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Running (Part 1)

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader

Word count: 5.2k

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

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

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

COMPLETED SERIES! Masterlist <—

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

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

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

“Scrub those anymore and they might just disappear.”

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

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

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

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

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

Bradley scoffed.

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

“Why are you living with Mav?”

“What brought you to California”

“What did you do before bartending?”

“What’s your family like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Try to run a mile again?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Bradley.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your thoughts got your body shaking again. Bradley noticed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine”

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

He broke the heavy silence, just as you expected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to know you.” He said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Blue. And yours?”

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

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

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

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

You shrugged.

“Good point.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, I know.” You said lightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before you could speak, he did.

“Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow.”

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

“Oh my god, you really are an idiot.”

Bradley laughed louder than you had.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bradley nodded his head in understanding.

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

You giggled at that and smiled at him.

“You’re really something Bradshaw.”

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

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

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

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

Bradley grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[7seas-of-ryy]

Yes Ma’am

Author’s Note: I feel like Rooster would definitely say yes ma’am all the time in a sweet way! Also italics are flashbacks

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Rooster makes you flustered and he knows it ;)

Warnings: None!! A lot of fluff and implied smut

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You don’t know why it makes you so hot and bothered, but it does. And of course he noticed. The one and only Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. Damn him. It had happened randomly one day, and your reaction was engraved in his brain.

You were cleaning up at the bar and couldn’t reach some cleaning supplies. The whole group stayed behind and helped you clean up despite you telling them it was fine.

“Hey Bradshaw, can you come help me reach this?” You asked, struggling to reach.

“Yes ma’am” He replied simply and grabbed the supplies down.

You immediately went red. Something about those two words made you suddenly forget how to breath. Especially those two words directed at you, coming from that man.

Rooster noticed how you reacted. He didn’t mean it in a flirty way but he took note of how flustered it made you. 

Since that day, Rooster has made sure to say that to you as often as he could. You reacted the same every time. He loved it. He would even try to get you to ask something so he could respond with it.

“Hey y/n, do you like my new shirt?” He had asked you one day

“It looks just like your other Hawaiian shirts. That’s new?” You asked confused

“Yes ma’am, it is” He smirked at you

“Oh- uh- well its’s very- uh nice yeah..” You stuttered and started walking away fast.

He laughed and watched as you practically ran away.

A few days later everyone was having drinks together and you were sat next to Rooster. 

“Is that the new beer we just got in?” You asked him, wondering because you wanted to try it too.

“Yes ma’am”, he let out a small laugh and looked you right in the eyes, “Wanna try it?”

“Oh uh it’s ok, I don’t wanna take any of your drink” You said as heat spread through your body. You were sure you looked just like a tomato. 

“Don’t worry darlin’, here, try it” He held the cup up to you and you took a sip. He watched you the entire time.

“That’s really good!” You stated

“Yes ma’am, very good” Rooster was wanting to see how flustered he could get you.

You couldn’t take it. Your body felt like it was on fire. This man was killing you.

“Alright I think I’m gonna head out guys” You said quickly and left. Before you got to your car you felt Rooster grabbing your hand. You turned around to look at him and he kept walking forward til your back hit the car. He put his arms on either side of you, trapping you.

You were looking up at him through your eyelashes, unsure of what was happening.

“Bradley?” You said

“Yes ma’am?” He replied

“Can you kiss me?” You asked as you ran your hands up his chest and around his neck

“Yes ma’am” He groaned and started to kiss you. You two made out for a while just like that. His hands roamed your body and yours stayed put on his neck. Eventually he pulled away

“So, “Yes ma’am” does it for ya?” He joked with you.

“Ughhh I don’t even know, when you say it it’s my weakness for some reason” You looked down embarrassed. That comment went straight to his ego.

“Oh so it’s only when I say it?” He laughed “I’ll say it all day long if it means I get to kiss you”

Your heart fluttered and you smiled at him.

“So, can I have another kiss?” He asked you

“Yes, sir” You replied cheekily. 

He groaned and put his head on your shoulder.

“I get it now because if you say that again, I’ll have to take you back to my place” He said in a low strained voice. You leaned into him.

“Yes sir” You whispered in his ear. Oh yeah, you were in for a long night.

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Lt. Bradley Bradshaw vs Rooster Bradshaw 💞💕

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Hangman *notices Bradley continually glancing over at Y/N*: What are you looking at?

Bradley: Nothing.

Hangman: You ever going to tell her how you feel?

Bradley *looking at Y/N from across the bar* I’m this close to falling in love with her.

Hangman: Your fingertips are touching. 

Bradley: Exactly.

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[mignonricciardo]

can't take my eyes off you | bb

this is not what I typically write about and its so off brand for me BUT seeing the new top gun brought back my childhood obsession and my miles teller crush since footloose... also my military family would actually murder me if they knew I was thirsting over fictional (and real) military men

UPDATE: part 2 is here!

reader's call sign is magnet and rooster calls you mags for short <3 the idea of singer!rooster who loves older music is everything to me

summary: the past is never really in the past, and rooster proves that when the squadron spends their first night out of uniform at the bar

notes: cursing, some angst, fluff, alcohol, allusion to a suggestive ending, this was supposed to be much shorter

The evening crowd is still trickling into the bar slowly as the bartender slides me another round. Penny is on the other side of the bartop, wiping down counters and organizing the back before the rush of rowdy pilots and their onlookers. Surely, the rest of the aviators and naval officers will be coming in soon, and I just say a prayer that Phoenix will be in the first wave of attendees. When my Budweiser bottle is down to nothing but some foam, I slide the bottle to the other end of the counter and wait for the bartender to come by with another. As I’m about to flag him down, desperate for at least one more beer before facing the rest of the squadron, I am interrupted. 

“Mags,” Rooster draws out, slinging an arm around my shoulder as he leans into me. 

I look to Phoenix as the man orders a round for the group, including another Budweiser. She mouths a silent I’m sorry before the man leaning on me turns to look at me.

“You came without us?” Rooster asks with a smirk, pushing his sunglasses higher up his nose. 

“Needed a break from all the testosterone,” I grin at him, shrugging his arm off my shoulders. 

“C’mon, I told you I was sorry, Magnet!” he calls as I walk away with the Budweiser he had given to me.

I flash him the middle finger as Phoenix follows me, and she laughs wildly as the other pilots erupt in cheering and yelling around Rooster. He stands dumbfounded, a grin playing on his lips as Fanboy slaps him on the back. I catch the grin on the bartender’s face as he reaches for the bell, and our friends watch with bated breath. When he rings the bell, the entire place erupts in cheering, and Rooster quirks an eyebrow from behind his aviators. I shrug my shoulders at him before following Phoenix toward other lieutenants from the naval base.  

“They’re classier than pilots,” she grins as we approach. “I love a man that knows his way around some ropes.”

I laugh at her comment, still holding back a grin when she introduces herself to the group of naval officers. I follow her lead, relishing in the way some of their eyes linger on my curves in the sundress rather than my typical boxy look with my uniform on and hair slicked back in a tight bun. After an hour or so, Phoenix has convinced them I’ve never lost a round of pool, and it doesn’t take long for me to be leaning into the pool table with eyes focused on my target. The men around us go silent as I drain my fifth striped ball in a row, and Phoenix stands with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face. My sixth ball drifts wide, hitting the bumper and rolling to a stop centimeters from the corner, and I look to my opponent with a grin. 

“Think you can play catch up?” 

He nods with a smirk as he bends toward the table, firing upon a solid that lands perfectly in one of the side pockets. From across the bar, Rooster is trying not to notice how my dress hitches up every time I bend over the green table, or how my opponent’s eyes linger on my body with each of my shots. Fanboy and Payback notice Rooster zoning out as he waits for his turn at the dartboard, and Hangman chuckles as he dangles a dart in front of his face. Payback elbows Rooster in the ribs, and the pilot shakes his head to clear his brain of me bent over the pool table. He’s off with his dart, and the pack groans as Hangman hits a bullseye to win. Even with his rival’s obnoxious gloating, Rooster looks back to where the unfamiliar naval officer leans closer to me now. A uniform-clad thigh brushes against mine, and Rooster starts to walk toward the pool table without a second thought. Fanboy tries to follow, calling his name as he weaves through the crowded bar. 

The 8 ball sits precariously against the corner, and just as I’m about to send the cue ball across the table, something cold brushes my arm and stops my momentum. I whip my head to the side, ready to tell off whoever broke my concentration, and even more anger festers when I see familiar aviators and a well-groomed mustache come into view. Rooster grins, sensing the annoyance radiating from me, as he wedges himself between me and my opponent.

“Brought you another,” he holds out the cold Budweiser to me. “Looked like you could use some cooling down over here.”

“She’s good, man,” my opponent speaks up, putting a hand on Rooster’s shoulder to direct him away from us.

“Clearly, she’s not,” he grins, leaning his forearms against the suede table and pointing toward a pocket with the longneck bottle. “She would’ve banked all of these in one round if she were good.”

“Go finish darts with your boys,” I huff, nudging him with my hip to get him to move. “I’m fine, Roost.”

“See man? She said she’s good,” my opponent puffs his chest out as his voice raises. 

Phoenix’s eyes go wide as she senses where this is going, and she slinks away from the lieutenant she had been chatting up to be a bit closer to me in case Rooster lost his head. Rooster lets out a laugh, unphased by the man in uniform next to him. 

“Mags, you know I’m right,” his voice is calm despite his cocky attitude. “Go ahead and show him. Far left corner pocket.”

I look at him trying to bite back a smirk as my anger ebbs. I should be angry with him still, but he always makes it difficult to stay mad at him. Rooster continues as I assess the shot he pointed out.

“You know why they call her Magnet?” he smiles as he tips his beer toward me. My opponent shakes his head as Rooster chuckles, “She’s always sticking to the enemy. You just can’t shake her.”

