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bellaireland1981 · 11 months

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Special Delivery for the Birthday Boy

Summary: You enlist Phoenix’s help to surprise your husband on his birthday. You’d been living on opposite coasts since he’d been called back to Top Gun and you were ready to reunite with him just in time to celebrate his birthday. An added bonus is you also get to surprise the rest of the Daggers who have no clue that Bradley is married.

Word Count: 3.9K

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of birthday sex but no actual smut, mentions of pregnancy.

A/N: I do not own TGM characters, I DO NOT give permission to anyone to repost, copy or translate my work to any other platform or website. Don’t steal my work... it’s not cool. AS always thank you to @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls for letting me bounce ideas off them and encouraging me!! Reblogs and comments always appreciated!

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Side note: Meant to get this posted yesterday but wanted to redo a few things on it...still not 100% sure I love how it turned out but...here you go!

YOU: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! I LOVE YOU! I’ll be in interviews all day but I’ll FaceTime you tonight. Fly Safe! 💋

HUBBY: Thank you, Dove. I miss you so much 🙁 Wish you were here. Love you 💗

“Are you sure he doesn’t know I’m coming?” You asked, putting your suitcase into the back and climbing into the passenger seat. “Thanks again for coming to get me!”

“Y/N, I promise, he’s absolutely clueless.” Phoenix assured you, smiling. “He’s been moping around all day because he can’t get a hold of you. And you’re welcome! I can’t wait to see his face!”

“I can’t wait to see his face either… I miss that face.” You said, leaning back in the seat. “I’ll be so happy when we’re living on the same damn coast again.”

“When will that be?” She asked, merging into the traffic leaving the San Diego International Airport. “Rooster mentioned you had some loose ends to tie up out East.”

“That’s part of his birthday present.” You said beaming, “I actually just accepted a teaching position for the fall. I had an interview over Zoom yesterday. Bradley thinks I’m in interviews all day today.”

“Y/N that’s awesome!” Phoenix exclaimed, “He’ll be so damn excited.”

“I’m excited.” You laughed, “I’ve had enough of being across the country from my husband. Especially after the last mission. How are things really going with him and Maverick?”

“Honestly?” She said, “Much better than when we got back to Top Gun. They’ve talked and are actively trying. It’s been really good for Rooster.”

“Good.” You replied, “I’ve been trying to get him to reach out for a few years. He just wasn’t ready. I’m glad he got this chance. It’ll be interesting to meet the man.”

“He’s a good guy.” She said, “Bob and I are the only ones that know about you, by the way.”

“I figured.” You laughed. “I’m kind of looking forward to that bombshell being dropped too. From everything I’ve heard about everyone, the reactions should be priceless. I’m especially looking forward to Hangman’s reaction.”

“Oh, this will be absolutely priceless.” Phoenix laughed, “For as much shit as he gives Rooster for never hitting on women at the Hard Deck and not having any game… he’s going to have to eat his words. He’ll most likely hit on you though if he meets you before knowing you’re married to Rooster.”

“Are things better between them though?” You asked, “I know Hangman wasn’t Bradley’s favorite person… and they’ve butted heads in the past. When it counted though, that man came through for my husband and it’s a debt I’ll never be able to repay.”

“They’ve formed a tentative friendship.” She said, “It’s new… but there is a strong mutual respect between them. They’ve flown better together in training since the mission…have become a pretty damn good team actually.”

“It makes me feel better knowing he’s got the best pilots in the Navy flying with him.” You said, “I always felt safer when I knew he was deployed with you.”

“Just because you know I’ll keep his ass out of trouble.” She laughed. “I get it though. You have to trust your wingman. This last mission showed us that we can really all trust one another to come through for each other.”

She pulled into the driveway of her apartment complex parking her car and the two of you got out. You grabbed your suitcase from the back and followed her up to her apartment.

“Ok I just need like a half hour to shower and get ready!” You said, “Then I’ll be ready to go!”

“Take your time.” She laughed, “I’ll grab a towel for you. While you shower, I’ll text the group. Jake is actually in charge of getting Bradley to the Hard Deck for birthday drinks.”

You opened your suitcase, pulling out a sundress you’d left on top for easy access. It was one of Bradley’s favorites on you so you made sure to pack it. You grabbed the strapless bra and matching lace panties you’d bought to wear with the dress and headed to the shower. You tied your hair up so it wouldn’t get wet and quickly jumped into the shower.

True to your word, thirty minutes later you were dressed and ready to go. You’d left your hair down, opted for light makeup and only wore a necklace Bradley had given you for your anniversary (a Dove pendant on a dainty silver chain). You slipped your feet into wedge sandals and grabbed your purse and the small gift bag with Bradley’s other birthday present in it and headed out to the living room where Phoenix was waiting.

“Ready!” You said, excited to finally be headed out to see your husband.

“Jake said he’s having a hard time getting Rooster to go to the bar. He asked him after work and he said he was just going to go home.” Phoenix said. “I can drop you off at the Hard Deck then go to the house and drag his ass out. He’ll listen to me.”

“Hold on.” You said, “He’s probably waiting for me to FaceTime him and doesn't want to miss that call… SHIT! He’ll recognize your apartment…. Ok…. no problem.. I’ve got this.”

You brought your husband’s name up on your phone, hitting the call button.

“Baby you said FaceTime.” Bradley complained, answering the phone on the second ring. “Where’s your beautiful face?”

“I know, Sweetie,” You replied, sighing, “I promise I’ll FaceTime you later tonight. I messed up the time difference and I got a call from another school to interview with. I just really want to find a job out there so I can get to you. How about you go get a birthday drink with Nix and then by the time you get home I’ll be free and we can FaceTime.”

“It’s OK, Dove.” He said, “Good luck in the interview, Baby. They’ll all want you and you’ll have your pick of jobs. I just miss you so damn much. I want to be able to come home to you at night. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bradley.” You said, your heart breaking at how sad he sounded, even knowing you were about to make him so happy. “I’ll be home there with you before you even know it and you’ll be coming home to me every single night. Promise you’ll go get a drink with your friends? Celebrate your birthday?”

“I promise.” He said, “I’ll talk to you later, Baby. Good Luck.”

“Thank you, Sweetie.” You replied, “I love you so so much.”

“Love you too.” He replied.

After hanging up you had Phoenix text the group chat again to let everyone know that drinks were happening at the Hard Deck in thirty minutes for Bradshaw’s birthday. Then she texted Bradley and let him know she wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer.

PHOENIX: Bradshaw, your ass better be at the Hard Deck in 30 minutes or I’ll be at your house to drag your ass out myself. 😡

ROOSTER: My wife already texted you? Lol 😂 I’m changing out of my flight suit now. Be there in 30.

“Alright, he’s changing now!” Phoenix said, smiling, “Let’s get you to your husband!”

You pulled your suitcase back down to her car, throwing it into the back again to be transferred to your husband’s Bronco once you were at the Hard Deck. Knowing you were going to be seeing him in 30 minutes caused excitement to flood your system. You’d been married for three years, together for five and gone through much longer deployments and separations that the one you’d just been through, but never before had he flown such a dangerous mission where it had been pretty much assumed someone wasn’t coming home.

“Not long now!” Phoenix said, smiling over at you, knowing where your head was going. “An added bonus to this new assignment is the deployments won’t be as often or as long. We will actually be getting to do more instructing of the new classes of Top Gun students in between missions. You won’t have to worry about long separations anymore.”

“I’ve done ok as long as I didn’t let myself think about it too much.” You said, “The minute I let myself think about how close he came to not coming home… I lose it.”

“You’ll feel much better once you see him and have him back in your arms.” She promised, “I know he’ll feel better once he’s got you in his arms too.”

“You’re right.” You said. “Just need him in my arms.”

She pulled into the parking lot of the bar a short time later and you made your way inside.

“Looks like everyone except Rooster is here.” Phoenix said, spotting everyone in their regular corner of the bar when they walked in. “Let’s go grab drinks from the bar and kill time until he gets here. I want him to be the one to introduce you.”

You followed her to the bar, sitting in one of the free seats.

“Hey, Phoenix.” Penny said, coming over, “What can I get for you two?”

“Hey, Penny.” She replied, “I’ll take a beer, Y/N?”

“Just a Ginger Ale or Sprite if you have it?” You asked, smiling. “I’m going to be DD tonight for my husband.”

“One of these aviators belong to you?” Penny asked, grabbing the beer for Phoenix and filling a glass with ice and pouring the amber soda for you.

