#rooser x reader

[specialbrewbutterbeer]

Could you write something about Rooster and reader where she works at Penny’s and he gets jealous cause of Hangman or another aviator flirting with her(or maybe just another guy?) Idk I trust you;)

Mine (Bradley'Rooster'Bradshaw X Reader)

Word Count: 2742

TW: alcohol, jealousy, sorta suggestive

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(Y/n) had worked at the Hard Deck since way before Penny Benjamin had taken it over. She'd worked there since she was seventeen- she was very used to getting hit on by pilots.

She had been out with a few initially- which her parents didn't like, because almost all of these young men were much closer to twenty five than her own age- not they necessarily knew that. She let them assume whatever they wanted about her age. But nothing ever came of these relationships. She found them all arrogant, self centered and out of touch.

She liked them- Hell, they were all pretty to look at, and a conversation or two was fine, but anything else was just off the table.

Well- that was until Bradshaw.

The deciding factor was that she didn't meet him in the bar.

She met him in the parking lot- which doesn't sound that big of a change but made all the difference.

She'd been bringing in some crates of new glasses she'd been to collect from the wholesalers, there were five of them in the trunk of her car and they were heavy- but manageable.

"Hey-" She heard someone call out. She looked up and saw a guy about her age, with a neat moustache, jogging toward her across the lot, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and with his sunglasses slipping down his nose a little. He waved and called out again.

"Hey- Can I help you with that?" He asked, slowing to a stroll as he got close enough not to shout and pushing up his glasses.

"Hi- Uh-" She thought for a second. "Yeah- please do." She smiled and motioned to the trunk. "Grab a crate and follow me." He nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am." He gave a warm smile which honestly made her twitch.

She heard the clinking of the glasses as he picked one of the crates, with a fair amount of ease.

"I've seen you before?" She questioned as she turned and pressed her back against the side door. "You're a pilot?"

"Yeah- only been here a couple weeks though." He nodded.

"Oh- sure." She shuffled an old broken brick, which they used as a doorstop, over to the door with her foot, to prop it open. "You're one of the Top Gun students then?"

"Yeah-" He gave a nod again.

"Right." She turned again and lead him inside and to the bar. "Just put em' down here." She motioned and put down her own box.

"Right." He spoke and didn't falter to do as instructed.

"You good for another one?" She asked and he just smiled and nodded.

"You worked here long then?" It was his turn to ask questions.

"Oh yeah- since I was a teenager." She smiled as they made their way back to the car.

"And you like it?" He asked.

"Oh yeah- We get all you millitary types in, but that's alright, I've learnt how to deal with you." She teased. She didn't usually talk like that but she thought he was good-looking and at least quite polite.

"Oh- You get some of the rough ones in then, huh?" He laughed.

"Loads of em'." She nodded and picked up another crate. "You don't seem so bad though?" She asked.

"Thank you- I think. But no- my mother raised me to be better than that I hope." He raised an eyebrow.

She laughed and nodded, walking away with her crate.

Quite quickly the pilot picked up a second crate and came after her.

"My name's- Bradley, by the way- or Rooster." She spoke as he caught up.

"Nice to meet you- Rooster." She smiled over her shoulder at him. "I'm (y/n), no official alternative." She joked.

"I like that name-" He nodded.

"I'm glad, because I'm stuck with it." She laughed.

"Well it suits you." He smirked as they reached the bar once more. "Do you want me to get that last one?" He asked as they both set down their glasses.

"Oh- um, yeah- If you wouldn't mind." She nodded and fumbled around her pockets looking for her keys. "Here, if could close the trunk and lock it too- It'd be much appreciated." She smiled and held out her keys to him.

"My pleasure Ma'am." He nodded and turned on his heel.

"Thank you." She mumbled and made a mental note to say it properly when he got back.

Wow- She definitely had a rule against pilots, especially ones who drank here- but she liked him.

She shook it off and started unloading the glasses and putting them away, and serving the few people who were in there- since it was the early evening and they'd been open about an hour, but between her and her co-worker, who was busy washing glasses at the other end of the bar, they got through serving very quickly at this time of night.

Rooster appeared again with the last crate, which he put down with the others and put down her keys on the bar for her.

"There you go- locked and loaded." He grinned at his own joke whilst (y/n) just rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Thank you- I presume you were here for a drink?" She asked and he nodded, sitting down at the bar in front of her. "Good- I can give you one on the house for your help then." She gave a small, twitchy smile and started pouring him a beer.

"Thanks-" he spoke, taking a long sip from the glass as she handed the drink to him.

"So- you waiting for someone?" She asked, suddenly feeling she should just take the chance, it wouldn't hurt after all.

Rooster shook his head.

"Only my classmates- but they're running late so I got down here early." He explained. "Good thing I did, eh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah-" She spoke a little meekly.

And that was it. That was the start off a casual, on-off relationship that lasted the entire way through his time at Top Gun.

Until the last night.

The final day after graduation, all the graduates decided it would be a good idea to go- in their full uniforms and with high spirits, back to their usual hangout one last time.

There had been a sadness between (y/n) and Bradley for the past while- knowing he'd be leaving soon, but they looked past it.

Tonight he was a weird mix of ecstatic and strangely morbid- now having surpassed his father's achievements. He didn't have any family there to celebrate with- and that was a little off putting- but he was happy all the same.

They all walked in- and there she was- as per tradition, as she always was, behind the bar.

She heard the noise of the rabble as they came through the doors and looked up from pouring.

The lot of them- glossily suntanned, grinning and brushed up in their full dress uniform. It was quite a sight. Rooster looked particularly good.

"Congratulations-" She grinned, handing over the beer she had been pouring to it's recipient, who quickly slunk away as the bar was soon surrounded by airmen.

"Since It's your graduation- I'm allowed to give you all one drink each- on the house. The rest you'll have to pay for." She grinned and a cheer went up.

She started tapping open bottles and pouring for each of them, and then paused as Rooster made his way to the front of the crowded bar.

"Hey sunshine-" He spoke- his nickname for her spilling out happily. She liked his nicknames.

"Hiya- how you feeling?" She asked with more of a grin than a smirk on her face. This uniform suited him well, almost better than his usual Hawaiian shirts and aviators.

"Ah- good, you know- just looking ahead." He smiled, and looked like he was gonna say more, but didn't.

"That's good- Congratulations, stud." She teased a little, but meant the sentiment.

He laughed and shook his head and she passed him his usual drink.

"Thank you." He smiled.

(Y/n) moved down the bar, getting to serving the rest of the graduates.

"Hiya, Sweets-" She heard, and looked up to find Hangman leant on the bar and staring at her with a cocky smirk on his face. She had spoken to him many times, he'd hit on her a little but she'd shut it down like she did with (almost) everyone else. She actually thought he could be quite alright despite his arrogance, and got on okay with him. She was used to pilots like that.

"Hi." She smiled politely. "I'm only putting up with that because it's a big day for you all-" She laughed.

"What?" He cocked an eyebrow as she poured for him. "But you are so sweet lookin'- I just can't help myself."

"Thanks-" She shook her head and laughed, in a good mood and willing to put up with it, though making no attempt to knowingly encourage it.

"No- I mean it." He smirked.

"And I believe you." She nodded and handed him his drink.

Rooster looked down the bar and spotted them talking- that stupid look on Hangman's face. He rolled his eyes and then caught a few words of what passed between them.

"Since it's a 'big day'-" Hangman repeated the phrase she had used. "Can't I buy you a drink, Sweets- a goodbye present?" He asked, holding out a couple notes folded, between his pointer and note fingers.

She hesitated and raised an eyebrow at him.

Bradley found himself, not angry, but highly uncomfortable and certainly jealous of his classmate. I mean, they weren't a couple, not officially, but people knew that they were involved. Hangman especially knew, he made fun of Bradley all the time for it. Still- he didn't feel he had the right to intervene. He just watched as she finally took the money and put it in her pocket.

She paused for a second and laughed. Hangman hadn't left the bar, so she beckoned him closer.

"Since you've been so persistent- and since you're leaving- and even been nice enough to buy me a drink..." She laughed, not even thinking about it. "I guess you can have one thing-"

"Oh yeah?" Hangman asked, curious.

"Yeah- come here." She couldn't help but giggle and Hangman leant forward. She pecked his cheek and ruffled his hair up. It was more playful than anything else.

He just laughed. He knew she was just taking the piss out of him- he could take that. He got the message.

"Alright- thanks." He rolled his eyes.

"Fly safe." She laughed at him and nodded, punching his arm lightly.

"Yeah-" He smiled at her and was pulled away by some of the other graduates.

She looked up and down the bar, still with a smile on her lips and shaking her head at the pilot's antics.

She spotted Bradley staring, and immediately realised that he'd seen her indulging Hangman's flirtation.

She initially didn't think anything of it. They'd not really talked about what they'd do when he left- she assumed he didn't care so much.

