Could you write something about Rooster and reader where she works at Penny’s and he gets jealous cause of Hangman or another aviator flirting with her(or maybe just another guy?) Idk I trust you;)
Mine (Bradley'Rooster'Bradshaw X Reader)
Word Count: 2742
TW: alcohol, jealousy, sorta suggestive
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(Y/n) had worked at the Hard Deck since way before Penny Benjamin had taken it over. She'd worked there since she was seventeen- she was very used to getting hit on by pilots.
She had been out with a few initially- which her parents didn't like, because almost all of these young men were much closer to twenty five than her own age- not they necessarily knew that. She let them assume whatever they wanted about her age. But nothing ever came of these relationships. She found them all arrogant, self centered and out of touch.
She liked them- Hell, they were all pretty to look at, and a conversation or two was fine, but anything else was just off the table.
Well- that was until Bradshaw.
The deciding factor was that she didn't meet him in the bar.
She met him in the parking lot- which doesn't sound that big of a change but made all the difference.
She'd been bringing in some crates of new glasses she'd been to collect from the wholesalers, there were five of them in the trunk of her car and they were heavy- but manageable.
"Hey-" She heard someone call out. She looked up and saw a guy about her age, with a neat moustache, jogging toward her across the lot, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and with his sunglasses slipping down his nose a little. He waved and called out again.
"Hey- Can I help you with that?" He asked, slowing to a stroll as he got close enough not to shout and pushing up his glasses.
"Hi- Uh-" She thought for a second. "Yeah- please do." She smiled and motioned to the trunk. "Grab a crate and follow me." He nodded.
"Yes, Ma'am." He gave a warm smile which honestly made her twitch.
She heard the clinking of the glasses as he picked one of the crates, with a fair amount of ease.
"I've seen you before?" She questioned as she turned and pressed her back against the side door. "You're a pilot?"
"Yeah- only been here a couple weeks though." He nodded.
"Oh- sure." She shuffled an old broken brick, which they used as a doorstop, over to the door with her foot, to prop it open. "You're one of the Top Gun students then?"
"Yeah-" He gave a nod again.
"Right." She turned again and lead him inside and to the bar. "Just put em' down here." She motioned and put down her own box.
"Right." He spoke and didn't falter to do as instructed.
"You good for another one?" She asked and he just smiled and nodded.
"You worked here long then?" It was his turn to ask questions.
"Oh yeah- since I was a teenager." She smiled as they made their way back to the car.
"And you like it?" He asked.
"Oh yeah- We get all you millitary types in, but that's alright, I've learnt how to deal with you." She teased. She didn't usually talk like that but she thought he was good-looking and at least quite polite.
"Oh- You get some of the rough ones in then, huh?" He laughed.
"Loads of em'." She nodded and picked up another crate. "You don't seem so bad though?" She asked.
"Thank you- I think. But no- my mother raised me to be better than that I hope." He raised an eyebrow.
She laughed and nodded, walking away with her crate.
Quite quickly the pilot picked up a second crate and came after her.
"My name's- Bradley, by the way- or Rooster." She spoke as he caught up.
"Nice to meet you- Rooster." She smiled over her shoulder at him. "I'm (y/n), no official alternative." She joked.
"I like that name-" He nodded.
"I'm glad, because I'm stuck with it." She laughed.
"Well it suits you." He smirked as they reached the bar once more. "Do you want me to get that last one?" He asked as they both set down their glasses.
"Oh- um, yeah- If you wouldn't mind." She nodded and fumbled around her pockets looking for her keys. "Here, if could close the trunk and lock it too- It'd be much appreciated." She smiled and held out her keys to him.
"My pleasure Ma'am." He nodded and turned on his heel.
"Thank you." She mumbled and made a mental note to say it properly when he got back.
Wow- She definitely had a rule against pilots, especially ones who drank here- but she liked him.
She shook it off and started unloading the glasses and putting them away, and serving the few people who were in there- since it was the early evening and they'd been open about an hour, but between her and her co-worker, who was busy washing glasses at the other end of the bar, they got through serving very quickly at this time of night.
Rooster appeared again with the last crate, which he put down with the others and put down her keys on the bar for her.
"There you go- locked and loaded." He grinned at his own joke whilst (y/n) just rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Thank you- I presume you were here for a drink?" She asked and he nodded, sitting down at the bar in front of her. "Good- I can give you one on the house for your help then." She gave a small, twitchy smile and started pouring him a beer.
