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warnersister · 14 days

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Personal Space

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x reader

Summary: you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space.

You never understood why Bradley stuck around. Since the academy you’d preferred to stick to yourself; get your head down and get the job done. Especially with a surname like Mitchell. You didn’t want your father and grandfather’s reputation to negatively proceed you, and by the time people had put two and two together as to whom loins you came from: you’d made your own reputation so Maverick never made much of a difference to it.

But still, having dinner in the mess you’d sat down, when someone came and thudded down next to you and began eating themselves. “I’m Bradley” he said when you finally looked up at him. You raised a brow “Bradshaw?” You ask and he nods: you recognise him from the photos your dad pinned up in your two’s hanger. You hum “and you are?” He asks “not important.” You reply, deciding you’d lost your appetite and stood to clear your plate “good talk!” Bradley said, but you were already walking away.

He’d next encountered you when you were running around the academy, early morning; before any naval training would take place. He hummed and decided it was perfectly acceptable to interrupt your jaunt with his presence. “Hey! Up so early?” He asks as he tries to match your pace from a standstill “could ask you the same.” You reply bluntly “well I wanted to get a run in before-” “well there’s your answer.” You reply, cutting him off. “You run really quick.” He says as you try to keep your pace increasing to shake him off “goodbye, Bradshaw.” You say, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes and taking off at a pace he couldn’t sustain. He just stops and shakes his head smiling, you were funny.

Eventually, you’d both gotten up in the air and were quick to earn your callsigns “Rooster” and “Hen”. Bradley earned his because he was up before the chickens, you’d earned yours because the chicken kept fucking following you around like you were his mother. You were sat on the aircraft carrier, your trainee group learning how to land on a ship deck and you’d finally gotten a moment of peace that evening. You sat on the edge of the deck, feet dangling over the edge as you watched the sunset, not moving when you hear someone slip into the space between the barriers beside you.

“Oh look my chick is back.” You mumble sarcastically and Bradley laughs loudly at you. “You love me really” he says, looking at you as if he wanted to you agree with him “you seem to keep telling yourself that, don’t you?” You hum, turning to watch the sea lap against the grey metal. You can feel him fidgeting beside you, as if antsy to say something. “What?” You ask, finally turning to look at him. “What?” He repeats, looking at you with raised brows “you want to ask me something. You’re fidgeting.” You point out “so ask me or fuck off” you say, turning away again. “Your last name is Mitchell” he says and you roll your eyes “you can read and hear. Two things I’ve learnt today.” You huff, again, with sarcasm. “Are you related to Pete Mitchell?” He asks, looking at you and nearly holding his breath “you finally put two and two together?” You ask and he lets out the breath.

“Yeah, he’s my dad.” You say after a while “I was a whoopsie baby my mother didn’t want anything to do with” you tell him. “He used to fly with my dad.” Bradley almost whispers, voice just a few octaves above. “I know” you nod “he’s practically wallpapered all over our hanger.” You say “so are you” you eye him. “He pulled my papers” he says, again after a few moments of silence “I know” you say “do you know why?” He asks “yes.” You reply, and he could tell you weren’t going to elaborate. “Y’know I’m not a fan of your dad, but I really like you.” He says and you just look at him with a blank face. “Yup” you hum to yourself and he raises a brow “just as Mother Goose was described” you say, and Bradley’s face immediately lights up with a huge grin, stretching and arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“Get off me.” “Yup, yep, sorry.”

For your first deployment, the academy set it up that you’d at least be with one person from your training squadron, and today the list of names were coming out; they were scribbled on the back of a napkin and pinned to a notice board.

“1. Haywood & Solomons, 2. Hughes & Shelley & Omaha, 3. Cooper & Parker & Cromwell & Smith, 4. Bradshaw,” you crossed your fingers as someone read out the names, then yours was read alongside Bradley’s “oh for god’s sake” you grumble, turning to see Bradley practically jumping for joy. “This is great! Me and you, Hen!” Rooster cheers and you just stare at him “should’ve called you leech cause you’re acting like one. Calm down.” You instruct and he tries to chill out, but the cheeky smile on his face was indiminishagble.

He only became more unbearable then, with you every working hour, your wingman on the missions you’d fly, inseparable despite your complaints. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Hawk asked you, as he came to sit with you for lunch. You shush him loudly. “Woah woah I only asked where he was.” “Speak his name and he shows up. I’m trying to hide.” you say in a hushed voice “plus he isn’t my boyfriend” “sure” he scoffs but the daggers being shot into his head silenced him easily.

“Hey Hen! Hawk” Bradley greets as he sits down. You grunt and point an accusatory finger at Hawk “this is your fault, jackass” you say and he laughs at you, him and Bradley engage in conversation as you just eat, having learnt the skill of drowning him out. “What about you, Hen?” Hawk asked, drawing your attention away from your plate and up to the two men alongside you, you raise an eyebrow - letting them know you were insinuating that you weren’t listening to their conversation.

“Do you want a family?” He ask and you just nod “really?” Hawk asks “that’s cute, didn’t take you for a family gal” he jokes and you harshly kick his leg under the table “kids and everything?” He asks after the pain subsides. “Yup.” You say and Bradley hums “I didn’t know that” he says and you just look at him “you never asked.” You reply simply, and that was true: he hadn’t. He was quite prepared to spend the rest of existence chasing after you, whether that meant giving you your first kiss on your deathbeds.

The two of you even went to Top Gun together, training to be the finest naval aviators of them all. And boy, you two fought to be the best; tongue and teeth, blood sweat and tears, everything. The decision came down to one final dogfight. “May the best aviator win” Rooster jokes, sticking out a hand to you. You eye it and internally question if you were insane, before leaning up to peck his cheek. “Prepare to loose, chicken.” You say, leaving him frozen in his place while you head to your plane. That day, Bradley was seriously off his A-game, and you came out on top.

A Mitchell finally Top Gun.

“Congratulations!” Bradley says excitedly on graduation day when you victoriously lifted the trophy above your head. You turned to him and he leant down slightly - you weren’t stupid, you knew what he was intending to do. “Thank you, Brad.” You say, turning to walk over to where your father was stood - knowing that was probably the only time Bradley wouldn’t follow you. That was the first time you’d ever called him anything short of Bradley Bradshaw.