“You know why they call him Rooster?” I look back over my shoulder, grinning at the two men. “He’s a massive cock.”

My opponent looks at me, barely glancing at Rooster in between us as he laughs. The small crowd around us erupts in hollers at my comment, and I line up the shot Rooster challenged me to call. I take another glance at the logistics of the move, and my opponent notices me weighing it. He glances at Rooster as he speaks.

“Are you trying to get her to lose? That’s almost impossible,” he says. “Call it, and I win.”

“Is that a challenge, Lieutenant?” Rooster grins, knowing what is coming from me and Phoenix.

“Phoenix!” I hold back laughter as I use my best admiral impression. 

My friend takes a step toward me, hand to her forehead in a knowing salute, “Yes, ma’am!”

“Remind me of how we respond to challenges from men,” I grin at her, and her cheeks puff out with laughter.

“Put them in their place, ma’am!” she continues her impression of a dutiful petty officer. 

“Now, excuse me, boys,” I grin, pushing Rooster and my opponent back before bending over the table and pointing the cue to the pocket. “Far left.”

Rooster crosses his arms across his chest with a smirk, eyes flitting across my figure behind his aviators, and my opponent watches with a cocky smirk, elbowing one of his friends in a premature notion of victory. Phoenix drops her salute, and the pool cue slides over my knuckles with ease before making contact with the side of the cue ball. We all watch as the ball spins, veering toward the bumper where it ricochets across the table. It lands in the far left pocket with a resounding clink, and I stand from the side of the table looking at both Rooster and my opponent with a grin.

“That’s how it’s done, boys,” Phoenix says as I reach out for the Budweiser from Rooster’s hands, fingers brushing over the red label as he holds it out to me.

“Told you,” Rooster throws over his shoulder to my opponent who is still staring at the table in shock. “She’s good.”

“Play nice, you two,” I call over my shoulder, walking away from the table and making sure my hips sway lightly as I maneuver through the crowd.

Both Rooster and the other lieutenant watch as I walk away, and Phoenix elbows Rooster in the ribs.

“If you want her to forgive you, you need to do something else besides bring her a beer,” my friend starts. “And stop staring at her ass.”

“I was so not doing that,” he fires back at the pilot.

“Those aviators don’t hide everything, Roost,” she calls, making her way back toward the officer she had been speaking to during my victorious round of pool. 

After two hours of the rowdy bar with Rooster’s eyes following me, I step outside toward the beach for some fresh air and quiet. The sand is still warm from the beating sun that has set, and I sit on one of the plush benches down from the bar. I take deep breaths as the waves crash, and after a few minutes of quiet, I hear the wooden door shut to the bar entrance behind me. 

“Are you following me, Bradshaw?” I say before I even see him. 

He chuckles as he sits on the beach chair across from me, “We’re on to last names now?”

I try my best to glare at him, but my anger quickly fades at his crooked smile and aviators hanging from his shirt. I graciously accept the water bottle he dangles in front of me, taking a sip before answering him.

“If that’s the only way you’ll listen to me,” I shrug, looking back to the Pacific as it crashes gently on the shore. 

“Mags, listen,” his voice is quieter than before, lacking some of his usual lightheartedness. 

I turn to face him, looking at his gaze that is finally free of his aviator frames. His hazel eyes look more green in the ambient light from the Hard Deck, and freckles from the California sun dot his face. I want to kick myself for noticing Rooster in front of me--for noticing him as a man rather than a friend or a pilot. 

“I’m sorry, okay? You are absolutely right to be mad at me, and I see now where I screwed up.”

“I can hold my own, Rooster,” I start. “I don’t need you to try to protect me or help me out.”

“Hangman left you out to dry, and you weren’t standing up for yourself to Mav,” he says, leaning in a few inches to look at me. “I couldn’t let you take the brunt of his screw up and then the extra push-ups.”

“Why not? Because I’m a girl?” my voice is angrier than I really feel, but Rooster freezes in the wake of my words anyway. 

His eyes are soft as he takes in the weight of my words, but he lets me continue instead of interrupting me, “I can take the yelling from Mav, and I can take the push-ups from Hondo. I’ve trained for this, Roost, not because someone took it easy on me.”

“I know, Mags, and I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way,” he whispers, and without a thought, his fingers tuck a piece of stray hair behind my ear. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s you, Rooster! It’s because you want to stand up to Mav. You want to challenge him and prove him wrong in everything. You want to beat him,” I stare at him incredulously, butterflies in my stomach from when his fingertip barely grazed my cheek as he tucked hair back. “I know you’re still angry with him, but you need to get some perspective.”

He is silent as he sits in front of me, and out of instinct, I grab both of his hands and clutch them between mine, “He still feels guilty about your dad, and I can’t imagine how he would feel if something happened to you. Don’t you think he did what he did to try to protect you?”

“It wasn’t up to him to make that decision for me,” he whispers, eyes still locked on mine. 

“Just like it’s not up to you to determine what I can and can’t take,” my voice is gentle between us. “I’m no different than you.”

His hands clutch mine as silence falls between us. The ocean crashes on the shore, and we can hear continued laughter and chatter from the bar behind us. Rooster’s chest rises and falls steadily, and I can hear his breathing in the cool sea breeze. His eyes travel across my face, lingering over my lips before coming back to my eyes.

“Not to change the subject, but if I say something out of line, are you going to beat the shit out of me?” he asks with a barely-there grin. 

“I’ll make you buy me another beer,” I whisper back to him. “Depending on how out of line, you’ll owe the whole place another round.”

He drops our hands between his, and he runs one of his through his hair before they settle back in his lap in a fidget, “You look good out of uniform, Mags. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you like this.”

My cheeks turn red as I smirk, “You know Roost, I wasn’t going to say anything, but so do you. It looks like Virginia is treating you well.”

“I could say the same for you about Florida,” he laughs quietly. “Things haven’t changed since we graduated from TOP GUN together, have they?”

I shake my head, eyes meeting his as he swallows hard, “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“You still drink Budweiser and wear that jean jacket as your unofficial uniform,” he whispers quietly, fingers tracing the seam of the jacket revealing one of my shoulders. I breathe in sharply when his fingers barely graze my tanned skin. His fingers continue their path along the familiar jacket, “I still see you as a woman, even when I know I shouldn’t.”

“Bradley,” I whisper, and his eyes snap up to mine.

“Please don’t call me that, Mags, because I can’t do this again,” his voice is gentle as he pleads. “I’m wrapped around your finger, and you know it, and when you say my name like that, I can’t say no to you.”

One of my hands rests on his cheek, feeling the scruff beneath my palm and thumb resting over a cluster of freckles, “I never stopped thinking about you. You’ve been my only constant through every new assignment and relocation.”

“When I walked in here that first night, and I saw you, I should have known,” he begins, swallowing thickly. “I should have known this was going to happen.”

“It’s not going to,” I whisper, hand still pressed to his cheek. “We’ll be here together for a few weeks. We’ll flirt, and we’ll reminisce. At the end of this, we’ll move on. We always do, Rooster.”

“We might not go home this time, Magnet,” his fingers wrap around my wrist, thumb tracing up the inside of my forearm. “You heard Maverick and the admiral. I don’t want to leave anything unsaid. It has to end differently this time”

“Rooster, please,” I breathe quietly.

He watches me with gentle breaths, hanging on to whatever words are about to come from my lips. My eyes search his face frantically, trying to find the words, and they linger over his lips before flicking back to his eyes. For a moment, there is nothing but our breaths and the gentle waves on the shore. I’m leaning in toward him, lips almost brushing as I speak.

“Please just kiss me,” I whisper, and he wastes no time in closing the gap between us. 

His soft lips press against mine, and my fingers take root in the short hair at the back of his head. One of his hands rests on my waist, bunching up the sundress fabric as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bench. When my lips part just enough to welcome his tongue, a loud whistle sends us jolting apart, and both of our chests heave for air.

“C’mon, lovebirds!” Phoenix calls with a smirk. “Hangman wants another karaoke competition. Better hope the whole squadron still wants to do it after seeing this.”

Fanboy stands next to her, grinning so wide his cheeks must hurt. Coyote and Payback pump their fists on the other side of the glass, and Bob sends two big thumbs up as Hangman laughs. 

“Fuck,” Rooster mumbles to himself, standing from the bench. “It’s my fault, Mags.”

He stretches a hand out, pulling me up from the bench. I follow suit, feet sinking into the sand as we trudge back toward the bar. Rooster’s broad back blocks most of my view until we stop right before Phoenix and Fanboy.

“I knew you were friends from graduating together,” Fanboy grins with raised eyebrows. “I didn’t know your tongues were acquainted, too.”

“I hope you have to do 600 push-ups tomorrow,” Rooster fires at the WSO. 

Phoenix grins as Rooster scowls, “We’ll use our time to figure out a name for the two of you. Magnet and Rooster don’t really mesh well.”

Rooster sighs, “Fuck both of you.”

The two giggle as Fanboy speaks up, “Seems I’m not the one being fucked tonight, Roost.”

My jaw drops at the comment from Fanboy’s mouth, and Phoenix covers her mouth to try to prevent the deep-bellied laughter falling from it. Rooster’s eyes are wide and cheeks red as he stares at the lieutenant in front of him.

“You owe everyone a round,” Rooster smirks. “Just disrespected a lady.”

Phoenix shakes her head as she furrows her brows, “If I recall, you were staring at her ass the entire time she was playing pool. That’s another round on you.”

I glare at him, and he pinches between his eyebrows, “I’m sorry, Mags. You were bent over the table in that sundress.”

“Alright, everyone inside,” I bark, pushing all three back into the bar. “I’ve been embarrassed enough for one day.”

