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Birds of a Feather 》 3

Gönderi sahibi liza-webber ❀ 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: Rooster's realization leads to several attempts at conversation, all shut down by you due to your still existing frustration with him. However, with a little help and nudge from Phoenix, he finally has a chance to break through to you, and just in time – your new wingmen assignments are out. A/N: And we're back with part 3! Also, if you noticed, I added a part 5 because I def miscalculated how much I wanted to write, so… extra part! Yayayay! I hope you all enjoy and thank you for all of the love and support this series is getting. <3 Word Count: 4.4K If ever you felt like a turtle, it was right now. You sat as still as a statue, your posture perfect and your gaze unwavering. Phoenix tried to start up a simple conversation a couple times, but you respectively curtailed it each and every time. You didn't want to chat and accidentally spill that you were sobbing over Rooster and he walked in on your tear-stained face. Thankfully, it was a delightful day – there was a warm breeze that danced across your skin and the sun wasn't too overbearing. You didn't even have a headache from a regulation bun this morning, since your supervisor said you had enough time to tie it back in the locker rooms. You opted for a somewhat bouncy ponytail, but gelled back any flyaways. "Morning Phoenix," you didn't dare budge as you heard Rooster's voice from behind you. You register that he settles into his seat and is leaning over the table, close to where you and Natasha are sitting. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Phoenix flick him a kind of "are you crazy?" looking expression. "Uh, morning Rooster." She says warily. "Nice day today, huh?" He says, making you almost roll your eyes into the back of your skull. Whatever, you think, Mav's supposed to be here any minute. "Guess so," Phoenix responds, her eyes on you for the whole time. "Whaddya think Swan? Nice day?" You didn't expect it to, but it hit you like a ton of bricks when Bradley omitted the last part of your Call Sign. Nevertheless, you keep your eyes trained on the lectern in the front of the hanger and pretend like you didn't hear him. "I think she's ignoring me," he stage whispers to the pilot sitting next to you, amusement in his voice. "Yeah, I think she is. I also think you're giving us all whiplash from the sudden mood change." Natasha says, turning around and giving Rooster a displeased look. He obviously ignores that comment as you hear him shift his body so he's facing towards you. "Pretty day, huh Swan?" You give him nothing. Thankfully, you're saved by Maverick entering the hangar and beaming at the group. "Alright aviators, today's lesson; NOE flying. For this mission, you are going to be flying low to the ground and close to cliffs. I am going to be assessing your comfortability with these two notions." You nod and move your gaze towards Fanboy, the man already giving you a thumbs up. You grin and face back towards the front as Maverick dismisses everyone to get suited up. "You look like the cat that ate the canary." Phoenix snorts. "What do you have up your sleeve?" You tighten your ponytail. "Nothing too special," you fib, standing up and waving goodbye, matching your stride now with Fanboy's. "If what I heard is true," Fanboy murmurs into your ear, "this is one of your specialties?" You snicker and jostle his shoulder. "Like a second skin." You gleam. The two of you keep walking as Rooster and Phoenix follow, unbeknownst to you. Phoenix elbows Rooster as the two are walking down. "The hell was that?" She hisses, garnering a shocked, yet guilty, expression from the man. "What do you mean?" Natasha rolls her eyes and stops her tracks, effectively stopping him as well. "I mean you, trying your hand at being all buddy-buddy with Swan again. You know, if you're attempting to be the biggest ass in the universe, congrats, you're succeeding." "No that's not," Rooster sighs and leans his head back, "I'm just trying to talk to her. Normally. No ulterior motive." Phoenix sighs and shakes her head. "I believe that as far as I can throw it. We both know that's not what you're doing." Rooster looks around to make sure no one is nearby before he speaks again. "She was crying. Yesterday, in the comms room." He whispers, making Natasha's eyes go wide. "Because of the stunt I pulled with Maverick." Phoenix just scoffs at his words. "Y'know, Bradshaw, she's cried over a lot of things you've done." Rooster shakes his head and throws her a dejected look. "I messed up." "Royally." Natasha confirms. "I'm trying… I'm trying to build that bridge back between us." "A little late for that, huh Rooster?" Bradley sighs again and leans up against the hall. "Yeah, I know, it's just… I hadn't seen her since I blew up at her. And then I see her at the bar, and the briefing room, and then in that comms room. I don't know how I could've ever said the things I did." "Blinded by rage is the answer there, Rooster." Phoenix takes another look at him before she relents her big sister act. "Look, I can see that you still love her–" "I don't–" He interjects "You do. And you made a huge, gigantic, colossal–" "Okay, I get it–" "Mistake that you're going to have to work on in order to make things right again." As much as her words were making him feel worse, Rooster reluctantly nodded. "Yeah." He says. "And because I just cannot deal with this for even a