“He’s not here yet.” You replied, smiling. “But yeah, I have to take claim for an aviator.”

“Penny, do you know if Mav is coming tonight?” Phoenix asked, winking at you. “Figured he might pop in for Rooster’s birthday.”

“I think he said he’s stopping in.” She replied, “I’m so glad those two are finally talking!”

“You and me both!” Phoenix replied, taking a drink of her beer.

“Phoenix, why are you sitting over here keeping your beautiful friend here from joining us?” A smooth voice sounded behind you both. You turned and smirked, knowing exactly who was standing behind you.

“Bagman, you’re not allowed to harass my friend.” Phoenix said, rolling her eyes. “She is definitely not your type.”

“I’m Hangman.” He said, flashing a megawatt smile, complete with dimples. You were sure that smile landed him plenty of ladies. You had to bite back a laugh when you glanced over at Phoenix who was rolling her eyes. “Or Jake, whichever you prefer.”

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Hangman.” You replied, glancing behind him as the door opened and a very familiar mustached aviator walked in wearing one of his million Hawaiian shirts. Thankfully he hadn’t seen you yet so you still had the element of surprise. “Phoenix is right though, you’re not my type. I only give my heart to 6 '1”, brown eyed,curly haired, aviators with mustaches and a penchant for Hawaiian shirts.”

“Oddly specific…” He said, confused, but turning to see where your eyes had landed. You hopped off the seat and moved past him, straight into Bradley’s line of sight.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” You called, catching his attention. His head shot up, his eyes locking in on you immediately, a shocked smile stretching across his face. “Surprise, Baby! Happy Birthday!”

“Dove!” He exclaimed, finally snapping out of his shock. He closed the distance between you two quickly, meeting him in the middle, and scooped you up into his arms. Your legs wrapped around him so he was holding you koala style, your lips locking against his own in a passionate kiss, neither of you caring that you were standing in the middle of a crowded bar. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so damn much, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re really here!”

“Forgive me for not FaceTiming now?” You asked, laughing “I was at Phoenix’s apartment when I called.”

“You’re a little minx.” He laughed. “I forgive you baby.”

“Bradshaw!” Jake said, “Care you’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Give me a minute, Hangman.” Bradley replied, setting you down, but not letting you go. “I haven’t seen my wife in a couple of months. Let me say ‘hello’.”

“WIFE?” Jake exclaimed, “Phoenix, you know about this?”

“Yup.” She smirked, leading Jake away from you and Bradley. “Give them a minute. They’ll join us shortly.”

You were still wrapped in Bradley’s arms and you finally felt like you were home.

“I can’t believe you’re really here, Dove.” He said, resting his forehead against your own. “You look so beautiful, Baby.”

“I’m really here, my love.” You promised, kissing him softly. “It’s so good to see your face and kiss you and to be in your arms. I love you so much. From now on, I will go where you go whenever humanly possible.”

“I love you too, Beautiful.” He replied, “I’m hoping this will be our permanent home base. How close are we to being a one coast family?”

“Actually, how likely is it that you can get leave to help me pack up our Virginia house?” You asked.

“Pretty likely.” He smiled, “Do you have a timeline?”

“Whenever you’re ready.” You said, “I accepted a job out here for the fall, officially resigned at the district in Virginia Beach and cleared out my classroom two days ago.”

“FUCK YES!” He exclaimed, picking you up and swinging you around, “I’ll put in for leave tomorrow. As soon as it’s granted we’ll book a flight back and pack it all up and list the house.”

“Bradshaws!” Jake yelled, “Join the party!”

“We’re being paged.” You laughed, “Come on, Baby. Introduce me to your friends.”

You and Bradley walked over to the corner where everyone had congregated and introductions were made.

“Everyone, this is my wife Y/N.” Bradley said, happy to finally get to introduce you to everyone, “Baby, this is the squad. You’ve met Hangman. That’s Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and you already know Bob.”

“Hey Y/N” Bob said, coming over to hug you, “It’s good to see you again!”

“Hi, Bob!” You replied smiling, hugging him back, “It’s so good to see you too!” Then looking at the rest of the group you smiled and said, “It’s so nice to finally meet you all. Bradley’s told me all about you guys.”

“Wait a damn minute!” Jake said, turning to glare and Bradley, “Phoenix and Bob BOTH knew you had a wife? What the HELL, Rooster? I saved your life and I don’t get to be in the cool kids club knowing you have a WIFE? I thought we were friends, man.”

“Jake…”Bradley said, unsure what to say, “Come on man, it’s not like that…we are friends…”

You look over at Jake who’s doing all that he can to not smile, enjoying the fact that Bradley has no idea what to say.

“Baby, he’s playing you.” You told your husband, winking at Jake. “Jake, stop bullying my husband. It’s his birthday. Play nicely and you come over for home cooked meals.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied, smiling, “Sorry, Rooster. Couldn’t resist. Congrats on the beautiful wife. She’s a firecracker. Definitely keep her.”

“I plan on it, Hangman.” Bradley said, shaking his head at the blonde aviator.

The night continues with the group playing pool, swapping stories, drinking and you filling them in on how you and Bradley met and ended up married. Eventually, Phoenix made her way to the Jukebox and pulled the plug, silencing the music, causing your husband to chuckle. There was a mixed reaction from the bar to the music being cut. Some booed, upset that whatever had been playing was cut off mid song, the rest cheered, clearly knowing something was about to happen.

“That’s my cue, Baby.” Bradley said, tapping your leg to signal he needed up. You stood up to let him get off the chair, but before you could sit back down, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him to an upright piano.

“They clearly know your party trick.” You teased, “Come on birthday boy, serenade your fans.” Bradley sat down on the bench, pulling you down next to him. His fingers moved over the keys, playing a random melody before launching into the familiar intro chords to Great Balls of Fire. You knew he could play a million other songs, but this one in particular held the most meaning to him as it was the one his dad had played and sang when he was little before he died.

You could tell Bradley had done this before here because everyone crowded around and were singing along with him while he played. You joined in, belting out the song alongside your husband. KISS ME BABY.. (you leaned in to kiss him quickly) OOOOO THAT FEELS GOOD, HOLD ME BABY….. WELL, I’LL STILL HOLD YOU LIKE A LOVER SHOULD….. YOU’RE FINE…. SO KIND… I GOT TO TELL THIS WORLD THAT YOU’RE MINE MINE MINE MINE!

When the song finished the bar erupted into loud cheers and chants yelling “ROOSTER”. You loved seeing your husband in his element like this. You quickly took advantage of being in front of the piano and scooted your husbands fingers off the keys, replacing them with your own and started to play Happy Birthday. You were happy when everyone around you immediately joined in and soon the entire bar was signing to your husband.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy BIRTHDAY dear ROOSTER, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“Make a wish, Baby”! You said, turning towards him.

“All my wishes have come true.” He replied, leaning in to kiss you.

“Hey Rooster,” Phoenix said, gently, not wanting to interrupt the moment. “Mav’s at the bar.”

“Ready to meet my Godfather?” He asked you.

“Definitely ready.” You replied. “Then I’ve got the rest of your birthday present.”

“Baby!” He exclaimed, “You’re here, you’re MOVING here, YOU are my present.”

“Ok, well, there’s more.” You shrugged laughing. “Introduce me to Mav.”

Bradley took your hand and led you to the bar where Mav was sitting sipping a beer. He looked up as you both approached and smiled, standing up.

“Happy Birthday, Kid.” Mav said, hugging Bradley tightly.

“Thanks, Mav.” He replied, hugging him back. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

You stepped closer, smiling softly. You were nervous to meet the man that meant so much to Bradley and who had been like a father to him growing up before everything had exploded. You wanted to help your husband to build that relationship back up, knowing how important it was to have family. Your own parents adored Bradley and had immediately welcomed him into the family when you’d brought him home the first time.

“This is my wife, Y/N.” He said, his arm around your waist, “Baby, this Mav. He helped my mom raise me after my dad died.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” Mav said, his voice thick with emotion.

“It’s great to finally meet you too.” You replied, smiling, stepping forward to pull him into a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“For the record, Y/N’s been trying to get me to reach out for a couple of years now.” Bradley admitted. “I’m just bullheaded.”

“At least he admits it.” You laughed. “We’d love to have you over for dinner though, Mav. I’d really love to get to know you.”

“I would love that, Y/N.” He replied, “I’d love to get to know the one making my Godson so happy.”

“He’s easy to love.” You said, looking over your shoulder at your husband. “He makes me pretty damn happy too.”

