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Rooster : You sure baby?

Y/N : Positive Lieutenant!

Rooster : Ok!

*later Penny serving some hot fries*

Y/N : Looks good...

Rooster : Yep!

Y/N : Smells good...

Rooster : *munching happily*

Y/N : You love me right?

Rooster : *pushing plate over*

Rooster : *big bear groan* That woman!

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After all those years | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Part 2

So this is part two of the request I got from @annagraceevanss I hope you like it! I don't know how or why this turned into a Christmas story... guess I'm just in the mood and ready! Enjoy !

Here's to part one

The following days have been pretty intense and also a bit weird. Bradley showed up at your place practically every day. It‘s not that you had anything against it. It‘s just really weird that after still quiet a few years he is still there for you. Ok yeah, he promised he would be. But now that he actually is, it feels kind of weird. Usually he checks in with you in the early morning. It‘s mostly a „Good Morning Honey“ text message. It was probably after the third message that you knew, that you never want him to stop with these messages. They just give you a wonderful start in a new day.

A normal day starts with you laying in bed, contemplating if it‘s worth for you to stand up and face either a stressful or an empty day. Either of them would end up in the same way. You would be rolled up in your bed again, crying your eyes out. Fame and success really broke you. What you imagined to be an amazing and interesting life only turned out to be a life full of loneliness and pain. Not only did you lose yourself, but also everyone that you ever loved. Coming back home was just an attempt to feel again. To feel anything but pain. You missed your dad, you missed your friends and you missed Bradley.

It‘s Monday. Not only that though. It‘s Christmas and for the first time in a while you get really excited for the day. Seriously, you haven‘t felt something like that for years. Bradley took the day off because he promised to bake some cookies with you. You lay in your bed and grab your phone immediately, just to find a new morning text. „Good Morning Honey!“ The classics. „Hope you had a good sleep and that you‘re well rested! You‘re gonna need all of your energy for some serious baking. See you in a bit and don‘t forget to wear it!!!“ You can’t help but let out a small giggle. Of course! He bought you one of those stupid Santa hats. He insisted on you wearing it during the baking. „Good Morning Lieutenant! Will do sir! Well rested and ready to bake some serious cookies!“ you reply with a big smile on your face. Yeah! You‘re smiling!

You spend the morning with showering, eating breakfast and talking to your dad. As you sit at the table with him you notice how he looks at you right now. It‘s that weird dad smile. „What‘s up? Why are you  smiling at me like that?“ You ask with an amused chuckle. „You‘re smiling. You haven‘t been smiling like that when you got here three weeks ago. That makes me happy.“ He explains with another warm smile on his face. As you think about the reason behind why you‘re smiling like this you can‘t help but blush. „Oh I know who got you smiling like that darling. I‘m glad that you two get along again. I was worried that you both wouldn‘t find together anymore.“ Your dad is not one to judge who you are with or who you blush for but little do you know that he always shipped you and Bradley. Maverick trusts him and so do you. Without getting further into the topic you both just sip your coffees contently. 

Around 10am you finally hear the door bell ringing. Well, it‘s more just for your information. Since Bradley comes over daily he just lets himself in. „Ho ho ho!“ he calls out, making you roll your eyes as a small giggle escapes you. „Shut up Rooster! It‘s too early for you to be too loud!“ Your dad whines, making you grin. Mav is right you know? You really do smile and laugh more. The past three weeks around Bradley and your dad really showed you, that there sure is love and happiness. But it‘s not on big stages, private jets or fast cars. It‘s right here. Home.

„Oh cmon Mav! Merry Christmas!“ Bradley yells as he makes his way over to you and your dad. You turn to look at him, biting your lip as you take in what you‘re getting right now. A handsome, damn good tanned tall man. He‘s wearing one of those stupid red Hawaii shirts with reindeers, his aviators still on his nose and the damn Santa hat with elf ears. What?! „Goodness gracious Roos!“ you giggle softly at the sight of him. „Merry Christmas to you too Santa!“ You grin as he lays his hand on your back, leaning down for a tickling kiss on your cheek. You love the feeling of his lips against your skin with his mustache scratching, almost teasing you gently. The hellos and byes are honestly the best because you get to feel his lips on you.

