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Bradley Rooster Bradshaw Imagines

First Time Flying

Rooster x RIO reader Summary: Rooster expects to be assigned an RIO for a new mission. What he didn’t expect was for you to be the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on. When you reveal that it’s your first flight, he selfishly wants to be your first in other things.

In the Clouds Again (Top Gun: Maverick Imagine) Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Rooster x fighter pilot reader Summary: You’ve been grounded since having your wings clipped 2 years ago for disobeying orders. Now you’re ordered back to TopGun to train with the best Navy pilots for an impossible mission. You aren’t surprised to see Rooster again but that doesn’t mean you are prepared. 

“Promise you’ll fly back to me.” 

Rooster x roommate/ pilot reader Summary: Both you and Rooster are flying the mission tomorrow. You can’t sleep because you keep running through the course. Turns out, your roommate, Rooster can’t sleep either. Unlike you, however, he can’t sleep because he is worried for your safety. He keeps replaying your recent forced ejection. 

“Monthly Goods”

Rooster x roommate!reader Summary: Rooster comforting you on your period. 

Coming Home

Rooster x reader Summary: Rooster hasn’t been back in his hometown in over a decade. He returns now because he finally has a buyer for his childhood home. Imagine his surprise when he realizes his ex/high school sweetheart is the buyer. And damn, do you still look good. 

“I’m Yours” 

Rooster x nurse!reader Summary: You are called up to the flight deck to aid an injured aviator who had ejected from their jet at a low altitude. You worry the injured pilot might be Rooster.

Cookies and Small Surprises 

Rooster x reader  Summary: Your husband hasn’t been home in three weeks since being sent back to TopGun for a mission. He comes home to you baking cookies and he falls in love with you more when he recognizes the recipe as one of his mom’s. After three weeks, he needs you but you’ll be damned if he ruins the small surprise you have for him.

“Do you regret it?”

Rooster x reader

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to a naked Rooster laying next to you. Memories of the night before flash through your mind and you worry about how this will affect your friendship.

Nightmares

Rooster x roommate!reader

Summary: Rooster comforts you after you have a nightmare. You wake up the next morning tangled in him and you realize that your silly crush on your roommate has turned into something more.

Texting

Rooster x reader

Summary: Rooster has a lot of making up to do for the emotional turmoil he caused you during the mission. Fortunately, you have some ideas and they all start with torturing him with some racy pictures of you while he’s in public.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” 

Rooster x reader

Summary: You convince Rooster to “borrow” an F14 for a late-night ride to watch a meteor shower. Rooster can’t say no to you as he watches you bite your lip while pleading your case and he wants nothing more than to replace your teeth with his. 

Jake Hangman Seresin Imagines 

Popsicle in the Sun

Hangman x reader Summary: Hangman’s hatred for you seems to waver as he watches you eat your popsicle and he wants nothing more than to replace the popsicle with something else.

Request: Prompts: “Take. It. Off.” and “If you touch her, I’ll break your hand.”, Part 2: The Morning After

Hangman x reader

Summary: Hangman hates seeing you in Rooster’s Hawaiian shirt. So he takes off his uniform shirt and hands it to you. You’re drunk mind can’t make sense of why you are staring at his naked chest.

“You’re Everything I Want.”

Hangman x instructor!reader

Summary: You’re asked to return to Top Gun by Maverick to teach the class dogfighting techniques. You knew your ex, Hangman was one of the 12 graduates selected for the mission. Somehow, after years of not seeing him, he still managed to get under your skin.

Dominated

Hangman x reader

Thank you for sending in the request! This was so fun to write. I drew inspiration from the first Top Gun movie. There is a little history repeating itself lol. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to write but I’m glad you liked it:)

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Summary: You convince Rooster to “borrow” an F14 for a late-night ride to watch a meteor shower. Rooster couldn’t say no to you as he watched you bite your lip while pleading your case wanting nothing more than to replace your teeth with his. 

Rooster x reader

Summary: You convince Rooster to “borrow” an F14 for a late-night ride to watch a meteor shower. Rooster couldn’t say no to you as he watched you bite your lip while pleading your case wanting nothing more than to replace your teeth with his. 

Requested by @sarcastic-sourwolf​

Prompt #34 from the list. 