“I think I’m going to steal my wife now and take her home.” Bradley said, “She just flew in today and is still on East Coast time.”

“Sounds good.” Mav said, “Enjoy the rest of your birthday, Kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” He replied, smiling, “See you tomorrow.”

After saying goodbye to the rest of the squad, you were finally able to escape out to the Bronco. Phoenix had already transferred your suitcase while you were inside.

“Do you need me to drive?” You asked, you hadn’t kept track of your husband’s drinks tonight.

“Nope. I’m good.” He said, smiling, opening the passenger door for you,“Only had 2 beers earlier, nothing since. Hop in, Dove.”

You leaned back in the seat, enjoying the air coming in from the open windows as Bradley drove you both home. He had found an apartment not far from base that did short term leases when he’d come back to San Diego for the mission. Now that you knew it would be permanent the two of you could start to look for a house together. You made a mental note to start looking at listings tomorrow while he was at work.

The apartment wasn’t too far from The Hard Deck either, so before long, Bradley was pulling the Bronco into the parking space and shutting it off. He came around to open your door for you before pulling your suitcase from the back of the Bronco.

“Ready to see our temporary home in person?” He asked

“More than ready.” You said, “Especially the bed… I really wanna see the bed.”

“I can’t wait to get you into bed either, Baby.” He smirked, “Birthday sex is the best.”

“Lead the way, Stud.” You winked, “I still have another birthday surprise for you.”

“Is it under your dress?” He asked, taking your hand and leading you to the front door, unlocking it and ushering you inside.

“It is…” You replied, “But I need something from my suitcase first.” You unzipped the suitcase and pulled out the small gift bag inside before handing it to Bradley. “Happy Birthday, Baby.”

He smiled, reaching to take the bag, leaning down to kiss you as he did, “Thank you, Dove.”

He opened the bag, taking out the tissue paper, and pulling out two onesies. Holding them up, you could see the moment it registered in his head what he was looking at. His eyes filled with tears as he read each one.

“Future Aviator, just like my Daddy,” He read, before holding up the other one to read, “Daddy’s Wingman”

He looked up at you, “Baby, you’re….we’re…really?” He was too choked up to get the words out. You smiled, tears of your own spilling over and running down your cheeks.

“Yes” You whispered, unable to get your own voice to work. He carefully set the onesies in the bag and pulled you into his arms, your own going around his neck. His lips connected with yours in a deep kiss, desperate to convey all of his love and feelings to you in that moment.

“We’re having a baby.” He whispered, when you’d both pulled back to breathe. “How far along?”

“I just hit 11 weeks.” You said, then reached for your purse to pull out the sonogram photo you had safely tucked inside, “And actually… let’s go sit on the couch and I’ll show you the sonogram…”

He took your hand leading you to the couch, sitting down with you tucked into his side. You handed him the envelope with the copies of the sonogram from the doctor. He carefully opened it up, pulling them out to look.

“Dove…” He said, shock once again covering his face “Are you serious right now?”

“Surprise!” You chuckled, “Turns out you're top 1% in more than just flying, Baby.”

“We’re having twins.” He smiled, looking at the sonogram, “I’m gonna be a daddy.”

“You’re gonna be the best daddy.” You confirmed, “Happy Birthday, Bradley.”

“This has been the best birthday ever, Dove.” He replied, leaning over to kiss you. “Thank you for making all of my wishes come true.”

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year

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Left at the Altar Part 2 [*] Part 3 Epilogue [*] - Fem!Reader (Ex-Girlfriend!Reader)

CW: Suggestive/Implied Sexual Content (Part 2 and Epilogue), Angst, Exes, Pregnancy and Kids (Epilogue only)

Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.

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beyondthesefourwalls · 1 year

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Remember You Even When I Don't (8)

Summary: A training accident, the doctor had told him. A nasty one that led him here, laying in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an inability to remember the woman sitting beside him. What he did know, though, was that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you felt important to him. That, as it turns out, would become an understatement.

Words: 5.5K

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw/Reader (no use of y/n, so can be read as unnamed oc)

Warnings: angst, hospitals, memory loss, language, suggestive themes, smut

Notes: Please note the updated warnings. These next few chapters are a new stage of Bradley and Pumpkin growing back together, and while I'm very excited about it, I know it may not be for everyone. For everyone who sticks around, please continue to comment and reblog, and my inbox is always open! I love to talk about these two :)

This was inspired by a one shot by the lovely @roosterforme and would not exist without her assistance. If you haven't read any of her stuff, please check out her masterlist - you won't be disappointed! All of the thanks to her and @mak-32 for being the best cheerleaders and friends I could ask for!

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You’re working today. You hadn’t wanted to, but a local congresswoman you had requested an interview with months ago finally agreed to a conversation in her office, and Bradley wouldn’t let you pass it up. It was only for a few hours, but he finds himself missing you while you’re gone.

This is the first time he had really been alone in the house for a long period of time since he got back from the hospital a month ago, and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He had tried to read a book, or get lost in a movie, but nothing had really kept his attention. He was laying on the couch, the news on the tv in the background, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t fully dove into all that it contained, and he figured now was the time to do it, even if you weren’t here to answer any questions that he might have.

It’s interesting, seeing himself this way. Groupchats where he was an active participant, talking about parties or plans he has no recollection of, or discussing flight schedules for the week. He swaps Star Wars and Harry Potter trivia with Fanboy and gym regimes with Hangman and sends music back and forth with Coyote.

When he opens the text thread he has with you, the only one pinned to the top of his messages, his breath catches at the last message received.

I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.

It was sent the day of his accident, and he knew by the time stamp that it was sent after the crash. You must have texted that to him while you were waiting for news on his condition, and not for the first time, he feels both guilt and gratitude go through him; he’s so sorry that he’s hurt you like this, but he’s so glad he’s here now.

He scrolls for a while, reading you rambling to him about your work day and bouncing ideas for articles off of him, jumping from one topic to the next while you know he’s in the air or teaching a class so he doesn’t have his phone on him. Based on his responses that come later on, he knows he never minded the almost nonsensical messages. Even now, he finds it adorable and enjoys reading through them. There are conversations about dinner and what true crime documentary the two of you were going to watch that weekend.

There’s a little bit of everything in these messages between the two of you, but his brow furrows when he gets to a point about a week before his accident.

I’m on my way home, he had texted you, You better be ready for me, Pumpkin.

He scrolls further up, trying to find the beginning of the conversation that led to that, and he almost wishes he wouldn’t have.

You had texted him earlier that morning, when he barely must have left the house to go to base, a picture of you. There was a playful smirk on your lips, and you had what looked to be the cap from his formal dress whites perched crooked on your head. That in and of itself wasn’t what made his breath hitch, though. It was the fact that you were still in bed, your arm draped over your chest where he could see everything but everything, you hanging onto only a single shred of decency.

Fly well today, Lieutenant Commander.

It had descended into a day full of teasing from there, each message dirtier than the one before. Descriptions of what you wanted him to do to you and him warning you of what he would do when he got his hands on you. He feels flushed all over, but he keeps scrolling up. He bypasses recipes you wanted his opinion on and a reminder of what the Hulu password was, and eventually finds more pictures. Some are more risque than others, but all of them make him feel like the temperature in the room rose by multiple degrees.

There’s a tickle in his brain again, and he finds himself closing the messaging app and going to his photo albums. There’s a locked album there, and he knows, he just knows what it’s going to contain.

He shouldn’t. He knows that he shouldn’t. It feels like a strange invasion of privacy. But he’s wracking his mind to try and remember what the code would be to get into it anyway, and he curses when he gets it wrong first once, then a second time. He enters your birthday on the third attempt and groans out loud when he’s immediately met with the filthiest images he’s ever seen.

It’s a whole gallery of you, or the two of you together, and Bradley can’t stop himself from looking. He bites his lip as he takes in the photos, his mind so overrun with thoughts of how fucking stunning you are that he can barely think straight at all.

He stops at one in particular, clicking to enlarge it, and loses all thoughts entirely. Neither of your faces are in it, but he doesn’t need to guess that it’s the two of you. You’re sitting back against his chest, his ankles hooked over your legs, forcing them wide for him. He can see your nails biting into his thighs, but it’s his own hand that draws his attention. With the hand that’s not taking the selfie style photo, his fingers are gliding through the wetness gathered between your legs. You shine against the dark wedding band on his left land, one that’s noticeably absent from his finger now. He’s practically panting as he stares.

He’s so hypnotized by the way the two of you look together that he doesn’t hear the garage door open or the sound of you walking into the house.

“Baby?”