“I’m so proud of you honey” your dad says, hugging you tightly and you embrace him back, smiling widely “thank you, dad” you respond and he looks behind you where Bradley was stood a while back, watching the ordeal. “Is that-” “yes” you tell him and your dad just looks at you “I wouldn’t get all teary he follows me like a lost puppy” you grumble but he just grins “he’s a good kid, hon.” He says and you shake your head “he’s definitely something”

“So how does their relationship work?” Bob asks Hangman, watching Bradley talk your ear off and you just staring ahead into space, blankly. “You see Bobby my boy,” Jake begins “Hen loves her personal space” Bob nods “Rooster also loves Hen’s personal space.” Bob nods again, now understanding. “Haven’t they done everything together though?” He asks “I think it’s more the fact that Hen does something and Rooster just kinda goes with it” Phoenix said and Bob hums, as Bradley continues to converse one-sidedly with you.

“He means well” you hear from beside you as you stare out from the hanger, turning to see your honorary uncle Tom walking towards you, you run towards him as he embraces you tightly “hey Ice” you smile, sweetly. “Hey sweetheart” he croaks. “I mean what I said.” He states and you raise a brow “he means well” he nods towards the man doing his required push ups on the ground with Hondo. “I know, Ice.” You tell him. “No, I don’t think you do” he hums and you raise your eyebrows at him. “The kids in love with you. You’ve either got to let him in or tell him to get out.” He says, “you’re living together for goodness sake”. “It was cheaper” you argue “we both know the accommodation is subsidised.” He states, matter-of-factly, patting your shoulder as he turns to go talk to your dad when he walks into the room.

It was true, you and Bradley were sharing accommodation. “Hey Hen, they’ve offered us shared accommodation back in Miramar” Bradley says, coming over with a pamphlet. “Why?” You ask, taking it out of his hands. ‘Married couple accommodation’ it states and you raise your brows “you getting ahead of yourself, Bradshaw?” You ask and he shakes his head “the guy assumed our callsigns were cause we’re a couple” he tells you and you just hum. “Well I’d rather stay there than in an apartment.” You say simply, giving him back the leaflet and refocusing on the plane you were working on repairing. “Seriously?” He asks, voice overly hopeful. You look at him and shrug “just go get the damn house, Bradshaw. Before I change my mind!” You say and he grins, turning and breaking out into almost a jog to head to confirm your living situation.

You take a moment of hesitation, before loudly groaning and heading out onto the tarmac, getting down and doing push ups alongside Rooster. He turns his head and looks at you and you just raise your brows at him. “Hey honey” he grins “hello Bradley” he nudges your hip with his own. “I’ll drive us home.” You tell him, and he raises his eyebrows “Home?” He asks and you huff “okay, Bradley I will drive the two of us back to our shared accommodation that we accidentally got given.” You say and he laughs loudly “home sounded better.”

Then after the mission, the whole Dagger squad got permanently stationed in San Diego, other than deployment, so they urged the new additions to the base to buy their own properties closer to base rather than on it. You and Bradley were sat in the Hard Deck, a long time before it was open, the rest of the Daggers spending time on the beach while the two of you were scouring Bradley’s laptop for a property. Well, Bradley was.

How about this one? He turns his screen to you. You shake your head “I want grass in the garden. I want to plant flowers” you say as you point at the paved back of the house, explaining that it’s a waste of money to have it ripped out. Bradley nods “Mkay, garden” he says, moving back to look again.

“How about this one? Beach front, close to the running track for you. Only a walk from the Hard Deck. White picket fence, really” he hums, turning the laptop again “garden?” You ask and he nods “garden.” He nods with a grin. “Shall we go look?” You ask and he raises a brow at you. “You said it’s a walk from the hard deck. Let’s go.” You say, putting the address into your phone and immediately recognising the street name, Bradley quickly falling into step with you as you walk towards the property.

You look at it and place your hands on your hips. Bradley was right. Pretty damn perfect. “Can I help you?” A lady asks, walking outside of the house, clipboard in hand. “Oh no, we’d just seen this property online and wanted to take a look.” Bradley tells her. “Well I’ve had a no-show on a viewing. How’d you like to take a look?” She suggests, motioning to the open door. “Okay” you nod, following her into the house.

“Obviously the kitchen, living room, even a deck out back with a huge garden and high fences” she says nodding out the window and you hum. “Out the side there’s an entrance straight to the beach” she motions, then starts heading up the stairs “three bedrooms, attic space, bathroom” she says “I’m guessing it’s just you two at the moment?” She asks “oh we’re not-” Bradley begins “yes, just us.” You confirm, shutting him up. “Okay, so there’s a large room for your bed and then if any new additions are to join, you have the space for them” she smiles and leads you back out front.

“It’s not cheap, it’s California. So I understand if you’re not prepared to pay that much money, do you mind me asking what you do?” She asks “we’re naval aviators.” Bradley says “stationed here?” She asks and you both nod “ah! I get why you’re looking for a property here!” She says and Bradley looks at you. “I really like it, Roo.” You say, and Bradley has to stop his jaw hitting the floor at your nickname. “It’s your call, honey” he says and you look at the lady and smile as she offers her hand “we’ll take it.”

“How shall we split the payment?” You ask Bradley as you walk back to the Hard Deck after organising a meeting with the realtor to actually finalise all the kinks and bumps. “I don’t mind doing the down payment then we’ll take it in turn paying the loan” he suggests “we can get a joint bank account and do it that way” you say and he agrees as you settle back into your seats at the Hard Deck. “Where’ve you two been?” Hangman asks “we bought a house.”

One evening, after you were all moved in and were hanging out at the Hard Deck after a long day or routine flying, you were sat outside with Rooster; watching the sunset. “When are we getting married then?” You ask and he spits out his beer “what?” He asks, eyes wide and getting progressively more giddy. “Well we live together, we have a joint bank account, and Jake keeps telling me we’re practically married. So when are we getting married?” You ask as he hugs you tightly “whenever you want, baby” he says, kissing the top of your head and pulling a ring out of his pocket to get on his knee. “Will you marry me?” He asks and you raise a brow “didn’t I just say that?” You ask bluntly “just say yes, please” he begs and you nod “yes. Yes I will marry you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You confirm as he kisses your lips gently.

