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a/n: please note, i’m not currently taking any hc requests at this time!! <33

i hope you enjoy the below!! 💌

Being the adopted child of Maverick and Charlie, you naturally always knew of Bradley. You weren’t a pilot yourself but you grew up around them.

After everything was resolved with Bradley and Mav, you started frequenting the Hard Deck and Dagger Squad nights out a lot more. That’s how you got to know Jake, Bob and Natasha.

It was a lovely Sunday Morning in sunny San Diego. The lights were streaming in through the curtains. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace was currently curled around her favorite man. She snuggles closer into her husband, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. As the light gets stronger, she shifts and wakes up. “Mmm. Bradley. What time is it?” She asked as she shifted awake in his arms. It felt so good to let her hair out for the day.

Bradley let out a deep groan as he stirred to check the clock. “It’s 10:15 AM baby.” His voice was deep and husky of course. He chuckles and kissed her jaw before getting up of course. He wrapped a blanket around his waist and went to pee smiling. He looked at his wife and smiles. “Just as gorgeous as the day we met.” He cooed to her.

~flashback 4 years ago, Hawaii~

Bradley Bradshaw was sitting in a bar off the base in Hawaii. Being set back had taken a tool so he went to go grab a drink. After sitting at the bar he growls at the dark haired woman before he sighs. “I’m sorry for that behavior. I’m Bradley.” He said to her. “Natasha.” She replied and smiles politely at him. “You aren’t used to it yet are you?” She asked him. “Not really no. I got held back. But it’s not ok for me to dump my life story. I at least owe you dinner.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, sick of men hitting on her. But for once, the cheesy 70’s porn mustache and Hawaiian shirt kinda worked. He apologized to her and offered her food. Why not? He was cute. “You are on.” She smirks.

~flashback ends~

Bradley smiles as he looks at Natasha remembering how they met for the first time. He thought she was too hot for him and look what happened. When he saw his wife’s soft gaze, he smiles at her. “God I am so glad I met you when I did. You fixed me Tasha. And I’m thankful everyday.”

Natasha laughs and smiles. “I’m glad I could change your life my darling husband.” She smiles and also laughs as she drinks her coffee. “I’ll never regret ever saying yes to you. I love you Mr. Bradshaw.”

“And I you, Mrs. Bradshaw-Trace.” He smiles and leans forward kissing her. If only they knew that the ghosts of Carole and Nicholas Bradshaw were watching them. They were proud of their son and all he had, friends, family, and a love like theirs. That’s all they wanted. Today was a good day. One of the best Sundays to date.

#natasha trace X bradley bradshaw

My goodness, my sweet! Thank you so much. You've really been there for me these last couple of weeks and I can't thank you enough 🤍. This just adds to the list of sweet things you've done for me and I absolutely love it.

But have I ever mentioned how much I love "Better Man" Nat and Brad Brad. They are just adorable and I know not everyone likes them together, but in this series, they are fucking adorable. And the fact that you've added to their story 😍😙!

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Okay, but not only is Brad upset by being set back a couple years, but he's at a new base in Hawai'i which should have been heaven. But the poor man was severely jet lagged and hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep during this first week.

His bunkmate snored horribly and that was on a good night, on a bad night the 20-something man talked in his sleep. While it had been funny the first and maybe second night, by the third Brad was over it and truthfully he had made his way to the beachside bar just so he didn't have to see the guy any sooner than absolutely necessary.

Now the fact that the bartender had slipped right on past Brad twice for the pretty little thing down on the far end of the bar, even after Brad vocally asked for another instead of the small tip of an empty beer bottle he usually had to do. Left him pushing off from his current position and heading over to her side of the bar.

The site of Brad's face must be grim as the bartender straightens up from his relaxed posture chatting up the woman. His elbow knocks against the poor girl's arm as he tightly demands the refill. His head dips only popping up at the sight of the woman shifting, gazing at him with a harsh look of distaste.

The sight of her watching him makes his cheeks flair and he can't help but to feel like an absolute dick. How had the first interaction he has with a beautiful woman in Hawai'i been on that he made himself look like a complete ass?

“I’m sorry for that behavior." His hand rakes through the unruly curls, before he gives her a sheepish smile. "I’m Bradley.”

She glance's from his eyes to his open awaiting palm, before sighing with a smile and settling her hand in his. “Natasha.” She replied and smiles politely at him.

She does a quick sweep of his figure taking in the pristine uniform and the tired look in his eyes could only mean one thing. A small laugh slips past her lips as she gives him a cheeky smile. “You aren’t used to it yet are you?”

Her tone is teasing and it takes her eyes flashing down to his wings before Bradley realizes just what she talking about. A small grin that's finally at ease settles on his face as she hides her smile behind the beer she sips on.

“Not really no. I got held back." His tone drops and he coughs lightly in hopes to not lose the flirty banter that had been passing between the pair.

"But it’s not ok for me to dump my life story." She nods in agreement, taking that cue that he was trying to lighten the conversation again.

"You most defiantly shouldn't be doing that," she smiles again at him her tone airy and before slipping the aviator glasses from the breast pocket of his shirt.

The sight of her cheekily grinning at him, has Brad moving that inch closer that causes Nat's head to dip back to follow his eyes. She leans into him slightly, hand settling on his chest as a smile laugh falls from her lips and causes her head to dip back even farther when Brad winks in the most exaggerated way.

His hand finds home against her cheek, and his thumb rubs against her cheek gently. Before popping the glasses off the bridge of her nose and settling them back on his.

"I at least owe you dinner.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, sick of men hitting on her, used to their hump-and-dump tactics. Though some about the one in front of her has her regular decision wavering. The cheeky grin that he gives her seals the deal and for once, the cheesy 70’s porn mustache with the faded Hawaiian shirt worked.

He was cute and he apologized to her. While adding on the offer her food. Why not? Even if he did turn out like the others, at least she was getting dinner out of it. “You are on.”

She smirks, slipping from the bar as she makes her leave. Bradley stumbles over his words momentarily watching as the woman he thought was gonna be it for him, leaves after she had just said yes to a date.

A small laugh falls from her as he gets more flustered, and her dress flares out around her as she turns. Though before she leaves, she gives him a final glance over the shoulder and a wink of her own. "Don't worry flyboy, you'll be seeing me sooner than you think."

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Hello love <3

I'm sorry to hear that

On top of my head:

1) I'm not drunk is a light hearted, cute fic by the amazing @fayes-fics

I have more fic recs here and here, categorised.

And I'm gonna be shameless now and recommend my own fics from my masterlist.

These are my top picks for the funniest, fluff fics I've written so far:

1) That's my wife! Benedict fluff

2) Strawberry kisses Benedict fluff

3) 'Make ugly face on count of three' prank with moon boys

4) The Unicorn sticker

5) To kiss or not to kiss

6) I accept in cash and kisses

Perhaps some scones, yes? I can make some if you’d like.

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