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Birds of a Feather 》 4

Gönderi sahibi santiagonex ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, and Fluff! Summary: The days since your reconciliation with Rooster have been tough – the training is extreme and the requirements are near impossible to meet. Right before you and your group mates are at the verge of defeat, your instructor plans a fun day out in order to raise morale, increase the team spirit, and, unexpectedly, spark feelings. A/N: Part 4! Part 4! This part was so much fun to write since it holds a lighter, more fun tone than the rest. I hope you all enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.5K The days that had followed that evening on the beach were, more or less, grueling. There were early wakeups, hours upon hours up in the air, and even hitting as high as 9 Gs, creeping in on the 10 that would be required for the mission. Every day was more of the same. Practice and nail the turns, fall behind on speed. Finally get the correct speed but breach the flight ceiling. Keep a low ceiling and crash into the simulated cliffs. It was frustrating and humbling, sending each and every one of you back to the locker room feeling less and less confident about the mission. It frayed your fitness, both mental and physical, leaving you with droopy eyelids and a craving for a piece of tranquility. Each flight felt like a punch in the face to both you and Bradley, sending the two of you into a slight descent to madness as you stayed up late in the common rooms, pouring over the F-18 manual and previous mission archives to see if there was anything more you could do. Most nights, it ended up with one of you falling asleep and the other having to shake them awake, throwing the towel in for that evening. It was like your first weeks of Top Gun all those years ago – the second you returned to your dorms, you barely had enough energy to grab a towel and shower, more or less change into sleep clothes. Your body just gravitated towards your bed and collapsed upon it, your flight suit still on. Your alarm blared at that same time in the morning; too early. You stretched, rubbed your eyes, and rolled out of bed – only to find a little slip of paper that had been slid under the crack of your door. Perplexed, you pluck the thing from the floor and unfold it, revealing a message written in messy handwriting. Meet at beach behind The Hard Deck at 1 p.m. – casual attire is required, rest of the afternoon's yours. - Mav Apparently, the weary smiles you gave Bradley, and the rest of your squad, did not go unnoticed by your instructor. You felt like you could cry of happiness and you kissed the paper, throwing it up in the air and letting it flutter down. You found home in your blankets again and reset your alarm for 8:30, finding sleep again easily. Pulling on a pair of athletic shorts, a sports bra, and an old t-shirt, you slipped your feet into some sandals and made your way to meet the rest of the crew. Rides were arranged between those of you who had cars, resulting in you, Phoenix, Bob, and Fanboy piling into Bradley's car. "I call shotgun!" you pronounce, darting between your squadmates and leaping into the seat beside Bradley's. "Seriously, Swan? Just because you and Rooster are friends again doesn't mean that you always get to have the front seat." Phoenix says, amusement dripping from her words. "Yeah, she does." Rooster says simply, making you grin and stick your tongue out at Phoenix. The windows were rolled down and the sweet summer breeze lulled you into a trance as the pleasantness mixed with the sweet tones of the radio, one of Bradley's own playlists creating the perfect soundtrack for the trip. As the previous song dies down, the starting tones to the next one begin. And just from the first chord of the piano, your eyes shoot open. And of course, so does Bradley's. "Oh please don't tell me you added this to the playlist." Phoenix groans. It's like alarm bells go off as the man driving tries to fiddle with the buttons in order to skip the song. "Oh my god it's my song." You breathe, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. "No, no it's not, it's just a random song we're skipping-" Bradley begins, but you grab hold of his wrist to prevent him from altering the playlist. "What's the matter? I mean, it's just Celine Dion, right?" Bob asks. Phoenix turns in her seat and Bradley looks at him through the rearview mirror. Chuckling and shaking his head, Rooster finally relents. "Alright man, just know – you let this happen-" "Baby, baby, if I kiss you like this! And if you whisper like that! It was lost long ago, but it's all coming back to me!" You belt, picking up where the song had accidentally skipped to after Bradley's attempt to skip the song. Groans are heard from the backseat, but you're just facing Bradley and singing towards him, leaving him with nothing to do but laugh and join in. "If you want me like this! And if you need me like that! It was dead long ago, but it's all coming back to me!" The two of you sing together, him alternating from facing the road to facing you. "We're going to die because Rooster can't keep his eyes on the road," Fanboy snorts. You laugh and lean your head back, your head coming close to the window, causing your hair to whip around you. "C'mon guys, you know you wanna join in." You say, fixing the three in the backseat with puppy dog-like eyes. Phoenix rolls her eyes and leans her head against the headrest. "It was gone with the wind, but it's all coming back to me." She sings, pretending to hold a mic, then holding it in front of Bob. "It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now. There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light!" Bob chimes in, metaphorically handing the "mic" to Fanboy. "There were things we'd never do again, but then they'd always seemed right!" Fanboy sings, clapping Rooster on the shoulder. "There were nights of endless pleasure, it was more than all your laws allow!" Bradley croons, holding out his hand for you. You grab hold of it, feeling the spotlight turn to you again. "Baby, baby, baby!" You belt, garnering grins and laughter from the rest of the car, your own grin consuming your expression. It was only a couple more minutes until the beach, but the rest of the ride was full of singing and laughing and views through the lens of your Ray Bans. "Welcome, to dogfight football." Mav said, standing in front of your group. Behind him, waves