“Okay get off of me now.”

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daggerspare-standingby · 9 months

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Happy HumpDay! It’s also @roosterforme ‘s Batting Practice Day!

#roosterxreader #put me in coach #put it in me coach #batting practice

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xoxo-author · 2 years

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“Best Friends”

Hey everyone! I am absolutely living for Rooster and constantly day dream about him so I thought I would put it into words. It’s probably not very good, my writing is shitty and a dumpster fire but it’s my dumpster fire. I hope you like it!!

Warnings: My writing

Pairing: Rooster x Reader(F)

"Damn little lady, I'd really like to see the other half of that butterfly tattoo."

I place the box cutter in my back pocket before pushing myself up from the ground, letting a playful smile take over my face as I turn around to face the other side of the bar.

Rooster had his forearms resting on the counter, leaning over the counter a little bit. I let my eyes wash over him, taking every bit of him in from the way his Hawaiian shirt clung to his body to the way his aviators sat on his beautiful face.

I wipe my hands on a towel as I make my way over to him, letting my fingers gently pry the sunglasses from his face before leaning up against the counter. I leaned over the counter and hooked a finger into his shirt pocket, tucking his glasses inside before slowly rubbing my nose against his, "In your dreams lieutenant Bradshaw."

His mouth parts slightly as I pull back, our faces still inches apart.

"I thought you weren't due to be stateside until a week."

Rooster clears his throat before offering a little shrug, "Something about a new mission and I guess they needed the best of the best."

I let out a little chuckle before nodding my head to the right, "So that's why Hangman is here."

He rolls his eyes at me before completely changing the subject, "I went by your house earlier but you weren't there."

Pushing myself off the counter, I grab a glass before filling it with his favorite beer, "Katie needed to borrow my car and Bob was kind enough to offer to drive me to work."

Watching me place the beer in front of him, he furrows his brows, "Bob?"

Nodding my head towards the group of pilots, "He's here for the big secret mission but I've known him for a few years."

Slowly nodding his head, "When is your break?"

I shrug, "Whenever Penny decides to let me have one I guess."

I watch, slightly in awe, as he pushes himself up from the stool, his arms flexing as he does so. My eyes follow his movements as he grabs his aviators from his pocket and places them on the bridge of his nose before he grabs his beer and his signature smirk takes up purchase on his face, "Hey Pen, don't keep my girl from me for too long."

I barely heard what Penny said in response, my attention was solely focused on the Hawaiian shirt that was stretched across broad shoulders as he moved through the crowd.

"I didn't know you and Bradshaw were a thing."

My eyes snap back over to Penny, my head shaking, "We're not, we're just friends. Best friends."

She lets out a laugh, placing a pint of beer on the bar top, "Could've fooled me."

I narrow my eyes at her, "I could say the same about you and Captain Mitchell."

She copies me and narrows her eyes back at me, "Take your break in ten."

As I walked toward the group of pilots, I couldn't help but smile as they all looked so carefree. They had such a dangerous job and with whatever this new mission is about, it's nice to see them laughing and having fun.

I let out a little laugh as I am greeted with a very loud chorus of cheers from the group who probably have had one too many, "Hey guys!"

I pull up a chair to the table Bob was sitting at and watch as Phoenix and Hangman battle it out at the pool table.

Bob and I talk for a little bit before Rooster makes his way over to our table, setting his beer on the table before grabbing my hand and yanking me out of my chair.

I let him lead me over to the piano before he tells me to wait there while he goes and unplugs the jukebox which makes everyone groan.

He comes back over and sits on the bench before he grabs my hand and pulls me around so I was standing in front of the piano, facing him. He makes a show of cracking his fingers and sending me a wink which causes me to shake my head at him.

I let out a laugh as he begins to play and the familiar tune starts to ring out.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain"

It took no time at all for everyone to join in singing, or more like yelling. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as Rooster sings his heart out.

Every time he would look at me, which was basically the whole song, my heart did a little jump...but that was normal for best friends, right?

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shamelessfangirl204-blog · 2 years

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Hard Deck

Summary: You and Rooster go to the Hard Deck, meeting the other aviators for the Top Gun mission. Little to no editing.

Word Count: 883

Warnings: None

Note: I haven’t written any Rooster x reader fics other than this one so take it easy. I’m just kind of testing the water with this one. Once I have more ideas I will write more of these because I am OBSESSED with Rooster. As I should be.

Rooster was driving his bronco down to the Hard Deck to meet the other aviators who had recently been called back to Top Gun for a mission. He drove with one hand on the wheel, and the other on my upper thigh. Every so often I would catch him sneaking glances over at me. “You like the view or something Bradshaw?” I asked teasingly as I placed my hand on top of his on my thigh. He smiled and glanced back at me, “Best view I’ll ever have, baby,” he lifted my hand up to his lips and kissed it, the hairs of his mustache tickling my hand.

Once we got to the Hard Deck he jumped out of the car and quickly made his way over to my door, opening it for me. “My lady,” He said with a smile as he held his hand out for me to take once I was out of the car. “What a gentleman,” I grinned at him taking his hand. “Only for you darlin,” he smiled and kissed my temple as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

We walked into the bar and saw that the other aviators, Phoenix, Payback, Coyote, Bob, and Fanboy, were already there playing pool. We made our way over to them, Rooster leading the way though the crowd holding my hand to make sure I didn’t get lost. Once we got there, we were greeted by Phoenix, “So this is how I find out you two are called back here too huh?” She asked glancing at us both as she prepared to make her move in the game.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Rooster said standing beside her. She pulled the pole she held back, hitting Rooster in the stomach with it as she did. He keeled over for a second with a heavy breathy chuckle. “I surprised you back,” Phoenix said with a mischievous smirk earning a chuckle from me. I patted Rooster’s chest as he stood back up regaining his breath.