But he looked dejected by it, when he saw her notice him, he looked away quickly, trying to hide it. There was a sort of disgruntled surprise about him.

The smile fell from (y/n)'s face. She breathed deeply and put one back on as she finished serving.

About ten minutes later, she was mainly done with the pilots and other regulars- there weren't many needing served, and her co-worker was managing it. She decided to go and grab something from the storeroom out back. She crossed the room and pushed through a door. She flipped the light on and went to a shelf, looking through for what she wanted and tidying a little.

It was only a minute she could have been in there before she heard the squeak of the door.

She turned, her co-worker wouldn't leave the bar unattended- they weren't irresponsible.

She looked up to find Bradley.

"Hey?" She asked, confused.

He said nothing, just moved to her and put a hand on her waist, the other to the small of her back- his fingertips pressed forcefully into her skin.

She flushed as he looked down at her.

"Rooster-" She stuttered and spoke under her breath- a little taken aback by the usually polite and courteous pilot's behaviour, but not put off.

"Don't flirt with that ass-" He spoke, his voice deep and words slow, a little desperate, almost moaning, and then pressed his lips hungrily to her neck and collarbone.

She flushed pink and squirmed- not because she was uncomfortable- quite the opposite.

"I wasn't flirting-" She whined, making sure he knew she didn't want him to stop by grabbing ahold on that pretty uniform of his and pulling him closer.

"Looked like you were-" He spoke into her, a low sort of growling tone to it. She shook her head.

"Mmm- No..." She almost whimpered, which he could feel through her, as he kissed her and held her tighter, lifting her shirt slightly and his fingertips tracing under the edge of the waistline of her jeans. She slid her hands up to his cheeks and guided his kisses up her neck, until she could kiss his jaw sloppily.

"You sure about that?" He spoke slowly as her hands settled on the nape of his neck and shoulder, then graduated to kissing her lips. He could taste her vanilla lip balm and the drink she had picked up with the money.

Cherry coke.

She nodded and smiled as she kissed him back, dug her nails into his shoulder and pushed her body against his.

"You-" He spoke, pulling away just breifing before kissing her again. "You're mine." His voice was still desperate, but now equally commanding, knowing, deep and growling. It was a statement, not a question.

After another few seconds, he pulled away. He looked at her right in the eyes- observed her chest heave up and down as she got her breath back, the pinkness spread over face and body, the look on her face that begged for more, he felt her tight grip on him- and smirked.

He pulled away without another word and left her flustered and turned on in the store room.

Jealousy really was a beast.

She turned and grabbed what she had needed, or what she thought she needed, she didn't really remember at that moment, and ran a hand through her hair before returning to behind the bar.

She was stunned, didn't speak a word for a moment.

She heard the music stop abruptly, the jukebox unplugged.

"One last time? For old times' sake?" She heard him ask cheerily to his classmates. There was a cheer. He sounded so calm, so normal and cheery- like he hadn't just done what he had.

Quickly she heard the opening lines of the song she knew so well now.

She quickly left the bar behind her, and was wading through the crowd.

He wasn't getting away with it.

He wanted her to be his? Well he could certainly have that. He wanted other people not to hit on her- well then they better know about it.

She slowly got through the crowd, and just at the right moment- just as he finished the piano bit and reached the penultimate verse.

'Kiss me baby!' He sang, and turned his head for a second to the crowd who surrounded him. He saw her and smiled.

He leant down and kissed him, cupping his cheek in her hand. One of his hands left the piano and sat breifly on her waist, before pulling her in and onto his lap and returning to the keys.

'ooh- that feels good baby!' She sang with the crowd as she pulled away from the kiss. Impressively he'd not stopped playing, but was sat with a smirk on his face and just couldn't sing.

'Hold me baby!' She put her arms around his neck and grinned, looking at him as he looked right back up at her. 'I wanna love you like a lover should! You're so fine! So kind! I wanna tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine!" She laughed and sang, throwing her head back as the crowd cheered.

They sang the last verse together, and finally at the end- as a cheer went up, she pulled him in for one, proper, soft kiss. A real lover's kiss.

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[kolsmikaelson]

rooster’s the type of guy to always have his hands on you twenty-four seven. not in a weird way, just in the way that he holds such an immense amount of love for you and he wants to always show it. the two of you often walk into the hard deck with his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket. or when you’re watching him and hangman play pool he’ll make sure you’re right there next to him. “gotta have my good luck charm.” he’d wink at you over his sunglasses. at the end of the night he has you in bed tucked into his side, arm thrown over your torso with soft snores leaving his mouth.

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[valhallaas]

I’ve Got Sunshine

Pairing: bradley rooster bradshaw x sunshine!reader x jake hangman seresin

word count: 3.6k

summary: when both Hangman and Rooster want nothing but your happiness…who are they to tell you no?

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) oral, p in v, threesome, cream pie

a/n: i think she did it. part three?! literally!!! i can’t tell y’all how proud of myself I am for writing this. this is the first time i've written anything like this. it’s insane, way out of my comfort zone. i hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as i have! feedback is always appreciated!

Part one

Part two

The pouts are gone. Along with the desperate doe eyes that follow Jake Seresin’s every move. Sitting at the radio listening to Bradley and Jake banter back and forth makes you want to bang your head against a brick wall. Your irritation with the blond aviator is tenfold. You thought after that night at the Hard Deck, Jake would finally stop walking on eggshells around you.

Nope.

Motherfucker is flat out ignoring you. Won’t talk to you at all. He has Javy passing along messages he might have. It’s driving you insane. What’s worse, he’s all buddy buddy with Bradley. Like they hadn’t had a standoff with you trying to mediate.

Bob clears his throat from where he’s standing next to you. Your glare moves from the radio to him, causing his eyes to widen and heat to flame his cheeks. Sighing, you rub at your temples. It isn’t his fault and you know better than to take it out on him. Honestly, you have half a mind to tackle Bagman when he lands.

“You coming out to Mav’s tonight?”

You glance at Bob again. “Think so. Someone’s got to drive Bradshaw home, and we all know I’m not going to make Nat do it.”

Bob grimaced, thinking back to the last time Nat had driven Bradley home. You were still out with the daggers, and received a frantic phone call. She’d almost crashed into a tree when he projectile vomited all over her dash. Natasha isn’t afraid of a lot of things, but she’s terrified of drunk Bradley.

You smile at him, thankful. “Are you planning on bringing that girl you’ve been seeing?”

“Oh, I don’t think she’s ready for that.”

“We’ve got to meet her sometime. At least me and Nix do.” His blush is back full force, running up his neck from his chest to the tips of his ears. You grin cheekily, nudging him with your shoulder. “There’s no rush, Bobby. If you're happy, we’re happy.”

He’s bashful, smiling shyly before his face morphs to one with serious intent. “Are you happy?”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You bite your cheek. Are you happy? Honestly, no. You thought you had fixed the Hangman sized hole missing in you, but all that did was make it worse. Things are going well Bradley, after knowing him so long, it’s easy, nice. Comfortable. But there’s the need for more, and you don’t know what more is.

The conversation is cut short when Jake and Bradley walk in, fire blazing behind Jake’s eyes and a satisfied smirk on Bradley’s mouth. Quirking an eyebrow you meet Rooster’s gaze, the only one that would look at you.

“Who won?”

His smirk grew. “I did.”

“You fucking cheated, Bradshaw.”

“It’s not my fault you fell for the bait.”

It’s the first time he’s looked at you in over a month. Your mouth flattens, eyes narrowing as they dart between the two. Clearly, you were the bait. God, could you continue living like this? You got Bradley and at what cost? The expense of your best friend, who you miss so fucking much. Your eyes sting. Quickly you cut your gaze to Bob who’s watching you with worry. Pushing away from the table, the static buzzing from the radio filling the air along with new found tension.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got somewhere to be.”

Like hiding in a storage closet, crying in peace.

“Sunny,”

“Fuck you, Rooster.” Eyes darting to Jake quickly before cutting to the brunet. “You don’t call me that. Ever.”

You turn and head out of the hanger. You can hear them bickering behind you, calling each other idiots. Neither of them are wrong. You slide down to your ass in the hallway, head braced in your hands, elbows on knees. Maybe you should make Bradley drive you home tonight.

“She hasn’t really been living up to her callsign lately, has she?” Jake murmurs.

“I wonder why.” Rooster snaps, your eyes rolling at his tone.

“You two are really that stupid. You share one brain cell and it’s Sunshine.” It gets quiet at Bob’s statement. “She loves the both of you, and you still can’t figure it out. Personally, I think she’s better off without either of you.”

Your heart warms at his words. You really don’t know what you’ve done to deserve Bob, but you’re so grateful. You glance up when he’s suddenly by your side, offering a hand. Yeah, you really don’t know what you did to deserve him.

