❛ c’mere, you. ❜ and rooster if you don't mind! xo
Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x reader
“C’mere, you.”
thanks bestie 💞
For as big as Bradley’s bed is, you wake up--and go to sleep--with him wrapped around you every time you sleepover.
And for as close as he is, he still somehow manages to steal the blankets.
This particular morning is worse than usual.
Bradley’s got the whole duvet and both blankets you’d stacked on top, on his body. All you’re left with is the measly sheet, and you’re shivering. The fall chill seems to make its way through the cracked window more than it normally does.
You groan, shoving at his big shoulder, frowning when he doesn’t move a muscle.
“Hey B,” You say, louder than you need to. “Wake up.”
Now he groans, burrowing further underneath the covers.
“Bradley!” You whine, tugging at the blanket.
“What?” He croaks, sleep still clinging to his voice.
“Gimme some covers, you took them all.”
“Oh shit,” He says, like he didn’t notice. How can he not?
“You’re a blanket hog.”
“Shoulda been closer, then.” He teases. “How you’d get out of my arms anyway?”
“Shut up, give me a blanket.”
He smiles, stretching an arm out of his blanket cloak to stroke your cheek. “C’mere, you, my pretty girl.” He chuckles when he gets a smile out of you. “Yeah, my pretty girl hm? Y’look so gorgeous in the morning.”
You roll your eyes at his sweet words, despite the sweetness dripping over your heart like warm honey. You roll over right into his waiting arms, snuggling up against his bare chest.
Could I please request rooster + "just marry me already" ily and ty <3
Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader
“Just marry me already.”
ily!!! <3
They didn’t happen often, but when they did, beach days with Bradley were one of your favorites.
You’re stretched out on the towel now, boyfriend splayed in your lap, the back of his head at your chest, a human headrest.
Your fingers are threaded through his sun-streaked locks, massaging languidly. His fingers trace up and down your thigh softly, absent-mindedly.
“Hey bubs?” You speak up after a while.
“Hmm?”
“Sunscreen.” You tell him, taking your hand out of his hair—eliciting a whine from him—and into your tote bag for your sunscreen.
He turns around to face you but doesn’t reach for the tube in your hand.
“Will you, do it?” He asks shyly, sliding his aviators off of his nose and pushing them into his hair.
“Only if you do it for me too.” You raise an eyebrow.
“Of course.” He smiles sweetly.
He closes his eyes expectantly, pushing his face towards you like a child. He hums softly when you spread the paste over his skin, softly rubbing it in.
When you stop, he pulls away, but your fingers lightly catch his jaw to tug him back. “C’mere babe, I missed a spot.”
“Christ, just marry me already.” He says under his breath.
“What?”
“What.” He processes, not even realizing he had spoken aloud.
You hand him the sunscreen and lean forward. He waits until your eyes are closed to speak again.
“I said uh, just marry me already.” He speaks. “Like, I want to marry you.”
“This better not be your proposal.” You joke.
“It’s not.” He clears his throat nervously. “But if I was to propose, would you say yes?”
“We’ll see.” You tease him more, cracking an eye open to spot the pink traveling up his cheeks. You revel in his flustered state, your heart melting at the sight of it.
“Baby,” He whines, throwing his head back a little.
can i request 3,5 from the random prompts?? thank youuu <3
Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader
“I almost lost you.” & “Don’t you ever do that again!”
thanks for requesting! i chose rooster since u never told me who u wanted<3
cw: cursing and mentions of almost-death
You sit silently as Bradley talks to you. Your face is blank, a wall of stone while you mentally process the horrifying things he’s telling you. You knew this mission was dangerous, but you weren’t expecting to hear that he risked his life to save Maverick.
Of course you’re proud of him, and you love Mav, but it’s not easy hearing how close someone you love was to death.
“Jesus,” You murmur when he’s finished, looking at you intently. “I almost lost you.”
He reaches for your hand and you let him. “I know sweetheart, and I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not,” You sigh heavily, trying to find the words. “I know how your job is. And while I expect that you’re going to be as safe as possible, I know stuff like this happens.”
He nods.
“But still, don’t you ever do that again.” You give him a small smile. “I’m gonna beat your ass if anything ever happens to you.”
“I don’t expect anything less.” He grins, big and happy. “Now c’mere, I love you.”
Hi miss Lola! Could I request: ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ and “Do you want me to stay?” with Rooster? thank you <33333
Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader
“I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.” & “Do you want me to stay?”
ofc bestie<33
cw: vague mention of a scary man
You sigh heavily as you unlock the front door, Bradly on you like a shadow. He takes the open door as a sign to follow you, since you didn’t shut it right away.
“You okay?” He murmurs softly, watching you fill a glass with water and take a slow sip.
Shrugging, you glance over at him. “I will be.”
He hisses, sharp air through his teeth. “I’ll kill that motherfucker.”
“No you won’t.” You give him a look. “Bradley, come on.” You hope the use of his name, not callsign, will assure him of how serious you are, but he doesn’t even notice.
“He scared you.”
“And I’ll be okay.”
“Before you get yourself all worked up,” You start up, a half smile on your face. “I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.”
His eyes soften. “Of course. Always, I will always be here to protect you.”