“As I live and breathe,” a familiar voice filled the air causing me to close my eyes and begin to mentally prepare for the next few weeks. I should have known he would have been called back. “Rooster and Viper. I wouldn’t have guessed they would have asked you two back here.” Hangman had a toothpick hanging out of his mouth as he grinned talking to us.

Before I could say anything to retort his back handed comment, I felt Bradley tighten his grip in my hand for a moment. I looked up at him to see him smiling softly at Jake. “Hangman. You look good,” he said calmly. I never understood how he was so cool and collected when Hangman was acting like this. “I am good Rooster. I’m very good.” Jake smiled and continued to talk to Bradley, trying to get under his skin as usual. I decided that if either of us were going to get through this, we were going to need some drinks so I walked over to Penny at the bar and got some beers for us. Some older guy was buying for everyone so I was sure to thank him before I walked away. While I did, I couldn’t help but notice him watching Rooster like a hawk. I took Rooster his beer and wrapped my arm around him before glancing back at the old man. “Everything okay?” Brad asked as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders holding me close to his body. I nodded and looked at him, “Yeah, it’s fine.” He nodded and kissed my temple again.

While the boys played pool, Phoenix and I sat down at a near by table and started talking about what we thought the mission might be. And who on earth was going to teach us how do to it, seeing as everyone that was called back to Top Gun was the best of the best. Nobody had known why we had all been called back, and I was curious but nervous to know what our mission was.

Suddenly the bar went quiet as the juke box stopped playing and seconds later there was music coming from the piano. Phoenix and I both smiled and walked over, seeing Rooster sitting and playing. I walked up behind him and gently put my hands on his shoulder as he began playing and singing “Great Balls of Fire”. The whole bar bursted into song, singing and dancing along with the toon.

While he sang, Bradley pulled me down to sit on his lap while he played, “Kiss me baby!” he sang, and I obliged by kissing his cheek earning a smile from him. When he was done singing I got up from his lap and joined everyone else in chanting his call sign while he did his little victory dance. Once he finished he reached out for my hands and pulled me into his body and kissed me deeply and lovingly. “Rooster?” I said smiling up at him. He knew what I was about to say, “That’s me honey.”

“Take me to bed or lose me forever,” I smiled up at him as he leaned back down to plant another kiss on my lips with a chuckle.

“Show me the way home baby.”

#top gun maverick #topgun #rooster bradshaw #bradleybradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #roosterxreader #fanfiction

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princessphilly · 2 years

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RoosterxReader smut : anything where he makes a joke about how he got his callsign because of his cock

Okay anon… I’m not going to do this one because I’m actually working on a fic with this idea. If you send me a dm, I will tag you when I post it

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itskotka · 2 years

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masterlist

this is my writing master list. i basically write what i feel like. i prefer writing tom’s peter but i’m open for requests for andrew’s! also open for cobra kai or top gun requests! (or just talk to me in my inbox lol)

currently working on: ...

count: 7

last updated: 1/15

Marvel

Peter Parker X Reader

i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day - you’re alone on new year’s eve until your fav person in a spidey suit knocks on your window with an injury and smile

coffee confessionals - peter parker stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and ends up a regular customer. nobody could’ve told you that you’d end up falling in love.

happier - peter parker, being the dumb self-sacrificial idiot he is, breaks up with you because he wants you to be happier. you’re left wondering what you did wrong, and he’s left with a self-induced broken heart. but on the 4th of july, you coincidentally meet him on the rooftop.

Irondad (Tony Stark & Peter Parker)

backstabbed - peter gets stabbed in the back. or backstabbed? tony doesn’t understand

Top Gun

Rooster X Reader

we keep this love in a photograph part 1 - rooster goes on the top gun mission with maverick, but doesn’t come back as easily as they thought

we keep this love in a photograph part 2 - the one where they get married (featuring lots of fluff and match making)

Cobra Kai

Johnny and Robby

the greatest gift of all - it's johnny's first christmas with robby and he's determined to make it okay. he ends up at daniel's house for christmas.

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #masterlist #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #x reader #cobra kai #angst #spiderman #topgun #bradleyroosterbradshaw #rooster #bradleybradshawxreader #roosterxreader #peterparkerxreader

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warnersister · 1 year

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Show Me The Way Home, Honey

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Summary: The men at top gun love a bit of sweetness, turn out a bit of helicopter honey was just the right amount.

Warnings: mentions of injury, head injury, parental death, angst, allusions to smut, fluff, parental fighting, plane crashes, it's a happy story i promise.

Flashbacks In Italics -> not my gif

All the aviators were gathering by the pool table, each wondering why their peers from years before surrounded them at the Hard Deck. Hangman had just taken a shot against Coyote before standing up, having recognised a familiar head of hair.

“Well if it ain’t Honey!” You stood at the bar, chatting with Penny while sipping on your second beer. You were famous at top gun, being Beau Simpson’s daughter after all. You were training at top gun around the same time as the rest of the pilots in the room, however flying the Air Ambulance and mountain rescue helicopters.

You turned around to the unforgettable voice, the face you were expecting stood before you, smirk adorning his tanned lips. “Hangman, you got old.” A few laughed at your remark but he just chuckled, pulling you into a hug as you embraced him tightly. “Didn’t expect to see you here, darlin’.” He hummed. “Could same the same for you, Jake.”

Your fame here in California wasn’t necessarily due to your father’s rankings, but the name you had made for yourself. It was your own decision to join the Navy, despite your fathers wishes to keep your feet safely planted on terrafirma - away from the dangers of the sky. But after almost a decade of your adamance and training, you were off, deployed on battleships or costal air bases - send to retrieve wounded or stranded fighter pilots when their missions had been unsuccessful.

God it must’ve been a decade since you’ve seen everyone, but these naval aviators couldn’t forget a face that easily - at least not yours.

