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Y/N: *watching hot shirtless men do training exercises in kamar-taj while shoving potato chips her mouth*
Stephen: *slowly blocks y/n's field of vision with a bemused look on his face*
Y/N: Tsk. Stephen get out of the way. *tries to peak over him but gets blocked*
Stephen: Enjoying the view?
Y/N: Obviously not anymore! Tch. Go away! *pushes Stephen aside*
Stephen: Fine. *pulls his shirt over his head and joins in on the training session topless.*
Y/N: .......
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Youâd been pretty sure Eddie Munson didnât reciprocate your feelings - until the Upside Down gets you, and Eddie gets to prove that he might be brave after all. (Takes place during episode 7 when theyâre at Loverâs Lake)
đđšđźđ§đđ«đČ đđąđ«đ„ (đđđđąđ đ± đ!đ«đđđđđ«, đđ„đźđđ)
Eddie introduces you to Black Sabbath - and who couldâve guessed Heavy Metal could be that romantic?
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Requested: Fighting with Eddie trying to wrestle his vest from his grip cuz youâre doing the laundry and that thing really needs washed but he doesnât wanna lose the âmosh pit smellâ
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With the love of your life dead in your arms and your heart shattered to pieces, youâre ready to make that deal with God and swap places. Everything to bring Eddie back. But the only God in this dark place, frozen in time and filled with monsters, is not a benevolent one. And when you agree to his deal to play the game of gods and monsters and bring Eddie back, you know you it might be a losing game. You heard that story before - and it never has a happy ending. Now itâs on you to trick the fates and rewrite Eddieâs stars.
đ đđźđąđđ đđš đđ§đ & đđđđąđ§đ (đđđđąđ đ± đ!đ«đđđđđ«, đĄđźđŠđšđ«, đđ„đźđđ)
While youâve been cancelling dates to secretly learn D&D and surprise Eddie, the worried little voice in Eddieâs mind starts coming up with its very own reasons for why you might be avoiding him. Itâs a good thing that not all misunderstandings end in disaster. Â
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Itâs been two weeks since you and Eddie decided to stop sneaking around and start behaving like every other couple at Hawkins High. Only that youâre not. And after overhearing a group of cheerleadersâ especially cruel gossip about your relationship, Eddieâs insecurities, nourished by all those years of bullying, hit home despite all of his attempts not to let peopleâs vile words get to him. This time thoughâŠhe feels like they might be right. Because why would a girl like you ever fall for a guy like him? And when Eddie realizes he made a mistakeâŠhe can only hope itâs not too late to fix what he broke.
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đđđ đĄđđ« đšđźđ (đđđđąđ đ± đ!đ«đđđđđ«, đđ§đ đŹđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đĄđđ©đ©đČ đđ§đđąđ§đ , đđ„đźđđ, đ©đ«đšđđđđđąđŻđ đđđđąđ) - đąđ§ đ©đ«đšđ đ«đđŹđŹ
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Eddie doesnât have much experience in bedroom activities, but since he wants to pleasure you as best as he can, he begrudgingly throws his pride overboard and seeks advice with Steve The Hair Harrington himself.
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THEN. Youâre the only survivor among the Mind Flayerâs victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down.
NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddieâs trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than youâd thought: EvilâŠand love.
The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).
đđđ§đđąđ§đ đđ§ đđČ đđ°đ§ (đđđđąđ đ± đ!đ«đđđđđ«, đđ§đ đŹđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đĄđđ©đ©đČ đđ§đđąđ§đ , đŹđŠđźđ, đĄđźđŠđšđ«) - đąđ§ đ©đ«đšđ đ«đđŹđŹ
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First of all, thank you so much for all the support on this series so far; all the lovely comments and reblogs and asks are making my days and Iâm so happy about every single one of themđ€ I think this is the chapter Iâm proudest of so far. I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki đ€ Â
đđđąđ«đąđ§đ |  Eddie Munson x female reader
đđđ«đąđđŹ đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ |  THEN. Youâre the only survivor among the Mind Flayerâs victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddieâs trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world  that might be more persistent  than youâd thought: EvilâŠand love. The story is told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).
đđĄđđ đđš đđ±đ©đđđ | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, it turned into a fix it fic for ST4
đđđ«đąđđŹ đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | SMUT (you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, attempted assault, bullying, canon-typical violence Â
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đđĄđđ©đđđ« đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | SMUT (only read if youâre 18+ years old! virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader), unprotected sex (please stay safe in real life!), mentions of attempted assault, canon-typical gore & violence, blood, mentions of spiders
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[Tuesday, March 25th, 1986. NOW.]
Eddie Munson had always believed in fairy tales.
At first, it had simply been because his old man had taught him to believe in them. Magic potions from silver flasks that smelled like acid and made Eddie scrunch his nose, pixie dust his dad had sold in little plastic bags, the same glittering powder which had carried his mum to Neverland before heâd ever had the chance to remember more of her than the lavender-and-rosemary scent of her dark curls or the tune of her song when sheâd hummed. Treasure hunts.
Growing up, though, Eddie had come to the painful realization that it were the magic potions which made his dad so angry at times, that treasure hunts werenât treasure hunts when the treasure actually belonged to someone else already, and that pixie dust didnât carry anyone anywhere except six feet under â and the fairy tales had lost their glitter and magic.
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You simply ignored all their questions. Not a word came out of your mouth after saying, âIâll be waiting for a lawyer.â Oh, they tried. They tried it all, but you stood your ground and planted yourself firmly in that seat, looking at your reflection in the two-way mirror every once in a while to smile and wave.
âThat one? Theyâre not gonna crack. Weâre just gonna have to wait for a lawyer, I guess.â The detective said as he saw you somehow stare right at him when all that was visible to you was your reflection, certainly not him behind the glass. âThink theyâre some kind of super-vigilante, too?â
âNot any that Iâve heard of.â His partner replied and you finally got that lawyer you were waiting for.
âY/N L/N? Hi, Foggy Nelson, Iâm your lawyer.â The man approached, threw his briefcase on your little table, and shook your hand.
âWonderful, hope you arenât as mediocre as those guys behind the glass.â You commented and earned a chuckle from Mr. Nelson. âGreat, you have a personality. Always need some of that in a place like this. God, itâs bleak in here.â
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Torture
Plot: Rooster makes a bet with Y/n that if he can beat Hangman's flight time on a new training course, he gets a kiss. Y/n agrees, but this means no kisses for Rooster until he wins.
Requested Prompt: "You owe me a kiss." Requested By: Anonymous
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x GN!Reader *Reader is referenced of having the call sign 'Caelus' (Roman God of the sky)
Warnings: Kissing, if that wasn't obvious from the description lol
Words: 1.3k
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Your eyes glanced over the other pilots as they ran past, completing their workouts for the evening. You silently thanked yourself for having worked out earlier in the day rather than now after a long day of flying.