„Excuse me missy! Where the hell is your hat?!“ Bradley asks shocked now that he realized that you are not wearing it just yet. „I‘m sorry Roos, it‘s itchy!“ You whine and give him some puppy eyes. „Nu-uh, don‘t look at me like that now. Put it on! You promised!“ he exclaims and gives you one of those navy pilot looks. You pout them grab it and put it on. While you are still pouting, Bradley grins widely and wraps an arm around your shoulders. „Much better!“ He grins down at you while you look up at him. That‘s when Mavericks takes a picture of the both of you. That‘s just seconds before something weird happens. „You look super cute. Thank you for wearing it.“ Bradley says before leaning in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Yeah, you two cuddled before. In moments where you just laid in bed, unable to get up, he was just laying with you and holding you close until your tears ran dry. He never said a lot. He either laid with you in silence or he let you talk. He hasn‘t ever been in a situation like yours and he got the credo, that you better say nothing if you don‘t understand the matter of the situation. And you were glad about that. You don‘t need someone that gives you shitty advices. You just need someone that can be there for you. You just need Bradley. Anyways, since when does he kiss you any other than hello and bye?

Bradley doesn‘t give you the time to think about how sweet and loving that situation just was. „So, are we ready for some cookies?“ He asks and pulls his hand away, dragging it along your back for as long as it‘s possible to him. „Yes we are.“ You say and give him an honestly excited smile. „Well, you two have fun. I will go and help Penny with dinner. You two better not be late tonight. No presents for the both of you if you‘re late!“ Maverick says before getting up and making his way to the front door. When he‘s gone you grin and turn on your bluetooth speaker. „We have to get in the mood!“ You say as you grab your phone then put on your favorite Christmas playlist.

You and Bradley spend most of the day with baking cookies and fooling around. The hours are filled with laughing. You really feel so happy, no single trace of sadness. Bradley gives you so so much. He just enjoys spending the time with you just as you do too. „You got something there!“ He says and suddenly you feel a gentle smack on your cheek, followed by a wet sensation. „Bradley!“ You squeal out as you realize that he just smacked you with some sticky cookie dough. „Oh you just wait!“ With a giggle you grab a fist full of flour, throwing it straight into his grinning and unaware face. He gasps, which only makes him cough. „That‘s what you get when you mess with a Mitchell!“ You giggle and watch him wipe his face. „Oh really? That‘s what I get?! What else could I get then?“ He starts to smirk, obviously starting to play a game. 

„Tell me honey. What would I get if I did this?“ He asks and makes his was over to you slowly. He looks like a tiger, ready to jump on his weak prey. A predator that only has one thing in mind. Attack.  How can a man be this sexy by only staring at you? You gulp as you watch him closely. „What are you doing Bradley?“ You ask with your voice shaking slightly. Not that you‘re nervous or anything like that. Nope, you‘re just really turned on right now. „Well, I‘m doing something that I have been wanting to do for a long time.“ His voice is deep and raspy. It sends goosebumps down your spine immediately. Suddenly he stands in front of you, your hips pressed against the counter behind you. 

„You know how I always wanted to be near you. How I always wanted to spend all my free time with you. But you left and I had no chance to show you how I really felt.“ His hand comes up to your cheek gently stroking your cheek as he looks deep into his eyes. Is that lust you‘re seeing there? „Well, I‘m here now and you can show me, don‘t you?“ You ask, your voice almost just a whisper. A smile starts to spread on his face as he takes in your words. You‘re not rejecting him. The thing he was scared of the most is now nothing but a silly thought anymore. 

„Tell me little one. On a scale from one to ten, how ok would it be if I kissed you right now?“ He asks as his hand makes it‘s way from your cheek to the back of your neck. His body is now basically hovering over you. You can feel the heat of his skin warming you up like an oven. His scent makes it‘s way into your mind and memory forever. „Just fucking kiss me Bradshaw!“ You breathe out, ready to take whatever he is about to give you. Bradley looks down at you, his smile wide as he finally leans down and crashes his lips on yours. You close your eyes as you feel both, those soft lips and that tickling mustache. Bradley knows how to take care of you as the kiss starts off slow and innocent. He tries to find the sync in your both movements. It obviously doesn‘t take him that long. It‘s like you haven‘t ever kissed anyone but him. Your lips start to move, no! They start to dance with each other. Hello shivers!

He needs more and you can clearly feel that now. His body presses you fully into the counter, covering you in flour after your pervious actions. You grab the fabric of his Christmas shirt, needing to get a hold of something before your knees give in. You part your lips, granting his tongue the access it has been demanding until now. How can someone taste so good? It makes a little moan slip your throat. As response you get a deep and almost wild groan. Bradley is enjoying this just as much as you do. After what feels like only a second he pulls back,  both of  you kind of out of breath. You open your eyes and look up into his beautiful, now really glowing eyes. Both your hearts racing as you stand there still pressed against each other. „Merry fucking Christmas Honey.“ he whispers before your lips meet his again. This is for real a very merry Christmas.