You were 24, fresh from your required nursing training and now ready to earn your wings. You were accompanied by your father on your first day, getting a prologued lecture that you had yet to start paying attention too. “And watch out for those fast jet pilots. Don’t take no shit off of ‘em.” You raised a brow. “Why what’s wrong with fighter pilots?” You queries, your walk nearing to a close. “Long story short, the think with their dicks.” You scrunched your nose. “Jesus, dad couldn’t you have phrased that better?” He just shrugged and turned your shoulders to face him properly. “But I’m serious, if they try anything come tell me.” You nodded, a small smile on your lips. “Have a great day sweetie, I love you.” He kissed your forehead and gave you a big hug. “I’m starting pilot training, not kindergarten - I’ve been through two years of naval training and six of nursing.” You laughed, just still reciprocated. “I know, but your still my little girl, the only person I got.” Your mum died a while back, it still stung but you both knew you could always rely on the other. “I know, Cyclone.”

You started walking towards the hangar, but heard behind you “it’s admiral to you, lieutenant.” You shook your head, and headed for your first day - the first step into the rest of your life.

The hangar was decorated accordingly, at least ten sparkling and fresh F-18s sat, just waiting for their aviator to fly it. You continued walking, silently passing an ongoing lesson as you spotted your own adjacent to the helipad.

The clicking of boots was loud against the floor, echoing off of the metal of the hangar - the curious minds of the navy’s best fighters looking behind them to find the cause of the sound and god, they weren’t disappointed. There you walked, a stern look on your face, hair trailing gently as a slight breeze blew through the build, aviator glasses sitting atop of your head, and eyes glittering with adoration as you examined the aircraft.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was one of those watching you, a low whistle exerted his lips. “What have we here?” As he said that, Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw lowered his glasses to get a better look than he was already getting. “Now she is mighty fine.” Hangman continued, but Rooster couldn’t say anything, the only thing leaving his mouth was a trail of drool - he wasn’t alone, quite a few of the trainees now distracted, rather than listening to their instructor.

There were three of you training to fly the copter. A girl called Darla and a boy named Simon were both in your shoes. Your first day you were taken for a ride by your own teacher, Hurricane.

You had heard a few of the students mention a nearby bar that was overly friendly to the top gun pilots, so you assumed it wouldn’t hurt giving it a once over that evening. “Penny?” You asked, and the bar hostess turned around at the sound of her name, eyes lighting up when she spotted you. “Oh my god I haven’t seen you since-” She trailed off when she ran over to hug you. “My mum passed, yeah… been off training I’m officially an aviator now.” She raised her brows. “Beau Simpson allowed his daughter to join the navy?” “Not really, but not got much’ve of a say in it now!” You laughed. “Make sure those fast jet pilots keep it in her pants.” She raised her brows. “Damn are they really that bad? Thought my dad was just being dramatic.”

Penny swung back around the busting bar and asked what she could get you. “Just a beer, please.” “Coming up, sweetie!”

You took your drink and headed to the juke box, opting for ‘you've lost that loving feeling’ by The Righteous Brothers. You always loved that song, your dad playing it you when he spoke about when he himself was a top gun graduate. “You lost that lovin’ feeling, sugar?” You heard from beside you. There stood a tanned man, broad shoulders and toned arms that he was definitely flexing, a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of aviators to accompany the moon beyond the windows. “Ain’t lost it just yet.” You replied, taking a drink from your glass. “Names Bradshaw, call sign Rooster.” He offered his hand. “Simpson, call sign Honey.” You took it but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and kissed it gently. “Mhm, sweet light honey, I get the name.” You laughed at the man. “Good to meet you, Bradshaw.” “Whatcha flying?” He asked. “How’d you know I’m flying?” “Saw ya in the hangar.” “Stalking me now?” “Always been drawn to the gorgeous ones.”

You eyed him, before replying. “Helicopters. I’m a nurse, you?” “F-18s, honey.” These were the ones you were warned about, the fighter pilots. But still, you were your fathers daughter - never one for really listening to instructions. “Using my call sign now? Could've at least bought me a drink first.” “Ain’t a call sign more like an observation. PENNY! ANOTHER FOR THIS MIGHTY FINE GAL, PLEASE!”

“How ya been?” He leant his arm against the bar, trapping you slightly. “I’m good hangman, I’m very good, you?” He chuckled and hummed in agreement.

you had been a member of top gun for a few weeks now, and you were enduring a PT session, courtesy of Hurricane. "Up, down." Push ups were gruelling after a full day of strength training, you'd been training so long even some of the fighters were calling it a day. through your peripheral you noticed someone perch beside you and you could only guess who it was when they started doing push ups at double the rate that you were going. "Give it up, Hangman." you huffed, pushing yourself down again. "Come on honey, double time!" and he nudged his hip against your own, sending you off balance. "JAKE! FOR GODS SAKE!" you groaned, keeling over and hitting him.

"Stay away from my pilots, jet boy." Hurricane grunted. "You're dismissed Honey, great work today." "Thank you, captain." Hangman offered his hand once you had gotten your breath back and you took it, heaving you up. he pulled you so close that your chest smashed against his. "Woah if you wanted to kiss you, just had to say darlin' after all, you're looking mighty fine." You rolled your eyes and pushed him off - "In your dreams, Seresin." "You're certainly in my dreams." He slung an arm around your shoulder and winked at you, escorting you to the showers before he had to leave you.

"You finally shake off the leach?" A woman also in the showers asked, a sarcastic smile on her lips. "Only thing stopping him was the female sign on the door." You replied and both shared a laugh, "Phoenix, you must be the famous Honey." "That's my name," You grinned. "You gonna be down at the Hard Deck tonight?" You thought for a moment. "Sure, see you there."

"Well how-howdy little, lil lady!" A voice exclaimed from behind you and you spun around at the voice. A little boy wearing a small pair of western boots, belt wrapped around his waist about three times to hold up the flared jeans he was wearing, vest and a pink Hawaiian shirt hanging open. He tipped his cattleman hat, and lowered his aviator glasses that were about a hundred sizes too big for him, almost falling off of his nose when he moved to rest his hands sassily on his hips. You knelt in front of the boy and gasped, raising your hand and fluttering your eyelashes as you feigned flattery. "Well hello handsome, don't you look nice?" He dropped his facade and giggled, stomping his little feet. you grabbed the boy as you stood up and sat him on the bar, keeping your hands on his waist so he didn't fall.