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“Come on Rooster, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” you used your pen to point at the map you were holding in front of his face. “The meteor shower will be directly above the base at 23:30. What are the chances of that?” you said. Rooster stopped walking and finally turned around to face you.

You were staring at the map while you chewed the end of your pen. “So, what you’re saying is you want to steal jet from the base and take it out for a joy ride to see some rocks,” he placed his hands on his hips.

You scoffed, “Ugh no. I’m saying we should borrow an F14 for a nocturnal run and if we see a meteor shower while we are up there, then so be it,” you responded.

Rooster feigned a gasp, “you want me to commit a crime against the United States of America and possibly be charged with treason.” You shushed him and looked up and down the hallway for any possible witnesses. There wasn’t any.

Rooster looked downright amused. You slapped his chest and he chuckled. You weren’t one to break the rules. Most of the time you were stopping him from doing so. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Hondo said he’s cool with it; we just can’t tell anybody else. Just one-time Rooster, please,” you pleaded. You bit your bottom lip, eyes wide as you waited for his answer. Rooster bit his cheek hard. It was getting harder and harder for him to resist you. He wanted nothing more than to replace your teeth with his own.

Rooster crossed his arms. “You know what I want,” he raised his eyebrows and waited, enjoying the leverage he had.

You rolled your eyes and groaned. “Fine, you want me to tell you, you’re the best fighter pilot I know,” you sighed. “Rooster, you’re the best pilot I know,” you said refusing to make eye contact. You were sure you would see a shit-eating grin on the brunette if you looked up now.

“Of course, you’re the only pilot I’ve flown with. I’d like to fly with Maverick sometime. Phoenix too and maybe even Hangman,” you mumbled.

The inflated ego Rooster was developing rapidly deflated. You heard Rooster scoff, “Hangman? Seriously?” and you laughed.

“I’m kidding,” Rooster raised his eyebrows. “Okay, maybe only a little,” you smiled innocently. He knew you’d give anything to backseat for Maverick. It was something that made his skin crawl. Even though he no longer blamed the captain for his dad’s death, he still didn’t like the idea of you backseating for him.  

“Fine, I’ll pick you up at 23:00 tonight. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” You squealed and bounced up to hug the pilot. You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. His arms tightened around you picking you off the ground.

A few Top gun pilots walking down the hall wolf-whistled. Some even clapped Rooster on the back. You felt your cheeks heat and after a few seconds, Rooster finally set you back on your feet.

“So, I’ll see you tonight,” you finger gunned. You grimaced as soon as you turned away. Finger guns? How lame am I? You walked briskly to the women’s locker room.

At promptly 11 pm, you heard Rooster’s bronco pull into your gravel driveway. You grabbed your bag and jogged outside. Rooster hadn’t even put the truck into park when you already opening the passenger door and sliding in next to him.

You clicked your seatbelt and look up, gesturing for him to get a move on. “Come on Rooster, the shower is exactly at 23:32 tonight.” You practically bounced in your seat. A corner of the fighter pilot's mouth quirked up into a half smile. He had never seen you this excited before.

You slipped into Bob’s jumpsuit. The men’s locker room was the only changing room open, unfortunately. Rooster changing directly behind you was trying to think of anything else besides you currently stripping out of your civilian clothes behind him. The temptation to look burned low in his gut.

You unclipped the last hook to the jet while Rooster started the engine. You hurried around and unlatched the gas pump before climbing in behind Rooster. Rooster lowered the canopy and drove onto the runway.

The jet was in the air and rapidly climbing into the sky with just 2 minutes to spare. You pulled out the map from your jumpsuit pocket.

“Ok Rooster, let’s fly toward the coordinates 32.6848° N, 117.1300° W. Once we get close, face the jet 36 degrees northeast.”

“Aye, Aye captain,” Rooster mocked a solute before banking left. Through the reflection of the glass, Rooster saw you’re cheeks redden. Hmm, had he stumbled on a kink? He’d exploit that later. 

You looked out for the meteors. A bit of worry crept into you as a minute passed the time you had calculated. What if I’m wrong? You had tripled checked all your calculations but there was still a chance the meteors could have veered off course. And here you were, risking not only your career but Rooster’s as well.