Your voice makes him jump so high that his phone goes flying out of his hand, a curse leaving his lips. He scrambles to pick it up when he sees you reaching for it as well, and your eyebrows are raised high as you look at him in surprise.

“Hey,” his voice cracks, higher pitched than normal, and he blushes. Your eyebrows raise a little bit higher. “Hi, sorry. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yup,” he nods, faking a cough so he could try to clear his throat, his face flushed. “Totally fine.”

It’s not difficult to see how skeptical you are, and it’s hard for him to maintain eye contact with you and not let his eyes flicker down your body now that he has an idea of what rests underneath the smart dress you wore.

You eye him suspiciously, “Are you sure?”

He contemplates for a moment, trying to figure out a way to get himself out of this conversation, because the longer you looked at him like that the hotter he became under the collar. He took a deep breath, nodding again.

“I was looking at messages and pictures,” he says all in one breath, not liking the idea of completely lying to you. He rationalized that a different version of the truth was okay, even as the pictures flashed in his mind again. “Trying to see if anything jogged my memory.”

You search his eyes, and he tries his best to appear innocent, willing the hardening in his jeans to go down before you took notice. He suspected you already might have from the hint of a blush on your cheeks. “Did it?”

If he thought hard enough he swore he could almost feel you. Your back against his chest, how soft your inner thighs left. How warm your wetness felt against his fingers as he took you to the edge.

“No,” he stutters out after a moment, shaking his head, his face burning, “nothing yet.”

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He finds himself rubbing his thumb against the fading tan line on his left ring finger, something he had seen you do time and time again. He hadn’t really wondered up until this point where his ring was, but ever since he saw the picture with it so clearly against your skin, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He’s helping you in the kitchen a few days later, mesmerized as always by how efficient and easy you made everything look. You roll your eyes when he comments on it.

“It’s cookies, Bradley. Nothing fancy.”

“But they’re from scratch. The dough isn’t pre-made. That’s fancy!”

You laugh at him in response, shaking your head. You take the rings on your left hand off, sitting them beside the sink as you wash your hands before the two of you get started. It raises the subject back to the forefront of his mind. He had been desperate to ask you for the last few days, but hadn’t built up the courage to do it. But he can almost feel it on his finger now, can feel a ghost of your fingers as you slide it into place, and it’s suddenly more of a need to know.

“Can I uh…can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“What happened to my wedding ring?”

You pause from where you’re cracking an egg into the mixing bowl, your eyebrows raised high. You set it down gently, turning to face him.

“Does it bother you…that I wear mine, still?”

“No!” he insists, hating even the idea of you taking it off. “It doesn’t bother me at all. I promise. We just have never acknowledged mine? I know that I wear one - I remember wearing one, and I’ve seen it in pictures, too.”

“You love your ring,” you tell him softly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he says, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But you give him a small smile, though he can see the pain in your eyes, and shake your head.

“You don’t fly with it on,” you explain, “you tried, at first, but you had been flying so long without anything on your hands that you couldn’t get used to it being there when you were operating the controls.”

He thinks for a moment and the words come to him slowly. “You were the one who told me to start taking it off when I fly.”

“I was.”

“Why?”

Your lips quirk and you shrug. “I’m more worried about you flying safely than wearing your ring at all times. You keep it in one of the pockets of your flight suit when you go up in the air now.”

Of course you were more worried for him. He should have expected nothing less from you and the way you effortlessly care for him. He can also picture that, he thinks. It’s easy to imagine not wanting to be separated from the physical reminder that he belongs to you, so even if he couldn’t wear it, he’d at least have it on him, in the inner chest pocket right above his heart.

“So..” He doesn’t quite know how to ask his question, but you must read it on his face.

You twist your own ring on your finger in the way you always seemed to do to center yourself. Pain flashed across your face and Bradley knew you were remembering, too. “They uh..they had to cut your flight suit off, before you went into surgery. You weren’t breathing and were bleeding…” you cut yourself off, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking the visual from your head. “But it was still in your pocket. So. I have it.”

He sets down the bag of chocolate chips he had been holding and walks the few steps to where you’re standing at the counter. When he holds his arms open, you don’t hesitate to step into them. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he breathes in your scent.

“I’m so sorry I put you through that,” he whispers into the strands of your hair, and he feels the way you squeeze him in response.

“You’re okay now,” you speak into his chest, and he thinks he might feel you press a kiss there, directly over the spot where that inner pocket of his flight suit would be, where he kept you when he had no other choice.

The two of you stand there wrapped up together for a long moment. When you lift your head, your eyes are glassy, but you give him a smile and a small kiss to his lips.

Later, after the cookies have been made and devoured, you join him on the back porch. You had taken to sitting on the swing together and when you sit beside him tonight, he sees you rolling something between your fingers. His breath catches when he sees exactly what it is. You’re staring at it too, your gaze intense and pondering. He doesn’t speak, not quite knowing what to say. Eventually, you break out of your haze and meet his eyes.

“You don’t have to put it back on,” you tell him, holding your hand out to him. His wedding band sits on your palm, shining against your skin. For a moment he sees you in white standing right in front of him, wildflowers in your hair.

His fingertips brush yours when he takes it from you, admiring the piece of jewelry he wasn’t aware that he missed until it was back in his possession.

“But it’s yours. I want - I want you to have it.”

He rolls it between his fingers, contemplating for a moment. He swallows, suddenly overcome with emotion he hadn’t seen coming and that tingling that’s starting to become familiar to him. You had picked it out yourself and he knows when he looks, he’ll see an engraving of your initials beside his. He was always so proud to be able to wear this, knowing that it symbolized being with you, a small way of telling anyone who saw it that he was lucky enough to be your husband.

But he wasn’t him - not yet, not completely. Everyday brought him closer to thinking that he could be, though.

“Pumpkin, I…” he trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Hey,” you murmur, cupping his cheek and turning his head to meet your eyes. You didn’t look mad, or upset, and you’re giving him the gentlest, kindest look anyone ever had. But your eyes didn’t hold pity or sympathy either - just a trust and love that he’s still not sure what he could have ever done to deserve. “Whenever you’re ready. And if you never are-”

“I will be,” he cut you off; he wanted nothing more than to be ready. “I just…I still have something to prove to myself.”

You nod, and Bradley leans forward to kiss you softly. He leaves his forehead pressed against yours when he pulls away, relishing in the calm you brought him.

“I’ll get there,” he says, “I promise.”

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He’s spent time alone, but he hasn’t spent time away from you with other people. He’s hesitant to accept the invite from Mav to visit the hanger he had here. But planes and his godfather had been a staple of Bradley’s childhood, an influence on his whole life, really. He had been cleared to drive earlier in the week, so that Saturday, he leaves early. He’s anxious at the thought of being away from you but he knows that the him from before wouldn’t have said no to the invitation and he was so determined to get back to who that was. And he knows that you have a life outside of taking care of him, too. You’re getting brunch with Nat and Coyote’s wife later and he knows you’re excited, even if you hung onto him a little bit longer than a normal hug when he said goodbye. You had made him promise that he would call you if he needed anything and the whole way to the desert, his fingers twitched, wanting to call you just to hear your voice.

Mav greets him with a large smile and a tight hug, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Me too,” Bradley says. He means it, even if he does miss you already. He looks around the hanger, taking note of the few planes and motorcycles throughout the long stretch. It was a lot more than the collection he had when Bradley was 17. “What are we working on today?”

Mav gives him his signature grin. “I want to show you something.”

He follows him to the end of the hanger, where a large blue tarp is covering what can’t be anything but a plane. His godfather gestures to it. Bradley raises an eyebrow but walks up to it, grabbing hold of the tarp and yanking it back. Like he suspected, he’s greeted by a Cessna. It’s a classic 172 by the looks of it, a smaller four seater. It’s a sleek white in color with subtle burnt orange line work. Bradley whistles. It was beautiful in a way that only planes like this could be.

“When’d you get this one?”

Mav smirks, shaking his head. “I didn’t.”

“What?”

“Take a look at the other side.” He nods his head, urging Bradley forward. Confused and intrigued, he follows the instructions, walking around to the other side of the small plane. He gets what Mav was saying, then, and sucks in a breath. Right there emblazoned on the side, in an elegant script, was Pumpkin.

This wasn’t Mav’s plane; it was his.

“You got her about six months ago,” he says softly when he joins him at his side.