“I thought him staring was a compliment!” Fanboy calls as I shove him into the threshold.

Rooster smacks his shoulder, “Man, shut up.”

The crowd cheers as we enter the bar, and a part of me debates crawling beneath the pool table to avoid the eyes on us. The boys clap Rooster on the back as he settles at the piano, and Coyote sends a wink my way as he calls out the term loverboy. Rooster’s fingers fly across the keys of the old piano, and he sings along loudly with Coyote and Hangman as a large group of attendees join them. I lean against the far wall, watching the ease and carefree attitudes of everyone--a welcomed sight after the tense day training with Maverick and our not-so-private kiss. I bring the beer bottle to my lips, welcoming the cool liquid as it passes, and Phoenix leans against the wall next to me.

“So, Rooster, huh?” her voice is quiet so that only I can hear her over the rambunctious singing. “It makes sense, you know.”

“It’s long and complicated,” I answer her, eyes never leaving the man behind the piano. “There’s a history.”

“He watches you, too,” she nods her hod, tossing back her own beer. “He’s been looking at you all night, but also in training. He worries about you when you go up.”

“That’s why it’ll never work,” I mumble. “He wants to protect me, but he can’t.”

“Don’t you want to do the same?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

“Emotions compromise us,” I whisper, eyes following him as he throws his head back with a laugh. “We might not come home, Phoenix. Not just this mission, but any time we go up. How can I let anything happen knowing neither of us may come home one day?”

She shrugs her shoulders, “You have to ask yourself if it’s worth it. Do you live without ever taking the chance, or do you live knowing you got to spend at least some time together? Look at Mav and Penny. Do you want to be like that if you don’t have to be?”

“You know, if this whole pilot thing doesn’t work out for you,” I grin at her, “you’ve got a future in negotiations. You’ve got a way with words.”

She chuckles, “Thanks, but I think the pilot thing is working just fine for now.”

We continue to talk in between watching our squadron sing their hearts out around the piano, clinking beers and leaning on each other. Rooster places his hands out around the crowd, bringing them lower to the keys to quiet the crowd. He grins as he locks eyes with me, and our fellow lieutenants egg him on. 

“Mags, you’ve got to forgive me!” he shouts, and the crowd around him starts to cheer. “I just can’t take my eyes off of you!”

He begins to play Frankie Valli’s famous song, voice belting out the words to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. Our squadron around him cheers wildly as they start to sing along, and my cheeks turn bright red in the ambient light of the bar. I catch Phoenix next to me, laughing as she nudges me forward from the wall. The crowd continues to carry the melody, vocalizing the brass section of the song. He grabs one of my hands, pulling me into the crowd with him as he sings.

“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, I pray, oh pretty baby. Now that I’ve found you, stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”

The bar crowd provides backing vocals, and Rooster sings so loud a vein in his neck bulges as his smile embeds itself permanently on his cheeks. He spins me around as he sings, twirling me across the floor to face our squadron members before curling me back into his embrace. I laugh wildly along with him, eventually belting out the lyrics with him. 

“You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you. You’d be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last, love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive. You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off you.”

His hazel eyes are crinkled in the corners as he sings, hands gripping my waist as I spin. He lets me go flying across the floor, ending up with Payback who smiles as he sings. Rooster pulls Phoenix to the floor, sending her across just as I had while Payback nudges me back toward Rooster. He continues his lively singing, eyes locked on mine as he does. I can’t stop my laughter at his over-the-top performance. He holds me out as the song comes to an end, leaning in closer than previously acceptable.

“Stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”

When his note ends, I decide to make the move and close the space between us. Much to the applause of the crowd around us, they clap and cheer as Rooster and I’s lips meet in the dim bar. The kiss is brief and innocent, full of smiles and dopamine. When I break away from him, his smile is so wide that dimples appear on his cheeks.

“Rooster,” I say loud enough for only him to hear, a grin filling my face. “Take me home.”

He grins as he leans in for another kiss, breaking away and pulling me through the bar to his car in the parking lot, “Show me the way, honey.”

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[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

Never There (REUPLOADED)

Author’s note: it’s... been a while since I’ve written anything, I wrote a lot of hockey imagines back in the day and haven’t posted anything in a handful of years, but I recently watched Top Gun Maverick for the first time and this came to me as I was falling asleep one night and I just needed to get out. 

Prompt: “you were never there for me when I wanted you to be there, they were.”

Pairing: Bradley x f!Reader, slight Bob x f!Reader if you squint; no use of Y/N, only body description is curvy

warning: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of lingerie

not dialogue heavy

REUPLOADED

Words: 2.5k

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You and Bradley grew up together. Your mom’s were best friends, you two had been born only months apart from each other, and when Bradley’s dad passed away, it was a no-brainer that your mom would take Carole and Bradley in. 

Growing up your mom’s always had the idea that you and Bradley would end up together, so when you two started dating they were over the moon. You two were already inseparable, add romance to the mix and you two became unbearable to all of your friends, he was your first everything; first love, first kiss, first time, and later on, first heartbreak.

When Carole passed away it was hard for Bradley. To be so young and to have already lost both your parents before becoming an adult yourself is no easy feat. Unfortunately, your mom followed soon after Carole. Your dad was no longer in the picture, so leaving the only place you had ever called home was easy to do. 

You followed Bradley to University of Virginia after you graduated high school, he studied political science and you took undergrad courses that would later allow you to get into veterinary medicine, something that you had felt called to do your whole life, just like he felt a call to the Navy. 

You’ll never forget when he came home, seething angry about how his godfather pulled his papers into the naval academy. You were there for him while he cried in frustration and cursed Pete “Maverick” Mitchell’s name. 

You were there for his college graduation, proudly cheering for him from the audience as he got his political science degree. He had a massive smile on his face as he realized he was finally able to focus on getting into the Navy. Which he did, later that summer after he graduated. 

When it came time for you to graduate with a general science degree, he was nowhere to be seen. The seat that he should have been sitting in was empty and cold, and you returned home to a dark apartment later that evening. It was after midnight when he finally made his appearance, stumbling into the unit you two shared after a night out with a few guys he had met at the naval academy who happened to be in town. You just smiled and told him it was okay before tucking him into bed. 

When he graduated from the naval academy, you were there for his tapping out ceremony. He reminded you everyday in the week leading up to it so you wouldn’t forget, not like it mattered though because you couldn’t wait to see him doing what he wanted to do. 

You put your career on hold while he was away at Top Gun, you would bartend while he would sit at the bar so you could spend time together, that was before he met a solid group of fellow aviators who became his friends, and in turn yours. 

You applied to University of California, Davis for their veterinary program and ended up being accepted into the program on your first application. You were over the moon, but when you called him he left you with a “that’s great baby, but I’m out with the guys right now. Love you” before hanging up and you sighed, knowing he was stressed and this was an easy way for him to blow off some steam. 

You met the special detachment a few weeks before your white coat ceremony at UC Davis, connecting instantly with all of them and they were all excited for you to attend the veterinary program. There were promises of them attending the white coat ceremony so you got tickets for the six of them, plus Bradley. 

You texted all of them in a group chat about what time the ceremony started and they all assured you that they would be there, but when your name got called, only Bob was seated in the middle of six empty chairs. Your heart sank but you kept your smile as you got your white coat.

“Well, look at you.” Bob says in his Montanan accent and you smile as he wraps his arms around you. “You look great, future dog-ter.” 

You laugh and choke back the tears, “Thanks Bobby, it means a lot.” you give him a small smile and he rubs your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” he says and you shrug, not worth dwelling on the rest of the team not being there.

He takes you out to dinner and despite only knowing each other for a few weeks, it felt easy talking to him. You opened up to him about your dad never being there, your mom raising you alongside Bradley with Carole. You tell him about your childhood dog Harley and how your grandparents had a couple of horses in the mountains that you used to ride. He told you about his sisters, what life was like in rural Montana, and how he couldn’t wait to go back and see his family even if it meant doing some chores around the farm. When he smiled at you over a shared piece of tiramisu, you knew you were done for.

You kept your secret for the next four years, every important event in your life, you counted on Bradley not to show up, but Bob was always there to take you out for dinner afterwards, an unspoken tradition. 

You had many fights with Bradley during those four years, each fight led you to spend the night at Bob’s and overtime he fell for you too. Slowly, then all at once when you ended up on his doorstep crying for the third time this month already.

“Sweetheart..” he breathes out as you barely into his chest and sob. He pulls you inside and shuts and locks his door before walking over to the couch, “do you want to talk about it?” he asks and you just shake your head no.

“Brad and I broke up.” you sob out and he holds you a little tighter.

Two days ago, you graduated with your PhD in veterinary medicine. You had done it, you officially became a doctor. You had invited everyone to the ceremony, Bradley, Bob, Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, even Maverick and Penny were invited to the graduation ceremony. You told all of them and circled the time that you were graduating since there were two times listed for the building your ceremony was held. You were in the 1-4pm time slot and you even texted everyone the day of the ceremony that you would see time in a few hours at 1pm before you had to line up. When Bob is the only one standing there you’re a little discouraged but he told you not to worry, and that the rest of the gang would be there soon, he was just early. You smiled and talked with him for a bit before being called to line up. He gives you a hug and a kiss on the head, making you both blush before he goes and finds his seat. 

After the ceremony, however, your heart sank deep into the depths of your stomach and he shakes his head, “I am so sorry, sweetheart..” and you just shake your head.

“Don’t. I don’t want to cry right now.” you say and he smiles before taking your phone from you and holding it out so he can take some pictures of you two. A friend of yours from the program offers to ‘take a few pictures of you and your boyfriend’ and before you can correct her, Bob passes your phone with a smile and wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him and kisses your temple. The gesture takes you by surprise and your friend captures your genuine reaction to it with a smile before handing your phone back to you before walking away.