“Oh look,” Rooster pointed at something in front of you. You glanced up, and sure enough, you saw multiple white streaks light up the sky all. You had seen showers before but nothing like this. You squealed. 

Rooster chuckled softly. He had to admit he had never seen anything like this but the fighter pilot still spent more time staring at your reflection in the glass. He loved the soft smile you held as your eyes glowed with joy. A small part of him felt smug that he was the one that had given you this.

You risked only half an hour to watch the show while Rooster cruised around the coordinates and finally told him he was good to start descending. Rooster landed smoothly and parked the jet back into its original spot all the while you still watched the meteor from above.

Rooster unlatched the aircraft canopy and climbed off. He turned back to help you down. He was just about to turn away to hook on the clips when you were suddenly jumping on him. He “oofed” and some air was forced out of him as your body collided hard into his. You hugged the pilot tight, hoping you could convey how much this meant to you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, pecking him on the cheek. Well, you had intended to kiss his cheek. But Rooster had turned his head in the last second and you had missed and instead placed a chaste kiss on his lips. You discovered that his mustache was surprisingly soft and you had no idea what to do with that small revelation.

You gasped pulling away quickly. Rooster hadn’t had time to properly respond as he tried to regain his balance before you were already climbing off.

“I- I... I’m sorry about that,” you stammered feeling heat crawl up your neck. Rooster looked stunned. “I meant to kiss your cheek, as a thank you.” Oh god, why couldn’t you be normal? “Thank you for flying me up,” you stepped away as you said it. You cringed at the amount of ‘thank yous’ you were issuing. “I…This meant a lot to me, Bradley.” Your cheeks were downright burning now. You looked away from the fighter pilot to try to hide your embarrassment.

Rooster finally snapped out of his trance as he felt a shiver run down his spine. You had never called him anything other than his call sign. The way you had said his given name felt almost intimate. He’d give anything to see how far down your cute blush went.

He stepped closer to you and leaned down, his face just inches from yours. He placed a gentle finger on your chin to tilt your face to his forcing you to look at him. This close, you could see flecks of gold in his brown eyes that were swirling with an emotion you couldn’t place.

Your eyes widened when you saw him glance down toward your lips. You stood there frozen as you watched him close the distance between you two.

“Did Cyclone give you two permission to be out here at this time?” You jumped at the sound of Maverick’s voice. Oh fuck, you were screwed. “If not, then don’t you think you two should take this somewhere else?”

You turned around to face the captain ready to apologize profusely and plead for your job. But the words died on your tongue as you saw Penney, a civilian, standing behind the captain sheepishly waving her hello. Both were in jumpsuits. It seemed like you weren’t the only one that wanted to see the meteor shower tonight.

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Warnings: strong language 

Summary: Rooster has a lot of making up to do for the emotional turmoil he caused you during the mission. Fortunately, you have some ideas and they all start with torturing him with some racy pictures of you while he’s in public. 

You regretted not going with Rooster and the other Top Gun graduates to The Hard Deck to celebrate finishing the mission. But you had a lot of paperwork to fill out, especially since two f-14 had been destroyed. You were sure the higher-ups would be asking a lot of questions later.  

Rooster had understood. But he had still leaned in close and asked you to hurry home. He had whispered sweet promises of how he’d make it up to you tonight for the emotional turmoil he had put you through which involved a lot of cuddling and foot rubbing.

You finally finished all the paperwork. The sun was setting by the time you were heading out of the base. You thought about stopping by at The Hard Deck to join in on the celebration, but you were exhausted.

You showered once you arrived home and you were about to pull on some PJs when a devious idea popped into your head. Rooster deserved a little torture for putting you through what he did today. You walked to your closet and grabbed a piece of lingerie Phoenix had coerced you into buying a few weeks ago. You slipped into it quickly and slid your hair out of your ponytail.

Rooster felt his phone buzz as he was saying his last goodbyes to other naval pilots. He noticed it was a text from you. He opened the message and then immediately snapped the phone to his chest, hiding the picture of you, half-naked in lingerie, smiling seductively at him.  

Rooster groaned rushing to the restroom so nobody would see his obvious hard-on. God, you were going to be the death of him. He pulled out his phone to appreciate the picture of you more closely. Underneath the racy picture you had sent him, you wrote a short message asking when he would be home.