Hearing the padding of footsteps coming from behind you, you assumed it was just another student on a run, until you felt large arms wrap around your waist suddenly.
You let out a gasp as you were lifted off the ground, followed by a familiar laugh.
You held in a laugh as you groaned out "Put me down Bradley!"
As you were placed not so softly back down, you were spun around and pulled into Bradley's chest. He grinned down at you with a dopey smile that you couldn't help but smile at in return.
"Hey sunshine." He said softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Still smiling, you pushed him away with a fake grimace "Ugh, So sweaty!"
He let out a soft laugh "Oh come on, it's not that bad."
You let out a soft giggle as he pulled you towards him again, his arm slung over yours shoulders. As you began waling towards the barracks, you wrapped your arm around his back.
rainfall
pairings: bradley âroosterâ bradshaw x pilot!reader
desc: youâve always had a thing for your best friend. this mission didnât help.
warnings: this is quite longđ”âđ«, swearing, sex references and innuendos, alcohol and drunkness, death and family member loss, dissociation mentions, i know NOTHING about pilots/flying sorry, this WILL be a series !!!
a/n: someone tell me to stop making series. i beg. this is my little writer brain not being able to watch anything without making a character WHOOPS. anyways, iâve not seen the first top gun. so. cannon? who? we donât know her. also i hate called bradley rooster i canât work out why but iâll only refer to him as it when flying. soz.
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bradley bradshaw x reader;
two weeks in an all-inclusive resort in bali; what could go wrong? a phone call and a plane back to fightertown, thatâs what. who knew that so much could change because of one mission.
series warnings;
swearing, canon typical injury, parent loss/grief, mental health issues (read the warnings at the beginning of each chapter for more depth) disclaimer: i know nothing about planes/the navy so this may not be real life accurate.
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listen while reading for an extra level of immersion , i also just love making playlists ok , playlist is available only on spotify <3
bradley ( i watched top gun now iâm in love with bradley âroosterâ bradshaw )ïżŒ
jake ( jake seresin is just a hookup but god heâs pretty )
rainfall (part two)
pairings: bradley âroosterâ bradshaw x pilot!reader
desc: you and bradley shouldâve been in bali right now; but no, you were ten thousand feet in the air, sweating your ass off.
warnings: swearing, one sex joke, cannon typical injury, plane crash, nosebleeds, fainting, parent loss/death
a/n: um so part one BLEW UP??? i cant say i was expecting it tbh i was expecting a flop. yet again i know NOTHING about pilots or the navy so⊠cannon???? who???? this is shorter than part one but oh well
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rainfall (part three)
pairings: bradley âroosterâ bradshaw x pilot!reader
desc: a girl, the boy she loves, and another girl walk into a bar. wait - whereâs the joke?
warnings: swearing, sexual themes, angst, cannon typical injury, alcohol, smoking
a/n: you may hate me after this chapter. sorry. disclaimer that i know nothing about the navy and/or planes.
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rainfall (part four)
parings: bradley âroosterâ bradshaw x pilot!reader
desc: this was the mission someone wasnât coming back from; you were sure of it. you just hoped to god it wasnât the man you loved.
warnings: swearing, angst, alcohol, sad bradley bc that is a warning itself, two oblivious idiots itâs painful, self-loathing/mental health struggles
a/n: ellie going back to her roots and doing a filler chapter for chapter fourđ”âđ« i only plan on this being like 6/7 parts btw, this wonât be a long as my other series (which u should 100% read if youâre into moonknight) but iâll see how ur goes. disclaimer that i know nothing about the navy or planes. also reblogs to wayyyyy more than likes soâŠ
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âBradshawâs Girlâ
Pairing: Platonic Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Reader, and BradleyâRoosterâBradshaw x reader (non descriptive reader, no use of Y/N)
Word Count: 1.6k
TW:Â Cat-calling, creepy dude, swearing
Summary:Â Youâre dating Bradley, but when heâs not there to protect you, Jake is.Â
âYou know whose girl that is? Bradley Bradshawâs.â
Authors Note: Just a fun oneshot for everyone. You all know Im a slut for protective men :)))) Hope you enjoy :)
Sunshine
Authorâs Note: This man has a choke hold on my life right now, younger me is screaming that my Miles Teller crush is back :)
Summary: Youâre shy but luckily Roosterâs not! Combine that with one scheming Penny and something is bound to happen!
Pairing: Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x reader
Warnings: None :)
You wiped down the bar and cleaned some glasses next to Penny. Closing the bar was the calmest part of the night and you enjoyed the peace. Penny was best friends with your mom and she was just like an aunt to you. You loved her and how outgoing she was. In fact, you wished you could be just like her. You were painfully shy and nothing made it easier for you to talkâŠexcept maybe a little alcohol. Your shyness is actually what put you in this situation right now.
Your mom didnât know how to get you out of your shell. Penny came up with the great idea of having you move in with her and work at The Hard Deck along side her. You were terrified to say the least. Moving to another state AND working at a bar?! But you agreed to please your mom and that is how you ended up here, cleaning glasses.Â
âYou know, thereâs a lot of handsome men that come in and out of this bar. And a lot of those men would love to take you home one night, if you let them.â Penny smirked at you, knowing the idea of a one night stand would make you flustered. You stared at her, wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights.
âIn fact, I think you caught the eye of a certain Lieutenant that has a pretty impressive mustache.â
If you thought your cheeks were red before, you were a full tomato now.Â
âI donât know what you mean, heâs only ever said a few words to me before.â You had a huge crush on the tall airman they called Rooster. You were also 99.9% sure he had no idea you existed.Â
âHoney, that man stares at you like youâre the only one in this room. I think he was undressing you with his eyes for over half the night tonight.â She laughed.
You shook your head and even though you tried not to, smiled slightly. The idea of that man finding you attractive was not even a possibility in your mind. You figured Penny was just saying this to get you to talk to him and leave your comfort zone. You heard her sigh.
ây/n, I know you donât think that youâre beautiful, and funny, and amazing, and smart but you are. I watch you serve people drinks and even through your shyness, your smile is bright. You light up the room and you need to believe all of this because its true.â She rubbed your cheek like a mother would.
âThank you Penâ You softly spoke to her and she responded with a bright smile.
You both grabbed your stuff and headed home. Pennyâs words stuck with you and you decided that tomorrow you would wear something different. Something out of your comfort zone. You normally wore jeans and a crewneck or sweater and put your hair into a bun. You went to sleep knowing that tomorrow you would pick out something that showed some more skin.