Bradley reaches up and runs his fingers over the name. It’s foggy, but he thinks he can remember now. He had always wanted to own his own plane since the first time his godfather took him up in one at 6 years old. It was always a pipedream, though. He was never in one place for long enough, and while he was generally good with saving money, it was a bigger purchase than he had ever made. But then the two of you got married and a permanent station here in California. Between both of your savings and what he still had of his parents life insurance, the funds were there. It was you who had made the suggestion of finally pulling the trigger, and it was him who had suggested a four seater instead of a two seater so that if the two of you ever had children, you could all fly together. You cried when he showed you the name he had painted on it.

“Still needs some work done before she’s flyable. I thought maybe you’d want to work on it today.”

An eager smile appears on his face and he nods, already peeling his jacket off and heading toward the toolbox. If Mav noticed that he didn’t need to instruct him on where it was, he didn’t comment on it.

The two work in tandem for hours. It had only been six weeks since his accident, but he couldn’t recall a time since flight school that he had gone this long without being near a plane and it felt good doing so again. It’s easy, getting into the rhythm of twisting bolts and tinkering with the engine wires. He thinks it won’t be long until he can get this cleared to go in the air and he knows without a doubt that you’re going to be the first passenger.

His phone buzzes in the early afternoon and he doesn’t hesitate to put down the wrench he was working with and dig it out of his jeans pocket. You had sent him a selfie earlier when you had gotten to brunch, sunglasses on and a bright smile on your face with a mimosa in your hand, and he hoped it was another picture. His eyebrows furrow when he sees it’s Phoenix calling him, instead. He picks up, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Nat?”

“Your wife got stung by a bee. We’re on our way to the hospital.”

He can feel the dread as it settles over him. His heart beats faster in his chest. “What?”

She sighs on the other line, and he can hear commotion in the background. “She’s severely allergic, Rooster. We sat outside at brunch and we didn’t even realize it happened at first. She didn’t have her epipen on her so we had to call an ambulance. She’s going to be fine, but you should get here anyway, okay?”

He feels like he can barely breathe, like the room is closing in on him a little bit. Mav must notice the panic written all over him because he’s quick to come over and take the phone out of his hand, taking over the conversation. He can barely hear him over the roaring in his head. You were hurt. He knew you were extremely allergic to bees. That was something he had remembered. You were supposed to carry an epipen on you at all times. He can’t remember if you’d ever gotten stung when he was there. He can’t remember how bad it got if you ever were. But now you were in the back of an ambulance and on your way to a hospital and he could feel his fear all the way down to his bones.

“Bradley, hey. Look at me.”

Mav is in front of him, hands gripping his shoulders. He meets his eyes and tries to breathe, but all he can see is you, struggling to catch a breath and being loaded into the back of an ambulance.

“I’ll drive, okay? Let’s go.”

He follows him to the car, not really calculating anything other than the fact that he was almost an hour away from you and what if there was traffic and why didn’t you have your epipen on you?

“She’s going to be okay.”

“But-”

“Phoenix said the paramedics administered epi as soon as they arrived, and it didn’t take them long to get to her. She was awake and was already breathing easier when they left for the hospital. Didn’t even need to use the sirens.”

That doesn’t make him feel better. Not really. Knowing that trained professionals weren’t panicking must have meant that you were okay, but he knows how serious anaphylaxis is, too.

He can’t reconcile everything that he’s feeling right now. He has never, ever felt like this before. The thought of something happening to you is scarier than any mission he had ever been on, any enemy he had encountered in the air.

“Mav I can’t - I can’t lose her. I just got her.”

“You aren’t going to.”

Bradley doesn’t say anything, can’t think of a single thing to say, and instead buries his head in his hands from his spot in the passenger seat. You were going to be okay. You had to be okay. Because he may not remember everything about the two of you, but he did know for certain that if something ever happened to you, he would never, ever recover from it.

He doesn’t wait for Mav once they get to the hospital, the older man opting to drop him off at the front before going to find parking. He’s practically sprinting as he goes through the emergency room doors and vaguely, he remembers you telling him about the time this happened before, when you took yourself to the hospital and ended up needing surgery. He can almost feel that panic now, and it makes what he’s already feeling worse.

“Can I help-“

“I’m looking for my wife. She was brought in because of a bee sting-“

“Sir-“

“She’s really allergic and-“

“Sir!” The nurse behind the counter snaps, raising her voice over his to get through to him. “I need your wife’s name if I’m going to find her for you.”

Oh. Yes, he thinks, your name. They need your name.

It’s the first time he’s said your full name, and your first and his last name feel so right coming off his tongue. But he can’t focus on that right now, giving all of his attention to the nurse who is typing so slowly.

Before she can even hit enter, though, he hears his callsign echo behind him. He spins, heart racing with anxiety, and spots Nat making her way over to him. She gives the annoyed nurse a kind, charming smile as she grabs Bradley by the arm

“Sorry about him, ma’am. I got him from here.”

She pulls him away without another word, heading toward the hallway off the packed waiting room.

“Is she okay? Nat, is-“

“She’s fine, Rooster. Coming down from the adrenaline rush that the epinephrine gave her, but she’ll be okay.”

“What about-“

Nat stops in front of a closed door, lowering her voice. “Bradley. She’s okay.”

He’s pushing past her before she even finishes, spotting you on the bed through the glass and half drawn curtain. You look so small amongst the crinkly white sheets, still in the clothes you wore to brunch. Your makeup is a bit smudged and your eyes are red and he hates to think that you were scared enough to start crying. You’re holding an oxygen mask in your hand at your side.

“Hi baby.” Even your voice sounds more pitched. He’s quick to make it to your side.

Your breathing is slightly elevated, and the heart monitor is beating a little bit faster than he thinks is normal. He grabs the hand holding the mask, placing it over your mouth to start providing you with the supplemental air again. You make a small sound of surprise, but take in a deep breath of it anyway before pushing his hand away.

“I’m okay.”

But your hands are shaking and your eyes are wider than normal. The skin that he can see is splotchy with hives.

He looks back at Nat, who is still hovering in the doorway, an eyebrow arched and a small smirk on her face. He ignores the look. “Can you grab a doctor?”

You protest from the bed, but Bradley doesn’t waiver. With a fond roll of her eyes, Nat disappears from view.

“Bradley. Sweetheart.” You grip his wrist, trying to get him to focus on you. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“You’re in the emergency room because you went into anaphylactic shock. You are not fine.”

“But I am,” you insist, smiling softly at him, even as your body trembles as it works to burn through the adrenaline that was injected into it, “medicine worked just fine.”

The door slides open before he can respond, an attending doctor who looks like he’s been up for longer than is healthy and in wrinkled green scrubs introducing himself as he walks in.

“Is she okay?” Bradley demands immediately, and the tired man looks startled for a moment at how abrupt the question was. Bradley stares at him, his eyes wide and unblinking as he waits for the answer. His heart is still pounding in his chest. He feels you tangle one of your hands with one of his and he squeezes back when he feels the pressure from you. He knows you’re trying to reassure him.

“And you are…?”

“I’m her husband,” he answers easily, the words falling off his tongue like he had said them a thousand times before. You suck in a small breath and tighten your grip on his hand again.

“Ah,” the doctor hums, flipping through the chart he’s holding. Bradley wonders if all non-military hospitals move this slowly or if it was just because of how anxious he is at this moment, but he really, really needs him to answer his question.

“Is she okay?” he repeats.

“Bradley,” you murmur, but he keeps his eyes trained on the man in the scrubs and white coat.

“She responded well to the epinephrine that was administered by the paramedics who brought her in,” he finally says, looking up from the chart and taking a step toward your side. He stops when he sees that Bradley doesn’t move an inch. He sighs, switching direction to go to your other side instead. “How are you feeling Mrs. Bradshaw?”

You answer his questions as they come, Bradley paying rapt attention the whole time. Your throat doesn’t feel tight anymore. You aren’t lightheaded, but you do feel a little shortness of breath. You feel jittery - wired, almost. You’re both assured that it’s completely normal as the drug works its way out of your system. They can give you something to try and calm you down, and they want you to stay for a few hours to make sure you don’t go back into the allergic reaction once the epinephrine has worn off. The thought makes his blood run cold.

“Should she stay overnight?” he asks, but the doctor shakes his head no.

“The standard observation timeslot should be just fine, Mr. Bradshaw. But we’ll make sure you both know what to look out for when you leave.”

He walks out without saying much else. Bradley feels you tug on his hand, his name leaving your lips in a whisper. He meets your gaze and he watches as your eyes soften even more.

“Sit down, honey.”

He listens to you, dragging the chair beside your bed as close as possible. He rests his elbows on the mattress beside you, holding your hand tightly between both of his.