Rooster bit his cheek, typing away at his phone, “God sweetheart, I’m so hard for you. I’ll be home in 10,” even though the car ride was more of a 20-minute drive. Rooster would lose his mind if it took him 20 minutes to get home to you.

After Rooster was able to get his rock-hard cock under control and leave the bar, he had all but sprinted to his truck. You had continued to send him racy pictures of you pouting in different positions and on different pieces of furniture, but Rooster had waited to open those until he was alone in his car.

“10 minutes? I guess I’ll have to take care of myself then :(” 

He cursed, all blood running south as he scrolled through all the pictures of you in your sexy lingerie. “Don’t you even dare.” he texted back.

“I can’t wait for you to get home. But I’ll wait only if you promise to make it up to me . . .” you reply, and you smile to yourself. You could already feel yourself throbbing in anticipation.

Rooster choked seeing the latest picture of you laying on the sofa. You had forgone the lingerie and were now using one of his Hawaiian shirts to cover up.

“Sweetheart, I promise you won’t be walking straight tomorrow if you keep this up.” 

10 minutes later, which felt like an eternity later, you heard Rooster jiggling his keys to the house. You giggled when you heard him swear when he dropped his keys and when he finally opened the door, he was practically panting.

He was wearing his naval suit and damn, did he look good. You appreciated the way the suit hugged him perfectly. Except for the pants, they were stretched tight around the obvious bulge of his manhood.

You licked your lips and Rooster’s pupils dilated. He walked slowly toward you on the couch. He worked his suit jacket off and slung it across the recliner.

Rooster’s eyes traced over your body slowly. Heat pulled at your core when you saw his eyes darken.

Rooster reached for your hand, “God baby girl,” he murmured placing an open-mouthed kiss on your palm. He tugged you up and to the bedroom. “I want to take my time on you tonight,” Rooster explained seeing you furrow your brows ready to protest.

You had thought you would be breaking in the new sofa tonight, but you guessed you could do that another time.

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Hmm, I do have a few roommate!reader imagines and I do enjoy cliffhangers. . . (cue evil laughter). I think you’ve convinced me to finally write one where they end up together. Until then, however, I’m thinking of starting a series of short imagines of Rooster and his roommate (more evil laughter). Some of my current ideas:

Imagine roommate!reader walks in to use the restroom while Rooster is in the shower.

Imagine Rooster picking a scary movie for movie night because he knows how scared you get and knows you will ask to sleep in his bed afterward.

Imagine Rooster getting jealous when you bring somebody over for the night.

Thank you for reading and sending in the ask anon. In the meantime, feel free to read some of my current roommate!reader imagines:)

“Promise you’ll fly back to me.” 

Summary: Both you and Rooster are flying the mission tomorrow. You can’t sleep because you keep running through the course. Turns out, your roommate, Rooster can’t sleep either. Unlike you, however, he can’t sleep because he is worried for your safety. He keeps replaying your recent forced ejection. 

“Monthly Goods”

Summary: Rooster comforting you on your period. 

Nightmares

Thanks for sending in the ask!

 I enjoy writing a Rooster x roommate!reader pairing because I think it adds extra possibilities to a story. Like, can you just imagine having Rooster down the hall to you? Imagine him being comfortable walking around shirtless. Imagine him making pots of coffee in the morning just for you. Let’s both imagine Rooster accidentally running into the restroom to pee while you’re in the shower...

Anyways, I just posted a story with pairing Rooster x roommate!reader!

Nightmares

Summary: Rooster comforts you after you have a nightmare. You wake up the next morning tangled in him and you realize that your silly crush on your roommate has turned into something more. 

Rooster x roommate!reader 

Summary: Rooster comforts you after you have a nightmare. You wake up the next morning tangled in him and you realize that your silly crush on your roommate has turned into something more. 

Warnings: pure fluff. 

Requested by @kp9983

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You felt slightly bad about the tension between you and Rooster. But you couldn’t help feeling awkward around him. Not since waking up this morning tangled in him.

The only salvageable part about the situation was that the two of you were fully clothed. At least you hadn’t crossed that line.

