once again opens and closes. I want to get up and see where he has gone but this bed has grown more comfortable by the second and not to my recollection my eyes start to close and I doze off.

I don't know how long it's been while I've been sleeping but I am slowly awoken by the smell of rich chicken wafting its way from the kitchen. My eyes slowly open and I am alerted by Bradley's figure standing in the doorway. My body does a small tense reaction to his terrifying stature. "Hey, sleepysauras. Temp check!" He works his way over to my still comatose body and sticks a thermometer into my mouth. A hmmm noise comes from my chest as I feel the cool plastic on my tongue. "Okay! 101*. You, little lady, have a fever."

"That's mean." My eyes roll around my head.

"I made cheddar broccoli soup. Just for you. Because I love you!" I stick my middle finger up at him. His laughs fill the house as he goes to fetch the amazing-smelling soup from the kitchen. The soup enters the room before he does as he is holding it out at an arm's length. "So I don't have to come near you!" Weak fake laughs come from my mouth. The tray is set on my lap and the bread is cut my way. "Even though I'm pretty sure it's a felony I cut it horizontally because you're sick and I have to spoil you." I try not to break out into a smile and or cry because it is so stinking cute. "Now eat it up."

"Yes sir, Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir!" I give him a small salute. He goes to leave, "What you're not going to spoon-feed me as well?" He stops in his tracks and does a little 180* spin on the spot. The speed of his run could be considered inhuman, he could put the flash to shame. Instead of simply walking around the bed as a normal person would, Bradley leapfrogs over my side of the bed to his side. The metal spoon is lifted from the white ceramic bowl into his hands.

"I'm going to be honest with you I have already taster tested a lot of this soup. For your protection of course." My head shakes up and down in a mocking gesture.

"My hero!" Rooster's lips move closer to the spoon, which holds the cheddar broccoli soup, and lightly blows on it. Aeroplane-like noises advance from the aviator's lips as he spoon feeds me like a child. "It's nice." Dark brown eyes squint at my choice of words. "It's delicious, Gordon Ramsey would be proud!" Pride fills his expression as he seems very impressed with his amazing cooking. As I demolish the food in front of me my stomach churns only slightly enough to make me gag but not to be physically sick. Rooster goes white as a ghost in front of me, not very well-known fact is that Roost is a huge Emetophobic. Reassurance washes over his pale complexion as he realises I wasn't going to throw up.

My anxieties of not wanting to get him sick are gone as I open up the duvet for him to get underneath with me. He willingly does so and joins our bodies together. The warmth from his body and his arm wrapped around me sends me back to sleep.

I hope you enjoyed!

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #rooster #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x me!!#i cant believer she wrote this all for me #i could cry #bradley bradshaw has my whole heart #can i please marry him

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