crashed and pulled away and the sun was shining bright. A perfect day. Even one of your other supervisors had joined him, wearing a football jersey and a whistle around his neck. Murmurs flitted around until your instructor held up two waterproof footballs in his hands. "You'll be playing this in teams, working on both offense and defense on the time. Each team will be hiking the ball to themselves at the same time and it's your job to stop the opponent – while also getting a touchdown at the same time." A grin worked its way onto your face as you looked up next to you to see Bradley. He was looking at your instructor with an indifferent expression, one that you understood instantly. While things had miraculously been patched up, and sewn even stronger, between the two of you, his grudge against Rooster was still there. Waning, ever so slightly, but still there. You were split into teams easily, the two team captains being Rooster and Hangman. You gave Phoenix a frown as she trudged over to Hangman's side since she was his wingman, and that was one of the rules. And, before you knew it, the game had started. While it was difficult to strategize at first, both teams started to develop ways in order to master both offense and defense. Sometimes it would sway in your team's favor and sometimes it would go the other way, but above all, you were having fun. The sun eventually got unbearably hot, so everyone ditched their shirts, creating an unforeseen distraction. Bradley Bradshaw was ripped. Not in the sense of him sporting just a six pack… oh no, he had the abs, and the back muscles, and his arms. Coupled with the fact that it was reaching the upper nineties, which meant everyone was sweating, you didn't stop to think about whether it was fine or not to be staring at him. You just did. Unfortunately, though, he catches on. "Hey there Swan, something catch your eye?" You wrench your gaze from his torso to his face, finding his smug expression. Immediately you felt your whole body flush as you shake your hands in front of you as well as your head. "No, nope. Nothing. Nada." You sputter, turning around to take your own shirt off. "Reaaally?" He drawls, laughing and walking closer to you, "cause I think you're full of shit." You huffed and turned around to face him again, but this time, it's him who can't stop staring. You sported a simple black sports bra now and crossed your arms in front of you. "Something catch your eye, Rooster?" You say to him, verbatim of his previous taunt. He swallows and shakes his head, making him turn around and walk back towards the game. "Nada, nothing. No. Nope." You laugh and follow him back to where the sand was damp, prepping for another round of football. The weather was still warm even as the sun was setting on both the evening and your game, capping off what was, essentially, the perfect day. Yes, you were covered in sand, caked onto your body as it stuck to your sweat, but you were breathless and happy and feeling free. You felt the game, not only working to increase your already heightened sense of awareness, but knit your team closer together. In the end, Rooster was dancing around like an idiot as he got a touchdown, Hangman had basically graduated into friend status, and Bob was lifted into the air as he got the final points of the game. Bradley and Mav had even shared a moment. However fleeting it was, it was most definitely a step into the right direction. As Mav and your other supervisor left, the group of you was left to your own devices, which inevitably led to trying to dunk one another into the ocean. You had succeeded in submerging Fanboy and poor, unsuspecting Bob. Your first and only mistake, though, was letting your guard down. You were chatting with Phoenix by the shore about the mission, random things, everything – but what you didn't notice was the glint in her eyes and the subtle look over your shoulder. Suddenly, you felt a tight grip around your waist and your eyes went wide, making Natasha erupt into a fit of laughter. You scream as you're lifted over the person's shoulder, your face facing towards the beach and your friend. "Have a nice swim, Swan!" She chirps. You look down, finding your captor's long jean shorts and immediately, you give him a not so playful slap on the back. "Bradley! Oh my god, put me down, or I swear to God." You hear him chuckle as he tightens his grip on you, beginning to wade deep into the waves. "Seriously, I will give you anything!" He stops pace for a second. "Anything?" He asks, amusement obvious in his voice. "Yes!" You confirm, kicking your legs. He's silent for a moment. "Nah, I'm good!" And in a flurry of motions, you're tossed into the icy waves. The water's a shock to the system, and after you find your footing, you stand up. Smoothing your wet hair behind you, your eyelids flutter open to reveal a grinning and satisfied looking Bradley. "Oh, you are so dead." Your plan of revenge was enacted as you leapt forward, tackling him into the water, submerging you both. Your laughter is in sync with his, producing bubbles under the water as you're looking at each other. Eventually, you make your way back above the waves and so does he, only to reveal there was no one at the shore anymore. Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you splash your way out of the water, finding that there were no vehicles left in the parking lot for the Hard Deck except for Bradley's car. "Probably time we should head back, huh?" He says, a certain calmness in his voice that you haven't heard in a while. You nod and wring out your hair, trying to make sure you didn't get Bradley's car too damp. You hum a tune while the two of you wander back to his Bronco, buckling yourselves in before he hits the brights and changes his playlist. This time it's piano instrumentals – sweet seranades and symphonies that, if you could, you would fall asleep to. It's late when the two of you get back, trekking sand and leaving wet footprints in your wake. He walks you to your dorm, wishing you sweet dreams as you open the door. Only, you can't. Sucking in a deep breath and slamming your palm to your forehead, you curse yourself for being so forgetful. Your dorm key was with your wallet. The same wallet that you put in Phoenix's bag, with her permission, to keep safe and dry. The same bag that was probably locked away in her room and one that you could not retrieve in fear of waking her up. "What's the matter?" Rooster asks, leaning up against the wall. You