You woke up and decided on wearing some black denim shorts, your white converse, and a baby blue top that did little to cover your chest. You were showing a nice amount of cleavage and a lot of legs. You let your hair down and put on a small amount of makeup. You walked down to meet Penny and Amelia for breakfast before heading to work.
Penny and Amelia stopped what they were doing and their jaws dropped.
âYou look HOT!â Amelia basically yelled while Penny shook her head in agreement. You laughed and ate your breakfast. You and Penny headed down to the bar eventually and started getting it ready for customers.
The bar hadnât opened yet when Maverick walked in. He was always so kind to you and you enjoyed his company. I know Penny did too ;) He walked over to you two and did a double take.
ây/n?! Is that you???â He joked and Penny laughed. You started to blush not realizing the amount of attention you would get just from changing your clothes and letting your hair down.
âYou look beautiful! You actually look more like yourself I think. This look suits you.â Pete complimented you. You felt like all you were saying today was thank you. He switched his attention to Penny and they started flirting. You smiled at them and kept on getting the bar ready. Eventually it was time to open and the aviators would start pouring in.Â
You were serving shots to a group of customers when the door opened and in walked Bradley. He scanned the room and eventually landed on you. He watched you for a minute and you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.
âHey y/n can I get a beer?â Rooster asked you. You grabbed him his beer and your hands touched as he took the beer from you. The bar top suddenly became interesting because you could not look at Rooster right now. He looked way too good and you were way too shy, despite the nice outfit you put on as a confidence boost.
âI like your outfit, blue seems to be your colorâ he smirked and as you looked up at him, he winked at you.
âIf you get a break tonight, you should come join our group over there. I would love to talk with you more.â Bradshaw stated. You started to respond.
âI donât know if Iâll have any time but -âPenny cut you off âShe actually is about to go on break in five minutes, sheâll be right over.â
You stared at her with wide eyes and glanced over at Bradley. He smiled at you and told you heâll be waiting for you. He walked away to his friends and you smacked Pennyâs arm.
âWhat was that?! I canât just go and talk to him.â You were quietly yelling at her.
She poured you a shot and then another one and looked at you expectantly.
âTake these, loosen up, and go talk to that handsome man over there. Go home with him, enjoy life, heâs clearly interested.â You just looked at her like sheâd lost her mind. You took the shots and as you did, she started fixing up your hair. She gently pushed you in the direction of Rooster and as you started walking, she smacked your butt - yeah she lost her mind. You looked back at her and she just gave you a thumbs up.
You slowly made your way over to him. He sat at one of the booths next to the pool table. The others in his group were all playing pool.
ây/n! Come sit here darlinââ Rooster gestured next to himself. You sat next to him and started feeling the alcohol a little bit. Which was good because you needed it.Â
A tall blonde man made his way over to us and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips and kissing the back of your hand.Â
âRooster, why are you keeping this pretty little thing all to yourself,â he looked at you, âHi, Iâm Jake AKA Hangmanâ
You smiled and said hi back and Rooster put a protective arm around your waist.Â
âGo back to your game Hangman. Weâre in the middle of a conversation.â Roosterâs voice got really low and Hangman raised his hands in defeat and walked away.
âSorry about him, he can get really annoying sometimes. So, Penny has told me a lot about youâÂ
You couldnât believe her! She really loved to scheme.Â
You laughed and said, âIâm sure she did, what exactly did she say?â you asked curiously.
âIn her defense, I asked about you. Your smile lit up this room and I couldnât get it out of my head so I just asked her if I had permission to talk to you. And she immediately said yesâ, he laughed, âand told me how funny and smart and beautiful you are. But I didnât need her to tell me youâre beautiful. I could see that on my ownâ He leaned in closer as he spoke âand darlinâ let me tell you that you are very beautiful.â
You thought you were gonna melt on the spot, this man was so smooth. Before you could respond he continued.
âShe also told me that youâre shy and could use someone like me to show you how to have a good time.â He brushed some hair out of your face.
You were glad you took those shots because if you were sober right now, you would probably run away.
âHow exactly would you show me how to have a good time?â You questioned.
His smile grew into a smirk and he leaned in to whisper, âI could take you around and show you the beaches, take you to some stores maybe, or I could take you back to my placeâ
You gulped and looked at him. Itâs now or never you thought.
âI like that third option a lotâ You spoke as confidently as you could.
âThats actually my favorite optionâ He joked with you. You both laughed and you suddenly felt at ease. Talking with him had gotten so easy all of the sudden.Â
âYou know, itâs actually getting pretty hot in here, do you wanna go walk the beach and then maybe head back to my place for a drink?â He spoke
âI would love thatâ You both got up and headed out to the beach.Â
You talked for a bit on the beach, mostly him flirting and you trying not to combust on the spot. He turned to you and put his hand on your cheek.
âI was being serious earlier, you are so gorgeous darlinâ and that smile is like sunshine shining down on meâ You looked down at his lips as you both inched closer to each other. Your lips gently met and he kept his hand on your cheek and put the other on your waist. You rested yours on his chest and melted into the kiss. You both pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other.
âI know youâre not an aviator but I have the perfect call sign for youâ He said
âOh yeah, whatâs thatâ You smiled up at him.
âSunshineâ
âI love itâ you whispered
You both kept smiling at each other like teenagers in love.
âNow câmon Sunshine, I gotta take you home and show you how to have a good timeâÂ
For Old Timesâ Sake | Bradley Bradshaw x Maverickâs Daughter Reader
Synopsis: Reader is back in town visiting her father after many years away and runs into a very pleasantly familiar face.
Warnings: Vaginal sex, oral (m&f), soft dom vibes, unprotected (kinda protected) sex, swearing
A/N: this took so long bc all my drafts kept getting deleted but I persevered because I love this man⊠hope you guys enjoy this one :ââ)
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âY/N, do you know that guy?â Your best friend, Ashley, leaned over the bar of the Hard Deck, eyebrows furrowed as she looked past you. âHe has not stopped staring at you for the past hour.â
âWho? Pornstache?â Your other friend, Lily, asked from the other side of you. You knew immediately who they meant.
You didnât visit San Diego much anymore, not since your dad had lived here last when you were younger. The only reason you were visiting now was because your dad had been nominated for an award and he wanted you to be at the ceremony with him.
So, you had made a trip out of it. You had brought your closest girl friends, booked a nice hotel on the beach, gone clubbing and then decided to bring them back here. They had been bugging you to show them some hot pilots the whole trip.
You turned your head, smiling as you meet Bradleyâs gaze across the bar. Rooster now. Thatâs what your dad had been calling him. You didnât know him as Rooster, you had known him as Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw â the son of your dadâs best friend.
When you were in High School, you got into a huge fight with your mom and ended up going to stay with Maverick for a year. That was whilst he still lived here. During that time, you went to the same school as Bradley.