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are you taking requests???!! if so can you please do an imagine where rooster and y/n grew up together (her being Mavericks daughter). They fell in love in high school but broke up due to her moving away to peruse her music career. when she comes home she runs into him and she is a party machine and an absolute mess. he helps her get through her depression and loneliness from the fame and they fall in love again for good. i know this is a lot and i would write it myself but i suck at this lol. i hope this is not too much to ask.

After all those years | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Here you go love! It kind of escalated since it became a 3k+ thing so I hope you still like it! I might come up with a part 2 of it since I would love to go further with that story and since I didn't fulfill your request fully yet. Thank you for the great idea! Let me know if you like it. X

Here is to part 2

So, this it. Here you are again. You stand in front of your dad’s house, a guitar in your right hand and a suitcase in your other. Maverick knows that you are coming home. Christmas is coming up in like three weeks and you use that as an excuse to come back. Sad at all that you need an excuse to go home. The place that will always be your home, no matter what. Anyways, you walk up the stairs to your dad’s house and knock on the door.

In the moment you’re waiting for him to open up, you start to reflect on what has been going on in the past few years. Right after high school you moved to New York. You left the sandy and warm San Diego because you got a chance. A chance to be somebody. One sunny afternoon you got the call. A talent scout discovered you while he was on a vacation right there. Back then you and your closest friends were gathered around a bonfire at the beach. Who would have thought that you singing some old country songs while playing the guitar would have brought you straight into the top 10 of music charts just weeks later? In the matter of a blink your life changed. Your face was plastered on every bus, every light sign and on every damn magazine that was sold in the streets. As the thoughts flow you can feel the anger and the insecurities of the past three years rise.

“There she finally is! Hi darling!” Maverick rips you out of your thoughts, bringing you back into reality. Your empty eyes starting to fill back up with emotions that you mastered to fake over the years. “Hey dad. So good to see you.” You say and set the guitar down so you can hug your old man with one arm. His hug feels nice and warm. Something that you haven’t been feeling in quiet a while. “It’s even better to be seeing you again little one. Come in!” With the biggest smile your dad grabs your guitar and walks in. You follow him, your smile dropping a little bit as you’re not willing to keep the good mood up. What for after all? Being here is nice but it still not quiet yet what you thought it would feel like.

You can tell how happy your dad is now that you are back home. You came here once in the past few years. Usually, you have been on tour and Maverick came and visited you if he got the chance to. Since your mom passed away you tried to avoid big holidays anyways. It’s just not the same without her. You wonder if dad feels the same way about it. You should probably ask him some day. Right now, he seems to be happy though and that’s all that matters. If you can’t be happy yourself, then at least someone else you really care about should. “How was your flight little one? Tell me about it.” He speaks up as he gets you a cold beer from the fridge. He didn’t forget about your favorite.

The rest of the day passes with you and Maverick sitting together in the backyard, sipping a beer. Two. Three. Maybe four. By the end of the night your dad gets all sleepy and kind of even giggly while you don’t even feel the beer yet. You mastered the drinking, and it surely needs a whole lot more to get you into a tipsy or drunk state. “Ok pops, time for you to go to bed. Let’s get you upstairs.” You say and smile at him then stand up. “How the hell are you still standing tall without wobbling around missy? Am I getting that old?” He slurs slightly, followed by a laugh. “Yeah, it’s probably that.” You chuckle and shake your head, patting your dad’s back as he stands on his own two feet now.

As soon as you got him to lay down you walk into your old room. It still looks like the day you left. Your bed, your desk, hell even your damn Twilight poster! Your dad is really bad at accepting changes. Or he’s just too lazy to change anything about this room. You decide that it’s time to unpack your suitcase. You’ve lived out of it for way too long now. As you open up your closet you are surprised by all your clothes that you wore back then. Oh wow, even that ugly pink jeans jacket. Who the hell told you back then that this was cool? It actually makes you something like smile. Well, the corner of your lips twitched a bit but that’s really it. Something else starts to catch your eye though. Under a pile of hoodies, you spot it. The shirt that you probably wore the most back then. With a bit of shaking hands, you reach in and pull it out. Bradley’s high school hoodie.

It feels a bit unreal but there it is, right in your hands. Pictures of him start to flash before your eyes, moments of happiness and love. A storm of emotions breaking loose in your heart and then… darkness. A feeling of someone grabbing your heart and squeezing it until it almost bursts. How can a stupid hoodie do this to you? How can this rather lame piece of clothing make you regret all your life choices? Because that’s exactly what’s happening right now. Can you cope with it? Probably not anymore tonight.