Turns out, Bob and Natasha are your dates for the night. They keep you distracted. Natasha hogs the radio at Maverick’s, playing all your favorite songs. Bob has supplied you with exactly two screwdrivers — the easiest way to get you drunk. It’s a little embarrassing. You’re in the middle of the room, being twirled around by Maverick. He was quick to pick up on the mood when you and Bradley came separately. The skirt of your dress fans out, exposing the top of your thighs. You might have gotten dressed with the idea of revenge in mind. The dress is short enough to get Jake hot and bothered, and the color is Rooster’s favorite.

You blow a kiss to Maverick when the song ends, a giggle falling past your lips when he catches and holds it to his heart, giving you a knowing wink. Bare feet carry you over to Bob. He's quick to catch you when you stumble, heat blooming on your cheeks. You wanted to have fun, but you don't want to be messy.

“You good, Sunshine?”

You beam at Bob, your megawatt smile blinding. “I’m very good, Bobby. Thank you.”

One of his eyebrow raises, hand tightening around where it holds your wrist. He looks up at you before his gaze slides past you, to whatever commotion is going on with the rest of the party.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just don’t think they like me holding you like this.”

You frown, turning to see both Bradley and Jake staring at you and Bob. Is this your life now? Every man around you is jealous of the other? Moving to stand on your own, your hand reaches out for Bob’s arm, making sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You wait for the world to stop spinning, a bright smile taking up your face when you look down at him.

“All good,” you say to his questioning gaze.

“Are you?”

You glance back at the two men still staring. “Yeah,” you sigh, “I’ll be just fine.”

Snagging your purse and shoes, you make your way out the door. You’re not stupid enough to think you can walk home — you’re literally in the middle of the desert. You’ll get eaten by coyotes, or abducted by aliens before you reach your front door. But it is enough to draw them outside. Because like they had said earlier, they’re a couple of idiots.

“Hey! Whoa, whoa, Sunny.”

“Sunshine, come on!”

“What?” You snap, turning on them, causing them to stumble back in their steps. “What do you want from me?”

It’s almost silly how it happens. It begins before you even realize it. Or perhaps, it’s been like this for months, and it’s been leading up to this.

The only light is coming from the bathroom, which you had forgotten to turn off when you left in a hurry. You left them bickering like old women at your door. Shoes tossed into your closet, purse sat on your vanity. You fling yourself across your bed, eyes closing in contentment. They aren’t loud as they make their way up the stairs, but you know the sound of their footfalls. They’re coming for you. It only makes you toss an arm over your eyes, an attempt to hide yourself from them.

“We should leave her. She’s asleep.”

You have to fight back a grin at Jake’s scoff. “No she isn’t. She’s being a brat.”

A slap to the inside of your thigh makes you yelp. Eyes flying open to glare at the blond. “Ouch, that hurt.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Told ya.”

“Why are you still here?”

“Do you not want us here?” Bradley asks.

“No,” you answer, pushing up onto your elbows. “Not really.”

It isn’t the answer they’re looking for. Jake raises an eyebrow before reaching for your ankle, yanking you towards the end of the bed. The skirt of your dress rides up, exposing your thighs, and a peek at your lace underwear. Heat should be blooming across your cheeks, you should feel exposed with two sets of eyes on you. But you don’t. It’s almost natural. Because you trust them, and you know they respect you. You’re still a little too pissed off to admit that maybe you’re in love with the both of them. A little too blind to realize that the both of them are in love with you.

They continue to bicker back and forth, teasing and taunting each other while you attempt to drown them out. Bradley’s voice scrapes the floor, it’s so damn deep and rich as whiskey.

Do they know how they sound?

Like they’re licking between your legs, tugging your panties down with their teeth, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. It’s distracting. Your thighs clench together, you try to be discreet, but you forget that Jake still has a hold of you. He glances down when your ankle tugs, light eyes darkening as they travel up your bare legs.

“Sunny girl,” Jake murmurs. The nickname rolls off his tongue and it melts you, your body instantly relaxing.

“What?” You hate how breathless you sound.

It’s instinct. Bradley helps you remove your clothes. He softly smiles at you when you lift your hips to peel down your panties. You don’t miss how Jake takes them from him and tucks them into his back pocket.

“C’mon flower, up.”

You follow his command, lifting yourself up onto your knees. Jake’s gaze is burning into you when the dress is pulled down, exposing your bare breasts to open air.

“Look at me Sunshine.” Your eyes lock with Jake’s with no hesitation. “We’re going to ruin you. Me and Rooster. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Fire blazes in your eyes. “Yes Lieutenant Seresin.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Jake watches it happen, watches as both of you melt into each other. The overwatch, the overseer: he stares at you, eyes lingering on the hands that roam your flesh, hiking your clothes up until you’re exposed, and raw.

It’s only when you glance at him, hand curling around the bulbous head of Bradley, does he respond.

“Lick her pussy, Bradshaw. Get her nice and wet.”

He utters low commands in the dimly lit room that are instantly obeyed. Stick your tongue out, sweetheart, let him slide his cock across it. Get a good taste of it. Suck her clit until she cries. She likes it. Harder, Bradshaw, you know Sunny can take it.

You don’t think he’s going to join in until Bradley’s made you come three times, all at the direction of Jake. Tears stream down your face, because there is a want vibrating throughout your body, sending shockwaves to your core. Your pussy clenches around nothing. But then, he pulls himself from his pants, hard and leaking.

It’s only then, heart in your throat, that you realize Bradley’s been foreplay.

“Take it easy on her, Hangman” Bradley hums as he traces the seam of your cunt. He pinches your clit as he rocks against your ass, and you can feel the head of his cock smear against your entrance, nudge and prod until, finally, he sinks to the hilt. You moan, the shock of his size.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Want to hear the pretty noises fall from that pretty mouth.” Jake grits between clenched teeth.

Bradley kisses your shoulder, sucking the skin until it bruises. "C'mon, flower, we know you can take it."

You should be embarrassed. Because you know that no one has pulled noises out of you like Jake Seresin has. Your boyfriend is rutting behind you, watching the whole exchange. You don't care. Not really.

Jake continues. He doesn't fuck fast, but goes for slow, agonizing strokes that deliberately push into the center of your nerves. Tiny shocks of electricity sparking every time he meets that spongey spot inside of you. He breathes heavily, grunting when you clench around him. The room is miserably hot. There's sweat beneath your arms and under your tits and you’re sandwiched between them. Worshiped. Treasured. You never thought for a second that it could be like this.

Good girl. Fuck. You're so fucking gorgeous.

“Fuck,” you gasp when Jake drives further, clamping his hand down on your waist to hold you steady. “Jake,”

He pauses, and the punishing drag of his cock halts only to pulse and throb in the clutch of your pussy. Pulsing, warm walls tightening around the thick of him. You bury your fingers into his muscular shoulders. You need the movement. You need him to keep going because he’s just getting bigger, stretching you in the most delicious way, pushing you to your limit.

“Sunny,” Jake murmurs as he palms at your cheek. You lift your gaze to his, and something tightens inside your chest. Jake’s eyes are clearer than they’ve ever been. A bright, seaglass green. The prettiest gems you’ve ever seen.

Bradley is still tasting your skin, the warmth of him swallowing you whole. You’re overwhelmed but it’s still somehow not enough. It’s like they know — they can feel it humming in your veins. Rough hands flip you, face now buried in your sheets, ass up for display. You hear Jake groan at the sight, a light smack to your ass cheek. You keen, pushing yourself closer.

It’s the gentle grasp on your chin that grounds you. Bradley’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. “Can I flower?”

You don’t know why they’re asking. You wouldn’t deny them. Don’t think you could if you tried. Bradley’s cock brushes across your tongue, eyes fluttering when you wrap your lips around him, head tipping back in pleasure. “Fuck,”

Your tongue roams over his slit, tasting all of him. His breath is ragged, heavy. There is no warning—just a strangled choke of your name—and then he’s cumming on your tongue, ropes spurting over your cheeks and chin.

You gasp, wet and broken, and completely filthy.

“That’s it—,” Jake mumbles against you, the head of cock brushing against your seam. It makes your toes curl — the perfect mix of not enough and too much, and —

Bradley strokes your hair, eyes glazed. The angle is awkward, but his mouth meshes with yours, tongue rubbing over the mess he made of you. He kisses you like he’s worshiping you. Like you’re the best thing he’d ever tasted, and he can’t get enough.

Jake’s teeth dig into your skin, leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. Little secrets that litter your skin. He’s pulled you up on your knees, hand wrapped snugly around your throat. Soft hazel eyes burn into yours as you get fucked from behind. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is wrapped around his wrist trying to hold you steady. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, full of nothing but Jake, of Bradley.

It’s burning low in your belly. A fire trying to escape, engulf you whole from the inside out. Moans are pouring out of you with every thrust. Each one more brutal than the last. Walls clenching tight around him, you can feel him grunting against the nap of your neck.

“Jake, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down and you’re ready to bask in it.