He mightâve been two grades above you, but he looked out for you and made sure no one thought of you as the new girl. He drove you home, took you to parties, looked for you at his Football games and let you wear his jersey. People thought you were dating for a while that year. You hadnât ever dated.
âThatâs Bradley Bradshaw.â You said, smiling into your martini as your eyes lingered on his. He grinned at you.
âThe Bradley Bradshaw?â Lily gasped, leaning closer to you excitedly. âBig dick Bradley Bradshaw?â Ashley whispered, equally excited.
Yeah. You might not have ever officially dated Bradley, but you had lost your virginity to him a week before you moved back to Arizona with your mother.
You laughed at them, taking your lip between your teeth as you watched him hand his pool cue to one of the other guys he was with, ready to forfeit his turn at pool.
âShh, shh â heâs coming over.â You hushed them, setting your martini down on the bar and standing up as he crossed the bar to you. He seemed taller now, and he mustâve been twice as big â he had just been a flagpole in high school, tall and broad but no muscle whatsoever.
âBradley Bradshaw.â You smiled, looking him over as he approached you. His grin only grew as he squeezed past the group of people between you and him and reached you,
âY/N Mitchell.â He bit his lip, shaking his head slightly as he let himself look you up and down. âYou â uh, you look good. How are you?â
âIâm good.â You deadpanned, in awe at how much bigger he seemed. You thought back to that night with Bradley, both of you huddled in the back seat of his Ford Bronco out on the cliffs overlooking the base â there was no way you were both fitting in that backseat now.
Lily nudged you.
âOh, uh â Brad, this is Lily and this is Ashley. Theyâre my friends from LA.â
âYeah, your dad mentioned that youâre a lawyer or something up there now.â Bradley reached up and scratched the back of his neck. He paused his hand still there, watching all three of your eyes follow his movement and land on his flexed bicep. You looked away whilst your friends shamelessly continued to stare.
âAnd youâre a pilot now.â You breathed, knowing that that was all he had ever wanted. You had wanted to be a million different things over the course of your life, it still changed day to day even now. You had never met someone as focused as Bradley.
âYes, maâam.â He smiled again.
âSorry to be forward â are you seeing anyone?â Lily interrupted, making Ashley snicker. You glanced at Bradley apologetically, though he didnât seem phased in the slightest. He shook his head at her, smiling politely, âIâm not, no.â
âRooster, the alarm on that piece of shit in the parking lot is going off again!â Someone called from behind the bar.
Bradley sighed softly, pushing his hand into his pocket and pulling out his keys, âSorry ladies.â You recognised the keys, eyes flickering between the metal and him, âNo way â no way do you still have that pile of scrap.â
Ashley and Lily glanced at each other knowingly. They knew yours and Bradleyâs story clearly.
He held the keys up and nodded, âCâmon. Come see her. For old timesâ sake.â
You glanced at your friends, both of their eyes wide and silently urging you to go. You giggled, linking your arm through his as he led you out of the packed bar.
The alarm was indeed going off, but you werenât surprised. That car mustâve been at least fifteen years old, and Bradley had driven the mileage sky high in the year that you knew him so it must have been awful now.
âNice face fuzz by the way.â You murmured, half wanting him to hear, halfway to shy to say it to this new Bradley. He laughed, bringing his hand up and stroking at it jokingly,
âRight? Remind you of anyone?â
You smiled, your eyes lingering on his face, nodding slowly, âYou look just like him.â
You may have been too young to really remember a time when Bradleyâs dad was around, but your dad had pictures of him everywhere. Bradley really did look just like him.
He slid his hand down into yours and squeezed it softly, and suddenly you were back in your junior year again. He still wore the same cologne he did back then. That was his dadâs too.
He released you hand as he reached the car, kicking the hood with his boot and making the obnoxious alarm stop abruptly. You laughed, bring your hand up and covering your mouth, âJesus, Bradley. Why do you still have this?â
âNostalgia.â He glanced back at you, a familiar look in his eye as he walked to the passenger side and opened the door. You glanced back at the bar, seeing both of your friends watching out of the window. What the hell. You slid into the passenger seat, glancing around and checking out the backseat.
Rooster closed your door and hopped in on the driverâs side, catching you looking and grinning, âThinking back to the best night of your life, Mitchell?â
You laughed, scrunching your nose slightly â maybe it was but he didnât need any extra boosts to his ego â âYou mean the best five minutes of my life?â
Bradley let his jaw fall open, feigning offence and then scoffing, âFiâ five minutes? All I know is that the sun was up when I kissed you, and it was down when we were done. Now forgive me if Iâm wrong, but by my calculations thatâs over an hour, sweetheart.â
âYeah, I was your chemistry partner, your calculations were never correct.â You teased, knowing that he was absolutely right. He shot you an amused look, turning the keys in the ignition and moving the gear into reverse.
âWhere are we going?â You asked, sitting back comfortably against the familiar leather seat. Rooster shrugged, âWhat? You have somewhere you need to be?â
âNo.â You admitted, your heart racing as you watched him pull out of the parking lot. It was an odd feeling, being more comfortable than you had been around any man in years, and also having butterflies in your stomach like a silly teenager. You put your feet up on the dash, smiling slightly to yourself as he groaned,
âGod â you know I hate when you do that.â
You did know that. You wanted to see if he remembered. Still, it made him drive more carefully when you did, you had noticed that once. About ten minutes into your drive, you realised where you were going. The state reserve. The cliffs. You giggled, pressing your hand to your mouth in realisation.
Bradley grinned, glad you had finally caught on.
âIf you wanted to get in my pants, Bradshaw, you couldâve just asked.â You teased, rolling down the window on your side and breathing in the salty sea air. Bradley chuckled softly,
âI was thinking about being a gentleman and taking you out for dinner or something first. âTil you insulted my performance.â He looked over and winked at you, pulling his car up a bit back from the edge of the cliff. You sat up in your seat, examining the perfect view out over the base, taking your lip between your teeth.
This was all too familiar. You werenât even supposed to be up on the cliffs that night with Rooster. You had been at a party the night before and had jumped in the pool with all of your clothes on, and when you had gotten home at 5am, your dad had flown off the handle.
That was one of the only times he had really yelled at you. He had really put you in your place. Had grounded you for the last two weeks of summer. But, being the dramatic teenager you were, you had called Bradley, snuck out of your bedroom window and come up here to cool off.
âDeep in thought?â Bradley brushed your hair back off of your shoulder, sliding his fingers up your neck and massaging his fingers through the hair at the base of your scalp.
âJust⊠remembering.â You blushed at the thought, feeling stupid for doing so. You were grownups now, with careers and exes. It was dumb sitting up here and blushing about someone you hadnât seen in a decade.