Bradley and you were high school sweethearts. He was the most handsome guy at school, at least for you. But not only that. He was your best friend. With Maverick and Goose being best friends you both were practically glued together from the beginning. Playdates turned into real dates; hugs turned into kisses. And best friends turned into strangers at some point. Bradley made you happy. Probably the happiest you have ever been in your entire life. You wanted to grow old with him. Share every single happy moment with him. But then you got the call from New York. Bradley was so in love with you back then that he would never ever have stopped you from chasing your dreams. He knew how badly you wanted to sing and play your guitar on the big stage and so he let you go. You both have always been honest with each other. You both were well aware that he could not follow you. He could not walk that road with you while he was chasing his own dream of becoming his dad’s exact clone. The day you stepped into the plane to New York, you stepped out of his life. To make it less hard for the both of you, you both decided not to contact the other anymore. HOW STUPID COULD YOU BOTH POSSIBLY BE?!

While the flashback washes over you, you don’t notice that you laid yourself down onto your bed. You hold the hoodie close, trying to smell him again. But let’s be honest, no fairytales here. His smell is just like him… gone and out of your life. Whose fault is that? Of course, it can only be yours. You left him behind for money and fame. For a life that only you thought would make you even happier than Bradley did. How pathetic. The life you dreamed of only gave you loneliness, sadness, and emptiness. It took away from you what you loved the most. Your family, your friends and Bradley. You’re alone again, laying on your bed. You’re used to this but tonight it feels even worse.

You spend the next few days catching up with your dad. He shows you around, does the household with you, somehow even distracts you. He sees that you’re not ok. He sees that you’re struggling and that you’re going through something. But in the end, he’s your dad. He’s worried about asking you. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you more. What if it’s just because you miss New York so much? Or touring? What if you have a secret boyfriend that you’re missing. He knows his daughter and he knows that you would speak up if you wanted to share something with him. Anyways, Friday comes up and your dad has the wonderful idea of taking you out to the Hard Deck. He thinks it would be the best if you maybe met Penny again or maybe even Rooster? Well, Bradley… Rooster… whatever! Mav told you all about him and by now you must know the whole story about how amazing of a pilot he became. How he fulfilled all his dreams. Even that stupid mustache his dad wore was a hot topic.

So, there you are, walking into the Hard Deck with your dad. The bar didn’t change a single bit. It’s still decorated the same way as it was back then. You remember how you and Bradley hung out together, drinking Penny’s “special” iced tea. Maverick knew about it, but he never let you know that he knows. As you look around you can spot some naval aviators. How is that a thing to be showing up in their uniform? Do they think it’s sexy or something? You couldn’t care less though as you make over to the bar, a small smile forming as you see Penny. “Oh my goodness! Is that you Jess?!” She exclaims as soon as she spots you. “The one and only!” You say and chuckle softly. Some people that have heard her turn around and look at you. You are famous, yeah but people don’t really show interest in that, and you couldn’t be gladder about that. Last thing you need is attention right now.

After some small talk with Penny you sit down by the bar. She pours you a drink and smiles. Finally some good stuff for your soul and mind. You need to let go and to forget and you will tonight. Your dad soon gets distracted so you’re sitting there, kind of your own. It fives you the time to look around the bar. At some point you can hear howling and cheering coming from the pool tables. You roll your eyes a bit at that childish behavior. But then you spot the reason for this outburst. There he is, walking in as if he ruled the world. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw walks into the bar, his stupid aviators on his nose and a smirk that probably makes many girls faint. Wait… why are you getting mad at him now?

Is it the scotch? Is it because you suck at feeling excitement? You don’t know it, but you can’t help it and just stare at him. The boy grew up. He’s not a boy anymore, no. He’s a man, a pilot and holy shit he looks good. You have his face in mind. The face you left behind at the airport back then. Now that face changed and oh no, it’s staring back into yours. You have no idea what kind of expression you have right now, but it clearly doesn’t stop him from walking over. “Well, well, well. Look who found their way home. How are you, Mitchell?” Bradley says with a smile once he reaches you.

Seriously? Mitchell?! How dare he call you by your last name after all those years?! After all those feelings?! “Good to see you, Bradshaw.” You mumble and look at him before taking a long swig of your drink. “Seems like your dad forgot to tell me that you came back.” He says and you can only nod, not knowing how to handle this situation right now. “Yeah, I guess he’s getting old.” You say and look down at your drink, clearly not feeling comfy right now. “I guess so.” He chuckles and smiles down at you. His name is being called from the pool tables, so he excuses himself and just walks away. What in the whole wide world is going on right now?