"Thanks-" he spoke, taking a long sip from the glass as she handed the drink to him.
"So- you waiting for someone?" She asked, suddenly feeling she should just take the chance, it wouldn't hurt after all.
Rooster shook his head.
"Only my classmates- but they're running late so I got down here early." He explained. "Good thing I did, eh?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah-" She spoke a little meekly.
And that was it. That was the start off a casual, on-off relationship that lasted the entire way through his time at Top Gun.
Until the last night.
The final day after graduation, all the graduates decided it would be a good idea to go- in their full uniforms and with high spirits, back to their usual hangout one last time.
There had been a sadness between (y/n) and Bradley for the past while- knowing he'd be leaving soon, but they looked past it.
Tonight he was a weird mix of ecstatic and strangely morbid- now having surpassed his father's achievements. He didn't have any family there to celebrate with- and that was a little off putting- but he was happy all the same.
They all walked in- and there she was- as per tradition, as she always was, behind the bar.
She heard the noise of the rabble as they came through the doors and looked up from pouring.
The lot of them- glossily suntanned, grinning and brushed up in their full dress uniform. It was quite a sight. Rooster looked particularly good.
"Congratulations-" She grinned, handing over the beer she had been pouring to it's recipient, who quickly slunk away as the bar was soon surrounded by airmen.
"Since It's your graduation- I'm allowed to give you all one drink each- on the house. The rest you'll have to pay for." She grinned and a cheer went up.
She started tapping open bottles and pouring for each of them, and then paused as Rooster made his way to the front of the crowded bar.
"Hey sunshine-" He spoke- his nickname for her spilling out happily. She liked his nicknames.
"Hiya- how you feeling?" She asked with more of a grin than a smirk on her face. This uniform suited him well, almost better than his usual Hawaiian shirts and aviators.
"Ah- good, you know- just looking ahead." He smiled, and looked like he was gonna say more, but didn't.
"That's good- Congratulations, stud." She teased a little, but meant the sentiment.
He laughed and shook his head and she passed him his usual drink.
"Thank you." He smiled.
(Y/n) moved down the bar, getting to serving the rest of the graduates.
"Hiya, Sweets-" She heard, and looked up to find Hangman leant on the bar and staring at her with a cocky smirk on his face. She had spoken to him many times, he'd hit on her a little but she'd shut it down like she did with (almost) everyone else. She actually thought he could be quite alright despite his arrogance, and got on okay with him. She was used to pilots like that.
"Hi." She smiled politely. "I'm only putting up with that because it's a big day for you all-" She laughed.
"What?" He cocked an eyebrow as she poured for him. "But you are so sweet lookin'- I just can't help myself."
"Thanks-" She shook her head and laughed, in a good mood and willing to put up with it, though making no attempt to knowingly encourage it.
"No- I mean it." He smirked.
"And I believe you." She nodded and handed him his drink.
Rooster looked down the bar and spotted them talking- that stupid look on Hangman's face. He rolled his eyes and then caught a few words of what passed between them.
"Since it's a 'big day'-" Hangman repeated the phrase she had used. "Can't I buy you a drink, Sweets- a goodbye present?" He asked, holding out a couple notes folded, between his pointer and note fingers.
She hesitated and raised an eyebrow at him.
Bradley found himself, not angry, but highly uncomfortable and certainly jealous of his classmate. I mean, they weren't a couple, not officially, but people knew that they were involved. Hangman especially knew, he made fun of Bradley all the time for it. Still- he didn't feel he had the right to intervene. He just watched as she finally took the money and put it in her pocket.
She paused for a second and laughed. Hangman hadn't left the bar, so she beckoned him closer.
"Since you've been so persistent- and since you're leaving- and even been nice enough to buy me a drink..." She laughed, not even thinking about it. "I guess you can have one thing-"
"Oh yeah?" Hangman asked, curious.
"Yeah- come here." She couldn't help but giggle and Hangman leant forward. She pecked his cheek and ruffled his hair up. It was more playful than anything else.
He just laughed. He knew she was just taking the piss out of him- he could take that. He got the message.
"Alright- thanks." He rolled his eyes.
"Fly safe." She laughed at him and nodded, punching his arm lightly.
"Yeah-" He smiled at her and was pulled away by some of the other graduates.