“I’m okay,” you repeat again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your fingers and taking a deep breath. “I…this really scared me.”

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you say softly, running your thumb over one of the hands holding yours, soothing the skin and helping his racing heart. Your touch is like magic to him, providing an almost instant calm that he desperately needed. Guilt curled in his stomach, knowing that even now, you’re the one helping him.

“I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around.”

“We comfort each other, baby. That’s how this works.”

“Why didn’t you have your epipen on you, Pumpkin? Don’t you normally carry it?” he asks quietly, a touch of urgency still in his tone. He couldn’t stop thinking about what would have happened if you were alone and this happened, with no one around to call 911. He could have lost you, all over a silly little bee sting, and he can’t wrap his mind around that. He just got you. He had had you, he knew. But he was just getting you back.

“I switched bags this morning and forgot to take it out of the pocket of the old one, I guess. I haven’t had to use one since college. I forget about it, sometimes.”

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to rid himself of the worst case scenarios. He’s the one that normally reminds you to always have it on you, he thinks. He vaguely recalls having a spare in the glove compartment of the Bronco, and in the drawer in the kitchen and maybe one in the bedroom, too.

Not for the first time, he curses his memory and the accident that took it from him.

When he opens his eyes, his look is intense, “Never again, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, but Bradley shakes his head.

“No. Promise me. Please?”

Your lips part and you stare at him for a long moment. His gaze never waivers from yours. He needs you to listen to him. To hear him.

“I promise,” you finally whisper.

He rises from the chair, pressing a kiss to your lips. He keeps his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“Will you lay with me?” You ask quietly, shy in a way reminiscent of when you asked him to say I love you on the porch all those weeks ago. He hates that you felt you even needed to ask.

With no hesitation, he maneuvered himself into the small bed beside you. He kisses your forehead once, twice, three times, holding you as tightly as he could. Your body still gave the occasional tremble but they had lessened now, your breaths coming a little bit easier, and he felt the tightness in his chest ease.

“Sorry for being a mess,” he whispers into your hair.

“Don’t,” you whisper back, and he feels you shake your head from where it’s tucked into his chest. “It means you care.”

The words are there, right on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t say them, not yet or here. You deserve more than a frantic hospital room confession.

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Part Nine :: Series Masterlist :: Main Masterlist

Notes: I hope you liked this one! We're nearing the end, but I think everyone is really going to like the next chapter. Would love to hear any thoughts you may have :)

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“I'm tired...„

The hallucinating detective

7. Sam Williams(Evil Dead)

“I'm ready for anything, bring it on you fucks!„

The man who pushes himself too hard

6. Richard "Dove" Bradshaw(TG:M)

“Fuck you, fuck this place, fuck you again„

The struggling teacher

5. Carter Thomas (Rdr2)

“I raise„

The gang's real pet

4. Wiggle Hacksaw(TG)

“Shhhh„

The brain busting pilot

3. Talon(GoW, GoW Ragnarok)

“I am my own bird„

Odin's raven His own hero

2. [Lucy] (Mafia 2)

“Don't worry Hen....I'll be home soon„

Brain dead™

1. Valentino Corleone (The Godfather Trilogy)

“Don't you... Don't you worry... I'm okay„

The hell spawn

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marie-swriting · 2 years

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FR Masterlist

❤️Romantique/💜Amitié/💙Adelphe/💚Parents

Stranger Things Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

Teen Wolf

❤️Je Voulais Que Ça Représente Quelque Chose - Kira Yukimura

❤️Ma Petite Fille - Stiles Stilinski

❤️Confiance En Toi - Stiles Stilinski

The Vampire Diaries

❤️Plus Jamais - Stefan Salvatore

❤️L'épaule Sur Laquelle Tu Pleures - Katherine Pierce

❤️Perdre Ce Qu'on A - Katherine Pierce

❤️Tomber - Katherine Pierce

Supernatural

💚Oui, Je Comprends - Dean Winchester

💙Partie De La Famille - Dean Winchester

Bridgerton

❤️Tu Me Manques Encore - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️Être La Seule Pour Toi - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️Choix - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️Je Tiens Réellement À Vous - Anthony Bridgerton

Esprits Criminels

❤️Nouvelle Étape Franchie - Emily Prentiss

❤️Après Tant D'années - Emily Prentiss

❤️Pâtisserie Thérapie - Emily Prentiss

❤️Tout Ira Bien - Emily Prentiss [1/2]

❤️Tout Ira Bien | Rentrons À La Maison - Emily Prentiss [2/2]

❤️Magnifique - Derek Morgan (⚠️Merci de bien lire les trigger warnings!)

Le Labyrinthe

💜On Va Sortir D'ici - Thomas

Les Stagiaires

❤️Dernière fois - Stuart Twombly

Top Gun

❤️Il Sera Là - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw [1/2]

❤️Il Sera Là | Dans Ma Vie À Nouveau - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw [2/2]

❤️Déclaration D'amour | Réel Et Sincère - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw [2/2]

❤️Nouveau Futur - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

❤️Rien De Sérieux - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

❤️Déclaration D'amour - Jake "Hangman" Seresin [1/2]

❤️Et Si - Jake "Hangman" Seresin

❤️Perte De Temps - Jake "Hangman" Seresin [1/2]

Celebrities

❤️Plus Qu'une Amitié - Shawn Mendes

❤️Les Souvenirs De Notre Relation - Shawn Mendes

❤️Proche De Moi - Dove Cameron

❤️Et Ça A Duré - Dylan O'Brien

Drabble Masterlist

Album One Shot Masterlist

EN Masterlist

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callsigns-haze · 3 months

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Short love: Chp 6

Lovey dove love

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

As the year passed by, the bond between Y/n and Jake only grew stronger. Now, with Michelle as a lively toddler, their days were filled with laughter and joy. One sunny afternoon, Y/n, Jake, and Bob found themselves in the living room, surrounded by toys and the sound of Michelle's delighted giggles.

Y/n sat on the floor, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail as she played with Michelle, encouraging her to stack colorful blocks and play with her favorite stuffed animals. Jake sat beside them, his eyes filled with love and adoration as he watched his niece interact with her aunt.

"Come on, Michelle, you can do it!" Y/n encouraged, her voice filled with excitement as Michelle concentrated on stacking the blocks.

Jake chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Michelle's hair affectionately. "That's it, sweetheart. You're doing great," he praised, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of his niece's determination.

Meanwhile, Bob sat nearby, joining in on the fun with a wide grin on his face. "Looks like we've got a little genius on our hands," he joked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Y/n laughed at Bob's comment, feeling a sense of joy wash over her as she watched Jake and Michelle bond. "She definitely takes after her uncle," she replied, her voice filled with affection as she glanced over at Jake.

As they continued to play together, surrounded by love and laughter, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the little family they had created. With Jake as her uncle and Michelle in their arms, she knew that every day was a blessing, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them as they continued to navigate life together.

As Y/n settled onto the couch with Bob, she couldn't help but smile as she watched Jake playfully lift Michelle into the air, the toddler giggling with delight. Bob turned to Y/n with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Hey, Y/n, do you mind if I practice my comedy routine on you?" he asked, his voice filled with eagerness.

Y/n chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Of course, Bob. I'm always up for a good laugh," she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As Bob launched into his routine, Y/n couldn't help but be impressed by his comedic timing and quick wit. She laughed at his jokes, her laughter mingling with Michelle's giggles as Jake continued to fly her around the room.

With each joke and punchline, the room filled with laughter and joy, the sound of their merriment echoing through the house. And as they sat together, surrounded by love and laughter, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond they shared, knowing that moments like these were what made their family so special.

s DJ and Stephanie returned home, the atmosphere in the room shifted with excitement. Stephanie bounded over to Y/n, her eyes shining with pride as she held up a tiny tooth in her palm.

"Look, Y/n! I lost a tooth at school today!" Stephanie exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as she showed off her newfound gap.

Y/n's eyes widened in amazement as she took in the sight of Stephanie's missing tooth, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of her niece's excitement. "Wow, Steph, that's amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Jake joined in on the excitement, scooping Stephanie up into his arms and spinning her around the room. "That's my girl! Losing a tooth is a big milestone," he praised, his voice filled with pride as he showered Stephanie with affection.

Stephanie giggled with delight as Jake spun her around, her laughter filling the room with joy. With each twirl, she felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her, knowing that she had reached an important milestone in her young life.

As they celebrated together, surrounded by love and laughter, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the close-knit family they had created. With Jake by her side and DJ and Stephanie bringing so much joy into their lives, she knew that every moment was precious, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them as they continued to grow together.