“You going to come on my cock, sweetheart?” Jake murmurs into your hair.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. Bradley cocks his head, eyes finding yours. You swallow, watching as a knowing grin takes over him. “Use your words, baby.” He says, mocking you. “Hangman asked you a question.” Tears are streaming down your face. It doesn’t hurt. You can take it—you can take all of it. You want it, want him. More, more, more.

You come on Jake’s cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Jake groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.

“Fuck, Sunshine,” he praises, wiping the sweat off the back of your neck. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

There’s only a moment between Jake finishing, and him pulling out of you. A sharp hiss slipping passed your swollen lips, a glare sent over your shoulder. They give you no time to right yourself. Strong arms lift you up, settling you on Bradley’s lap. Your hands instantly fall to his shoulders, fingers digging into his lightly tanned skin. Tilting your head back, you smile at the tickle of his mustache, lips trailing hot kisses across your skin.

You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his sensitive skin and he shivers. Lifting yourself up on your knees, you hover, waiting patiently for his direction. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“You’re too good to me,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly he pulls you down, his thick length sinking into you. He’s too big. Fuck, he’s so big. The head of his cock hits that sensitive spot, and you’ve barely just started. You breathe in nice and slow, relaxing yourself with every slow thrust he makes until he’s at the hilt. He delves down, taking a nipple between his teeth while he explores the other, tugging it gently as he rolls it between his fingers. The heat pooling between your thighs ignites as a desperate moan slips from your lips.

At this point, you’re here for the ride. But god, if it isn’t one you’re enjoying.

Hammering into you, each deep stroke better than the last. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him when you moan. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“Fuck, Sunshine. Love the feeling of you on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that bounce around the room. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Fresh tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. Bradley readjusts, moving you to where you are firmly planted on his thighs, giving him a better angle. You’re bouncing with each thrust from his cock now. He’s deep, so deep you can see the bulge of him in your tummy. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You got one more for me?”

He knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. Just like you always do. He loves when you get like this. He loves it even more because you beg for it. You move, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re puffy and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Bradley is there. He holds you into place, mustache grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it all, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. You feel the drag of his dog tags when he lifts his head to trail kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You pull him on top of you, hugging him tightly to you. A steady hand cups your face. Glancing up you meet the clear eyes of Jake. Grasping him, you pull him to you as well. You bask in the feel of him. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from them. Bradley’s eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he tells you and you just smile.

“So,” Jake says after a moment. “You still mad at us?”

“Should I be?”

“Sunny,”

“I just,” you pause, teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I want things back to normal.”

“Baby I don’t think things can be normal after this.”

Your eyes meet Jake’s. “I’m tired of being ignored.”

His eyes soften as he stares at you. “I’m tired of ignoring you.”

“All I’m hearing,” Bradley butts in, “is that I’m no longer the only one dating Sunshine.”

Your eyebrows furrow, looking between the two. What? When has that ever been an option? The room stays quiet. Your eyes droop, rising and falling with Bradley’s steady breathing. Could you do it? Date them both? The way Bradley dropped it into your lap sounds like they’ve already talked about it. Maybe they have. Now, it’s up for you to decide.

“Sweetheart, all we want is for you to be happy. If that means the both of us. Then you get the both of us.”

You look at Jake in disbelief. “You and Bradley can barely stand each other.”

“We’ll work on it. For you.”

“Only you.” Bradley adds.

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Hold My Hand: Part Three

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Pilot!Wife!Reader

Masterlist

| Part One | Part Two | Part Four |

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I've been super super busy! I do not own any of these characters! Enjoy!

Summary: With (y/n) down in enemy territory, Bradley comes to her rescue.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, major major angst, mentions of death

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

hen - your callsign

(Y/n)'s eyes slowly opened as she felt a cold sensation spread throughout her body. Taking in a deep breath, she became more aware of her surroundings and unclipped her oxygen mask, discarding it in the snow.

Looking around at the wintery landscape, she began to hear a faint noise. After a few seconds, the noise got louder and turned out to be an enemy helicopter. Knowing what was about to happen, she quickly tried to get up, but let out a cry of pain when she moved her right leg. Full of determination, she clenched her teeth and got up, hobbling towards the treeline.

The helicopter was approaching now, firing round after round towards her limping figure. Her saving grace was a large tree that had fallen. Jumping over it the best she could, she had to bite her tongue to keep from yelping in pain. She pressed herself as close to the log as she could, feeling it shake with every bullet impact.

As dirt and snow flew in the air around her, she couldn't help but think of him. Of Bradley. All the wonderful times they shared. Waking up beside him every day, the sound of his heartbeat, the cocky smirk he often sent her way, his smell, the safety she felt in his arms. Tears sprang in her eyes from the realization that she would never see him again.

Her leg was screaming out in pain, but she ignored it, wanting the last thing on her mind to be his face smiling back at her in the early morning light. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate when she heard the chopper move positions to go around the log. Holding her breath, (y/n) braced herself for the slew of ammunition that was about to end her life.

They never came.

A large explosion filled the air, making her ears ring. Her eyes shot open to see the helicopter crashing in flames to the ground. Seconds later, a single F-18 flew through the smoke. She immediately knew who it was.

"No, no, no. Bradley, no." she whispered, tears threatening to spill over.

She watched in horror as the enemy SAMs quickly fired on him, making contact with the back of his fighter in a blaze of fire. Her hands flew to her mouth as she tried to hold back sobs.

When she saw something small shoot out of the aircraft right before it crashed, she got to her feet and set off towards the parachute, dragging her injured leg behind her. Luckily for her, it wasn't too far away, but she still had to stop and take breaks every few minutes. The searing pain that started in her lower leg now spread to the whole limb, sending her to the ground with a cry.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she started to feel the full force of the injury. The white-hot pain made her mind fuzzy, but she was still able to pull herself to a nearby tree, leaning her head back against it. Inspecting her leg for the first time, she noticed the unnatural angle at which it was laying.

"Well, that's broken," she muttered with a grimace, leaning her head back against the tree with a thump.

She thought she was hallucinating when she heard it. Someone was yelling her name...Bradley was yelling her name.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n/n), where are you?!"

Her heart lifted just hearing his voice. Using the tree to rise to her feet, she yelled for him, hobbling in his direction.

"Bradley! I'm here!"

He could hear the pain in her voice and his own became more strained as he continued to call to her. "(Y/n)! I'm coming! I'm coming sweetheart."

As she was limping through the woods, her good leg got caught up on a branch, causing her to crumble to the ground on her bad leg. She screamed in pain as white dots filled her vision. The last thing she remembered was hearing her husband desperately cry out for her.

"(Y/n)!"

When (y/n)’s scream echoed through the forest, Bradley’s blood went cold. Tearing through the woods towards her, his mind was filled with images of what he may encounter when he did find her. He had tears in his eyes when he saw a heap of dark green in the distance.

"(Y/n) No, no, no. Hen!" He called, sprinting towards her unmoving figure.

Sliding down next to her, he gently flipped her over on her back. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought she was sleeping peacefully. The almost frozen tear stains mixed with dirt, grime, and blood on her face as Bradley cupped her cheeks softly, rubbing them with his thumbs in an attempt to wake her up.

She did not.

With tears in his eyes, he pulled her between his legs to lean on his chest. He said a prayer of thanks when he felt her breathing against him. His eyes raked across her body and found nothing but small scrapes and bruises until he got to her leg. Even with her flight suit on, he could tell it was badly broken.

Cursing under his breath, he tried to wake her once again. Still getting no response, he knew that the only thing he could do for a broken bone was to splint it, so he gently laid her back in the snow and gathered sticks to make one. When he was ready to splint it, he prayed that (y/n) would stay asleep and not have to feel the pain from moving her leg so much.

"I'm sorry, baby." he whispered, kissing her forehead before placing his hands on her leg. With a deep breath, he quickly moved it to its correct position. At the movement, (y/n)'s eyes shot open and she began scrambling away from Bradley with a scream.

“(Y/n)! Sweetheart, it’s me! It’s Bradley!”

A few seconds later, her thrashing stopped and she looked up at him, more tears dripping down her face. "Brad?"

"I'm here, (y/n). I'm here."

With a sob, she relaxed into his embrace as he pulled her closer to his chest. They stayed there for a few minutes, just happy to have each other. A few stray tears leaked from Bradley's eyes when he realized just how close he was to losing his everything.

(Y/n) broke the silence first. "Bradley, my leg," she started, grimacing up at him.

Looking down at the limb, he realized he had never fixed the splint. "Shoot, your leg," Bradley whispered, sliding out from behind her and kneeling next to her leg. "I need to finish splinting it, but it's gonna hurt, baby."

Nodding, she prepared herself for the pain. Bradley quickly fixed the sticks in position, using a strip of his torn flight suit to tie them all in place. Immediately, (y/n)'s face scrunched up in pain, head leaning back against the snow with a thump as whimpers left her mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he coos, rubbing her hair once he finished the splint.

Moments later, the sound of a plane engine roared overhead. Bradley quickly covered (y/n) with his body, careful of her leg. Luckily, the trees above them blocked them from the view of the enemy plane. After it went by, she looked up at him, faces mere inches away.