She looked up and down the bar, still with a smile on her lips and shaking her head at the pilot's antics.
She spotted Bradley staring, and immediately realised that he'd seen her indulging Hangman's flirtation.
She initially didn't think anything of it. They'd not really talked about what they'd do when he left- she assumed he didn't care so much.
But he looked dejected by it, when he saw her notice him, he looked away quickly, trying to hide it. There was a sort of disgruntled surprise about him.
The smile fell from (y/n)'s face. She breathed deeply and put one back on as she finished serving.
About ten minutes later, she was mainly done with the pilots and other regulars- there weren't many needing served, and her co-worker was managing it. She decided to go and grab something from the storeroom out back. She crossed the room and pushed through a door. She flipped the light on and went to a shelf, looking through for what she wanted and tidying a little.
It was only a minute she could have been in there before she heard the squeak of the door.
She turned, her co-worker wouldn't leave the bar unattended- they weren't irresponsible.
She looked up to find Bradley.
"Hey?" She asked, confused.
He said nothing, just moved to her and put a hand on her waist, the other to the small of her back- his fingertips pressed forcefully into her skin.
She flushed as he looked down at her.
"Rooster-" She stuttered and spoke under her breath- a little taken aback by the usually polite and courteous pilot's behaviour, but not put off.
"Don't flirt with that ass-" He spoke, his voice deep and words slow, a little desperate, almost moaning, and then pressed his lips hungrily to her neck and collarbone.
She flushed pink and squirmed- not because she was uncomfortable- quite the opposite.
"I wasn't flirting-" She whined, making sure he knew she didn't want him to stop by grabbing ahold on that pretty uniform of his and pulling him closer.
"Looked like you were-" He spoke into her, a low sort of growling tone to it. She shook her head.
"Mmm- No..." She almost whimpered, which he could feel through her, as he kissed her and held her tighter, lifting her shirt slightly and his fingertips tracing under the edge of the waistline of her jeans. She slid her hands up to his cheeks and guided his kisses up her neck, until she could kiss his jaw sloppily.
"You sure about that?" He spoke slowly as her hands settled on the nape of his neck and shoulder, then graduated to kissing her lips. He could taste her vanilla lip balm and the drink she had picked up with the money.
Cherry coke.
She nodded and smiled as she kissed him back, dug her nails into his shoulder and pushed her body against his.
"You-" He spoke, pulling away just breifing before kissing her again. "You're mine." His voice was still desperate, but now equally commanding, knowing, deep and growling. It was a statement, not a question.
After another few seconds, he pulled away. He looked at her right in the eyes- observed her chest heave up and down as she got her breath back, the pinkness spread over face and body, the look on her face that begged for more, he felt her tight grip on him- and smirked.
He pulled away without another word and left her flustered and turned on in the store room.
Jealousy really was a beast.
She turned and grabbed what she had needed, or what she thought she needed, she didn't really remember at that moment, and ran a hand through her hair before returning to behind the bar.
She was stunned, didn't speak a word for a moment.
She heard the music stop abruptly, the jukebox unplugged.
"One last time? For old times' sake?" She heard him ask cheerily to his classmates. There was a cheer. He sounded so calm, so normal and cheery- like he hadn't just done what he had.
Quickly she heard the opening lines of the song she knew so well now.
She quickly left the bar behind her, and was wading through the crowd.
He wasn't getting away with it.
He wanted her to be his? Well he could certainly have that. He wanted other people not to hit on her- well then they better know about it.
She slowly got through the crowd, and just at the right moment- just as he finished the piano bit and reached the penultimate verse.
'Kiss me baby!' He sang, and turned his head for a second to the crowd who surrounded him. He saw her and smiled.
He leant down and kissed him, cupping his cheek in her hand. One of his hands left the piano and sat breifly on her waist, before pulling her in and onto his lap and returning to the keys.
'ooh- that feels good baby!' She sang with the crowd as she pulled away from the kiss. Impressively he'd not stopped playing, but was sat with a smirk on his face and just couldn't sing.
'Hold me baby!' She put her arms around his neck and grinned, looking at him as he looked right back up at her. 'I wanna love you like a lover should! You're so fine! So kind! I wanna tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine!" She laughed and sang, throwing her head back as the crowd cheered.
They sang the last verse together, and finally at the end- as a cheer went up, she pulled him in for one, proper, soft kiss. A real lover's kiss.
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