close your eyes and lean your forehead against your door, fatigue wrapping you in its arms. "I left my keys in Phoenix's bag." Bradley chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, I guess you have no other option than to bunk in with me." He says, making you peek up at him. "I'm not taking your bed away from you." You mutter, crossing your arms and staring at him. "Yeah y'are." He says, a certain twang making its way into his voice. It's cute, you think, that when sleepiness is winning a fight against Bradley it makes him not care about his hidden accent. "Nah, I'll just sleep out here. That's what soldiers are trained for – to sleep anywhere." "We're naval aviators, I don't think we were given that training." "It'll be fine." "No it won't." "Bradley." "Y/N." He says, his voice bordering on a whine. "Seriously, you're bunking in with me. If you stay out here, it'll just keep me up worrying if you're able to get sleep or not. You're my wingman and my best friend, it's my responsibility." He states. You sigh and let your head fall against the door, knowing he's won the argument. That, and you're too tired to come up with another reason not to follow Bradley Bradshaw to his room. "Fine. Lead the way." The trip to his room was short, since his dorm was just a hallway down. He fiddles with his keys and opens the door, letting you walk in first. Looking around, you smile. Where your dorm's walls were bare, his were full of pictures, pennants, and everything in between. It was just so 'Bradley' that it made you giggle. When you turn around to find him, he's digging in his wardrobe, producing one of his t-shirts and a clean pair of boxers. "Here," he says, handing you the bundle of clothes. Your face heats. "O-oh, I'm okay in this." You say, looking at your clothes. Your shirt and shorts were damp with no chance of drying before you went to bed, and Bradley cringed at the thought. "No, it's going to be so uncomfortable for you. It's no problem, really, I have another pair of sleep clothes I can wear." His drowsy smile makes you cave, taking the clothes and motioning for him to turn around. Peeling off the sea-soaked clothes felt great, but putting on his clothes felt even better. They were dry, warm, and smelled of him – mahogany and teak wood, you think, and something else. "Okay, all set." You murmur, letting him turn around again. He sucks in a breath and nods, quickly finding his own clothes to change into. You give him the same treatment he gave you, turning around so that he had the privacy to change as well. He gives you the green light to move freely, but both of your eyes go straight to the bed. Navy cots were always something you dreaded sleeping on, but the thought of two aviators trying to both fit was a nightmare. "If you have an extra blanket or something, I'll take the floor." Immediately, Bradley shakes his head. "No, no way. You're taking the bed, I'm taking the floor." You roll your eyes and yawn, sitting down on the springy mattress. "This is your room. I'm not taking the bed. There's also no way that both of us will fit, so…" you say, trailing off. Bradley thinks for a moment before opening up the covers, laying down on his back. Your suspicions were correct – his body took up basically the entire thing, there was no way that you'd be able to fit beside him. "Here, you can just… lay on me?" He suggests, hesitance clear in his tone. Your heart rate was now through the roof and your mind was saying 'oh, Y/N, this might not be the best idea," but was soon overridden by your feelings and the need for sleep. So instead of protesting, you agree. "Okay," you murmur, making your way onto the bed.Resting your head on his chest and letting your arms kind of hug him, Bradley wraps the two of you in covers, his own arms twining themselves around your waist. His heartbeat and breathing combines to make the most effective lullaby on earth. Bradley finds the light switch next to the bed and the room is enveloped in darkness. You're tired, so sleepy, and was barely able to register his hands starting to play with your hair. But you do. You hum, the gentle tug on your head providing a massage-like feeling. "Hey, Y/N?" He whispers. "Hmm?" "I, uh… I had a really great day today. The first great one in a while." "Me too." you say, and then laugh a bit, "although I think Mav had a better one. I saw the way he was looking at Penny." Even with the mention of the older aviator's name, he chuckles. "Yeah. You think they're in love?" His question catches you off guard. "Hmm. I think so, do you?" You feel him nod his head. "Probably. I dunno, I can't really tell." "Can't tell when someone's in love?" You ask. "Nah, I know when that happens." "Tell me." His chest rises, and your head does as well, when he takes a deep breath. "Well…" he begins, "it feels like when you're free falling in a jet. Like, you've entered a descent, but have completely abandoned the engine." "Sounds scary," "Not if you know what you're getting into. Not if you know them like the back of your hand." You freeze a bit at his comment, your heart begging to jump to a certain conclusion. "Bradley?" "Y/N?" "Are you in love?" A few seconds pass. "Yeah, I am. Are you in love?" Your breath stutters, but you keep your head laying on his stomach. "Yeah." Without any more words, his hand goes to cup your cheek, holding up your head softly and slowly. "Tell me." He says. "Tell me to stop and I will, I'll forget this happened, I won't bring it up again." Your hand goes to limply hold the one that's holding your face. "Aviator, you've got the go ahead." The second those words leave your lips, his own are on them. It's soft and slow and in no way rushed, like he could spend the rest of eternity just like this. The gentle push and pull of the way he exchanges his breath with yours, holding onto you so delicately. The kiss doesn't last long, only a few moments, but it's enough for right now. There are no more words spoken as the two of you drift off to sleep. None are needed. In your deepest feelings and at the bottoms of your hearts, you knew you loved each other. Today was perfect. The sun was shining and there was laughter accompanying every step. But you knew tomorrow that would change. Four pilots and two WSOs would be chosen to participate in a near impossible feat, most likely resulting in death. So instead of speaking, you just held onto each other, knowing that tomorrow may be uncertain, but the present is known – and it is so damn lovely.