"We need to get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, glancing down at her lips. "I'm so glad you're alive. I thought I'd lost you. When I saw yo-"

"You didn't lose me. I'm right here." she paused. "Please just kiss me."

With a smirk, he leaned down and connected their lips in a sweet and desperate kiss that communicated everything they hadn't said. Pulling away, Bradley kissed both of her cheeks.

"I love you more than anything, Hen."

"I love you more, Rooster. Now let's go."

Bradley slowly helped her to her feet before picking her up bridal style. The couple walked towards the bombed airstrip the tomahawks had hit during the mission, knowing there should be a plane they could commandeer.

After about 30 minutes of walking, they made it to the airstrip. He put her down gently, putting his arm around her waist to support her.

"We need to look like we belong, so I'll try and walk as normally as I can."

He pulled her closer to his side. "That's why I'm here. You ready?"

With a nod, the pair made their way across the airfield to an unoccupied F-14. With every step, (y/n)'s leg screamed out in pain. Sensing this, Rooster tried to take as much of her weight as he could. By the time they made it to the plane, (y/n) had tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Quickly getting the jet ready for takeoff, Bradley helped (y/n) up the ladder and into the RIO seat. He could see the pain in her face, and it broke his heart. Smiling softly at her, he leaned down at kissed her cheek before gently placing her helmet on her head.

"We're almost home. Then we can get you help, sweetheart."

"I know."

Even with the shaky takeoff, (y/n) had a feeling they were going to make it. The sense of dread that had filled her system before the mission was now replaced with hope. This hope was shaken when she spotted the enemy planed approaching them.

"Roost, tally two, five-o-clock low," she announced, heart racing. "What do we do?"

He glanced back to look at them. "Okay, listen. Just be cool. If they knew who we were, we'd be dead already."

The planes rose to their altitude. "Well, here they are, babe."

Rooster and the enemy pilot shared a weird interaction before the second plane moved behind them.

"Crap. His wingman is moving into weapons envelope." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Hen, listen to me. When I tell you, you grab those rings above your head." (Y/n) looked above her at the yellow and black rings. "Those are the ejection handles."

"Roost, can we outrun these guys?" she asked with a shaky voice.

He replied with a sad tone. "Not their missiles and guns."

"Then it's a dogfight."

It felt as if the air was sucked from the plane at her statement. They finally thought they were home free, but now they were up against two enemy planes in a much older F-14.

"An F-14 against two 5th Gen fighters?" He whispered to hisself.

(Y/n) remembered what Mav had told them. "It's not the plane, it's the pilot." She paused. "You'd go after them if I wasn't here."

"But you are here. And you're hurt. You're my priori-"

"Come on, Brad. Don't think, just do."

With a hard bank right, Rooster unexpectantly gets behind the first bandit and fires on it, taking it down. (Y/n) has to suppress a groan at the sudden movement, but she quickly reels herself back in, knowing that Bradley couldn't take down the other fighter without her. Within seconds, the other fighter is on them, and the dogfight begins.

Now over the ocean, flying towards the carrier, Rooster curses as he is unable to shake the enemy bandit. Their F-14 had taken a beating and was now a sitting duck. As an onslaught of bullets was shot into the back of the plane, warning lights popped up on (y/n)'s console.

"We can't take much more of this!" She shouted, looking behind them.

Rooster's voice was strained. "We can't outrun this guy. We've got to eject. We need altitude!"

"No!"

"Pull the ejection handles the second I tell you." He ordered.

She wouldn't let this happen. "Brad, wai-"

"(Y/n/n), there's no other way. I love you."

He pulled up roughly, increasing their altitude drastically, feeling the G-force push down on them harshly. (Y/n) felt tears brim her waterline.

His emotion-filled voice broke through their comms. "Eject, baby, eject!"

"I love you," she whispered before pulling the rings.

Nothing happened.

"Hen! Pull the handle! Eject!" He cried.

(Y/n) continued yanking on the handle. "It's not working!"

Rooster cursed under his breath. "No, no, no. Keep trying!"

As their fighter continued to gain altitude, the air began to thin. The pair began to gasp for breath, and (y/n) called out for him in a broken voice, panting.

"Bradley!"

Looking behind her, she could see the enemy jet gaining on them, trying to get a missile lock. Her heart was pounding in her chest as tears leaked from her eyes when she realized that there was a good chance they wouldn't make it home. In the pilot's seat, Bradley was feeling the same way.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, (y/n) Bradshaw. I just wish we had more time."

(Y/n)'s heart shattered at her husband's tearful confession. "Me too, Bradley. You've given me the best three years. I love you."

Closing her eyes, (y/n) braced herself for the worst, again wanting her last thought to be of Bradley. She heard the missile launch and then one larger explosion. Quickly looking behind her, she saw Hangman fly up through the smoke of the falling enemy fighter.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking."

(Y/n) let out a shuddering breath as Rooster laughed before whooping with excitement as Hangman continued his ego-filled speech.

"Let's go home, baby," Bradley whispered with a smile.

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Part Four

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Could you write rooster x reader were they are on the mission and something happens to the reader and his reaction is very angsty and sad but he can’t go back for her. Then the ending is cute and fluffy and implied smut. Tag me if you write this!

Careful (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw X Reader)

Word Count: 4027

TW: Mentions injury, hospitals and crashing of an aircraft

AN: I hope you enjoy this! I loved writing it, and I'm working through the requests I've got- so please feel free to send more I'm loving them! Replies/feedback and requests are always welcome and needed!

REQUESTS (OPEN)

MASTERLIST

She had two great loves in her life. Two things she would give up everything for- for no reason other than she loved them so dearly, so deeply and so closely.

The first, was flying. She had no prior attachment or sentiment for it; she came from a family of plumbers, accountants and dustmen. She had always loved it- going on vacation as a kid, the thrill of taxiing to the runway, and the way her stomach would drop as they picked up speed. She just, became a nerd about planes. She wanted to know how they worked, and constantly asked about it, about how birds flew and why she couldn't; until someone bought her a book about it. She read it from cover to cover at least fifty times. So she bought more- was given more. Then VHS tapes of documentaries from the library. She couldn't get enough of it. She even made friends with the plane spotters at her local airfield, begged her mother to let her go to airshows and became obsessed with the idea of becoming a pilot. It helped that she was quite mechanically minded too- she weasled her way into getting people to show her the guts of their planes, explaining all their modifications and specs to her. No one was surprised when she got into the academy, and after that, it was almost inevitable, that someone so furiously passionate and hardworking, would graduate to Top Gun.

This is where she first clapped eyes on the second of her great loves.

It was so cliché. She saw him across the bar, she didn't even realise he was a pilot- she just knew he was pretty damn good looking. It was only when she was pulled aside by a friend and fellow pilot to meet one of the Top Gun students that they already knew- she turned, beer bottle in hand, and came face to face- well, face to well toned chest, with the dude she'd seen across the bar. Wow- he was tall close up.

"Hey-" He looked down at her and spoke. The bar was so packed, they were inches apart. "I'm Rooster." He spoke, a content smile on his face.

It was then that all ideas of 'he's hot' went out the window. He was a colleague. That, she decided, was just not gonna happen.

"I'm (Y/n); Sunny."

In her awkwardness, she cracked a joke- one that even she didn't find funny. But he laughed. A proper real laugh.

He just seemed to know how to put people at ease. His wit helped. He had a quip or saying for everything- and energy for days.

In class- they battled it out. Every dogfight was like a heated scrap for the last bone. Every time trial was a race to freedom. Every opportunity to win was taken.

It was a rivalry that was surprisingly healthy. It was all tooth and claw until they stepped off the tarmac- then it was best pals for life. Then it was share this piano stool with me. Then it was 'did you know dogs can't look up?'

Over the course of their time at Top Gun, they were stuck together like magnets. Whether they were trying to get their names on that board or just being idiots together.

When it was over- they were even. Dead even on points. They shared top spot. They were ready for a tiebreaker, to fight it out till the very last moment- until someone pointed out that it's always two names. The top two students.

After Top Gun- they were mainly apart. They obviously couldn't control where they were sent, but they kept in contact.

Sometimes that waned, they were busy people, and sometimes they did manage to get themselves together- meet up again for a drink with friends, hang out. They had worked together plenty- but it was always fleeting days, before being required somewhere else.

Then Top Gun came around again. They were wanted back.

For the first time since they'd first met there, they were working together- in proximity of eachother daily- for longer than a week. It was exciting- seeing him again. She got the message and flushed pink about it. Immediately she had texted him- and they'd had a long reminice about their Top Gun days, and it had already been so many years.

They'd learnt a lot about eachother during that training. It was soured a little as he rediscovered his past- and struggled with it. But she was who he went to. He'd lay back on her bed beside her, and he'd talk in this, quite, soft voice. He'd tell her everything about how he felt about the whole thing. Even when he was angry- with her it melted into a malleable softness. She always listened. He always felt better.