This is kind of too much. Him just basically ignoring you while being in the same room as you are. You wish that he did something. You wish he came up to you and talked to you. But no. He’s focused on his game, girls surrounding the group of pilots. This is just hard to handle so you do what you do best. You drink. A lot. At some point you start to let loose. You start to laugh, talk to other people. Hell you even start singing and dancing with strangers! At this point you let the alcohol rule you, just like you used to do. Always.

The next morning you wake up in your bed. You don’t know how you got here or how you changed into your leggings and sleep shirt. You sit up, trying to remember what happened last night but there’s nothing. Just Bradley and his stupid Hawaiian shirt. Your head is pounding but at least you don’t feel sick. You just feel as if a truck hit you while you stood against a wall. As you turn your head you spot a bottle of water and an Advil on your nightstand. Right next to it a little note. “This will help for sure. Take your time. I’m waiting downstairs. B” Your eyes widen. Bradley is here and he’s waiting for you. Why? What happened last night? You’re confused but you gladly take the meds and the water. Once you gathered up your thoughts you stand up and step in front of the mirror. Your makeup is everywhere on your face and your hair looks works than a night on a roller coaster. You try to fix the mess quickly, just wanting to look decent for when you meet him downstair. You’re nervous but somehow also happy that Bradley is here. Here for you.

When you’re all done and fixed up you make your way downstair. You remember your dad talking something about being gone for the day so you’re pretty sure you and Bradley are alone right now. You finally spot him, laying on the couch with… a blanket? Did he sleep here? You bite your lip, not knowing what to do to distract him from his phone. You then clear our throat a bit, making him look up immediately. “Hey! Good morning, Y/N. How did you sleep?” He asks and smiles, sitting up on the couch. He looks a bit sleepy actually. His hair is mess and somehow there’s still the mark of the pillow on his face. “Good, thank you. What about you? Have you been sleeping here?” You ask, not hiding the confusion now. With a smile he nods. “Yes, I have. You have been so drunk last night I just couldn’t leave you all to yourself. I brought you home and Mav told me he wasn’t here today, so I wanted to stay and make sure you are alright.” He explains himself and you just listen. His voice is a bit deeper. It’s strong and warm. You could listen to that voice forever. “Well, thank you.” You say and smile at him. “Come sit down, let’s talk.” He says in a worried kind of way that now makes you listen up. Why is he worried and caring now?

You walk over to him and take a seat, keeping some good distance to him though. “What happened last night? I don’t really remember much.” You say and smile bite your bottom lip as you look up into his eyes. “Well, you partied, I guess. Hard. Really hard. You danced with some old dudes, you sang some weird songs, and you almost started a fight with a chick.” The last part makes him chuckle a bit. “Really? Why did I want to start a fight?” You ask now really curious since he thinks it’s funny. “She asked me for my number, and you told her you’d burn her hair off if she didn’t get lost immediately.” He reports with a happy smile on his face. Your eyes widen a bit. “Shit, Bradley I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin anything for you.” You say and shake your head, getting mad at how stupid you must have acted. “Don’t worry about it. It was kind of amusing.” He says but then his smile drops. “Not like everything else that happened.”

You frown and look up at him, not really understanding but you are sure that he will explain himself now. “I took you out to the beach at some point, knowing you needed some fresh air. We sat down on the sand, and I had to hold you close to me to keep you warm since you were only wearing that piece of nothing. Anyways, we started to talk. You did actually as I was just listening. You told me about your life.” He says and the pressure on your bottom lip got stronger.

“You told me about your career, how unhappy it makes you. You told me about your depression and the urge to find something that makes you whole again. Then you told me about us. How you missed me all those years. How my hoodie messed you up a few days ago. And most of all, you told me how much you needed help.” Your eyes widen and you can feel them burn up from the forming tears. “Bradley I’m so sorry. This is not how I wanted it all to be. I didn’t want to tell you all this.” You say, your voice small and quiet. The guilt is almost dripping off you. “Hey, don’t apologize to me. I’m glad that you did. Even if you left and even if it’s been five years now, you’re still my best friend. I still care about you, and I really missed you just as much as you missed me, even though you won’t admit it now.”  With that he moves closer to you, almost closing the gap between the both of you. “I’m here Y/N. You gave up on so many things and you have been struggling bad. I know it’s crazy and we only met again but please, let me try to help you. I want to get you out of the mess you brought yourself into.” His words are sincere, and you can tell that he is dead serious about it.