âSeems like thereâs a lot to remember,â Bradley mused, turning his head and looking out over the view. You nodded silently, chewing at the corner of your lip to calm your nerves. âLike a lot more than five minutes of stuff to remember.â
You couldnât help but laugh, reaching out a smacking him in the chest, pretending you werenât impressed by how solid it was. He grinned with you. It was only once your laughter slowed that you noticed the look in his eyes, your face flushing again.
âCome here.â He jerked his head.
You giggled, holding onto his shoulder with one hand and onto the roof of the vehicle with the other as you slid over the centre console and into his lap. His hands started on your waist, sliding up your back and moving forward to cup your cheeks.
He examined your features for a moment. You examined his. There were a few more lines than you remembered, significantly better facial hair than the wispy moustache he had once tried to grow in high school. His eyes were just as soft. His hands came back down to your sides, eyes following them as they moved before looking back at your face again.
He exhaled gently, leaning forwards and kissing you. You cupped his cheeks with both hands, humming contentedly against his lips. Bradley had always been very gentle with you, you appreciated that now more than you had then. You still liked a man who took charge, but you also knew he was just being what you needed more than what you wanted.
His hands slipped under your shirt just slightly, his fingertips skimming over your sides. He stroked them up and down, and back up again, bringing your skin up in a layer of goosebumps.
Your fingers slid up into his sandy hair, tugging lightly at his roots. His hands pawed at your breasts under your shirt as he pulled back and licked his lips,
âYour boobs finally came in.â He teased, pushing the cups of your bra down so he could really feel you. A cheap shot. You were a late bloomer, you had been flat as a board until college. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to hold back your smile as you smacked his head gently.
âFuck you.â You giggled, shivering as his thumb swiped over your nipple. He pushed your shirt up, lifting it up over your head and connecting his lips to yours again immediately.
âOh, so you were for sure planning on fucking tonight.â He chuckled breathily, his eyes falling down to the black lace on your chest. You shifted in his lap, licking your lips, âMaybe I was.â
You glanced at the backseat, furrowing your eyebrows slightly, âI donât think youâre gonna fit in there, though.â
Bradley glanced down between the two of your bodies at the semi straining against his denim shorts, furrowing his eyebrows, âItâll fit.â
âI meant that I donât think youâll fit in the backseat, Bradshaw.â You whispered, watching his features change in realisation. He rolled his eyes playfully, âI knew that.â He didnât. You giggled as he peppered kisses along your chest, his hands still massaging at your breasts.
He glanced over his shoulder into the backseat and clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he realised you were most likely correct. He hummed, swinging the door open, pulling you closer against his body and wrapping his arms around you as he stepped out of the bronco.
âWoah â careful! Where are we going?â
You pressed your fingertips into his shoulders as he carried you around to the front of the vehicle, setting you down on the hood. You let out a breath, steadying yourself back on your palms, studying him, âAre we really gonna do this out here?â
Rooster lifted your chin, âScared weâre gonna get caught?â He teased, pressing his lips to yours. He pressed both palms flat against the hood of the Bronco on either side of you, rutting his hips forward against yours. There was a soft breeze between the two of you, his warm hands a stark contrast to the chill in the air.
âFuck it.â You breathed, feeling him smile against your throat as you tugged at the buttons on his Hawaiian shirt. He halfway helped you, shrugging it off of his shoulders and letting it fall into the dirt. Then his lips are on your again, his hands on your waist, pulling you against him. His kisses became less uniform. It becomes more desperate, uncoordinated and messy by the second as neither of you can hold yourself back anymore.
There had been other people in between but Bradley had ruined other men for you a long time ago. You had been waiting for this for a while.
One of his hands slid down your neck to hold you by your throat, not squeezing but just resting there, while the other remained steadfast on your hip â you find yourself shivering at the feeling of how big and strong they are, how youâre left entirely up to his mercy.
You could feel his erection, straining against his denim shorts as he rutted his hips forward against your clothed core. You breathed out hard, whimpering softly as he pulled away, kissing your chest, then your stomach as his hands worked open the button of your own shorts.
You lifted your hips for him to pull the material down your thighs, eyes twinkling as he glanced back to you, âDamn. I had my fingers crossed for the superman panties.â
You bit your lip. It wasnât your fault â Bradley had just been your best friend, you werenât planning on hooking up with him on that day. You had been wearing blue underwear with the superman symbol on the ass, which Bradley had found hilarious.
âThese work, though,â he tugged your hips to the edge of the hood, crouching between your legs and pressing a kiss to your clothed core. He brushed the tip of his nose against your clit through the black lace, âYeah, I like these.â
You giggled, sliding your fingers into his hair, spreading your legs for him. His finger tips pressed into you, his new trash stache tickling your skin as he grazed his teeth across the inside of your sensitive thighs.
If there was one thing Bradley had always done, it was tease you. Whether it was about your perfect grades, your low tolerance for alcohol or your superman undies. Today was no exception. His lips were everywhere except where you wanted them the most.
âBradshaw, I swear to god,â You breathed, gripping a handful of his hair. âTouch me or lose me forever.â
He chuckled softly, his warm breath fanning out across your core, making you squirm. âYes, maâam.â He obliged. His fingers nudged the lace to the side and swiped two between your folds, teasing at your entrance.
You took a deep breath, arching your back up off of the hood as he slid two digits into you.
âGod damn.â He murmured, kissing your hips, working his fingers in and out of you gently. âYouâre so fucking wet for me.â
He curled his fingers expertly inside of you, making you jolt against him.
âMissed me this much, huh?â He pressed his mouth between your legs, clasping his lips around your clit, pressing his tongue flat against you. You whined, your fingers curling against his scalp.
âMissed your cock.â You admitted playfully, rolling your hips down against his tongue. His left hand held your hips down against the hood as his fingers drove deeper into you, curling up against your g-spot, making you moan for him.
Rooster glanced up at you from between your legs, groaning gently. You looked fucking ethereal. Eyes closed, fingers covering his over your hip, your other hand on your breast.
âBe a good girl and cum for me and Iâll think about letting you have it.â He kissed your thigh, putting his mouth to work between your legs again as soon as he was done talking. You let your head fall back against the hood, writhing for him.
You licked your lips, breathing hard, âDonât stop.â Bradley was happy to comply. You were in heaven, having a man who knew how to listen between yours legs. He didnât speed up, didnât slow down, just kept thrusting his fingers deep, curling them and working his tongue against your clit. His other hand rested across your pelvis, holding you down against the hood nice and still for him.
If it wasnât for that grip, you wouldâve been a wreck.
âFuck, Iâm so close.â You admitted, lips parted as you stared up at the orange sky. Sunset. Of course he had brought you here at sunset. You moaned, blinking hard at the clouds over head, your fingers knotting in his soft brown hair.