month, I'll do my best to try and talk to her about you," His expression brightens a bit before immediately dimming again when she finishes her sentence, "on one condition. You never, ever, break her heart. Not again." The first week of training went, more or less, swimmingly. NOE flying made you look positively spectacular in the eyes of your supervisors, and Maverick, and you were feeling on top of the world… except for the nagging presence that was Rooster. Throughout the week, there would always be moments where he'd try to talk to you. He threw around endearing comments, random observations about the day, and in every instance, he'd look at you with that stupid, charming expression on his face. It got to the point where you had to duck and hide to try and evade him, one such occasion resulted in you pulling Phoenix along with you. "Swan, why don't you just try and hear what he has to say?" You fix your friend with a stern glance. "That's a funny joke you're telling me." "C'mon, Y/N, I'm serious. You were so open to trying to reconnect until–" "Until he embarrassed me in front of the entirety of the crowd at The Hard Deck? Can you really say I'm wrong for what I'm doing?" You say. Natasha shakes her head. "No, you're not wrong. But you might regret what you're doing in the long run." You raise an eyebrow, resulting in a sigh from your friend. "Look, I'm just saying that Rooster is finally, finally trying to make an effort." "Phoenix," "You both have too much love for each other to just throw this whole thing out of your life completely. I know you still care for him Y/N, it's so obvious that you do." You shake your bit and shudder a sigh. "He was so awful, though." "And nothing will change that. But people grow and own up to their mistakes. You might want to hear him out and then make your decision." You chewed the bottom of your lip and looked to the side. It was part of a pilot's nature to be confident and, just slightly, a bit egotistical. "I hate it when I'm not right." You murmur, earning a laugh from Phoenix. "Good thing I'm a great friend and won't hold it against you. Now c'mon, we're going to be late for the assignments this morning." It turns out you were not late at all, settling down in your seats and chatting easily as the rest of your group filed in. Again, today your hair was in that same bouncy ponytail, making Phoenix snort. "Is that thing regulation?" She asks. "Course not - just a relief on my scalp." And, as if on cue, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw walks in and takes his chair behind you. "Morning, Swan." Bradley chirps, making you freeze up. Phoenix gives you a look, encouraging you to humor him. But you just can't right now, not so soon after you agreed. "Swan Song," he says, then whistles to try and get your attention. "Y/N/N!" he finally says, tugging on your ponytail. You whip around to reveal your now fuming expression, anger blazing in your eyes. "What?!" You yell, causing Rooster's lips to morph into a cautious smile. "There we are." He says. "Did you seriously just tug my ponytail?" You all but growl, making Bradley lean back into his chair a bit more. "You wouldn't respond." Rooster says as if it's just common sense. "So your solution was to act like a fucking child?" "Aviators, attention please!" Maverick's voice reverberates throughout the hangar, drawing notice from every pilot in the room. Your instructor's eyes flick from Rooster to you and smirks a bit, before addressing the group as a whole. "Today we are going to be flying a replica of the turn route. That means you are going to experience as close to the real deal as we're going to get. This practice will be timed and there will be a minimum speed that you have to achieve. You are going to be assigned a wingman, whom you shall fly with for the rest of this week." Maverick starts listing out assignments, quickly getting to the bottom of his list. "Hangman, your wingman will be Phoenix, WSO: Bob." You could almost feel the annoyance radiating off of your friend. "Finally, Rooster – your wingman will be Swan Song, WSO: Fanboy." If you were more pissed off than you already were, and you hadn't agreed to let Rooster have a chance at reconciliation, you might've ventured to ask for a change of partners. But Phoenix was giving you that big sister glare, and you buckled down. You swiveled in your chair to find Rooster looking at you, fire behind his eyes. "If you're going to be my wingman, we're going to be the best. Got it?" You state. Rooster's eyes narrow but a smirk sprouts on his lips. "Birds of a feather." He responds. And before you can think, the words just flow freely. "Always." You're walking on the tarmac towards your fighter jet when you register someone behind you, running to catch up. You turn, even though it's a little harder with your flightsuit and pack on, to reveal Rooster. "I just want to say, before we go up, I'm sorry." His comment catches you off guard as you physically falter a bit. "What?" "I'm sorry for, well, everything really. I shouldn't have been that close behind your jet, I shouldn't have blamed you for what happened, and I most definitely should not have treated you the way I did." You pause, not really knowing what to say. You wanted to not care, to say "oh yeah? Well fuck you anyways," but that little pitter-patter in the center of your heart wouldn't let you. And, as it usually always does, your feelings conquer the thoughts in your head. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, your eyelids flutter open as you regard Bradley in a newer light. "Blank slate?" This time, it's Rooster who hesitates a bit. He wanted things back. He didn't want to have to start all over, to exile all of those previous happy times. But he knew this would probably be the only condition in which the both of you wouldn't be yelling at each other, throwing hateful words around. "Blank slate." He confirms. Bradley extends his hand towards you. "Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. Pleasure to be your wingman." Your mouth wobbles until it eventually breaks, cracking a small smile. "Y/N 'Swan Song' L/N. Let's show 'em what we got." The two of you peel away from each other after that, making your respective ways towards your own jets. You used the step ladder provided to climb into the cockpit, immediately brushing your hand over the yoke and gripping it. It was a simple practice that you've done every time you get into a fighter jet, resetting yourself and getting into the correct mindset. You were going back up into the air with Rooster, flying behind him as his wingman. He was no longer mad at you. You were working on no longer being frustrated with him. You glance towards the top of the glass, squinting as the great ball of fire in the sky beams through. It's another sunny day in Miramar and it's time to fly. You settle into the air easily, doing a couple flips before you and Bradley are in the correct positions. "This is Rooster, ready to proceed." You hear his voice touch your ears through the comms. "This is Swan Song, ready to proceed." You state. "This is Fanboy, ready to proceed." As all three voices are heard, Maverick's voice cuts in. "Alright aviators – timer starts now." The course was like something out of a horror movie. The turns were almost death defying, requiring the most precise movements from you and Rooster. While both of you were doing fine with them, there was one thing that was tanking your chances of reaching the target within the mission's parameters – time. "Rooster, we are fifteen seconds behind." You gently inform, trying to keep your voice measured. Radio silence is what greets you, only making you shake your head. "Fanboy?" "Same status," your WSO says. Your eyes are on the tail of Rooster's jet. Very little is stopping you from trying to spur Rooster on, urging him to go faster, but you manage to swallow those words. "Copy. Let's just get used to the turns then, Rooster?" "Same page, Swan Song." Your wingman confirms your statement and the two of you continue on. The rest of the week is similar to this. Up in the air, mastering the turns, but failing considerably with the time trials. What was not failing, though, was the reconstruction of yours and Rooster's relationship. Each morning when he greets you, you wear a small smile and say hello back. Little by little, you feel those fuzzy kinds of feelings when he walks into the hangar. It's still annoying when Phoenix points out that your expression is happy or that you're not restless in your seat anymore, but it reminds you of what you should still be – apprehensive. It wasn't really a surprise to you, how easily you're slipping back to being his friend. This was Bradley you were talking about, probably the most charming and wonderful person you had previously known. He could have you laughing within a minute of just being around him, buttering you up and making you want to grab hold of his face with both of your hands, smacking the biggest kiss to his mustached lips– wait a minute. You're in the middle of changing into casual wear for a night off at The Hard Deck, but your arms are frozen in the air as you're slipping on a loose-fitting crewneck. If someone were to walk into your room and spot you in the state you're in, they would maybe think you were possessed or something. But you were in the middle of a strange discovery. "I want to kiss him?" you murmur to yourself, your head barely peeking through the top opening of your sweatshirt. Slowly, you poke your head through the hole and weave your arms into the sleeves at a snail's pace. You turned, eyeing yourself in the big mirror. The shocked look on your face was something to be seen – like you were too scared to move or do anything because this eureka moment was a little too much to handle. But you start thinking more, and thinking leads to prior thought, and prior thought is derived from sweet, sweet memories. You were laid out on the couch in the backroom of the Hard Deck bar, laughing out loud as you flipped to a random page in a photo album. It was one that Penny had stashed away, the cover dusty and in dire need of a cleaning, but so irresistibly vintage. There was nothing placed in the front photo holder, making it a total mystery as to what could possibly be inside. You almost threw it back into the closet in which it was first discovered, but oh, were you so glad you didn't. Across from you, almost swallowed by the crease of a loveseat, Bradley's eyes were shining at you. "What's got you down with a case of the giggles?" "Oh, Brad, eugh. You sound like my dad." Bradley makes a disgusted face at your comment. "Permission to strike that from the record, your honor?" He says, making you laugh. "So stricken. Anyways, get over here, you have to see this." With an exaggerated "ugh", the man gets up and collapses next to you, his arm resting on the top of the couch just above your shoulders. As soon as his eyes find the picture you're pointing at, he's laughing just like you were. It was an image of