“I don’t know if I can let you do that Bradley. I’m a mess. I can’t be fixed.” You say and look up at him, his lips forming into a little smile. “I fix aircrafts. Guess I can fix you as well.” That stupid cocky joke actually makes you smile. “How about we start with a breakfast and talk some more? Just you and me. No more alcohol.” He offers and you nod your head, not hesitating for a second. “A breakfast sounds nice.” You smile up at him. “And this time, I won’t run away anymore. I promise you that.”

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What's cookin? | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Just imagine... Bradley x wife!reader (I'm sorry the gif is not perfect... just ignore the 200 boys and girls in the background)

Cooking can be so boring. Some days you stand in the kitchen, chop your veggies and stir your pasta. You put the sauce in a pan and wait for it to heat up. These are the nights where you just hang in your thoughts and wait until it’s all done so you can finally eat and stop that grumbling in your stomach. Not so when your husband is around though…

Bradley just came home from work and hopped under the shower. That’s something he always does first thing when he comes home, which you really appreciate. That man can sure be smelly after a hard day of training, flight exercises and aircraft fixing. Anyways, as you hang in your thoughts again, already having started on dinner, you can suddenly hear your boom box getting connected to a phone. A smile creeps onto your lips because you exactly know what’s about to come.

Soft music starts playing in the background as Bradley walks down the stairs, a big smile on his face. “What’s cookin good lookin?” He asks with that cocky smirk that always makes you giggle when it comes along with a weird pick-up line. “Well not much yet lieutenant, I’m still on chopping.” You say and smile widely. With a chuckle he walks over to you, eyeing you up and down. “Mmh well then mrs. Bradshaw, I’m sure you won’t mind if I do this.” He says and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you flat against his back. “No, I think I don’t mind at all.” You say with a gentle smile on your lips. “Good. Cause this is just the beginning.” He says softly, almost whispering in your ear.

His hands slowly move forward on your arms, making their way to your hands where he makes you lay down the knife you are holding. As he does so you can feel his lips slowly trailing down your neck, his mustache tickling you which makes you giggle softly. With a chuckle Bradley pulls back and makes you spin around to face him slowly. “We could make this cooking session here much more interesting you know?” He smirks down at you and winks, just like he always does when he’s in that flirty mood. “Oh, can we? And how do you want to make this more interesting my love?” You ask, not noticing how the song is actually coming to an end. Suddenly there it is…

The beat drops and one of Bradley’s favorite happy songs starts to blast through the kitchen. Rick Astley’s voice starts to echo through your house and with his also your husband’s. “Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down!” Bradley grabs your hands and makes you move around, probably moving your arms around like a lost chicken. “Cmon honey! Sing with me!” He calls over the loud music, making you laugh as you start to match your movements with his, if that’s even possible. You wait for the best moment to get into the song. His smile couldn’t be wider in that exact moment.

You both sing and dance along to this song, almost forgetting about dinner. But let’s be honest, both of you couldn’t care less about that right now. You and your husband just share a moment of pure happiness. No worries, no bad vibes, just living the moment. No matter how hard Bradley’s day was, he always wants to make sure that he could make the most of your evening. The handsome lieutenant that uses to be so hard and stern all day is now dancing and singing in your shared kitchen, making you now also smile wider than you probably ever did. How could you not be in love with this man? He is for real the best thing that has ever happened to you and he reminds you of that over and over again.

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Early Sunday Mornings ¦ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Just imagine...

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

It’s Sunday morning as you open your eyes. There’s light coming from the window. You can hear the rain hitting the glass. It’s not the only sound that you can hear though. There is a soft snoring coming from right next to you. Sometimes you wake up and feel like you’re still caught in that dream you were just having. You regularly dream of a pilot. The pilot that somehow managed to make his way into your heart and your brain. Until the present day you don’t know if it was the smile or silly jokes, maybe even that weird Hawaiian shirts that made you fall in love with him that fast. Maybe it was just all together?

However, there he is, laying right next to you. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw is laying next to you on his back. His naked torso resting between your mattress and the blanket that covers everything from the hips down. After last night’s activities you didn’t bother to get dressed again. Why though when he loves to cuddle you all undressed? Skin to skin is what he loves to do the most. Of course, you would never ever complain about that.

With a smile you move closer, laying your head on his shoulder carefully. You try not to wake him up as you scoot closer to your still sleeping boyfriend, but you need to feel him close again. The hours of sleep that separated you two have been too many. How cheesy, right? Still, you can’t get enough of him. You need to touch him, you need to breathe him in, and you need to feel that all this is indeed real.