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Birds of a Feather 》 2

Gönderi sahibi honey-dew-woo ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Anxiety/Panicking Summary: After a more than unfortunate return to Miramar, it's your first day back. Nerves and tensions are high as your new flight instructor is introduced and the first set of exercises are put into motion. Several sets of pushups later, your next trial wingman is none other than Rooster – risky maneuvers are performed and the past is relived. A/N: Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to Part 2! I have been blown away by the support that the first part of this series has received and I'm so happy so many people are enjoying it. I'm pretty happy with the way this part came out, so without further ado, please enjoy! :)Word Count: 4.K You woke up with your face smushed into your pillow, your alarm blaring at you to get up and get moving. Groaning, you felt around for the top of the clock, reluctant to fully say hello to the world just quite yet. However, reality had a different idea in mind because, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find that damn alarm. Huffing in frustration, you sat up, blowing strands of hair that fell in front of your face away, and located the clock. You eyed it for a moment, letting it continue its trill for only a second longer before slamming your hand down on the top. As much as you wanted to just forget about the whole day and hide under your covers for the rest of eternity, the pilot in you made yourself get up and get dressed. Your beige uniform was what hung in your wardrobe and you sighed as you took the hanger out and laid both the pants and shirt on your, now, neatly made bed. Your eyes glazed over the service ribbons, your gold wings, and the name tag spelling L/N neatly across it. Staring it down was doing nothing, you knew that, but you just needed a minute of silence and reflection. Your name was Y/N "Swan Song" L/N. You deserve to be here. You are the best there is and will not let anyone stand in your way.
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Birds of a Feather 》 5