“Ready to go get dinner?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No, can we go to the Hard Deck?” you ask, knowing that that’s where you’ll find everyone else. He just nods and takes your hand, butterflies appear where there was previously a hot coal of disappointment. Bob drove back to the airport where a charter flight was waiting to take you back to San Diego. On the flight back, you look through your photo album, realizing way too quickly that you had more photos of you and Bob over the years than you ever did you and Bradley. 

You drafted up an instagram post, waiting to publish it after you landed. You selected the picture that your friend took as well as a selfie that Bob took. Finally a dog-ter, thanks bobby for being the best of the best you caption the post and tag Bob in the post. 

You hit post when the plane touches down, it was a short flight thank god, and before you know it you're busting through the doors of the Hard Deck. 

“Bradley Bradshaw.” you spit when you see him standing a little too close to Phoenix.

“Wha-” he starts when he sees you walking up to him and you slap him across the face. “What the fuck is your problem?” he nearly yells, grabbing the whole attention of the bar. 

“You are.” you spit out before looking at the rest of the group. “You know, the one time I care about you all showing up for me, and being there for me, was today. I never asked for anything and I forgave all of you every other time that y’all bailed on plans. My white coat ceremony? That’s fine, it wasn’t too big of a deal.” You turn and look at Bradley, “my graduation from UVA? You weren’t there. You weren’t at my high school graduation, you didn’t come back for my senior prom either. You come home late most nights and are gone before I wake up.. It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore Brad..” you say before turning to leave. “And, you two? You’re adults who have been like my parents for the last five years, and not even you could show up for my doctorate graduation?” you just shake your head and leave everyone staring at each other, the bar quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop in the kitchen. You walk out to Bob’s car and lean against it and let out a sob, jumping when you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, it’s just me.. Do you want to come back to mine?” Bob asks and you shake your head no.

“Can you take me back to mine? I think I’m gonna pack some stuff up… I can’t do this anymore Bob.. I want to go back home.” you choke out and he nods his head, opening the passenger door up for you and you waste no time sitting down in the seat. He shuts the door behind you and walks to the driver’s side. Once inside he looks at you and places a gentle hand on your leg that doesn’t move until you get out of his car in your driveway. 

“Thank you.” you say and he looks over at you with a small smile.

“You don’t need to thank me for anything, darlin’.” He says and before you can change your mind, you lean across the center console of his FJ and kiss him softly. 

“I do, though.” you say before getting out of the car and into the apartment that you share with Brad. When you hear Bob pull away you look around the living room, seeing more of Brad’s achievements around the area than any of yours. 

Packing is easy, you already had a few things squared away and in the back of your jeep, knowing that Bradley would never care enough to check your car for anything. You were in the process of finishing on clearing out your closet when you found a lingerie set that isn’t yours. The biggest giveaways are that it’s too slim for your curvy figure, it’s lace, and it’s a deep shade of pink. You only wore red or black when the mood struck and never any lace. The fact that your boyfriend was sleeping with someone else, in your own bed, just made you sick. You continued packing, quicker now that you found the lingerie. 

You were coming back in from taking the last suitcase out to your car when Bradley pulled into the driveway. "What are you doing?" he asks and you look over at him.

"What do you mean 'what are you doing?' Bradley? I'm fucking done." you say as you walk into the bedroom to grab the lace one piece. 

"You're leaving?" he asks, voice booming in the unit. 

"Yeah! I'm fucking leaving, Bradley! I'm tired of not being important enough for you anymore!" your voice echoes in the hall as you stomp back to here he his, shoving the garment at his chest, "we're fucking done." 

He pales when he looks at what you slapped against him "Baby I-"

"Don't. Don't you fucking 'baby' me, Bradley. You were never there for me and now I understand why. How long have you been fucking her?"

"I'm not fucking Phoenix. How long have you been fucking Bob?" he spits, throwing the lace on the floor.

"I never said a name." you say, eyes full of unshed tears and he pales when he realizes his mistake. "I understand that I went to school eight hours away, you don't think that wasn't hard for me? Obviously it was easy for you when you had your fucking wingman in our bed! Is that why there's no trace of me, of us, anywhere in this apartment? There's no more pictures of us on the wall, just your stuff in the bathroom.. I'm tired of living like a stranger in my own fucking home!"

He tries to take a step closer but you take two steps back. "How long?" you ask, refusing to look at him.

"How long what?"

"How long since you stopped loving me?" you say, voice above a whisper. 

In his silence, you find your answer. You nod softly with a self depreciating laugh. "When you weren't there for me, Bob was. I was there for you, for everything. Since we were babies and I couldn't even get you to show up for me, one time. All the military ceremonies and the navy balls and the graduations, and seeing you off before deployments and being there when you got back but you couldn't once be there for me?" you say, finally looking over at him as the tears fall. "I never cheated on you with Bob. I've never had sex with him, Roos.." you bite back a sob and he hangs his head. "But somewhere along the way I fell in love with him, and i can only hope that one day you will actually love someone how I loved you." you say, slipping the apartment key off your keys and you place it gently on the coffee table before walking out the door on the man you thought that you were going to spend the rest of your life with, and into the arms of the man who was always there for you.

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[nobody7102]

This isn’t like on the smut prompt list but I was wondering if you could to Rooster with the line “Good girl- fuck that’s a good girl?”

BABES! The thoughts that went through my head seeing this…

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The faint sound of cheers and singing from the Hard Deck filled the air of the parking lot, but it was only a muffled sound as Bradley kissed his way down Y/N’s neck. One of his hands supported the small of her back as the other her hips down on his. “God damn Honey” he groaned feeling her hand dip below the waist line of his jeans, popping the button open “You should have just told me we were staying home if I had known you missed me this much” he chuckled against her skin before a moan fell from his lips as Y/N freed his aching cock.

A smile came to Y/N’s face as she kissing along Bradley’s jaw “I tried” slowly racking her hand upwards she rested her head against his cheek as he threw his head back against the headrest of the back seat. “But someone wanted to get drinks” she mumbled swiping her thumb over the tip of his weeping cock before brining her hand back down to the base.

“And let me tell you Honey-“ he sighed shakily turning his head slowly to smile at Y/N “I have never regretted anything more” the chuckle he was going to let out died in his throat as he took a sharp breath, feeling Y/N rub circles over the tip of his cock.

Kissing his jaw one last time, Y/N shimmied her way off the seat and onto the floor, between Bradley’s legs, her eyes never leaving his as her hand kept running over his throbbing cock. “Well, since someone didn’t wanna listen. He’s only getting part of his ‘Welcome Home’ present”

A breathless “fuck” fell from Bradley’s lips as he watched Y/N take the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before slowly sinking down into it further “Fuuck” his hands found their way to her hair as she bobbed, her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

If anyone were to talk out of the bar they’d be met with the lewd, wet slosh of Bradley’s cock in Y/N’s mouth. But neither cared.

Looking down through glazed, hooded eyes. Bradley’s irises met Y/N’s as she hollowed her cheeks. Bradleys grip in her hair tighten slightly as he threw his head back, pressing Y/N’s head down further, a slight gag could be heard “Good girl-“ he moaned “Fuck that’s a good fucking girl” he closed his eyes as he continued the motion of pushing her head down ever so slightly till he heard the gag of his tip hitting the back of her throat.

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When I say Bradley is the only man who I would ever allow to push my head down further. I mean it

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[ash5monster01]

Ashley my love. I recently reread your masterlist, YOU ARE FANTASTIC. Just needed to shout that out =) I've got an idea for a story. Don't know if you like it but I give it a try, especially after discovering that Miles Teller is on your character List????? Omg yeah. Here it comes:

Miles and reader are best friends since for ever and always more than happy to film together. Her excitement is marred by a new regisseur who gives her instantly a bad feeling (guy is flirting with her, gives her creepy looks and stares whenever he gets the chance). The whole situation is getting worse when gets touchy and handsy and when he corners her when she's alone. The creep harasses her and even threatenes her that when she's not dating him or be more friendly to him he will end her career. Miles notices that there's a change in the behavior of his normally bubbly sunshine best friend. Got more details in my mind, but that doesn't mean that you have to use them in any way!!!!!! I imagine that Miles and her always sharing an apartment when they're together, so he notices her sleeping not well, hearing her having nightmares. But she always brushes him off. One day he finds her having a panic attack behind her trailer (the creep just touched her rough and claim her dating him)....yeah well I need some good angst, drama, some hurt and an protective Miles, a fluffy end mayhabs?!

Love ya girl, it would ne fantastic if you let me know if you like my idea

Not Yourself

Pairing: Miles Teller x FemReader

Warnings: 18+ due to heavier themes, mentions of SA, abuse, depression, language, control issues, gaslighting, fluff

Summary: Being best friends for a long time can be like wearing rose colored glasses, ignoring the fact that feelings can change, touches can become more, and love can evolve into an entirely different thing. Some people ignore these signs for their entire lives but when Miles notices you’re not the same bubbly girl anymore he discovers a sad truth and in the midst of it all he can’t deny how he feels about you any longer.

a/n: I've had this request for ages and I am so sorry, I am busy literally all of the time and try to keep up with my own series and requests all the time. plz enjoy now that it is finally here xx

word count: 3,038

Masterlist

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since you stopped smiling as much, since you stopped looking him in the eye, since you stopped laughing at his jokes, since you stopped spending time with him, since you had a full night of sleep. He had heard you, crying, having nightmares, your sobs barely muffled by the door. He wished he could figure out when it all changed. Everything was fine. You both landed another project together, found a perfect apartment to use while filming, you had been so happy. It was the two of you against the world like always. Yet now it’s as if the sun didn’t shine and because of your broken smile the world couldn’t really thrive.