You chewed the last bite of your burger slowly to avoid speaking to your roommate. Luckily, you had managed to stay silent throughout dinner thus far. You had felt Rooster’s gaze multiple times but he didn’t say anything.

You watched Rooster finish the last bite of his burger. “It’s supposed to storm tonight again.” Rooster stated. He wasn’t looking at you. Instead, his eyes were on his beer.

Your mind flashed to last night. You had woken up in cold sweat from a nightmare. And then a loud clap of thunder rattled the house and you had screamed. Rooster was in your room within a second looking around for the source of your fear. Your panic must have been evident on your face because he had taken one look at you and he understood. He sat down next to you on our bed and hugged you. He didn’t ask. After a few minutes, when you had calmed down some, you scooted over offering him some space to lay down. He did and then cuddled you close to his chest until you had fallen asleep.

You fled the house the instant you woke up. You avoided Rooster in training. You had ignored the hurt that flashed across his face when you had chosen Hangman as your wingman. Hangman had smirked and made a comment about trouble in paradise, but you chose to ignore that too.

You would have avoided Rooster some more if he hadn’t made dinner. Your stomach growled the moment your eyes landed on the plate of burgers he was offering you.

He hadn’t said anything, but you saw the small smirk on his lips as he placed the two plates on the kitchen table. You felt baited but you couldn’t say no to food. The man knew how to cook.

“You know you can tell me anything.” You looked up to see Rooster scanning your face.

How could you tell him that you were avoiding him because you still hadn’t made sense of all the emotions you were currently feeling? You had realized after waking up in Rooster’s arms that you weren’t just crushing on your attractive roommate. You were in love with him. And you feared how this would change your relationship.

Rooster frowned when you still didn’t say anything. He finished his beer and then got up, picking up his plate. He grabbed yours as well and walked over to the sink.

You grimaced feeling guilt wash over you. “I’m scared of storms,” you finally broke the silence. “Because I always have the same nightmare.” Rooster turned off the faucet and turned around to face you.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to y/n,” Rooster’s eyes swirled with concern. He walked slowly towards you until he was only a foot away.

“My dad died in a car accident during a thunderstorm,” you swallowed hard. “I have the same nightmare every time. Ever since I was little.” You rubbed your arms suddenly feeling cold. “I used to lay my head on my mom’s lap until I fell asleep,” you inhaled, “I thought it had gotten better but I guess it hasn’t,” you finished.  

Rooster used his thumb to tilt your chin up to him. “You can sleep in my bed  tonight if you want.” His thumb stroked your jaw lightly. You felt your heart stutter. You wished this meant what you wanted it to mean.

But you knew he only saw you as a friend. “Thanks, Rooster, but I really should try to figure this out on my own. I can’t run to you every time it rains.”

“I don’t mind sleeping next to you.” Bless your roommate. He should be careful dishing out comments like that.

You tugged your chin away and shook your head. You missed the disappointment that flashed across his brown eyes. You stood up and threw him a thankful half-smile as you walked to your bedroom.

You tossed and turned in your bed. The storm had started half an hour ago. You knew if you fell asleep, you’d have the nightmare again. The first thunder of the night shook the house making your heart rate spike. You regretted not taking up Rooster on his offer.

I am a Top Gun pilot. I can handle a little storm. Another rumble of thunder made you jump. Fuck this.

You ran to Rooster’s room. His door was surprisingly open. You didn’t stop to ponder what that meant. Instead, you ran straight in. Rooster was sitting up in his bed. He looked up from his book.

“I can’t sleep.” Rooster nodded and closed his book. He picked up the corner of his blanket signaling for you to join him.

You slid in next to him. You almost yelped when he started to manhandle you until your head rested on his lap. 

“I..” Rooster shushed you. He tucked the blanket more securely around you and then began to stroke your hair. 

You were so screwed.

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Hangman x reader

Summary:  “I know vanilla sex isn’t your type. I bet you’d fight me for control in bed, but you’d want to be dominated. Rooster can’t do that. He won’t be able to satisfy you like I could.”

Requested by @sizzlingparadiseland 

The sun was blazing hot over the beach. Your shoulders burned. You weren’t the only one feeling the effects of the sun. The cocky blond in front of you was practically glistening with sweat. It would have been distracting if you didn’t hate him so much. 