Bradley kept up exactly what he was doing, coaxing you up to the edge and taking you straight over it. The clouds overhead were replaced by a blinding white, desperate moans spilling from your lips. And he still didnât stop. You cursed, pushing yourself up on your elbows, trembling.
âB-BradleyâŠâ You breathed, finally earning yourself a reprieve as he stood up between your legs and pressed his lips to yours. You could still taste faint spearmint on his tongue, the rest of it was all you.
You pushed yourself off of the hood, standing before him, trailing your fingers along the lines on his bare stomach. He was still so tall. You kept your eyes on him as you popped open the button of his denim shorts. He was silent, lips toying at a smile as you dragged the zipper down.
He raised his eyebrows at you, wetting his lip with his tongue, knowing exactly what you were waiting for him to say. His eyes were on you, daring you to ask him. You didnât have to. His cock had been straining at that denim for long enough that he was willing to beg without you having to ask.
âPlease.â He whispered.
Your lips curved up into a smile. Something about this decorated pilot, one of the best in the world, standing taller than you, asking so politely for you to suck his dick was so satisfying.
He swallowed, watching you kneel in front of him, tugging his shorts and boxer down enough to free his cock. You grabbed the back of his thigh with one hand, wrapping the other around his shaft, your eyes on him as you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, ending by wrapping your lips around the tip.
âFuck,â He breathed, his thumb stroking at your cheek. âWhoever taught you how to suck dick was a fucking genius.â It was him.
You couldnât help but pull back, laughing as you looked up at him. He shot you a wink, resting his palm on the hood of the car just past your head and taking his lip between his teeth as you wrapped your lips around him again.
It didnât take a genius to suck a dick, but you had to admit that Bradleyâs method had gotten you plenty of compliments over the years. You pressed your fingertips into his thigh, blinking tears back from your eyes as you slid him further into your mouth.
Bradley took in a sharp breath, groaning softly, âHold on, holy shitâŠâ
You pulled back, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb and rising to your feet. He pushed you hard against the bumper of the car, slipping his arms around your body as he kissed you.
âI want you inside of me already.â You whispered, craning your head back as his lips assaulted your neck. He grabbed your hips, putting you up on the hood again, pushing the black lace between your legs to the side, his fist at the base of his cock as he lined himself up between your legs.
You winced slightly as he pushed the tip into you, his hand gripping the back of your neck, his lips pressing against your temple.
âYouâre so fucking tight.â He whispered against your ear, his breath making you tremble. You considered explaining to him that in reality he was just fucking huge. You whined at the feeling of him stretching you out, leaning back on your palms and hiking your legs up around his waist.
Bradley let out a hard breath as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressing tight against yours. His eyes watched the space between you as he rolled his hips, agonisingly slowly in and out of you. You took your lip between your teeth, sighing gently in relief as your body adjusted to the feeling of him.
âBrad?â You spoke tentatively. His warm brown eyes flickered up to you and you almost melted. You gulped, shaking your head as you remembered your original point. âIâm not made of glass.â
Bradley nuzzled the bridge of his nose against your jaw, thrusting unbearably slowly as he kissed your cheek,
âHoney, if you want me to fuck you like a whore then you have to ask.â
Your lips parted in surprise. He had always had a dirty mouth but you hadnât ever heard this from him. He felt your walls contract around him, his hand guiding your hip as he continued his delicate thrusts.
He looked up at you again, his eyes seeming darker this time. He raised his eyebrows at you expectantly, stilling his hips all together this time. You shivered.
âI-IâŠâ Your cheeks flushed with heat, âI want you to fuck me like a whore.â
Always one to please, Bradley pulled out and flipped you over, tugging your ass back against him. He buried himself deep inside you once again in one swift thrust.
âFuck!â You whimpered, hiding the head in the crook of your elbow. Rooster peppered kisses from the nape of your neck to the base of your spine, giving you just a moment to recover before dragging himself back and plowing forwards into you once again.
You flinched as Bradleyâs hand came down on your ass, moaning into your elbow.
âYou look so pretty taking my cock like this, honey.â He murmured, dragging his lips across the the middle of yourïżŒ back, his hand massaging your reddened ass cheek.
âOhmyfuckinggod.â You mewled pathetically. You cried out again, moaning softly for him each time your hipbones slammed against the hood of the car.
Bradleyâs hand roamed up your back, tangling in your hair and scooping it up into a makeshift ponytail. You gasped as he tugged at your roots, pressing his bare chest against your back, exposing your neck to him as his lips assaulted your throat.
You arched your back, gasping desperately as his cock thrust even deeper into you, brushing your cervix. You cursed, doing your best to meet his thrusts, pushing your ass back against him. Rooster grunted softly, the noise reverberating in your ear drum and sending chills through you.
âTaking it so well for me, baby.â He whispered, kissing your neck.
His other arm tucked around your waist, holding you still as he rutted into you. Rutting was the only way to describe it. There was something so animalistic about the way he fucked.
He pulled at your hair, tugging you closer against his chest, snaking his hand between your legs. Your eyes fluttered closed, practically going limp in his arms for a moment. Until your hips slamming into the hood again brought you back. They were for sure going to be bruised as shit tomorrow. You would have to swap your bikini for Ashleyâs one piece for sure.
âYou close, baby?â Rooster whispered, his voice gruffer than it usually was. You nodded feverishly, whimpering as he finally released his grip on your roots, his hands sliding down to both grip your hips. Bradley grunted gently against your shoulder, his hips stuttering as they hit yours.
You jolted, placing your hand over his on your hip and gripping it as his other hand helped you over the edge once again.
âW-Wait- wait, you should probably pull out.â You stumbled over the words, barely remembering your own name as he drove your pelvis into the metal hood one last time. Bradley breathed hard, kissing your jaw, his cock twitching inside of you, âWhatâs wrong?â
You shook your head, âNothing, I just got an IUD a couple days ago and IâŠâ you paused, still trying to catch your breath, âI donât know if itâs effective yet.â
Bradley hummed, pressing his lips to your jaw and then your temple, âWhat? â You donât think Mav would be too stoked about me making him a grandpa?â He teased, thrusting once more, making you gasp.
âYouâre an idiot.â You giggled, pushing your hips back against his. He grinned, turning your jaw and leaning over your shoulder to kiss you, rutting his hips forward against you.
You felt his hips stutter again, his soft breaths in your ear becoming faster.
âFuck, okay â where do you want me to cum?â He whispered, his forehead resting against your shoulder. You made a nonsensical whimpering sound, resting your head in the crook of your elbow again. He could feel your legs against his, trembling.
You whined again as he pulled out sharply, gasping as you felt his cock brush against your ass cheek, warm ropes shooting across your ass and lower back.