Being an actor in this industry was hard, you had heard the horror stories, yet you still took it on knowing you had your bestfriend by your side. From highschool plays until now you were continuing to face the craziness of this job head on. Luckily enough with him by your side, landing new projects together left and right. You figure you had gotten too comfortable, too blind with happiness to see the warning signs, too scared to say no when one of the producers had asked you on a date. You figured one date couldn't hurt, that you could just go and keep your job, make up an excuse to get out of a second date, but it was too late. You had let him in and now he held the power. He held more weight in the bustling world of show business and now his threats of debunking your career were enough to scare you silly.

It was supposed to be the fun part of the date, the walking you to the doorstep, pink cheeks hidden by the dark of the night and revealed in the glow of street lamps, a shy kiss shared under the porchlight. Instead it was a tight grip around your wrist, back pressed into the hard brick of the home, wide eyes, as he threatens to end your career if you don't date him. Then you finally realize all that flirting and staring he had done on set was more creepy and forceful than anything. Blood pulsing through your veins you agreed, a harsh and unwanted kiss forced upon your lips. You waited till he got in his car and left before breaking down in tears on the front steps. You had promised yourself you wouldn't be one of those Hollywood horror stories and yet here you were, blindsided, and completely alone. You couldn’t even tell Miles, the keeper to every secret and embarassing story in your life. Once you realized this you waited until the living room lights turned off before entering the home and hiding in your room so he couldn't see the heartbroken look on your face.

Now it had been three weeks of this torture. Unwarranted touching and kissing all over set and it was as if nobody noticed or they ignored it for their own benefit. That broke you more than anything. The only person to inquire about your change in demeanor your best friend Miles, but you denied him every time. Assuring him everything was okay even though it definitely wasn't. Your only safe place was your room at night, but the abuse had followed you into your dreams, nightmares startling you awake until you were too scared to fall sleep, tears taking place of sleep. So you learned to live with the pain, but the thing about holding everything in means it dulls the parts of you that shine brighter. It’s harder to smile when something so heavy sits on the weight of your shoulders. You just prayed nobody would really notice.

Opening your trailer door you were prepared to make it to set, thankful you were a good enough actor that your emotions hadn't tainted your performance. Least expected as always, the strong grip curled around your wrist, and practically tugged you off the trailer steps before pulling you around and out of sight of anyone passing by. Your heart instantly quickened and suddenly you were slammed against the cool metal of the trailer before his large hand wrapped around your ass. You let out a shaky breath due to the close proximity and he snarled in your face. Barring his teeth like a wild animal and you were instantly fear stricken, frozen in place, and prepared for more trauma to add to your plate. Another nightmare brewing just at the edge of your fingertips, not even your work place safe from the abuse.

"You look good today, just for me?" his hand squeezed tighter, heavy breaths landed on your face. Your stomach churned with disgust over his weird attraction towards you. "Bet you sat in that makeup chair, begging them to make you look good so I could have something to see"

His other hand finally let go of your wrist, wrapping around your neck, the coolness of his rings practically stinging you by the touch. You shuddered as his face closed in, warm mouth landing on your neck as he left wet kisses, devouring you like a meal in the worst way. You prayed it would be enough, that he would leave, but then his hand was gripping your chin, mouth landing againt your own, and tongue shoving inside your mouth despite how hard you tried to keep your lips closed. Tears burned at the back of your eyes but you knew not to let them fall, to not give him the satisfaction. After what felt like hours he finally let go, backing off with a sly smile on his face. Hiding your shuddering body he pointed in your direction.

"Keep that pretty little mouth shut" he sneered and then he was gone, leaving you behind the trailer in a broken heap, heart racing, and life ruined. Once you could no longer hear his footsteps you were on your knees, tears free falling as sobs raked your body. You couldn’t control it as the panic rushed through, anxiety closing your airways, as you tried to wrap your mind around what had just happened. Unexpected and harmful all the same. You were late for your scene, but as the panic attack set in you had no part of you that could care.

As for Miles he knew you'd never be late to a scene, you didn't want to be one of those dramatic Hollywood stars that let the fame get to your head. So when it had been ten minutes and you still weren't there the panic set in. He told the director he was off to find you and before he could protest Miles was out the door and running to your trailer. Without knocking he forced himself inside but you were not there, sighing he walked back out and that’s when he heard a cry. Just not any cry though, the same ones he had heard from your bedroom every night. Bending down he looked under the trailer to see you were behind it, a heap in the gravel as you cried your eyes out.

"Y/N!" he was around the trailer in a flash, dropping beside you as he cradled you in his arms. You cried against him, barely aware he was even there. He found tears seeping out of his own eyes as he tried to determine what was wrong with his best friend, his oldest friend, the girl he loved more than anything in the world.

"Miles" you finally cried, gripping onto him like he could disappear any second, and he found himself lifting his head, trying to calm his heart and he let it settle in that something was really really wrong.

"Y/N I want to help you but I need you to tell me what’s wrong" he finally said, pulling you close and rubbing a hand through your hair.

"I will, I promise, just not here. Please not hear, when we're home" you begged and he heard the desperation in your voice, the fear that strangled you from telling him the truth he needed three weeks ago.

"Okay, at home. You can tell me then, just please calm down" he cried and you nodded againt his chest, counting your breaths like you had practiced. He held you through it, silent as he allowed you support while you did what you needed to do. Finally you gave him a nod and he helped you to your feet. He wished you would tell the directors you were sick, that you’d do the scene tomorrow but he knew youd be mad that he suggested it so he walked you that direction anyway, wiping tears from his eyes and painting a fake smile on his face and he realized that's exactly what you had been doing the last three weeks.

After that you both had been jittery getting through the day. Finally the director called it and awkwardness enveloped you as you collected your things and headed towards Miles Bronco together. He did his best to keep silent as he drove you through the busy LA streets, driving towards the safe haven you both shared. Miles did his best to keep his mouth shut as he locked his car and unlocked the apartment door. You were very clealry distraught and he watched as you dumped your things on the kitchen counter, the weight of the world crushing you into the ground. So he moved towards the couch, very obviously leaving the seat open beside him for you to take and start explaining yourself. You knew not to fight it, you had made a promise, and you never broke a promise with Miles.

"I'm not taking anymore bullshit Y/N, I want the truth and all of it right now" he finally broke the silence as you took your seat beside him. Hugging a pillow to your chest, tears lined your eyes as you finally told him everything from the beginning. Miles did his best to not get angry and interrupt as you told your truth, the weight of the news much heavier than he expected.

"For three weeks, that's almost a whole month Y/N" guilt bloomed through your body and he pressed his head in his hands, trying to not let the anger consume him. Yet as he thought of how angry he was he was able to recognize the jealous pull. That some bastard got to kiss you without permission when he's been wanting to kiss you the way a real man should since college. He had never realized that he had hid that from himself all these years, denied himself of recognizing his attraction towards you. Stopped himself from loving you, and maybe if he didn't do that this would've never happened.

"I was scared he would hurt me, we were always alone" you told him, wanting him to know that you wanted him to know but sometimes fear controlled you in ways you couldn't explain.

"I was right inside that first night, I could've come out and stopped him" Miles argued and that’s when it hit him. The front porch, the doorbell, his phone. His eyes widened and you watched as his thoughts danced across his face.

"What is it?" you asked and without answering he rushed to his room, plugging in his phone as he opened the app that could hold the key to everything.

"Don't worry Y/N, I got a plan" sighing you let him hide out, making yourself some dinner. and trying to go to sleep despite knowing a nightmare would awake you soon. Yet when you woke up Miles was snoring softly beside you in your bed. A wave of calm rushed over you and you scooted closer before falling alseep again, the first real rest you had gotten in a long time.

When you woke up to your alarm he was no longer there, his car not even in the driveway. You figured he had early scenes and you had forgot. So you got ready, tried to slow your heart as you made your way to set, trying to prepare yourself for another day of torture. Yet before you could be called to set a knock sounded at your door, a worker telling you that you were needed in the table read room, a meeting with the show runners. Realizing that you were more than likely going to be fired you allowed a few tears to fall as you made your way in that direction. Your situation did not look good as you spotted the director, all the producers including your own abuser, and Miles all sat around the table.

"We're glad you could join us Y/N, have a seat" the director told you and you nodded, scurrying to the open seat beside Bradley.

"Usually we don't call meetings until production time John, what is it" one of the producers asked the director and John gave you a soft smile.

"Miles came forward to me today with some information I think we can't ignore" he finally said and your heart doubled in speed as you realized what he had done, started a battle you would never win without any evidence. "Mr. Conway here has been harrassing Y/N for the last three weeks, threatening to debunk her career if she told anyone"

"Oh this is bullshit and you know it" Conway said, but everyone clear as day could see the fear across his face.

"Miles has also provided evidence" John said before clicking the screen, ring doorbell footage of the first night appearing on screen. Miles hand wrapped around your own, knowing this would be tough to watch. It was hard for him to watch himself, crying the moment he realized you sat outside in tears waiting for him to go to bed.

The group watched as you and Conway approached the door holding hands, they all watched as his smile turned into a growl as he shoved you against the wall, fear clear as day on your face and he got so close you were breathing each others air. "If you don't agree to dating me I will proceed to make your life a living hell, you'll never be hired ever again, people will think of how trrible you are, your fans will hate you, after tonight your mine and if you tell absolutely anybody it’s game over, you'll never amount to anything ever again"

Then they all watched as you frantically nodded and he forced himself on you, you clearly trying to push him away. Then they watched him harshly release you, walk to his car, as you clearly sobbed on the front porch. John ending the video before they could see anymore, you clearly distraught from reliving that moment.

"We're going to allow Y/N to decide if she wants to press charges and I am fully prepared to pause production if you aren't willing to immediately terminate him" John informed them and you felt your heart warm over at the thought of him protecting you.