Hangman used his index finger to slide up his aviators. He crouched low in front of you. You stretched your neck and matched his stance. He smirked. You waited for the whistle to blow. 

Maverick had taken the Top Gun graduates to the beach for some bonding exercise. It was supposed to help the team come together. Of course, Hangman didn’t know the definition of the term but luckily that wasn’t your problem since you weren’t on his team. You were currently facing off with him at the scrimmage line. An outsider would think the two of you were clearly mismatched. Hangman had almost a foot and about 40 pounds of muscle on you. But that didn’t worry you. You’d be damned if you missed your opportunity to show up the cocky pilot. He had challenged you after all. 

 Hondo blew his whistle, and the two teams took off. You sprinted, opening yourself up for a pass. Rooster nodded at you when he saw you making the run and shouted, “go long.” You did and Rooster swung back his arm and threw the football. You tracked the ball with your eyes and calculated its trajectory. Just a few yards from the makeshift touch ground, you jumped up to catch the football. Your fingertips touched the sleek surface of the ball. 

But then, something hard slammed into your side. You landed hard on the sand, air rushing out of you.

“Nice try sweetheart.” You had black dots in your vision, but you didn’t need to see to recognize that voice. “Is that the best you can do?” You could feel Hangman’s chest vibrate with his laughter. That’s how close he was. You ignored the way your body responded to him. 

“Fuck you,” you shoved at Hangman’s chest hard. The blonde aviator laughed some more but didn’t budge. 

“I usually don’t mind an audience. But I don’t want one with you.” His green eyes sparkled with amusement. “Maybe next time, darling” he winked He pushed himself off you and stood. “Also, you fumbled,” before you had a chance to process what he meant, he took off in the opposite direction. You scowled, watching him get the touchdown and then spike the ball to the ground. He pointed in your direction as if dedicating the point to you. 

Hondo blew his whistle signaling the end of the run. You laid back on the sand staring up at the sky. You really hated Hangman. A second or two later, Rooster came into your line of sight. “That was one hell of a tackle,” he laughed extending his hand out to you. You grabbed it and stood up. You dusted sand off your backside as best you could. Judging by the ache at the bottom of your spine, you were sure to have a bruise in the morning. 

 “Up for another round?” Rooster asked. 

“Yeah,” you responded through clenched teeth. Fuck, your back hurt. The groan that escaped you when you stood up, gave you away. He laughed some more. He walked with you back to the makeshift scrimmage line. You tensed slightly when Rooster laid a hand on the small of your back. 

The two teams lined up again. Phoenix was going to quarterback this time around. Rooster lined up next to you and the two of you decided on a plan of attack. He’d go left and you’d run straight down the middle. 

You didn’t see a certain blonde pilot staring at you and Rooster. You were a little preoccupied watching Rooster dust some sand you had missed off your shoulder. “You know, my offer of getting drinks together still stands,” Rooster said. 

Seeing the pilot in nothing but jean shorts made you regret rejecting his offer from before.  But although Rooster was enjoyable to look at, you didn’t see him that way. Instead, all your mental capacity was used up in your hatred for a certain blonde pilot. 

You were saved from having to respond when you heard a startled “hey” in front of you. Hangman had shoved Omaha out of the way to stand in front of Rooster. 

Hangman was glaring daggers at Rooster. Rooster didn’t notice. He leaned in closer to you and said, “I’ll be at The Hard Deck tonight at 8, maybe you can drop by?” Rooster didn’t wait for you to reply. Instead, he turned to face Hangman in front of him. 

Hangman was sneering now. Being on the receiving end of many of his sneers, something about this one seemed off. This one held more malice. Rooster didn’t say anything. He only crouched lower in his position. You narrowed your eyes. This wasn’t going to end well.

You took off straight down the middle as Rooster had instructed when the whistle blew. This time, Hangman didn’t follow you. Instead, the fighter pilot had decided to go after Rooster. You were left wide open. Phoenix passed you the ball, and you caught it. You smiled hearing Rooster cheer from somewhere to your left. You sprinted to the touchdown. 