“I—“ You swallow the emotion that wells in your throat. “Thank you.”
“Can I give you a hug?” He wonders gently, sensing you could use one.
“Yeah, you can.”
He opens his arms and you walk into them, melting into his warm embrace. The heat from his body is nice and comforting against your own, and you feel some of the stress dissipating from your shoulders. Your arms wrap tightly around his waist, your grip grounding and seeking comfort.
“Do you want me to stay?” His large palm sweeps up and down your back soothingly.
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ with rafe plz? ily
(non-canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader
“How about a kiss before I go?”
ily babe! thanks for sending in
"Rafe," You coo against his lips, sighing as he greedily snatches the sound up, mouth melding with yours in perfect sync. "You're gonna be late." You sigh out, breathy, in the space between his lips and yours.
"Shh," He hushes, running his thumb along your jaw. "I'm not finished kissing my girl yet."
You roll your eyes, and giggle, curling your fists into the front of his dress shirt.
"You were late yesterday too." You remind him. "Better not make it a habit."
He groans, pulling back to look at you. "Will you come sit in the bathroom while I brush my teeth? I miss you already."
"Oh my god."
You sit atop the closed toilet seat while Rafe brushes his teeth, making casual conversation and pausing every time he turns around and decides you need another mint-flavored kiss.
When he finally opens the front door, keys in hand, he widens his eyes at you, lips preparing to move into a pout.
"How about a kiss before I go?" He asks shyly, as if he hasn't been getting them all morning.
"Haven't you gotten enough?" You tease, raising a brow.
massive congrats on 1K lola im so excited for u!!!! very well deserved, you're amazing <3
may i please request “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” with rooster bradshaw? thank you so much bestieee ily
Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader
“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
BESTIE THANK YOU im gonna cry ur so nice<3
You look over at your friend when the music suddenly shuts off, leaving the crowded bar soundless aside from chatter.
She sips her beer and smiles, motioning with her head over towards the piano you hadn’t noticed before.
“Who is that guy?” You wonder, eyes narrowing.
“Just shut up and watch. He’s cute.”
She nudges you and herself forward to stand closer to the piano, and she smiles at some of the uniformed men and women surrounding it, nodding her head in a familiar greeting.
“How do you know all these people?” You whisper in her ear.
“You really need to stop missing happy hour.”
You roll your eyes playfully, taking a swig of your drink. You recognize the old song everyone’s practically screaming along to, so you join in, giggling and sipping on your beer.
“You know,” you say, as the song is winding down, looking at your friend. “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” You grin, nodding towards the mustached man on the piano bench. Quite honestly, you hadn’t been able to take your eyes off him the whole time—and not just because he was the one singing and playing the piano.
“The Hawaiian shirt is kind of adorable, but who wears sunglasses inside?” You wonder jokingly.
All the sudden he whips around, sunglasses lowered to rest on the bridge of his nose, warm eyes locking with yours.
“Hi,” He beams up at you. “I’m Bradley. Or Rooster.” He adds sheepishly.
Shit, he heard you. “Hi.” You mumble out, heat rushing to your face.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“You sure can. I owe you an apology I think.”
“Naw, you don’t, I like being called ‘cute and ridiculous’ by pretty women.”
You groan at the movement in your bed, twisting your neck towards the source. Your boyfriend, freshly back from a mission, climbing into your shared bed.
“You’re home.” You rasp, sleep crackling your voice.
“I am.”
You scoot across the mattress to meet him in the middle, arms slinging around his torso tightly. “Missed you so much.”
“I missed you so much more angel.” He squeezes you tight, flipping onto his back and hauling you onto his chest.
Reunions with Bradley used to be much more enthusiastic, the typical running into each other’s arms, tears streaming down your faces, sort of thing. Not that you don’t have those anymore, but now it’s more intimate, relaying emotions through touch, and quiet relief that he’s home and he’s safe.
He chats softly for a few moments, telling you what he can—and maybe a little more—about the most recent mission, pausing to press a kiss to your head every few words.
It’s when he yawns mid-sentence that you stop tracing circles over his heart and look up at him.
“You need some sleep baby,” You coo, running your finger down the bridge of his nose. “You gotta be exhausted.”
Bradley struggles carrying the seemingly countless amount of grocery bags into the house, although he’d never admit it.
You’re nestled on the sofa when he nudges the front door open with his foot, hands full of everything that was on your grocery list, plus more.
“Honey I’m home!” He calls sweetly. You tease him for it constantly, but it’s his favorite way to greet you and you secretly love it.
You peek your head out of the blanket cocoon you’d created, quirking an eyebrow at the sight of your husband overdoing it on the groceries again because he— “doesn’t believe in making more than one trip”.
“Hi handsome.” You grin. “Need help with the groceries?”
“Nope.” You don’t know why you still ask. Bradley doesn’t have a problem accepting help when he needs it, he just doesn’t like making you work—his words, not yours.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” You call out when he’s got his head stuck in the pantry, cereal boxes in hand.
“I’ll make it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you, my wife?”
“Shut up.” Your face warms at the word, despite it being over a year, Bradley loves mentioning it to anyone who will listen, yourself included.
“Okay then, since I don’t need to get up to do anything, how about you come over here and gimme a kiss?”