Hangman cleared his throat. "Who's this?"

you were stood at the pool table playing against Coyote while he was actively trying to flirt with you, just humming when he was bragging about some trip himself and hangman had managed to pull off on their flight today, before you were saved by Phoenix brining you a drink over. 'Life saver' you had mouthed to her, and she just nodded with a wink, pulling you away when you had won the game, Coyote much too busy trying to swoon you to realise the eight ball had already been played. "Hey, darlin'!" You turned to see Rooster, smirk adorning his face as he approached you. "Hey Brad," he began to engage in conversation before everyone's attention was drawn to where Penny's voice directed. "Beau, didn't think I'd see you anytime soon!" He laughed and hugged her, "Still human Pen, just getting better pay." All top gun members throats went dry, their relaxed evening seemingly turning into a drill session within seconds. he looked at the group and waved you over with a smile, everyone's jaws hanging open when he pecked your forehead and started up talk. "Hey dad!"

"Holy shit." Payback groaned. "Simpson, of course." Bradley said. "Well, you know what they say - get the father to like ya, get the daughter." Hangman said as he began approaching the two of you. "No one fucking says that, Bagman." Phoenix remarked, but he was away before he could be stopped.

"Admiral!" Hangman laid a hand on your shoulder and grinned at his superior, your fathers eyebrows shooting up as he looked between the two of you. you did a small eyeroll before shrugging the hand off of your shoulder and looked on, amused as he tried to sweettalk your dad.

you were soon distracted, though by a sweet tune emitting from the bar's ancient piano. you looked to see Bradley playing the starting chords to an infamous Jerry Lee Lewis song and you ran along to join him, pushing across the bench with your hip to simultaneously sing.

"GOODNESS, GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!"

"What'd I tell you about fighter pilots? They're bad news." Your father grumbled under his breath as he drove you back to your temporary home. "They mean well." you hummed, but turned your head against the head rest to look at him. "I'm also not stupid- humouring Hangman is just funny." There was silence for a moment. "What about Rooster?" "What about him?" "I've seen those eyes he looks at you with." "What eyes, dad?" You scoffed with a laugh. "You know, those ones." You turned back to face the darkened road. "They're the only eyes he's got."

Before you could respond to Hangman, the boy groaned loudly. "Mama, I'm thirsty!" He thumped his boot against the bar slightly with a pout at those quivering lips. "Hey, what'd I tell you about stomping?" You hummed, tone gettng sterner. "Don't stomp the foot unless i want a boot in the but." He giggled at the final word. You smiled at him, glad he listened to you at his little tantrums. "You're just like your daddy." You rolled your eyes. "Now what can i get my little cowboy to drink?" "Orange juice please, mama!"

"Mama?!"

After thirty weeks of aggressive training, you had finally been out on several 'dummy' rescue missions. "So today, pilots we'll be focusing on-" The siren which had laid dormant since you arrived at top gun started bleating loudly with an iterative red beacon, accompanied by a female voice overing the neighbouring intercom. "Requested: lieutenant Simpson, Honey, lieutenant Pierce, bear, lieutenant Shirley, Temple, two F-18 fighter jets down at Toro Canyon Park, immediate medical backup required." The Captain looked at you guys. "Show time pilots, show me what you've got." And before you knew it, you were in the air and navigating your way towards the billowing smoke. You landed just off of the treeline, and managed to find the wreckages rather quickly - but it wasn't the planes you were concerned about, it was the pilots.

Two parachutes 100 feet away from one another, seemig like a collision below the allowed guidelines, you were guessing a mock dog-fight, "I've got this one." You ran towards one of the victims and your peers headed to the other, each carrying your medical bag.

you peeled to parachute away from them, and gasped when you saw a knocked out Rooster laying motionless on the grass. "Bradley!" You shook his shoulders, seeing no signs of response so moving him into the recovery position. After checking there was no obvious nor outstanding damage to his head, you removed his helmet to see a nasty gash bleeding right above where his helmet had cracked. "Brad," You kept talking, attempting to make him conscious. "Stay with me, Bradley." you began to apply pressure to where the bleed was, making a make-shift bandage covering the top of his skull until you could get him back to base.

"Hey Honey" you heard his voice rasp as he attempted to raise to his elbows but you pushed him back down. "Hi Roo, just gotta stay there for me, got a nasty gash on your head here." You explained, resting his head against the ground. "You're fuckin' gorgeous." He giggle, looking at your eyes with a dreamily-dazed expression. "Okay, Brad seems like a concussion." "No, no, you're the prettiest woman I've ever seen, wanna marry ya." He continued to blurt out. you tried to ignore the fluttering of butterflies in your gut, just shaking your head. "You don't know what you're sayin' Brad, just gotta stay still for me." You secured a neck brace. "No i know what i'm saying, i wanna take you out and propose and fuck ya so hard that you scream, then ill make love to ya so we have our own little Bradshaw-" He continued to mumble. you breath faltered and your heart skipped a beat at the thought. "There you go, Bradley. Ready to get you home." You secured him as Temple came over to help you, heaving up the other end of the stretched, and moving back to the helicopter, Bradley shutting his eyes in the meantime.

"Who was the other?" You asked. "Hangman" she replied with a scoff mixed with a laugh as you joined her. "Shocker. He injered too?" You asked and she shook her head no. "Was sat up awake when we got to him, damaged ego but nothing else - still taking him to medical to get a once over though." You nodded in response, giving the thumbs up Bear when Rooster was secured. Hangman took a sip of his complementary water, "Hey, Honey" You nodded. "Hangman" "What's up with Bradshaw?" "Concussion, head trauma, need to get back to medical to confirm anything else." he leant forward and placed a hand on the centre of your back and surveyed Rooster. "Back off, Hangman." He raised his hands with a chuckle, before moving backwards and allowing you to work.

You'd worked some overtime that day to wait with Bradley and make sure he could get discharged that evening so that's why you were sat beside him, having just replaced his glucose drip feeding into his arm. The clocked ticked over to eight but you didn't mind, you were move than happy to watch the sunset outside of the window in silence, especially beside Bradley - even if he's knocked out cold.