“Good girl,” Rooster cheered. You felt yourself go hot and risked a glance in his direction. You saw the moment Hangman’s eyes flashed with rage before tackling an unsuspecting Rooster to the ground. Rooster didn’t have the ball. You saw Hangman say something to Rooster and in the next moment, the pair were tussling on the ground. Hondo blew his whistle. 

You forgot about the touchdown and instead sprinted toward the pair rolling in the sand. By the time you reached the fight, some of the Top Gun graduates had already separated the two aviators.

Rooster shook off Fanboy’s arms. He looked visibly calmer than Hangman who was seething. “Y/n can make her own decisions,” Rooster stated. Hangman started after Rooster but he was held back by Payback. Hondo blew his whistle again. 

Maverick and Hondo called the game after that. The class groaned when Maverick announced the class would be running some drills as punishment tomorrow. Everybody including you turned to glare at Hangman. 

Hangman only shrugged. You rolled your eyes and walked away. You walked to your stuff that was lying next to Penny’s picnic table. You picked up your shirt and slid it on. 

“So, are you planning on meeting Rooster tonight at 8?” You stopped halfway through putting on your shoes. You were surprised he had overheard. You glanced up at Hangman. He wasn’t looking at you and instead was looking at the ground hard.

You continued to put on your shoe. “Seriously? That’s not your business.” 

“Just answer me. Do you like him?” You stopped again and looked up. Hangman’s jaw was clenched now, and he was still avoiding your eyes. You thought about sending Hangman to hell, but you stopped when you saw the red tinge on his cheeks.

“Maybe. Rooster’s a nice guy. The type to bring home to mom,” you shrugged. You weren’t lying. Your mom would have you married off to him as soon as she met him. 

Hangman scoffed. “Yeah, the type that likes vanilla sex. Trust me, that’s not your type.” 

You felt warm. You weren’t sure if it was the heat from the sun. “You don’t know anything about me.” You felt your heart rate tick up with anger. 

Hangman’s eyes were flashing with life now. “I know you’re mad right now. Did you know your eyes turn a darker shade when you’re mad?” Hangman didn’t bother to hide his once over.“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad” he licked his lips. 

You swallowed hard. Something low in your stomach stirred. “Hangman, I...” you started but Hangman shushed you.

“Let me finish, please. I know vanilla sex isn’t your type. I bet you’d fight me for control in bed, but you’d want to be dominated. Rooster can’t do that. He won’t be able to satisfy you like I could.”

 You gasped. He stepped closer to you and tucked a strand behind your ear. “Admit it, you want me just as much as I want you.”   

Hangman’s eyes held promises. “Let me show you.” You shivered but nodded nonetheless.  

“Good girl,” he whispered.  

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“Do you regret it?”

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to a naked Rooster laying next to you. Memories of the night before flash through your mind and you worry about how this will affect your friendship. 

Rooster x reader

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to a naked Rooster laying next to you. Memories of the night before flash through your mind and you worry about how this will affect your friendship. 

#7 requested by anon from my prompt list.

You woke up feeling breath tickle the back of your neck. An arm was thrown over your midsection. The clock on the nightstand read 3:16 am and you yawned. You still had a few hours before you had to report to base. So, you snuggled closer to the warmth your bedmate provided ready to go back to sleep.

But then, it suddenly clicked. You froze. You were naked and judging by the amount of skin that was touching yours, so were they.

You finally worked up the courage to turn and see who your bedmate was. You gasped when your eyes landed on Rooster. He looked so peaceful in his sleep; it made you want to stay a little longer.

But wasn’t it a rule for one-night stands to leave in the middle of the night? Your stomach churned at the thought of the awkwardness that would lace your friendship with Rooster after this. You regretted coming over last night.  

You hadn’t been able to sleep. You were worried about the mission. You knew the odds were stacked against you and the team. So, you had bought a box of pizza and a 6-pack and drove over to Rooster’s house. You weren’t one for casual sex and neither was Rooster as far as you knew. And yet, here the two of you were.

You unwrapped Rooster’s arm and rolled away slowly to not wake him up. You carefully slipped off the bed. The crisp air gave you goosebumps. You didn’t see your dress anywhere on the floor among the rest of the discarded clothing. So, you slid on Rooster’s Hawaiian shirt and a pair of sweatpants that you found in one of his drawers.