As you are caught up in your thoughts about how much you adore the man next to you, you don’t notice him shifting a little bit as well. With a deep hum escaping his throat he moves up his arm, laying it on your back just to pull you closer to him. “Good morning honey.” He mumbles with his eyes still closed, body slowly stretching to get the stiffness out of his bones. “Good morning handsome.” You whisper and look up at him, watching his every move.

A small but yet so handsome smile spreads across his face. Oh, how he loves when you compliment him. “I’m sorry for waking you up. I didn’t mean to. I was just getting a bit cold.” You whisper as your hand reaches up, gently stroking his smooth cheek.  You love how he immediately reacts to your touch, leaning into your hand without a second of hesitation. “Don’t worry about it darling. I love waking up to you being close to me. Even more now that I realize you’re still naked.” That soft and innocent smile turns into a mischievous smirk as he pops one eyes open, making you chuckle.  

His whole body starts to move. To give him some space you lay back, only to find out what he’s doing. He moves to get on top of you slowly and you can tell that he’s still tired. After last night you know that you’re both still satisfied so what’s to come now is even better. Bradley lays down, his head slowly sinking onto your collarbone. His strong body is pressing you into the mattress as he relaxes, and his weight is giving you the comfort that you need so badly. Your arms wrap around his shoulder automatically. This is something you love. He’s strong, independent, an animal if you want so… but yet here he is, craving the comfort only you can give him with your arms around him.

Your fingers gently run through his hair, playing with those curls that show up whenever he went to bed with wet hair. With your free hand you rub his back, pressing your nails into his warm skin just gently. You can feel how he shivers under your touch. A smile spreads across your lips and you can’t help it, you have to lean in and place a soft kiss on his head. In moments like this, where no one is talking, you feel how much love you hold for this man. He’s the one you want to be with, stay with, for the rest of your life. And don’t worry, he will make sure that you two will stay together.

“I love you so much Bradley.” You whisper into his soft hair as you close your eyes again. How could anything be more perfect than this exact moment? Sunday morning and the world is alright.

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Being a mom ¦ Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

This is just a little something that came to my mind. No warnings. No bad vibes. Just enjoy and dream on with me. 

Bradley Bradshaw x wife!reader 

Wordcount : 900

Being a mom could be really hard sometimes. As soon as your eyes opened up in the morning, you knew that your kids would do anything to fill your days with laughter, worries, even some anger every now and then. You and Bradley wanted to have kids. That was a fact that was clear to the both of you the moment you met each other. Everything happened to the right time at the right place after all. You married the love of your life and three years later you welcomed your oldest to your growing family.

Nicholas “Baby Goose” Bradshaw was his daddy’s whole pride. Of course you had “Grandpa” Maverick having your son called Baby Goose and your husband loved it. At least they let you choose the name of your second born. Rosie “Birdy” Bradshaw was the princess of the family and the ultimate daddy’s girl. She was attached to Bradley since she first opened her eyes.

Your kids are now 6 and 4 years old and since you’re a stay home mom they spend most of their time with you. Don’t get me wrong, you love them with all your heart. Being without them for longer than the amount of sleep you get at night is torture. Can you imagine how Bradley must feel while he’s at work? But there are days where it’s just all too much…

The coffee ran out this morning, you put a red sock into the white laundry, your baby girl lost her favorite stuffie and goodness gracious you promised to buy the dino shape nuggets, which you forgot. Nick and Rosie are all clingy and whiney, something that you don’t really like but hey, that’s just what happens when you got kids, right? You try your best to entertain them. You play games, make funny faces, try to make up the forgotten dino nuggets… but nothing really helps to lift the draining weirdness of that exhausting day. All until the door opens in the late afternoon.

“Where’s my family at?!” You can finally hear your husband’s strong and deep voice. A wave of relieve washes over your body while your heart skips a beat. “Daddy!” You can hear both your kids call out happily, followed by the cute sound of their quick footsteps on the pavement. You walk over to the door just to watch the scene you love the most. Both kids are already up in your husband’s strong arms, their giggles filling up the house as Bradley peppers their cheeks with quick pecks. These are the moments that are worth every crying, every sleepless night and every worry. “Have you two been good for mommy?” Bradley asks and smiles widely at his beloved little ones. “Yes! Mommy say we getting ice cweam daddy!” Rosie says happily. “Yeah! She said we just have to wait for you, and we did now!” Nick says proudly and looks at his dad. Bradley can’t help but chuckle. “Good thing I’m home then.” He says and lets his both kids down. “Just excuse me for a second, ok? Gotta say hi to mommy as well.” He explains his kids then looks up at you.