Neither of them noticed what that probably meant.

Not even when the group of pilots who had returned to Top Gun, trained with Maverick, weren't split. It was inevitable that their skills would be required again. It wasn't long before they were called up.

It was supposed to be simple.

They'd already completed the bulk of what they had to. They just had to make it back.

It was Rooster and Mav up front. They were a few kilometres ahead- Sunny, Bob and Phoenix behind.

She was carrying damage- it had already been intense. Everyone was low on ammo and she was nursing her plane home.

"I've got two inbound from the south-west" Came a voice in her ear.

Fuck.

"Alright- Bob, tell us when they're close." She spoke, trying to sound confident.

"On it." She heard back.

She raised the nose of the aircraft- trying to get higher again, as she slowly dipped lower. She was constantly correcting it, but the damage made it less responsive. She was lower than she should have been already- but she couldn't get to the height she wanted. In this stricken plane, it just wasn't gonna happen.

She still had some ammo, a few flares left, and was confident she could pick up a bit of speed if she had to- but only if she had to. Bob and Phoenix had a little more and flew slightly behind and above to the right of her- nearby but able to see more of the Horizon.

"Here they come." She heard Bob say, and glanced over. Even she could see them rising over the horizon.

As soon as they were close enough they were releasing hails of bullets.

It took some manoeuvring to avoid that and for Pheonix and Sunny to place themselves somewhere a bit more opportune- gave themselves a fighting chance.

All Rooster could do was listen on the coms.

"Smoke in the air Sunny!" Bob yelled out.

"Got it." She had replied. "Fuck that was close-" She continued a few seconds later.

"Pheonix- now's the chance-" He heard, before a perky "One down!" The messaged crackled through. He didn't feel any fear for them. He was confident in them. He wasn't nervous. Just waiting.

"Get above him Sunny!" Pheonix shouted.

"I can't-" She responded. "Fuck- I can't, can't get-" The coms started to break up for Rooster. "Fuck!"

She had lost an engine, caught a bullet in the wrong place and couldn't get it back online.

"Got him-" He heard in Pheonix's voice. "Sunny? You-"

"I can't- altitude- it won't- online-" He could only pick up some of what was coming through- it was disrupted and muffled. Fucking hell- he thought this shit was more reliable than that.

"Bail-" He heard that and then he panicked. "Can't- Pull up- Fuck-" He heard her voice and then a sharp crackle.

"Did- a chute?" He heard Bob's voice, loud and panicking. Then nothing.

Rooster held his breath for a moment, trying to process what he just heard.

He was waiting for a reply. He got nothing.

"Fuck." He heard clearly. This time it was Maverick, flying just beside him. He glanced over and saw Mav just shaking his head slowly in his own cockpit.

"Did you see a chute?!" He yelled through his coms, hoping they could hear him. "Bob? Pheonix? Did you see a chute?"

The coms spattered back into life for a moment and then went silent again. Then finally-

"No chute- too low-" came through. He didn't catch all of it- just those words were enough.

Immediately, on instinct, he pulled his plane around. He wanted to go to her.

"Rooster-" Mav spoke sternly. "Bradley- Don't." He instructed, as the younger man ignore.

"Can't leave her behind." Was all he could think to say.

"That worked with me- but you don't have the fuel to get there- let alone get back. We're on fumes." Mav told him. They were now closer to the carrier than they were their colleagues. "And what can you do for her if you make it there?" Maverick asked. Bradley gave no reply. "I'm sorry kid." His voice held a sadness and resignation that was unfamiliar.

Mav watched as Rooster turned his plane back again. He knew he was right, and was sorry about it.

A numbness rippled through him as he turned. That cannot just be it. Was that it? Could it be that sudden?

It wasn't long before he was landed on deck- his brain fogged and expression blank. Even the procedures that were like muscle memory to him usually were now slow and clunky.

When he could finally get out of his aircraft- he didn't. He just sat there for about thirty seconds. Unscathed. Unhurt. Broken.

He hit his fist against the side of the cockpit and fnally he climbed out. As he walked across the deck, Pheonix and Bob finally came into view on the horizon.

One solitary plane where there should have been two.

He thought he was going to be sick. His knees barely held him and he just turned away. He gave one frustrated, desperate scream of 'Fuck', thinking of nothing better to say.

How was this it?

Maverick found him two hours later, still in his flight gear, his helmet lying on the floor where he'd dropped it, in the locker room. His face was just blank, his eyes glassy as he stared at the floor, hunkerd down and tense.

"Bradley-" He spoke gently, and got no response from the younger pilot. He sat down beside him. "They found her." He spoke, his own voice quite weak in the moment of emotion.

Rooster looked up at him, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Is she?" He couldn't ask the full question.

"I don't know." Mav answered. "There's a hospital on allied coast not far from here. That's where she's going." He told him. But that was all he knew.

"That's gotta be good? Right?" He asked meekly. Mav shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know."

They sat together for a few more minutes. Bradley resumed his staring at the floor and Mav watched.

Maverick thought back on his own feelings, when he lost Goose. The guilt was immense. It wasn't his fault- there was nothing he could do. But guilt is poison and it only gets where it shouldn't be.

He didn't want this for Bradley too. Surely this kid wasn't supposed to loose everyone in his life?

"Is it obvious that I'm completely in love with her?" Rooster broke the silence but didn't look up.

"Very." Mav put a hand on his shoulder.

"Normally I'd hope you say no. But that means she probably knew, right? If..." Bradley let his voice fade for a moment."If- then at least she knew, right? I haven't gotta regret never telling her my whole life?" He asked. Mav just nodded.

"Don't think like that yet." He spoke reassuringly. "We don't know anything for sure."

They wouldn't know anything else for an agonisingly long time.

It was nearing 3am- finally Bradley had been convinced to move around, shower and join the others in the ready room. They'd just sorta been sat there. They were supposed to be asleep, but no-one could. They just sat there, silently. Waiting for something to happen.

Bradley sat alone. He didn't want to even look at anyone else. He wasn't sure he could talk if he wanted to.

Finally, the internal phone rang.

Maverick picked it up. Bradley couldn't listen- not that there was much to hear.

It was only breif- the phone was put down. He took a deep breath, sighed and gathered his thoughts.

He turned and moved to the front of the room, sitting down at a desk.

He shook his head.

"It's not good..." He spoke, not loudly like he would when addressing them to instruct, but with a noticeable softness. "But she's alive."

"Oh thank fuck-" Bradley spoke under his breath- and breathed out like he'd just surfaced from a depth.

"There's some broken bones, a bit of internal bleeding- she's just come out of surgery and they've stemmed that; but she wasn't conscious when they pulled her out of the water- they don't know what brain injuries she might have and she isn't out of the woods. They'll be able to do an MRI in the morning but it's all touch and go." He explained what he knew.

Bradley just let his head sink into his hands.

Bob, in a moment of desperate confidence and devastation, mixed with his awful guilt of not being able to do more to distract or disarm their pursuers and save his friend/colleague, quietly approached him. He put a hand on his shoulder- to which Rooster looked up at him. Bob almost expected him to be angry- but he wasn't. His eyes were just red, absent and tired.

He couldn't find any words to say, so he just patted him on the back, before Phoenix pulled him away.

Most of the others shuffled out- finally glad just to know what was going on. Finally it was just Bradley and Maverick.

Mav sat across from Bradley, who had sunk his head back down.

Very quietly he just began to sob into his hands.

"Come on-" Mav spoke quietly- pulling the kid's hands away from his face- he stood and pulled him into a hug.

Bradley was a big guy, he didn't like to show emotion strongly in front of others- but he crumbled in the arms of the older man, who he considered family again. All he had was Maverick and this group of pilots- most of which he had known for years now and he had her. She was everything- even if he'd never had the presence of mind to tell her that explicitly.

Less than two days later, and running on about three hours of poor sleep- he stood in the hallway of a foreign hospital- with signs he couldn't read and staff speaking in languages he didn't understand. He was nervous like he had never been- they hadn't heard anything more, so he'd turned up unannounced the first chance he got.

He waited out of the way at a sort of reception desk. He was ignored for a while but eventually someone approached him. He spent a good twenty minutes talking with a nurse, who didn't speak a huge amount of English. They were each trying to figure out what the other was saying, and both repeated themselves plenty- but he was polite and patient and looked enough of a nervous wreck that the nurse took pity. Eventually they managed to understand eachother, and he was told to wait for a doctor, who was starting his shift in an hour or so, who spoke better english and could tell him about (Y/n).

The nurse sat him down in a seat and reassured him that the doctor was a good one, and usually on time.

Actually, it wasn't even quite an hour, before he arrived and lead the pilot to a quiter place where they could talk for a moment.