As Stephanie proudly displayed her missing tooth, DJ joined in the excitement, brandishing her science exam with a wide grin on her face.

"Check it out, guys! I aced my science exam - got a perfect score!" DJ announced, her voice filled with pride as she showed off her paper to the rest of the family.

Y/n's eyes lit up with pride as she glanced over DJ's exam, marveling at the perfect score. "Wow, DJ, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Jake beamed with pride as he wrapped an arm around DJ's shoulders, pulling her into a congratulatory hug. "That's my girl! You've been working so hard, and it's paying off," he praised, his voice filled with warmth and pride.

Stephanie chimed in with excitement, clapping her hands in applause. "Way to go, DJ! You're like a science superstar," she cheered, her eyes shining with admiration for her big sister.

As they celebrated DJ's achievement together, surrounded by love and support, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the wonderful family she had. With each milestone and accomplishment, their bond grew stronger, and she knew that together, they could conquer anything life threw their way.

As the door swung open, signaling Bradley's return from the studio, the atmosphere in the room shifted with anticipation. Three pairs of little feet pattered eagerly across the floor as DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle raced towards their father.

"Daddy's home!" DJ exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as she reached him first, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

Stephanie and Michelle weren't far behind, giggling with delight as they joined in the group hug, their faces lighting up with joy at the sight of their father.

Bradley laughed with delight as he enveloped his daughters in his arms, relishing the feeling of their warm embraces. "Hey there, my girls! I missed you all so much," he said, his voice filled with love and affection.

DJ grinned up at her father, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Guess what, Daddy? I got a perfect score on my science exam!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with pride.

Stephanie chimed in eagerly, holding up her missing tooth for her father to see. "And look, Daddy! I lost a tooth today at school!" she announced, her face beaming with excitement.

Bradley's eyes widened with amazement as he took in his daughters' achievements, a swell of pride swelling in his chest. "Wow, that's incredible! I'm so proud of you all," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Michelle, too young to understand the significance of her sisters' accomplishments, simply grinned up at her father, babbling happily as she reached out to tug on his shirt.

With his daughters gathered around him, Bradley couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and joy they brought into his life. As they stood together, wrapped up in each other's arms, he knew that there was nowhere else he'd rather be than with his three precious girls.

As Bradley stepped through the door, Y/n greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up with happiness at the sight of her friend. "Hey, Bradley, welcome back!" she exclaimed, giving him a quick hug.

Turning to the rest of the family gathered in the living room, Y/n clapped her hands together with excitement. "Guess what, everyone? I'm going to make my famous cheesy tomato pasta for dinner tonight!" she announced, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle cheered with excitement, their eyes lighting up at the prospect of their favorite meal. "Yay, cheesy tomato pasta!" DJ exclaimed, already imagining the delicious meal.

Jake grinned at Y/n's announcement, his stomach rumbling in anticipation of her cooking. "Sounds fantastic, babe. You know how much I love your pasta," he remarked, his voice filled with appreciation.

With the decision made, Y/n headed towards the kitchen, a spring in her step as she prepared to whip up her signature dish. As she gathered the ingredients and set to work at the stove, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and joy that filled their home, knowing that moments like these were what made their relationship so special.

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formlab · 7 months

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Copper & Stone, Dove Bradshaw, 1993

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bradshawsbitch · 2 years

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Congratulations on the 300 followers 🥳 you deserve it! May I request ”Well this is awkward..” for Rooster? If not that then ”You’re jealous, aren’t you?” for Jake 🤩

Hey, thanks so much darling!!💘💘 I think I’ll go for Rooster, if that’s alright 🙈 and uh, oh my god I’m sorry it turned out so filthy!

Minors DNI - 18+

Warnings: SMUT! FILTH! Afab!reader, oral (f receiving), PinV, pet names!

Description: you, call sign Dove, have had a little crush on Rooster. Perhaps he’s had a little crush on you too, and it has pent up for quite a while.

It was sometimes hard, pretending not to have a ridiculous school girl crush on Rooster. You tried your best to hide it, but boy did he make that hard. You found yourself giggling at his stupid jokes, tucking your hair behind your ear as he talked to you - and sometimes you’d find yourself subconsciously mirroring his movements. It was embarrassing. Phoenix and Halo liked to tease you about it, especially after a couple of hotshots at the bar.

Rooster just was just impeccable in every sense of the word. He was sweet, funny, kind, and boy he was hot as hell. Flying with him was fun, and never stressful (not like flying with Hangman, he made you feel like you had Satan himself hunting your F/A-18). He was careful and methodical, and you admired that about him too.

In today’s exercise, you’d been his wingman - and unfortunately, he had been forced to save your ass from being ‘shot down’. You felt anxious about if he would be mad at you when you landed, so you’d spoken a soft “I’m sorry, Rooster” through the comms.

“It’s alright, Dove. What’s 200 more push-ups?” He sighed, but didn’t sound angry. You wrinkled your nose and offered to do half. He just laughed and said it was fine. So that’s how you found yourself staring at his sweaty, heaving chest as he sat down on the hard tarmac after his 200 push-ups.

You made some conversation about the exercise you’d flown, and he was really nice about you messing it all up. He said he knew you were an excellent pilot, and that everyone had an off day sometimes. That made your cheeks warm up considerably, and you felt abashed. You didn’t feel like you were, but you still thanked him. You watched as he rose to his full height, him patting your shoulder kindly as he said he wanted to cool down with a light jog (he was absolutely crazy).

Sighing, you laid down on the tarmac, covering your eyes with a soft groan before peeling yourself off the ground to hit the showers. You stopped on your way there for some water and a fruit, feeling a little faint in the heat. You took your time and slowly but surely made it to the locker room and the showers. It looked as if it was only you there, but you could hear a single shower running - so maybe Phoenix was still here washing off the day.

You started to undress, and only had your panties on when you heard a weird noise behind you that sounded an awful lot like “Fuck!” furrowing your brows, you turned around - only to be met by the completely naked form of Rooster.

“Oh, god!” You yelped, taking a little too long gazing at him before squeezing your eyes shut.

“Well… this is awkward” Rooster laughed “I forgot my towel…”

Fucking hell. The lord was testing you today. Bradley Bradshaw was going to be the death of you. You had your arms crossed over your chest, not being able to locate your towel with your eyes tightly shut.

“Y-you can borrow mine… uh, if you can find it by my things over here” you winced at your suggestion. Having Rooster closer to you whilst naked didn’t sound like a good idea. You bit your lip as you tried not to replay the vision of Rooster’s amazing body, little droplets of water running down his chest, down to his happy trail. God, you had known that he must be packing. And he was. Christ on a bike.

“Is it this pink, fluffy one?” You could hear Roosters purring voice near you, and you gasped at his sudden appearance. You hadn’t heard him move. You could only let out a high pitched “Mhm!” As you nodded your head. God his voice was lethal, and you felt your thighs clench together involuntarily. He seemed to do that to you. Make your body react so viscerally against your will.

“Are you okay, baby?” Rooster smirked, seeing you half naked had made his cock twitch. He’d wanted you for so long, and from the way your body was reacting - it seemed as if you might want him too. You let out another hitched breath of air at his words.

”Y-yeah, I mean— no, or— are you covered? Can I open my eyes?” Rooster decided to try his thesis. Being still mostly uncovered he said he was.

You opened those beautiful eyes of yours, and you noticed him standing so close to you, his broad chest right in front of you, and you did the unthinkable - you whimpered.

“Little dove, I think someone liked what they saw, hm?” He was full on smirking now, grabbing ahold of your chin to lift it so he could see your beautiful face. You licked your lips, barely being able to breathe as you stared into his handsome face. You whimpered again and nodded slowly. His smile widened. “That’s good, baby. I’ve been liking my view for a while as well…” he purred, his grip on your chin holding you steady.

“Can I touch you, little dove?” He whispered, his lips almost ghosting over your ear. A soft moan fell from your lips as you nodded, eyelids fluttering close as you felt warmth spreading through your core. “Need you to use your big girl words, my little dove” Rooster whispered, and you felt your knees grow weak as you almost collapsed into his chest.

“Y-yes, Rooster - please touch me!” You moaned, and as soon as the words were out of your mouth, Bradley’s lips ghosted over the warm skin of your neck, leaving small, teasing kisses. His big hands tugged softly at your crossed arms, asking if you would lower them for him. You didn’t hesitate for a second, letting them drop by your sides at his command.