"We understand completely, Conway you’re fired. Have your things packed by the end of the day and be expecting a court order coming your way" relief washed over you completely as Conway sat there, shock all over him. Miles pulled you into a hug, Conway leaving the room with profanities falling from his mouth.

"We're sorry for this Y/N, if you need anything at all we're here for you. We will also testify in court if you choose to go in that direction" you nodded as they also got up and left the room. John placed a comforting hand on your back before leaving as well, a true hero in this situation.

"I can't believe you came forward for me" you told Miles, still hugging him like your life depended on it.

"I had too, your my bestfriend. I love you, I have always loved you" Miles told you, pushing some hair out of your face. Losing you was never an option.

"What if your plan didn't work?" you asked and he shrugged.

"Then I was quitting the movie" he told you earnestly and you smiled, pulling him tighter into your hug.

"I love you Miles" you told him and he smiled before pulling back a little.

"I know this probably isn't the right time but after all this I figure you deserve to know that I'm in love with you Y/N. I love you in that more than best friend way and after this whole disaster you deserve to know that beause you deserve to be loved the right way" for a moment you were shocked, allowing his words to sink in because there was a moment you considered you and Miles. You just figured he'd never feel the same so you brushed it off, ignoring it for the sake of your friendship.

“Are you sure?” Miles hoped that this doubt wasn’t a symptom of the last few weeks of abuse.

“Positive Y/N, it took a lot of self control to not kill that asshole” you found yourself giggling through tears, a wide smile on your face for the first time in a month.

“I love you in a more than a best friend way too Miles” you grinned at him and he smiled arms pulling you close again.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, wanting to make sure it was okay since that asshole never did.

“Yes, please” and he didn’t need any more confirmation before his lips were on yours. Instead of holding your breath like you had been for the last three weeks you inhaled him, breathing his air like he just filled you with life after the past month of torture.

A kiss to redeem every bad one, a kiss to start the healing process, and start finding yourself again. Which you had a feeling would be better than ever considering you had finally allowed yourself to love Miles in a way you always wished you could. This time you didn’t have to look out for the warning signs because you had Miles to protect you, and look for them too.

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[michwritesstuff]

Some Things Last Forever After All (Top Gun Maverick: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw)

a/n: listened to this song for the first time in a while yesterday and screamed at the idea of this. (i know country is not for everyone but i can perfectly see this with rooster so i hope you guys love it as much as i do!)

summary: female reader (she/her) x bradley bradshaw Flying for the Navy and returning to Top Gun gave Rooster some of the greatest memories and friends he could ever ask for. One night, he comes to the realization that he is in love with his best friend, and he can’t help but always want you around.

notes/warnings: friends to lovers? cute and fluffy rooster, mentions of alcohol (lyrics are bolded, past will be fully italicized…not to be confused with present quotes)

word count: 1.9k

Bradley never really counted on the good things in his life lasting very long. After losing his dad at such a young age, and his mom later in life, he convinced himself that the people he loved and cared about would only end up leaving and disappointing him.

When Maverick pulled his papers to the Naval Academy, setting him and his career back by four years, Bradley swore that the world was out to get him. He had never been so angry and resentful towards anyone in his life.

From the moment his dad passed away, Bradley knew that he wanted to fly. In some way, he felt like it would connect them—bring him back, even if it was just for a few fleeting moments…in memory.

This was it for him. The Navy. Top Gun. This was all he needed in life. The people he would meet and get to know, sure they could help pass the time. But that’s all, right?

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FM station on the outskirts Blue jeans after years of shift work All fading out like I always knew they would

As he pulled into the parking lot to the Hard Deck in his Bronco, Rooster couldn’t help but feel at home. Sure, the place looked like a dump on the outside, but he had created some of his closest friends here.

He still remembers the first time he talked to you at the bar.

You had just got done shooting down tequila with Natasha, whom since you last seen her been named “Phoenix.”

“Ladies, looking good this evening” he greeted.

Your throat still burned as you turned towards the voice.

A man, who you didn’t recognize, stood there. He looked to be about 6’0”, his eyes covered by a pair of aviators that rested on his face.

You couldn’t help but think “Who the hell wears glasses inside? This guy apparently.”

Taking in the rest of his appearance, he bore a dark pair of faded blue jeans and a white tank top layered with what seemed to look like a vintage Hawaiin shirt…interesting.

The sleeves cuffed his arm in just the right place, his strong arms on display. His smooth and tan skin slightly disrupted by a few small scars on his cheek and a ridiculous pornstache, which you had to admit, suited him.

Had you not taken that shot, and the three other ones before it, you would never have ranted the way you were about to. Fortunately for everyone around you, you had.

“Oh god, please. I can not do this again. Look buddy, we’re not interested. I have to deal enough with cocky pilots that think just because they’re here that they’re hot shit and can go around slinging their dick everywhere. It’s not going to work for them and it won’t for you either civvy.”

The man’s face looked taken aback before a large smile took over his face, he seemed amused.

“Y/N, meet Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. He’ll be at Top Gun with us. Bradshaw, this is Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N,” Phoenix introduced the both of you.

Your face flushed red; you were not expecting that.

“Just Rooster, no need for formalities” he clarified, a teasing smile on his face.

A loud ringing bell startled you.

You turned around to see the woman at the bar pointing at a small sign, specifically where it stated something about placing your phone on the bar.

Which you hadn’t realized you had done until Rooster approached. This was all his fault.

“I’ll take a beer, on her tab”

The woman grabbed a bottle before knocking it on the edge of the bar to pop the top off, sliding it over in Rooster’s direction.

“Thanks Penny,” Rooster smiled.

Reaching between you and Phoenix, he grabbed his beer before continuing.

“Phoenix, good to see you again. Lieutenant Y/L/N, it was a pleasure. Next round is on me,” he smiled, tipping his beer in your direction before walking away.

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They say nothing lasts forever But they ain't seen us together Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

The waves crashing along the shore were drowned out by the laughter as the group sat around the fire after a long day of games.

Maverick had thought it would be a good idea to take the day off and go to the beach, something about team morale.

With the footballs put away and the drinks out, everyone began to wind down.

Phoenix recounted the story of how you guys had met, a mixture of laughter and shocked faces were present as Y/N was revealed as the buyer of all their drinks that night.

“Trust me, my bank account will never let me forget it.”

Since that moment, you and Rooster had pretty much become inseparable. He was your best friend, besides Natasha of course.

You had more in common than you would have originally thought, your thoughts and mannerisms sometimes identical. Phoenix swore that you were twin flames or something, you weren’t sure what she meant by that, but it sounded cool.

From hobbies to goals in life, you were pretty much on the same page.

Not to mention, he just understood you in a way no one else really could.

When you were frustrated about training or life in general, he knew. No matter how hard you convinced yourself you were hiding it well. He knew you, better than you knew yourself sometimes.

Maybe it was all the time you spent together, but he was your best friend and he always made sure to remind Natasha of the fact as she complained that you couldn’t bail on your monthly movie night with Rooster.

“Speaking of drinks, anyone need another?” Hangman spoke up.

“I’ll help,” you stood up, patting Rooster’s shoulder as you walked away.

His eyes followed your retreating body as you accompanied Hangman into the Hard Deck.

“So when’s the wedding?” Phoenix spoke up.

Rooster’s eyes widened in amusement and confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, Rooster. We can all see it. You’re in love with Y/C/S. Just man up and tell her already.”

Was he in love with you? I mean sure, he cared about you and wanted you around. You’re his best friend, but love?

As you walked out the back porch with Hangman, arms securely holding beer bottles as you threw your head back in laughter, Rooster couldn’t help the way his heart swelled as he watched you.

Taking your place next to him he swore that you sat closer to him than you had before. But it was just his imagination, right?

With the cool breeze that fell over the group you had managed to nestle closer to Rooster to the point that you were practically in his lap, one leg over his as you rested your hands in your lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Cold?” he questioned.

“Just a bit,” you replied.

Without any hesitation Rooster wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting on your hip as he pulled you even closer.

“Thanks Roo.”

He looked down to meet your eyes, the moonlight shining as you smiled up at him.

Yeah, he loved you.

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Just a t-shirt in the kitchen With no make-up and a million Other things that I could look at my whole life

He would never admit to anyone if they asked, but this is when Rooster adored you the absolute most.

He never imagined himself liking such a domestic relationship, but after late movie nights that went far past your bedtime or times when you drank a little too much at the hard deck and couldn’t make it to your dorm and would end up crashing at his place, he would always wake up to the same view.

You.

Well—you in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of you.

It was the same routine. You would ‘argue’ the night before about who got to sleep in his room and who would crash on the couch. As a ‘guest’ he insisted that you should take his room and that he would take the couch.

Of course, you never wanted to burden him in his own home and would simply deny his request, demanding that you would take the couch.

You would go back and forth for a while until you walked up to the couch and just laid down.

Too tired to argue anymore, he would bid you a goodnight.

“Sweet Dreams Roo.”

When he awoke, the smell of fresh bacon and coffee wafted throughout the house.

Walking in the kitchen he found your back turned to him as you nursed the pans of bacon and eggs on the stove.

Your t-shirt—well technically his, which you stole, fell below your ass, leaving your legs on display.

Sensing his presence, you turned around.

“Morning sleepyhead,” you teased with a warm smile.

His morning tiredness still lingering, his eyes wandered slightly longer over your appearance than he found appropriate before his eyes found yours, greeting you with a smile of his own.

As he thought about this somewhat often routine, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to truly wake up next to you.

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A love like that makes a man have second thoughts Maybe some things last forever after all

The more he thought about it the more in love Rooster felt. He loved you, truly and fully.

He was scared to admit that, afraid that he would lose you.

But as time continued on, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

After the uranium enrichment site had been destroyed everything was put into perspective for the team.

Maverick and Rooster could have died. You could have lost him, he could have lost you.