Gönderi sahibi honey-dew-woo ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Mentions of Injury, Angst, Cursing, and FLUFF <3 Summary: It's finally mission day and both you and Rooster are nervous. The mission is smooth until it's not and both you and him are put in danger, resulting in quick decisions that will decide if you live or die to see the future you and Bradley Bradshaw both desperately crave. A/N: The final part!! OMG this took me very long to write and research and plan and… wow I just can't believe it's done! Thank you so much to everyone who supported this series - it was my very first time writing both for Rooster and for Top Gun, so the support as been overwhelming and so special to me. You are who encouraged me to write this and make it the best it can be. I hope you all enjoy the final installment! <3, Songbird Word Count: 7.6K An austere mood graced the hangar nowadays. You had been informed that, not only was the mission moved up so that it was in less than a week, but Captain Mitchell was no longer your instructor. It had happened after Coyote attempted the direct climb after the missile was dropped and up the coffin. He lost consciousness, needing Phoenix to wake him up and talk him through ejecting with little time left to spare. It was unbelievably scary, watching Coyote's jet spin without a pilot guiding it. Thankfully, he was able to eject safely and only needed a night's observation in the med bay. Now, though, Admiral Simpson was in charge of your little flock. "Alright. We are imposing a new height ceiling and increasing the time to four minutes." His statement shocks everyone, making you look at Phoenix, Fanboy, and then turn in your seat to find Rooster's gaze. His holds the same expression you have – complete and utter confusion. "But, sir, there's no way we can have those parameters and come out alive. If we raise the ceiling then the SAMs will find us and if we increase the time then their patrol will be on us before we can fly out of the coffin." Rooster says, shifting in his seat. The admiral's lack of response says everything to the lot of you. He wasn't planning for those flying to come back. Instead, he shifts gears. Okumaya devam et bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw angst rooster bradshaw fic rooster headcanon rooster fanfic rooster fluff rooster x y/n rooster x you bradley rooster bradshaw rooster x f!reader rooster x female reader rooster x reader rooster fanfiction top gun maverick top gun masterlist top gun x you top gun x reader top gun x y/n top gun

Puppy Love

Gönderi sahibi polikszena ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Request by Anonymous: can you write a rooster fic where the reader and him buy a new puppy and give it a bath… i dunno basically just pure fluff!!!! Summary: You and Rooster have just adopted a new Australian shepherd puppy and have to give it a bath… a touch of chaos insues. A/N: Thank you so much for the first request for my 1000 followers celebration! Also – nothing about the reader p.o.v. was specified, so I just had the reader be Swan Song from Birds of a Feather! This was a bunch of fun to write and I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1.3K A content smile was all you could wear as you sat in the passenger seat of Bradley's baby blue Bronco, feeling the warm wind on your face. You always loved car rides in his car – it made you feel like you were in a movie, set for a summer release. But this time? This time it was just made all the more better by the puppy asleep in your arms. Her little head was nestled into the crook of your arm and her belly was rising up and down, snoozing away. "How's she doing?" Your boyfriend's voice brings you out of the trance your new Australian shepherd had so innocently lulled you into. Turning, you look at Rooster's face. His eyes were hidden behind Raybans and most definitely on the road in front of you, but you could tell he so desperately wanted to look at his new dog. Okumaya devam et bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley rooster bradshaw bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley x reader bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x rooster headcanon rooster bradshaw fic rooster fanfic rooster x you rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x female reader rooster x y/n rooster x bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw fanfic rooster fanfiction rooster fluff top gun x reader top gun x you top gun x y/n top gun maverick

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Gönderi sahibi honey-dew-woo ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol Summary: Four years after graduating, you've been called back to Top Gun on a classified matter, causing you to reunite with your close friend, Phoenix, an annoyance, Hangman, and the man who used to be your best friend before a single event caused your friendship to be cleaved in two… Rooster. Your reunion goes rockier than planned and you make a rash decision A/N: Hello everyone! This is my go at a fic for Top Gun, and for Rooster as well - I tried my best with all the aviation terms, but if you notice something that I got wrong, please feel free to let me know! I'm always open for and encouraging friendly and constructive criticism. Also, I intend for this to be a multi-chapter fic, so be on the lookout for more chapters! I don't know how many I plan on having, but I'm thinking at least four as of right now… it is subject to change, though, so I'll keep those interested updated. Speaking of – if you wish to be on a taglist in order to be reminded of updates, please let me know in the comments! Alright that's all, I'm sorry this was so A/N long, please Enjoy!! :) Word Count: 3.7K You took measured steps as your feet hit the tarmac, taking everything in through the lens of your sunglasses. As it usually always is, it's another sunny day in Miramar, California. You shake your head a bit and grin, shrugging your duffel bag further up on your shoulder and taking a deep breath. It had been quite a bit of time since you were last in Fightertown USA, almost four years. Your graduating class had all been but scattered to the winds of the world, stationed in six continents with limited ability to stay in touch. You understood that losing contact was a part of life and for the most part, you accepted it. You were able to send a few letters to one of your best friends, Phoenix, and even received a couple back. The only other person that you tried contacting wanted nothing to do with you. Rooster. Your best friend since the moment your eyes locked at that naval gala at the age of seven. The man who blamed you for ruining his life.
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Heart Eyes

Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.
His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader Bunu uygulamada gör. Daha fazla sonuç göster

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