He explained that she had quite severely broken ribs, a shattered ring finger and snapped pointer on her left hand, a fractured vertebrae in her spine and even a fractured pelvis. The internal bleeding hadn't been as severe as expected, they'd managed that quite well, but she also had had hypothermia when she had come in- thanks to being in the water for a while, and severe concussion from hitting the surface so harshly.

But they'd done the MRI as promised, she didn't seem to have anything more worrying. They had her a little sedated for the pain and to stop her moving and disrupting the plates that were now freshly littered throughout her body.

At the end of the explanation- he was just itching to ask one thing.

"Can I see her?" He asked, anxiously. The doctor nodded and smiled and lead him down a complex of corridors until he found the correct door.

Bradley nearly broke the thing off it's hinges with the force and speed at which he entered the room.

There she was. Hooked up to an IV, bruised- a black eye the most obvious and dark one, a little bloody, and padded in various places with gauze, mainly where she had had the plates inserted.

"(Y/n)!" He exclaimed- or tried to. It came out a quite, croaky cry.

She was still dazed but looked up at him. She even managed a smile.

"Hey Rooster-" She croaked a little too.

He nearly sprinted to be closer to her.

"How you feeling?" He asked, his eyes frantically darting around her face and then body, seeing the drips and such platered all over her.

"Pretty shit-" she started. "Better now you're here though. Nice to hear a familiar voice." She smiled a bit of a toothy smile. As she did, she moved her non-broken hand to point to her tooth, not at the very front but visible.

"Hey look- I chipped a tooth!" She laughed, but winced because that hurt quite a lot to do.

"Oh yeah-" He smiled, he wasn't really looking at it. He was just looking at her, breathing, moving, existing alive. "I'm glad you're still with us." He spoke.

"So am I." She nodded. "Is everyone else okay?" She asked.

"Yeah- just worried about you is all." He spoke, placing his hand on hers. "You had us on the ropes a bit there, babe." He spoke and used a nickname he'd never onced used before for her but which he didn't care enough not to anymore. He'd always wanted to and fuck it- now he decided whatever he did was worth it.

She paused for a second, hearing the epithet- but she didn't care. Truly- she didn't care. Not in that way- she flushed pink a little, which she hoped he didn't notice, but she thought it a sweet and optimistic thing.

"I'm sorry for it-" She spoke and turned her hand over, so that they were palm to palm.

She watched as his eyes darted to their hands, and let a mischievous smile grow on her lips. As he focused on her hand, she was focused on his expression- his lips slightly parted, in awe and disbelief, his cheeks flushed red suddenly and eyes glossy and wide.

She closed her hand around his, tangling their fingers together and squeezed it tight.

"I forgive you-" He smiled, still not able to take his gaze away from her hand. "Just don't do it again." He finally looked up and their eyes met.

"I'll try my best, Rooster-baby." She laughed. It still hurt but it was worth it.

He looked at her for a moment.

"Don't tease me-" He spoke slowly, dreamily, in that lowered, rough voice of his, with an uncharacteristically shy smile and tilting his head a little toward her.

"I'm not teasing." She shook her head and retained her smile.

"Yes, you are." He laughed.

"No. I like you." She paused. "Scratch that. I really like you." She spoke quietly, through an irresistible smile. He didn't know what to say.

"There's nothing like a near death experience and being pumped up on morphine to help you admit it." She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to reply.

"You really mean that?" He still felt like this couldn't be true.

"Yeah-" She nodded. "I mean- I know we've known eachother for a long time, we work together, but fuck-" She giggled slightly. "Bradley- You're so pretty." She grinned and squeezed his hand. "And- God- You're funny. Pretty sweet too. Look at you- you're sat here by my bedside even though I'm sat here like a smashed up bit of china." She shook her head and grinned.

"Yeah?" He nodded. "That's okay- that's okay..." He breathed deeply. "Well I guess you can tell I'm not just here as a friend- though, don't get me wrong, you're one of the best... But it's been a while now, you know?" He spoke gently.

"Yeah- I knew. I thought I was being stupid, what with us going through training together- but when we came back to Top Gun... I guess I realised it."

"Not to be competitive- but I think it's been longer than that for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Remember the last time we saw eachother, before we went back to Top Gun?" He asked. She nodded.

"About a year before?" She asked.

"Yeah- You brought that boyfriend you had, wore that dress. I was so jealous. I was goddamn itching sat talking to him about something dumb- house prices or something- and I could smell your perfume on him..."

"That's kinda hot-" She laughed.

"What?" He questioned.

"That you were jealous." She grinned. She shook her head. "You don't have to be jealous anymore- not if you don't want to?"

It was two weeks later that she was moved to a military treatment facility that had the correct staff and equipment to take care of her- and another seven weeks when Bradley was meeting her at the airport in California. She was a couple weeks of physio away from the possibility being signed off to start flying again, but let Bradley think it was perfectly necessary for him to put an arm around her, just in case.

Until then, she was staying off base, a small apartment had been found for her to stay in, some strings got pulled.

He opened the door for her, treating her as if she were going to break if he brushed past her a bit too fast.

She just laughed.

"I'm made of metal now! I won't fall apart- I promise!" She spoke, walking in and turning around, leaning back on the arm of the sofa.

"It doesn't hurt to be careful, Sunny." He smiled and grabbed her bag from the car, dumping it on the floor as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"No- but it kinda ruins some things?" She looked up at him, nudging him in the shin with her foot as he stood over her.

"What? Being careful?" He asked, uncertain for a moment. They'd not been able to persue their feelings in person much since they'd confessed them.

"Now." She breathed the word, reaching out to him and then running her hands up his forearms as he leant down and into her. Her hands travelled up, via his muscular chest, to his shoulder and neck- where they hung over and across the back of, her pointer fingers just linked loosely. "Is not the time for being careful-" She whispered, having inched closer to him- now just barely millimetres away from him- she plunged into a slow and hungry kiss as soon as all the words were out.

His hands had snaked around her waist as he'd got closer, then sat on her hips as they kissed. Now they slid under her thighs and pressed the imprints of his fingertips into them as he pulled her up and toward him.

She'd wanted this since she saw him across the bar all those years before. Crashing a multiple million dollar jet into the ocean wasn't a normal way to make a relationship work- but Jesus had it worked for them.

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RECALL | Pt.1 (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw X Reader)

Word Count: 2574

TW: Swearing, mentions potential death, people being condescending to a woman for being a woman- very briefly.

A/N: So- I thought I'd pluck this one out of the air for you. I am not entirely sure where it's going so far- so any suggestions and feedback at all is very much welcome and needed! (Also, the role that the reader has is totally made up- so just gloss over that and enjoy!) Thanks to @honey-dew-woo for helping me out (Also go check out their stuff, it's fab)

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She stepped out of her car and smoothed out her top. She had worked at Miramar for nearly five years already- and loved it. She was a civilian production manager, she was in charge of making sure everything happened on time, on budget and to the correct health and safety standards. She was all-round double checker- if something went wrong on her project, she had to know about it, she then had to write up and file a report about it. Everytime someone did something dumb, put a dink in a machine, she needed a ridiculous amount of paperwork, mechanical reports and logbooks and endless photographs of barely visible scuffs, to sign off on to say that it was a known about dink. She was supposed to be a sort of impartial supervisory health and safety, human resources, admin combo- which usually meant lots of time chasing up documents she had asked for, talking to all-sorts of people and occasionally being an in-house human complaints box. She worked with all sorts of people in the base, the ranking officers, the admin staff, generally whoever was most involved in whatever project she had been assigned to.

Today was the start of a new project, it was going under the working title of RECALL, and it was a big one. It was probably one of the most important she had been apart of, and she was looking forward to the challenge of wrangling the officers, instructors and pilots into place.

She walked out into the airfield, the wind blowing her hair back and out of her face as carried her files under her arm. She had already been well briefed on everything, but she had been asked to attend the pilots breifing anyways.

She had her jacket draped over one arm, a fitted white jersey tshirt, a pair of straight legged cocoa coloured trousers and black slightly heeled ankle boots. Aside from that, she had a pair of dark aviators perched on the bridge of her nose. It was comfy, practical and she thought she looked pretty nice too, which was a bonus.

She walked into the hangar, a large American flag draped across the centre, a lecturn at which she was sure the breifing would take place, and a few rows of chairs and desks at which sat the twelve pilots she was now responsible for. She had a feeling already that she'd better get to know their names well, she knew she'd be writing plenty of reports about them in the coming weeks.

Her heels clicked as she walked, it could be heard over the chatter, as Vice Admiral Simpson and Rear Admiral Bates stood nearby, over looking their pilots, who talked and bickered with eachother. A few of the pilots looked back at her, some eyes lingered, some just turned back to their conversations.

She stopped at an empty table at the back of the group, put down her files and jacket breifly, and pulled her hair back, putting it in a scruffy bun with a claw clip she had had clipped to the lapel of her jacket. She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head. Now she was ready.

She approached the two officers and nodded with polite smile.

They shook her hand and turned to the pilots.

"The best of the best? Sir?" She questioned.