The Navy thought it important to keep the team together, stationing you all in San Diego.

The finality of the decision led everyone to move off base.

Rooster had already been living in his own home.

As you laid on the couch, your head in his lap as you rambled on about how hard it had been for you and Phoenix as you went on your apartment search, you almost missed when Rooster had offered for you to move in with him.

“What?” you asked.

“Why don’t you just move in with me?”

“Rooster don’t be ridiculous,” you said sitting up.

“What, why not? You’re here all the time anyways. It doesn’t seem so far-fetched to me.”

“I sleep on the couch!” you exclaimed.

“There’s not even an extra bedroom.”

He went quiet for a moment, staring at the ground before him as you began to realize.

“Oh”

He wanted you to move in with him.

It was no secret to anyone that you and Rooster had something more than a friendship going on.

While there had been a few stolen kisses here and there when in the moment, neither of you had ever felt confident enough to bring it up.

“Yes,” you breathed.

This caught Rooster’s attention.

“Really?” he asked, a hint of hope in his eyes. God, you loved him.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

Before you could process what was happening, Rooster barreled over to you, your back hitting the couch as he hovered over you.

You chuckled at his forwardness, reaching your hand up to graze his cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Please,” you spoke, your voice barely above whisper.

Your hand moved from his cheek to his neck as your fingers played with his soft curls at the nape of his neck as you pulled him forward.

His lips gently brushed yours before he pulled back.

“I love you Y/N.”

“And I love you Bradley.”

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Dirty Dreams

This is my first time ever writing something like this! This is actually my first time writing anything really!! Reading all the Rooster images got me feeling some type of way tho so I decided to try it out

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Y/N “Sunshine” Y/L/N

Warnings: slight dirty talk, drinking, small dirty scene described, I don’t think there is anything else, let me know if there is :)

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You were on your back looking up at the tall, toned, and tan man that you were in love with. He hovered over you and made his way up and down your body leaving gentle kisses in his path. He was inching closer and closer to where you wanted him. His mouth made your skin feel like it was on fire. The burning getting closer and closer to your core. He left a kiss on the inside of your thy and finally gave you what you wanted. You grab his hair as he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“Rooster please” You needed more, “Bradley”

Then you hear it. Someone was calling your name. Was that Phoenix?

“y/n wake up” Phoenix yells at you. You finally wake up, cheeks flushed after realizing the kind of dream you were having. And from the shit eating grin she had, she knew the kind of dream you had too.

“y/n “Sunshine” y/l/n, were you having a sex dream about our very own Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw?” she gushed at you. You didn’t think it was possible, but your cheeks got even redder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Just play dumb and she won’t know, right?

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, and Bob heard it too. He had to leave because your moans were basically coming out of a porno!”

This was your nightmare. You had been silently in love with the handsome aviator for forever. Always watching him from a distance and admiring him not only for his good looks but for his brains as well.

“Please please pleeeease forget about this” you begged your friend. Thankfully she took mercy on you and promised she wouldn’t bring it up again. But she did tell you to put something cute on because everyone was meeting up for a drink and she was there to pick you up. You slipped into a black corset top that showed off your chest nicely and some ripped jean shorts and headed out the door with her.

You were met outside with a very embarrassed looking Bob.

“Sunshine, I promise I did not hear anything. And even if I did, I already forgot about it.”

After a beat of silence, all three of you started laughing and then headed to the bar. When you got there, it was already packed. You quickly spotted the boys and made your way over to the group. Hangman came over and put his arm around your waist. 

“Lookin’ good Sunshine, that’s a nice top you got on” Hangman smirked at you as he shamelessly flirted. You rolled your eyes and told everyone you were going to get a drink.

Once you made your way up to the bar, you spot him walk in the doors. The dream came rushing back to you. The room suddenly felt too hot and you didn’t know if you’d be able to stand by him all night and act normal. I mean, he looks like he was sculpted by the heavens above, it truly wasn’t fair.

He comes up to you before you can process what to do and orders 2 beers.

“Sunshine, I got one for you too” Rooster charmingly smiled at you.

“T-Thank you...You didn’t have to” You stuttered, and he responded with another breath taking smile - again, truly not fair.

You both got your beers and headed back to the group. You notice that they had all done shots. Phoenix was already looking drunk. You just laughed at her and took a seat off to the side. Surprisingly, Rooster joined you. He peered over at you.

“You look beautiful darlin’“ It was such a simple sentence, yet your heart exploded. You smiled and softly thanked him. The group continued to do shots and you, and Rooster sat and talked, slowly drinking your beers. Your were feeling more confident talking to him and things were going smoothly. Phoenix comes stumbling over, hiccuping and mumbling along the way.

“Heeeeyyyyy guuyyyssss” She drags out, “Sunshine, I just want a guy to make me feel as good as Rooster made you feel in that dream”

It felt as though everything paused at once. You could not believe what she just said. You had no idea what to do, you were freaking out. You look over at Rooster and he sat there with a shit eating grin looking back at you.

“I mean, the way you were moaning his name, I know he was making you feel amazing. Like mind blowing-ly amazing and - “before Phoenix could continue, you cut her off.

“Phoenix, I think you have me mixed up with someone else.”

“No, remember, I came to pick you up today and you were sleeping and moaning his name so loud.” She turns to Rooster “Bob heard and ran out of the room” She giggled and walked away.

You were mortified. What did she do? He was gonna think you were a creep. He wouldn’t want to talk to you anymore. As you were spiraling, you heard him start to speak.

“So, you get those dreams too? Baby, I’ve been having them about you since the first day we met.” He stated and slowly took a sip of his beer, never breaking eye contact. 

You sat there for a second, shocked, then a wave of confidence washed over you.

“I doubt your are as dirty as mine” You spoke looking right at him

His eyebrows shot up and he got an intense look on his face. Rooster stood up and responded

“How about you let me take you home and I’ll show you exactly what I dream about, gorgeous. Then you’ll know just how dirty mine are”

You stood and he put his hand on the small of your back and led you out of the bar.

You made a mental note to thank Phoenix later...and all the shots she took.

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TOP GUN ROOSTER POV: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[7seas-of-ryy]

Sunshine

Author’s Note: This man has a choke hold on my life right now, younger me is screaming that my Miles Teller crush is back :)

Summary: You’re shy but luckily Rooster’s not! Combine that with one scheming Penny and something is bound to happen!

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Warnings: None :)

You wiped down the bar and cleaned some glasses next to Penny. Closing the bar was the calmest part of the night and you enjoyed the peace. Penny was best friends with your mom and she was just like an aunt to you. You loved her and how outgoing she was. In fact, you wished you could be just like her. You were painfully shy and nothing made it easier for you to talk...except maybe a little alcohol. Your shyness is actually what put you in this situation right now.

Your mom didn’t know how to get you out of your shell. Penny came up with the great idea of having you move in with her and work at The Hard Deck along side her. You were terrified to say the least. Moving to another state AND working at a bar?! But you agreed to please your mom and that is how you ended up here, cleaning glasses. 

“You know, there’s a lot of handsome men that come in and out of this bar. And a lot of those men would love to take you home one night, if you let them.” Penny smirked at you, knowing the idea of a one night stand would make you flustered. You stared at her, wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights.

“In fact, I think you caught the eye of a certain Lieutenant that has a pretty impressive mustache.”

If you thought your cheeks were red before, you were a full tomato now. 

“I don’t know what you mean, he’s only ever said a few words to me before.” You had a huge crush on the tall airman they called Rooster. You were also 99.9% sure he had no idea you existed. 

“Honey, that man stares at you like you’re the only one in this room. I think he was undressing you with his eyes for over half the night tonight.” She laughed.

You shook your head and even though you tried not to, smiled slightly. The idea of that man finding you attractive was not even a possibility in your mind. You figured Penny was just saying this to get you to talk to him and leave your comfort zone. You heard her sigh.

“y/n, I know you don’t think that you’re beautiful, and funny, and amazing, and smart but you are. I watch you serve people drinks and even through your shyness, your smile is bright. You light up the room and you need to believe all of this because its true.” She rubbed your cheek like a mother would.

“Thank you Pen” You softly spoke to her and she responded with a bright smile.

You both grabbed your stuff and headed home. Penny’s words stuck with you and you decided that tomorrow you would wear something different. Something out of your comfort zone. You normally wore jeans and a crewneck or sweater and put your hair into a bun. You went to sleep knowing that tomorrow you would pick out something that showed some more skin.

You woke up and decided on wearing some black denim shorts, your white converse, and a baby blue top that did little to cover your chest. You were showing a nice amount of cleavage and a lot of legs. You let your hair down and put on a small amount of makeup. You walked down to meet Penny and Amelia for breakfast before heading to work.

Penny and Amelia stopped what they were doing and their jaws dropped.

“You look HOT!” Amelia basically yelled while Penny shook her head in agreement. You laughed and ate your breakfast. You and Penny headed down to the bar eventually and started getting it ready for customers.

The bar hadn’t opened yet when Maverick walked in. He was always so kind to you and you enjoyed his company. I know Penny did too ;) He walked over to you two and did a double take.

“y/n?! Is that you???” He joked and Penny laughed. You started to blush not realizing the amount of attention you would get just from changing your clothes and letting your hair down.

“You look beautiful! You actually look more like yourself I think. This look suits you.” Pete complimented you. You felt like all you were saying today was thank you.  He switched his attention to Penny and they started flirting. You smiled at them and kept on getting the bar ready. Eventually it was time to open and the aviators would start pouring in. 

You were serving shots to a group of customers when the door opened and in walked Bradley. He scanned the room and eventually landed on you. He watched you for a minute and you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

“Hey y/n can I get a beer?” Rooster asked you. You grabbed him his beer and your hands touched as he took the beer from you. The bar top suddenly became interesting because you could not look at Rooster right now. He looked way too good and you were way too shy, despite the nice outfit you put on as a confidence boost.