You tip-toed to the exit. Before you reached the door, Rooster’s voice stopped you. “Hey, where are you going?” His voice was full of sleep. He rubbed his eyes slowly while sitting up. You swallowed as the bed sheets slipped down to his hips revealing his sculpted chest.

When you came into focus, he felt a sense of possessiveness grip him seeing you in his shirt. Something low in his gut stirred seeing your swollen lips and disheveled hair, evidence of last night.

Rooster smiled lazily at you before sitting up, “I can hear your thoughts from over here. Come on, I’ll make breakfast in the morning,” he patted the spot next to him for you to rejoin him.

You reasoned you’d get more sleep for the mission if you stayed instead of making the trip back home. You latched onto that with your life. You stepped away from the door and walked towards the bed. Blame his perfectly chiseled abs for the lapse in your judgment.

Truth be told, the calmness Rooster had over the situation eased your anxiety. And any regret you had left washed away as soon as Rooster wrapped his arms around you.

Sure enough, the next morning, you woke up to the smell of bacon. You hadn’t sat up completely yet when Rooster walked into the room in nothing but a pair of sweatpants carrying a plate of food and a mug of coffee if your nose was correct.

“Good morning,” Rooster smiled, handing you the mug, and setting the plate of food down on the nightstand.

It wasn’t 3 am anymore. Your mind was more awake which meant you were feeling the full force of your anxiety. “Wow Bradshaw, if you treat all your one-night stands like this, they’ll never leave,” you laughed, then immediately cringed the moment the words left your mouth. Smooth y/n, real smooth.

Rooster’s smile slipped and his brown eyes rimmed with anxiousness. “About that, do you…. would you like to go on an actual date with me? After the mission?” Rooster bit his lip nervously.

You noticed his ears had turned pink. The sight was appealing but what about your friendship? And what about the mission? The two of you would be flying in the morning. There was a chance one of you wouldn’t return. And the chance of your friendship surviving a blow like this was even worse. 

You moved the mug away from your lips and set it down on the nightstand. “Rooster, we can’t. We have a mission and then we will be sent back to our home bases.” Honestly, you should have known this wouldn’t be a casual thing. He had spent hours kissing you. He had made eye contact when he finally slid inside you. You could have sworn he had whispered “mine” during that first thrust, but you couldn’t be sure.

Everything about last night had made sense. The two of you together made sense in your heart.

But you knew better. Long-distance relationships never worked out and you wanted to keep Rooster as a friend. Even if it meant denying any feelings you might have for him.  

“I know, but I want to be more, so much more.” Rooster grimaced watching you push the sheets away and slide off the bed. “Please don’t walk away, we can forget I ever asked.” You stood at the foot of the bed. You had been reaching for your boots, but Rooster’s pleading voice had stopped you. “Please don’t go.”

“Please, Bradly, let’s forget about this. We have a mission we need to think about.” You avoided his eyes. You couldn’t deny the man anything if you looked at him in his beautiful brown eyes.

You heard him swallow. “Do you regret it? Do you regret last night?” Rooster bit his lip. His eyes filled with hurt. You felt frozen where you stood. “Please tell me that you don’t regret last night.”

Flashes of last night, of him placing kisses all along your body, of him making love to you, crossed your mind. You couldn’t lie to him. You closed your eyes and sighed. “No, I don’t regret it. But…”

Rooster closed the distance between the two of you and you knew you had lost any protest you were about to say. He placed a hand under your chin, and he tilted your face up toward his. “Then please y/n, I can make this work. Just go on one date with me,” he pleaded.

He leaned in and touched your lips with his. He kissed you gently as if he were afraid of scaring you away. His lips were warm and soft. 

The kiss only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away to look at you. He scanned for any reluctance left in your eyes and felt relieved when he didn’t see any. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He pulled you impossibly closer to his chest.

You sighed, melting in his arms. “Fine, but only because I love bacon.” With your cheek pressed against his chest, you felt him chuckle.

You looked up at his face. You were a little surprised to see a small smirk on his face. “I thought it might smooth things over,” he winked.

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Author’s note: I prefer sausage in the morning instead of bacon;) I hope you enjoy this Anon :)

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