He stayed there for a moment, groaning as he kissed your shoulder, before shaking his head and standing up right.
âHold on one sec,â Bradley seemed much more coherent than you did as he walked around to the still open drivers side door. âHere you go.â
He walked back to you, chuckling softly to himself as he wiped off your back, âShoulda taken you back to your friends like this, think they wouldâve found it funny.â
You pulled your underwear back up correctly, grabbing your shorts off of the hood and pulling them back up your legs. It was at that point you realised what Bradley had balled up in his right hand as he buttoned his shorts with the other.
âIs that my shirt?â
Bradley glanced down at the now absolutely unwearable item in his hand, then looked back up at you, somewhat guiltily. Then he grinned, âSorry. Here, you can wear mine. Iâll make it up to you.â
You glared at him playfully as he handed you the Hawaiian shirt he had been wearing and tossed your shirt onto his backseat. He shot you a wink, taking a step toward you an pressing his body against yours.
âSo,â He tucked your hair behind your ear, those warm brown eyes setting in on yours again. âBetter than the first time?â
âI dunno, Bradshaw,â you gave him a smug look over your shoulder as you walked over and slid into the passenger seat. He followed you, climbing into the driverâs seat. âMight have to try a third time for some more conclusive results.â
Bradleyâs lips quirked up into a smirk as he turned the keys in the ignition, âWell in that case, I only live a couple minutes away.â
âI have to meet my dad early tomorrow morning, so I canât be walking funny.â
Bradley laughed as he turned out of the clearing on the cliffs and headed back down to the main road. He shook his head, putting his hand on your thigh, shooting you a wink, âIâll take it easy on you, honey.â
You scoffed, pushing yourself up on your knees and leaning over the centre console, pressing your lips to his neck, âI never asked you to do that.â
Bradley tilted his head from side to side, pretending to evaluate, âMaybe not. But I did notice that you forgot how to talk English for a little bit back there,â he teased, âso in the interest of preserving that big, smart brain of yours â Iâm thinking maybe next time I shouldnât fuck the language right out of you.â
You giggled against Bradleyâs skin, trailing your fingertips along the inseam of his shorts until you reached his crotch. He bit the corner of his cheek, still grinning from his previous joke, his heart speeding up slightly as you stroked him over the shortsz
He took his lip between his teeth, shifting in his seat, parting his knees further to give you better access.
Lips pressing firmly to his throat, fingers dragging his zipper down agonisingly slowly then popping open the button on his shorts. Bradley groaned, pushing his head back against the headrest, rutting his hips up into your hand.
You worked your palm against his length over the denim as he pulled up to a red light. You hummed softly, turning his jaw towards you and pressing your lips to his. Bradley stiffened suddenly.
You pulled back, eyebrows furrowed as you looked him over. He was looking past you, lips parted slightly. You turned slowly, centring yourself back in your own seat, pulling your knees up to your chest as you followed his line of vision to the motorcycle stopped beside you at the lights.
Maverick looked between the two of you.
Rooster in the driverâs seat, his hair damp and falling messily across his forehead, sitting shirtless and his eyes wide. Then you. Wearing Roosterâs missing shirt, dirt on your knees, your hand still on his crotch.
Rooster slapped your hand back into your lap, swallowing hard. You winced as your father called you by your name. Your full name.
âDrive.â You demanded, slipping down in your seat. Rooster did a double take at you. He hadnât realised that was an option.
âWhat?â
âDrive.â You demanded, watching the light finally turn amber. Bradley pressed the gas pedal down into the floor, eyes straight ahead.
âHeâs going to rip the brakes out of my fucking plane.â He breathed, pressing his hand over his mouth. âI am so dead.â
You shook your head, âNo⊠maybe he wonât be that mad. Weâre both adults now, you know?â
Rooster glanced up into the rear view mirror, âYeah, heâs following us.â
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For Old Times Sake | Pt. 2
Just a short Drabble on the events that occur after Part 1 takes place <3
Warnings: Some angst, strong language and violence. Straight domestic bliss + fluff at the end.
âŠ
âJust drive to the Hard Deck.â You had said. âHe canât cause a scene there.â You had said.
Rooster thought back to you saying that as he now stood with his back to his truck, the only thing standing between him and getting his ass kicked was you.
You were standing between him and your father in the middle of the parking lot, trying to mediate.
âBradley, could you just wait inside?â you sighed, âI just need to talk to my dad.â
âYou move one inch, Bradshaw, and Iâm gonna knock you on your ass.â Maverick spoke past you, pushing against your hand on his chest. Bradley pursed his lips, nodding slowly and pushing his hands into his pockets. He was suddenly painfully aware of the fact he still wasnât wearing a shirt.
âYes, sir.â Bradley muttered, avoiding your gaze as you shot him a glare.
âDad!â You scolded, âJust⊠calm down. This - look, this isnât a big deal.â
âNot a big deal? Not a big deal,â Maverick pushed your hand off of his chest, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a step back. He began to pace as he considered what you had just said. Rooster considered making a run for it, instead just letting out a sigh and leaning back against the car. âItâs not a big deal that a kid I practically raised has been sleeping with my daughter?â
Rooster sighed quietly, that was a cheap shot. Even if his dad was alive, Maverick would still want to kick his ass right now â showing up to a couple of his baseball games as a kid in place of Goose didnât change that.
âHow long as this been going on?â Maverick seethed, stopping in his place finally.
âJust once.â
âOnly twice.â Rooster answered at the same time as you. You closed your eyes, sighing softly. You didnât even have to turn to look at him to know he was wincing at his mistake.
âWell what is it? â Once or twice?â Maverickâs voice was beginning to raise, making Rooster all the more nervous. He glanced back over his shoulder, relieved that those inside of the bar hadnât noticed what was happening outside yet.
âAlright,â You breathed, taking a step away from Rooster and towards your dad. âIf I explain you have to promise not to freak out.â
Maverick scoffed, âI donât think youâre in the position to be making bargains. Just spit it out already.â
âWe slept together in high school one time, that was it, until-â
Your father wasnât listening anymore. Roosterâs eyes widened at the change of expression on Maverickâs face. He considered running again, more seriously this time. He didnât like that look.
âHigh school?â
You winced, knowing that that yell wouldâve definitely been heard inside.
âDad, letâs talk about this somewhere else, please.â You sighed, pushing your fingers up into your hair.
Maverick lurched forwards, going around you. Bradley stumbled as he leapt out of the way, grabbing your arm and holding you in front of him. He knew your father wouldnât lay a finger on you, even when he was this mad.
âHigh school? Are you fucking kidding me, Bradshaw?â Your father snapped, âUnder my roof? I trusted you to look after her!â
âIt wasnât under your roof!â Bradley answered, like that would make things any better. You looked back at him, exasperated. Your father seethed.