"Indeed. All graduated top of their classes." He nodded calmly. She had been fulfilling the same role as she did on this project, in the Top Gun classes until now, but she didn't recognise any of them. They must have been from before she came here.

She scanned them, now able to see their faces. They were all about her age, some older, one or two maybe younger. She tried to put some real faces to their names as she had read them- instead of just the small portraits she had seen until now. She nodded.

"I think we had better get started." Simpson spoke, looking at his watch.

He stepped forward to the lecturn, to which silence fell among the pilots, and began the breifing, and she listened to what she mainly already knew.

"Before you meet your instructor- It is important to note the last of the four of us you will be answering to. She is our project lead. She is a civilian, but vital to our little production nonetheless. She is to be treated with respect, and will be addressed with that in mind. What she says goes, even for us. She reports to the Admiral and the Pentagon and has the power to ground any one of you no questions asked, take you off this project entirely, or even recommend your demotion. This is (Y/n)(L/n). Call-sign; 'Sugar'."

She tried to disguise the very light flush she got on her face as she heard that again.

She'd got that call-sign from being the youngest woman to step foot in that admin block since the 90's. She had worked with a good few aging relics- dear old women who brought banana bread to work and who hadn't changed jobs since they started there in the 60's and grumpy old men who always complained about the aircon. As old people do, they called her, almost condescendingly, Sugar, or variations of it, Doll, Sweets, Sweetheart- and it just seemed to stick. It was also quite ironic, as her job forced her to make quite brutal decisions- some of which really put people's noses out of line, but she always argued her case and stood her ground with fire in her belly. Many people did not consider her a sweetheart, nor sweet by any means.

Either way- it was now what she was known as, though it sent a ripple of light laughter through the pilots.

"Any words for our gaggle of recruits, Miss (L/n)?" The Vice Admiral stepped back from the lecturn and offered her the chance to speak.

"Thank you." She spoke quitely. There was one thing she enjoyed about this call sign. No-one ever expected her to be as fiery as she was. She stepped up to the lectern.

"Good Morning- Don't get too flattered, I haven't prepared anything. Uh-" She said, a simple smile on her lips. "I am essentially your own private HR and admin department. I make sure this all runs on schedule, that there is a constant flow of money into this thing that keeps food on your tables and enough juice in your machines out there, and if anything goes wrong, I know about it. If you have complaints, they go through me, or your instructor. I will be the one writing your reports and signing each one of you of as suitable to fly whilst you're involved in this program. My word is final." (Y/n) spoke cooly. "In my time here- I have had to have less than ten men and women removed from this base. I have seen pilots like you- as good as you and better- make reckless mistakes and die. I've seen them make reckless mistakes and kill others. I have only ever had to remove one recruit from a Top Gun cohort. And I'll have you know that he was a good pilot, and it was for insubordination." She leafed through the files in front of her. They were the broad records of each of the pilots sat before her. "I do not tolerate pilots that don't know how to follow orders. I do not tolerate the endangerment of yourself or your aircraft. I especially do not tolerate the endangerment of others. Not all of you have exemplary records, but you're apparently the best of the best. All the same, do not make me add to my tallies." She finished as non-chalantly as she had started, nodded and gave a warmer smile. "Welcome back to Top Gun."

The Vice Admiral took the lecturn again and after Capitain Mitchell had introduced himself, the training began. (Y/n) had heard plenty about him too- he would be just as much trouble as his students.

She walked back to her office, which overlooked the airfield. She set herself to work, drafting a report template that she intended to use at the end of the week- it was supposed to combine the opinions of Capitain Mitchell and herself, on the suitably of each of the pilots for this mission. One a week for the three week training period. It wasn't a usual thing, but the Admiral was keeping a close eye on this and had requested it.

She heard the familiar whirr of the jets readying. She stopped her writing and looked up and out of her window- watching the Capitain take off, followed by two sets of students.

Every half hour or so, they'd come back and be replaced by a new set. She noticed them all doing push ups on the tarmac. She shook her head and laughed. How typical of pilots. Someone must have been over confident.

She worked through paperwork and emails till she got a call from Simpson in the tower.

She nodded and thanked him for the heads up.

She stood- watched Lieutenant Bradshaw land and get out of his F18, through her window, and then get on with his push ups. She opened the window, she was gonna shout down- but decided against it. She watched for a moment. It was a weird incident.

She walked down, across the tarmac, careful not to be in anyone's way. She watched at she approached, Hondo told him he'd done enough, but the man wasn't listening, or refused to. He looked- angry, or frustrated. She couldn't tell.

"Lieutenant-" She called and got no response. She almost went in for her tough, aggressive approach- if it had been any of the other pilots, or a less strange incident, she might have- but she sensed some vague sensitivity was required.

"Hey-" She spoke, crouching beside him and putting her hand, or just her fingertips, very lightly on his shoulder.

He startled, or more like remembered to breath, and looked up at her, before moving to sit up and properly see her.

"Ma'am-" He started, out of breath, dripping with sweat. She shook her head in some vain attempt to calm him for a moment. She could see how really frustrated he was, grinding his teeth slightly, his jaw tensed. He was sat back on his heels now, his arms around his knees and hands linked.

"When you're done, and you've hit the showers- Come to my office, please." She spoke, not wanting to let her serious manner go entirely, but equally not feeling the need to antagonise.

He nodded and uttered a meek, out of breath and frankly, tired, 'Yes Ma'am', to which (y/n) smiled and gave her own nod, before standing and heading back to her office.

She wasn't waiting too long, when she got a knock on her office door. She could see through the blinds the outline of a tall, well built man, which she knew would be Bradshaw.

"Come in-" She called, turning back to the filing cabinet she was leafing through- trying to find the correct file.

She heard the door open and shut, and footsteps take him to the middle of the room, where, even though she had her back to him, she knew he would be standing with that precise, and familiar stance that all these young men and women managed over and over.

"I have to say- I wasn't expecting anyone in here first week- let alone first day." She smiled, turning to him, having found exactly the file needed. "This has gotta be a new record." He didn't move a muscle or react at all- just as she was to expect.

She stood behind her desk, files scattered across it, and added the one she had in her hand. This one was darker in color and creased around the edges with it's age.

"Your record is almost perfect Lieutenant." She spoke and glanced up at him breifly from the papers. "Makes me wonder what made you break that pattern." She watched him, looking for signs of anger, frustration, hell- even pride. He put out nothing to see.

"I trust you understand why you're here?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am." He answered without missing a beat.

"Go on." She nodded.

"I broke the hard deck, Ma'am." He spoke.

"That's putting it lightly." She gave a breathy laugh. "You put yourself and your instructor into a downward vertical corkscrew, which resulted in you both, not just dipping, but plummetting, below the hard deck by multiple thousands of metres." She smirked and shook her head. "I've never heard anything like it." (Y/n) spoke under her breath as she read the notes.

"Did you listen to any of my speech earlier? Any of it at all?" She asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Ma'am." He replied. She was getting slightly sick of the response. She never really enjoyed the formality of it.

"Well then you'll know you broke all three of my commandments to which all pilots in this project much abide by. You endangered your aircraft, you endangered yourself and your instructor, and you failed to follow orders." She spoke. "Correct?"

"Yes Ma'am." The answer came again. Now she really was sick of it.

"You're aware that the ground isn't very soft, right?" She teased.

"Yes Ma'am" She would have to put a stop to this.

"You know what happens if you hit it head first at a high speed?" She continued

"I'd be killed on impact, Ma'am." The lieutenant answered her diligently.

"Not just killed, you'd be spread across the desert like confetti. As would your machinery. You'd be Rooster paste." She laughed. "And I'm not cleaning that up. You'd be for the birds, Lieutenant." She paused for a moment and let her face fall serious again.

"Are you gonna tell me why you did it? Or do I just get to fuck with you all day?" The corners of her mouth twitched a little, into a tiny smile.

Rooster opened his mouth as if to speak, but hesitated. She recognised a man who had no reasonable explanation when she saw one. She waited a moment to see if he would concoct one, but he couldn't.

"Alright, Rooster. Look at me." She instructed, deciding informality might shift some gears. He did exactly as told. "I know you and Maverick have history, if you want to keep that to yourself, that's fine. But I don't want either of you, or a multimillion dollar jet, smashed into the ground, a hillside or the sea." She spoke now with absolute seriousness. "You're a good pilot- with your record, I'm not looking at any disciplinary action. But if anything like this happens again, I'll have to delve deeper into this history of yours- which will be invasive and will probably involve talking about things you don't want to. Okay?" (Y/n) asked. Rooster took a deep, sighing breath as he replied.

"Yes, Ma'am." She had hoped to coax a little more out of him, but it was late in the day and she didn't want to push it.

"Go cool off- have something to eat and don't beat yourself up. I'm sure I'll see you again soon- but it better not be in this office." (Y/n) gave a smile- and for a second she thought it might have been returned, as Bradshaw turned away.

(Part II)

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