The moment your eyes meet, Bradley can tell that it was a long and probably exhausting day for you. He walks over just to pull you into his arms. “Hello mrs. Bradshaw.” He coos as his hands move from your waist to your back. Your arms immediately find their way up around his neck. “Hi handsome. Welcome home.” You can’t help but smile. Whenever your husband comes home, he makes sure that you feel how much he missed being with you and having you in his arms. With a smile he leans down, his lips gently pressing onto yours. He knows not to put too much pressure onto your lips or else you would complain about his mustache once again. He’s well aware of how much you love it though. It wouldn’t be your husband if he wouldn’t wear it.

“I’m glad that you are home now.” You admit to your husband as you play with his hair. “Mmh I can tell my love. Why don’t you go grab your book and sit outside until I prepared dinner with the kiddos? It’s pizza night anyways. You deserve that break.” He says and smiles down at you. No matter how long his day was or how hard the training would have been, Bradley is always there for you when you need him the most. “And then you can thank me for that later on. Let’s say around 9pm?” The smirk he’s giving you now can only make you giggle, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. You just nod your head and kiss your husband once again before he pulls away from you.

“Ok so last one in the kitchen is a little snail!” Bradley calls out and grins happily as squeals erupt from behind him. “Daddy you a wittle snail!” Rosie calls out from the kitchen happily once the kids both arrive there. “Oh boy, lost again!” With a wink in your direction, he walks over to the kitchen to join your kids. With a loving sigh you watch them for a moment before you make your way out to the backyard, finally getting that well deserved break.

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Rooster : Give it back.

Y/N : What are you talking about Sky Chicken?

Rooster : Just give it back!

Y/N : But what?!

Rooster : My heart! *flashing THAT smile*

Hangman : I'm gonna throw up. *gags*

Fanboy : Did she just call him Sky Chicken...?

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Y/N : oh my God! These pilots are so hot!

Phoenix : Uh... *looks at the boys confused*

Phoenix : Did you hit your head kid?

*the boys flexin. Smirking. Cheering. Howling*

Y/N : I was actually talkin about Formula 1 pilots.

Hangman : HOW DARE YOU?!

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Y/N : Babe you should think about...

Rooster : No.

Y/N : But I haven't even...

Rooster : I said no!

Y/N : BRADLEY!

Rooster : WE ALREADY HAVE TWO KITTENS!

Y/N : I was going to say puppy *pouts cutely*

Rooster : *big sigh* get in the Bronco!

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Hey roleplayers! =)

Im looking for someone to RP with. Im an Italian girl that lives in Switzerland. My grammar isn't the best but Im trying and learning =) I've been playing for over 10 years now.

I like both parts to be happy so usually I play myself but then I also have a second plot where I play whoever you want me to! (I do my best if I dont know the character or series or whatever) I only do first person doubles. I prefer writing in present. Also Im into 4-5 liners to keep it doable =)

An example :

I frown “baby if I wanted a model I’d go get a model.. I don’t want a model.. they’re stuck up and rude.. I want you.. you’re kind, smart, fucking gorgeous, bad ass..” I say and sighs

“Every full moon we have to hide.. if we don’t and we end up seeing the moon we lose control and our mermaid takes over. All she wants is to be in the water. But if we go in the water we usually create chaos..” I say

So the first part is mine and the second would be yours =) I usually keep the RP in one chat but we could discuss that.

Im in love with Jensen Ackles and Dean Winchester so I will probably always want my RP buddy to play him.

I have a full time job but Im very active. (I would tell you if not)

Im active on Whatsapp, iMessage or even Kik and Discord. If you dont want to play anymore jush be honest. Dont ghost me. =) Im also into 21+ LGBTQ+ and dark drama. But hey.. text me and we get to know each other <3

If anyone is interested just message me here :) have a great day!

[sirfrogsworth]

(Sound is very much required on this one.)

Sometimes food is so darn tasty you gotta sing its praises.

AWOOOOO! 

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🥰🥰🥰♥️♥️♥️😍😍😍

[mrs-bonbon]

Loki: *is wearing an all black suit*

Me:

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Oh boy...

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Awe man I was gonna order them but then suddenly... *handsome man not included* 😭 I thought this was my chance for only $24.99 !!

[helpimanspnfan]

It’s Friday!!!!

[supernatural-addiction-hotline]

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Damnit Santa...

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This made me laugh so hard 😂

[textsfromthe-impala]

Submitted by:  moonigaming