A sudden cough withdrew you from your thoughts as Rooster's eyes fluttered open. "Hey, sweetheart." "Don't you dare sit up." You warned with a glare, noticing the way his arms shifted below him and he relaxed again with a small smile. "Now this is a view I could wake up to everyday." He said. "Yeah, the sunset's beautiful-" "No, I mean you, I could wake up to you everyday." He spoke softly and cut you off, looking at you with a gentle stare.

"How are you feeling?" You ignored his statement. "I'm okay, seriously, just a bit tired." You smiled. "I stitched up your head, so no flying because you also suffered a concussion-" "I meant what I said." You stopped talking and gave him a questioning expression. "I'm in love with you." "Bradley-" He reached up and kissed you softly and you relaxed into it. "You been growing a moustache, Bradshaw?" "Do y' like it?" You hummed as you nodded. "Good 'cause it's stayin'."

"Yes, I'm his mom, aren't I baby?" You pinched his cheek and asked Penny for an OJ "Oh my! I didn't realise there was a big scary cowboy in my bar, here's your juice box, sir." Penny curtseyed at your son. "Much obly-obul- oby-lysed obliged, ma'am" He smiled, blowing bubbled into the carton through the small straw.

"Who's his dad-" "Nick! Buddy, what'd I tell ya about running from the truck!?" voice bellowed from the doorway, you turned to your husband, who's eyes softened at the sight of you when he removed the aviator glasses from his face. He walked over and grabbed you waist, pulling you flush against his body and leaning down you kiss you lovingly. "Oh I get it, you saw a mighty fine lady and decided she was more important than sticking with your poor old dad, I get it." He said to your son, nipping at your neck with his teeth.

Hangman gritted his teeth and forced a smile and acknowledged you husband, "Rooster."

You spent the next three months sneaking around with Bradley, hidden winks, ghost-like touches, stolen kisses, and honestly a few on-base fucks. All secret until one day your dad had decided to visit your medical station, where you were laid on the bed against Bradley's shoulder while he left kisses in your hair and drew shapes on your hips. "Hey hon-" You father walked in and the two of you immediately jumped off of one another. He froze in the doorway, "What the fuck!" He about-turned on his heels, slamming the door shut behind him before storming off. "Oh god-" You stood up, but was pulled back by Bradley. "He was gonna find out eventually," "He's gonna disown me, Brad-" You had never seen you father that mad before.

"Bradshaw." The group heard from behind their lesson. "Admiral," Rooster turned to see him, and the group hollered like a group of school-kids teasing the man as he was lead away from the hangar and towards Admiral Simpson's office. They sat in silence momentarily, Cyclone staring out of the window and taking deep breaths, assumingly trying to calm himself.

"What're you playin' at, Bradshaw?" He asked after a while. "Excuse me, sir?" He turned towards Bradley - crossing his arms over his chest. "My daughter, seriously?! My only fucking daughter?" His tone of voice rose with every syllable. "With all due respect, sir-" "No, you do not get to talk. My daughter if the only thing I have in life and the only thing I can really protect her from now she joined the navy is scum like you." "Scum?" "You fast-jet pilots are all the same. Can't keep your dicks in your pants, well I'm telling you now - you stay the fuck away from her-" Bradley cut him off. "If I'm not mistaken, you were once, too a fast-jet pilot and that means you lived up to your own assumptions, and I know she's the only one you got because your wifes's gone," "Shut your mouth Rooster, and listen-" "No-" Rooster stood up, his chair being shoved abck against the wall behind him. "You listen. We may not've been together that long, but I fucking love her and I wanna marry her whether you like it or not, maybe you should look at yourself as a fahter, she's been stayin' with me, balling her eyes out for the past week 'cause the only person she's got left ignores her calls and pretty much disowns her! That's your fuckin' problem, now if you dont mind, Admiral, I'm goin' home to the love of my fuckin' life and you have absolutely no authority to stop me." Bradley spat with venom, slamming the door shut behind him and heading home to you.

Cyclone gained a lot of respect for Rooster, that day.

"Hello," Your dad walked into the hangar where you were with Bradley and the two of yours conversation end quickly as you look towards your father with a blank and unreadable expression. "Sweetheart I'm so sorry," "I don't want your apologies, dad." You grunted. "Want me to leave, hon?" Bradley asked, but your father answered him instead "no, i need you here too." "Look since your mom died your the only thing I have I'd live in rags on the street if it meant you were happy, i couldn't stop you joining the navy and i was so scared, what if something happened to you? And i knew from working here for nearly a decade what the aviator reputation was. When i saw you with Rooster i felt I'd failed the last part of you i could protect. but i know, you're not a little girl anymore and I shouldn't have reacted that way, I'm sorry."

You said nothing, but stood up and hugged him tightly, tears apparent in your eyes. "It's alright, sorry for going against your wishes." You reciprocated, "You are a Simpson after all." You both laughed, and your father held out an arm. "Come on Bradshaw, I can deal with you as a son-in-law, I guess."

"Bagman." You husband nodded, mouth pursing into a thin line. "He yours?" Bradley grinned, cockily. "He sure as hell is, aint ya, Nick?" "Yeah, dad!" The boy giggled.

"Er, I think Coyotes callin' me." And he walked away, to absolutely no one as Bradley chuckled victoriously and snaked his arms around you. "You scared him off, Brad." "Good, shouldn't even be lookin' at ya, you're all mine." He pecked your cheek, pulling yourself and your son along with you, and towards the piano, still sat in its spot in the Hard Deck.

It was graduation day, all the top gun graduated gathered to celebrate, Bradley raising his trophy above his head smugly, showing it off to his fellow pilots and the accompanying civillians.

"Bradshaw, congrats on getting top gun." Cyclone approached him. "Thank you, Admiral." He thought for a moment. "Can I have your blessing?" Cyclone looked at him, confused. "Can I marry her?" He was nervously sweating, gulping on his saliva and pulling at the collar on his neck. Your father immediately smiles and shook Bradley's hand. "Of course you can."