“I like your outfit, blue seems to be your color” he smirked and as you looked up at him, he winked at you.

“If you get a break tonight, you should come join our group over there. I would love to talk with you more.” Bradshaw stated. You started to respond.

“I don’t know if I’ll have any time but -”Penny cut you off “She actually is about to go on break in five minutes, she’ll be right over.”

You stared at her with wide eyes and glanced over at Bradley. He smiled at you and told you he’ll be waiting for you. He walked away to his friends and you smacked Penny’s arm.

“What was that?! I can’t just go and talk to him.” You were quietly yelling at her.

She poured you a shot and then another one and looked at you expectantly.

“Take these, loosen up, and go talk to that handsome man over there. Go home with him, enjoy life, he’s clearly interested.” You just looked at her like she’d lost her mind. You took the shots and as you did, she started fixing up your hair. She gently pushed you in the direction of Rooster and as you started walking, she smacked your butt - yeah she lost her mind. You looked back at her and she just gave you a thumbs up.

You slowly made your way over to him. He sat at one of the booths next to the pool table. The others in his group were all playing pool.

“y/n! Come sit here darlin’“ Rooster gestured next to himself. You sat next to him and started feeling the alcohol a little bit. Which was good because you needed it. 

A tall blonde man made his way over to us and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips and kissing the back of your hand. 

“Rooster, why are you keeping this pretty little thing all to yourself,” he looked at you, “Hi, I’m Jake AKA Hangman”

You smiled and said hi back and Rooster put a protective arm around your waist. 

“Go back to your game Hangman. We’re in the middle of a conversation.” Rooster’s voice got really low and Hangman raised his hands in defeat and walked away.

“Sorry about him, he can get really annoying sometimes. So, Penny has told me a lot about you” 

You couldn’t believe her! She really loved to scheme. 

You laughed and said, “I’m sure she did, what exactly did she say?” you asked curiously.

“In her defense, I asked about you. Your smile lit up this room and I couldn’t get it out of my head so I just asked her if I had permission to talk to you. And she immediately said yes”, he laughed, “and told me how funny and smart and beautiful you are. But I didn’t need her to tell me you’re beautiful. I could see that on my own” He leaned in closer as he spoke “and darlin’ let me tell you that you are very beautiful.”

You thought you were gonna melt on the spot, this man was so smooth. Before you could respond he continued.

“She also told me that you’re shy and could use someone like me to show you how to have a good time.” He brushed some hair out of your face.

You were glad you took those shots because if you were sober right now, you would probably run away.

“How exactly would you show me how to have a good time?” You questioned.

His smile grew into a smirk and he leaned in to whisper, “I could take you around and show you the beaches, take you to some stores maybe, or I could take you back to my place”

You gulped and looked at him. It’s now or never you thought.

“I like that third option a lot” You spoke as confidently as you could.

“Thats actually my favorite option” He joked with you. You both laughed and you suddenly felt at ease. Talking with him had gotten so easy all of the sudden. 

“You know, it’s actually getting pretty hot in here, do you wanna go walk the beach and then maybe head back to my place for a drink?” He spoke

“I would love that” You both got up and headed out to the beach. 

You talked for a bit on the beach, mostly him flirting and you trying not to combust on the spot. He turned to you and put his hand on your cheek.

“I was being serious earlier, you are so gorgeous darlin’ and that smile is like sunshine shining down on me” You looked down at his lips as you both inched closer to each other. Your lips gently met and he kept his hand on your cheek and put the other on your waist. You rested yours on his chest and melted into the kiss. You both pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other.

“I know you’re not an aviator but I have the perfect call sign for you” He said

“Oh yeah, what’s that” You smiled up at him.

“Sunshine”

“I love it” you whispered

You both kept smiling at each other like teenagers in love.

“Now c’mon Sunshine, I gotta take you home and show you how to have a good time” 

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Six Months Later

Prompt: Y/N and Bradley have been broken up for six months and haven't seen each other. When they finally see each other again, Y/N remembers one of her favorite nights with him.

Warning: Sex

Word Count: 1268

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It had been six months since Y/N and Bradley had broken up. The hardest six months of Y/N’s life. As time went on Y/N told herself that it would get easier but that hadn’t happened yet. Bradley crossed her mind all the time. She had always thought that Bradley was ‘the one.’ In fact, she still believed that he was ‘the one.’

It had helped that Y/N hadn’t seen him since they had broken up but now that all of the top pilots of Top Gun had been called back for a mystery mission, she was preparing herself for seeing him. She had no idea what this mission entailed but she knew that she would probably be working closely with him.

Y/N arrived at the infamous Hard Deck bar. For a Tuesday night it was already packed with locals and pilots from Top Gun. Penny, the owner, spotted Y/N and gave her a wave. Y/N smiled back and continued towards the back of the bar. Everyone from Top Gun was playing pool and Y/N recognized her close friend, Phoenix, playing against Fanboy. The game finished just as Y/N joined them and Phoenix pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Phoenix cried, excitedly.

“Me too,” Y/N said, laughing.

Her eyes nervously scanned the room, looking for Bradley. Although she wasn’t sure who had been invited back, she had a suspicion that he was going to be one of them. He was one of the best pilots that she had ever flown with. It was then that she saw him. He was wearing one of his obnoxious Hawaiian shirts, blue jeans, and his classic Aviator sunglasses. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head as he walked over and greeted Coyote. Once he greeted Coyote he strolled around and introduced himself to the others. After a minute it was obvious that he wasn’t going to acknowledge Y/N. Phoenix gave her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before walking over to the bar, promising to bring a drink back for Y/N.

Y/N sank down into a chair, her eyes watching Bradley. He hadn’t changed at all. She also couldn’t help but notice that all of her old feelings came flooding back the moment she had spotted him. Her favorite memory of them together, rushed to her mind. It took place on the beach just outside of the Hard Deck.

The beach was empty, everyone was back at The Hard Deck, relaxing after a long week. Bradley had grabbed Y/N’s hand and guided her down the beach, wanting some time alone.

Together they watched the sunset, her back pressed against his stomach. His hands gently rested on her stomach, drawing lazy circles on her hips. Just from the simple touch, Y/N’s core gently throbbed. It had been almost a week since they had been intimate and his touch was driving her crazy.

It was clearly driving Bradley crazy as well. She could feel his length harden against her back side. When the sun set and the beach was dark, Bradley gently turned her around, facing him.

“I love you Y/N,” Bradley said, placing his lips against hers. His hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slid his hands to the back of her thighs. He picked her up and moved them underneath the pier, out of sight of prying eyes. He came to a stop towards the back and gently placed her down. She watched as he sat down on the sand, grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she dug her toes in the sand.

His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her against him and she moved her hips against his. His erection pressed against her core with each move. Bradley’s fingers dipped underneath Y/N’s sundress, brushing against her underwear. The material was already wet as Bradley pushed the material aside and ran his fingers along her core, rubbing against her sensitive spot.

Y/N let out a soft moan from his touch and placed her hand on his arm. Bradley gave her a questioning look as she pulled his hand away from her.

“Just fuck me already,” she whispered into his ear.

Bradley’s brown eyes grew wide from her straight forwardness. She reached down and unzipped his jeans and slightly pulled down his black boxer briefs, freeing his erection. Her hand wrapped his length and he reached under her dress and pushed aside her underwear. He let out a moan as she ran his length along her wet folds.

“Jesus Y/N,” Bradley breathed before placing his hand on top of hers.

Y/N stood up slightly and lowered herself onto him, allowing his length to fill her up. Bradley’s hands gripped her waist, guiding Y/N, back and forth. This was new to them as Bradley was normally in control however Y/N was enjoying it and clearly Bradley was as well. His eyes were closed as Y/N continued to move her hips against his. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself against him.

“Faster,” Bradley groaned as Y/N quickened the pace.

The knot in her stomach was quickly growing with each movement. She was trying her best to keep from coming undone but as the pace quickened the harder it was to hold. Moaning louder than she meant to, Y/N’s walls clenched around Bradley’s length as he released into her.

Y/N waited a moment before moving off of Bradley and sat down next to him. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and she leaned into him.

“I love you Bradley,” she whispered and he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“Y/N?!” Phoenix called, waving her hands frantically in front Y/N. “Earth to Y/N?!”

Y/N blinked and looked around. She had forgotten where she was for a moment. Everyone was in the same spot, except for Bradley. He was making his way over to Y/N, his signature Corona in his hand. He nodded at Phoenix before she walked away, giving Y/N one last look.

“Hi,” Bradley said looking at Y/N.

“Hey,” Y/N whispered.

“How have you been?” Bradley asked, taking a seat next to her.

“I’ve been…fine. How about you?”

“I’ve been ok.”

Y/N looked up at him, surprised by his answer. “Just ok?”

Bradley nodded, his finger picking at the label of his beer. “Yea…”

It was silent for a moment before Bradley took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N…fuck,” he began, running his fingers through his hair. “I fucking miss you. I’ve thought about you every day and I told myself that I would eventually get over it but I haven’t. I just want to fucking be with you.”

Y/N was shocked by his revelation. This was what she had been hoping for but now that the moment was here, she was nervous and she had no idea why.

“I don’t want to get hurt again…” she said quietly.

Bradley reached across the table and placed his hand on hers. “I promise I will never do anything to hurt you again. I never want to lose you.”

Y/N laced her fingers with his and stood up. She walked around the table and sat down on his lap. Bradley’s free hand rested on her bare thigh.

“Promise?” Y/N asked.

“Promise.”

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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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I want need a Simon Riley fic based off of the scene from “Top Gun: Maverick” where Rooster was singing “Great Balls of Fire” in the bar 😛

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