“So beautiful,” Rooster murmured, kneading your breasts with both hands. Your head tilted backwards, a gasp drawn from your lips as he massaged and teased your breasts and nipples.

“Rooster,” you moaned, placing your hands on his strong biceps. He only smiled, bending down and connecting his lips with yours, eagerly wetting your lips with his tongue as he asked to taste you. You immediately obliged and sighed at the feeling of his tongue stroking against yours seductively.

Releasing your lips, he kissed his way down your neck, to your collarbone, and finally to your bare chest, latching his lips onto one of your nipples - sucking and licking you so good. This was when he let out his first pretty moan. Hearing a man moan was like hearing the angels sing, in your opinion, and it turned you on knowing he was enjoying this just as much as you.

“Is it okay if these come off, little dove?” He had kneeled down before you, and had his fingers near the edge of your panties. You licked your lips and nodded again. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Y-yes, sir” you didn’t know where that came from, perhaps because of how he exuded dominance in the most delicious way - and his loud groan told you he liked it. He wasted no time in pulling your underwear down, grabbing your thigh and hoisting it over his shoulder, his mouth desperately tonguing at your core, kitten licking your clit, making you gasp and moan, your head falling back against the locker door. When his tongue started fucking you, you yanked hard on his hair and saw stars infront of your eyes as your orgasm crashed down on you.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” Rooster’s raspy voice commanded, as he picked you up with ease, putting your legs around his waist as he carried you. “We gotta wash you up,” he mumbled, stepping the two of you into a shower, shutting the drapes behind you. His mouth was soon on yours again, having you pressed up against the cool tiles, his large hands under your thighs as his body held you up. He switched the water on, groaning at the beautiful sight of the water trickling down your body.

“Please fuck me, lieutenant,” you moaned quietly and Rooster’s eyes fluttered close with a strangled groan “You catch on quick, pretty little dove,” he whispered, before fisting his cock once, twice, before he lined himself up and dove in, seating himself deep inside you.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well” he groaned as he watched himself bottom out in you. You were panting, moaning, whimpering at the delicious stretch of him. He wasted no time, knowing someone could walk in at any moment, as he pulled out slightly before fucking back into you. His moans were so pretty, you never wanted him to stop. By now he was fucking you hard, fast and deep, his hands hoisting your hips higher to reach deeper into you. His hands helped you with the rhythm and you clung to him as if your life depended on it, a soft moan releasing from your lips as you heard the door of the locker room open.

“We have an audience, little dove. Are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock for me now?” Rooster whispered, and that was all it took for you to bite down hard on his shoulder to keep quiet, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your second orgasm washed over you, clenching around Roosters cock as he fucked you deep, letting out a strangled groan as he too came, painting your insides with his warm cum.

He held you still, the water echoing in the space. He was still buried deep within you when you heard Hangman’s cocky voice say “Still burying your sorrows, Rooster?” And you thanked your lucky star he could only see Bradley’s feet.

Rooster smirked, huffing out a small laughter as he replied:

“Yeah, something like that” as he smiled at your flushed face.

#bradley rooster bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #300 celly #idk where this came from omg #smut

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kyber-crystal · 2 years

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reverie || bradley “rooster” bradshaw

summary: arguing with rooster in the rain. :) what could possibly happen? you definitely won’t kiss in the midst of a storm. right? right???? unless...

words: ~1.1k

warnings: brief mentions of violence, angst, cliche rain kiss. raining on the beach kiss (ok mayb this is even more romantic but i’m 100% here for it) also some swearing

a/n: MY FAVORITE FIC TROPE OF ALL TIME. i knew i was due for a rooster fic with the classic rain kiss scene, so here we are!!

“Echo. What are you doing out here?”

You turned around to see a rather calm-looking Rooster standing by the dock.

“Leave me alone.”

Rooster sighed, and started making his way down the wooden steps. “We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

“Fine. You want to talk? I’ll give you a talk, you self-sacrificing, reckless, overconfident piece of shit. You’re insane. You’re fucking insane!” you yelled, stepping away as he stepped towards you. You’d never been this upset before, but you were very pissed now—and for good reason. “You must’ve been out of your goddamn mind. What were you thinking up there? What if you were a second later? What if you hadn’t shot them down in time? What if you had gotten yourself killed?”

“Y/N…” he began.

“Don’t ‘Y/N’ me,” you snapped. “Your recklessness could’ve cost you your life. You don’t get to waltz your way back to me like this after almost dying, after you passed out on me while I was patching you up. You don’t get to act all calm and collected when you scared the shit out of me!”

“Y/N, it’s raining.” Rooster glanced up, and gestured to the umbrella over his head.

You shot him a glare. “No shit, Sherlock. It’s raining bullets.”

“And you’re going to get sick, so we should head back inside. Come on.”

“I’m not fucking listening to you!” you shouted over the storm. The rain splashed beneath your shoes, soaking your pants and making your feet go numb. He was right—you were going to get sick later—but you couldn’t care less. “Especially after you pulled a dangerous stunt like that.”

“Don’t make me ditch the umbrella,” he called out. “It was expensive. Hangman got it for me last Christmas. He’d be very pissed.”

“Go ahead! I don’t care.”

He released his grip on the umbrella, letting it clatter to the wet sand by his feet. He started walking towards you.

“I told you to leave me alone, Bradshaw.”

“You must be crazy if you think I’m gonna let you stand out here by yourself. If you’re going to freeze, it’s better not to do it solo.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do.”

“Then I guess you’re gonna have to find someone else to care about.” Right as Rooster was about to reach for your hand, you shoved him away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Y/N, please.” The rain was getting even worse now, and you were pretty much having to scream over it. Your throat was already feeling sore. “Let’s go inside and talk this out. Okay?”

“Y/N, please,” you mimicked his tone, making a face at him. “I’m not taking any requests from you. Not anymore. You want to know why?”

“Please enlighten me. I’d love to know more.”

“Because you’re reckless. You’re crazy, and what you’re doing is gonna get you killed one day. That’s what I’m scared of. You dove in headfirst and put your life on the line without considering the consequences. I lost thirty-nine hours of sleep waiting for you to wake up from your stupid mini coma. I lost my mind waiting for your signal to come back online. I lost my sanity, I’ve had to lose so many things already and I swear to God, if I also have to lose you—”

You forced yourself to look away, feeling tears slip down your face. You wiped at your eyes with your sleeve, but that did nothing—it only further mixed them with the rainwater. “I almost lost you. I can’t lose you, Bradley, don’t you understand? I can’t lose you, because that means I’d be losing the one thing that means more to me than anything else I have in my life. The most important person in my life, and that’s not a loss I can afford. I love you and I can’t lose you that way.”

You’re shaking, and you don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it’s raining cats and dogs and you’re soaked in ice-cold water, and you can’t stop crying. Maybe it’s because he’s standing so close and the feeling makes your stomach twist itself into knots. Maybe because you just professed your love to your best friend and you don’t know how to feel about it.

“Sweetheart, please don’t cry. You know I hate seeing you cry,” Rooster said quietly. He brought a gentle hand up to your cheek and you let him stay, because you had no energy left to push him away again. Fighting him was hopeless; he was too good at flying and wrestling for you to stand a chance.

“I almost lost you,” you repeated. Your voice broke as the first strike of thunder hit and illuminated the sky in a bright flash. You bit the inside of your cheek and swallowed hard. “My worst fear almost came true.”

Rooster tilted your chin up and this forced you to look at him. Why is he staring at me like that? You’re completely drenched at this point and your clothes were soaking his, but he paid it no mind. His gaze slipped down to your lips and you felt a shiver run across your skin at the motion. He was breathtakingly handsome, you noted, even while freezing and with messy hair plastered to his face.

“It’s really cold, Rooster.” You could feel your voice slipping away over the whipping winds.

“I know.”

“It’s really cold, and I just admitted that I’m in love with you.”

“I know.”

And then he kisses you. Or you kiss him—you don’t remember who initiates it but you don’t care because you didn’t bother to. It doesn’t matter; all that matters is you’re here and he’s here and his lips are so utterly warm and soft against yours. His body feels comforting and familiar and you melt into him as the rain continues cascading down your backs. You’re plummeting through an electric blue expanse of sky and into the stormy waves below and he keeps you from drowning in the infinite abyss. You want to keep breathing him in until you can’t take any more, because he’s reached you; touched the deepest depths of your heart with the full intention of staying there, burying himself in places no one has before and you want to hold on to that forever.

“I love you too,” he murmured against your lips. “Always have, always will.”

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