Your wedding day was like no other, a runway close to the ocean, a flyover from Phoenix and a few others from Top Gun, your dress was gorgeous, Bradley cried as you walked down the isle, when your father gave you away, when you said your vows, he never stopped crying. God, he was over the moon happy. "I love you, Honey." "I love you, Rooster."

even your honey moon was pure bliss, although the resort was gorgeous you hardly left the hotel room, Bradley too busy fucking you into the sheets and trying to put a baby to you just like he had promised when you had recovered him from that botched training exercise.

Now here you were, perched on the leg of your husband, your four year old son singing along to the tune as Bradley sang to him, playing the piano simultanous to circling your waist.

"GOODNESS, GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!"

and Nick had called it a night, you and Bradley said goodbyes to your friends at the bar who had also been called back to top gun, you saying goodbye to Maverick when your husband wasn't looking, you headed to the truck. "How about we get home and I fuck another baby into ya'?" Bradley asked against your lips, between desperate kisses. "Take me to bed or loose me forever, Rooster." "Show me the way home, Honey."

And the men all stood there in silence, sickened to their stomachs, their sweet Honey stolen away by no other than Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. Damn.

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“Best Friends” 2

Hello!!

Top Gun is still running my life even though it’s been months since it’s come out.

Anyway, Rooster has such a tight grip on my atm so heres a part two to Best Friends, not requested but has been living in my head rent free as well as some other parts!

Enjoy!

Paring: Rooster x Fem Reader

Warning: One swear word, my shitty writing, sexual innuendo

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, what can I do for you?"

"You can unlock your window."

I furrow my eyebrows before walking out of the bathroom, making sure my towel was secured around my chest and making my way over to my window.

I spotted the blue Bronco parked across the street first before I let my eyes travel to the ground, Bradley waving up at me once I catch his gaze. I send him a little wave before unlocking my window, watching as Bradley pockets his phone as I push the window up.

Turning on my heel, having already watched him climb my wall many times before, I toss my phone onto my bed before heading over to my dresser to fish out some pj's. I grab out some sleep shorts before grabbing a T-shirt that no doubt used to belong to Bradley.

Tossing my pj's on the top of the dresser, I turn as I hear Bradley side through the window.

As he was shutting the window, I let my eyes take him in. He was in his flight uniform, which shocked me a little as he always usually changes before leaving base, and it was a sight for sore eyes. It was rare that I got to see him in something other than his Hawaiian shirts. I let my eyes travel over his back, his broad back seemed even broader in the suit. The deep green made the freshly tanned skin stand out even more.

Bradley turns and moves his gaze around the room before letting his gaze land on me.

Wasn't even subtle about his eyes traveling from my head to my toes and back up again, the infamous smirk gracing his face, "Only candles for light, music playing in the background, and you in nothing but a teeny towel. Did you know I was coming over?"

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms as I lean up against the dresser, "What are you doing here?"

"A guy can't come to see his best girl?"

"There's something wrong with you?"

He mimics me, crossing his arms over his chest making him look even hotter, if that was even possible, "I don't know what you're talking about, there is nothing wrong with me."

I let out a laugh, "You're a filthy liar Bradshaw. I could tell from the moment you stepped foot in this room that there was something bothering you."

Bradley raises an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side, "Oh?"

Nodding, I push myself off the dresser before walking the small distance to stand in front of him, "See other than the fact that you're way too tense, you've also done this thing since I've known you. When you're mad, jealous, or there's something bothering you, you do this very sexy jaw thing where you clench your jaw," I bring my fingers to rest the back of his jaw on either side, "multiple times until you either get over it or you talk about it."

His eyes wander over my face for what seems like forever before he lets out a sigh, "You're right."

I do my best to fight the victorious smile threatening to take over my face, "I want to hear about but you smell like jet fuel and while I usually love that smell, I don't want my entire room smelling like it, so go shower and we will talk about when you get out."

Bradley shakes his head with a laugh before agreeing, grabbing some of his stuff from my dresser and heading into the bathroom. He sends me a wink before closing the bathroom door.

I wait until I hear the shower running before I drop my towel and grab my lotion. Quickly, I rub the lotion in before sliding my sleep shorts on and slipping my shirt over my head. I hang up my towel on the hook on my door before grabbing my lotion and heading over to my bed.

I play on my phone until Bradley was done, placing it on the bedside table when I heard the bathroom door open. I, without an ounce of shame, kept my eyes on him as he exited with his chest full on display and sweats low on his hips.

He switches the light off before making his way over to the bed, falling chest first into the mattress. He smiles as his gaze lands on the lavender lotion, "God, you're so good to me."

I playfully roll my eyes before moving from my side of the bed, taking a seat at the bottom of his hips. Letting a generous amount of lotion fall into my hands, I slowly rub them together so it wasn't as cold, "Alright, tell me what happened."

He let out a big sigh as I begin to work my hands into his back muscles, falling silent for a few minutes.

"Today was the first day of training at Top Gun. We were all there so it's clear that it's a pretty huge mission. Admiral Bates comes in and starts talking about how we're the best of the best, there's no one out there like us, and that it's basically going to come down to just some of us going on this mission. He moves on to talk about our instructor and how he's the best, the finest pilot Top Gun has ever seen, and in walks Pete fucking Mitchell aka Maverick."

My movements halt, "What?"

"I have to spend the next few weeks training with the man that almost ruined my career."

"Well, this is your opportunity to show him what he did was wrong. He obviously had his reasons for what he did, we don't know them, but he did. You're the best of the best so show him that. Don't him get to you, don't let him get under your skin. You're there for a reason B, show him why."

Bradley was silent as he nods.

I knew Maverick was a very tough subject for him, with what he did with Bradley's papers and especially with what happened with his dad even though it was an accident.

"You always know what to say don't you?"

I let out a small laugh as I climb off of him, setting the lotion on the table before climbing under the covers on my side, "It's a gift."

He raises his head off the mattress, "You're insufferable."

I tilt my head as I look at him, gently bringing my fingers up to trace his new mustache, "What's with the porn stache?"

His little smirk returns, "You don't like it?"

A smirk of my own makes its appearance as I shrug, "Looks like a nice place to sit."

The look on his face was priceless, mouth open with his eyes wide.

I turn over towards the table, grabbing a candle, and blow the flame out, "Goodnight Bradley."

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