âWhat was it? - In the car again? â yeah, what a fucking gentleman!â
âIâm sorry, Mav,â Bradley sighed, stepping out from behind you and towards your father. âIt wasnât like that though. She was my best friend, you know that.â
You looked between them, sympathising with the genuine look on Bradleyâs face for just a moment. Just a moment, before your fatherâs fist smashed into the side of his eye socket.
âDad!â
âHoly shit, Mavâs beating up Rooster!â One of the pilots called out from the doorway to the bar behind you, making a group of them rush out in time to see Bradley picking himself up off of the floor.
âDad, stop!â You complained, pushing your father back and standing between him and Rooster again. Rooster pressed the base of his palm into his eye, squinting at Maverick. You already knew he was going to have a black eye tomorrow at the awards ceremony.
âIs that Mavâs daughter?â You heard one of the pilots ask from behind you.
Maverick seemed to have gotten it out of his system now, breathing heavily as he stared at Bradley, shaking his head in disbelief.
âWhy is this the first time Iâm hearing about this?â Maverick whispered angrily, now more aware of the growing crowd of his colleagues on the front porch of the Hard Deck.
Bradley rolled his eyes. He had apologised, he had taken a hit â he wasnât sure how much further he was supposed to let Maverick go. So, he bit.
âI mean,â You cringed as Bradley began to speak again. You just knew from the tone of his voice that he was over this conversation and ready to put Maverick back in his place. âIs there ever a good time to tell a man you took his daughterâs virginity?â
There was a lingering silence. Broken by someone that Bradley would later introduce you to as Hangman, a fellow pilot, as he giggled, seemingly thrilled by this confession, âHoly shit, Bradshaw.â
Bradley moved out of the way as your father lunged for him again, successfully dodging this time, even with his left eye beginning to swell shut.
âAlright, thatâs enough,â You stepped forwards, grabbing your dad by his wrist and looking him in the eye, deadly serious. âI mean it, Dad.â
âDonât, Y/N â Iâm mad at you too.â
âI donât care.â You retorted, rolling your eyes at the macho act your father was putting on. You had seen that man cry at the movie My Girl more times than you could count. Maverick furrowed his eyebrows, taken aback by your bluntness. You hadnât spoken to him like this since you were an angry teenager.
âFrankly, dad, I could fuck the whole navy,â The pilots behind you found this particularly hilarious. Bradley chuckled softly at your side. A few hoots came from the crowd until Maverick glared at them. âAnd it still wouldnât matter what you think. Because Iâm not sixteen anymore. You missed your chance to be mad.â
Maverick opened his mouth to retort, interrupted, âYou could put him in the hospital and it wouldnât change the fact I slept with him.â
âTwice.â Rooster added, his lips quirking up slightly, still amused by your earlier comment. You elbowed him, driving the crook of your arm into his bare ribs.
Maverick was silent for a moment, swallowing hard and glancing at the audience that had formed. He straightened up, keeping his chin high. A muscle in his jaw ticked.
âAre you done?â He asked gently.
âFor now.â You answered. Rooster looked between the two of you. It had never been more evident where you got your stubbornness from.
Maverick nodded, glancing between the two of you, âWell. Iâll see you both for dinner before the ceremony tomorrow, and you can explain to me what the fuck you two are thinking.â
You sighed softly, knowing that that was as good as it was going to get. So, you agreed and ended your little show in the parking lot. The next day, you and Bradley did attend the event together.
Bradley picked you up from your hotel in the Bronco, handed you back your freshly cleaned shirt. You had met your dad at a restaurant of his choice near the waterfront.
The three of you got through dinner by pretending. Bradley pretending he didnât see Maverickâs flash of guilt when he saw the purple and swollen mess that Bradleyâs right eye was. Maverick pretending he didnât want to dive across the table and hit him all over again each time Bradley draped his arm around your shoulders. You pretending like you didnât know exactly what they both were doing.
You made it through the next few months of your relationship with Bradley the same way. All details of your relationship were on a strictly need to know basis regarding your father â he didnât need to see PDA, or hear about your lovey dovey dates.
Your name was also a banned topic at work. After Maverick had once heard two of the pilots talking about how jealous they were of Bradley, the rule began that the next person to say your name in his presence would do 500 pushups.
Things with Bradley just worked. For a few months, he drove up to LA on all of his days off, or you flew down to San Diego whenever you could. Then, after thirteen months of just dating on the weekends, your office gave you the opportunity to move down there, and thatâs when you began living together.
Your father didnât take that one well. However, he did take the news of you two moving in together much better than he took the news that followed that step. Bradley hadnât even wanted to be there when you told him, he was so worried. He had stood in the doorway to the living room as you had told your dad that you were pregnant, ready to bolt at the soonest possibility.
Yeah, your father hadnât taken that news well at all. But, they say that people humble with age and for Maverick, that was definitely true. He might have given Rooster somewhat of a hard time, but he was more than there for you for your entire pregnancy.
On the day that your child was born, Maverick and Rooster had hugged each other so tight, both of them shedding tears during their first time holding them. After that, Grandpa Mav and Rooster were pretty close buddies again.
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youâre my ecstasy || bradley âroosterâ bradshaw
summary:Â you try your best to sneak around your overprotective helicopter brother, hangman. one day, you show up with a hickey and he canât help but grow suspicious. cue detective jake seresin as he tries to get to the bottom of how the hell you couldâve ended up like this :)
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warnings: a liiitle bit of spice, hangman being a dad brother, rooster being perfect as always :) this fic is bound to make you laugh!
a/n: requested by anon! i hope you like it <3
Being Hangmanâs younger sister had itsâ perks. It meant extra special treatment from the boys, because you poor, poor thing, it must be so tough dealing with that rascal (Fanboyâs words, not yours). It meant being best friends with Phoenix, as you were the only other woman on base.Â
ButâŠit also meant having a beefy, 6â0, helicopter parent of an aviator hovering over you 24/7. You were one of the only living family members Jake still had, so it was in his nature to be protective. He couldnât help it.Â
He was especially rough on you when it came to your love life. You kept insisting that youâd never get attached to anyone for as long as you lived, but all those plans fell flat when yoursâ and Roosterâs paths crossed on one fateful Monday. You walked into the Hard Deck bar and locked eyes with him. He bought you a few drinks, taught you how to play Balls of Fire on the piano and win at pool, and the rest was history.Â
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Helping Hand (Bradley Bradshaw x Pilot!Reader) 18+
Synopsis: Reader is a pilot who has just gotten out of a shitty relationship and is complaining at the bar about her bad experiences in bed. Lieutenant Bradshaw is more than happy to lend a helping hand.
Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex. Alcohol. (no excessive drinking / drunk sex). Strong language. Mature themes.
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