the two of you, ages seven and eight at the naval gala where you first met. You were in a sailor blue dress that had a sweet little white ribbon wrapped around the middle with navy blue anchors. Your mom had done your hair in such a way that there was a big white bow in the middle of it. Next to you was Bradley, wearing a pair of beige chinos and white buttoned down shirt with a baby blue bowtie. You remember your mom and his mom, Carole, pushing the two of you next to each other to snap a quick picture – in fact, you could see them in the background. "Oh my god," Bradley says, a sweet softness in his voice. "I don't think I've ever seen this picture before." You coo at the image, using two of your fingers to figuratively squish baby Bradley's cheeks. "Look at you, so stinkin' cute." You gush, letting your head fall on his shoulder. "Why do you look so nervous though?" You ask, focusing on his expression from twenty years ago. "Can you blame me? My mom just shoved me next to a girl who was my age." You laughed again, him joining in as well. "Plus I thought you were pretty cute. The bow really tied it all together," he says, touching the spot on the photo protector where the big white bow on your head stuck out. You grinned and slapped his hand. "Yeah, well, I thought you were cute too." Bradley just nudged your shoulder and you reciprocated his action. You moved to turn the page but the rest of the images were of planes and motorcycles, clear skies and views from an aircraft carrier. You frown in confusion, going back to the beginning, but it's just more of the same. "What the hell?" You murmur, "why is there a random picture of us when we were kids in the middle of all of this?" Bradley shrugged and leaned back into the couch. "Well, both of our dads were pilots – ones that Penny knew. So, I guess it's conceivable that it's hers and she just happened to have stuck that picture in here by accident." He reasons, getting a tilt of your head as a response. "Yeah maybe," you say, turning to the last page. In the corner on the back cover, you see initials written in smudged graphite reading; P.M.M. P.M.M.? you think Penny's last name has never started with an M, whether it was her maiden name or her ex husband's. However, you don't linger on that for too long and instead just put the album on the table in front of you. "Do you remember hiding underneath the tablecloths?" Bradley asks you, drowsiness creeping into his voice. You snort and sigh. "Course I do. It was my idea." You quip, earning a chuckle. Bradley shifts so that his head is resting on the arm of the couch and pulls your arm so that you're lying against him. "Best idea ever. We got to sneak the desserts before any of those suckers had a chance." You shake your head happily. "Sounds like you're digging at naval officers, better not let Penny hear." His hand goes to rest on your head, patting it kind of like a dog. "Those strawberry tarts from twenty years ago are worth it." Suddenly, a knock at the door brings you out of memories and to the present. "Bradshaw, I need you out here! You promised to help load packages into the bar and you're slacking off, hanging out with L/N!" Bradley's eyes shoot open at Penny's voice. "Ooo, someone's in trouble," you say like you're a middle schooler as someone gets called to the principal's office. He playfully shoves you off of him, resulting in a yelp from you as you fell off. "Yeah, yeah. See you in a minute." He says reluctantly. You watch him leave the backroom before you let your body fall back onto the couch. "Y/N, you too! Get your butt out here and lend a hand!" You groan but smile. Standing up quickly, and accidentally bumping into the coffee table in the process, you make your way out of the door. You let the door close behind you, shutting behind the album, that picture of the two of you, and the one that slid out – another picture of Bradley, at a toddler's age this time, sitting atop a piano with a man playing it and another standing up and singing with him. "Swan, you in there?!" A shout and a series of knocks yanks you out of your mind and sends you shrieking. Immediately, the door is swung open and there's Bradley, wearing a tight white t-shirt and a perfectly fitting pair of Levi's. "What is it, what's wrong?" You narrow your eyes and, you don't actually realize it, stomp your foot. "You, giving me a heart attack!" You scream, taking deep breaths to steady your heart rate. Bradley's worried expression melts instantly to an amused one. He laughs. "Didn't know you're still so jumpy." He quips, earning a warning glare from you. "Yeah well, some things like that don't change." You shake your head, freeing yourself of the rush of adrenaline. "So, what are you doing here?" You ask, taking your hair out of the back of your shirt and letting it fall on your shoulders. Bradley's watching your movements before blinking a few times. "Oh, uh, picking you up to go to the bar. The rest of the group left early, so…" he trails off. You nod, a neutral expression on your face, and slide your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. "Gotcha. Well, I'm ready, so we can go." Bradley nods at your words before looking around a bit. He hums a bit, looking at the bare walls. "What is it?" "Nothing, it's just…" he murmurs, returning his gaze to you. "There's no decorations. You always used to put decorations in your dorm." You folded your arms and cleared your throat. "Some things like that do change." You told him, watching the conflict of emotions cross his features. "So, you betting on Phoenix or Hangman for pool champion tonight?" "Oh, come on. Phoenix," he snorts. You nod and crack a small grin. "Then we better get there to see it." The drive there was lovely, his bronco handling the beach roads without a hitch. The night at the bar was fun as well, cheering on Phoenix and even challenging Rooster in a round of darts – one which he won and one which you one after asking for a rematch. You don't know if it's the atmosphere or the beachy evening, but you felt that barrier budging and budging, and finally… breaking. As Rooster held his hand up for a high five after you won, it was just second nature. You met his hand and then held it. He was stunned for a second, but you cut off everything as you dragged him outside onto the beach. You had ditched your shoes, so the sand felt grainy and cold beneath your feet. Despite it being summer in California, the nights brought along with it a special kind of chill. Your hand was still clasped around Bradley's as you turned around to look at him. The moonlight was reflected in his chestnut eyes and his mouth was parted, like there were so many words he wanted to say but couldn't. Instead, you moved first. You tugged his hand towards yourself and let go, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your head into his shoulder. It was an immediate response from him, his arms winding themselves around your waist as he leaned his head into your hair, smelling your shampoo. "I missed you," you say, voice thick with tears. You feel him nod against you and a quick sniffle of his nose. "I missed you." He murmured, his breath finding the shell of your ear. "I'm so sorry." You openly cry into his shoulder. "Bradley?" "Y/N?" "I'm so happy to see you again." He chuckled a bit, heart filled thick with emotion "Not as happy as I am to see you again." You sniffled and pulled away from him, eyes tearstained but a wide smile on your face. "Rooster?" "Swan?" "We're going to get on this mission, the both of us. And I'm going to be the best damn wingman you've ever had." You declare. He nods and sighs, turning to face towards the waves, one of his arms still slung around your waist. The salty ocean air works its way through your hair and his, ruffling the both of you a bit. The two of you remained that way for almost the rest of the night before eventually having to ride back to base, both of you parting ways and returning to your own dorms. Tomorrow was another big day of working on turns and time, but for right now? Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw let a dizzy smile fill his features and let his legs carry him to bed. He slept through the night for the first time in a while and woke up with that stupid grin still on his face, checking the time to see how long he has to wait to see you again. Y/N "Swan Song" L/N. His best friend. The love of his life.

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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 》 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. Okumaya devam et bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley rooster bradshaw bradley bradshaw fic bradley x reader bradley x you bradley x y/n bradley x bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw rooster bradshaw fic rooster fanfic rooster headcanon rooster x you rooster x reader rooster x female reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster fanfiction rooster fluff top gun masterlist top gun maverick top gun x y/n top gun x you top gun x reader

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 Gönderi sahibi blondebrainpower Back to Navigation Become a Professor of high climbing vines! Those who are interested in learning everything and anything there is to know about our local and native species of woody-stemmed plants find a home here in the ranks of the Botanical Gardens! Whether it be in favor of specific types like Wisteria (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw) or Rocktrumpet (Jake “Hangman” Seresin), Professors can choose to hone in on a specific species of vines - just be sure to let the Head Botanist know whether you want to specialize in all kinds of climbers or just a specific species!

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Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Birds of a Feather ~ 23.3K Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 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. With both of your pasts resurfacing and the fate of the future in front of the two of you, your true feelings are tested as you have to deal with your new assignments for lead flyers and wingmen. Paired together? Bradley Rooster Bradshaw and Y/N "Swan Song" L/N.
Heart Eyes ~ 2.8KFor 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.
Puppy Love ~ 1.3K You and Rooster have just adopted a new Australian shepherd puppy and have to give it a bath… a touch of chaos insues. top gun x reader top gun x you top gun x y/n top gun maverick top gun masterlist top gun maverick x reader top gun maverick x you top gun maverick x y/n bradley rooster bradshaw bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x you rooster x you rooster bradshaw fic rooster headcanon rooster fanfic rooster x y/n bradley x you bradley x y/n bradley x reader hangman imagine hangman x reader hangman fic jake seresin jake hangman x reader jake hangman seresin

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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